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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 0916.2018 Excalibur is preparing to leave orbit of Risa, but first they must locate a lost science officer.
  2. SD 0909.2018 With the conference wrapping up, much the Excalibur crew is returning to the ship to prepare for an afternoon departure. Risa seems to have been rather busy this week, no?
  3. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: With the conference wrapping up, much the Excalibur crew is returning to the ship to prepare for an afternoon departure. Risa seems to have been rather busy this week, no? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having blown off most of his frustrations romping on the planet, has returned with his mane (and a good percentage of his fur) bleached a lighter shade of blond :: Rhan K'hal: :: is now settled into his customary seat on the bridge :: William Chocox: ::somehow came back without a hint of a tan and is back on his main console in Engineering:: Cptn Swain: @::Still planet side with Arden, reading a book while Arden packed their things:: Hakran K'hal: :: still camped in his office, enjoying the quiet and lack of emergencies :: Hunter Matheson: ::tanned like a summer model from GQ Mag, a satisfied grin plastered on his face - mostly cause he's tired - gear over his shoulder and humming, he exits the lift and gets off at MARDET only to be met with a bunch of NCOs giving him the razz::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene, though, never showed up for any of the takeoff preparations! :: Hunter Matheson: ::but he's the senior NCO, so he gets to give it back::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda strode onto the bridge, no signs of having enjoyed herself during their stay at Risa. As usual, a data padd had her attention as she whittled away at the mountain of reports that needed her attention. She glanced up as she moved to her seat, admiring the view on the main screen.:: Everyone have a good time planetside? Rhan K'hal: :: grunts in reply - okay, maybe not all the frustration got blown off :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Mixing in with the largest crowds she could find :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Managed to find answers to questions he didn't know he had on Risa, and wondered why his brother thought such a place was such a bad idea. Maybe sometime he and Destorie could come here. It would be good for his brother. He had also picked up some sort of statue a local had given to him and was toting it towards his quarters aboard the Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge with a PADD in hand. She had the perfect slight tan, because of course she would. She walks over to Rhan. She runs her hand along his mane.:: Keeping the color? ::With a slight smile.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stows his gear and changes into his uniform, then checks out his hair in the mirror and notices, muttering:: Whoa. That lipstick must be some kinda permanent something. :::vigorous rub and it seems to be gone... mostly::: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Been a while since it's been that light. Not since the Academy. But I'm not going to maintain it artificially. So unless the Captain approves a major intensity shift in the interior lighting, it'll fade. Hunter Matheson: ::gives it a scrub this time... and it's pretty well hidden, so he shrugs, checks his uniform, straightens up, and moves out to the lift::: Bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How many do we have yet to board, Mr. K'hal? I want all departments checking in. Hunter Matheson: ::still humming, he stops when the lift door opens and he steps out::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll be leaving within the hour. Hakran K'hal: :: has had most of his staff check back in, with a couple of exceptions :: Hmm. Irene still not back. Hope she didn't get arrested again. :: checks the chrono :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Are you ready Asher. I don't want to be late. Indaura Ryssan: :: Making her way to the transport pad :: Irene Mincine: :: According to the chronometer and Hakran's schedule, Irene was supposed to be back on board half an hour ago. :: Cptn Swain: @ ::Smirks:: I don't know what we can be late for -- if Excalibur leaves without us, we can always get a transport back. Not like you can't extend your leave, and besides... Hunter Matheson: :::Hawthorne:: Commander, ma'am. ::semi-salute:: Reporting for duty. Cptn Swain: @Arden> You still haven't opened that communique have you? Cptn Swain: @ No. Hunter Matheson: ::still has that broad silly grin::: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over his board :: Just a few haven't reported in yet. Hakran K'hal: :: frowns :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Welcome back, Matheson. Nice time on Risa? ::Sly look.:: Hunter Matheson: ::kinda crooked grin, actually, like Indiana Jones:: Hunter Matheson: Oh, yes, ma'am. How about you? Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ K'hal to K'hal. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ 'Sup bro? Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to giggle.:: Hakran K'hal: :: mutters something about protocol ::: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Have you heard from Irene? She's late. ... I do hope she didn't get arrested. Again. Hunter Matheson: ::slips behind the wheel, in a manner of speaking::: Cptn Swain: @Arden> You should. Cptn Swain: @ Did you already. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::giving him a look, with both their bags over his shoulder.:: Of course not. It's secured. Rhan K'hal: +Hak+ Not a thing, and no, I've been keeping an eye on the security blotter and everyone has surprisingly behaved. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Which means I lost the pool. Dammit. Cptn Swain: @ ::Returns the look:: Uhuh. Well I suppose we should go though, I don't want to make Miranda angry again. Indaura Ryssan: :: enters the transport hub :: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ :: heard that, shakes head and sighs :: Great. K'hal out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Passable. ::Overhearing Rhan's conversation, she sighed.:: Hunter Matheson: ::still humming as he does the pre-flight check, and bouncing to the music that's in his head::: Maryse Dubois: Ha...:;Grins.:: Though I have noticed a certain couple hasn't checked in either. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'Hal, get locations on all crew members that haven't checked in yet. We have a scheduled window for departure and we aren't going to be missing it. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. Cptn Swain: @ ::signals to Excalibur for transport:: Rhan K'hal: :: links in with the planetary scanners, does a quick check :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's showing as being in her room in the resort. :: Irene Mincine: :: Her com badge is, anyway. :: Hunter Matheson: ::contacts station OPS for a few things, then goes back to checking::: Indaura Ryssan: @ +Excal+ Doctor Ryssan to transport up. Rhan K'hal: Well, that takes care of three. :: clears everyone for transport :: Rhan K'hal: :: finds Irene's comm badge, chirps it twice, waits :: Rhan K'hal: TP Room 1> :: energizes :: Cptn Swain: ::Shimmers aboard with Arden:: Irene Mincine: :: No response. :: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the scanner for a sign of her in that area - not a dicky bird, or a Human/Klingon hybrid, either :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutters::: And we're good to go. Rhan K'hal: :: calls the hotel :: Cptn Swain: ::to Arden:: I am going to go to my ready room.. to read the message. Can you manage? Rhan K'hal: I swear if we're missing another officer I'm not letting anyone off the ship again without a leash. Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorne:: Helm is ready for departure, Commander. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::long suffering sigh:: Of course. Go on. I'll see you later. Hunter Matheson: ::then hears Rhan::missing?::: William Chocox: +Matheson+ Helm, Engineering here, warp core is purring for you. Irene Mincine: :: An annoyed voice picks up on the other end. :: "Morning Star Resort, Tasha speaking. How may I direct your call?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks to her quarters to drop off her goodies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls up a medical file on Irene, handing Rhan the specs.:: Here is her bio data. Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Helm copies. Treat her nice. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Hunter and pursed her lips, fingers drumming on her seat while she waits.:: William Chocox: +Matheson+ Always. Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Hi Tasha, this is Lieutenant K'hal on board the Excalibur up in orbit. One of our science officers, Irene Mincine, hasn't checked in yet and isn't answering her comm badge. Could you have your security check the room, pleasE? Cptn Swain: ::Taking the lift to the bridge, where he emerged quietly, still in civies:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Maryse, gratefully, as he requests a bioscan for those particulars from the planetary scanning network :: Cptn Swain: ::He had, with Arden's permission, begun to let his beard grow back, though his hair was still cropped short:: Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office to head for the bridge :: Irene Mincine: "One moment, please." :: The communicator clicks. In the background, Tasha is complaining about those damn Starfleets losing another officer, third one this week, why can't they ever hold their booze... she calls security to Irene's room. The scanners don't show Irene in the resort at all, though. The best match is in a club about 15 kilometers away? Hard to get an exact location, though. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Exits her quarters and now in her uniform. Making her way to sickbay :: Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to Miranda, unaware of the unfolding drama:: Hunter Matheson: ::gets a call from base OPS re: departure:: +COM+ That's a negative, Risa. Excalibur is holding orbit. Will confirm when departure is imminent. How copy? Hunter Matheson: :::receives ack from base::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seeing Swain, she rose from the Captain's seat, but didn't move away as he wasn't yet on duty.:: Captain. Cptn Swain: ::nods, and lowly:: I have a message from command. I haven't read it yet, but I am assuming they've finished their investigation. Rhan K'hal: :: gets the data back from the psn, figures the angle is good enough and uses the Excalibur's sensor array for a triangulating ping - core planets don't like the Fleet to be bombarding their surface with scans :: Rhan K'hal: :: waits for the resort to get back to him in the meanwhile :: Hakran K'hal: :: exits onto the bridge, and stops short, surprised by Swain's facial hair and casual attire :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Your eyes only? Cptn Swain: It is secured, but if you want to be there when I open it... ::he trailed off:: Irene Mincine: :: The sensors triangulate her biosigns to a small building near the club, but can't get any more precise than that due to magnetic scattering. Meanwhile, Tasha picks up the communicator again. :: "Okay, checked her room. Her stuff's all gone, other than her combadge. Don't know how she left that. There's also a phaser burn in the ceiling. You tell your captain you're never seeing your security deposit again." Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters sickbay :: Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Ah. Great. Thank you. Rhan K'hal: +Tasha+ Excalibur, out. Maryse Dubois: Did she say phaser burn? Irene Mincine: Tasha> "Uh-huh. Risa out." :: Click. :: Rhan K'hal: Commander, we have a problem. Cptn Swain: ::Looks up at that:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes... I'd like to se... ::She trailed off, looking to Rhan.:: What sort of problem? Rhan K'hal: Ensign Mincine's comm badge was left, with none of her other possessions, in her hotel room. Their resort security reports a phaser burn in the ceiling. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to listen:: Rhan K'hal: I'm also getting a possible hit on her lifesigns about 16 clicks away, but I'll need to contact the locals to check it out. Hunter Matheson: ::expression change:: Rhan K'hal: Unless you'd rather LCdr Augustin? Cptn Swain: ::Taps his tongue to his top teeth:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: A missing officer? We're not leaving this to locals. Send a team to her room to scan it for any evidence and another to check out those lifesigns. Rhan K'hal: On it. Hakran K'hal: I'll beam down to the resort, do the scans myself. Hakran K'hal: :: swivels back to the lift :: Maryse Dubois: I'll be going down as well. :;Nods to Hakran.:: Cptn Swain: :: lowly to Miranda:: Isn't she the one that got arrested? Maryse Dubois: ::Follows Hakran to the lift.:: Hakran K'hal: :: holds the lift for the Doctor :: Hakran K'hal: Transporter room 1. Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ I hope you enjoyed you leave, but I can use your help. Meet us at transporter room 1. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back to set helm at standby:: Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: I don't think she would've left on her own accord like this, not right after what happened at the starbase. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, but that was a minor scuffle and I thought we'd worked it out. ::Frowning as she glanced back to Swain.:: She's a good officer and has been an asset so far. I doubt she'd jeopardize her new position aboard the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: gets some goldshirts to meet everyone at the TR :: Cptn Swain: Not that I ever got into trouble as an Ensign. Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::rounding up another crew of goldshirts to head to the second location:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, contact planetary authorities and make sure they know what's going on. Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes her head.:: It certainly doesn't seem like her. Plus a weapon was involved. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::punches in::: Hakran K'hal: Exactly. :: exits the lift as it stops and jogs the short distance to the TR :: Hakran K'hal: First team heads to the biosigns. Those are more important than the forensics. Hunter Matheson: ::as soon as they respond, the authorities get the specifics and are good to go on priority 1::: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::nods to Hakran:: We should keep open comms lines with the ship and each other. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'll be going with them, in case she is injured. Hakran K'hal: Agreed. :: lets that team load up :: Cptn Swain: Augustine> Any idea on what kind of location we're beaming into. I mean it's Risa but... Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ I am in sickbay, do you need me? Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::steps on to the padd:: Hunter Matheson: :::swivels toward the Cdr:: Planetary authorities are setting it as priority 1, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: +TR+ Club area, about as seedy as Risa can get. But more likely to step in puke than broken glass. Maryse Dubois: From what I heard, forensics will go to the hotel, and the rest of us a few clicks away where her last biosigns were found. Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::nods:: Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ I would like you to assist the forensics team that is beaming down. Rhan K'hal: TRO> Ready when you are, sirs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Another glance at Swain.:: I think we need to put that message on hold for a moment. We aren't scheduled for departure for another hour. You spending time in your ready room or staying on the bridge for this? Maryse Dubois: ::Has a medkit handed to her as she steps up on the pad.:: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::Nods to the TRO:: Rhan K'hal: TRO> :: waits for the doctor to step up, then beams then down, complete with @ :: Cptn Swain: Agreed. Wherever you want me, Commander. I think I still know my way around a sensor control. Hakran K'hal: :: mills around with the remaining security officers as he waits for Indaura to arrive :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Arrives back on Risa.:: Hunter Matheson: ::long, worried exhale::: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Starts scanning for Irene's last known signs.:: Rhan K'hal: We have clearance for full scans now, if you want to try to steer them in better. Rhan K'hal: Damn regulations. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::shimmers, begins looking around. He was hesitant to draw a weapon on a Federation planet, but he kept his hand on his phaser nonetheless:: Rhan K'hal: :: calls back down to the resort to let them know that they're about to get invaded :: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Beam down or help from up here? Irene Mincine: :: They beam down to, as was mentioned, a seedy club area in a less-traveled part of the city, surrounded by the more run-down and less reputable clubs and bars. Maryse's scan would pick up a probable hit in one of the smaller buildings, a three-story building made of moldy concrete. A dampening field stops any more detailed scans from a tricorder. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She waved Swain over to science.:: since Hakran is going planetside, see what you can turn up over there. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and takes the science console:: Maryse Dubois: @ +Indaura+ Beam down please. Mr. K'hal is waiting for you. Indaura Ryssan: :: Grabs her kit :: +Dubois+ On my way. Indaura Ryssan: :: makes her way down to the transporter :: Indaura Ryssan: :: after some moments she beams down :: Indaura Ryssan: @ K'Hal? Maryse Dubois: @ :;points to the building, Looking at Augustine.:: I'm getting signs from there, but it is garbled. There is a dampening field. Cptn Swain: @Augustine> :Frowns and motions to his goldshirts to look around the perimeter.:: Certainly not the part of Risa they put on postcards. Hakran K'hal: # :: waiting in the resort lobby for their security to escort them to the room :: Indaura Ryssan: # It's Ryssan... Hakran K'hal: # Ah, there you are Doctor. Doing forensic scans as soon as we get to the room. Indaura Ryssan: I have the drone. Maryse Dubois: @ :;Nods.:: Not what you would expect from the resort capital of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: #Hotel Security> :: grumpily arrives in the lobby, grumpily waves them to follow as he turns right back around and plods to the opposite wing :: Irene Mincine: @ :: Some residents scamper away when they see the goldshirts. There aren't many people around here, either. :: Indaura Ryssan: # Let me know when I can release it. Cptn Swain: ::Begins running more broadband scans of the surface.:: Interesting. There seems to be a dampening field around the structure near Dubois and Augustine's team. I wonder if engineering can do anything about it. Hakran K'hal: #Hotel Sec> :: gets to the room door and unlocks it for them :: Hakran K'hal: # Okay, we're doing missing persons protocol here. Hakran K'hal: # :: enters far enough in to let the others in behind, scans the room with his eyes first, and they track to the phaser burn first :: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Looks at Maryse:: I don't want to go in till we have a better idea what we're looking at... but maybe we can get a little closer and see what we can find out? Indaura Ryssan: # :: opens the case for the drone :: Irene Mincine: # :: The room is just as Tasha said - Irene's com badge on the floor, a long phaser slash on the ceiling - a sign of a struggle. :: Cptn Swain: ::Taps his communicator:: +Engineering+ Swain to Engineering. Hakran K'hal: # Well, this isn't very promising. William Chocox: +Swain+ Chocox here. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Nods.:: Agreed. Maybe Excalibur can help us with the field. Indaura Ryssan: # Let me send the drone in. Hakran K'hal: # Check the bedding for any biological material, Scan and bag that comm badge. Someone find me a stepladder or chair so I can check that phaser burn. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Scans what she can with the field up, sending the data up to Rhan.:: Cptn Swain: +Cho+ We're looking for a lost sheep on the planet, and they appear to possibly be in a building with a unusual dampening field I can't cut through with sensors. Can you take a look and see what you can do for us? Hakran K'hal: # If it would like to join me, it's welcome to. Indaura Ryssan: # :: launches the scanning drone into the room :: William Chocox: +Swain+ On it sir. ::starts working on getting through the field:: Cptn Swain: @Augustine> ::Moving quietly towards a place where could get a better look at the building.:: Indaura Ryssan: # It will be enough to recreate the room in the holodeck if need be. Irene Mincine: # :: There's "biological material" all over the bedding, all right. Human/Klingon and Deltan. Hotel security retrieves a stepladder. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose again, unable to keep her seat for long. Moving up to the front of the bridge, she crossed her arms as she looked over Hunter's shoulder at the sensor readings.:: Hunter Matheson: :::feeling her presence, he keeps a solid focus on the sensor readings::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Maryse Dubois: @ ::Follows behind Augustine, quietly.:: Hakran K'hal: # :: thanks the hotel staff, plops the stepladder down at the initiation point of the phaser burn and hops up to the top to give it a good look and scan :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> @ Team seems some very shady figures of ill-repute at the door. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is in orbit of Risa where the crew has been participating in the opening days of a conference for candidate worlds for Federation Membership, while also playing host to former Federation Defense Secretary, Sulia Link. As we pick up, Excalibur is hosting the opening night reception for the delegation. Dress attire is formal, but i am told the food is good and the servers will be Risan, against the request of our VIP, so feel free to participate in the reception or enjoy the Risan suns setting on a beach with a fruity drink. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is enjoying the food at the reception:: Cptn Swain: ::Making his way to the reception, checking his collar in the panel as he goes:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Worried your neck has gotten thicker? ::smirking, also in full-dress uniform:: I don't see why we had to come to this. You're not even on active duty and I am leave. Cptn Swain: Miranda threatened to reprogram my replicator if we didn't. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::continues smirking:: I don't see how that affects me. I have my own quarters. Irene Mincine: :: Irene, never one to pass up food and an open bar, is already there with a cup of some opaque green drink. She looks like she might have been pre-gaming the reception, too. Her dress uniform, though, is impeccable. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::has not been in a dress uniform for a while now, but he nevertheless manages to look presentable as he enters the reception room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was dressed to impress, uniform fresh and polished, looking lovely in her white dress jacket and grey tunic. For once, she wasn't frowning, but she *was* scrutinizing everything. The flowers, the food, the servers and their dress. The crewmen and their uniforms. Anything that wasn't perfect would be dealt with in swift manner.:: William Chocox: ::blinks as he looks over at the new arrival:: (m) Didn't know Commander Admiran even had a dress uniform. Tandaris Admiran: ::makes his way to the food table:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walking to the reception in her dress attire :: William Chocox: ::walks up next to Commander Admiran:: I'm surprised you have a dress uniform. Hunter Matheson: ::Kal enters the reception wearing full dress MGSGT SFMC blue and red, decorated to the hilt cause it helps catch the girls and maybe turn a few heads::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A real live Risan Jazz band is providing the entertainment for the evening, and dozens of diplomats for at least thirty different worlds have started to make their way into the reception area, which has huge floor to ceiling windows giving us a view of the Risan suns dipping behind the star. Secretary Link has yet to arrive, however. Rhan K'hal: :: having had to wheedle, whine, beg and offer favors to the owner of a non-Risian style resort to cater and staff this thing on short notice, is in attendance :: Hunter Matheson: ::he politely steps aside for the newcomers, introduces himself to a few, shakes a few hands when offered:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene appears and offers Miranda one of those little sandwiches with a toothpick through them. :: "Pretty packed in here, sir, but I see someone important is missing?" Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Not nearly as surprised as the person who is now missing one…. William Chocox: ::blinks again:: You didn't. Hunter Matheson: ::using his best "sir" and "ma'am" whenever he can, scanning the crowd to get a good feel of the invitees::: Cptn Swain: ::Enters with Arden in tow, they looked down right adorable together.:: Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake at the couple:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I can't confirm or deny without making you an accessory¦. Tandaris Admiran: Best you retain plausible deniability. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Divas like to make an entrance. ::She took the sandwich from Irene and popped it into her mouth.:: William Chocox: Of course sir. Didn't hear a thing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: My point exactly. ::Pointing at Swain as he entered.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Also making his way in, wearing full Romulan Star Navy dress uniform which included his rank sash. He had considered wearing a cape, but demurred. What if he needed to make a quick escape and the cape got caught in the turbolift doors?:: Tandaris Admiran: ::glances over at the couple's entrance:: Hmm. Rhan K'hal: :: gives a jaunty little salute to Arden and Swain as he passes by, ushering a certain old diplomat toward the non-alcoholic drinks table :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the reception :: William Chocox: ::looks over at Swain and Arden:: Surprised he was allowed to come. Tandaris Admiran: He looks so serene. Hunter Matheson: ::he's inside, meaning no cover, which means no saluting, but he does nod a greeting to the couple::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She hissed at a server as he passed.:: There's a stain on your jacket. Get it seen to before our guest arrives. Tandaris Admiran: We might have to prevent a murder. Cptn Swain: ::Makes his way over to Miranda and the new science officer.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Makes his entrance through a side door. :: Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: She watches Arden and Swain's entrance, then Issaha's, and Indaura's comparatively muted entrance. :: "I was at one of these with my mother once. The guest, a member of the High Council came in, completely blasted, and tried to look up the server's skirt. It was... a fun evening." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glowered at Swain as he neared, flexing her injured hand. The swelling had gone down enough to forego the wrap, but it still twinged. Worth it, though.:: Good evening, Arden. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We might have a bit of fun at this one. ::She said aside to Irene.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Grabs a fruity drink from a passing server for himself, letting Asher fend for himself:: Good evening, Miranda. William Chocox: I could find a distraction down in Engineering. Irene Mincine: :: Irene chuckled to herself, then reflexively stood up straighter when Swain and Arden approached. :: "Sir. Sirs." Rhan K'hal: :: having steered the old lush into the arms of the escort that was arranged for him, far-far away from the bar, then steers his way back around and notes all the pips congregating :: Hunter Matheson: :::he finally weaves through the crowd to Cho, nods to Cdr Admirin:: Commander. Cptn Swain: As you were Ensign. ::Grabs a bubbly drink.:: This looks fantastic. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho::: Grab a few beers and I'll join you in engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She ignored Swain and tried to catch Rhan's eye, waving him over.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::nods at Hunter:: Rhan K'hal: :: hopes Miranda keeps her knuckles to herself tonight, makes his way over at her signal :: William Chocox: The types of distractions that I have are best not handled while inebriated. Rhan K'hal: Captain, Commanders, and various other ranks. Hunter Matheson: ::he nods to Cho, then turns to Admiran:: Sir, I take it that these receptions are few and far between? Irene Mincine: :: Irene slouched once again at Swain's word. :: "You should try this, captain. I'm... not really sure what it is." :: She sipped the opaque green drink and winced. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Cptn Swain: Vulcan Port I think. Cptn Swain: Or something new from Frocus III. Hakran K'hal: $ :: since no one put a phaser to his head to make him go, and hates getting confused for his brother in the dress whites, is in his quarters listening to Andorian metal while reading up on some of the topics that will be on offer at the symposium :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods, sipping from his own drink:: Cptn Swain: Where is our most distinguished guest? Hunter Matheson: ::holds up a hand to wave off a server, passing on whatever pretty concoction is on the tray::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hunter:: I can't remember the last one we had. Tandaris Admiran: Then again, we spent a long time in the Gamma Quadrant. Cptn Swain: ::He'd yet to actually meet the Secretary, but he'd heard more than enough already from the ships gossip wheel. He had also heard about Miranda's little trick with his whiskey, but decided that was fair recompense for everything he'd put her through lately.:: Tandaris Admiran: Now that we're back here … I guess these will be more common. ::doesn't sound pleased by this:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She spoke quietly to Rhan.:: K'hal, there's a Tellarite delegate that's already started being argumentative near the bar. Have Matheson steer him away from the Andorian or they're liable to spark a war. Hunter Matheson: ::Admiran:: Yes, sir. Guess that would keep you away from this type of thing. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs, nods :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks around, finds Hunter and beelines for him :: William Chocox: There's worse things than these little parties. We could be chasing the captain through a swamp. Hunter Matheson: And... you look just about as happy as I feel. ::forces a smile to a delegate:: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a bee coming his way::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She straightened, once more scanning the crowd for any sign of trouble. Her eyes flitted briefly to Swain.:: She'll get here when she gets here. She's very eager to meet *you* for some reason. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "Whatever it is, it's good. I'll have to... um... procure some, planetside." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Catches Asher's eye for a moment, before turning to Irene:: Why don't you come with me and see if we can find something to eat. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: That's an excellent point. ::snags a drink off a tray:: Rhan K'hal: :: zooms in :: Hello, pleasant evening, lovely wine, etc etc. I need to borrow the Gunny. :: grabs him by the elbow and leads him off a little way :: William Chocox: ::snags a drink off the same tray:: Tandaris Admiran: And it has been a long time since I was on Risa William Chocox: Too bad we're not on Risa. Hunter Matheson: ::dragged away:: We being attacked, sir? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Politely whisking Irene away, leaving Asher and Miranda alone:: Irene Mincine: :: Food? Food! :: "Certainly, sir. If you'll excuse me, Commander. Captain." :: She figured she was being whisked away, but didn't really care. FOOD! :: Cptn Swain: I really don't deserve him. ::He took a drink:: Or you. Rhan K'hal: :: Hunter :: No, but we can prevent a war. Bar, at 11 O'Clock. Tellarite and Andorian getting a little heated. You go in for the Tellarite and get him interested in military history or something, and I'll come in and smooth the Andorian's antennae. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. :::moves in::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Yes, but the trick is to pick your sessions based on the best locations. William Chocox: True. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, you don't. ::Agreeing wholeheartedly.:: You're lucky he loves you enough to have come to me. Hunter Matheson: :::squeezes between the two:: Excuse me, sirs.... ::Andorian:: Sir, you look very familiar. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, there wasn't much more to say to that, as it was entirely accurate.:: Hunter Matheson: Andorian> :::glare::: Cptn Swain: He's always been there, you know. No matter how many times I pushed away or found a reason -- he's always been there. ::Smiles:: Hunter Matheson: Oh... wait... I know. I saw you down on Kalamari V last year. You're Sinta Inzar, Delegate to the Union! Hunter Matheson: ::glad he reads those weird magazines when they come through::: Tandaris Admiran: For example, one of my sessions will finish just before opening time of this delightful little club with the most intriguing dancing. Hunter Matheson: Inzar> ::skeptical:: And you are? William Chocox: I don't need details sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And yet you keep stepping on his feelings. ::She looked away with a slight sigh, feeling more sorry for Arden than angry at Swain.:: We seriously need to talk about your future on this ship. Hunter Matheson: Matheson, sir. Master Gunnery Sergeant Matheson, sir. I am honored to make your acquaintance. ::straightup Marine attention::: Cptn Swain: ::Takes another drink:: The last time I brought that up you punched me. Irene Mincine: :: Irene offers Arden one of those little sandwiches with a toothpick from a tray, as well. :: "I... hmm..." :: She's watching the marine and the Andorian, from a distance. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Are you attending any sessions? Or are you going to spend all your time working on that little project of yours? William Chocox: Little of Column A, a little of Column B. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::takes the offered sandwich:: I love these. Risan food is excellent. I was station at Starbase 12 for a couple years and it's just a hop skip and jump, so we'd come here a lot on long weekends. William Chocox: I suppose I should try to mix in "fun" every so often. Hunter Matheson: ::doesn't let him get a word in edgewise as he gently maneuvers the Andorian toward the smorgasbord::: How about something to eat, sir? Drink? ::glances over the Andorian's shoulder::: Tandaris Admiran: You're more than welcome to come to the session tomorrow on the application of Klingon political science to current tensions in the Borathi Kantella trade wars. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is also eating a sandwich, careful to keep any off her dress uniform. :: "I didn't leave Proxima before I joined Starfleet. Risa seems pretty nice." Hunter Matheson: Inzar> ::Mutters something about overzealous Starfleet personnel but is delighted to see the food::: Sulia Link: ::Making her entrance, dressed to the hilt in the latest, very tasteful, Arbazan fashion:: William Chocox: Sounds riveting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yea, well, you caught me off guard. It felt like a betrayal of the highest order. Like we braved untold dangers and put our own careers on the line to save you, but you really didn't need saving and aren't even going to stick around so I can be mad at you for a long time. Cptn Swain: I said I was thinking about retiring. I've been thinking about retiring since the Dominion War. ::He sighed:: But it was a poor choice of timing. Hunter Matheson: ::and Inzar seems engrossed by the food, so he works himself away:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Taking another drink, watching others from a quiet corner of the reception :: Hunter Matheson: ::and decides that going to a delegate reception in full dress isn't exactly the thing to do next time::: Cptn Swain: And for the record... I did appreciate your backup. If you hadn't come... well I feel pretty certain we would have either been left to rot in the LMC or I would have been a prisoner of the Tal'Shiar. Sulia Link: ::Frowns almost immediately as she enters. Everything was ... wrong. The music. The food. The flowers. The... waiters. Gods be good she was going to have someone's hide for this.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Poor timing, indeed. ::Her frown only deepened as their guest arrived.:: Here comes the explosion. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slightly pleased with herself.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene notices the frowning guest of honor. :: "Sir..." :: She says quietly, nudging Arden and gesturing to her. :: Rhan K'hal: :: notes that the Tellarite was so surprised at having the Andorian he was arguing with stolen out from under him, has had the wind blown out of his sails and is just frowning into his drink - turns around and just shakes his head :: I know I speak perfect Standard. Hunter Matheson: ::weaves his way out of the delegates and into more familiar surroundings::: Rhan K'hal: :: sees Link enter :: Oh dear, that's the "Bomb Romulus" face. Hunter Matheson: :::finally finding Rhan and is close enough to hear his comment::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Madame Secretary! ::She moved to greet their diva.:: A pleasure to see you again. Might I introduce you to our Captain, Asher Swain? Hunter Matheson: :::and turns toward the Bomb::: Hunter Matheson: ::on his way by Rhan:: (w) Mission accomplished, sir. ::and moves on::: Rhan K'hal: :: hums something along the lines of agreement :: Sulia Link: ::Storms past several guests and directly towards Hawthorne and Swain, though she completely ignored Hawthorne:: CAPTAIN SWAIN! I see you finally decided to show your face. I don't know what this whole nonsense was about leave of absence, but you have some explaining to do. Your... your first officer ::again pretending Miranda wasn't there:: and that... that mangy Caitian ninkenpoop you call an operations officer have *ruined* this reception! I gave extremely clear directions that were to be followed to the exact letter! Do you have any idea... Hunter Matheson: ::can't help hearing the bomb do her bombing::: (w) Crap. Rhan K'hal: :: crosses his arms at the "mangy Caitian ninkenpoop" bit, mutters "forget what I thought earlier, please DO use your knuckles, Commander." :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was doing her best to make herself invisible. :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Like I said. Murder. Prevention. ::takes a sip of his drink and watches with amusement:: William Chocox: Shall I head to Engineering? Hunter Matheson: :::nodnodnod to Cho::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a step back from the diva's wrath, trying to look contrary and failing miserably. Tilting to look at Swain, she smiled broadly.:: Cptn Swain: ::Clears his throat just loud enough to get her attention, and no doubt anyone else:: Madame Secretary, It is an honor to meet you I've heard... so much about you, I will give you a tiny bit of free advice that I can't believe someone hasn't given you yet. First, if you don't want the whole room to know somethings screwed up, don't yell. Fake it till you make it. Second, Commander Hawthorn and Mister K'hal are two of the finest officers I have ever had the pleasure of serving with and I would strongly suggest you avoid using such disparaging and frankly racist language to describe them or any member of my crew again. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: And miss the fun? William Chocox: See, that's the dilemma. Irene Mincine: :: Irene whispers to Arden, stifling laughter at Swain's response. :: "Sometimes it's nice being an ensign..." Cptn Swain: While you are a guest aboard this ship, I will note that you are not a full ambassador and thusly have no actual command authority here, so I advise you sit back get a drink and enjoy the rest of the evening, Madame Secretary. Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting a bit of a buzz from the back of the room :: Sulia Link: ::Blinks, not exactly sure what to say:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::to Irene:: He does have his moments, Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> At Miranda's cue, the band resumed playing a distinctly Risan melody. Sulia Link: ::Clears her throat again, patting down her dress:: Well then, Captain, have a good evening. I think I shall retire for the night. Indaura Ryssan: :: Remembers this song :: Cptn Swain: ::Wait for Link to get out of ear shot:: I think I need another drink. Rhan K'hal: Well, that'll be trending on InstaHologram in ten minutes. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She shot Swain a glance.:: That was almost worth the trouble you put us through. Hunter Matheson: ::lets out a breath he was holding::: William Chocox: Well, that was disappointing all in all. Hunter Matheson: ::Cho:: So, you *wanted* the fireworks? Irene Mincine: "That was fast..." :: Once Link left. :: She finished her green drink. :: Cptn Swain: Can't retire if they fire you. ::pats his temple with one finger:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::on his second drink:: Mmhmm Tandaris Admiran: ((Been there, tried that, didn't stick)) Rhan K'hal: :: not particularly happy after being manipulated by Miranda for this, then insulted by Link on top of it, stiffly exits the room :: Cptn Swain: But in all seriousness, Miranda, you should come have dinner with Arden and I at the Lagoon tomorrow. Arden is insisting on cooking and we can talk about... things. William Chocox: I would've provided them. William Chocox: But you didn't hear that from me. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her lips twitched.:: Fine, but only because Arden is cooking. Tandaris Admiran: ::Matheson:: It isn't really a vacation on Risa until the first murder! Cptn Swain: Issaha>::waiting outside, he didn't really like the Risan jazz:: Hey, Mister K'hal! Hunter Matheson: ::cho:: Copy that, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Murder, sir? Hunter Matheson: No wonder the Corps doesn't allow liberty on Risa. Rhan K'hal: :: narrows his eyes :: El'Arrain N'Dak, is there something I can do for you? William Chocox: A good murder mystery can keep the mind sharp. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Smiles, warmly:: You can come down to the planet with me and help me find a good place to watch the sunset with a relaxing drink. The reception was really lovely, but the Risan Jazz does something to my ears ::smiles:: Hunter Matheson: ::just stares:: Cptn Swain: << Two minute warning, thanks for going over tonight >> Rhan K'hal: Getting off this gods-damned ship and getting drunk sounds great, I don't really care where the sun is. Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: He'll be delighted. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::grins:: Point the way to the transporter room, then. William Chocox: You've never pretended to be Sherlock Holmes on the holodeck Gunny? Irene Mincine: "I'm definitely going down to the planet after this reception..." :: Irene said no to a refill on her drink. :: Rhan K'hal: I can do better than that. :: pulls out his padd, tap tap tappity tap, and away shimmer the large-eared ones :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: :::slides slowly toward the entrance, picking up his cover on the way, holding it under his left arm and making for the lift::: Hunter Matheson: ::whew::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0902.2018 Excalibur is in orbit of Risa where the crew has been participating in the opening days of a conference for candidate worlds for Federation Membership, while also playing host to former Federation Defense Secretary, Sulia Link. As we pick up, Excalibur is hosting the opening night reception for the delegation. Dress attire is formal, but i am told the food is good and the servers will be Risan, against the request of our VIP, so feel free to participate in the reception or enjoy the Risan suns setting on a beach with a fruity drink.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: While Captain Swain remains on, essentially, administrative leave, the Excalibur has been assigned to transport former Federation Defense Secretary Sulia Link to Risa to participate in a summit of potential Federation members. The Secretary has offered to arrange for members of the Excalibur to participate in sessions relevant to their interests. We pick up en route to Risa. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in his office on deck 4, reviewing the paddwork for the various projects going on :: William Chocox: is working on his project in Engineering:: Maryse Dubois: ::In her office in sickbay. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is working on her exobiology report on the cats in one of the science labs. :: Cptn Swain: ::In his quarters, enjoying a nice delightful cup of tea while Arden reads a book:: Secretary Sulia Link: ::On her way to the bridge, frowning at the security escort that was accompanying her.:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, doing his thing::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With their VIP momentarily placated, Miranda was back on the bridge, reviewing the repair completions that had been done on the Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out into sickbay, looking for Indaura.:: Rhan K'hal: :: using his PADD-XL to prowl-work on the bridge - who needs a standing desk when you can just take your desk with you? :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Reading a medical journal :: Maryse Dubois: ::Leans on the desk Indaura is sitting at.:: Good read? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Practically bounces into the science labs:: Irene Mincine: :: The door to lab 3 slides open and Irene pokes her head out, making sure no Romulans are going to intercept her. She heads toward the offices with a PADD. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Her quarters were small, just the way she liked it. :: Hakran K'hal: :: watches Issaha bouncing through his open office door :: You're energetic today, El'Arrain. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Jolan tru! Indaura Ryssan: A medical journal from Denobula Secretary Sulia Link: ::Exit onto the bridge, Butch the security escort in tow:: Hunter Matheson: :::making notes of the changes that shouted "new and improved"::: Indaura Ryssan: There's a 30 part series I should finish, but I got off track a while back. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters to himself:: Yeah, right. New maybe, but not improved. Rhan K'hal: :: glances up. mentally grimaces :: Greetings, Madame Secretary. How can we help you? William Chocox: (m) A twist here, a turn there. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Sounds interesting. Reading is a nice relaxing activity. And speaking of relaxing... ::Shows a PADD.:: Since we will be on Risa, there is a possible chance for leave. Maryse Dubois: I was planning on putting you and the rest of the staff on some well-deserved time off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She repressed a groan, hearing Rhan's greeting, and rose from her chair, turning to their guest.:: Ah, welcome to the bridge. I trust you are settling in well? Irene Mincine: :: Irene stops in her tracks, deflated. :: "Oh, uh... hello..." :: She quickly continues to Hakran's office. :: "Sir, I've completed this report on the cats. I was thinking of submitting it to the exobiology journal." Secretary Sulia Link: Your sonic showers could use an adjustment, but otherwise yes. I'll be sure to thank the Captain for his generosity, if he ever shows up. ::She frowned:: And thank for the security escort. He's almost useful. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::bounces over to the office as well:: Oh the cat-creatures! They seem very friendly. Hakran K'hal: Hello, Irene. I'm sure it'll be a great addition to the journal. Though you might want to let me proofread it before you send it off, since I have to read it anyway. :: smiles :: Indaura Ryssan: oh? Maryse Dubois: I also heard there will be some numerous debate sessions that Secretary Link was allowing some of us to attend. So if there is one you would like to see, let me know. Indaura Ryssan: I will. What about you? Rhan K'hal: :: makes a note about the sonic shower, sends it down to Engineering :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I think there are a couple I might be interested in attending. Irene Mincine: "That's why it's on this PADD here." :: She hands it over to Hakran, then smiles to Issaha, since that was a topic she liked. :: "Yes! They were very helpful on our last mission and they love just about everyone they come across." Secretary Sulia Link: ::She adjusted her hair, which was a series curls piled in a beehive formation:: I have made arrangements for your officers to have access to the conference schedule. Have them be sure to register for the sessions they would like to attend. I am also told there will be a few additional worlds in attendance, including a delegation from Bajor. William Chocox: sees the communique from Rhan and sends one back:: Will look into it. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the PADD, gives it a quick glance and moves it to the top of his pile, then resumes keeping an eye on his colleagues :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> So I heard. It is likely lucky a Lloann'an discovered them and na a Rihannsu vessel. ::frowns:: Hakran K'hal: The possibility of live dissection or the possibility of being dinner? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Captain is off duty for the time being, so feel free to forward any requests to me. We shall be arriving at Risa shortly, in any case. ::She nodded.:: My thanks for the conference plans. We've been sent a full roster of delegates. Would you like operations to forward to your quarters? Hunter Matheson: :::finally realizes that there is someone new on the bridge. His eyes flick in that direction, then he returns to what he was doing 'cause there's a lot of fixin to do to the "improvements" they made to HIS helm.. silent grumble::: Rhan K'hal: :: glance up :: It'll be transferred within a half hour, I'm having some of the yeomen from AdComm work on dossiers for the known individuals. Irene Mincine: :: She nods, frowning as well. :: "Yeah, probably for the best... think the radiation's still messing with my universal translator." :: She coughed, then looked back at Hakran's big pile of PADDs. "Uh, that's all I had, lieutenant. Unless you had another assignment for me." Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she gets off the desk.:: Anyways, I just wanted to let you know. I'll let you get back to reading. Secretary Sulia Link: That would be acceptable. Oh, and one more matter Commander. Since you're apparently in charge. I went ahead and took the liberty of accepting the offer to host a formal reception on the opening night of the conference aboard your ship. Some exclusive resort offered, but why would anyone want to spend more time than required on Risa. I'm sure your crew can handle a reception for a few hundred delegates. Rhan K'hal: :: ear twist :: Hunter Matheson: ::stops, hearing that:::wants to gag::: Secretary Sulia Link: I'll be sure to forward the information to you. I assume you can handle all the setup details? Maryse Dubois: :;Has a strange feeling something bad just happened. Gets a little shiver.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled through gritted teeth.:: Of course! That would be no problem. We host such events all the time. ::She clenched her fist, which made her wince as pain shot through her hand.:: Hunter Matheson: ::coughs, clears his throat and carries on::: Hakran K'hal: With all this delegation cr... stuff going on, I think we all need to work on our diplomatic chops. I've had Rhan reserve us a holodeck. Why don't you, Issaha, and anyone else that's not on active study head down and go through the course. Maryse Dubois: ::Heads for the exit, hopping onto the next lift.:: Lab 3. Indaura Ryssan: You alright Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Before she hits the exit, looks back.:: I think so. Just a slight chill. Rhan K'hal: :: will not hiss at the VIP, will not hiss at the VIP :: Secretary Sulia Link: Well, I trust you won't screw it up too badly. I am sure you'll manage without making an intergalactic incident that makes both you and Excalibur look bad. ::smiles:::Well, I have a few more communiques to take care of before the conference. Have a lovely morning Commander. ::Turns towards the lift, Butch in tow:: Hunter Matheson: ::makes notes... checks...makes notes... puts aside the padd and begins to reconfigure what they un-configured re: settings, maneuvers, etc::: Maryse Dubois: ::Eventually steps into Lab 3, looking around.:: Rhan K'hal: :: watches Sulia and Butch enter the lift, waits for the lift doors to close :: Irene Mincine: :: She stiffened when he mentioned going to the holodeck with Issaha. :: "Sir... I... yes. That sounds like a good idea." :: As long as I can find a third person to accompany us, she thought. :: "By the way, I'm not clear on Romulan ranks. Where does an... El'Aurian? stand in comparison to us?" Maryse Dubois: ::Finds them all in the back office, rings the chime.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Lets out a breath as soon as the diva is gone and then groans.:: Honestly... even the diplomatic missions have to be a pain in the butt. ::She plopped down in her chair, one leg crossing over the other.:: Hakran K'hal: Enter Cptn Swain: Issaha> Oh! Lloann'na training programs! This will be a very good entry into my log. Though diplomacy is very fun! My mother is a diplo... Oh El'Arrain is like ::tips head:: Centurion is close, but ::considers:: Senior Lieutenant, is closer. Rhan K'hal: :: glances at Hawthorne :: I can have the entire thing catered and staffed by Risians. Maryse Dubois: ::Slips into the office, greeting everyone.:: Ah, hope I'm not interrupting anything? Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes, knowing she's gone, and swivels in his seat::: Can I get you something, Commander? Water? A toddy? Scotch, neat? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Rhan gets a note from Link with instructions, noting the event is to be as unRisan as possible. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. ::She pointed at Rhan.:: That... exactly that. Hunter Matheson: ::shrugs:: Couple aspirin to go with? Cptn Swain: ACTION> It also includes a list of incredibly specific dietary requirements for the food, as well as floral arrangement suggestions. It's very extensive. Rhan K'hal: :: reads the note, doesn't care if he's on the bridge record or not, swears a blue streak :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smirked at Matheson.:: I'm not *that* stressed out, but thanks for the offer. Hakran K'hal: It's between our Lieutenant and Lt Commander, Irene. Hakran K'hal: And hello, Doctor. We're just bouncing off walls. Hunter Matheson: Any time, ma'am. I just figured you were as stressed as I was just being close to her. You know, trying to look inconspicuous? Maryse Dubois: Oh? ::Looking between the two.:: I hope I don't have to set anymore bones. ::Looks to Issaha.:: How's the jaw? Cptn Swain: ACTION> A further note indicates all food should be real with as little replication as possible, with an entire screed against Replicated food. Irene Mincine: "Oh. He really outranks me, then..." :: Irene exhaled when Maryse entered. Saved! :: "Hi! Lt. K'hal was just suggesting that taking the diplomatic refresher course on the holodeck might be a good idea for us." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::blushes light green:: It is fine. I did na even feel it this morning. Rhan K'hal: :: flat ears, showing teeth, tail whapping around violently :: Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles at Irene.:: Sounds like a great idea, since we'll be going into a diplomatic situation. ::Nods to Issaha.:: Let me know if it feels off. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What is it, K'hal? ::Noting Rhan's agitation.:: Rhan K'hal: Just... ARGH :: hands Miranda the PADD with the bad news :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets off her book and goes out into the sickbay proper :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I did a semester long internship at the Retor on Qo'Nos! My mother was ambassador there. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the padd and snorted.:: Yea, well, I don't care what *she* wants. You cater it and have the Risans wear something un-Risan. We can get all the food and flowers from the planet. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles :: And how did your internship go? Irene Mincine: :: She let the subject of Issaha's jaw drop. :: "My mother's worked at the Klingon consulate on Proxima II for a long time, as well." Rhan K'hal: Let any and all applicable saints, holy people, and deities smile upon you, Commander. Hunter Matheson: ::as he continues to work, he could sure use a beer right about now::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It went well! I mean unless you count the incident with Councilor DurAj ::blushes:: Which really was not my fault. I swear. Rhan K'hal: :: much more happily goes back into his padd, pulling up Risian Yelp :: Maryse Dubois: So...you both have some diplomatic ties then. ::And she wonders why fists we used. She looks to Hakran.:: Did you tell them about the sessions we are being invited to? Cptn Swain: Issaha> I mean it was sort of a misunderstanding. His daughter and I hadn't even... you know... when walked in on us. ::sighs:: Hakran K'hal: Not yet, I was awaiting confirmation from Rhan or other official channels. Didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She handed the padd back.:: She's not in charge of this ship. I may let her use it for her reception, but I'm not really concerned with her opinion of the Excalibur. Hunter Matheson: ::he looks up, wondering if they'd have beer at the reception... you know... good beer. really good beer. then he shakes it off and goes back to work::: Irene Mincine: "I don't think she told me about that incident..." :: She grinned. :: Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Hey, Tork? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Yeah? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Oh, I was a little sidetracked. I came down to see how the kittens were doing. Hunter Matheson: You got evasive maneuver Charlie Foxtrot 3 coming up on your console? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Uh... lemme check.... Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::puts his padd aside and digs into his system:: Uh... nope. It's gone. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters :: If anyone's likely to cause a diplomatic flap, it'll be the hawkish, hard to please ex-defense secretary. Cptn Swain: (( Are you sure about that? lol )) Hunter Matheson: :::blows out a disgusted breath:: I think they took most of that off. It's a conspiracy. Rhan K'hal: :: settles into a console so he can multi-task :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene beams! :: "They're doing great, doctor. They're perfectly adapted for space travel." :: And then gave Hakran a quizzical look. :: "Hopes about what, sir?" Maryse Dubois: That's great to hear. Rhan K'hal: :: gets the list of things people can do on planet, sends them out shipwide with the proper RSVP channels :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> But didn't you have all that in backup? Rhan K'hal: :: views menus on the other screen :: Hunter Matheson: Yeah. It's in my quarters. Hakran K'hal: Ah, speaking of which... Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the incoming message :: Hunter Matheson: ::looks up at the screen.... food?::: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a beep on her PADD, checks.:: And here we are. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'hal, make certain that incoming guests are screened and escorted when they arrive. I don't want any incidents... Hakran K'hal: All sorts of various conference talks and things available for us to do. Hunter Matheson: ::forgets about helm and looks at Rhan, then to the menu, and back to Rhan::: Irene Mincine: "Oh! Of course." :: Irene was PADDless, the one she carried was now on Hakran's desk. :: "I can't wait to arrive." Maryse Dubois: Huh...Looks like we are hosting a reception. William Chocox: looks into the sonic shower situation:: Rhan K'hal: With your permission, I'll have the marines handle that one too. Augustin is still trying to get his new people put together, and seeing the detachment out and about seems to give Suilia a little thrill. Cptn Swain: ::Happily enjoying tea, looking at a list of places for he and Arden to spend their time on Risa. So far they were considering the Regent's Lagoon, Suraya Bay, Hanotis Harbor or Talamanm Springs.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Yes. ::She sighed again.:: As much as I dislike the idea, issue orders for dress uniforms for anyone attending the reception. Hunter Matheson: ::aw darn.. marines handle...::: Rhan K'hal: Of course. Hunter Matheson: ::I knew it.. I knew it::::headdesk::: Hakran K'hal: :: makes the dress-uniform addendum to the schedule :: Rhan K'hal: :: does that :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Aw, hell naw! Swain is not going on a relaxing vacation with your husband after what he pulled. )) Hunter Matheson: ::wait... for anyone attending...right:: Irene Mincine: "Risa is a big planet. Big enough for us to... do different things." :: Looks at Issaha. :: Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Maryse, nods to the door :: Maryse Dubois: Oh goody, dress uniform required... Think anyone would notice if the CMO didn't go? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::has also scheduled them for couples therapy sessions, without telling Swain.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have heard about Risa. ::Grins:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: But anyways. I'll let you lot have fun. ::Heads for the door.:: Hakran K'hal: So far I don't see anything about compulsory crew attendance. That may change. Irene Mincine: "Dress uniform? I haven't worn mine since my Academy graduation..." :: She muttered, then gave Issaha a look. :: "Don't you get any ideas." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Destorie -- my brother -- said it is a bourgeoisie construct. A monument to the decadence and immorality of the Federation. Hakran K'hal: :: follows Maryse out , shuts the door behind him :: I'll get those two to occupy the same space in peace even if I have to keep a transporter loop to sickbay. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Perks:: Ohh... I am glad I brought mine! I get to wear my fancy rank sash -- and my cape! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( No capes! )) Cptn Swain: (( Pride of the Romulan Navy! )) Irene Mincine: "Decadence? It's a monument to what our society's capable of." :: Great, now she was getting in philosophical debates with a Romulan! She was oblivious to everyone else leaving the room. Hakran K'hal: I'll show you to what was a dignified laboratory and is now a feline habitat. William Chocox: sees the message about dress uniforms:: (m) I hope the grease stains are out. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: I agree! Maryse Dubois: Young N'Dak can be a bit of a handful. Maryse Dubois: ::nods.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I have always wanted to see it! I have heard the water is almost as pretty as the shores of ch'Rihan. Cptn Swain: AND Hakran K'hal: :: keys into lab 5 :: Prepare to be mugged. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 0826.2018 While Captain Swain remains on, essentially, administrative leave, the Excalibur has been assigned to transport former Federation Defense Secretary Suilia Link to Risa to participate in a summit of potential Federation members. The Secretary has offered to arrange for members of the Excalibur to participate in sessions relevant to their interests. We pick up en route to Risa.
  8. SD 0819.2018 The crew has gotten a few much needed days of R&R aboard Starbase 39 Tango, and have received recall orders. Captain Swain remains on suspended status while a review continues by Sector Command.
  9. MISSION BRIEF: The crew has gotten a few much needed days of R&R aboard Starbase 39 Tango, and have received recall orders. Captain Swain remains on suspended status while a review continues by Sector Command. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stepped into view of Irene's cell, a frown upon her face.:: I heard you got into a bit of trouble, Ensign. Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, minding the store :: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge, keeping Rhan company for the moment.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Operations gets a note that a VIP of further unspecified origin will be boarding soon and that we should have someone at Airlock 5 to do a meet and greet. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is doing push-ups in her cell, as you do. :: "...22... 23... 24..." :: Hearing the commander, she gets up. She's wearing a gray brig-issue tank top. Irene figures that being as squared away as possible would be the best approach here. :: "Yes, sir." Rhan K'hal: :: checks the incoming :: Ugh. Indaura Ryssan: :: Down in medical folding towels :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at Rhan.:: What is it? Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, checking out the baggage that might have been installed while they were gone in the old rustbucket::: William Chocox: ::is working down in Engineering Rhan K'hal: Incoming VIP. I need to send someone down to airlock 5. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She flexed her injured hand which had been wrapped up by station medical.:: Yes, well... we all have issues. ::She gestured to the brig guard, who deactivated the forcefield.:: As I understand your infraction was minor, you've been released for duty. Let's get your things and get back to the ship. Maryse Dubois: Hmm... Does it have to be someone in particular? I suppose I could go if I had to. Rhan K'hal: Doesn't give any info on the VIP. I suppose that would normally be my job, but we all know how diplomatic I am. :: mischievous grin :: Hunter Matheson: ::and is pleasantly surprised that it's actually in great shape::: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks as she stands.:: You said 5, right? Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Yep. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded... she hid a smile at being released, then eyed Miranda's wrapped hand. :: "Thank you, sir. May I ask... what happened to your hand?" :: She put her blue uniform jacket back on and left the cell to pick up her sidearm and other things from the guard. :: Maryse Dubois: You owe me. ::Heads to the Tl, stepping in.:: William Chocox: Computer, have we found Commander Admiran? Hakran K'hal: @ :: waiting in the lobby of the station holding area, looking grumpy as he waits his turn for Irene :: Rhan K'hal: Send me an invoice, you know I'm good for payment. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as the door closes.:: Airlock 5. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Accompanying Irene, she waited until the ensign had gotten her things before answering.:: I told you that we all have issues. This... this comes from me losing my temper and punching someone. Maryse Dubois: ::Hops off the lift and makes her way towards the airlock.:: Rhan K'hal: +Sickbay+ Bridge to Dr. Ryssan. Irene Mincine: "I see..." :: She figured that was why Miranda wasn't being as hard on her as she thought, but she wasn't going to say that out loud. Quietly, :: "I hope it wasn't anybody I care about..." :: She coughed. :: "I mean, uh, ready to go, Commander. Glad to get out of that cell." Apollo: Sulia> ::Waiting at the airlock, checking her hair in the reflection. They were late.:: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Ryssan here. Maryse Dubois: ::Arriving at the airlock, she spots an unfamiliar woman.:: Hello. I'm Dr. Dubois. Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ Just letting you know that Dr. Dubois is doing a meet and greet of a VIP since we're still low on staff. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: None of us enjoy spending time... in there. ::She threw Irene a half smirk.:: So, what are we going to do about this temper of yours? Maryse Dubois: ((I had a character that probably enjoyed it a little too much.)) Apollo: Sulia> ::Frowning, deeply:: A doctor? They sent the ship's doctor? ::Exhales:: Secretary Sulia Link, past Secretary of Defense ::pauses, looking Maryse over:: Secretary of Defense for the Federation, mind you. Not Arzaban. Anyway why isn't your Commanding officer or even your Executive officer here to greet me. Shouldn't they have a full honor guard? Is this what Starfleet has come to under the Bacco administration? ::Shakes her head:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged, following Miranda. :: "People have said that a lot. I take it you have an idea in mind, sir?" Rhan K'hal: :: works on some of the operations paperwork as the standard requisitions have been loaded aboard - being the duty watch officer at this point was like watching paint dry :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. Extensive holodeck time. How are you at hand to hand combat? ::Striding with purpose back to the ship.:: Hakran K'hal: :: magic-edits himself to his lab :: Hunter Matheson: ::paging through the station's engineering report re: helm::: Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Shall I join her? I'm on shift here now. Apollo: Sulia> :: Looks over at Maryse :: Well don't just stand there. Escort me to my quarters. I assume a full diplomatic suite is prepared. My luggage should be here. I swear nothing runs on time anymore. Hunter Matheson: ::padd in hand, he rocks back and hums, rocking the helm chair back and forth as he reads::: Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to eyeroll. Rhan owes her big time.:: My apologies, Ma'am. Our CO is unavailable at the moment, and our XO is dealing with a situation on station. If you'd like, I can inform them of your visit and you could wait for them to return. Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ That shouldn't be necessary, Doctor. Was just dropping you a courtesy call on her status. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Of course. This way. Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Understood. Hey, are you due for a physical soon? I'll check our records. Apollo: Sulia> ::Blinks:: What? Did no one... ::pauses:: Just take me to my quarters, then tell your oh so busy command team they can come see me at their leisure. ::the last part coming out in extremely sarcastic fashion:: Irene Mincine: "Hand to hand combat?" :: Irene lifted the side of her jacket and tank top, showing off a wicked scar on her side. :: "Bat'leth tournament at the Klingon embassy on Proxima during a cultural festival. I placed 3rd in the women's bracket. Only one who wasn't a full Klingon." Maryse Dubois: ::Sends Rhan a message with the name of the guest, and praying he has the suite ready.:: Rhan K'hal: +Ryssan+ I have no idea, Doctor. :: gets the comm from Maryse :: Excuse me, duty calls. K'hal out. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Another message comes in, this one looks like it’s time stamped from earlier in the day but must of gotten side tracked noting a diplomatic VIP would be coming aboard later this afternoon, further orders pending. Indaura Ryssan: Duty calls indeed... Maryse Dubois: ::Leading her guest to the TL. She stand on the opposite wall of the lift as it moves.:: Rhan K'hal: You've got to be kidding me. Meet Sulia Link, You'll Need a Drink is here? Rhan K'hal: :: now gets the orders in :: Oh, if only I had enough pips to kick someone's tail for this. Rhan K'hal: :: checks the status of the VIP suites :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Must have been a real fun day in station ops, another note comes in noting her, uh, luggage would be arriving. It appears to be enough to outfit a small army. Maryse Dubois: ::Feels like the lift is taking forever to get to the right floor.:: Apollo: Sulia> So... Doctor... what was your name again? Rhan K'hal: :: reads the next one - tail whip whip whip whip :: Maryse Dubois: Dubois, Maryse Dubois. I'm the Chief Medical Officer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded her admiration.:: Good. You're going to teach me. I know basic hand to hand, but I figured that fighting would be a good way to get out some aggression. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ :: via text "Scenic route, quarters not ready!" :: Apollo: Sulia> Ah I tried to talk my son into becoming a doctor, you know. But no, no, he wanted to be a scientist. ::Rolls her eyes:: Well one of them anyway. Xeno at least became a security officer. Rhan K'hal: :: starts shouting over the comm to the quartermasters office, and inputting urgent orders for the cargo handlers :: William Chocox: ::is working on his "special" project:: Rhan K'hal: :: at this point, the region behind his chair would be qualified as a navigation hazard as his tail lashes around :: Hunter Matheson: ::is working on his "special" project - reading what they did to helm::: Rhan K'hal: :: checks to see if Miranda is back on ship :: Apollo: Sulia> ::Wrinkles her nose:: How long is this lift going to take anyway? Is this more of President Bacco's neglect for the military at play again. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up and swivels toward Rhan::: Problem, sir? Rhan K'hal: You could say that, Gunny. Irene Mincine: "I'm going to teach... you?" :: Irene was quite surprised by that. :: "I don't know if I'm really a, you know, combat trainer, Commander. I'm just a scientist with martial arts training and anger issues. Don't we have a chief of security for that kind of thing?" Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to scream as she checks the message. She just nods as Sulia talks:: Both respectable positions. ::Pauses a moment.:: So, ma'am. You must be thirsty. Or perhaps you would like to view the ship first? Hunter Matheson: So... anything I can help you with? ::puts down his padd::: Hunter Matheson: ::chunking it under the helm console in its handy-dandy slot::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the route toward the airlock.:: Yea, but I don't want security. I don't want them laughing at me behind my back or not respecting me because I don't know how to throw a punch without fracturing three fingers. Apollo: Sulia> ::Gives her a stern look:: I will have to be sure to note the... disorganization of this ship to fleet command, but sure a drink would be lovely. All they had on the transport from Aleten was bloody Synthahol. Rhan K'hal: Grab a few of your Marine buddies, be armed, head to the VIP lift exit, and look military but officious. Rhan K'hal: Our VIP isn't a lightweight. Irene Mincine: "I understand, sir." :: Irene nods in agreement. Three fingers? Yikes. :: "I'd be glad to show you a thing or two." Maryse Dubois: ::Takes the lift to the Observation lounge deck, sending a message to Rhan.:: "Get something from Swain's reserve to the Ob lounge pronto!" Cptn Swain: << Hey! >> Hunter Matheson: ::sits there, staring::: Uh... you're serious, sir? Rhan K'hal: :: reads Maryse's message :: Ack. Hunter Matheson: So... someone has luggage - like a VIP? Maryse Dubois: Well we happen to have more than synthahol here. ::Opens the lift door, motioning for her to exit.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Walking up the ramp, she exited into the airlock and gave Irene a nod.:: I'll let you know when my hand is back to normal and we'll schedule something. You're released back to duty. Report to Mr. K'hal... the science one. Rhan K'hal: Yes, Gunny. Our visitor is former Secretary of Defense Link. She'll appreciate a marine line. Rhan K'hal: :: gets blipped as Miranda steps on board :: Hunter Matheson: ::::blink:: Holy... sh... seriously? Apollo: Sulia> ::Exits the lift, marginally mollified:: Oh, good. Rhan K'hal: +Miranda + Bridge to Commander Hawthorne, priority one. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Go ahead. Irene Mincine: :: Irene chuckled at that. :: "The science one, aye. I look forward to it." :: She asked the computer where Hakran was and made her way there. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Walking slowly with her towards the lounge. Trying to make an effort.:: So, ma'am, what brings you to our ship to begin with? Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Commander, we have a VIP that just came aboard. The orders were all FUBAR, I've got Dr. Dubois with her but... It's former secretary Link, Commander. She's headed to the observation lounge and wants some real liquor too, apparently. Indaura Ryssan: :: Cares little for VIPs in her line of work :: Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ I'm trying to get the quarters ready and find her damn luggage. Hunter Matheson: I got it, sir. :::scrambles a group to gear up, full dress, and meet in the docking area:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Rhan+ Did someone raid Swain's stash? He's got some good stuff tucked away in his ready room. I'll join them in the lounge. Thank for for handling the situation. Hunter Matheson: ::reply from MARDET Cptn Schaeffer is "Helm, say again."::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Strides off for the lift, heading for the observation lounge.:: Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ I hope it's not locked, I'll have it sent down. Hunter Matheson: ::quick explanation and it's done, 'cause Schaeffer is always looking for brownie points::: Rhan K'hal: :: strides over to the ready room, enters and looks for the stash :: Maryse Dubois: ::Opens the door to the Lounge.:: Please make yourself comfortable. This is one of the more relaxing locations on the ship. Hunter Matheson: ::in passing::: Got it covered, Sir. ::Rhan:: Maryse Dubois: The view is very nice when we are at warp as well. Rhan K'hal: :: being a sneaky sort, doesn't have much problem finding it, but not being much of a drinker can't figure out which might be the best so just grabs everything :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pours a couple glasses of ice water.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene rings the door to Hakran's lab, assuming he's still there. :: Apollo: Sulia> ::Eases in her glowering:: Well, it is a nice view. And whoever did the wood accents with the carpeting had a good eye for design. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods in agreement.:: I've felt that way too. Rhan K'hal: :: half runs out of the ready room, calls out his normal backup operations from the staff area and explains where and how fast :: Hakran K'hal: Enter Rhan K'hal: Ens Murray> :: orders the lift on emergency override to the observation lounge, whistles at the quality of the booze he's hauling :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Reviews their VIP's file as she heads up and steps out a moment later, following Maryse and Sulia into the observation lounge.:: Madame Secretary! Welcome aboard the Excalibur. I do apologize for the slight scheduling error. We were not informed of your change in schedule. I am Commander Miranda Hawthorne, Executive Officer and current commander of the ship. Hunter Matheson: :::through the magic of snaps and slaps, Kal is in his dress Corps and by the docking bay, along with the rest of the entourage, looking officious :::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops into the lab. :: "I'm out of the brig and back to duty! Commander Hawthorne told me to report in to you." Maryse Dubois: ::Relaxes as Miranda appears. "Oh thank god.":: Hakran K'hal: She sprang you from the pokey, did she? I was going to get you out sooner but she said the time might do you good. Hunter Matheson: ::without batting an eye they begin to haul luggage, on shoulders, marching like they're in some serious parade somewhere, except it's luggage::: Rhan K'hal: Ens Murray> :: springs out of the lift like fresh toast and gets the goods to the bar :: Apollo: Sulia> ::arches a brow, reading Miranda:: I see, Commander. Well, I suppose your... disorganization can be excused. I assume, based on ::waves hands:: my welcome and lack of how shall we say preparedness on your part that no one has bothered to give you your orders? Hunter Matheson: ::and their cadence isn't exactly what fits Excal, but it works::: Maryse Dubois: ::Sees Murray arrive and place the goods on the table.:: Thank you, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: As promised, ma'am. ::Lines up the bottles for her viewing.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not as of yet. ::She confessed.:: We were told that we'd be taking you for transport, but not our ultimate destination. Would you care to enlighten us? Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ :: text "Quarters ready, marines hauling luggage. Cdr H should be there by now. Sry, didn't know who" :: Hunter Matheson: ::marching:: Secretary of Defense come on out! We want to hear you wheeze and pass, New cadence caller starts with, Wheeze and pass out, What’s that all about, I run for days, Many different ways, I run in the snow, Let that wind blow, If it starts to rain, I dig for more pain, You can’t stop me, I’m not the Army, I won’t get lazy, I’m not the Navy, Why you puffin on air this ain’t the Air Force, We always ask for more, Cause we’re MARINE CORPS! Apollo: Sulia> ::A particular bottle caught her eye and she made her way to the bar helping herself:: I must say, I am surprised you have this just laying around. Rather impressive. ::Begins pouring a thick, blue liquid into a glass:: Hunter Matheson: Then... Hunter Matheson: Baby Marine C130 C130 rollin down the strip. 64 marines on a killin trip. Mission classified destination unknown, don’t even know if we’re comin home Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door, Jump right out and shout MARINE CORPS. Maryse Dubois: ::Replies "Hawthorne just arrives, along with booze. Sec Def seems please for the moment.":: Irene Mincine: "Thanks for trying, anyway. Three days isn't so bad." :: Irene shrugged. :: "I hope the cats didn't miss me too much." Hunter Matheson: Jumpmaster picked me up with ease, and kicked my ass into the breeze. If my chute don’t open wide. I have a reserve by my side. If that one should fail me too. Look out hell I’m comin through. Kick ol’ Satan in the chest. And put his ass in the leanin rest. Hunter Matheson: ::and they arrive at the VIP quarters::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ah, this is part of our Captain's special reserve. He very much wanted you to help yourself to any of his fine selection. Perhaps you'd like one of these for your room, as well. Hakran K'hal: Rhan and Dr. Dubois kept them company when they wanted it. Otherwise... they're cats. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Captain Swain is *very* generous. Hakran K'hal: So. Has Miranda handled all the discipline issues? Because I really don't want to. :: chuckles :: Apollo: Sulia> That would be lovely. It’s very expensive and hard to find you know. I think they only made 100 bottles of this vintage. Hunter Matheson: ::Kal steps to the door and chimes::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she looks to both Miranda and Sulia.:: If there is nothing more, I'll take my leave? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smiled as she flexed her hand.:: Oh, then you should definitely take that one as his personal gift to you. Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Irene Mincine: "They are pretty self-sufficient, yeah." :: Irene grins when Hakran mentions the discipline issues. :: "Yeah. I'm going to spend some time with her on the holodeck." Apollo: Sulia> ::Turning to Hawthorne:: Your orders, when someone in this ... ::pauses:: wonderful sector bothers to relay them to you are to escort me to a conference on Risa between several perspective Federation members. Hunter Matheson: ::chimes again:: Cptn Swain: << 5 minute warning before she gives away any more of my booze >> Hakran K'hal: That should do you some good. Just don't break her. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Thank you for your help, Doctor. I shall escort the Secretary to her quarters. ::Glances back to Sulia, one brow arched.:: Risa? How wonderful. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as she exits, heading back to the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: Crewman Guap> :: the Andorian pokes his head out of the door :: Geez, what has the VIP got in there that needs a marine escort? Anyway, we're almost done, you can pile the stuff in as usual. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughs and laughs. :: "I'll do my best. I think breaking a commander is something they'll *really* lock me away for." Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives a few minutes later, sitting by Rhan.:: Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir! ::they pile it in as told:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Are you serving as part of the Ambassadorial delegation? Maryse Dubois: So...want to go to Risa? Rhan K'hal: :: is trying to flatten his hair from where he was trying to pull it out a few minutes ago, looks over at Maryse and smiles with his usual sparkle :: I figured you'd ask for a higher price than that. Hakran K'hal: :: laughs :: Indeed. Hunter Matheson: ::neatly packed, gently placed, best of the Corps at your door!::: Hakran K'hal: Okay, since you've been cleared for duty and I have no idea what we're doing yet, continue your personal projects, send in your daily log as usual. Apollo: Sulia> ::Nods:: I will be leading the delegation on behalf of the Federation Council, much to President Bacco's chagrin I am sure. The conference will primarily be covering the various perspective members security needs once they join the Federation. I think, between you and I, she tasked me with this so I wouldn't be able to comment on the first Presidential debates. Hunter Matheson: ::collective attention, dramatic salute, about face, and they march back::: Maryse Dubois: Oh no, that's not my price. ::Grins.:: We're heading there anyways. Playing escort for the former Madame Secretary. Maryse Dubois: I heard that part before I left. Rhan K'hal: Oh good grief, we're taking that… that… that… to RISA? Apollo: Sulia> There will also be several side meetings on their various medical, scientific, engineering meetings. I am sure your crew would be more than welcome to participate. ::Taking another drink of the blue liquid:: I am sure it could be arranged anyway. Irene Mincine: "Still no orders? OK. I'm preparing an exobiology report on the cats at the moment. I'll get back to that once I'm settled back in." Hunter Matheson: ::enters the bridge in his dress uniform::: Cptn Swain: << And y'all say I don't love you. >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She smirked.:: Yes, I am certain that several aboard would enjoy that. Hakran K'hal: Sounds good. I'll let you know when I know, which could be never. Cptn Swain: << and... >>> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Not to mention other activities on Risa.:: Maryse Dubois: What's he all dressed up for? ::Pointing at Hunter.:: Cptn Swain: ..and... Rhan K'hal: He felt spiffy? Hunter Matheson: ::snaps to:: Our VIP, ma'am. Maryse Dubois: ::facepalms:: Hunter Matheson: The best for the best. Always. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, along with the Lugh in tow, is nearing Starbase 39 Tango, following the safe return of Captain Swain and our adventure to locate him. He has, however, not returned to active duty -- pending an internal review of the incident by sector command. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::on Excalibur preparing to dock?:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her office, though not on duty at the moment.:: William Chocox: ::is in Engineering working on a "project":: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is finishing setting up a spare exobiology lab storeroom as a home for the kitties. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in the command chair, where she'd been since they'd arrived back on Excalibur. It felt good to be back on their proper ship.:: Hunter Matheson: ::patting the helm console, loving it mostly cause he doesn't have pieces of ceiling falling from above::: Hunter Matheson: Closing on Starbase three-niner Tango, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good, Matheson. Send out all the usual notices and request a docking berth. Have the Lugh collected and sent back to the shipyards. Indaura Ryssan: :: In her quarters :: Hunter Matheson: ::tap... tap:: Sending out notices, docking berth requested, and.... ::taps:: Luge collection will be under way as soon as we are in range, ma'am. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Bummed he missed all the excitement. Why didn't anyone invite him along! He also wondered if Arden had murdered the Captain yet. He hadn't seen him since they'd returned. Frowning he leaned back in his chair in the main lab science lab area that passed as a sort of general office.:: Hunter Matheson: Dropping from warp. Entering corridor for approach. Luge is ready for pickup. ::more than a little satisfaction now that he's back with Excal, so he's pretty lighthearted. The only thing that would make him more lighthearted would be an ice cold beer::: Irene Mincine: "OK... the cats are secure." :: Irene stepped out of the storeroom and into the lab hall, leaving the cats well-fed and happy. She's already started on an exobiology report on them and is feeling pretty proud of herself. She stuck a label on the door that said to please be careful when opening the door. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Turns hearing someone, does not recognize the half-klingon woman:: Oh.. um... hello! Cptn Swain: ::Asher exited the lift as the Excalibur dropped from warp. He was wearing civies, and for a change was clean shaven. Not to mention his hair was cut back in a neat crop. Possibly the first time he'd donned such a hair cut during Excalibur -- even with his Janeway like changing hair. He skirted along the edges, heading straight for the ready room.:: Hunter Matheson: Luge is picked up...er... dragged off is more like it. We are in corridor, going to half impulse. Must be the 5pm rush. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was startled, not recognizing Issaha either. She went from proud to alarmed in a second. :: "Hello... are you supposed to be here?" :: She figured if a Romulan hadn't zapped her already, she might as well ask. :: Hunter Matheson: Heh... they were waiting for us. Moving into dock... berth 17B. William Chocox: Alright, a twist here, and a turn there... ::keeps working:: Hunter Matheson: Cutting to one quarter impulse, and sliding in. Indaura Ryssan: :: Writing to her family :: Hunter Matheson: And we... are... docked. Clamps engaged. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Grinning:: Ie -- err yes -- er Hija? I think that's the Klingoneese? I am a little rusty. I don't get to use it much. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda's eyes cut sideways, seeing that blur of motion as Swain tried to sneak past. Her frown deepened and her eyes narrowed.:: Very good. Once we're docked, sound leave for all non-essential crew and request leave schedules from department heads. I don't know how long we'll be here, so they should enjoy it while they can. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am El'Arrain Issaha N'Dak -- I don't think we've met yet, Erien-- I mean Ensign? Hunter Matheson: Powering down. We are now on station power and communications. ::a slight whine signals a solid mooring. Cptn Swain: d'Aubugine> ::enters engineering with a frown:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her seat.:: Once we're docked, have someone take over stationkeeping, Matheson. And go get yourself some well deserved leave. Hunter Matheson: ::nods as he works:: Yes, ma'am. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. What in the world is a *Romulan* doing on this ship? :: "Irene Mincine. Planetary sciences." :: She looked like a combination of uneasy and unhappy to be near her. :: "Just stay out of my way and we'll get along. If we have to." William Chocox: ::looks up as he hears the doors open and shoves his project under some of the general detritus his work station had. William Chocox: :: William Chocox: Can I help you? Maryse Dubois: ::Sends a message out to staff, notifying them of their leave schedule.:: Hunter Matheson: +All Hands+ Now hear this. Docking is complete at Starbase three nine Tango. All non-essential personnel crew may request leave schedules from their department heads. How long we will be here is up for grabs, so enjoy it while you can. That is all. Maryse Dubois: ((Oh gods, he is making another bomb.)) Cptn Swain: dA> ::Frowns at Will:: I am assuming your spotted menace of a boss is hiding? William Chocox: ((That is libel and slander and lies. :P )) William Chocox: ::d'A:: I can't say that I have seen him recently sir. Is there anything I could help you with? Hunter Matheson: Station power is engaged. Powering down. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Striding to the ready room, she entered without chiming -- it was *her* ready room for the time being -- and she stood just inside the door as it closed behind her. Her hand reached for the mechanism, locking the door.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Brightens:: Planetary sciences! How exciting. That's my next rotation. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I am an exchange officer -- well sort of. I am mostly here laying low you know but -- uh -- I guess you're new to Excalibur too so you missed all that stuff. Which I guess is good but uh -- I've saifd too much anyway and... wait where did you go. Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishing up her correspondence :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Pouts:: Hunter Matheson: ::sitting at helm, finishing up his flight report::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene certainly did not look happy about that being Issaha's next rotation. :: "I think I'll need to talk to Lt. K'hal about the leave schedule... and the planetary sciences department..." :: When he started going on and on, she tried to stop him. :: "Yes. New to Excalibur. Certainly didn't know anything about a Romulan on board..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda's gaze bored into Swain.:: You and I have some things to discuss... Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::logs off his station. He liked Klingons -- much to his brothers constant annoyance. They were fun! Especially their weddings!:: I mean I don't think they put me a brochure or anything. They could. I have a very good holopic face in my opinion. I was on the cover of Sexy Rihan Male once you know. William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: I could always have the computer try to find him. Cptn Swain: d'A> I tried. ::Glowers:: William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: Have you checked his office? Cptn Swain: Message deleted by Cptn Swain Cptn Swain: d'A> And his lab. And his quarters. And the cargo bay where he thinks no one knows he found a crate of some kind of godforsaken liquor the previous Captain -- that Corizon guy -- left behind. Cptn Swain: 2561 Cptn Swain: ::Turns around, book in hand:: Oh -- hi. William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: Checked the shuttle bay? Cptn Swain: d'A> ::glowers:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene leaned against a bulkhead. :: "Sexy Rihan Male, huh? :: She laughed pretty hard at that. :: "Let me guess. Exchange officer, here to steal everything that's not nailed down and mail it back to Romulus. Right?" :: She definitely didn't like Romulans, but couldn't deny that their habit of verbal diarrhea was fun to strike back at. :: William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: It wasn't listed in your list of places you'd checked. I'm not covering for him if that's what that look is implying. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Blushes:: N-n-no. I am not with the Tal'Shiar. They kind of want to yy'a me. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Lessens her glare a bit:: William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: For all I know he's hiding in a Jeffries Tube. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hi? Just Hi? That's all you have to stay to me? I'd think you'd start the conversation with a groveling apology and finish it by kissing my boots for not reporting your abandonment of duties to command! Cptn Swain: Arden said the haircut and shave wouldn't work on you. I am sure he'll be delighted to know he was correct. Cptn Swain: ::Leans back against his desk:: Irene Mincine: :: Uh-huh. :: "If the Tal'Shiar loves you that much, shouldn't you be buried under the foundation of a Romulan guard post?" Hunter Matheson: ::check...check...and recheck, then files his flight report, secures helm, leans back in the chair to crack his back and stretch, then slips into the lift::: MARDET. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Why do you think I am on this exchange -- anyway I've said too much about me. ::Begins practically dragging her:: Why don't you tell me more about you. K'hal said we were all free to get some leave. Have you been on the station yet? It's rather nice -- for a Lloann'na station. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Sighs:: Well then perhaps you can be of some use after all. Hunter Matheson: ::lift stops, he steps out and strides to his quarters, change of clothes to civvies, then out and wanders into the station::: William Chocox: ::d'Aubergine:: Whatever you need ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, Arden are of much the same mind lately. At this point, I like him a great deal better than I like you. ::Her arms crossed as she glared.:: Whatever abuse you've suffered by his hand is well deserved. Cptn Swain: d'A> Come with me. I will show you the ::frowns:: havoc that spotted little ::pauses:: your people made on the flight deck. I Cptn Swain: ::He smirked, despite himself:: I really don't deserve either of you. William Chocox: ::gets up to follow d'Aubergine:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shoved him off. :: "Get your hands off me if you want to keep them." :: She shook her head. :: "I haven't been to the station, no. And sure, let me tell you about myself. My mother served on a Bird of Prey for 20 years. Need to know anything more?" William Chocox: ((I realize this might make me a bad person, but who is d'Aubergine?)) Cptn Swain: (( Chief of the Air Group )) William Chocox: ((Cool.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, you don't. ::Her jaw flexed.:: And you're damned lucky that I wasn't the one to greet you, else the damage would have even been worse. *I* don't have any reason to spare your body parts. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Practically bouncing:: Oooo a Bird of Prey? Those are so cool! They have real character! Not like ::waves around:: these Lloann'na things. So sterile. Cptn Swain: True. Though I am told the paperwork for damaging a command level officer is a real pain. ::He sighed:: Listen, I know that I have not been exactly... a good friend or, frankly, commanding officer as of late. Irene Mincine: :: Irene stared at Issaha. This was... not a typical Romulan. Irene shrugged in agreement. :: "I guess, yeah..." :: She still wasn't cordial in any way, though. :: "Are you sure they didn't send you here to get you *away* from the Empire?" William Chocox: How did we mess up the flight deck, and how do you know it was us? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Tips his head to one side in bewilderment:: I said that already, didn't I? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mmmhmmm.... Cptn Swain: d'A> Because only your people would know how to take apart the micro torpedo launchers on half a dozen fighters -- not to mention the micro torpedoes themselves. Unless of course medical suddenly started to learn how to do surgery on them. Irene Mincine: "That's right, you did..." :: Irene shook her head. :: "My head is still frazzled from our last mission. I really need a drink." Maryse Dubois: ::sneezes:: William Chocox: Now, we've been off the ship for a while now. There's nothing that says it was us in particular that did that to the fighters. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::bounce!:: I know a good place that has a good bloodwine here -- 2359! -- there are better vintages but its very good. They even have a decent attempt at Romulan ale. Not as good as what my family makes. but well I know the Lloann'na can't hold their ale. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Glowers:: They were *fine* until you got back! William Chocox: Coincidence clearly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And... ? Cptn Swain: I am not really sure, honestly, if there's much I can say other than thank you. You didn't have to come looking for me or ask the Admiral to keep it off the books. I do appreciate it. I don't know if I have a really good explanation even worked up. There isn't really one. William Chocox: I mean, what would we even use with those? Irene Mincine: :: Is 2359 worth hanging out with a really weird Romulan? If he's here, then he can't be *too* threatening... and bloodline could be a pretty good excuse for kicking his ass if he gets too cozy with her. :: "I'd love 2359... even if I have to drink with a Romulan to get it. Your family makes ale?" Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods excitedly:: A sparkling vintage -- very expensive. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Then I suggest you use your time *not* in command of the Excalibur to formulate one that convinces me not to deck you. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::just gives Will a very tired look:: William Chocox: Is it because my nick name is "Boom Boom"? Because that's just wrong. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Because I'll risk the paperwork. Cptn Swain: Assuming I return. It's funny, I was thinking about retiring when this whole thing started -- though I would sort of feel bad if after all that work from you guys if I just you know... retried to a quiet house by the lake somewhere. Irene Mincine: "Oh." :: It all clicked for her. :: "You're the rich kid they sent away." :: She laughed... :: "No wonder you're so... so..." :: Irene couldn't quite find the right word. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Retiring?! Ooooooooh! ::At that, she hauled off and punched him, square in the nose.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0812.2018 Excalibur, along with the Lugh in tow, is nearing Starbase 39 Tango, following the safe return of Captain Swain and our adventure to locate him. He has, however, not returned to active duty -- pending an internal review of the incident by sector command.
  12. MISSION BRIEF: The crew of the Lugh, with the assistance of the mysterious Cephalon Sulea, are no longer threatened by the Romulan interlopers, leaving them to reunite with their erstwhile Captain, who is currently awaiting transport aboard the Yacht, which has been converted into a temporary holding cell for Kai Emaril and his crew of mercenaries. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Miranda:: Permission to leave the bridge and join the doctor in the transporter room? Maryse Dubois: ::Standing by the TR, waiting.:: William Chocox: &::is still in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::still at helm:: Rhan K'hal: :: having made his way down to the TR after parking the yacht :: Okay, let's see how we're doing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced at Arden and gave him a curt nod.:: And yell at him for me while you're down there. ::Still pissed.:: Hakran K'hal: :: on the bridge :: I was sorta hoping to get seats while you both yelled at him at the same time, but one can't win them all. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was with Dr. Dubois down near the transporter room, phaser still ready. :: Hunter Matheson: ::messing with a few things, hoping the rust bucket gets us back where we want to be::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks:: I will tell him you missed him too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Matheson, the yacht is aboard. Please inform the crew to prepare before we enter the vortex. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Heads off before she can find a piece of the bridge to throw at him:: Maryse Dubois: ::Holding one of the kittens to help pass the time. Sees Rhan.:: I take it we are in the clear since you are down here. Rhan K'hal: Yep. Our friend the holographic Man in the Moon blew up the Romulans. I assume we'll be taking our leave of the LMC soon. Tandaris Admiran: ::in engineering, running diagnostics:: Hunter Matheson: ::finally learned how to spell Lugh, too, and figures it's a good name for it::: Rhan K'hal: :: le sigh :: Of course the yacht picked up some radiation while it was out there. Hunter Matheson: :::like ugh with an L::: Rhan K'hal: :: adjusts for it in the tp scanning :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene put away her phaser. :: "Great, great. I wasn't looking forward to a Romulan prison, anyway. It'll be nice to get back to, you know, our galaxy." Rhan K'hal: Make mental note. Irene does not like galactic suburbs. Maryse Dubois: It shouldn't be enough to cause any irreparable harm to those inside. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Using the magic of television, he arrived at the transporter room:: Maryse Dubois: ::To Irene.:: We would have never made it to the prison. Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: Okay, let's get this done, shall we? One Starfleet Captain, coming up... :: as Arden walks in :: Rhan K'hal: :: initiates the transport :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutters a few choice words as he scoots himself under the console, griming his uniform again, and trying to figure out why one area had a mind of its own::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches Rhan and backs up when Arden arrives. :: "Probably for the best, doctor..." Cptn Swain: ::Shimmers into the transporter room, looking only a little bit scruffy:: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the signal in the buffer to make sure no one jumped on Swain's back, then beamy-beamy :: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Do we have the Captain back? Rhan K'hal: Doc? No one asked for one, but a quick DNA check to be sure, pretty please with a cherry on top? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ He has just been transported aboard. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: There you are your useless pile o'.... ::he sighs, switches the links, then scoots out, covered with whatever is on the deck::: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ And where would you like me? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Can't help himself, goes over bear hugs Asher:: Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Rhan the kitty she was holding. Then gets her tricorder and a hypo out.:: I was going to do it even if I weren't asked. Captain, your arm please. Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs as Arden breaks the moment.:: Cptn Swain: ::Oofs as he's hugged by his husband, glances to Mayse wtih a grin:: Of course. Irene Mincine: "Captain!" :: Irene sighed in relief. She'd never really met him, but it was still nice to have the captain back! Hunter Matheson: ::then shakes it off, wipes his hands free as much as possible, slips into the seat and fires it up::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Steps back:: Of course... sorry... Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical :: Rhan K'hal: :: accepts kitty, scritches in a way only one cat knows how :: Hunter Matheson: (w) There ya go, babe... Hunter Matheson: (I'm waiting for the "le purrrr") Maryse Dubois: ::Draws Swain's blood, then does a scan of the vial and of Swain himself.:: Cptn Swain: I promise I am not a Changeling. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Remain in engineering for the moment. We're going to be heading back through the vortex soon. I need an eye on the warp drive. Maryse Dubois: Now there would be an interesting thought. Things would have made more sense... ::Steps back.:: He's clean of radiation, and yes, he is our Captain. Rhan K'hal: +Bridge+ K'hal to Bridge. Swain acquired and verified. Cptn Swain: Though I would like to know what you all have done with my ship. ::Grins:: This certainly doesn't look like my ship. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Gives Asher a look:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Seem content to be petted until Swain's arrival. Both of them began to bristle and their fur patterns shifted rapidly. They looked at him in suspicion with narrowed eyes, ears flat to their skulls.:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Of course ma'am. Tandaris Admiran: ::looks up at Chocox:: How is the warp drive anyway? Irene Mincine: "Well..." :: Irene was about to say something until she noticed the kitties' reaction. :: "That's new, isn't it?" :: She scans them, making sure there's no weird radiation effects on them, still. :: Rhan K'hal: :: since he's holding one of the kitties, notes this rather quickly :: Okay, lil fella, what's the deal? This is who we left our galaxy to find. Cptn Swain: ::Glances towards the Kitty:: Did those come with this ::waves hand:: thing? Cptn Swain: Or are those a distant relative, R'han? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty1> ::Hisses at Swain.:: Rhan K'hal: :: rolls his eyes :: Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Helm to engineering. I just changed a few chips under helm console. Everything's green up here and seems to be functioning perfectly. Got any red lights down there? Maryse Dubois: Oh they really don't like you for some reason. Hunter Matheson: ::test..test...test::: Irene Mincine: "They like everyone else. I don't know why they don't like the captain." :: Irene shrugged. :: "We found them aboard the yacht after a hike through swampy planet, sir." William Chocox: ::looks for red lights:: +Hunter+ Well, we have the usually red lights telling us half the stuff in this hunk o' junk ain't working, but Helm is green. William Chocox: ::turns to Tandy:: Warp Drive should get us home. Cptn Swain: ::Lifts a brow:: So that's what those distortions were? Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ ::as he snorts::: Good to know. I'll let you know if the roof caves in. Rhan K'hal: Commander, why don't you ah... do what you need to do with the Captain. Before our guests do what they seem to want to do with the Captain. Your way may leave the Doctors with less work. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks:: Why don't you come with me and the doctor, Asher. We have a lot to talk about. Rhan K'hal: :: is totally not going to get scratched to hell for Swain right this minute :: Tandaris Admiran: Good. This has definitely been an extended search trip. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs:: I suppose we do. ::glances around:: Thank you all for rescuing me. Maryse Dubois: Go ahead Commander, Dr. Rysan is in medical. I'll catch up. William Chocox: +Hunter+ I think we'll all be aware if the roof caves in. Cptn Swain: ::Nods and leaves with Arden to the makeshift medbay in the mess hall:: William Chocox: And yes sir it has. Interesting one though. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk, no snort:: +Cho+ Copy that. Maryse Dubois: So...::Turns to Rhan and Irene.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Seem to calm down with Swain gone and get into a heated debate with one another.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the get just out of ear shot, the crew in the transporter room is treated to the sound of Arden slapping the crap out of Asher. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (ROFL) Maryse Dubois: ::Then to the kitties.:: Think they sense something from him? Irene Mincine: :: Irene smiles as Swain leaves. :: "I'm glad we're done investigating swamps... for now, at least..." :: She looks to Maryse. :: "Maybe he did something to them not knowing they were cats. You know, when they were distortions." Maryse Dubois: That could be true. We were under the impression we picked them up at the swampy planet, but it is possible they were on the yacht long before we ever arrived there. Cptn Swain: ACTION> And those creatures with better than normal hearing would likely also be treated to Arden telling Asher what would happen to him and his uh... body parts, should he ever pull such a stunt again ... before the disappeared into a lift. Rhan K'hal: :: doing the Caitian equivalent of biting his lip to keep from bursting out laughing :: Hunter Matheson: ::patting the helm console:: (w) Okay, babe. Tell you what. You get us back to where we're supposed to go safe and sound and I'll buy you a beer. Sound like a plan? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed.:: +Transporter room+ Are you about done down there? We're approaching the vortex and need to get everyone within the areas that are best shielded from radiation. Irene Mincine: "Yeah. You didn't find anything on your scan, right?" :: Irene gave Rhan a look. :: "What's up?" Hunter Matheson: ::checking their vector, prepared for the vortex::: Rhan K'hal: Okay, wow. Commander Arden is... creative. Maryse Dubois: ::Curious look at Rhan, but then hears Miranda.:: We need to go. +Miranda+ On our way. Cptn Swain: ::Enters the sickbay, a handprint still vaguely visible on his face, Arden in tow:: Rhan K'hal: Yep. :: makes way for the lift, setting the kitty down :: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. I'm pretty sure this room's made of cardboard..." :: Irene follows Rhan and Maryse. :: Hunter Matheson: ::OIC::: Approaching the vortex. Rhan K'hal: :: talking to the kitties as if they're 2 legged guests instead of 4 :: Now if you're mad at him for kidnapping you, I doubt it was on purpose. If you're mad at him for stealing something from your home, then it probably WAS on purpose, but let his husband finish ah... discussing things with him first. You know how it is. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Engineering+ We're approaching the vortex. What can you do about better shielding in the area's we've cleared? Mess hall, Engineering, Bridge. I think the yacht has sufficient shielding of its own. Cptn Swain: Dr. Ryssan? ::Looking around the converted mess hall, half expecting the Andorian doctor to be wearing a chef hat:: Indaura Ryssan: :: With some others :: Rhan K'hal: If it's anything else... then I'm clueless, but would still ask that you wait before trying to punch any holes. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Give us a moment bridge, we'll do what we can. Hunter Matheson: +All Hands+ If you're not tied down now, it's time to hang on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Give Rhan a yowl that definitely sounded sarcastic as they waited in the lift.:: Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: We have five to ten, ma'am. There's time. Rhan K'hal: Yeah, yeah. So-called civilization is a pain in the tail. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: If not, slow our speed and bring us to just outside the vortex until they're ready. I don't want the crew getting sick again if we can prevent it. Rhan K'hal: :: doors wheeze open onto the bridge, steps out :: Tandaris Admiran: Let's try rerouting power from non-essential subsystems. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks as she steps onto the bridge.:: Tandaris Admiran: And then we can run the generators covering those areas past their recommended limits. Tandaris Admiran: ::rubs his hands together:: Always a good day when you get to exceed the operating limits. William Chocox: Yeah, sounds like a good idea. ::starts doing that:: William Chocox: Hopefully that doesn't go boom. Rhan K'hal: :: nods all around :: Commander, Gunny. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Race into the bridge, chasing one another again.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene holds one of the doors open so it doesn't close on them and follows Maryse and Rhan out. She takes a seat at the auxiliary science station. :: "Commander. Ready for transit... I guess..." Rhan K'hal: :: takes his console before anyone else with a tail gets any ideas :: Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal::: Sir. Hakran K'hal: What am I, chopped liver? :: Rhan :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes an empty seat.:: Rhan K'hal: If you were, you'd be on the menu I'd imagine. Irene Mincine: "No onions in my makeshift hydroponics bay, sorry." :: Irene shrugged. :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the internal scans, such as they are :: All life signs in the bridge, the mess hall, engineering or the yacht, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Maryse a glance.:: How was the Captain? Hunter Matheson: ::NIP:: We have five minutes unless this thing has raised the ante with its pull. Maryse Dubois: He was scruffy looking for sure, but it was definitely him. Hunter Matheson: ::gut reaction from Excal to use the seat belt, but there isn't one:: Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: So, how're are you enjoying life in the LMC? Maryse Dubois: Our friends don't seem to like him though. ::Watching the kitties chase each other.:: Irene Mincine: "I like the cats. I don't like the Romulans. I definitely like the guy who blew up the Romulans. Still, ready to get home, sir." :: She punched some data in on the console. :: "And not having it take a couple hundred years to do so." Hunter Matheson: Down to three. Hunter Matheson: ::already feeling the pull::: Hakran K'hal: :: chuffs out a laugh :: Then we're in perfect accord. We'll have to get you back to your garden on the Excalibur, make sure the onions are doing okay. Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Vortex closing in. Is it a go? Hunter Matheson: ::ready to back off if necessary:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She drummed her fingers as they neared the vortex, jaw working.:: Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady, waiting for word, reversing so they won't be pulled in too soon::: William Chocox: +Hunter+ As go as it's going to be. Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Copy that. Going in. Rhan K'hal: You keep that up Commander, you're going to end up with TMD. Isn't she, Doc? Hunter Matheson: ::releases the brakes and lets her slide toward the vortex::: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. Back to my garden... one of all those scientists... never leaving the lab for away missions..." :: Irene trailed off, then re-focused. :: "Right. Clear for transit according to my scopes." Indaura Ryssan: :: Nervous :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the Lugh enters the Vortex, viewers are treated to the sound of cool Star Trek music and a cool light show. Aboard the Lugh a brief cool breeze sweeps over the crew, a sort of final, almost lonely good bye. William Chocox: ::tries to send the same feeling back:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Oh yes, I hear it can be surprisingly painful. Hunter Matheson: ::his expression changes to total focus::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just add it to the list of ailments that I've gotten since becoming Swain's XO. ::She inhaled as they entered the vortex and then sighed at the breeze, closing her eyes for a moment.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The ride is a bit bumpy, and as they exit, the vortex closes behind them -- and seemingly disappears from sensors all together. Hunter Matheson: ::blink::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> and in engineering, as they exit the warp drive goes from the cool swirly blues to pitch black. Lights flutter for a moment or longer as the secondary power systems finally kick in. Hakran K'hal: :: looking over the scan :: So much for going back. Looks like they slammed the door on our butts on the way out. Hunter Matheson: We're through, Commander. You can breathe now. Maryse Dubois: Probably for the best. Tandaris Admiran: Well, that was to be expected. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns at the fluttering power :: Oh good, we get to call for a tow. Hunter Matheson: ::thorough check of helm::: No problem, Sir ::Rhan:: We have insurance. William Chocox: That's uh...suboptimal. Hunter Matheson: Allstar Insurance. Accident forgiveness and all that. Rhan K'hal: :: checks the time :: Looks like Irene won the "how long until we're stranded" pool. A respectable 435 credits. Irene Mincine: :: Irene makes sure to record the breeze in the sensor logs! That'll be cool to look at later. She looks around the bridge when the power flickers. :: "Uh..." :: She whacks her console. :: "Primary power's out ship wide, commander." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And in one piece... ::She opened her eyes, frowning at the emergency lights.;: Mostly... Hunter Matheson: ::cruising slowly, but cruising::: Hakran K'hal: :: leans back in his chair :: Rhan K'hal: Well, this gives Commander Arden extra time to bea.... :: clears throat:: be grateful that Swain is all right. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Engineering+ What's the status on the warp core? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect an incoming warp signature, under secondary power it's hard to make out who it is. Rhan K'hal: :: tilts head at the sensor data, as if that'll help :: Rhan K'hal: Incoming ship. Don't ask, I don't know. Hunter Matheson: :::steady progress, but not much:: Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan::: Think they found out we stole this ship and went AWOL, sir? Irene Mincine: "I really hope the batteries in this ship were charged at any point in the last century..." :: Irene tries her best to reroute what power she can get to the sensor array. :: "Let me see if I can clear it up." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stood, straightening her uniform tunic. She clasped her hands behind her to keep from biting her nails.:: Maryse Dubois: Well this could get interesting fast. Hopefully the Romulans didn't have a backup. Rhan K'hal: :: just blinks at Hunter :: Hunter Matheson: ::shrug:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we don't have an all-powerful laser weapon to blast them out of the skies. Rhan K'hal: Not that the engineers wouldn't have loved to install one, given the time and parts. Tandaris Admiran: +Miranda+ The warp core is offline for the foreseeable future, Commander. Hunter Matheson: Nice. William Chocox: I'm working on it now. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The incoming signature enters visual range of the Lugh. Irene Mincine: "Do we even have phasers with secondary power?" :: Irene sighed. :: "Uh... guess we're really not going anywhere. :: Rhan K'hal: :: flips the viewscreen on, even if it's only 23rd Century standard definition :: William Chocox: ((Can someone stick their head out the window to see who it is? :P )) Cptn Swain: ACTION> There's a long dramatic pause, before the fabled star trek trumpet noises sound and in all of her glory, the Excalibur drops out of warp and the theme song plays lowly in the background. Hakran K'hal: I don't know if you have some sort of personal zen, Irene, but I find it extremely helpful to have one with this group. Rhan K'hal: :: blinks :: Oh good. Wait. Who the hell is driving our boat? Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs as she leans back in the seat.:: Looks like home is coming to us... Hunter Matheson: Whelp. That's the end of that. They caught us. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Relaxes a trifle.:: Who, indeed? Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches the viewscreen. :: "We're probably going to have some time to think about it, lieutenant..." Cptn Swain: d'Aubugine> +Excalibur+ Excalibur to Lugh, you look like you could use a lift. Rhan K'hal: ::flips the comm wide open:: Cptn Swain: (( THREE MINUTE WARNING )) Rhan K'hal: +d'A+ It must be nice being on the other side of that for once. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excalibur+ And a tow. And the brig. Will explain more when we're aboard. Rhan K'hal: And a shower! Hunter Matheson: ::and a shower::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene whispered to Hakran, not knowing who that guy is on the other end. :: "...good news?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Looks to Maryse.:: Doctor, everyone is to report to medical once aboard the Excalibur. Maryse Dubois: And actual food. Hunter Matheson: ::smirk:: And a beer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I want all traces of radiation erased. Cptn Swain: dA> +Excal+ Going on an adventure without me? ::she smirked;:: Of course, Commander. We’re pulling alongside. I am sure you have quite the story to tell. Is Captain Swain aboard? Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: I'll forward a message to Sickbay to have them ready. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excal+ Yes, Captain Swain is with us. ::Her tone darkened slightly.:: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Ensign, meet Commander Constance d'Aubugine, head of Excalibur flight operations. Hunter Matheson: ::checking Excal's vector so they don't bump:: Cptn Swain: dA> +Miranda+ Understood Commander. Cptn Swain: ...and... Irene Mincine: "Oh. Oh!" :: She let out a heaving sigh, pretty sure now that they're not going to be shot, or arrested, or... :: Rhan K'hal: She's probably gotten delusions of grandeur after getting to fly the big ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Mincine, I want you to make our feline visitors comfortable aboard the Excalibur. They're going to be your responsibility. Cptn Swain: dA> +Miranda+ Welcome home. ::ends the open line:: Rhan K'hal: :: Miranda :: Will you take five seconds to break a smile, Commander. We'll pretend we didn't see it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls.:: Irene Mincine: :: Nods! She finally has an *important* job! :: "Yes, commander!" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You'll see it when I have something to smile about. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 0805.2018 The crew of the Lugh, with the assistance of the mysterious Cephalon Sulea, is no longer threatened by the Romulan interlopers, leaving them to reunite with their erstwhile Captain, who is currently awaiting transport aboard the Yacht, which has been converted into a temporary holding cell for Kai Emaril and his crew of mercenaries.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: Kai -- the Captain's Captor -- has agreed to turn himself, along with his crew over to the Lugh and return Asher to us. Two factors are currently delaying the happy reunion, however. First we believe there is a cloaked ship in the system. What their intentions are, we can't know. Additionally, we do not have a proper brig setup aboard the Lugh. To ameliorate this situation, Rhan and Boomer have rigged the yacht as a sort of a remote brig cell that we can fly out of the Lugh to transport our guests too and bring back in. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::on the bridge, trying to not bite her nails:: Hakran K'hal: :: since the yacht, and the shuttle bay, are now occupied with other missions, has moved back to the bridge of the Lugh - such as it is :: Hunter Matheson: ::is where he is, on the Lugh?::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene had just arrived on the bridge with the kitties after cleaning out the radiation in the main transporter room. :: William Chocox: #::finishes up working on the captain's yacht with Rhan:: Rhan K'hal: # :: looooong sigh :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Feeling a bit better than last time :: William Chocox: #Well, that's about as good as we're going to get it. Maryse Dubois: # ::Looking to Will and Rhan.:: You did get rid of all of Swain's codes from the yacht right? Hunter Matheson: ::bridge, checking out Lugh's systems:: Hunter Matheson: ::making sure the bucket will still fly:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Continuing to use the sensors to see if they can learn anything more about the possible cloaked ship:: Rhan K'hal: # Yeah, I can control it remotely, and it'll take actual work to try to control anything from inside. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: Rhan K'hal: # About the best we can count on. Though it's just not right, turning this into a brig. ::wipes an imaginary tear:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hunter: Once we launch the yacht, keep us between it and the Galaxy Osprey ... ::pauses:: and theoretically the signature for the possible cloaked ship's last coordinates. William Chocox: #We can fix it when we get back. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking around, but being careful :: Maryse Dubois: # I'll miss my comfy chair. Hunter Matheson: ::still checking::: Aye, ma'am. Keeping an eye out. Rhan K'hal: # Okay, everyone out so I can lock this puppy. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Goes to leave :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Steps out into the cargo bay.:: Irene Mincine: "Transporter room is ready, sir." :: Irene surreptitiously watches the goings-on on the bridge, unsure of what her next course of action should be. :: "Cats are no worse for wear." William Chocox: #::walks out of the yacht:: Hunter Matheson: ::configuring potential shifts for the cloaked ship as well as evasive possibilities, still hoping the bucket will stand up:: Hakran K'hal: Good, thank you Irene. Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Cargo Bay+ Status? Hakran K'hal: I know kittysitting probably wasn't part of your Academy curriculum, but you've done well. Rhan K'hal: # :: exits the yacht and locks it tight behind him :: Rhan K'hal: # +Miranda+ Just locking up the yacht, Commander. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, standing by the science station. :: "Not for a long time, lieutenant. They've been nice to have around, though." Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan+ Understood, launch as soon as you're ready. ::Looks to Arden:: Send the coordinates for the yacht as soon as its cleared. Rhan K'hal: # Okay, if you trust the force-field to not fail when the yacht goes through, find something to sit on and enjoy yourself. If not, now's the time to run away. Rhan K'hal: # :: brandishes his oversized padd :: Maryse Dubois: # I assume the Captain will be sent to the transporter room? William Chocox: #::evacuates to a safe distance:: Rhan K'hal: # That is what we're aiming for. Cptn Swain: (( Mechanically I think Swain would have to transport to the yacht first, and then we could transport him off the yacht once its back on the Lugh )) Hunter Matheson: :::CDR:: Lugh is at sationkeeping. Maryse Dubois: # ::Looks to Indaura.:: We'll head there then. Rhan K'hal: (( or that - I forgot we're not doing a chain tp in this scenario )) Rhan K'hal: # :: starts up the yacht :: Maryse Dubois: # ::Grabs her kit and exits the bay.:: Hunter Matheson: ::locks onto the yacht to keep tabs::: Cptn Swain: (( Unless we think we could drop and raise the shields on this rust bucket quickly enough? )) Hakran K'hal: I'm going to be busy tracking this cloaking signature. Why don't you monitor the transfer. Hunter Matheson: (we have shields?) Maryse Dubois: ((Hah, the instant the shields drop, they would end up breaking.)) Hunter Matheson: (Was gonna say I need some over the helm console) Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking behind Dubois :: Rhan K'hal: # Up, up and away. :: maneuvers the yacht out of the bay :: Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Yacht is clear. Cptn Swain: Arden> Yacht is away. Sending transport coordinates to the GO. Maryse Dubois: ::Makes her way to the TR.:: Irene Mincine: "Yes, sir." :: Irene takes a seat at one of the science stations and wipes crud off the screens. :: "Monitoring the transfer." :: She sets it up to watch the transport readings. :: Rhan K'hal: # :: keeps the yacht tucked up close to the Lugh, but outside its shield envelope :: Maryse Dubois: +Miranda+ We're by the transporter room, waiting for the exchange. Cptn Swain: ACTION> 8 individuals transport from the Galaxy Osprey onto the yacht, but as they do -- tv viewers are treated to the visual of a Romulan warbird decloaking off the GO's port bow. Rhan K'hal: # Ultimate R-C, though I could use a controller. William Chocox: #Transport successful? Hunter Matheson: Bingo. Knew it was there. Rhan K'hal: # Okay, they're on board, raising Yacht's skin-shield and holy hell there's a warbird. William Chocox: # I'm sorry, there's a what? Cptn Swain: Arden> Romulan warbird off the port bow. Weapons are armed, but I can't tell if they're locked on. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks up from the display. :: "Transporter shows 8 beamed safely, sir-- what the hell is that!?" :: She nearly jumps out of her chair when the Warbird decloaks. :: Rhan K'hal: # Warbird. Romulan. Hunter Matheson: ::checks Lugh's capability and decides it's a no-brainer::: William Chocox: # Ah...well then... Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Frowns:: Lovely. Keep us between the warbird and the yacht. Open a channel. Hakran K'hal: I don't think I need to monitor the cloak anymore. :: shifts to try to improve their standard sensor detection :: Hunter Matheson: :::CDR:: Moving to between warbird and yacht, aye. Cptn Swain: Arden> They're hailing us. William Chocox: #::taps commbadge:: +Miranda+ Commander, where do you want me Commander? William Chocox: #::is suddenly very nervous all of a sudden:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Will+ Engineering. Hopefully we won't need to do anything drastic, but you know how our luck is. Hunter Matheson: ::standard helm report:: Emergency exit vector laid in and ready to go. ::not that it will do any good:: Maryse Dubois: ::Oblivious to what is currently happening, since Indaura and herself are by the transporter room.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::clicks her tongue at Arden:: Lovely. Put them through. Rhan K'hal: # :: has the yacht ready to do a quick dive back into the bay, but obviously now is not a good time for the Lugh to lower shields, and isn't sure they can extend them beyond what they're already set to :: William Chocox: # +Miranda+ Aye ma'am. ::heads to Engineering and grabs an & on his way there:: Irene Mincine: "First assignment out of the Academy and it ends up with me in a Romulan prison..." :: Irene mutters, resetting the science station. She coughs, then says :: "Standing by for orders, sir." Rhan K'hal: # +Maryse+ K'hal to Transporter Room. We have a slight warbird problem, so sit tight. Cptn Swain: Lkaen> +Lugh+ Normally I'd play coy, but seeing as my sensors show you've transported my... associate Mister Emaril and his crew to your runabout, I'll skip right to it. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: (q) sit tight for now Maryse Dubois: # +Rhan+ ::almost untranslatable curse.:: Understood. ::Goes into the TR, looking to Indaura.:: Probably not a good idea to be in the hall anymore. Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Romulans+ An introduction would be a good place to start, Commander? William Chocox: &::makes it to Engineering and takes up a standard position and starts watching:: Rhan K'hal: # :: decides he doesn't want to be sitting in the bay with an open door if Hunter is going to have to start evasives, bops out into the hallway :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Nods :: No it would not. Hunter Matheson: ::not so much watching, but listening and constantly checking his console::: Hunter Matheson: ::his mind spins with ideas that will get them outta Dodge:: Cptn Swain: Lkaen> ::Rolls his eyes:: I'll make this very simple for you, Starfleet. Lower your shields and surrender your vessel. I already know you're working with Kai to undercut us on this -- but I am not about to allow the Empire to be sold short on this deal. Now, surrender yourselves and Mister Emaril and his... crew and we'll transport you back to Romulus, where after a brief amount of ... debriefing by the Tal'Shiar you and your crew will be returned to the Federation... mostly unharmed. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::starts laughing:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, ready to take... whatever action is necessary. She nervously adjusts her seat, stopping dead when the Romulan captain starts talking. :: Hunter Matheson: ::yeah..right::: Indaura Ryssan: # This has been a strange mission. Maryse Dubois: # ::nods:: You have a phaser right? Indaura Ryssan: # A small one Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: (q) Take the cats and head to the TR. I have a feeling we might need to save time, and they should be pretty good if we get into pawsticuffs. Maryse Dubois: # Same here... Cptn Swain: Lkaen> ::Unamused:: I fail to see the humor in the situation, Captain. Surely you can see my vessel out guns you and while I'd prefer not to resort to such... brutal methods, rest assured I will not hesitate to use the full power of this warbird. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods to Hakran, herding the cats as quietly as possible and making her way down to the transporter room, picking up an # along the way. :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Romulan+ Oh, I am sure you are very serious, but I think there's been a misunderstanding, Commander. We're not working for this Emaril fellow. We happened to be exploring the area when... Cptn Swain: Lkaen> +Lugh+ Enough Captain. I am giving you 5 minutes to surrender yourselves. Lkaen out. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::under her breath:: I am going to kill Asher. Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Lovely. Now what? Indaura Ryssan: # My hypo is larger than my phaser Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan/Will+ I don't know about anyone else, but a stay at the Tal'Shiar Hilton is not how I plan to spend my very richly deserved leave. ::to them and to the bridge group:: Options? Irene Mincine: # :: Irene arrives at the transporter room, seeing the others there. :: "This is bad..." :: She checks her phaser, satisfied that it's charged. :: Irene Mincine: # :: The kitties are accompanying her, too. :: Hunter Matheson: ::leans back:: So... if he uses the full power of his vessel, it will probably fall apart, leaving him with nothing. Hunter Matheson: It meaning Lugh. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods to Irene.:: very bad. William Chocox: &::blinks and speaks to the intercom:: He could just pick through our debris to find what he's looking for. Hakran K'hal: The, ah... "super-moon." The one advantage we have against a warbird is size and maneuverability. We can get ourselves in and around the bits and bobs of it. Plus I have a feeling it might not appreciate some ship firing a disruptor around it. Cptn Swain: Arden> Our shields aren't much of a match for a top of the line warbird. Hunter Matheson: And I don't suppose he realizes that Lugh is falling-apart. Hunter Matheson: How fast is the Runabout? Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hark:: What about the Yacht? Hunter Matheson: ::Looks to the CDR::: Hunter Matheson: Lugh is between the warbird and the yacht. Our crew is minimal. No brainer. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene gulps, shrinking back from her normal confident self. :: "I'm sure they're working on... a solution up on the bridge." Hakran K'hal: Rhan can follow our lead easy enough with the remote program. Maryse Dubois: # ::Nods.:: This will be a tough one, but it'll work out. Hunter Matheson: We could give them the finger, transport over, and they wouldn't know the difference between the Lugh and an empty Lugh. William Chocox: & Do we have to go through the vortex at impulse? Cptn Swain: Miranda> We've already converted the yacht to a brig, and with 8 people already over there it might be just a wee bit crowded. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Checks her phaser, sure it was dusty :: Hunter Matheson: Due respect, Commander, we're not going to the Hilton if they take us. It'll be crowded. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::bites her lip:: Lay in a course for the moon base, transfer everything to weapons and aft shields. +Rhan+ Have the yacht follow us. Hunter Matheson: Or.... :::smirk:: We can transport over and set Lugh to ram the warbird. Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ Your faith in me is immense. Let's see just how good my programming is. Irene Mincine: # :: Sees Ryssan's dusty phaser. :: "I was champion sharpshooter in my class at the Academy... not that it matters much against a Warbird." Maryse Dubois: # :;Pets one of the kitties.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Rhan+ Time to earn that praise, Lieutenant. Have the yacht stick in as close to us as they can. Indaura Ryssan: # This is more just to add an exclamation point to my words, Rhan K'hal: # +Yacht+ Ladies and gentlemen. Hold on to your butts. Cptn Swain: Arden> +Will+ I am standing by to transfer power to aft shields and engines. Keep an eye on the power transfers. Hunter Matheson: +Rhan+ Lugh helm, holding on. William Chocox: & +Arden+ Aye sir. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Bites her lip again:: Engage. Hunter Matheson: ::total focus on helm::: Rhan K'hal: # :: deep breath, engages the follower program :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Lugh and yacht break off and accelerate towards the moon-base, the warbird takes a few moments to re-act, but is soon our tail. Weapons armed! Pew-Pew! Cptn Swain: Arden> Incoming! Hunter Matheson: Diversionary tactics, Commander? Maryse Dubois: # I think it's started. Rhan K'hal: # The yacht is good at being a mosquito. Hunter Matheson: ::not sure about that with the yacht together:: Indaura Ryssan: # Yeah... Cptn Swain: Miranda> Negative. Keep us on course. Hunter Matheson: Aye, Ma'am. Steady on course. Irene Mincine: # "It seems that way. It kills me to be down here..." :: Irene clutches one of the kitties. :: William Chocox: &::makes sure that the power transfers go through:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A disruptor hit bounces off our shields. Hold onto your collective butts. Cptn Swain: Arden> Shields down to 35% we can't take many more of those. Hakran K'hal: :: concentrates on keeping the sensor feed solid so Gunny can see where he's going, so that the yacht can know where it's going :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Return fire. Cptn Swain: Arden> Aye. Hunter Matheson: ::takes note of Hakran's tactics and follows his lead:: William Chocox: &::tries to get as much power as he can from the core:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lugh returns fire on the Romulan ship, but does little damage. Another disruptor hit deals a glancing blow to our shields, while another hits the Yacht. Cptn Swain: Arden> Shields down to 13%, that last hit knocked out the aft torpedo launcher. Yacht's shields at 73%. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Distance to the moon? Rhan K'hal: # :: winces twice, but the yacht's remote stays strong :: William Chocox: & +Bridge+ Hey guys? We can't take any more of those. Maryse Dubois: # ::Gets into a corner and sits on the floor.:: No sense in getting tossed around in here. ::Holding the other kitty.:: Hakran K'hal: 15 seconds to outer perimeter of the superstructure. Irene Mincine: # :: Irene keeps herself steady by leaning on a pipe in the hallway. :: "If the shields drop, Romulans are going to pour out of there, aren't they?" :: Gesturing to the transporter room. :: "At least we know they're up?" Hakran K'hal: That's where it's gonna get interesting. Hunter Matheson: +Rhan+ Steady as she goes. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A bright light flashes out from the moonbase, just as the Romulan vessel enters torpedo range of the Lugh while another hit crackles across the yachts shields. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Looking at the cats :: Maryse Dubois: # If they do, just hope they don't target doctors. Good thing your uniform is the same color. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Crew on all three ships suddenly feel what is like a blow of strong, hot wind across them and in their mind's eye an odd, three-d geometric shape appears. In their own languages a voice stirs in the wind. Rhan K'hal: # :: harrumphs :: It's all up to the program at this point. Crap, this padd is not a bloody damn bridge console, I can't control everything at once. :: pulls up the shield screen and adjusts the shield shape :: William Chocox: &::winces:: Not this stuff again. Maryse Dubois: # Whoah... Hunter Matheson: ::having trouble focusing on helm with that going on::: Cptn Swain: Sulea> +All+ I am Cephalon Sulea. Attacking vessel, break off your pursuit. The Lugh is under my protection. If you value your lives, be somewhere else. Hakran K'hal: :: so this is what Will went through, he thinks :: Irene Mincine: # "Good day to wear green-- what?" :: She wasn't around for the first go-round of the geometric shape stuff, after all. :: "That's... something special..." Hunter Matheson: ::under his breath:: Whoa... Cptn Swain: << can I get a number 1-10 everyone >> Hakran K'hal: (( 3 )) William Chocox: ((8)) Indaura Ryssan: (2) Rhan K'hal: # ((9)) Irene Mincine: (4) Maryse Dubois: ((7)) Rhan K'hal: :: with what very little he knows about their technology, hopes the Romulan Commander decides to bugger off for his crew's sake if nothing else :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Romulans clearly don't value their lives, and launch another attack on both vessels. Not good choices, folks. A bright gold light flashes out from the moonbase and strikes the warbird, dematerialzing it instantly. William Chocox: ((Do we all know this?)) Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sulea, in his wisdom, had decided to show this through the connection. William Chocox: &(w) Holy ::expletive deleted:: Maryse Dubois: # Is anyone else seeing this? Hakran K'hal: :: tries to concentrate around the mentalgram :: Ah, sensors can confirm that the warbird is no longer an issue. Suggest immediately returning to driving like sane people. Hunter Matheson: So...we'd better not get on their bad side. Irene Mincine: # "Wow!" :: Irene was elated that the Romulan was not there anymore, but not totally sure what was up with the godlike being. :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Silent :: Cptn Swain: Sulea> +Lugh/Yacht+ The loss of life was tragic, but they would not listen. ::the air seems to shift from being hot to sort of damp and cold... almost sorrowful:: Maryse Dubois: # ::Shivers:: Hakran K'hal: :: fur floof :: Hunter Matheson: ::blankly staring at the moon::: William Chocox: & Well then. Cptn Swain: Sulea> +All+ I trust you can find your way home. I look forward to when the time comes for you people to return to this place in a few hundred years or so. May the stars guide your path, always. ::the wind shifts again and is then gone:: William Chocox: & +Bridge+ We somewhat in the clear? Cptn Swain: Miranda> Well. That's one to write home about. Rhan K'hal: # +Bridge+ As sad as all this is, I'd just assume not end it prematurely by blapping into their very nice moon. Can we pull away now? Cptn Swain: Miranda> +Khal+ Bring the yacht in. Hunter Matheson: ::comes around, blinks, waiting::: Rhan K'hal: # +Miranda+ Happily, Commander. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Hunter, bring us about. Make our course for the vortex. Cptn Swain: (( and ... ) Rhan K'hal: # :: pulls the yacht out of follow mode and pulls away from the moon, then waits for the Lugh to hold still long enough to land :: Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Waiting for the yacht to report docking. Rhan K'hal: # :: flies the yacht in, only scratches the right side on the door a bit :: Dammit. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 0729.2018 Kai -- the Captain's Captor -- has agreed to turn himself, along with his crew over to the Lugh and return Asher to us. Two factors are currently delaying the happy reunion, however. First we believe there is a cloaked ship in the system. What their intentions are, we can't know. Additionally, we do not have a proper brig setup aboard the Lugh. To ameliorate this situation, Rhan and Boomer have rigged the yacht as a sort of a remote brig cell that we can fly out of the Lugh to transport our guests to and bring back in.