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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 0303.2018 Still lost in time, we have located a relatively out of the way system we're calling Sarras. Having cleared the asteroid belt that should keep people from seeing too much on a passive scan, we head now for an M-class moon where we hope to be able to provision and make repairs, while determining the next course of action.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::@ helm, keeping an eye out:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing paperwork, without paper :: Rhan K'hal: :: having set up Irene with one of his console-on-the-go padds, is now on the bridge next to his brother, looking at the ever-increasing resolution sensor data of Sarras :: William Chocox: ::is still working on the EPS system:: Maryse Dubois: :;In her office, looking over supply reports.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes one more nibble of the energy bar and stashes the last bit in his uniform pocket, then leans against the helm chair to crack his back::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's pacing in sickbay reading the padd. The stabilizer bubble has been enhanced to an area the size of the room so she can at least get out of bed, now. :: Cptn Swain: ::Is in his quarters, getting a nap in:: Hakran K'hal: :: at Sci 1, constantly tapping here and tapping there to work the sensors :: Rhan K'hal: Computer, engage conference with sickbay LTC room alpha. :: with a delayed beep, a console in Irene's room pops up with the image of the bridge Caitians, with enough room for Issaha if he joins the science party :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda tossed her spanner into the kit as she passed and paused to pour herself a mug of hot tea. Some blessed soul had been considerate enough to make an entire pot. She sank down into a chair near Chocox, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand as she waited for her drink to cool.:: How's the progress, Chocox? Rhan K'hal: :: does not have a visual on Irene though, because even in the 24th Century those patient gowns can flap where they should flop :: William Chocox: Slower than any of us would like, but faster than we hoped. Hunter Matheson: ::then he checks out the area they are approaching, looking for a place to hide if it's needed, then checking his designated exit vector, then remembering that Excal is probably not capable of an emergency exit, so he throws that out the window::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ How's your feed down there? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork is taking a cat nap next to him so he gives him a poke::: Irene Mincine: "Looking fine to me. How's the bridge?" :: Irene is thankful she can't be seen, since she hasn't showered in a few days stuck in that bed... :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Gettin' close. Need you awake. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork rubs the sand out of his eyes and straightens up, still only half awake::: Hakran K'hal: I feel like I'm in an NX class simulator with the quality of these feeds. Not to mention it still smells like various electro-fried substances up here. :: nose-wrinkle :: William Chocox: How's it going with your work? Rhan K'hal: :: pats Hak on the shoulder :: Spend enough time up here even you'll get used to it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors and weapons are operational, though in need of power. How do you think the EPS will hold up under extreme stress? If we have to amp up the warp drive, we're going to have to handle the surge. Irene Mincine: "Smells like sanitizers and antibiotics down here. Come give me a visit, maybe you can convert your time stabilizer into a backpack for me." :: Irene gestures to the console in the corner emitting a blue glow, then remembers the bridge can't see her. :: William Chocox: Extreme stress? It's not going to last long. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to fill medicine supplies :: Hakran K'hal: Maybe I can get Rhan to look at the setup once we get set up. He's the expert at miniaturizing. Rhan K'hal: :: looks toward "Irene" aka a portable holorecorder :: I can do that. In the meanwhile though, you should have just as much control to do what you'd do if you were up here. I have your :: finger quotes :: console repeating on Sci 2 so we can look over your shoulder, so to speak. Just remember to speak up if there's something you want us to look at. Unless you can point really loudly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: So... we need a way to counteract that. Backups on our backups. Safety nodes to keep the main ones from getting fried. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sarras comes into visual sensor range. There is a gorgeous blue star at the heart of the system, which deffo is using our CGI budget for the week, as well as some soaring sci fi score coming in behind as we get to see several planets, and then a close up to a gas giant with a thin ring, and then lush, Europa sized M-class moon. Still a bit out for detailed scans, but things are looking good. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks at the initial readings with a big grin on her face, setting up for biological scanning. :: "Oooooooooh. Looks like plenty to study down there while we're here..." William Chocox: Indeed. Is that tea? Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Dubois, hands her a padd :: This is the schedule for the week. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, made the old school way. Have a stash of the real thing and thought I'd break it out so we can save the replicator rations. ::She gestured to the pot.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, taking the PADD.:: Thanks. Hakran K'hal: Pretty typical setup for this type of star. Not going to find any M classes without a gas-giant magnetic field to divert the radiation and solar wind from an A1IV Indaura Ryssan: How is Irene? Hakran K'hal: Planet doesn't look tidally locked though, may be a relatively recent planetary capture, astronomically speaking. That'll bode well for life diversity. Maryse Dubois: She appears to be fine, though suffering from a little cabin fever. Rhan K'hal: Getting just enough resolution now to see some of the mineral resources available in the system. I think the engineers will be pleased. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the images:: Indaura Ryssan: I am suffering that, and I'm a Denobulan. Irene Mincine: :: Irene reads all the results! :: "Right. The conditions look good for advanced carbon-based life. Ooooh, I want to get down there! Mineralogical survey shows deposits of deuterium, dilithium, rare earth metals... we could build a whole new starship here if we needed to." Rhan K'hal: Don't tell Commander Hawthorne that please, I'd like to get back to the future without actually turning 100. William Chocox: ::pours himself some:: Thank you. And the replicators can't really make tea properly. Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves. It'll take a more intensive survey to find details, though, given how bad our sensors are doing." Maryse Dubois: If we are lucky, they may clear some of us to go to the planet's surface for supplies. Hakran K'hal: :: quirks an ear :: You may get a chance to pilot a probe down there, Irene, but I doubt the doctor would let you off-ship even if we can get your time-stabilization mobile. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the convo, thinking it's almost too good and goes skeptical::: Rhan K'hal: :: has a scan going on all known communication frequencies to make sure we aren't dropping in on someone's civilization :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd have to agree with you, there. I've toyed with the programming, but to no avail. ::She sat her mug on the console and leaned forward to run yet another diagnostic.:: Looks like the temporary routes are holding so far. Some damage still yet to be repaired, but power to all decks and essential systems is a good sign. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, knowing he's probably right. :: "I'm more interested in possible lifeforms than minerals, anyway." William Chocox: Good. Do you want me to move onto something else or continue shoring it up? Rhan K'hal: If you find any that'd be good roasted over an open plasma conduit let me know. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: Indaura Ryssan: A chance to collect some specimens. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You tell me. Anything you've seen that needs our immediate attention? Hunter Matheson: ::snorts at Rhan's comment:: Rhan K'hal: We can make some spears out of the wreckage and put the Marines in loincloths, to make it fair. Irene Mincine: "Can we make him do the mineral survey?" Maryse Dubois: I was looking at supply numbers. We have plenty of water as long as the recyclers remain functional. It's food that we are in need of the most. Hakran K'hal: :: "I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head. I'm a Starfleet officer and a department head, I will not cuff him on the head." he chants silently to himself :: Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Question on loincl... ::sighs:: I mean maneuverability. How much stress can we put on the system? We're gonna need it for orbit vector. Indaura Ryssan: We could use some new items for the hydroponics. Rhan K'hal: Okay, there's the radiation belt. Not as zippy as the Jovian one but still, best to stay out of it until we're sure we won't fry someone's eyeballs that's looking out at the view. :: forwards the hazardous zone coordinates to helm :: Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Hazardous zone coords appreciated, sir. Hakran K'hal: High concentration of oxygen in the atmosphere. Things looking coniferous to you, Irene? Rhan K'hal: :: tail loop in response to Hunter :: Irene Mincine: "More practically, we might be able to restore our replicator reserves." :: Irene blinked and shook her head, having shifted backwards for a second that time. :: "Sorry. What's that, sir?" Hakran K'hal: High O2, Irene. We looking at a coniferous biome, I hope? I hate wading around in single-celled organisms. Irene Mincine: "Oh. Right." :: Irene gazed over the survey results. :: "Looks like we should have plenty of temperate forest to wade through. No more muck or slime. Not sure about animal life but definitely large amounts of vegetation." :: For budgetary reasons, all planets are just Vancouver, but we don't know that. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If you do collect any flora for hydroponics, make sure you examine it completely before bringing it on board. I don't want anything that starts yelling "Feed me." Hunter Matheson: ::plots several courses re: haz zone coords::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda cocked her head.:: +Matheson+ I'd say about half as much as usual. We still have some exterior structural issues and our power systems aren't yet up to speed. Rhan K'hal: :: slides over to mission ops, tidies up the data a bit, then forwards the initial survey results down to Engineering :: Hunter Matheson: +Eng+ Copy that, ma'am. William Chocox: I can continue on the power supply issues. Indaura Ryssan: Feed me? :: thinks :: I'll look up the reference later. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I don't know whether that's good or bad. Obviously high carbon content is good for the replicator stores, but planets in that stage of planetary evolution are usually pretty low on high-complexity lifeforms and high on flappy things with exoskeletons. Especially at this O2 concentration. :: is a bit phobic of large insects :: Rhan K'hal: :: rolls his chair back over, makes a buzzing sound as he passes Hak :: Hakran K'hal: :: hunches :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, get me a status report when you think they're stable enough to test. I'd like to do that before we actually need those systems. Irene Mincine: "We could get lucky. Maybe it's the planet the dinosaurs came from." Rhan K'hal: Mmm, grilled sauropod. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hakran K'hal: Would you stop thinking with your stomach? Hunter Matheson: (w) Mmm bottom of the food chain. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Rhan K'hal: Sure, when I can stop eating these damned protein bars and water bottled when Mom was still a toddler. Hakran K'hal: :: emits a particularly Caitian sound of annoyance that seems to rumble up from the floor :: Irene Mincine: "Look, at least you're not stuck on the Dr. Dubois diet up there on the bridge. Protein bars are at least technically food!" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked at the board, thinking the list was growing rather than shrinking, and groaned.:: Though first... I've got a special task for you, Chocox. Rhan K'hal: Oh, is Maryse being strict? I'll smuggle down one of the :: finger quotes again :: "chocolate chip" bars when I come down to look at your setup. Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes again, concentrates on the new data coming in :: Irene Mincine: "Smuggle me in a hip flask full of Saurian brandy and now we're talking." :: Irene looks over the survey data. :: "Don't make me set up my own still down here." Hakran K'hal: Okay, we should be able to start resolving things down to 100m, and shrinking. Cptn Swain: (( 3 Minute Warning )) Rhan K'hal: :: pats the nearby separator panel between console groups :: Good girl, I knew you could make it. Rhan K'hal: What's our ETA to orbit, Gunny? William Chocox: Special task? Should I be worried ma'am? Hunter Matheson: ::checks it out::: Depends on the orbit, but I'd say ten. Hunter Matheson: Could be as much as 20, depending on the angle I need to use. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, about falling over on your face from exhaustion. Get some rest. At least a few hours sleep. That's an order. Rhan K'hal: Relay that to the XO, see how she wants us parked. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. William Chocox: Ah, I see. Aye ma'am. Hunter Matheson: +XO+ Engineering, helm. ETA to orbit depends on angle I need to use when we get there. Variable is 10 to 20 minutes. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0224.2018 The Excalibur is nearing its hopeful safe haven of Sarras. The going has been slow, but uneventful.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, displaced roughly 100 years in the past, has gotten under way at low warp towards an uninhabited system nicknamed Sarras in open space along the borders of the emerging Tamarian and Kaedwani empires, the Romulans, and the Federation. So far we have not encountered anyone from the time-period and are hoping to make safe haven in Sarras while we make repairs and aim to find a way to our proper time. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: looking rather droopy after getting the most minimum of naps, is back in the science lab trying to figure out how they ended up back here :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the science lab as well, eating a ration bar and drinking out of ration bag:: Hunter Matheson: :::keeping us on and even keel as the ship weaves its way toward their destination at a whopping warp 2::: Hakran K'hal: :: has an exobiologist and a physicist down helping to monitor Irene and the little time bubble they set up to stabilize her :: Hunter Matheson: :::to self:: So far so good. William Chocox: ::wipes his face and only succeeds in smudging the soot all over it:: Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::In her office for the moment.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's been asleep in sickbay for a loooong time. Turns out bouncing through time is very tiring. She's stabilized now, at least... :: William Chocox: ::is in engineering working:: Hakran K'hal: :: snarls at his display :: That makes NO sense. Hunter Matheson: ::so focused he forgets to blink:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sips another drink of something the Lloann'na were calling "orange juice":: Ie? Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, tinkering with the science console because what else does a Captain have to do when you're tooling along at warp 2 stuck 100 years in the past:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How are you always getting carbonized material all over yourself, Chocox? Are you rubbing your face all over the blown power nodes again? ::Miranda straightened from her console, stretching out her back. She groaned.:: William Chocox: Honestly ma'am, I haven't got the foggiest idea. Hakran K'hal: There just aren't enough chronitons for something of this magnitude. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes. She's surrounded by a shimmering blue field that's stabilizing her for the moment. :: "Ugh... I had the worst nightmare... :: Rhan K'hal: :: enters the bridge, looking uncharacteristically dour :: William Chocox: It just appears out of nowhere. Hunter Matheson: ::catches Rhan's reflection in the console::: Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: presses a button :: +Doctors,+ Ms. Mincine is coming around. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Rolls the juice ration a bit to get more out of it, nods:: Ie. Even strange still how little resonate particles were left when we were unceremoniously dropped off in this time period. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from her desk and goes out to Irene's room.:: Morning sleepy head. Indaura Ryssan: :: Visiting Irene :: Hakran K'hal: Exactly. :: tears off a piece of protein bar with his teeth, looking for all the world like he wished it was someone's head :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork offers an energy bar and Kal slips it into his pocket for later since they're rationed::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to the central control consoles.:: I'd believe anything at this point. ::She sighed at the updated repair board.:: Alright, so... we've got most of the critical repairs out of the way, but that nacelle is going to suck up most of our resources. The power distribution network is still iffy, as well. Give me some good news, Chocox. Hakran K'hal: All I can figure :: chew chew chew :: is that the chronitons must still be in the anomaly. Whenever it is. Cptn Swain: Issaha> And we're certainly in no condition to try and meddle with time travel on our own. William Chocox: Um...we're still alive? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees Dubois is already there :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking Irene's chart :: William Chocox: And I may have gotten us even better sensors as well. Hakran K'hal: :: sigh :: Rhan K'hal: :: stops by Swain :: Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::minor course adjustment:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked surprised to see Maryse. :: "I feel like I was asleep for a hundred years." Cptn Swain: :::Looks up from the science console:: Mister K'hal? Maryse Dubois: Well I don't know about that, but I would say you had an interesting time. Rhan K'hal: Bad news, sir. Four of our full-size crates with emergency supplies turned out to be mislabeled. So unless some of the crew want to volunteer to eat marine compression undergarments, we're going to have to tighten the rationing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, I guess that's on the 'pro' list. Con -- we're stranded in the past. With one nacelle, limited warp, and crippled weapons. Hunter Matheson: ::marine compression undergarments::: Indaura Ryssan: Ha :: laughs :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Lovely. Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> :: under his breath :: Understatement, thy name is Chief Medical Officer. William Chocox: Well when you put it that way, you make it seem like we're in a tight spot. Cptn Swain: Hopefully Sarras will have plenty of edible fauna that we can restock on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Slightly. ::She sighed again.:: I'm already getting tired of rations. Rhan K'hal: It seems that Engineering has improved our sensor resolution a bit so we'll have a better idea what we'll be dealing with there. We're still limping on the computer though, I've done what I can but it's a structural problem that we just don't have the ability to deal with even if the rest of the ship was sparkling and fresh. William Chocox: The trick is to imagine that they taste like something else. Irene Mincine: "Don't say *that* word, Doc." :: Irene put her hand to her head. She looked around her private room, slightly worried. :: "Am I right in guessing my time shifting has stopped?" :: Something was off about her attitude. She was... calm. :: Hunter Matheson: ::is pretty used to rations::: Hunter Matheson: ::idly listening to the chatter::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I am hesitant to send out to send fighters out on a CAP or even an advanced scout. I am concerned that too many warp fields might draw, unwanted attention. Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> We've managed to narrow the window, Irene. You, or parts of you, may still shift but no more than about 15 minutes. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Ours is so janky it fits in with the time period at least. I'm sure if someone detected the high-efficiency, subspace safe warp field of our modern tech they'd be in a hurry to investigate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... next on the list. I've got a team getting that nacelle up to par. ::She threw Chocox a glance.:: What are you finishing up? Hunter Matheson: ::nods agreement to himself::: William Chocox: I just finished up with the sensors. Where do you need me? Cptn Swain: And any Romulans would be undercloak, which means passive sensors only. Cptn Swain: Let's hope we don't run into any of them. Hakran K'hal: :: starts running every encounter with the anomaly back at one femtosecond per frame, which means he's going to be there for a while :: Hunter Matheson: :::big stretch and a neck crack to get his blood flowing::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded. :: "Let's just say that the shifting has stopped but there's still a... pretty major offset you need to take care of." Maryse Dubois: Yeah for the moment. Hakran and Issaha managed to get a bubble around you to keep you grounded. Maryse Dubois: You kept thinking we were Romulans, but the actual Romulan was a Deltan. ::Snickers.:: Indaura Ryssan: I might be Romulan, but I think Denobulan. Hunter Matheson: ::hands helm to Tork for just a few minutes so he can stand and walk around a little:: Irene Mincine: "I can see you all for who you are *now*, thankfully. No Deltans here." Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have ran across some very strange things, but this is near the top of the list. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The nacelle is under control, teams are replacing the blown nodes. ::She crossed her arms, fingers rapping on her upper arm.:: Next pressing matter is shielding. Right now we're playing musical chairs with our power systems. We need a more direct route to shielding and weapons that will give us better... and faster... control. William Chocox: Well, I am handy with the EPS systems. Maryse Dubois: Well that's somewhat reassuring. Hakran K'hal: I'm sure all the machinations that brought you aboard the Excalibur were just hoping we'd show you something you could write a career-boosting report on. That it could be filed as "Temporal Physics, Exobiology, and History" is just a bonus. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Bites his lip:: There weren't any real machinations. If you want to know the truth. I suppose it won't matter since there's not exactly a good chance of us getting back to the correct time period anyway. Rhan K'hal: Speaking of which, I've locked down our communications as tightly as possible. I think eventually our guest might reach a tipping point of deciding the risk of dating his grandmother is worth not having to play Survivor with us. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am more or less here on, uh, what is the lloann'na phrase -- witness protection, ie? Indaura Ryssan: It was interesting to hear you go on and on Irene. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. See what you can do getting it a bit more stable. Hakran K'hal: I figured it must be something along those lines, your people are no slouches at science so this "exchange" business seemed a bit rich. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Or exile if you prefer. Hunter Matheson: ::retakes helm:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> The Captain was kind enough to let me hang out here until things cool down at home. William Chocox: On it. ::grabs his tools to start working it:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods to Rhan:: I should meet with them. Rhan K'hal: The Tamaran & Kaedwani are still in sickbay. The Romulan is... :: checks padd :: in the main lounge. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "I hope I didn't do anything *too* embarrassing when I was shifting. All I remember is some kind of Romulan dungeon." Indaura Ryssan: Dungeon? Maryse Dubois: Oh don't worry. We have it all recorded. ::smirks.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Good. I'll start with him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sank into her chair.:: +Swain+ Hawthorne to Captain Swain. Hakran K'hal: :: looks away from his monitor to study Issaha :: Politics, eh? I know your people have a cutthroat reputation for that. I suppose that means there have to be those that get caught in the tides. Irene Mincine: "I'm guessing you got the gist of it. Somehow, I got picked up by 23rd century Romulans that wanted to know about the 24th century." :: Irene shrugged lightly. :: "It was a horrible nightmare." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Something like that. Irene Mincine: "Never, ever, release that recording." :: Irene eyed Maryse. :: Hakran K'hal: Anyway, you're a good scientist and I'm glad to have you here. Even if we occasionally have to dress you up like a Vulcan. Cptn Swain: (( And here we were planning on showing it tonight with popcorn )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smirks:: Thank you. Indaura Ryssan: Aww, I was hoping to hear more. How much of it do you remember? Irene Mincine: "More than I want to. At least in reality I still have all my fingernails. Let's leave it at that." Cptn Swain: ::Logs off the science console, straightens his jacket:: Very well. You have the bridge, Mister K'hal. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. Rhan K'hal: You know what that means, Gunny. You can let your hair down now. :: Marine buzzcut humor :: Indaura Ryssan: I remember my temporal mechanics classes... most of it was to pray it never happened. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Go ahead commander. Cptn Swain: ::Entering the lift:: Hakran K'hal: Keene & Boone> :: give each other "Eek!" looks @ the fingernails bit :: Hunter Matheson: ::bouncing slightly in his chair, humming a tune::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Just checking -- how far out are we from Sarras? We're doing what we can, but to get to most of the power systems, we're going to have to take them completely down and cycle. Indaura Ryssan: But just how are we going to get out of this... I wonder. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Still a day or so out from Sarras. I haven Cptn Swain: 't been wanting to press the engines too hard. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Do you think that can wait until we're in the system? Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> The Boss and Issaha are working on how we got into it, hoping there will be a way out in the answer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ Yes, it can wait. We can juggle for another day. Better to take it slow than to blow our good remaining nacelle. I just wanted a reasonable update so we can shift our timeline. Irene Mincine: "Look, I'm sorry if I said anything... hurtful. While I was out of my head." Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> And Biology has you under a microscope, literally, trying to see if the temporal interactions with you can shed any light on anything. Hunter Matheson: (w) Oh.. oh..oh..oh stayin' alive, stayin alive.. ::bouncing to the tune:: Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ Understood. K'hal also informed me that apparently a number of our ration shipments we brought aboard before leaving starbase last time were mislabeled so we're going to have to cut rations a bit until we get to Sarras. Hopefully, there will be plenty of edible flora and fauna there. Rhan K'hal: Okay Gunny, don't go crazy (er). Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ I am on my way down to talk to our uh, guests. I am sure this extended stay wasn't something they'd planned on. Hunter Matheson: ::stops, turns:: Just trying to make the trip a little more... you know... enjoyable. Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Just keep the tune in your head, I've never been a fan of 20th Century music. Now early 22nd hardcore-rebirth... Hunter Matheson: ::then back to the console readout::: Waiting for those sweet stewardess to pass by with the cart. Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiled to the assistants. :: "It would be nice to be able to get back to our own century. I'll help any way I can, but you all know that." Hunter Matheson: ::hums the tune instead:: Not exactly wacky, sir. It's a way of staying sane in all this. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Swain+ No, and they probably all have special needs and requirements, I bet. Have fun with that, sir. Cptn Swain: +Miranda+ That's why they pay me the big bucks. Hakran K'hal: Biologist Keene> We know, Irene. We're here for you too. We'll get through this. Somehow. Hunter Matheson: tune in my head, aye. ::smirk:: Cptn Swain: << 2 Minute Warning >> Indaura Ryssan: The key is not leaping into another universe on the quantum level. Hakran K'hal: :: bangs head on console :: This is what I get for wanting to settle down in the lab with data. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: I would advise against that, sir. Irene Mincine: "I failed quantum physics and even I know that." Hakran K'hal: Physicist Boone> :: nods at Indaura :: Doctor is super right about that. Though if you could control it that would be an amazing superpower. Hakran K'hal: :: stops, looks out of the corner of his eye :: Are you sure they didn't inject Vulcan DNA into you? Your eyebrow has been on a tear since we smoothed down your ridges. Irene Mincine: "Maybe all this shifting turned me into a Q. Let's go back home." :: She snaps her fingers, then frowns. :: "Guess not." Cptn Swain: Issaha> You'd have to consult with the Doctor. ::bursts into a giggle:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips the energy bar out of his pocket, takes one bite, then puts the rest away for later::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0217.2018 Excalibur, displaced roughly 100 years in the past, has gotten under way at low warp towards an uninhabited system nicknamed Sarras in open space along the borders of the emerging Tamarian and Kaedwani empires, the Romulans, and the Federation. So far we have not encountered anyone from the time-period and are hoping to make safe haven in Sarras while we make repairs and aim to find a way to our proper time.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, lost in time -- sort of, continues to make repairs. Last week we decided to head towards an area of space we think we can hold up at until to make larger scale repairs. Engineering is preparing for trial runs of a slightly unbalanced warp drive, while helm plots our course to avoid any prying eyes. Medical, meanwhile, is working on a situation with Ensign Mincine. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical :: Cptn Swain: ::Having taken enough time to grab a ration, something reporting to be a warm drink ration, and a shower to clean off the blood from his hair, Swain rejoined the bridge crew still wearing the cool looking bomber jacket because we paid a pretty penny for this prop so I gotta wear it this whole arc I think:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Down in engineering, Miranda was bent over one of the consoles to monitor the warp drive as they ran the power cycle through the new nodes they'd had to replace.:: So far, so good. Ready to make an attempt, Chocox? How's the structural readings on the damaged nacelle? Power or no power, if it breaks apart while we're at warp, it won't be pretty. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in her own little world in her private room in medical, going on and on. :: "Aren't you afraid of the psych test? I've been thinking about it all week..." Hakran K'hal: :: down in sickbay he has, with the help of an engineer he literally grabbed by the scruff of the neck and dragged in, upgraded the medical scanner in Irene's room to be the 2nd most sensitive chroniton and temporal field scanner on the ship :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Replicators are largely still down, so its rations or whatever we happened to have stored away as real good by the way. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up to check in on Irene... knocks :: Irene? Hunter Matheson: ::hunched over the helm console with a few other helmsmen, working on routes toward option one, evasive maneuvers when/if needed, munching on energy bars every now and then, and estimating TA at the moon::: William Chocox: ::looks over his display:: The structural integrity is as good as we’re going to get. Maryse Dubois: ::With Hakran, in Irene's room, observing.:: Irene Mincine: "Hmm?" :: Irene looked to the door to the room. :: "You don't need my permission to enter, Romulan bastard." :: The time that's passed seems to have made her temporal displacement somewhat worse. :: Hunter Matheson: Yeah, that looks good, but we need an alternative and an evasive corridor. Don't like the looks of that section of the asteroid belt. ::discussing stuff with the others::: Hakran K'hal: :: watching the readings :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of the reported coffee mixture:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh, well, this is rather crowded. :: Hears Irene speak. Answers with awkward silence. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... let's see how this goes. ::She tapped her badge:: +Bridge+ Hawthorne to the bridge. We're ready to test the modified solo warp drive. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Oh... right. Rhan K'hal: This should be interesting. Now where did I put that five-point harness? Hakran K'hal: :: glances over and gives Indaura a sympathetic grimace :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: You would think that in the year twenty three friggen eighty-eight Cptn Swain: They could make fake coffee. Maryse Dubois: :;Looking over Irene's vitals.:: Of all the things, why does it have to be time travel? Cptn Swain: That didn't taste like an ashtray. Hunter Matheson: ::slips into the helm chair, making sure it's sturdy, and buckles up:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Recording some vitals : Rhan K'hal: You lick a lot of ashtrays, sir? Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Acknowledged, Commander. Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Helm is set. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at R'han with a raise eyebrow:: I would think you of all people would know how taste and smell are connected. Hakran K'hal: There was probably some sort of cosmic checklist of what the Excalibur hadn't experienced yet. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his chair:: Cptn Swain: (( *opens check list* Hmmm )) Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, warp core is online and power seems to be holding steady. Let's see how we do making a warp field. Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowls at the others in the room. :: "You can throw me out the airlock, I'm not telling you anything about the 24th century." Maryse Dubois: I wouldn't be surprised. Someone definitely has it out for us. Cptn Swain: What's our status? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Engine is ready for testing. I'd suggest taking it slow. We aren't going to get more than warp three or four out of this. Let's start at one. At Helm's pleasure. Hunter Matheson: Helm is a go. Rhan K'hal: All other departments are as good as they're going to get for the time being, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::monitoring all the bells and whistles, adjusting for solo warp ::: Cptn Swain: Alright. William Chocox: Let’s hope this goes according to plan. Cptn Swain: Alert all stations. Rhan K'hal: +Shipwide+ This is the bridge, we are going to test going to warp. Rhan K'hal: Cross your digits and pad your buttocks. Hakran K'hal: :: glances back to Irene, sighs :: The problem, as I see it, is that her brain doesn't seem to be experiencing the time distortion at the same rate. Part of her is clearly around a "Romulan bastard" while part of it is here, and other parts may be experiencing REM. Hakran K'hal: I don't need to be a neurologist to know that's a bit difficult even for someone with as hard a head as she has. Cptn Swain: ::Settles into his command chair:: Alright. Mister Matheson. Take us to warp 1. Nice and easy. Hakran K'hal: :: tilts ear at the announcement :: Oh boy. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, sir. Taking us to warp one... beginning with impulse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, let's hope. ::She took a seat at her console, just in case.:: Hunter Matheson: ::engages impulse::: William Chocox: ::sits down as well:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the gauges:: Hunter Matheson: Going to half impulse. Cptn Swain: (( *rattles dice* Alright everyone give me a number 1-20 )) Irene Mincine: "Test going to warp? We must have really screwed up your Warbird, Commander." :: Irene laughed at air. :: "I hope it blows up in your face. I don't care if it blows up in mine." Rhan K'hal: (( 3 )) Irene Mincine: (( 6 )) Hakran K'hal: (( 8 )) Hunter Matheson: ::sweeping the monitors, checking gauges::: Hunter Matheson: Going to three-quarters impulse... Hunter Matheson: She's acting like a one-legged bandit, Captain, but she's compensating. Hunter Matheson: ::compensates just a little more::: Maryse Dubois: (7) Hunter Matheson: Prepare for warp one. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((12)) Hunter Matheson: Engaging warp one. Cptn Swain: (( 15 )) William Chocox: ((16)) Hunter Matheson: :::slowly comes up::: Hunter Matheson: ::feels the jitters::: Hunter Matheson: :::compensates::: Holding steady at warp one. William Chocox: ::monitors the warp core as they're about to get going:: Hunter Matheson: And... we are steady at warp one, Captain. Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: What do you think is best for her medically? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Indeed, Warp 1 seems to be holding and though they're maybe a little slower than normal as the systems are bypassed a bit, the Inertial Dampers seem to be functioning within normal parameters. Cptn Swain: +Engineering+ Proceeding to Warp 2. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for the captain's go::: Maryse Dubois: Her body is fine for the moment, aside from the displacement. But it's her mental condition I'm really worried about. Normally I would give her a hypo to help her sleep, but I'm afraid the displacement might create a negative effect. Hunter Matheson: ::prepares for warp 2::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Bridge+ Acknowledged. Power nodes are functioning normally right now. How's it handling? William Chocox: (m) Oh, warp 2 huh? Hope we can keep up. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan to field that question:: Maryse Dubois: We've got to somehow ease her out of it. Hunter Matheson: :::Swain:: She's not happy, sir, but she's hanging in there. Irene Mincine: "You're the worst interrogators I've ever seen. You've not even asking me any questions!" :: Irene laughed at Maryse and Hakran. :: Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Oh, Hunter isn't sweating bullets. Yet. Hunter Matheson: ::then realizes it referred to power nodes::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Hakran K'hal: That's what I figured. :: sighs, looking torn about Irene :: I don't know how you manage to stay objective day-in and day-out. Cptn Swain: Alright, increase to warp 2. Slow and steady again. Hunter Matheson: Warp 2, aye sir. Rhan K'hal: Might I suggest even slower, as a matter of fact. ID is going to be even more sluggish the faster we go. Indaura Ryssan: (dang it, chat stopped working) Hunter Matheson: ::proceeds slowly, as ordered, and the way it likes it anyway::: Hunter Matheson: Um... got a little jitters. Compensating. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Irene :: Do you wish someone to sit with you? Hunter Matheson: Warp 2 achieved. Holding steady. A little wiggly, but compensation is working. Cptn Swain: (( Someone give me a number 1-20 )) Maryse Dubois: Have you had any luck with the device she helped build? Indaura Ryssan: (4) Irene Mincine: :: Irene scowled at Indaura in response, yelling her finest Romulan swears (with a Klingon accent, of course). :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hey, I'm getting some slight feedback in the mix matrix. Keep an eye on that. If it gets above nominal levels, be prepared to compensate. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits anyway :: Great. It's always nice to have someone so close. On Denobula we live in such tight spaces.. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. ::starts keeping a closer eye on the mix matrix:: Hakran K'hal: :: frowning, but thinking :: We've gone over it, and I was thinking it may be necessary to use the device again, after reversing it, although we'll need to tie it through the temporal scanning system. :: scratches head, drops paw in frustration :: I'm thinking of creating a temporal bubble for her that would at least normalize some of the distortion. Hunter Matheson: :::complete focus on the console - one eye on the drive, one eye on the route::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That at least could help her relax. Hunter Matheson: ::eyes crossed::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur's warp field fluctuates and for a moment it seems like it’s going to collapse entirely, but the computer corrects it as things smooth out again. ID continue to function within tolerance. Rhan K'hal: :: pats the console :: Good girl. Hunter Matheson: :::slowly lets out a breath::: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Irene :: How about some food. I could cook something... actually cook rather than replicate. Irene Mincine: "If I get out of these restraints, I'm going to rip all your heads off and play Parisses squares with them." :: Irene looked to each of them, still oblivious to anything going on in reality. :: Irene Mincine: "Romulan food? I'd rather starve." Hakran K'hal: Well, I'll have to drag the real Romulan bastard down here to help me set it up. :: glances back at Irene :: She is well strapped in? Indaura Ryssan: I game I don't play, but I had an uncle that does. Indaura Ryssan: Not Romulan, but I could try my hand at it I suppose. Cptn Swain: Let's hold at warp 2 for now. Hunter Matheson: Holding warp 2, aye. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Hakran to N'Dak. Report to sickbay room 3 Beta. Cptn Swain: No need to press our luck, all things considered. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Unless she manages to gain the strength of a Soong-Type Android, she'll be right here when you get back. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::in the lab:: +Hak+ On my way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright... so far, so good. ::She made adjustments at her console.:: Bulkhead integrity seems to be fine in the damaged nacelle. Warp field is stable. Rhan K'hal: I wholeheartedly agree with the number 2. Indaura Ryssan: Irene, is there anything I can get you, I mean other than the restraints. Hunter Matheson: :::smirk:: Hakran K'hal: :: steps out of Irene's room for a moment to get his own emotional equilibrium back while waiting for Issaha to arrive :: Hakran K'hal: :: mutters :: I'm not cut out for this leader s**t. William Chocox: That's good. Because I trust that nacelle about as far as I can throw it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was securely fastened, she wasn't going anywhere. :: "A shuttle back to Federation space would be a start." Indaura Ryssan: Irene. I know it's difficult what you are going through, but we will get you through this. Hunter Matheson: :::watching for course change:: Cptn Swain: Our long slow cruise to Sarras begins. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives outside the medical wing where Hakran was walking:: Rhan K'hal: The computer is managing to keep up, though I still don't like the way I've had to daisy-chain it with the reserves. I hope no one is going to need any heavy computational lifting out of it. Cptn Swain: (( We'll go to 11:10 since we started late )) Hunter Matheson: ::slight grin, still watching the helm panels::: But we're getting there, Captain. Indaura Ryssan: Hopefully back to our own time. Hakran K'hal: :: looks up when Issaha's footsteps get close enough :: Indaura Ryssan: I have no command of a shuttle. Hakran K'hal: Well. We're going to have to try treating Irene like a chroniton pincushion with that little device of hers, see if we can get her into a stable time bubble to diminish the distortions. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, I'd like to get another team up there to stabilize it further while it is under repair. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Fascinating. Cptn Swain: You know I always thought this would be an interesting time to be in Starfleet. Hakran K'hal: Oh, and don't take it personally when she calls you a Romulan bastard, or other colorful language. We haven't. Cptn Swain: Didn't think I'd find out about it literally. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I see. Hunter Matheson: Captain, slight course change in five to avoid an asteroid belt if possible. Should I check with engineering to verify? William Chocox: That sounds like a good plan. Hakran K'hal: :: turns and re-enters sickbay and beelines for Irene's room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Bulkheads are stable, but under strain. ::She chewed at her lower lip.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: If you think it will put the warp engines under stress, yes. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::follows along:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. +Engineering+ Coming up on an asteroid belt in three. Will she hold at a 5 degree course change? Hakran K'hal: :: re-enters, looks at Irene for a moment before his back stiffens and he walks over to grab the IreneCo Chronivac :: Irene Mincine: "It's a party, isn't it?" :: Irene watched Issaha come into the room, astonished. :: "Prell? What are you doing here, it's a hundred years ago! And how did you end up with these Romulan jerks?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Matheson+ Readings thus far are favorable, though we won't know until you attempt it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: Hunter Matheson: +Hawthorne+ Aye, Commander. Course change in two. Keeping you informed. Maryse Dubois: Ummm....::Looks to Issaha.:: Hakran K'hal: :: attaches it to one of those articulating arms that sickbay always seems to have :: Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Coming up on course change to zero two seven in five. Hakran K'hal: :: plugs it into the scanner system :: Indaura Ryssan: I thought I have been rather nice. Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Course change to zero two seven now, now, now. Hunter Matheson: :::slow turn to new course::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene worryingly looks at the articulating arm. :: "Irene Mincine, Ensign, service number..." :: She starts repeating that in a monotone. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::In fairness, he had seen some pretty friggen weird ass **** on the Talon, so this actually seemed pretty tame so far.:: Hunter Matheson: ::whispers something to the console, ending in Baby::: Hakran K'hal: :: closes his eyes when he hears her start the torture litany :: I hope you're wrong, I really do. Cptn Swain: (( Everyone who was on Talon doin an Oprah nod at home RN )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( ::snicker:: )) Hakran K'hal: :: turns back :: Okay. Let's do this. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Course change goes off without a hitch. Hunter Matheson: ::blows out a breath::: Hakran K'hal: :: lets the camera do a dramatic shot before the "to be continued" sign pops up :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene continued watching whatever Hakran was doing in her mind, repeating the litany like a praying monk. :: Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\ Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\ Cptn Swain: \\PAUSE SIM\\
  7. SD 0210.2018 Excalibur, lost in time -- sort of, continues to make repairs. Last week we decided to head towards an area of space we think we can hold up at until to make larger scale repairs. Engineering is preparing for trial runs of a slightly unbalanced warp drive, while helm plots our course to avoid any prying eyes. Medical, meanwhile, is working on a situation with Ensign Mincine.
  8. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur finds itself lost time and wounded. Engineering has been working on making repairs, but things have been slow going. Swain has called a senior staff (everyone here) meeting to discuss progress updates, and more practically sort out a strategy for what's next for our intrepid, time-travlin' crew. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::kinda dusty and sweaty from working on the helm console but not feeling all that bad, he drags himself into the meeting and finds a chair if they're still intact::: Rhan K'hal: (( aren't we an Akira time-travelin' crew? )) Irene Mincine: :: Irene rolls into the senior staff meeting in one of those Captain Pike wheelchairs. :: Cptn Swain: ::still wishing he could justify using the replicators, but he had instead gotten himself a big water bottle:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Irene means from the reboot movies, and it's just a normal wheelchair :P Hunter Matheson: ::wiggles it to be sure it's attached, then sits:: Rhan K'hal: :: sitting next to Hak conversing quietly, both in the generic grey worksuits so that the only way you can tell them apart is by Hak's pointy chin-beard and Rhan's spikier mane :: William Chocox: ::walks in, once again somehow sooty from the normally sterile Starfleet ships:: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a seat at the table, But keeping an eye on Irene.:: Irene Mincine: "This is all we had left that wasn't smashed to pieces in sickbay." :: Whichever Pike, it fits comfortably at the conference table. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was sitting, resting, and hydrating while waiting on the others to assemble. Her jacket was draped over the back of her chair and she looked tired, though not in pain.:: William Chocox: ::is wearing just his uniform vest:: Cptn Swain: ::Is still wearing the bomber jacket, because he can.:: William Chocox: So...how? Cptn Swain: So let’s start with engineering, since that will help us with the next parts. How are things coming? William Chocox: They're...they're coming. But so is Federation Day. Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We've teams working to restore power to most of the major systems, though our nacelle is still badly damaged. Chocox and I will be doing some space walking to repair some of that and get the ship mobile. Right now, we can probably cycle power between various departments, as needed. Indaura Ryssan: :: Trying to not think of when they are :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is listening intently, though at times it seems she loses focus on what's going on. :: Cptn Swain: Good. I have confirmed we're in essentially the same location where we were uh 100 years in the future. Irene Mincine: :: She spoke up. :: "Were we able to find anything concrete about the area in our historical library?" Cptn Swain: Nothing particularly interesting. This area was relatively low priority for Starfleet. Rhan K'hal: ::q:: Note to self, everywhere is important. Just in case. Hunter Matheson: ::quiet, listening and watching:: Cptn Swain: We have a few options for long term respite and repairs that should keep us out of the prying eyes of any passing ships, but I wanted to get input on which one of the three to choose. Cptn Swain: ::Leans forwards to activate the holoemitters at the center of the table.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sits back, relaxing:: Cptn Swain: First option is the safest, in terms of someone stumbling onto us. It's a Binary system with a large asteroid belt and a gas giant with a small class-M moon. But it is the furthest away. Cptn Swain: ::Cycles:: Next is a bit closer, and offers decent harbor with a large asteroid belt with a large concentration of dolomite, which would obscure sensors of the period. No habitable planets, however. Hunter Matheson: ::checking the area between here and there, wanting to know more so he can figure some clandestine routes:: Maryse Dubois: :;Studying the holos.:: Rhan K'hal: :: not impressed :: Hunter Matheson: ::it's kind of automatic when options are on the table to be sure what's between here and there::: Cptn Swain: ::Cycles:: Finally this is the closest. But we're concerned about the asteroid belt as well as the system being relatively nearer a shipping lane for the early Tamaran Empire. William Chocox: ::watches as the holos cycle:: Irene Mincine: "Didn't we already discuss this?" :: Irene looked puzzled. :: "We went with the... the first one, right?" Cptn Swain: There is also a relatively large, uninhabited M-Class planet. Indaura Ryssan: :: In the back at the meeting :: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene, his ears in "fascinating" formation :: Cptn Swain: ::Lifts brows:: Ensign? Maryse Dubois: I think contaminating the timeline is a major concern, so option 3 should be out at all costs. William Chocox: I agree with Doctor Dubois. Irene Mincine: "We went over this. Maryse didn't want to contaminate the timeline. I remember that." :: She looked to Maryse, who spoke at the same time she did. :: Maryse Dubois: And though Option 1 seems the safest, do we know if the Moon has civilization? If so, then it should not be an option either. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Though we might have to consider an M-Class planet, eventually, if we are going to renew our limited resources. ::Arms crossed as she leaned back.:: Maryse Dubois: :;Stops a moment.:: Hakran K'hal: :: pulls out his tricorder and scans Irene, wondering how many chronitons she had with her Cheerios :: Irene Mincine: "What?" :: The readings were pretty wacky, to say the least. :: Hunter Matheson: ::leans forward:: Captain, sir? Cptn Swain: ::Glances at Irene for a very long moment, before looking to Miranda again:: That was my thought. Cptn Swain: Yes, Mister Matheson? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I think an *uninhabited* M-Class planet would be safe enough. Hakran K'hal: :: ears go to "fascinating" level 2 :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Raises her hand a bit :: Hunter Matheson: Agreeing with the commander, sir, since we might never be able to get back to our own time, I take option one. But I'd like to see the map from here to there first, to see if there's a viable route that would take us there, or if I can weave us thought several unoccupied areas to get there. Rhan K'hal: Plus we have to get there at not-very-fast even for this neck of the spacetime woods :: Hunter Matheson: Anything we have in the database that's going to give us a stellar map between here and there? An old navigational map? Irene Mincine: :: Irene gives Hakran a look. :: "You're scaring me, lieutenant." Cptn Swain: ::Nods, brings up the records:: Apparently there was a starship in this region doing gaseous anomaly mapping at some point in the period. Cptn Swain: Yes, Doctor uh Ryssan, correct?" Hunter Matheson: ::checking them out, mentally calculating several things::: Hakran K'hal: :: thinking "not nearly as much as you're scaring me" but puts on a calmer look :: "We and your care team need to have a talk after this is over, Irene." Indaura Ryssan: Right. I'm no engineer, but are we able to make our signature look like a ship from this era? Cptn Swain: ::Glances to the engineers:: Indaura Ryssan: Helm is going to have a dandy of a time as it is. Maryse Dubois: We need to think of worse case scenarios as well. In the event we are unable to return, we are sitting on a piece of technology that no one will see for roughly 100 years. And I don't think I need to remind anyone that we are on the wrong side of the border. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "Of course, Doctor K'hal." Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat:: If it comes to that, I will do what my oath to the temporal prime directive requires, but for now we're going to focus on making repairs and finding some place safer to settle in for a bit while we try to figure a way home. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Masking our signature won't be a problem once the ship has been repaired. But we have more important repairs to see to before we ever get to that point. Right now, we just need to hide. Hunter Matheson: Uh... Captain? Hunter Matheson: Thinking about the Class-M moon, sign of habitation there? Hakran K'hal: :: is making copious notes on a padd, constantly referring back to his tricorder readings of Irene :: Indaura Ryssan: We should have a cover story, if we need one. Cptn Swain: Nothing we could see with our long range and going through historical records of the period. Other than flora and fauna. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Cptn Swain: What kind of warp speed can we expect with just one nacelle? Indaura Ryssan: :: Thinks impulse :: Irene Mincine: "Flora and fauna, my two favorite things." :: Irene perked up hearing the captain, then looked up at the ceiling. :: "Hm?" William Chocox: Um...slower than anything from our era. I don't know enough about ships of this era to give you a better comparison. Indaura Ryssan: How with only one? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If we modify the current nacelle to create a warp field on its own, we could probably go half to a third of our max capability. Rhan K'hal: There have been ships with only one nacelle in the history of warp travel. Obviously it's a bit lopsided for this design but that can be accounted for. Cptn Swain: Good. Alright so it's settled, we'll head for option 1. Hunter Matheson: :::leans back, waiting for the skipper's attention again:: Irene Mincine: "We'll be lucky to get Warp 5 out of--" :: Irene looked up at the dormant red alert panel on the wall, agitated. :: "Alert? Now what?" :: She started rolling her chair back from the conference table. :: Hunter Matheson: ::nods to option one:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up sharply and re-scans Irene :: Maryse Dubois: ::Had been watching Irene's behavior for a while, her arms folded as she was thinking.:: Cptn Swain: Which has some idiotic scientific notation as a name, so we're just going to call it Sarras. Cptn Swain: ::Does that captain-can-only-do-polite throat clear:: Perhaps, Doctor, you should take Ensign Mincine to sickbay? Maryse Dubois: Yeah. ::Stands.:: I think you're right. :;Walks over to Irene, holding her wheelchair.:: Hakran K'hal: With your permission, Captain, I need to join them. I think Irene is likely going to be the key to figuring out what happened to us and how to get home. :: smiles at Irene :: But no pressure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Had tensed at Irene's sudden departure, but relaxed as the doctor took control. She was frowning again.:: William Chocox: Sarras? Hunter Matheson: :::still waiting for the skipper's attention:: Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: Yes, of course. I do want a more full report on how we got here in the first place, but it can wait. Maryse Dubois: ::Takes Irene out of the room.:: William Chocox: Anything in particular with that name? Cptn Swain: ::Turns his attention back to the matter at hand:: Sarras? It's where they took the holy grail. Hakran K'hal: :: nods, then turns to follow the medical procession :: Cptn Swain: In one version anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Beep boop. Chroniton flux or something, it's hard to tell on a tricorder. :: "Can't you hear that? What are you all sitting around here for? The warp field's unbalanced! We didn't purge the radiation from the plasma channel! We're all gonna die!" :: As she was rolled away from the room. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Follows Dubois and Mincine :: Hunter Matheson: Sir? ::Swain:: Rhan K'hal: Will, do me a favor and take a note of what Irene was howling about. If Hak thinks she's important about time travel, I'm slightly inclined to take her seriously. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets her into the TL.:: We aren't at warp, Irene. Hakran K'hal: But we will be, Doctor. Hakran K'hal: And I don't think Irene is all here. At least temporally. William Chocox: Aye. ::types it on a PADD:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If Option 1 is going to be the furthest away, then we need to plan out a route that will take us around inhabited areas where we might come into contact with others in this area. Hunter Matheson: Captain? Cptn Swain: Yes? Hunter Matheson: From what I see on this map, getting there is doable, but it'll be round-about and pretty slow. Evasive maneuvers possible in several areas, just so we don't leave a print in one direction. This would be with our without warp, sir. Problem might be fuel if we're limited. Maryse Dubois: ::Lets the door close.:: And she mentioned my conversation in the meeting. She said I had already said it, but I clearly didn't. Maryse Dubois: I wonder if this has something to do with the "wash." Indaura Ryssan: :: Still with them, just keeping quiet :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets Irene back into sickbay and in her private room.:: Irene Mincine: "Antimatter containment is falling... it...!" :: Irene screamed and passed out as she arrived in her private room. Probably for the best. :: Cptn Swain: Well, work on a flight plan and submit it to myself and Commander Hawthorne. Rhan, I am going to need you start putting together a grocery store list for that M-class moon. Engineering, I think you know what you have ahead of you, but submit a list of supplies you need as well. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois, I will be out here if you need me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded at threw Chocox a glance.:: Cptn Swain: The sooner we can get out of the open the better. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, looking down at Irene :: She's in severe temporal displacement. Not that that has a diagnosis code, and I need better information, but I wouldn't discount her seeing... possibilities at least. William Chocox: Got it sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Inventorying medical supplies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Helps get Irene in bed, then turn to Hakran.:: She came up with a device to help remove extra chronitons from the body to help with healing. We used it on her kidney wound. It was working, but her vital started going all over the place, so I stopped. The device is on the table there. ::Hands him the device.:: Cptn Swain: ..and... Hakran K'hal: :: glances at it :: My biologist coming up with a chroniton vacuum. ::shakes head:: Maryse Dubois: I inspected the formula myself before assembly. It was sound, but there must have been an outside variable Hakran K'hal: I'll have Issaha take a look at this, and if you can supply any bioscans. In the meanwhile, I'd like to upgrade your biobed scanner with a much higher accuracy chroniton scanner. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. SD 0203.2018 Excalibur finds itself lost time and wounded. Engineering has been working on making repairs, but things have been slow going. Swain has called a senior staff (everyone here) meeting to discuss progress updates, and more practically sort out a strategy for what's next for our intrepid, time-travlin' crew.
