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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 0311.2018 - No Sim SD 0318.2018 Aboard the USS Lugh, the crew have arrived at Tellar Minor on the trail of Captain Swain. Miranda's team have located the yacht and are looking for clues, while Commander Cormoran and his team met with a scientist mentioned in the logs recovered by Science K'Hal, who's pointed them to a museum where artifacts from a dig were found.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur crew has arrived in orbit of Tellar Minor aboard the USS Lugh, where they believe Captain Swain might be. Two landing teams have been dispatched to the surface, one headed to a signal matching the captain's yacht, while another heads to meet with a Dr. Ornn, a possible lead into Swain's disappearance. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::materializes on the surface outside a quaint suburban block:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shimmers in behind him :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Stands by Arden, looking around.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Miranda's team shimmers down to the location corresponding to the Captain's yacht. It's a suburban docking station with dozens of shuttle craft and ships in various ports. Hakran K'hal: @ Not a bad location. :: looking around :: Tandaris Admiran: # ::with Miranda's team:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: double-checks the address :: Looks like we go down this way a block. :: indicates :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> Rather placid really. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Walking with Tandaris :: Maryse Dubois: ((Are we in uniform, or are we supposed to be undercover?)) Cptn Swain: (( Uniform )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Checks their sensor readings, looking past the rows and rows of other shuttles.:: From the signal, it looks like it should be down here on the left. Keep an eye out. Tandaris Admiran: # ::looking around:: It's very busy around here. Maybe someone saw the captain. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles as they head into the court yard of a home marked with Ornn's name on the wall: Indaura Ryssan: # I would think it would stand out. Hakran K'hal: @ Looks well maintained, though the flowers in the box could use some water. Maryse Dubois: @ ::Looks around at the house, keeping her hands in the pockets of her coat.:: Hmm. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles towards Khal and Maryse as he knocks on the door:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> I suppose we could have called ahead. Maryse Dubois: @ Maybe he likes surprises? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Stops at the yacht, which was larger than most of the other shuttles, but wasn't the largest ship in the port. She looked to Tandaris.:: You're up. Get us inside. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Knocks again:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: shrugs :: Tandaris Admiran: #::nods, takes a look:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> It's midday on the planet. There are a few people working in the docking port, but things are relatively quiet. William Chocox: #::keeps an eye out for anyone that might notice them:: Cptn Swain: @Orrn> ::An elderly, somewhat shrunken figure finally opens the doorway:: Hello Tandaris Admiran: # Take me a few minutes to override the lock. ::pops open the panel:: This doesn't look suspicious at all. Maryse Dubois: @ ::smiles at the old man.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: doesn't show his fangs :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::looks them over:: Starfleet, hmm? Tandaris Admiran: # Think I've... yes. ::opens the door:: Hakran K'hal: @ These pesky deltas always give us away, don't they? Indaura Ryssan: # :: Surveying the area :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods:: Hello. I am Commander Arden Cormoran, these are my associates, Mister K'Hal and Dr. Dubios. I am sorry to sort of drop in on you without much notice, but I was hoping we could ask you a few questions. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> Yes, yes they do. ::Smirks:: Tandaris Admiran: # ::scans within:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Casts a glance around, but no one was paying them any attention. When Tandy popped the door, she gestured them inside.:: Admiran, Chocox, you're on computer duty. Check the logs. Indaura, you're with me. We'll check the Captain's quarters and office. William Chocox: # On it sir. ::steps in and goes to the computer and starts typing:: Ah, proper computer systems. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Follows Hawthorne :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::smiles:: Well...I am not sure what I can do for you, but sure. Would you like something to drink? Indaura Ryssan: # :: To Hawthorne :: You think the logs are erased or encrypted? Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge of the Dungheap, sitting in the big chair, watching the life-sign dots of the crew on the main viewscreen... which is slightly larger than his console back on the Excalibur :: Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Smiles again:: No, but thank you. We won't keep you long, but we had a few questions about archaeological dig you led a few years ago. Hakran K'hal: @ :: defers to Arden here, but closely monitors Ornn's reactions while standing politely with his paws clasped gently behind him :: Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sits down and checks the logs :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # Likely, but that's what the engineers are for. ::In the Captain's quarters, she paused to have a look around.:: Take a look at any PADDs he has laying around. Tandaris Admiran: # Nothing obvious so far. ::prods a few things:: Oh, hmm. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Nods as she is examining a terminal :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I led a lot of digs. You know, I used to be head the whole archaeological division at the ministry of culture and history. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # +Excalibur+ We've located the Captain's yacht, but no Captain. We're investigating. Tandaris Admiran: # That is… suggestive. William Chocox: # Suggestive how sir? Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::Nods, looks to Hakran:: Mister K'Hal here has been research one in particular. Rhan K'hal: +Miranda+ Okiedoke, Commander. Tandaris Admiran: # Well, the navigation logs are erased. But there's no way to conceal that much fuel expenditure. Indaura Ryssan: # A few entries actually, but just ship operations. William Chocox: # Huh, was there more fuel spent than would indicate? Tandaris Admiran: # Captain didn't exactly take the direct route between Excalibur and here. He either stopped somewhere on the way, or he flew around the planet for a while before landing here. William Chocox: # Well then. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Gets a PADD or two :: Maryse Dubois: @ ::Quietly looking around at all of the little things the doctor had on display in his home.:: Hakran K'hal: @ Yes. Doctor, we're particularly interested in a dig you and the planetary archaeological council were involved in on the western continent. Hakran K'hal: @ The USS Pei Xiu was called in to assist. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Searching through the PADDs :: William Chocox: # Do you have a range that he would have to have passed through? Maybe we can extrapolate back. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> ::Strokes at his beard a moment:: Ah yes,, that expedition. ::Smiles:: A great many questions came out of that, not a lot of answers mind you. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I haven't thought about that in a while though. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Indaura finds unencrypted PADDs with an unfinished correspondence from Swain to Arden that reads like apology letter. It contains few details, but does mention one particular name -- Kai Emaril. Indaura Ryssan: # :: Sees what he may have been reading before departing the ship :: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> How can help you though? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Is careful not to touch a couple pieces on a nearby shelf.:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: glances back over to Arden :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Among various other mundane logs, Chocox and Admiran find a folder entitled 'research', but it is encrypted. Tandaris Admiran: # Probably not able to extrapolate, but we could… oh, hello. William Chocox: # Not that you would necessarily know this, but what is the Captain's password? William Chocox: #::is looking at the folder:: Cptn Swain: @Arden> I see. ::He had expected Asher to have contacted Ornn, so for a moment he was caught off:: I see. Well, Mister KHal has a few questions I am sure, if you wouldn't mind if he submitted them to you later? I was also wondering where the artifacts from that dig are, I understand they weren't transferred to the Federation? Tandaris Admiran: # Run decryption routines. William Chocox: # Aye sir. ::starts running them:: Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I am always happy to talk about my research with a fellow scientist, I would be happy too. ::Pauses:: As for the artifacts, yes they're held at the Faneol Museum in a special collection. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> I can arrange for you see them, I am sure. Hakran K'hal: @ We would enjoy that very much. Cptn Swain: @Arden> Yes. Cptn Swain: @Ornn> Good, good. I'll send ahead for you. ::Smiles to them:: You sure I can't interest you in some tea? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ::Searches Swain's quarters and office, but finds nothing in the way of physical objects or clues on where he might have gone after leaving the yacht. Wanders back to Indaura.:: Anything on the PADDs? Maryse Dubois: @ ::Reaches in her pocket, she grabs her cylindrical medical scanner and cautiously scans for Swain's bio signature. It's not that she doesn't trust the old man, she just wants to be certain. Continues to look at all the different decorations and objects as she scans.:: Indaura Ryssan: # Just what he may have been reading. A novel I'm not familiar with. This one had technical stuff. No entries on either, just consuming information...or entertainment. Cptn Swain: @Arden> ::catches Maryse scanning:: Actually, we could stay for a cup of tea while you arrange for us to see the artifacts. Tandaris Admiran: # Interesting that he has a folder called "Research" in the first place Tandaris Admiran: # Certainly seems like he's revisiting something. William Chocox: # Seems the most likely explanation. Indaura Ryssan: # Oh, another PADD... hiding from me... Indaura Ryssan: # :: Opens the PADD contents.. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: # ACTION> Chocox's decryption runs and gives them access. The Captain's research mentions 'keystones' that he's been looking for to activate a map of some kind (that leads to what is a mystery) and the search for a particular planet to lead him to specific astrological clues. William Chocox: # I got something! Indaura Ryssan: # Something from Swain to Arden... Looks like an apology Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0304.2018 The Excalibur crew has arrived in orbit of Tellar Minor aboard the USS Lugh, where they believe Captain Swain might be. Two landing teams have been dispatched to the surface, one headed to a signal matching the captain's yacht, while another heads to meet with a Dr. Ornn, a possible lead into Swain's disappearance.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Aboard the USS Lugh, a group of Excalibur crew have been authorized to investigate the disappearance of the Captain Swain. Their first clue is he may have gone to Tellar Minor aboard his yacht. We are entering the system as we pick up. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::it's been a while so he's not swiveling in his chair anymore. he yawns and checks their status:: Entering Tellar Minor system, Captain. Tandaris Admiran: :: on the bridge, monitoring systems:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing research in medical :: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge as well.:: Hunter Matheson: ::he's brushed most of the chips of paint and insulation off the console and out of his chair and is unaware of the pieces in his hair::: Rhan K'hal: :: using what was the communications station since this class is older than dirt, but fond of it anyway :: Hunter Matheson: ::until he feels something moving and gives his hair a swipe::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::At the navigation station:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Rhan:: Have you heard anything more about this Dr. Ornn? Rhan K'hal: It seems that he's retired, sir. I haven't been able to pin him down yet, but it looks like he lives somewhere in the capital. Indaura Ryssan: :: She did not know the Captain well, but even so, had no idea where he'd run of to :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda:: Perhaps we should have a chat with him. The local authorities are still trying to pin down if the yacht has been here or not. Maryse Dubois: ::Has the database open on the console she was using.:: We always seem to be put put in odd circumstances don't we? Rhan K'hal: I'm assuming that's a rhetorical question. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: What about the artifact you mentioned, any luck on that? Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Lugh is given the okay to enter orbit. Hakran K'hal: Based on what little information we have from the log fragments, I haven't been able to match it to anything. Yet. Having to do this so far off the record is making searches into the Federation's Archaeology Council a bit slow. Hunter Matheson: ::tappity tap:: We have permission to enter orbit, ma'am. ::CDR:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Then do so. ::Giving Hunter a nod.:: Scan the area and see if the yacht is in orbit. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Standard? Geosynch? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Standard orbit, Matheson. See if you can pinpoint the location of Ornn, Mister K'hal. He's our only lead at this point. Anything on sensors? Hunter Matheson: Aye, Commander. Standard orbit. ::plugs it in and slips into orbit::: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Now that we're in range I can start making live calls instead of playing message-tag. Maryse Dubois: Oh but those are always fun... You should try it with Starfleet Medical sometime. William Chocox: ::is working on something in Engineering:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowns:: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Is there anything medically speaking that could lead us to the Captain? Maryse Dubois: +Indaura+ It may be a long shot, but see if you can get access to local medical files. Cross reference them with what we have on the Captain. Maybe we will get lucky and he made a stop at a facility. Rhan K'hal: :: tries a live call to one of Ornn's long-time colleagues that so far hasn't responded to his subspace mail :: Cptn Swain: Ghael> +Rhan+ H-hello? Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ Greetings, is this a Ms. Ghael? Cptn Swain: Ghael> +Rhan+ Yes. To whom am I speaking? Hunter Matheson: :::establishing station keeping::: Indaura Ryssan: +Dubois+ Aye Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ My name is Rhan K'hal, thank you for taking my call. My boss has been trying to get in touch with a Dr. Ornn to discuss some of his past work, but I'll be darned if I've been able to find him. Your name came up a number of times though as his assistant for a number of years. I was hoping you might be able to help me get in touch with him? Tandaris Admiran: ::scans for the yacht while they talk:: Cptn Swain: Ghae> +Rhan+ Ornn? Ah, yes. He retired a few years ago, but he has house just outside of Canato. I can give you his address I suppose. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to access the local file medical database :: Hunter Matheson: :::systems check, orbit check, proximity check, stability check::: Hunter Matheson: ::leans back and finishes wiping the chips out of his hair:: Cptn Swain: Ghael> You should get the coordinates now. Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ I very much appreciate it Ms. Ghael. You know these archaeologists, once they put their mind to something it's hard to get them off of it. I for one can't wait to stop hearing "have you found him yet?" :: weary chuckle :: Tandaris Admiran: :: Miranda:: I'm detecting a possible location of the yacht on the surface Cptn Swain: Gheael> +Rhan+ Of course. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the coordinates as they pop onto his screen :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: On the surface? ::Perks up.:: Get us those coordinates and prep a team for transport. Rhan K'hal: +Ghael+ I have the coordinates, ma'am, thank you so much. You have a good :: quick check of the planet map :: evening now. Rhan K'hal: :: terminates the voice call :: How does it compare with my coordinates? Rhan K'hal: :: shares his with Tandy :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The coordinates are proximate but not next door. Tandaris Admiran: They are close but not within walking distance. Rhan K'hal: Well, I suppose he had to find a parking spot like anybody else. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls up information on the area :: Could be staying at a hotel, there are a few in the area. There's also a good tram network in the city. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a few hits, but likely only to hit if someone reports something. Cptn Swain: Arden> Seems like we have two places to check out then. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looks to Miranda:: Rhan K'hal: Whoever hits the yacht should definitely lock it down so he can't use it to go anywhere again. I do not want to play space-tag in this dusty pile of ... starship any longer than necessary. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll be doing that. ::Stands.:: We'll split into two teams. Arden, care to visit the doctor? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::nods:: Hakran, Maryse -- you're with me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up, turning off her console.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Rises from the navigation console and heads towards the lift:: Hakran K'hal: :: rises as well and follows Arden :: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ We’re going on a field trip. Maryse Dubois: ::Follows Arden and Hakran.:: William Chocox: +Admiran+ A field trip? Fun. Cptn Swain: << Two Minute Warning >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Rhan will stay and mind the ship and coordinate our teams. Matheson, you're with me. +Indaura+ Doctor, meet us at the transporter room. We're going planetside. Rhan K'hal: Yeah, someone's gotta stay behind or anyone could just grab the ship and claim salvage rights. Not that *I'd* mind but I suppose the Admiral wouldn't want to lose his extra warehouse. Hunter Matheson: ::grabs his gear, hands helm off to Tork, and follows::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0225.2018 Aboard the USS Lugh, a group of Excalibur crew have been authorized to investigate the disappearance of the Captain Swain. Their first clue is he may have gone to Tellar Minor aboard his yacht. We are entering the system as we pick up.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Our search for Captain Swain has shifted directions and the crew have transferred aboard the USS Lugh -- an aging Miranda-class vessels that had been serving as a parts bin -- to pursue a lead on Tellar Minor, though we're on the clock as the Admiral has indicated he cannot cover for us for more than a few days. We pick up en route. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: Just why are we on this Lugh... again? Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, almost used to the mothball smell, but not used to the goop he still finds here and there:: Maryse Dubois: ::In the mess hall / makeshift sleeping quarters, making sure things are at least set up properly.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::in engineering, coughing because he just breathed in something when he opened a hatch that might not have been opened for several decades:: William Chocox: You ok sir? Tandaris Admiran: I'm ::cough:: fine ::sputter:: No problems ::gag:: here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was on the bridge, frowning. She'd been frowning since first boarding the ship.:: I'm going to have a talk with my parents and make sure I wasn't named for this class of ship. Tandaris Admiran: ::totally unaware his entire face is now covered in a layer of dust:: William Chocox: You may want to wipe your face off sir. William Chocox: ::goes to work on his own issues:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::On the bridge at the Nav station, glances over:: Were your parents in fleet? Tandaris Admiran: ::grabs a cloth:: On the bright side, this ship isn’t in as bad shape as I thought it would be. Hunter Matheson: ::hearing Arden, turns wondering if he's talking to him::: William Chocox: No, it's just really old. Hunter Matheson: ::then spots the XO, shrugs, and swivels back to the loud squeeeeggghhh of the helm chair::: Hunter Matheson: ::cringe:: Tandaris Admiran: Hey, some of us were alive when these ships were still in service. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She flipped on her handheld vacuum device and ran it over the command seat.:: No, they're planetbound. They both nearly fainted when I told them I was going to apply for the Academy. Space makes them edgy. Tandaris Admiran: ::reaches into the access panel, rummages around:: William Chocox: Finding what you're looking for? William Chocox: ::starts working on a panel:: Maryse Dubois: ::Cleans off a counter, then organizes the ration cases.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::yanks out two disconnected cables, reconnects them, plunging the entire room into darkness:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirking, he fiddled with the display a bit:: Sounds like Asher's parents. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the area for the oil can. doesn't find it::: William Chocox: Wrong cable! Indaura Ryssan: :: On the bridge now :: Medical is in a right mess.. I need to check up here if the power to it is right. Tandaris Admiran: ::unplugs the cables, restoring the lights:: Evidently. William Chocox: Thank you. Maryse Dubois: ::Grabbing a small packet, she then leaves the hall, almost getting stopped as the door struggled to open.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we've talked about it at length. Much alcohol was involved. ::She glanced to the doctor.:: I think that medical is going to be useless for you, Doctor. Better that you set up triage in the communal area, if needed. I'd wager that most of the tech was probably stripped and what's left is probably useless. Hunter Matheson: ::bits and pieces continue to drop from the ceiling and he wonders if the doc brought enough antibiotic stuff for the trip::: Tandaris Admiran: ::stands, brushing dust off his clothes again:: Seems like the mothballers already got to this ship before we did, started rewiring the subsystems in preparation for scuttling it. Tandaris Admiran: ::ponders for a moment:: We're going to have to be very careful about what we turn on, or we might end up with a crosswired circuit that blows all our power relays. And we don't exactly have replacements. William Chocox: Explosions bad got it. Tandaris Admiran: Oh well. We're only going to be here for a few days. What's the worst that we could encounter? Tandaris Admiran: ((There, I said it.)) William Chocox: ::glares at him:: Maryse Dubois: ::TL comes to a squeaky halt as she exits the bridge, catching what Miranda said.:: Make sure you pass along to everyone not to wander into unnecessary areas. I only have mostly medkits to work with. William Chocox: Go outside Engineering, turn around three times, curse, and spit. Cptn Swain: Arden> Navigation is a bit of an adventure Hunter Matheson: ::mental note... do not wander::: Hunter Matheson: ::eyes flick toward Arden, then back to his console.. if you can call it that:: William Chocox: Otherwise you'll tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing. Maryse Dubois: Also... ::Opens a packet of fruit snacks, offering some to Miranda.:: It looks like at least one stove works in our sleeping/eating area. So we can at least have warm meals. Maryse Dubois: If you like warm rations that is. Tandaris Admiran: ::begins tearing up several deck plates:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Hopefully the Khals will be able to do some digging for us on this Dr. Ornn. I went ahead and started checking with local authorities to see if the Yacht was docked anywhere, but it will be a bit before we get anything back. William Chocox: ::shakes his head as he looks through the panels:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes a handful with a nod of thanks.:: I'll have engineering seal off the areas that aren't going to be used during this mission. Better if we just button down the hatches. Tandaris Admiran: ::locates the pair of cables he needs, connects them:: Finally! Indaura Ryssan: :: Can't make head or tails of the power going to this sickbay :: Maryse Dubois: ::Puts a hand on the railing, till she realized it was covered with dust. Wipes her hand on her jacket.:: I still think we should have taken a runabout... William Chocox: ::raises his head to look at him and bumps it before looking over at him:: William Chocox: Ow! What did you find? Hunter Matheson: ::bouncing the helm chair, creating a light squeaky rhythm to go with the song in his head:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Even this bucket of bolts is faster than a runabout. And we may need that speed. And whatever weapons we can cobble together. Maryse Dubois: Assuming we can get shields or weapons to work. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: The turbolifts were making a nearly imperceptible whining noise when you rode them to a specific section of Deck 3. Fixed that. Tandaris Admiran: Also, coincidentally, we won't explode now if we push the engines to full impulse. Cptn Swain: Arden> Hopefully we won't need that. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Rolls back a bit in his chair:: William Chocox: I think you buried the lede there sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hopefully. But things don't ever go as they should. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps over to Arden, also offering some fruit snacks.:: At least they hadn't pulled the computer core out yet or this would be more difficult. Tandaris Admiran: Now, I noticed some of the lights were flickering in the abandoned crew quarters we won’t be using ::begins pacing around engineering:: Should be able to fix that too. Hunter Matheson: ::begins to hum, still bouncing lightly:: William Chocox: Why worry about it? William Chocox: We're not going to be using them. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Takes some of the snacks:: Not bad Tandaris Admiran: We want our shields to work though. Hunter Matheson: ::then catches a piece of the ceiling and tosses it in a bin that's almost full::: William Chocox: And the lights are necessary for that? Tandaris Admiran: Maybe? ::shrugs:: Won't know until we try! Ah! Look at the age of this ODN junction. It's at least forty years out of date. Classic. Tandaris Admiran: ::gives the junction a solid thump:: They don't build 'em like they used to. ::smile falls as the magic smoke escapes from the junction:: Er. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Pulling out a canteen of water:: Why do I get the feeling Tandaris is enjoying this a little too much. William Chocox: You let the smoke out! William Chocox: And they made you chief engineer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Taking a seat, she pulled her PADD into her lap and began reviewing the sensor checks they'd done of the ship.:: Things aren't so dire... I mean... not as bad as they could be. Tandaris Admiran: No one "made" me chief engineer. Tandaris Admiran: I just survived. William Chocox: That's a scarier thought. Hunter Matheson: ::bounce... bounce... hum... squee... bounce... bounce... hum... squee....:: (w) come 'n get your love.... ::bounce squee::: Hunter Matheson: ::snag ceiling, toss, repeat:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw a look at Arden.:: You called it when you talked about the crazy engineers. He thrives in chaos. Maryse Dubois: ::Giggles.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: It really is a habit of Asher's. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Glad someone is having a good time. ::Glancing at Matheson bouncing in his chair.:: Hunter Matheson: ::lost in his own world, checking things, catching pieces of the ceiling as they peel off and fall close to the console, and listening to the squee of his chair while he hums:: Hunter Matheson: ::figures he should have brought a rubber ball or something to bounce against the wall, but maybe the ball would go right through it?::: Hunter Matheson: Eh... ::bounce squee::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  7. SD 0218.2018 Our search for Captain Swain has shifted directions and the crew have transferred aboard the USS Lugh -- an aging Miranda-class vessels that had been serving as a parts bin -- to pursue a lead on Tellar Minor, though we're on the clock as the Admiral has indicated he cannot cover for us for more than a few days. We pick up en route.
  8. MISSION BRIEF: Commanders Cormoran and Hawthorne have returned from the station with news and have gathered the important people (y'all) on the bridge for an update. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is leaned up against a wall:: Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, waiting for the scuttle to butt :: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge, sitting at a console.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::With Miranda on the bridge, studiously avoiding sitting in his husbands chair:: Tandaris Admiran: :: hanging, as they say, out:: Hunter Matheson: ::Helm, trying not to cave it in::: Hakran K'hal: :: at the science station, sitting and waiting patiently :: Indaura Ryssan: :: On the bridge helping with the medical portion of the investigation : Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced about, noting that everyone was gathered and then nodded to Arden.:: Rhan K'hal: :: tail swoops around :: Cptn Swain: Arden> Thank you all for coming. The Commander and I have spoken with Vice-Admiral Lukal. William Chocox: ::raises eyebrow:: Hunter Matheson: :::watching, listening:: Cptn Swain: Arden> The Admiral agrees that the Captain of one of the lead ships in this sector going missing is worthy of further investigation. ::Glances to Miranda:: William Chocox: (m) About time the higher ups know what's going on. Rhan K'hal: :: resists the urge to use the 24th Century equivalent of "well, duh" but only barely :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: He has also agreed to keep this information quiet for the time being. He knows, but the rest of the universe doesn't have to... yet. Hunter Matheson: ::can't believe he's hearing this:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: With his permission, we have been allowed to formally investigate while the Excalibur's repairs are completed. Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Hunter Matheson: ::sounds like typical head shed:: Cptn Swain: Arden> I've been allowed to accompany you on detached duty as well. Rhan K'hal: Because if he told you no, you'd detach yourself anyway. Nice to see we have an admiral with some common sense. Rhan K'hal: :: stretches his fingers, eager to get on with gettin' on :: Hunter Matheson: TDY, sir? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: So, that's the extent to the relatively good news. Maryse Dubois: And...here's where it turns. Cptn Swain: Arden> As you can imagine, with keeping this mission relatively under the radar the Admiral couldn't just give us ::points in a general direction:: a ship someone might miss. Nor could he allocate resources to complete Excalibur in time for us to depart in a reasonable fashion. William Chocox: So...? Indaura Ryssan: :: Not feeling well herself :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Will and Tandy particular looks.:: You'll have fun with this one. William Chocox: I get to blow something up? Rhan K'hal: :: aside to Maryse :: You might want to stock up on antihistamines, I have a feeling there's going to be dust involved. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looks at Will with a cocked eye:: Are all of the engineers Asher has working for him always crazy? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hakran K'hal: Yes. Rhan K'hal: Yes. Cptn Swain: Arden> This is like a lifelong affliction. William Chocox: You might be right, I might be crazy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: With one exception -- me. ::Arms crossed over her chest.:: William Chocox: But it just might be a lunatic you're looking for. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda, with a grin:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Crazy is likely good for this. So, Mister K'hal if you wouldn't mind pull up the following coordinates. I'd like to show you all our ride... ::glances to Miranda:: with the Commander's permission? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slight nod to Arden.:: Of course. Rhan K'hal: :: angles an ear in curiosity, pulls up the coordinates and pulls them up on the front in holo mode :: Rhan K'hal: :: angles his whole head as the sensors focus on the ride :: Tandaris Admiran: :: regards the ship that comes on screen with skepticism:: William Chocox: ::swears under his breath:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> On screen, a picture of darkened Miranda-class vessel floats in orbit of a small asteroid on the perimeter of the system. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes into a crooked grin::: Cptn Swain: Arden> May I introduce you to the USS Lugh. William Chocox: How long has that been on mothballs? Rhan K'hal: I didn't think there were any left outside the Starfleet ship museum. They don't even use them in the holo-training anymore. Cptn Swain: Arden> She's been serving as a parts depot for a while now. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts to chuckle, but cuts herself short.:: Do I need to pack tetanus shots too? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The good news is that her warp core is still operational. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The bad news is that her creature comforts are.... lacking. Cptn Swain: Arden> You all might want to bring along some sleeping bags. Most of the crew quarters have been stripped of, well, everything. Including life support modules. Tandaris Admiran: :: looks at Chocox:: Better pack more equipment William Chocox: ::blinks:: No kidding. Rhan K'hal: Does the shuttlebay work? We may want a few modern ones to, you know, outstrip the entire computing capability it might have had in its heyday. Hakran K'hal: Not to mention for the sensors. Cptn Swain: Arden> The shuttle bay does not have force-field generators. William Chocox: Oh joy. Cptn Swain: Arden> I believe they're currently aboard the ::thinks for a moment:: USS Cairo? William Chocox: Maybe we can find them and steal the generators back. Rhan K'hal: :: scratches head :: I know we're doing this on the down-low, but honestly there isn't a runabout the station could spare? This isn't exactly the boonies. Cptn Swain: Arden> Not without raising a few eyebrows. Besides, a runabout would be pretty cramped with all of us aboard. Rhan K'hal: I've slept on Hakran before, I can sleep on him again. William Chocox: How did he feel about the situation? Hakran K'hal: :: reaches over and whacks Rhan over the head with a PADD :: William Chocox: I think that answers that question. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances back to Miranda:: Anyway, as we mentioned before, the Admiral is willing to give us some time to find Asher on our own. But it is only 'some time.' Rhan K'hal: :: sigh :: Well damn the 4 star accommodations, full speed ahead. Assuming the impulse engines aren't on the Cairo too. Indaura Ryssan: :: Still working on the bridge, engrossed in her work :: William Chocox: Wouldn't that be a pain in the butt. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: As I said, creature comforts. The Lugh's current specs have been sent to your PADDs. Study up and make the necessary adjustments to make it livable for this short mission. We are leaving within two hours. William Chocox: Aye sir. Hunter Matheson: Commander? ::waits for her attn:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, Matheson? Maryse Dubois: I think we'd be better off using the runabouts. Hunter Matheson: What's going to be the story for our absence from the station? Hunter Matheson: TDY, fixing up an aging, broken down... antique? Rhan K'hal: :: aside, NIP :: I do hope Captain Swain has a good explanation for this, because if he doesn't there's going to be a line forming behind him holding blunt instruments. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That is up to the Admiral. The usual is something about a training mission. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls his padd out from under his console, pulls up the specs, or lack thereof :: A very, very blunt instrument. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Miranda:: I am going to collect a few things for the mission. I'll meet you on the Lugh in an hour? Hakran K'hal: :: looking things over, decides that he might as well link some tricorders on the outer hull rooms and he'd probably have better scientific instruments - jots down notes to steal a few dozen :: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a buzz at his waist, pulls up his padd and begins to read:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded again and then looked to the others.:: Any other questions? Tandaris Admiran: :: Chocox:: Gather the last of our supplies and report to the Lugh . I want a full systems report ASAP Rhan K'hal: Oh for the love of cheese and crackers, LCARS 2.1, really? :: holds his chest :: My heart... William Chocox: Aye sir. ::hears Rhan:: I'm sorry what? Rhan K'hal: :: dead eyes :: Two. Point. One. Cptn Swain: ( You're lucky it has LCARS, bucky ) Cptn Swain: ( *rattles dice* ) Maryse Dubois: ::smirks.:: Hakran K'hal: :: rolls his eyes and flips his tail at his brother's dramatics :: Hunter Matheson: ::paging through the specs for this... ship?:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I expect more action and less grousing. It's this or nothing. William Chocox: ::walks back towards Engineering to get the vastly expanded list of supplies ready:: Hunter Matheson: ::headscratch, wondering how the hell this was going to work::: Hunter Matheson: :::looks to list... then Excal helm... then the list... then the helm's underbelly with a partially open access panel... to the list::: Rhan K'hal: Operations officers are excellent multi-taskers, Commander. We can work and grouse at the same time. :: and he is, too as he speaks :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: Nah.. not compatible... Cptn Swain: (( At least I picked an easy name to spell this time! )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So long as you're working. I'll be on the Lugh if I'm needed before departure. ::She headed for the lift.:: Rhan K'hal: If we don't mind communal living we can use the crew's mess as a dormitory. Would save a lot of work. Rhan K'hal: Also, the officer's mess should be able to be... manhandled into the late 24th Century. Hunter Matheson: ::snort:: Wouldn't be the first time for me, sir. ::Rhan:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Hunter :: I'm sure you won't miss your quarters on the Excal a bit then, Gunny. Hunter Matheson: ::snorts into a chuckle:: Oh, I'll miss 'em, Sir. But it'll be just like I was transferred to the old grind. Just wondering what bag I should bring - Sea, Air, Ship to Ship, ice… Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. SD 0211.2018 Commanders Cormoran and Hawthorne have returned from the station with news and have gathered the important people (y'all) on the bridge for an update.
  10. SD 0204.2018 Captain Swain is missing, but we seem to have uncovered a few clues. We continue our preliminary search for evidence this week on EXCALIBUR.
  11. SD 0128.2018 Asher Swain is missing. The Crew of the Excalibur and his husband, Commander Arden Cormoran are quietly beginning a search for him while docked at Starbase 39 Tango.
  12. SD 0121.2018 Commander Arden Cormoran has delivered news that Captain Swain is missing. He and Commander Hawthorne have decided to quietly begin searching for him, opting against telling Command for fears that he will be listed AWOL and the search be taken out of Excalibur's hands. We pick up with the search beginning.