  10. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has found itself in the year 2282 plus or minus a few years, and in an unfortunate location for that time period. The crew is working to repair damage, find a place to make the more major repairs that are needed, get supplies sorted, and see if we can figure out how we got here and if we can get back easily. All while hoping we do not get found by the, uh, locals. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is halfway inside a panel somewhere in engineering, his uniform jacket strewn haphazardly somewhere:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed typing away on a PADD, surrounded by computer equipment. She's doing some biological simulations. :: "Hey, Doctor?" Cptn Swain: ::Wearing a bomber jacket (because I am the captain and I want perks), he was down in the stellar cartography lab with their Romulan guest where he desperately wished the replicators worked and that even if they did, he wouldn't feel guilty about making tea with them. Instead he was drinking water, as they fiddled with the console.:: Hakran K'hal: :: with Issaha down in the physics lab, contemplating the time :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up from behind her desk, then heads over to Irene's room.:: Need something? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning:: Hunter Matheson: :::after working on the helm console with Tork, Kal leaned back to sprawl across the floor for a stretch, totally forgetting he'd been bounced around for a while. *Damn* he said to himself with a wince, then rolled back to a sit, pulled himself up and slipped into his helm chair for a rest:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Peers over and sees Dr. Dubois walking to Irene :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::also wondering if Vulcans were supposed to frown. That seemed like an emotion. Maybe he shouldn't frown.:: Irene Mincine: :: She hands over the PADD she was working on. :: "I've been working on a way to purge any remaining effects from... whatever that thing we ran into was. This should take care of it." :: It's instructions on producing an anti-chroniton wash at a specific wavelength. According to the sim results, it will speed up healing after exposure to the anomaly. :: William Chocox: ::mutters to himself:: Hopefully this will get more of the sensors working. Maryse Dubois: ::Looking it over.:: Hmm. Good work. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::plays the tape again:: So that is definitely Cptn Swain: Issaha> A warp core exploding. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I may not be good at astrophysics, but I know my way around biology." :: Irene tries to sit up in her bed, which predictably ends badly with a healing incision in her back. :: "...my own, not so much..." Cptn Swain: ::They were still working to confirm exactly where they were, but had largely confirmed they were more or less in the same sector that they'd been 100 years in future.:: Maryse Dubois: Care to be a guinea pig then? ::Waving the padd.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had visited medical to get her cracked ribs mended. They were tender, but no longer painful as they'd been. Down in engineering, she leaned over one of the consoles, tapping out a rapid sequence of commands.:: Chocox -- that didn't work. Try another configuration. William Chocox: ::swears under his breath as he rearranges the configuration:: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: "If it'll get me out of this bed..." :: Irene adjusted her position on the boiled. :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene isn't a crab, I think, so she's on a biobed, not a boiler. :: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork pokes him and Kal glances over his shoulder, half awake:: What? Cptn Swain: (( Irene is actually Zoidberg )) William Chocox: ::Hawthorne:: Now? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Where'd this come from? ::he holds up a fractured chip:: Indaura Ryssan: ((Why not Ireneberg?)) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Taps out a new sequence and straightens as the console blooms to life.:: That did it! We've got partial readings from the damaged nacelle. William Chocox: Yes! Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: We'll see. I'll be back. ::Heads for the Med Lab.:: William Chocox: ::crawls out of the panel, his face covered in sweat and somehow soot?:: Hunter Matheson: ::Kal leans forward, hand out to take the chip, then grunts, half yawning:: Comes from the command console, but it's useless. Toss it in the pile and move on. Cptn Swain: ::Leans back into his chair:: This system looks like maybe an option. That asteroid belt is probably enough to obscure the sensors of this period. Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Nods:: Likely. William Chocox: Where to next Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This.... mmm.... this isn't good. ::Points at the schematics and turns to the giant status board that was blinking red with a hundred different things that they needed to tend urgently.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, pulls out another PADD. She sends a message to Hakran. :: *Message* "Hoping to get out of sick bay soon. Will be in science lab asap. -I" William Chocox: ::looks over it:: And without a spacedock to fix anything. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That nacelle is going to need an overhaul. We can replace the data network and most of the power nodes as a quick fix. Hunter Matheson: ::then he sighs, stands, and moves to the front of the helm console... like he really wants to see the damage there:: William Chocox: Alright. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: This is going to require some time outside in the EVA suits, too. Hunter Matheson: Huh... :::checking it out, he realizes that there's not too much damage, a scratch here and there, but a severe forward lean in the entire console, which explains why he didn't quite fit easily into the helm chair::: Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Forward lean, like I'm back in boot.. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::points a finger:: Intriguing. You can see the freighter in that window. Maryse Dubois: ::Comes back a little later with a device in her hand.:: Alright. Ready to give this a try? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grabbed one of the portable engineering kits and slung it carefully over her shoulder.:: Cptn Swain: Ereth> Though the primary in that system is a ... I am not sure what your designation is, but do you think its radiation could be a problem for your repair crews? William Chocox: I've always enjoyed a good space walk...the vertigo makes you appreciate the shipboard gravity all the more. Cptn Swain: ::Looks over the readings:: It's possible. William Chocox: You ok to be working? Cptn Swain: Add it to the list. We'll let the engineers decide which system they want to pick. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods! :: "Go for it. There... shouldn't be too many negative effects. If I did the numbers right..." Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Yep. :: rubs his pointy chin beard :: A temporal window. :: sigh :: I hate spacetime sometimes. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: You'll need to sit up as best you can. Cptn Swain: Issaha> But what caused the rupture in the first place? Irene Mincine: :: Irene scooches back, supporting herself with her hands as she successfully sits up. She looked like she was in abject misery. :: "OK." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, just some sore ribs. Nothing too terrible. Maryse Dubois: Alright. Here goes. ::Starts using the device around Irene's kidney area.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to the access ladder and begins the climb upward.:: Besides, this is an 'all hands on deck' situation. Cptn Swain: What other systems haven't we looked at yet. Cptn Swain: Ereth> ::Brings up the map:: Only this one. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head:: What’s even more unusual is the lack of relative chroniton particles around us now. William Chocox: ::follows her up with his own kit:: Feel good to be getting your hands dirty again Commander? Hunter Matheson: :::tapping here and there on the console's forward section, just to see if it squeals, and it does, but just a little:: Cool. Not all that bad, Girl. Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. :: "That feels super weird..." :: It looks like reality is rippling where she uses the device. The biobed shows her heart rate shooting up. :: Hakran K'hal: Yeah, you'd expect something left from... whatever. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: ::Monitors the heart rate as she works.:: Your heart rate is going up. I'll stop if it gets too high. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, actually. Command has its perks, but I always miss getting hands on with the ship's systems. ::She stepped aside as they reached the platform and opened the JT access panel.:: You ever thought about getting on the command track? Hakran K'hal: :: gets up, paces :: Ugh. I need to let this simmer in my head. Doesn't help that it's still throbbing from sliding into the holodeck wall when all hell broke loose. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: We should take a break, sir. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The computer is going to be a while with this analysis -- especially with it being heavily bypassed. Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is logical ::looks around:: or something. William Chocox: Every so often, and then we get in a mess like this and I realize I'd have to keep everyone from freaking out. Hakran K'hal: :: tilts head :: You might want to practice that a bit more you get in front of our other Romulan Indaura Ryssan: :: Monitoring Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::then he moves back to check out Tork's work:: 'Bout done? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sighs:: I am thinking of just asking Captain Swain if we can drop this whole act. It's not like he's going to report back to the Tal'Shiar where I am. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. :: "I can feel it working, definitely..." :: Her vital signs get more and more erratic the more she uses the machine - but it is showing the residual chroniton level getting lower and lower. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Do you know how boring being a Vulcan is? Hakran K'hal: No, and I don't want to know. :: pats Issaha on the shoulder :: Be careful around that one though, he's been extremely... professional. Makes me think he's up to something. Maryse Dubois: Ok that's enough for now. ::Shuts the device off.:: We managed to lower the chroniton levels, which is good. But your vitals were all over the place. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Starts to say something about Romulans always being extremely professional, but decides against it and nods:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::screws up his face:: Don't think it's ever gonna be done. Got a pile of chips, tossed the broken ones, don't have replacements. Or maybe I just can't find 'em. Indaura Ryssan: We have to proceed carefully... Cptn Swain: Issaha> I should change uniforms. The green blood might stain this one. Hunter Matheson: Um... I'll dig in the pile that engineering brought up. Shouldn't be a problem. ::cross legged again at the helm console::: Hakran K'hal: We'd hate that since the laundry service is down. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted.:: Yea, that's part of it. You can't really freak out or the others will, too. ::Climbing into the nacelle, they could see the damage was extensive. There were scorch marks where power surges had blown the conduits.:: Hunter Matheson: Um... see what you mean. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: This is a good step though. Irene Mincine: :: She falls back onto the biobed with her vitals slowly going back to normal. :: "Yeah. I think it worked... but I feel terrible." William Chocox: Oh man. This is uh...this is not good. Maryse Dubois: Get a little rest then. Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a sickbay-bound lift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning.:: No, it isn't. We're going to have to get an entire team in here. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: Alright. That one is out. No way we could avoid getting turned into a crisp with all those solar flares. So let’s take a break and then we'll meet with senior staff to talk about our options and see where engineering is at. ::Considers that he's discussing his command decisions with a Romulan officer who he barely knew. Decides it doesn't really matter, but he'd need to be more careful going forward.:: I'll have Mister K'hal find you some quarters. Indaura Ryssan: A shame we can't treat you at a starbase, but under the circumstances.. Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Swain to K'hal. William Chocox: Yeah...well, we can get started while we wait for them to climb up. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ Yes, Cap? Hunter Matheson: ::rocks to a stand with a handful of chips and goes to check in the box engineering sent up:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits the lift and follows the medics into sickbay :: Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Setup a senior staff meeting for ::looks at Chrono:: 1830 hours. And see if you can find some quarters for our three guests -- if the other two are able to be released from sickbay anyway. Irene Mincine: "I'm sick of getting rest... My back does feel a lot better now, though." :: Irene smiled, somehow. :: "Yeah, they can shove a cloned kidney in there or something." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Swain+ 1830, aye. I'd already allocated quarters when we started the investigation, I'll double-check to make sure the windows weren't broken. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes, we need to hit that console and that one before we can get outside to repair the exterior damage. Hunter Matheson: ::he finds what he needs and tosses the others, then moves back to the helm console and slips them in, double checking as usual:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks around for Irene, sees her and heads over :: Slacker. Hunter Matheson: ::then he leans back:: Now all we need is power. ::staring at the console, then Tork::: Cptn Swain: +Rhan+ Efficient as ever. Swain out. William Chocox: Let's get to it then. ::walks to the first console and starts working as he calls down to Engineering for a team:: Do you think I could do command, Commander? Cptn Swain: ::Ereth:: I'll have a security detail escort you. I am sure you can understand. Hunter Matheson: (is there a senior on the bridge?) Maryse Dubois: ::Turns, seeing Hakran.:: She was being our test subject. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She popped the console as she glanced over at Chocox.:: Sure, with the right prep and training. Do *you* think you could command a team? Or department? Hakran K'hal: Oh, working for the greater good, then. I'll have to find that PADD with the commendations protocol on it. Cptn Swain: (( Rhan I would assume Hunter )) Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: I'm surprised you haven't gotten her out of here yet, she must be driving you nuts. Hunter Matheson: (copy that) Irene Mincine: "Came to check up on me?" :: Irene said to Hakran as he came in. :: "I've been working on figuring out how to purge residual chronitons from that anomaly." :: She closed her eyes as her vitals fluctuated again, oddly. There wasn't a pattern to it. Hunter Matheson: ;::wanders toward Rhan:: Helm is as good as it's gonna get, sir. Anything I can do help here? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Unless you can turn back time and get us out of this mess altogether, I'd say it's probably time for your lunch break. You need to eat in between using your head as a tennis ball. Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) William Chocox: Possibly. But I like being elbows deep in the guts of the ship as well. Hunter Matheson: ::slow nod:: Yes, sir. Don't have much expertise in turning the clock forward, so I'm gonna guess that I'll go for lunch... if there is anything. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: You probably are our best data on what the hell happened, so I gotta make sure you're taking care of yourself. By the ship's complement of PADDs littering the area, I'd say you're overworking even bound to a bed. Hunter Matheson: Bring you something, sir? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: quick draws into his pocket and pulls out protein bars :: I'm good. :: fancy twirl and re-pockets :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, responding to Hakran's statement while he was in the middle of it? :: "I've been overworking myself, probably. But we need to figure out what the hell's going on here and what we're going to do about it." Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a smirk:: Copy that, sir. ::with a thumbs up:: Tork, you're with me. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::they move out to the energy-bar bar and chow down:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0127.2018 Excalibur has found itself in the year 2282 plus or minus a few years, and in an unfortunate location for that time period. The crew is working to repair damage, find a place to make the more major repairs that are needed, get supplies sorted, and see if we can figure out how we got here and if we can get back easily. All while hoping we do not get found by the, uh, locals.
  12. MISSION BRIEF: Having made a disturbing discovery, the shuttlecraft carrying Captain Swain and Rhan has returned and they are on their way to the bridge to share their, findings. Meanwhile the crew has continued to make repairs and secondary power systems have been stabilized. Limited external and internal sensors are starting to come back online. Main power is inoperable. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Having left Rhan behind to help get the shuttle situated since the flight deck was still a disaster, Asher made his way to the bridge relatively quickly:: Maryse Dubois: ((Oh I had one. Since we're somewhere else, are we still under the negative effects of the chronitons?)) William Chocox: ::crawls out of the jeffries tube due to not trusting the turbolift to get him up there:: Maryse Dubois: ((Like wounds not healing)) Hunter Matheson: ::in sick bay, blinks, sits up, looks around::: Cptn Swain: (( Hmm... let's dice roll for it. Give me a number 1-20 )) Maryse Dubois: ((14)) Irene Mincine: :: Irene is in a biobed in sick bay. She has a PADD in her hand with furrowed brow. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Hovering over Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::headscratch:: William Chocox: Hello folks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances over as another body emerges from the tubes.:: Mister Chocox... I hope you have some good news for us. Hunter Matheson: ::feeling a lump on his forehead kind of sore:: William Chocox: Good news is that we have some power and some limited sensors. Both external and internal. William Chocox: Bad news is we still can't get main power up. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The medical staff is no longer encountering the difficulty that was being caused by the proximity of the chroniton radiation. Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lifts:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at her :: How are you feeling Irene? Maryse Dubois: ::Checking in on Irene.:: Hunter Matheson: ::rubbing the back of his neck, kind of sore too:: William Chocox: ::looks at the captain:: You're a braver man than I sir. Cptn Swain: I am getting to old to climb ladders. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What's the status of our damaged nacelle? Is it repairable in our current situation? ::Turns as the Captain exits onto the bridge.:: That didn't take you long. I thought you'd be out collecting data for a while. Irene Mincine: :: According to the bio-bed, her condition is getting better, not worse. :: "Like I just drank a barrel full of bloodwine." :: She hands the PADD over to Indaura. It's full of super-advanced biological observations and data on the healing reversal problem. :: "I downloaded this from my lab console, which is probably in a thousand pieces by now. I wanted to get it to you in case anything happened to me." William Chocox: I can make the nacelle usable...I think...we're not going to have it be perfect. I'll have to take a closer look at it. Cptn Swain: Well. I had news I thought everyone should know. Lt. K'hal is getting the shuttle refueled for a second pass. Hunter Matheson: ::hops off the bed and looks around for a nurse or doctor but they look pretty busy:: William Chocox: That doesn't sound ominous. Cptn Swain: Do you want the good news or the bad news first? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good news, please. We've got enough of the bad right now. Maryse Dubois: ::Glancing over Indaura's shoulder.:: Send that to Science. It may be useful to them. :;Scanning Irene.:: As for you, a little good news. Everything is finally healing as it should. Cptn Swain: ::Making his way over to the railing:: We didn't detect any signs of the chroniton radiation. William Chocox: ::blinks:: What? Indaura Ryssan: I will get this backed up right now. Indaura Ryssan: :: does so :: Indaura Ryssan: I've tried blood wine... it takes getting used to. Indaura Ryssan: +Science+ Dr. Ryssan to Science. Cptn Swain: If it was there it was in minute enough quantities the shuttle's sensors couldn't detect it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::listening to the Captain, but seeing he was being paged:: +Rysaan+ Go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: None? I suppose... that is good. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders around, looking for someone in sick bay:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And the bad? ::Dreading it, but she had to ask.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs. :: "Great. Are we away from the anomaly? That would confirm my theory." :: She laughs at Indaura, then coughs. :: "It's... pretty strong. I could go for some right now." :: Irene's combadge chirps at the call to science and she reflexively goes to tap, stopping halfway there. :: Cptn Swain: The bad news. Well, do you want the bad bad news or just the bad news first? Maryse Dubois: ::Hears someone moving around. Checks outside of the private room.:: Ah. Mr. Matheson. Indaura Ryssan: +Issaha+ I have a PADD with information that needs looked at regarding the healing reversal issue. William Chocox: How much bad could there be? Hunter Matheson: ::turns around:: Hey, Doc. Maryse Dubois: How are you feeling? Hunter Matheson: I guess I bumped my head pretty good, right? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't ask that. Don't ever ask that. ::Frowns at Chocox.,:: William Chocox: I wasn't asking how much more, just how much. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Ryssan+ Bring it up to the bridge. Hunter Matheson: Feeling pretty good. Neck is kind of sore and it's not a good idea to touch the bump on my head. Hunter Matheson: I'd ask for a pillow on the helm console, but I know what happened last time. I"ll just use a five point instead. Cptn Swain: Well the regular bad news is that the Romulan, Tamaraian and Kaedwani vessels appear to no longer be in the area. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like it. ::Scans him too. Pleased with results.:: Luckily with the radiation gone, you've recovered as well. Though your forehead may be a little tender. William Chocox: ::blinks again:: Hunter Matheson: Uh.. yes, ma'am. It's tender. Maryse Dubois: Go grab something to eat, and relax. You'll be cleared for light duty after. Hunter Matheson: ::frowns:: Say again, ma'am? Cptn Swain: No signs of any debris fields, ion trails, just empty space. Indaura Ryssan: Off I go. Rest well Irene. :: Takes the padd and goes to the bridge :: Hunter Matheson: ::glanceglance::: Relax? Light duty? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No debris? So... no signs of them being destroyed? Did the blast throw us out of the area? Or them? Hunter Matheson: I'm the only certified Akira helmsman, ma'am. Think I'd better get back... ::her expression shows him it's a no go::: Cptn Swain: ( I am going to guess that we have more than one person certified to fly this thing. I mean He can't be at helm 24-hours a day ) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Hunter Matheson: (He can try?) Maryse Dubois: ((Unless he's an android.)) Irene Mincine: "All righty." :: Irene gives a relieved sigh when Indaura leaves. :: "Hey, Doc, Can I go back to the bridge now? We're in an emergency situation, they need me at science." :: Hearing Hunter. :: "Only? I'm a certified emergency helm officer, you know." Cptn Swain: Well that's you see... that’s the uh, bad-bad news I mentioned. Cptn Swain: ::Does one of those gestures:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Mouths "the bad-bad news?" Maryse Dubois: Neither one of you are going to bridge. :;Glancing between Irene and Hunter.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stares at her, wondering just how she got her master certification if she's in science but says nothing::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the bridge :: William Chocox: ::sighs:: What's the bad-bad news then? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: leaving this one entirely to Swain :: Hunter Matheson: ::or even if her certification is still valid:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed.:: Just spit it out, already. You've never been good at dancing around the issues. Hunter Matheson: ::or maybe they could go out for a beer::: Maryse Dubois: So help me, if either of you break my light duty restrictions, I will have Rhan remove your computer access. Cptn Swain: So it's not so much as where it threw us. Indaura Ryssan: :: Clutching the PADD, she scans for Issha on the bridge :: Cptn Swain: As *when* it threw us. Indaura Ryssan: :: Moves over to Issha :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns. :: "Yes, Doctor. What *am* I allowed to do?" Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Irene a PADD.:: You can work from here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: When... :::Long pause.:: Surely you can't be serious. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hoping it was just his twisted sense of humor.:: Rhan K'hal: (( ::sits on fingers so he doesn't make the Airplane joke:: )) Cptn Swain: I wish I were joking. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I was waiting for it. LoL )) Maryse Dubois: ::To Hunter.:: And you get something to eat. I don't care if it's a salad. No malnourished officers on my ship. Cptn Swain: Based on my back of the envelope calculations we're in the year 2282, plus or minus a few years in either direction. Hunter Matheson: ::crooked grin:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: 2282! Rhan K'hal: Rhan> Yep. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs the PADD. :: "OK, OK, I'll stay here. Can I use your bio-lab as a home base here? I'll see what the bridge needs me to work on." Cptn Swain: Give or take a few years. Maryse Dubois: If it keep you in that bed. Hakran K'hal: That would be a problem on the best of days. This isn't the best of days. Cptn Swain: I had to do some of the figuring by memory. Cptn Swain: Based on star positions, and such. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We're over a hundred years displaced? Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: Which could be an additional problem. I mean in addition to being like 100 years in the past. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Sits down hard.:: Hunter Matheson: ::saunters toward the "cookie jar" and snags a few energy bars, then takes a seat in the doctor's lounge and settles in::: William Chocox: How is that possible? Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: finally speaks up :: I can venture a guess as to that additional problem. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Wait... so... the chronitons... yea, I get it... but.... what area of space are we in? Do we have that data? ::Her eyes open wide.:: Who was the Federation up against a hundred years ago? We're nearly blind and mostly defenseless out here right now! Irene Mincine: "I am Klingon! I am resilient." :: Irene looks at the PADD, resigning herself to staying in the bio-bed. :: "But I'm also human..." :: She taps her com badge. :: +Issaha+ "What's going on? I'm stuck down here in sickbay. Give me something to work on or I'm going to go crazy." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, relieved to see both of them settling in.:: I'll have someone bring you a few more thing. William Chocox: We might be in Romulan space at the moment ma'am. Cptn Swain: We're in roughly the same area of space we were in previously. I think. We'll need to get the Excalibur's sensors online before we can confirm that. Hakran K'hal: :: looks at the Romulan representative that he'd brought to the bridge :: Ah. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starts to open his mouth, decides against it:: Cptn Swain: This area of space had a much more....direct Romulan influence. Cptn Swain: The Tamarians and the Kaedwani were still relatively undeveloped. They would have warp drive, but their influence was still rather limited. Rhan K'hal: At least we're on such low power mode at the moment someone would have to trip over us to notice us. I don't have to remind everyone of our usual luck though. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sends a message to Irene:: +Msg+ Lost in time. 100+ years or something. Unsure where we are exactly. Will fill you in later. Hunter Matheson: ::smooths out the energy bar wrappers and goes to find the doc::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Oi... ::She took a deep breath and gestured toward Chocox.:: We have limited sensors, thanks to Chocox. Nothing on long range, but we'll see someone trying to sneak up on us. Maryse Dubois: ::A couple orderlies move in a couple carts of equipment for Irene to work with.:: William Chocox: I'm working as hard as I can. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engines, however, that's a different story. One of our nacelles was critically damaged. We can limp along with one on impulse, but maintaining a warp field would be impossible. Irene Mincine: :: Irene pauses a beat and replies in a text message. :: +Issaha+ "Very funny." :: She thanks the orderlies and logs into the equipment. :: Cptn Swain: That needs to be our first priority. Finding someplace to hide at long enough to make repairs. We can't just sit out here in the middle of open space like a wounded duck. Hunter Matheson: ::dodging the carts and Mincine::: Indaura Ryssan: One hundred years Issaha? Where are we exactly? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sensors will help. We can get power running to astrometrics. Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office a moment.:: Cptn Swain: ::Nods: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm planning to spend some quality time down in engineering. Cptn Swain: Good. You take over damage control. Hunter Matheson: ::wanders toward the doc's office and stops at the door::: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up, seeing Hunter.:: Need something else, Gunny? Cptn Swain: Rhan I want you and Marcy to begin doing a cattle call on our current supplies -- medkits everything. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Cptn Swain: (Is Hakran on the bridge? )) Hunter Matheson: ::he has one energy bar left that he pulls from his pocket and straightens up:: No, ma'am. Was going to ask if I can be dismissed for duty, but you look pretty worn. Thought you might like the last energy bar? Irene Mincine: "Hey, can I have whatever you took out of me in a jar? They never let me keep my appendix." :: Irene yells across sick bay to Maryse while her door is open. Whatever painkillers she's on are pretty good. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if we don't know our location yet :: Hakran K'hal: :: is on the bridge, along with tr'Ehrik the Romulan scientist/spy/whatever :: Hunter Matheson: ::hesitant to enter, concerned at her condition but not wanting to impose:: William Chocox: ::starts racking his brain to see where his “projects” were if Commander Hawthorne was coming down to Engineering:: Cptn Swain: Hakran I want one science team dedicated to finding out what the hell went wrong and if we can reverse it. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Thanks. You can go, but keep your head away from console, okay? Hakran K'hal: Right, just another day at the office. Cptn Swain: I want you to lead that team. I'll lead a smaller team to see if we can find out where exactly we are and if there's someplace for us to duck into for a while to make repairs. Cptn Swain: Questions? Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::steps in and slips the energy bar so it slides across her desk toward her:: Docs' gotta eat, too. :::nods and moves out::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins, taking the bar.:: Hakran K'hal: Ah.. :: glances pointedly at the openly Romulan Romulan and then discreetly at the Vulcanly Romulan :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stood and stretched, wincing as she did. Shaking her head at Swain, she glanced at Chocox.:: I need to take a quick trip to medical. I'll meet you down in engineering shortly. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::shakes his head:: No, sir. Indaura Ryssan: Captain, *where* are we? William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Need anything else from me Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::signs out of medical and only then notices that the power is on emergency mode (?):: Cptn Swain: ::Indaura, calmly:: We are apparently 100 years in the past, roughly near out last position spatially. I'll be making a shipwide announcement soon. Cptn Swain: ::Shakes his head at Will:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods, breaks out her tricorder to scan the bridge crew :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts getting her equipment carts set up. :: "Maryse-- er, Commander, thanks for putting me back together again. I've got to stop ending up here." Cptn Swain: ::Walks over to his chair:: Put me on shipwide. William Chocox: Yes sir. ::goes back inside the Jefferies Tube towards Engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the lift to take a short ride down to medical.:: Rhan K'hal: :: ship whistle :: Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't feel like getting up, so she uncharacteristically yells back.:: Hopefully this is the last time! Hunter Matheson: ::standing by the lift, wondering if it works, when the door slides open he's face to face with the XO:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs and falls silent when the hailer's whistle sounds. :: Hunter Matheson: ::hears the bosun whistle:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks up at nothing as she hears the whistle.:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps aside at attn for Cmdr Hawthorne, as per regs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson... ::Steps out into the hall.:: How are you feeling? Cptn Swain: +All+ This is the Captain speaking. While many details remain uncertain, I feel that you are all deserving of a proper update. Following the explosion of the Kaedwani cruiser warp core, the resulting shockwave appears to have created some sort of temporal effect that has, for the moment, displaced us roughly 100 years into the past. At present, there are no other vessels in our area and we appear to be, for the moment, safe. Hunter Matheson: ::slight relax:: Good, ma'am. Been better, but working on all thrusters. Hunter Matheson: ::stops to hear the announcement::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's heart dropped, along with the PADD she was holding. :: "He wasn't joking, was he?" :: She grabs another one from the stack on one of the carts. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::One eyes twitches at the Captain's announcement.:: So... Maryse Dubois: ::Feels a headache coming on.:: Hakran K'hal: El'Arrain tr'Ehrik, why don't you work with the Captain's team. I am sure you're more familiar with this area than we are. :: not to mention the Captain can keep a better eye on him since he won't be ass deep in the bowels of the universe, or a simulation thereof :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You might want to brush up on your history, Matheson. Hunter Matheson: ::looks to Hawthorne:: Looks like, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Your star charts are going to be out of date. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: Lieutenant, with me. Cptn Swain: +All+ We are working to confirm much of what I have just told you and to develop a remedy so that we can all return, safely, to the proper time period that we belong to. We will remain at a state of heightened alert until such time as we are clear of danger. We are working to locate a safe harbor where Excalibur can make repairs and not contaminate the timelime. I urge you to remember your training and remain calm. I am confident we will find a solution. There is no finer ship in the fleet. Captain Swain, out. Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Did the doctor clear you for duty? Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: I've never been any good at that part of being captain. Hakran K'hal: :: heads for the lift :: Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Just now. Was on the way to the bridge. Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: steps over near Swain :: I doubt anyone would excel under the circumstances, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Irene listened to the announcement, disappointed at the latest turn of events. :: "Looks like I'm not getting a replacement kidney any time soon... there's got to be a way to get us home though. This is what I get for failing astrophysics." Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: Thanks. Cptn Swain: ::Erhik:: We should head down astrometrics and see what we can do about getting it up and working. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. You'd better get up there, then. ::She nodded and started toward medical.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::makes his way over to Hakran:: Hakran K'hal: tr'Ehrik> :: inclines his head again :: I am at your disposal, Captain. Maryse Dubois: ::Eating some of the energy bar as she stares at her office wall.:: Cptn Swain: (( 3 minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. ::steps into the lift::: Bridge. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: We may be doing a lot of the work on PADDs for the time being, but this is going to be a mostly theoretical exercise anyway. Obviously we know it does work in practice, but not how. Or what. Any ideas? Hunter Matheson: ::steps out to semi-chaos and Tork fixing the helm console as much as he can::: William Chocox: ::steps out of the Jefferies Tube and attempts to make his work station look a little bit presentable before getting back to work:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning the crew :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene seemed to be taking it in stride, though it was probably those 24th century narcotics pumping into her. :: "Commander! I know it looks like I'm a mess, and I feel like one, but I'm ready to help any way I can!" :: She gestured to her array of portable computer trays. :: "If a biologist can fix this, anyway..." Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dubois. Cptn Swain: ::Takes his Romulan-Romulan with him to the tubes where they headed for Astrometrics:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sits up.:: +Rhan+ Dubois here. Hunter Matheson: ::shakes the cobwebs from his head and gets to work with Tork, checking everything out, then discussing the star charts as recommended:::: Cptn Swain: >>... and ... << Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Steps into medical and sags a little, one hand at her side. Medical was the one place she didn't have to keep up the pretense.:: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ We have a crew to keep alive, healthy, fed and watered, Doc. Let's see how well we can do on that. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 0120.2018 Having made a disturbing discovery, the shuttlecraft carrying Captain Swain and Rhan has returned, and they are on their way to the bridge to share their findings. Meanwhile the crew has continued to make repairs and secondary power systems have been stabilized. Limited external and internal sensors are starting to come back online. Main power is inoperable.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::Frowning as his attempt to reroute power through the secondary console failed again, but at least this time it didn't spark and singe his fingers.:: William Chocox: ::gets working on making sure Life Support stays up, having delegated sensors to an underline for right now:: Maryse Dubois: ::Still checking on Hunter on the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working on helm, fwiw, and it's not w much::: Maryse Dubois: ::Surgeons were working on Irene in the operating room.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping for a good dose of the strongest sedative in the galaxy::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was being worked on. Maryse would get a message from the stretcher team that she was babbling incoherently about anti-chronitons and how important they are before she was put under. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Still smarting from a console arcing near him that singed his fingers, which meant they matched his uniform.:: Hakran K'hal: :: having not made it as far as the conference room with his guests before the BOOM, is now helping to haul the wounded Tamaran toward sickbay with the Romulan on the other side, who all in all is taking this rather well :: Hunter Matheson: ::holding on to the helm chair to stop everything from spinning::: William Chocox: A quiet mission they said. A cake walk they said. It’ll be easy they said. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda pulled yet another blown power node and tossed it into the growing pile of them that were going to need replaced.:: +Chocox+ We're going to need a mess of replacement power cells up here. Send me a crate to the bridge. We're running dark at the moment. Maryse Dubois: ::Giving Hunter a hypo. She then help him away from the Helm console and to an unused seat. She then gets the message.:: Relax here Gunny. ::She walks over to Swain.:: Captain, since you may be more familiar with it than I am, How important are Anti chronitons? ::Shows him the message.:: Seems Ms. Mincine was talking about them as she slipped into unconsciousness. Rhan K'hal: :: emerges through a jefferies tube with a few emergency boxes in tow :: Hunter Matheson: ::is helped, disoriented::: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Aye ma’am. Hey you! ::points at random enlisted:: get a crate of power cells to the bridge, they’re running dark at the moment. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping the injured :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Interesting and not in the good way. Rhan K'hal: :: cracks open the boxes :: Flashlights, toolkits, first aid, energy bars. :: grabs himself one of the latter :: Cptn Swain: ::closes the flap on the console:: But thank you Doctor. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes Kal's chair and checks out the viability of everything, then slips to the deck again to continue replacing chips::: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs:: Fantastic. ::Looking him over while she is there.:: Any injuries I need to know about, while I'm here? William Chocox: Bridge+ I have a crate coming up now Commander Hawthorne. Hakran K'hal: :: makes to the line of walking wounded outside sickbay, leaves the Tamaran with someone in a medical smock :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Thank you. Let me know when the sensors are up and running. Irene Mincine: :: Hopefully they'll get to find out what she meant, what with the surgeons having a tough job fixing up Irene given that injuries seemingly un-heal themselves thanks to that anomaly! Maryse was notified of that, too. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical... nothing really serious, but needing attention all the same Hunter Matheson: ::beginning to relax a little from the hypo but still can't open his eyes without disorientation:: Hakran K'hal: :: thankfully the Romulan decides to stay with his Tamaran charge as they enter sickbay, turns and heads toward a turbolift to see if he can find somewhere to actually science :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Rhan a glance and nodded.:: Good thinking, Mr. Khal. I need one of those tool kits. ::Climbs to her feet and snags one and one of the energy bars.:: Rhan K'hal: Did I hear something about anti-chronitons? Didn't bro mention we had some of the pro variety earlier before the doodoo hit the fan? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I’m getting to it as soon as I can ma’am. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes. Cptn Swain: Though ::waves hands:: It’s hard to tell what we're dealing with now. Cptn Swain: Rhan, how are your piloting skills? Rhan K'hal: I'm not as good as Mreh but I can keep it between the lines. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::after taking inventory he gathers the pile of helm data chips, wondering what to do with them::: Commander, put these chips in with the power cells, ma'am? Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: While you get everything settled up here I am going to take a shuttle out and see if we can figure out what the heck is going on. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Or.. in a separate box? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking over to where Rhan and Miranda were. ::She grabs a bar for Hunter.:: Is everyone else alright, except for Mr. Matheson? Hakran K'hal: :: manages to snag a lift up to deck 7, then gimpily climbs his way back up to deck 4 and the primary labs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, throw them all over there. ::Motions to the blow power nodes.:: They're going to have to be recycled or refurbished. Rhan K'hal: I look worse than feel. :: looks like he just got mugged by a Ferengi with a shock-whip :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> Yes, ma'am. ::dumps them there:: Cptn Swain: ::Was going to elide that going out in a shuttle without direct comms or external sensors could be dangerous:: You're me with me R'han. Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Swain :: Up, up and away, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: sees new people coming in :: ugh Irene Mincine: :: Hakran would find Irene's lab door open and the lab itself a mess as he walked by, along with some biological data regarding sickbay patients, chronitons, and injury healing open on her console. :: Cptn Swain: ::Heads towards the lift:: William Chocox: ::satisfied with where life support is at the moment, William moves on to the sensors:: Hakran K'hal: :: after a brief-check in with his people and taking stock of the fact that pretty much everything except portable equipment was offline, sighs :: Rhan K'hal: :: follows :: I'm concerned we haven't been invaded yet. Either the Romulan commander is extremely cautious or they got a good wallop too. Hunter Matheson: ::eventually he relaxes in the chair and opens his eyes::: Hey. Why's the ship not moving? Rhan K'hal: Or they're a half an hour ago while we're two weeks from now. I hate it when time breaks. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a look.:: Be careful out there. We don't know who might be out there. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gestures :: Right over there... Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: I'll do my best. Cptn Swain: ::Holds the door for Rhan:: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: gets the injured science envoy up onto a biobed :: Rhan K'hal: :: steps in :: Indaura Ryssan: Are you not a Rihan? :: Examines the envoy:: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> My associate is Tamaran. She also very likely has a broken jaw, thus her reticence. Rhan K'hal: :: waits till the door closes :: Is it first officer training to be a mother hen or does she come by it naturally? Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos :: Ah yes, first, something for the pain. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: There's a whole seminar on it at the academy I think. Maryse Dubois: ::Walks back over to Hunter.:: The power of medicine. Here. ::Hands him the energy bar.:: I'll give you a couple minutes, then we'll go to sickbay. Cptn Swain: ::Lift:: Flight deck. William Chocox: ::smacks the part of the wiring he’s working to see if that works:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::pleased with himself for getting one of the science 1 keyboards working again:: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::takes a look at his list for helm, not sure what he should do with it:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everybody knows that the Captains are the brash teenagers and their Commanders are the professional babysitters that have to keep them from running through the halls with scissors. )) Indaura Ryssan: Yes, you are correct, a fracture along the maxilla Cptn Swain: (( no lies detected )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering arrives on the bridge with crates of repair parts. Miranda motions them to take the bad ones back down to engineering. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: while Indaura works on the Tamaran, pulls out his communicator and tries contacting his ship :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::then shrugs, figuring that he'd have to wait until they get to port, but then how would they get to port?::: Indaura Ryssan: :: places a type of cast on the Tamaran's face :: This will set the bone and start to induce regrowth. Can you leave it one for an hour or two? It will beep when it's finished. Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> Mrrraghagh. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::turning, hoping that has helm stuff::: Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lift onto the flight deck, which itself was a mess. Crates, containers, tools, machines -- even a few fighters -- had been heavily jostled. d'A was running about barking orders when she spotted the Captain and the Cait.:: Indaura Ryssan: It's working..... :: waits :: It's set. Rhan K'hal: :: combs through his matted and singed fur with his claws on the lift ride and walk onto the flight deck :: William Chocox: ::continues working, muttering under his breath about neutron flows:: Irene Mincine: :: Maryse is notified that Irene is no longer in danger of dying, but given the reverse healing properties of the area... they can't guarantee how long that will last, nor how long their supplies of compatible blood will last. Klingon/Human blood isn't the easiest to synthesize, and given their lack of power... :: Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: with nothing but deafening silence, even on the black band frequencies, scowls in a way that Romulans are really good at :: Hunter Matheson: ::finally looks at the energy bar, then puts it aside::: Cptn Swain: d'A> You could have picked a better time for an inspection, mon capitaine. Indaura Ryssan: :: to the Tamaran :: How is the pain? Give me fingers, 1 to 10, 10 being the most pain Rhan K'hal: :: smirks :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Starts unpacking the crates, feeling a sense of nostalgia at getting her hands dirty again. Draws out an entire box of replacement chips.:: Tork, I've got a present for you. Cptn Swain: I like to keep people on their toes. How's my ride? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Ma'am? For helm? ::way too excited::: Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: seeing as she only has eight, it's a good thing she didn't need a 10 - in any case shows 4 :: Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stands next to her, waiting::: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns more deeply:: The yacht is on the other side of the ship and the lifts are down so you're going to have to take one of the Type 9s Maryse Dubois: ::Checking her message, frowning.:: Cptn Swain: Point the way. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: I'll never get to fly the yacht. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Rhan:: Sorry no limo this time. Maryse Dubois: ::She make one last check on everyone on the bridge, before looking down at Hunter.:: Ready to go to sickbay, Gunny? Irene Mincine: :: They note that they will wait to wake her up until Maryse gives the order or does it herself. :: Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the jefferies tube hatch onto the bridge :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Passes over a box.:: Replacement chips for both stations. You know how to install them properly? Hunter Matheson: ::looks up, confused::: Sickbay? Uh... yes, ma'am. ::looks around::: Indaura Ryssan: The pain medicine will keep the healing sensation at bay, but you need to lie down. Can I get you something to drink? Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: uses her people's hand gesture for no :: Hunter Matheson: I guess so. ::pushing himself out of the chair, he stands but is still a little disoriented so he walks carefully, running his hands along the walls for support::: Maryse Dubois: ::Helps Hunter up, calling over to Miranda.:: I'm taking your helmsman Commander. Will you need me to make a return trip to the bridge? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Engineering Ensign> ::Brings Will a data padd full of needed repairs.:: We found four blown relays and replaced two power nodules in the sensor grid. Hakran K'hal: Ah good, you're still here. :: Issaha :: What've we got? :: gimps over to the one lit console and its pointy-eared user :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am. Gunny taught me how. ::broad grin:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked around the bridge and shook her head at Maryse.:: No, I think the rest of us are just banged up. Nothing that can't wait. Anyone else, I'll send your way. Thanks, Doc. Rhan K'hal: :: hops into the shuttle d'A gives them, does a quick and dirty pre-flight :: William Chocox: ::works a few pieces into place:: +Hawthorne+ I’ve made some progress, can anyone check how much? Indaura Ryssan: Very well. if you wish you can rest here. Hunter Matheson: (Hey, man. Treat her like the lady she is. Quick and dirty doesn't cut it.) Cptn Swain: ::Slides into the co-pilot seat of the "Capilet" and helps finish off the preflight sequence.:: Hakran K'hal: Tamaran> :: leans back, sighs :: William Chocox: ((Scratch my last, chat froze and didn’t see the ensign)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Will+ Yea, give us a sec. We've got to replace the chips and a couple of nodes to get a working console. William Chocox: ::takes the PADD:: Ain’t that a kick in the head. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( it still works. )) Cptn Swain: Preflight completed. Launch sequencing is go. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Alright, come on Mister. ::Helping Hunter get to sickbay.:: Hunter Matheson: ::walking as best he can:: Cptn Swain: We're cleared for launch. Rhan K'hal: +Bridge+ Capilet is go for exploratory launch. Don't go anywhere. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Up, up and away. :: takes off :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get herself a glass of water :: Rhan K'hal: We'll definitely take this nice and easy, Type 9s aren't exactly great for playing icebreaker with debris. :: eases the shuttle out of the bay :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Understood ma’am. We had four blown relays in the sensor grid and had to replace two power nodes ourselves down here. Maryse Dubois: ::Returns to sickbay with Hunter. She gets him a free bed.:: Ok. Lay down for a while. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on a bed in the sickbay ward, looking like hell. A tub nearby is full of discarded blood packs. How can you tell she's in rough shape? She's got ALL THE NUBBINS stuck to her head. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Moves to operations and replaces the blown chips and one of the nodes, then rebooted and slid into the seat. She leaned on the console, one hand on her injured ribs as she waited for it to power cycle.:: Indaura Ryssan: Hello Doctor Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Seems you had things in hand here. Indaura Ryssan: Nothing major, but a lot of things Rhan K'hal: :: brings the shuttle around the bulk of the Excalibur facing the direction the other ships &/or remains *should* be :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the Capilet exits the ship, they find themselves in surprisingly empty space. There is no debris to be found or evidence of any other ships. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::literally under the helm lip, checking and double-checking the placement, then inserting the datachip into the socket::: Maryse Dubois: I can imagine. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: notes the new doctor with the more massive neck pippage, makes his way over :: Rhan K'hal: Oh boy. Maryse Dubois: Any word on Mincine's surgery? :;Notices the approaching Romulan.:: Indaura Ryssan: Nothing yet Rhan K'hal: Well. Good news. I'm not going to run into anything. Cptn Swain: ::Looking out and up and then back to the sensor array:: Cptn Swain: There's not even an ion trail. Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: waits at that perfect respectable "I'm waiting to talk to you and making sure you know it but trying to give you the space you deserve" distance :: Cptn Swain: Let's see if we can figure out where or... rather when we are... Irene Mincine: :: A nurse comes over to Maryse and Indaura, telling them that Mincine can be awoken at any time, and that her new name is ol' One-Kidney due to the un-healing effect giving them no other choice. Well, maybe not in those words, but something like that. :: Rhan K'hal: I really, really hate it when we break time. Hunter Matheson: ::led to a bed, he inches up on it but the minute he lies down he realizes it's not the thing to do and sits up:::: Cptn Swain: ::Begins tapping:: Start running a scan of the area for chroniton particles while I try to calculate the year. With the Excalibur's computers and sensors still offline, we having to do this more the old fashioned way. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Let's see if the upgraded micro-sensor packages they installed when we got refit are worth the hype. :: begins scanning :: Maryse Dubois: :;Frowns, nodding to the nurse.:: Indaura, go check on her. I think I have something else I need to handle at the moment. ::Approaches the Romulan.:: Are you in need of medical assistance? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::The console blooms to life and she began running sensor scans, both internal and external.:: +Chocox+ Looks like we have some functionality... Hakran K'hal: Romulan> First I wanted to see what word there was on the Kaedwani? He was sent down after the first... difficulty. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::then slowly... slowly he leans back, pillows his head, and is out cold::: Indaura Ryssan: :: At her side :: Let's wake her, Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Maryse Dubois: He is resting at the moment. Cptn Swain: I hope I am wrong. Rhan K'hal: I hope you are too if you're saying that. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hypos Irene :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly opens her eyes and looks up at Indaura. She notices the blood pack hooked up to her arm (among a few other things), realizes where she's at, and turns her head away from Indaura. :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Excellent, want us to keep working on them? Cptn Swain: Based on the star positions... we're uh what is the old earth phrase, not in Kansas anymore Toto. Hakran K'hal: (( no, Will, take a lunch break and see what's on Netflix )) Indaura Ryssan: What's wrong? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ No, they're sufficient for now. See what you can do with the engines. Irene Mincine: "I hate sick bay." :: She responded, weakly. :: William Chocox: ((They’re not the only thing broken.)) Rhan K'hal: I don't particularly like Kansas, but I think I'll like it better than the rest of your news. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma’am. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::finishing up with the datachips and ready to test if they'll let him::: Cptn Swain: ::Leans back:: We are no longer in 2388. Indaura Ryssan: Something I can do to make it better? Rhan K'hal: 2883? 3828? 2.388? Irene Mincine: "Fire up those holoemitters with my Prell program?" :: Irene smiled to Indaura. :: "Get me out of this bed and back to work?" Indaura Ryssan: One thing at a time Mincine Hakran K'hal: Romulan> That is good. I suppose this is when my people would normally be extremely rude and start demanding answers. I'll bypass the rude and demanding part and take anything you can give me. I can't even contact my ship. Cptn Swain: Give or take a year or two. It is 2282, Earth Standard. Indaura Ryssan: Music, or white noise... an ocean perhaps? Cptn Swain: << .. and .. >> Maryse Dubois: Unfortunately, I don't have anything. We're trying to get sensors back up so we can find out ourselves. Rhan K'hal: Um... weren't the Romulans in control of this area more actively at that time, Captain? Hakran K'hal: Romulan> :: sighs :: I guess I am at your disposal, though I can't imagine you need a physicist in your way down here. Cptn Swain: Yes. Irene Mincine: :: Irene put a hand to her forehead ridges. :: "I'm going to be here a while, aren't I?" Rhan K'hal: We're in deep [REDACTED]. Indaura Ryssan: I can try to release you to your quarters, but you'd have to be monitored. Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: Well, on the bright side at least we're not in a paradox. Cptn Swain: I shouldn't say that, should I. Cptn Swain: No. Pretend I didn't say that. Cptn Swain: ...and................. Irene Mincine: :: A nurse whispered that Irene was in no shape to be released anywhere. :: "Just let me sleep..." Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 0113.2018 The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power.