  13. MISSION BRIEF: Captain Swain is missing, but we seem to have uncovered a few clues. We continue our preliminary search for evidence this week on EXCALIBUR. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in stellar cartography, piecing together what Swain had been working on down here prior to his disappearance - has just pulled a fragment of a file on the USS Pei Xiu :: Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, looking over Starfleet's files on the systems Avenar, Selliak and Tellas :: Tandaris Admiran: ::on the bridge at the engineering station, interfacing with the starbase computer to use its resources:: William Chocox: ::is back in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::bridge, sitting at helm, thinking for once::: Tandaris Admiran: I've established a link with the station computer to borrow some of its processing power. It will still be a little slow, but it will be faster than we've been used to lately. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Getting a cup of tea on the bridge:: Hakran K'hal: :: notes that there are a more than a few file fragments, figures these must've been deleted by the Captain as well as everything else he's been working on - however the database upgrades he had his brother perform after officially taking over as chief science officer seems to have foiled the attempts at complete wipes :: Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Has anyone checked his quarters? Rhan K'hal: Anything will help, a random mouse could probably out-process us at the moment. Rhan K'hal: I'm sure Commander Arden had that part under control, Gunny. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Yes, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: frowns, unable to do much more than look at the small fragments he's seeing :: William Chocox: +Admiran+ Commander, what do you want me to do now? Hunter Matheson: Where else, or how else would he leave things behind in case they carted him off? Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ I want you to begin packing. Hakran K'hal: +Bridge+ K'hal to bridge, I may have found something down here, but it's very fragmentary. I'm going to need some file reconstruction at the very least. William Chocox: +Admiran+ Engineering stuff or personal affects? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::lifts a brow at the comm, over his tea:: Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ What's up, bro? Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Engineering stuff. The good stuff, if you can fit it into reasonable-sized boxes. I'm not sure how much room we'll have. Hakran K'hal: +Bridge+ I have a fragment of a file Swain had accessed during his time down here. Something about an archaeological excavation on Tellas Minor. There are a number of other fragments. He definitely tried deleting this stuff but your upgrades helped to save some of it, Rhan. Indaura Ryssan: :: on the bridge :: William Chocox: +Admiran+ On it sir. ::starts packing whatever he can:: Rhan K'hal: :: rubs chin thoughtfully :: +Hakran+ I'll talk with Commander Admiran, see what we can come up with considering our hardware limitations at the moment. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to the spotted one, waiting for him to finish what he's doing :: Tandaris Admiran: ::K'hal:: Does Other K'hal have something? Rhan K'hal: :: gives him the cliff notes version, then adds :: That narrows down where your beacon was pointing to. Looks like we need to go to Tellas. Assuming we could go anywhere. Rhan K'hal: But it would be nice to have the same info the Captain apparently had. Not sure how much more we can get out of it here. And there's nothing to say that this information is easily available through normal channels. Tandaris Admiran: ::nods:: One problem at a time. Let's see if we can figure out why he shied off to Tellas... or was taken there against his will. Cptn Swain: Arden> Tellas Minor? Rhan K'hal: Yes, sir, that's what Hakran said was in the log fragment. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowns over his tea:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks at what Hakran sent up :: From the Chief Science Officer of a USS Pei Xiu, Stardate 42445.72. Tandaris Admiran: Now that we know what we're looking for, I can refine the file recovery program to prioritize related data. Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the bridge, walking over to Rhan.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::begins tweaking the heuristics:: Hakran K'hal: :: slowly working on the next fragment - and hating every moment of it; is a physicist, not an IT tech :: Rhan K'hal: :: nods to Maryse :: Making progress... slowly. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: Asher was looking at his own logs? Rhan K'hal: :: blinks :: If he was the C-Sci of the Pei Xiu on that stardate, apparently yes. Tandaris Admiran: +Hakran+ Admiran to Science K'hal. It looks like you're trying to reconstruct deleted files. Would you like some help with that? Hunter Matheson: ::listening in on the bridge chat:: Cptn Swain: Arden> He was Chief Science officer on the Pei Xiu for about four years. Hakran K'hal: +Tandaris+ By all the quantum fields in the universe, yes. Maryse Dubois: Good. Did we have any luck getting station bio scans? William Chocox: What am I going to need? Tandaris Admiran: +Hakran+ Sending you a tailored file recovery program that should latch on to any data related to the Pei Xiu or Tellas Minor. As it recovers more and more data, it should get faster and faster at finding related files. It won't get you everything, but you should be able to restore more of the deleted logs. Rhan K'hal: We did, and he didn't go on the station from the looks of it. Took the Llamrei right out of its berth and snuck off. Whether on his own or under persuasion we don't know yet. William Chocox: ::starts trying to make decisions based on what can fit while being useful, maybe for more than one use as well:: Hakran K'hal: +Tandaris+ Thank you, Commander, I'll see what we can see. Try to figure out what's so interesting about this excavation. Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ :: chimes in:: FYI, bro. Those are Swain's own logs apparently, according to Commander Arden. Tandaris Admiran: +Hakran+ An excavation? As in some kind of archaeological dig? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::to NOIP:: Now why he'd be looking at files from Tellas Minor is a good question. Hakran K'hal: +Tandaris+ :: frowns at this tidbit from Rhan, then answers Tandy :: First log entry starts out, and I quote: "We have arrived in orbit of Tellas Minor where we will be assisting both local authorities and the Federation Archaeology Council in the excavation of some unusual ruins on the planet’s western continent." Tandaris Admiran: Hmm. Rhan K'hal: :: Arden :: Nothing spectacular about it sir, or is it an off-limits type of thing? Tandaris Admiran: ::Maryse, Indaura:: Doctors, are you busy at the moment? Indaura Ryssan: I am not Admiran. Hakran K'hal: :: takes the Admiran File Restorer v0.1 and starts to apply it to the fragments as he finds them :: Tandaris Admiran: It might help if someone checks the Federation News Service for anything related to Tellas Minor. Cptn Swain: Arden> Nothing that I know of, to be honest. He's never even mentioned that mission as far as I remember. We were on a bit of a... a bit of break. Tandaris Admiran: If the captain has returned there now, connected to an archaeological mission years ago, maybe there has been a development that made the news. Rhan K'hal: :: compassionate kitty face :: Understood, sir. Tandaris Admiran: ::Maryse, Indaura:: Maybe the two of you could look for anything interesting in that area. Hunter Matheson: ::puzzled expression, super skeptical::: Maryse Dubois: It would be too easy if we could just track the Llamrei. ::Look to Tandy, nods.:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks at the doctors :: Now that *I* have a program for. I'll set you up on the port auxiliaries. :: tappity tap tap :: Tandaris Admiran: ::everyone:: I think there's one other possibility we have to consider. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::over his tea:: Yes? Maryse Dubois: ::Takes a seat by Rhan and starts searching.:: Tandaris Admiran: This data on Tellas Minor could be a red herring, planted either by Swain or by kidnappers. Rhan K'hal: Purple cod? Or was that red herring... I always get the fish sayings confused because my stomach chimes in. Hunter Matheson: ::Arden:: Sir, there are too many things that are not adding up here. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: William Chocox: Hey! I need that tool, You can use this one. William Chocox: ::takes a tool from a random enlisted man:: Maryse Dubois: ::Begins a search on news files that involve Tellas Minor.:: Hakran K'hal: :: manages to finesse some of the next file fragment :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helps Dubois :: Cptn Swain: Arden> That's possible, Commander. ::Looks to Hunter:: Hmm? Hunter Matheson: Well, sir... Hunter Matheson: One, why would the captain sneak off to an archaeological dig without telling someone where he was going? Hunter Matheson: Two, if it was super secret, why did he tell someone he was leaving and would be back, then not show or send a message? Hunter Matheson: Three, I doubt there would be anything in any news string if it’s something he wants to keep secret. Tandaris Admiran: Maybe he's a brainwashed sleeper agent and he received an activation code that put him into a trance-like state. Tandaris Admiran: ::has been reading too many murder romance technical manuals lately:: Hunter Matheson: ::blank stare at Admiran::: Hakran K'hal: +Bridge+ Okay, got a bit more. Seems there was some tension between the Fed Archaeology council led by a Dr. Ornn, and the local association. Apparently the Pei Xiu was there to mediate as much to help digging. Hunter Matheson: Just doesn't add up, sir. Hunter Matheson: Too many variables. Rhan K'hal: :: glad for the break in the conversation, latches on to what Hakran said :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::dryly:: If it did add up, do you think I would have involved all of you in it? William Chocox: ((And miles to go before I sleep.)) Hunter Matheson: No, sir. And that's another point. Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ Good digging bro, I'll add Dr. Ornn to our variable mix and see what we can coax out on him, he could be involved for all we know. Hunter Matheson: Why are we looking for him? Hunter Matheson: We have a whole lot of suspicions, but nothing to base them on except that he didn't show or call home. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Blinks:: Cptn Swain: Arden> I mean, if you'd rather go back to whatever it was you were doing, feel free. I am not your commanding officer. Hunter Matheson: What if it's a distraction? What if we're being made to focus on one thing and not see something else? Tandaris Admiran: I, for one, was incredibly bored before you brought this problem to us. I was about to contemplate building a new secret project. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Blinks again:: A distraction from what, exactly? Hunter Matheson: No, sir. Not suggesting that, sir. I mean, we're all concerned about the captain. A distraction from something we're not seeing? Kind of like the forest for the trees? Hunter Matheson: Not sure, sir. It's nagging at my gut, sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Quietly, but Rhan can hear her.:: I'm not finding anything yet... Tandaris Admiran: If we find the captain, maybe he can tell us what he is a distraction from. Rhan K'hal: Ahem. :: loudly :: Do I need to be the stuffed-shirt in the room to start quoting regulations about command level personnel and how they're not supposed to just disappear without logging in because of the knowledge inside their head? Not to mention regulations on taking yachts out? Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Maryse :: Hunter Matheson: Hell, it could be something as simple as his yacht, and not him. William Chocox: ::keeps putting more boxes together.:: Maryse Dubois: How far away is Tellas Minor from here? Hunter Matheson: ::decides to shut up and mind his own business, but it's still in his gut::: Rhan K'hal: In our ship's condition, a long damn way away. A pleasant jaunt for a yacht or a runabout though. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods to Rhan:: I assumed that was at least partially Commander Hawthorne's reason for looking into this. Obviously, mine is personal. Rhan K'hal: It's personal for us too, Commander. Maryse Dubois: Then why not take a runabout to check it out? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smiles:: I appreciate that as well, Rhan. Hunter Matheson: ::leaning his elbows on the helm console, his head in his hands, frustrated::: Rhan K'hal: I think the station might notice if most of the pips on this ship were suddenly unavailable for comment, Doc. As of now, I'm not sure how Commander Hawthorne wants to handle that part of it. Maryse Dubois: Seriously. We aren't having much luck with our search here. We can send a couple people to the planet, while others remain on board to search other leads. Hakran K'hal: :: as frustrated as he is with his current progress, would be even happier to know he's missing the tensions on the bridge :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Bites his lip:: I didn't want to involve station brass, but this is the best evidence we have so far about where he may have gone. Indaura Ryssan: Would increase our odds. Cptn Swain: Arden> Have Commander Hawthorne meet me on the station in half an hour. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Will do, Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: sends off a message to Miranda to that effect :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::dumps his tea in the fresher and heads off to the TL:: Hunter Matheson: ::corrupt files... excavating Tellas Minor... yacht... Excal... things under repair... missing captain:::: Rhan K'hal: I do agree with you, Doc, but we'll have to think about that carefully, and it does potentially put one or both of the Commander's sensitive parts in the wringer. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::enters the bridge:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods to Augustin :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Did I miss Commander Cormoran? Hunter Matheson: ::unusual ruins::: Hakran K'hal: :: gets something on the third fragment :: +Bridge+ Third fragment expands more on the turf war between the Feds and the locals on the artifacts. New data point, a then Commander Seclair, assuming her to be the XO of the P-X. Rhan K'hal: Just, sir. Hakran K'hal: +Bridge+ No data to confirm other than the familiarity with which she is mentioned. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Rhan K'hal: +Hakran+ Nice work. How's the Commander's recovery program working? I may have to steal it if it's any good. Hunter Matheson: ::Tellas Minor... Tellas...he leans back, shaking his head while he thinks:: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ For the love of... K'hal OUT. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: He gets grumpy doing computer work. If we didn't look almost like clones I'd wonder if we were really related. Rhan K'hal: :: adds Seclair to the search parameters, but even borrowing station processing power the going is slow :: Hunter Matheson: ::shakes his head, chuckling::: Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: No.. no way. ::smirks, going back to work on the console::: Maryse Dubois: ::Giggles as she continues trying to search.:: Rhan K'hal: :: hops up, goes over to quietly fill in Augustin about the developments :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::nods as Khal catches him upto date:: We did a more formal sweep of the Captain's quarters. Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as criminal activity goes and no anomalous entries in the door logs. Hunter Matheson: :::grabs a stylus and begins flipping, then swivels to Rahn and waits:: Rhan K'hal: That doesn't surprise me. Seems like the only snippets of info he left behind were in stellar cartography, and that's because he wasn't aware of the improvements I made to science's databases. Cptn Swain: Augustin> One of my people did find this though... ::produces PADD with some notes on it, including some star charts and data:: I can't make heads or tails of it. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the PADD, vacuuming in the knowledge in his head :: Computer, bring up sector star chart, centered on Tellas :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  14. MISSION BRIEF: Asher Swain is missing. The Crew of the Excalibur and his husband, Commander Arden Cormoran are quietly beginning a search for him while docked at Starbase 39 Tango. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::On the bridge between helm and the Brother's K'Hal:: Hunter Matheson: :::paging through piles of data::: William Chocox: (M) How can he just vanish? Rhan K'hal: :: doing something useful with his brother still, presumably :: Hunter Matheson: :::blinks, looks up, then remembers what CDR Augustin said::: Hunter Matheson: ::pages back to the flight deck, then looks at his console::: Hunter Matheson: Sir? ::Augustin::: William Chocox: +Admiran+ Chocox for Commander Admiran. Indaura Ryssan: :: In sickbay :: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Yessss? William Chocox: +Admiran+ I can’t find any trace of the captain’s biometrics on the station. Like, at all. Tandaris Admiran: ::stops what he was doing:: +Chocox+ At all? Cptn Swain: Augustin> Hmm? Hunter Matheson: I'm remembering two things you said... Hunter Matheson: One was about the techs bouncing in and out for repairs... Hunter Matheson: The other...about the captain's yacht? The database says it's docked, but exterior visual says it's gone. Not exactly regular, sir, unless it was taken out for repairs? William Chocox: +Admiran+ At. All. Neither hide nor hair. Hunter Matheson: But then it would show as not docked, right, sir? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Lifts brow:: I didn't think any of the shuttles were docked right now? Hunter Matheson: ::mutters, on second thought:: Unless they're working on it and there's a glitch. Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ That should be suspicious. Is that suspicious? Cptn Swain: Augustin> I thought they'd moved everything over to the station while redoing the hanger deck. BUt it should show that on the record. Hunter Matheson: Well, sir. There's no record of the yacht leaving. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances to Rhan:: Can you check station side for us. Hunter, why don't you head down and check it out for sure. Rhan K'hal: That's not necessarily surprising. Engineers aren't always picky about their paperwork. Hunter Matheson: And... :::taps rapidly on his console, then swivels back:: Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: But the computer should still know. Let me look at the actual records. William Chocox: +Admiran+ I certainly find it suspicious. Hunter Matheson: ::resets the console, then bolts for the lift:: Shuttle bay. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls up the data for the yacht, goes through it in fast forward :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Exiting the Captain's Ready Room where Arden was still sifting through the Swain's personal logs, Miranda walked into the bridge to take the center seat. Blinks as Hunter darts off.:: What's that about? ::to the bridge crew.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Might have a lead ma'am. Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ I've tried to track the captain's last readings on the ship, but the overhaul of our computer systems has affected the sensor logs. Hakran K'hal: I suppose the Captain would be one of the few people to actively thing about using the yacht. I forget it's down there most of the time. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters progressively louder :: Hunter Matheson: :::deep breaths on the way down, slow the heart rate, look cool as the lift door opens::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What sort of lead? William Chocox: +Admiran+ That would explain a lack of our records, but not the station. Rhan K'hal: :: starts flipping between memory sectors through a certain time frame :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> The Captain Yacht appears to be missing, though it's registered as being on the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: bumps his brother out of the way without ceremony and starts another analysis on the next console :: Hunter Matheson: ::checks the area for techs doing their thing, grins, then stages a convo saying he needs a break and thought he'd take a look at the shuttles, just to keep up to speed::: Hakran K'hal: Oof. :: rubs his ribs, grouses :: You still have damn pointy elbows. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, that would explain how he left, but not why he left. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::K'hal:: I mean with a name like Llamrei, can you blame anyone for not wanting to use it. Hakran K'hal: :: looks back to Augustin and nods :: Tell me about it, I swear whoever comes up with these names is mental. Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ Unless he never went to the station, which means he left from the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: going back and forth between the two consoles, and now bringing his padd to bear :: Hunter Matheson: ::and they shrug, go about their business, except the shuttles aren't there, and guess what... no captain's yacht either.. but he wanders a bit, poking here and there::: Tandaris Admiran: +Chocox+ I'm going to the bridge to update Commander Hawthorne. Return to engineering. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears about someone missing while she cleaned sickbay :: Hunter Matheson: :::goes to a mostly empty area and calls super secret squirrel quiet into his com:: +COM+ Yacht is gone. William Chocox: +Admiran+ Aye sir. ::heads that way:: Rhan K'hal: There are definitely corrupted memory sectors on our computers that's covering the yacht, and they correspond to when our external sensors were down for maintenance. Clever son of a phaser. Hunter Matheson: ::then he wanders toward the techs to ask if any of the shuttles will be back soon, and they don't seem to know, they're more absorbed in getting their work done so they can get a cold one on the station::: Tandaris Admiran: ::makes his way to the bridge:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Lifts a brow:: Hunter Matheson: ::he asks about the yacht and they shrug:: Hunter Matheson: ::gives them a thanks, then hops into the lift:: Bridge. Rhan K'hal: With your permission Commander, I'm going fishing a little bit deeper into 39 Tango's system than even Commander El Tahir has given me free reign with. Rhan K'hal: Well, I'd probably still do it without your permission but I thought I'd ask for a change. Hunter Matheson: ::in the lift, his expression changes and he steps out, not happy::: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the bridge:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned.:: Contact Medical and send them down to where the yacht was parked and have them sweep the consoles there for Swain's DNA. I want to know if he corrupted the files or if someone did it to cover up an abduction. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Smiles thinly at K'hal.:: Thanks, that saves me the trouble of your court martial. Hunter Matheson: ::and catches the convo on the bridge::: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles, gets to work, nudges his brother :: Hunter Matheson: ::rounds those talking and flops into his helm chair::: Hakran K'hal: Oh fine. Don't expect me to explain it to mother. Hakran K'hal: +Medical+ Lt K'hal to Sickbay. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That was fast. ::Noting Hunter's return. She glanced at Tandaris as he arrived.:: News? Rhan K'hal: :: starts going through the station's sensor records that would cover a yacht exit from the Excalibur :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hawthorne:: There is zero sign of Swain on the station. Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ Sickbay here Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Then he left from the ship. His yacht is missing and the files have been corrupted. Perhaps you and your team can rectify that? Hunter Matheson: ::wants to pound some techie heads together, but figures they out rank him and it doesn't look good on the resume::: Hakran K'hal: +Indaura+ Doctor, we need a DNA scan of the consoles around the Captain's Yacht dock. Bring the results straight up to the bridge, please. Hunter Matheson: ::corrupted::: Hunter Matheson: ::begins to check the helm console, inside out::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I also want to know if we can remotely activate the homing beacon on the Captain's yacht. Indaura Ryssan: +K'hal+ I'll bring my kit. Make sure no one touches anything. Tandaris Admiran: We can try, but Excalibur's computer facilities are ... lacking. I'll try to borrow compute cycles from the starbase. Hakran K'hal: +Indaura+ Thank you, Doctor. Indaura Ryssan: :: gets her kit and heads towards the CY dock :: Tandaris Admiran: Again, we can try, although it would be trivial for Swain to disable it. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Miranda:: Any luck in his personal files? Hakran K'hal: :: heads off to oversee that himself, as he's about as useful as a porcupine in a bouncy castle at the moment :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not as of yet. Commander Cormoran is still sifting, though. He's working his way backward. Indaura Ryssan: :: Arrives at the Captain's Yacht dock and sets up a scanner :: Hunter Matheson: ::slips under the console again, pulling all the plugs and checking the chips::: Hakran K'hal: :: takes the lift down and arrives shortly after Indaura :: Hello, Doctor. I'll stand here and look stern while you're working. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I refuse to believe that the Captain is smarter than my engineering staff when it comes to matters of engineering. ::She eyed Tandy.:: You'll think of something. Cptn Swain: Augustin> I'd like permission to look through his quarters as well. I understand Commander Cormoran's concerns, but with due respect to the Commander, he's not a security officer. Tandaris Admiran: ::Miranda:: Well, I’m guessing he wouldn’t know to disable the secret backup device. Rhan K'hal: :: working flat-eared and still in muttering mode as he filters through record after record of the the station's data while trying to keep the red flag waving to a minimum :: Hunter Matheson: ::blinks, looks up at the "secret backup drive"::: Hunter Matheson: ::blows out a breath then continues his work::: Tandaris Admiran: But it's designed to go undetected, so its signal will be very diffuse. It'll only give us a general region. ::accessing the subspace transceiver:: Rhan K'hal: :: that earned Tandy an ear-redirect, proving again that he can multitask in a lot of ways :: Cptn Swain: << I think we get to roll the dice on this one. Tandy give me a number 1-100 >> Rhan K'hal: :: bemusedly :: When I go off-duty, I'm scanning my quarters. Hakran K'hal: :: gets to say "move along" with a stern look and crossed arms a few times as a few station service personnel walk by :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: You'll never find it. ::She told Rhan absently.:: Tandaris Admiran: ((23)) Tandaris Admiran: ::K'hal:: Why would I put a homing beacon in your quarters? I haven't finished designing the cabin ejection system, so they don't yet separate from the ship. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans are done :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Takes down her equipment and heads to the bridge :: Hakran K'hal: :: comes along with Indaura :: Get much? Rhan K'hal: There. I'll be damned if he didn't time that well, I only got a couple of frames as it emerges from behind one of the large resupply vessels, but there's the Llamrei poofing out of the picture. :: puts them on up on the main :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Down in the cargo bay, there are faint traces of Swain's DNA near the primary console and where it was parked. They are fragmented however, as it appears someone has been using a fairly strong cleaner on the floor. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Plot some possible headings from that. He could have changed directions, of course, but it would give us a place to start looking. Tandaris Admiran: Ah-hah, I'm getting a pingback from the beacon. Like I said, the signal is diffuse. ::puts the results up on the main screen:: It puts the Llamrei in the vicinity of three star systems: Avenar, Selliak, and Tellas. Rhan K'hal: :: sends along the highest definition data along to Hunter for that :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Well, DNA can stay around for some time, so the computer had to separate and date them Hunter Matheson: ::hears "plot" and decides he'd better get his act together so he slips the chips back in and comes out from under the helm console::: Indaura Ryssan: I have a local copy as well as one the computer is hammering. Hakran K'hal: :: nods, exits the bridge :: Feel free to use my console, Doctor. We're looking for Captain Swain's DNA, but if there's anything fresh of someone else's we'll need that too. Hunter Matheson: ::glad he didn't touch anything::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks the progress of the findings :: Rhan K'hal: :: puts those systems into the computer to see what significance they might have :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Exits the Ready Room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to rise as the ready room doors opened and then caught herself with a sigh. Force of habit.:: Commander, find anything? Tandaris Admiran: ::has sent instructions to Chocox to try piecing together the corrupted files, but is worried the slow computer performance will make that a thankless task:: Hunter Matheson: :: thinking back on the techs in the bay, but they were fairly laid back, didn't look suspicious::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowns:: Nothing usable yet. William Chocox: ::receives the message with a sigh and gets to work:: Hunter Matheson: :::power::: Hakran K'hal: Would he have any reason, beyond professional interest, of spending a lot of time in stellar cartography? He was spending a lot of time there during our last mission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, we've discovered that his yacht is missing and have a general location of where it might be. But that's a lot of space to cover. Hunter Matheson: ::vessels need power, so...:::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: That's more than we had a few hours ago. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Khal:: Not that I know of, he didn't mention any thing in his logs either. Which is unusual, if he was working on something. Cptn Swain: Arden> He tends to usually talk to himself about whatever he's working on. Hunter Matheson: ::decides to listen to the convo instead::: Hakran K'hal: I generally kept everyone out of his way while he was down there, but I'll ask some of the astros if they overheard anything. I'll also see if I can piece together what he was working on to see if it's relevant. Indaura Ryssan: To whom am I to report my DNA scan findings? :: to anyone on the bridge :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Notes Indaura's arrival with the other K'hal.:: Doctor. ::Gestures her over.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What did you find? Hakran K'hal: :: takes a step, but stops to hear what Indaura has to report :: Indaura Ryssan: Commander... :: Hands her a PADD :: There were traces of his DNA on the console. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward Arden:: Sir, if he went anywhere different... I mean out of the ordinary... he might have to take a different set of clothes, or different supplies. Any way to find out if he did? Tandaris Admiran: ::making a note to himself regarding "cabin ejection systems" while he waits for a search tree to compile:: Cptn Swain: Arden> I'll look in his quarters... he didn't take anything from mine. Hakran K'hal: :: nods, points to Rhan :: I'm heading down to stelcart - keep me apprised. Rhan K'hal: :: waves in acknowledgement while he continues to try to find out anything of interest about the systems the signal may have come from :: Indaura Ryssan: There are also sizable amounts of a sodium hypochlorite mixture Rhan K'hal: :: actually stops, lifts his head :: That's pretty strong stuff to use for cleaning consoles. Indaura Ryssan: I would no inhale it, no. Tandaris Admiran: Is it just me, or does it seem like Captain Swain didn’t want to be found? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the padd to look over and frowns again.:: So it seems. So it seems. Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Or someone didn't want him to be found, sir. ::Tandaris:: Rhan K'hal: We control access to that, I can check the logs. Something's bound to be uncovered somewhere along this chain. Tandaris Admiran: Possibly, but this seems too clean to be an abduction. There are no signs of struggle. No sloppy clues left behind in the escape. This was surgical. Deliberate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It proves that he was the one that corrupted the data files to keep his absence from being noticed and cleaned up after himself. Though, it does not prove whether he did those things of his own volition or while he was under duress. Rhan K'hal: :: lets the computer continue the system data search, then calls down to have someone in quartermasters check the logs as well as visually inventory the stock :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked to Indaura.:: Any other signs of DNA or biometrics present in the yacht bay that cannot be explained? All others were of crew or station members? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowning:: Hunter Matheson: ::skeptical smirk:: Sir... due respect... there are a lot of ways to quietly abduct anyone of any rank. Hunter Matheson: You kind of learn those things in SPECOPS. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Seven others, mostly engineers. One we can't identify or date yet. Hunter Matheson: So, it doesn't have to be sloppy. Surgical, yes. Pretty damn easy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If someone abducted him, forcing him to wipe the files, he could have easily left us a hidden message somewhere. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Hakran K'hal: :: enters stellar cartography and dives into the console to try to find what Swain had been doing down here under his very snout :: Tandaris Admiran: I'm just asking ... does the captain even want to be found? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances over:: I don't care if he doesn't. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: As we've yet to find such a clue, I'd have to agree with Admiran. ::She looked at Arden.:: Nor do I. Like it or not, he *will* be found. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels again:: Does he have an emergency trigger code? A series of words? Anything security would have been given in case this happened? Tandaris Admiran: What might he be up to that means he doesn't want to be found? Indaura Ryssan: There are better ways to cover your DNA tracks, medically speaking Tandaris Admiran: ::rubs his hands together:: I bet it's illegal. ::frowns, a little offended he wasn't invited:: Rhan K'hal: :: continues working instead of speculating :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::figures the best way he can help now is to think::: Hakran K'hal: Hmm... USS Pei Xiu. :: scratches chin :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. MISSION BRIEF: Commander Arden Cormoran has delivered news that Captain Swain is missing. He and Commander Hawthorne have decided to quietly begin searching for him, opting against telling Command for fears that he will be listed AWOL and the search be taken out of Excalibur's hands. We pick up with the search beginning. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical :: William Chocox: ::gets to work figuring out how to get access to station biometrics:: Hunter Matheson: ::at aux helm, searching for flight plans, and about to hack into the station system to snag those:: Hunter Matheson: (Joined at the brain, Cho) Cptn Swain: Arden> ::with Miranda in the briefing room, going through logs:: William Chocox: I might have to go on board. ::sees if he can even access them remotely:: Hunter Matheson: ::searching their files, doesn't find much except who went where during leave, which makes him smirk:: Rhan K'hal: :: at Mission Ops, freely looking through the station's files, specifically looking over passenger manifests - it helps to be drinking buddies with the Operations Manager :: Hunter Matheson: ::looks around, then leans over the console for his black magic:: Hunter Matheson: ::and if he knew that he'd be really pissed::: Rhan K'hal: Hakran> :: sitting next to his brother, taking his share of the files :: William Chocox: Ah ha! ::gets into the system and starts looking, trying to be discreet about it:: Hunter Matheson: ::and... he's in::: William Chocox: ((Get out of my mind. )) Hunter Matheson: ::time frame...2 weeks::: Hunter Matheson: (Hard to, man. There's too much really cool stuff you keep in there. ) Rhan K'hal: :: NIP :: I hope Ahmed is taking the afternoon off. We probably have every department poking through 39 Tango's data storage today. Rhan K'hal: Hakran> What'll he do if he does notice? William Chocox: ::is limiting his search to the past few days:: Hunter Matheson: :::page.. page... page... page:::: Rhan K'hal: Contact me, probably. He'd know I wouldn't be hampawed about it, and try to pick my brain. Hunter Matheson: ::sets more parameters:: Hunter Matheson: ::stops, pages back::: Hunter Matheson: ::makes note... was present on station 6 days ago::: Hunter Matheson: ::make that 7... just to be safe:: Rhan K'hal: :: harrumphs : : This is getting us nowhere. :: stands, starts his usual high-speed pace around the bridge :: William Chocox: Hold on, is that him? ::checks:: Damnit, no. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up as fur passes by::: Hunter Matheson: ::then... system stops::: Rhan K'hal: Hakran> :: patiently continues his work, taking no notice of his brother's antics :: William Chocox: How can a human just disappear? That makes no sense. Hunter Matheson: Hm... ::makes note... unknown left station at 0328 six days ago::: Hunter Matheson: ::checks for other unknowns::: Hunter Matheson: ::stop.. reverse...::: Hunter Matheson: ::forward..... stop:: William Chocox: ::keeps looking, getting more and more frustrated:: Hunter Matheson: ::leans back in his chair, crack the back::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Enters the bridge, looking through a PADD, glances to the pacing feline then to the seated one:: So, how are we doing? Hunter Matheson: ::turns at the entry::: Sir? Cptn Swain: Augustin> I am going through the airlock and transporter records. ::Grimaces:: Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to his direction:: What are the ways someone could leave the station as an "unknown"? Cptn Swain: Augustin> Do you have any idea how people have passed through this ship over the last few days? Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. I do. Hunter Matheson: A lot. Cptn Swain: ((I wish chat would tell you when someone left the room )) Hunter Matheson: (Got an AWOL) Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Smirks:: That's understatement, especially with all these tech people bouncing around for the repairs. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Anyway, what did you find? Hunter Matheson: Well, sir. ::pulls up the info on a screen:: Hunter Matheson: Strange thing... at 0328 6 days ago, someone left the station incognito. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Puts the PADD down on the railing and walks down to the helm console to take a look:: Hunter Matheson: Just.. doesn't compute. Hunter Matheson: And there's no indication of the captain after that. And... it's hard to find him before that. Hunter Matheson: But... I'm helm, so it might just be me. Hunter Matheson: ::shrug;: William Chocox: ::searches outside his initial range:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: There are a few reasons why someone's identity might be kept off station logs, though I would assume Commander Cormoran would likely be aware of them as the circumstances that those reasons exist tend towards the rather important. Cptn Swain: Augustin> So, this is our first bit of evidence then that the Captain did leave the station. Hunter Matheson: Maybe so, sir. Maybe not. Hunter Matheson: But I've only found one. Cptn Swain: Augustin> But the log just indicates the person is no longer aboard. It doesn't have anything substantial. But it's a start. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. I'll continue looking. Hunter Matheson: Sir...? Hunter Matheson: That person had to leave on something. Maybe set parameters for that time frame for ship logs? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances back to the felines:: How about you two? Hunter Matheson: ::turns back, muttering:: Unless he's floating outside the station... but that doesn't make any sense...::: Hunter Matheson: ::checks that, just in case::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing some paperwork, though there is really no paper involved :: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning on his console, watching data scroll by::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::glances back over to Hunter and starts to say something, but that was possibility they'd need to consider.:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking for other unknowns, and finding none, changes the parameters to all leaving the station in that 2 hr time frame::: Hunter Matheson: ::changes it to a 1 hour time frame::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances over to Hunter:: Has anyone checked the flight deck yet? I know Commander d'Aubugine and most of the flight crew are still out on their training exercises. Hunter Matheson: ::on second thought.. or third thought... makes it 30 minutes, and swivels:: No idea, sir. I haven't started there. Hunter Matheson: Has anyone contacted them, sir? Hunter Matheson: ::his mind begins to spin with possibilities::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well, then. Sounds like a good idea. Hunter Matheson: On it, sir. Hunter Matheson: :::hunts through flight plans::: Hunter Matheson: ::giving it a.... 2 hour time frame::: Hunter Matheson: ::stops it, then changes parameters to 5 hours... he has a hunch:: Hunter Matheson: :::and throws that out to begin from, well, the beginning::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sadly, there are no anomalous flight plans. Hunter Matheson: ::sad... very, very sad::: Hunter Matheson: ::but that narrows the scope::: Hunter Matheson: ::Leans back toward Augustin:: No strange flight plans, sir. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well that doesn't mean anything. Can you run a search on the status of all of our shuttle craft, including the Captain's Yacht. Hunter Matheson: On it, sir. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::flip, tap::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM