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  1. SD 0616.2019 Excalibur is readying for an attempt to return to their own time using a rather unorthodox method: space lube, crafted from molecules of Irene's blood and reproduced by proto-horta microbes found on the planet they have been orbiting for several days as they made repairs. The USS Lysander is staying just in range, should anything go wrong that leaves us in this time period, but has moved to a safe distance.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: Final checks have been completed and work is proceeding to prepare for the slingshot, though Science has made a breakthrough and may be ready to present their space lube plan. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm, waiting for go or no go:: Maryse Dubois: ::In the Medlab, ready to make a small sample test.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was back to normal, more or less, and was in the genetics lab working on finalizing the space lube plan that they had so far, waiting for the dreaded call from the bridge on when their time was up. :: Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, having been brooding.:: William Chocox: ::down in Engineering:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After running and completing the necessary stress tests on the hull, and not at all thrilled with the results, Miranda left Chocox in charge and returned to the bridge to report to Swain.:: Cptn Swain: ::Bitting his lip:: +science+ Bridge to science William Chocox: ::tries not to let the power go to his head:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed when the call came, putting down a PADD. :: "Genetics lab, Ensign Mincine, sir." Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, are we prepared for the slingshot, is that the term? Hunter Matheson: ::patting the console, singing her a soft tune::: Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Status report? Hunter Matheson: (afksas) William Chocox: ((Hello Hunter Matheson's player's cat.)) Irene Mincine: ::Irene went over a report on her console. :: +Swain+ "We've been able to produce some amount of temporal lubricant using the proto-Horta. Dr. Dubois is working on increasing production. I'm not sure if how much we have is enough, sir." Maryse Dubois: Are we ready? I don't think anyone is ready, but they are going to try anyways. ::Programs the replicator to make a small batch of goo.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She entered the bridge, striding to her normal sport, wearing the normal scowl. Hearing Swain's comm, she didn't interrupt.:: Cptn Swain: ::Biting his lip:: +Irene+ Do we have enough to attempt? Indaura Ryssan: I think I might get a drink Maryse Dubois: You might want something strong. Cptn Swain: ::He looked over to see Miranda:: Maryse Dubois: :;Checks the results, frowning a bit. She disposes of the container, makes adjustments and tries again.:: Hunter Matheson: ::pushes the cat off the helm console::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tap tap tapped on her console. This was a very important decision, and she had to make it with confidence. Despite her Klingon exterior, inside she was in knots. :: +Swain+ "From my calculations of radiation output and mass of the ship, I believe we have enough at this time for an attempt, sir." William Chocox: ::calls over a random ensign:: Hey, see if you can get the EPS network to be a bit more efficient before we attempt anything crazy please. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took her seat, one leg crossed over the other, brow arched in query.:: William Chocox: Random Ensign 42> Aye sir. Hunter Matheson: ::perks up at the word "attempt"::: Maryse Dubois: ::Got closer with the results, but she was still not satisfied. Makes a 3rd attempt after adjusting.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The hull will hold... mostly. There are a few bulkheads that are suspect at this point, but it's the best we can given what we have. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: Hunter Matheson: ::Listening and mentally calculating:: Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Then begin making the preparations. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to the replicator :: Denobulan Fizz, two shots. Cptn Swain: +Irene+ How long do you need? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorn::: Ma'am... any idea of max tolerance on the hull? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Attention swiveling to Hunter, she nodded.:: We have run the calculations, yes. Query to engineering to have them sent to your station. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am.... Irene Mincine: :: Well, no going back now, Irene. :: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. Um... the procedure that we've come up with is to bombard a mass of the substance with tachyon radiation at a specific frequency. We've prepared all the equipment already, it needs to be transported to engineering. Only the warp core produces enough tachyon radiation." Hunter Matheson: +Engineering+ Matheson requesting you forward your calculations. Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the 3rd batch, and is very pleased. She saves the data, loads the goo into a sealed container and exits her lab.:: +Hakran+ Dubois to K'hal. I'm heading to you with a promising sample. Cptn Swain: ::He lifted a brow:: +Irene+ See to it. Let me know it's ready. William Chocox: +Matheson+ Would you like those sent to your console or your PADD? Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Console. William Chocox: +Matheson+ Coming right at you. ::sends them up:: Hunter Matheson: +Cho+ Received. Irene Mincine: +Swain+ "Yes, sir. We'll get it set up as soon as possible." :: Irene began wrangling other science staff to collect all the equipment and begin moving their setup toward engineering. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Arrives in the genetic lab with her container of goo. Sees Irene.:: I need a second opinion before I have the replicator mass produce this stuff. Hunter Matheson: ::scanning through the information, calculating, his eyes scan the console, then he's back to the information::: Irene Mincine: "Damn, I'm important today!" :: She handed a sealed container to an anonymous ensign, who scurried off with it, then waved Maryse over to a console and some test equipment. :: "Sure, set it here and I'll verify its properties against the control." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Chocox, prepare to be invaded by science. They need to borrow tachyons from the warp core for their time travel experiment. Maryse Dubois: ::Places the container.:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Thank you for the heads up. I'll make sure to put out the red carpet. Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinks :: Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments to his original configuration stats and says to Tork as he continues to work the console::: Okay. I'm going to need you big time, and I need you to focus. And I mean serious focus. Irene Mincine: :: Irene takes a sample from the container and puts it into some equipment on the console. :: "OK. Mass... composition... genetic component..." :: Science personnel began showing up in engineering and setting up their radiation bombardment equipment in an open space near the warp core. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::perks up, nodding::: Hunter Matheson: Settings are one through five, beginning here. ::points::: Keep your hands *down* until I tell you to press one, and when I tell you the number, you press it immediately. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Got it. Hunter Matheson: So what are these buttons? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Settings one through five. Cptn Swain: ::Miranda, lowly:: Do you think I am doing the right thing? Hunter Matheson: And what are you going to do? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Keep my hands down until you give me a number and I press it immediately. Hunter Matheson: ::he eyes Tork a moment, then nods and goes back to work::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded, throwing him a look.:: It is a risk, either way. I would have made the same decision. Irene Mincine: "Critical measurements are within 0.005% of the original stuff." :: She hrmed. :: "It can be improved but what's there should be good enough..." :: She shrugged. :: "Of course we don't know what the hell we're doing." Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I hope its the right decision. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Message from the Lysander indicating they're going to move further out in prep for us. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels:: Helm is ready for deploy, Commander. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gave Matheson a nod.:: Very well. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: We can give the green light on mass production then. I'll send the spec to Engineering. +Chocox+ Dubois to Engineering. Mr. Chocox, I'm sending you the specs for the...time goop. We'll need the industrial replicators to begin production ASAP. Maryse Dubois: ::Sends William the specs.:: Irene Mincine: "OK. Sounds good, I need to get to engineering to make sure everything down there's set up." :: Irene said to Maryse while running out of the room carrying another sealed container. :: William Chocox: ::receives the specs and starts programming:: +Dubois+ Received and started. Indaura Ryssan: :: Blinks :: Maryse Dubois: Good luck. ::Leaves the lab herself, heading back towards sickbay.:: +Chocox+ Thank you. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting people ready in case the experience is rough :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She touched Swain's arm.:: Stop worrying. It won't do any good. It'll work, or it won't. Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrived in Engineering and consulted with all her science geeks, bypassing Chocox. :: +Swain+ "Ensign Mincine to Bridge. The science guys say that the equipment's set up for our... well, our large-scale experiment. The substance has arrived with me." Cptn Swain: +Irene+ Understood. Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes in the helm chair, staring at her hull:::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Hunter Matheson: ::mutters:: You can do this, girl. We can do it. Piece o' cake. Irene Mincine: :: Irene set the canister down in the target area and slid over to the control panel on what looked like a big-ass laser gun on a tripod. :: +Swain+ "On your command, sir." Hunter Matheson: ;;:prepares:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0609.2019 Final checks have been completed and work is proceeding to prepare for the slingshot, though Science has made a break through and may be ready to present their space lube plan.
  4. MISSION BRIEF: Science and medical have been poking and prodding Ensign Mincine in hopes that foreign DNA in her blood might be the key to slipping back to our own time. Meanwhile, Engineering has almost completed the most significant repairs needed, mainly to the hull and structural elements. Now all that remains is for their theories and repairs to be tested. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: /me a short while later Hakran K'hal: (( nice way to start )) Hakran K'hal: ::·steps back from the console and stretches his back::· William Chocox: ::is in Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: They can excrete it properly! Indaura Ryssan: :: in medical :: Hunter Matheson: ::weird feeling on his arm from the doc as he puts the finishing touches on helm and leans back, only to find Tork beside him::: Hakran K'hal: ::·has never been so happy about poop since... he can't think of a time he has been happy about poop::· Hunter Matheson: Hm.... :::checking Tork out::: Hunter Matheson: Tork> What? Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge:: Irene Mincine: "And all it took was..." :: Irene was laying down on a biobed someone brought in. She was looking pretty sick and slurring her words. :: "Processing a whole liter..." Hunter Matheson: Where were you when we needed you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Wonders if a complete blood transfusion would help :: Hakran K'hal: ::·turns to Irene::· I know. That's not going to get this off the ground unless we can make do with a lot less. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Uh... MARDET, training. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at this tea:: Rhan K'hal: ::·stops off by the Captain::· Refill, sir? Rhan K'hal: Or do you need something stronger in it? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Still on the bridge, Miranda pushed off the engineering station and moved around to her chair.:: The worst of the repairs are done, but we need to test the hull strength. Cptn Swain: I am good. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Get stuff straightened out on your end and we'll see if this is gonna work. Rhan K'hal: ::·gives a jaunty finger wave and returns to pacing around the upper perimeter of the bridge, using his PADD-XXL to work on::· Irene Mincine: "Well I got... four more of 'em, Hakkan...Can't ya just pump me full of regg-a-lur blood?" :: She tried to sit up but flopped back onto the bed. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: ::·pounces over to Irene's bedside::· Stay put, Dr. Dubois threatened painful things if you got hurt -- worse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Any word from Science on their working theory and when it might be ready? Hunter Matheson: :::as he puts the finishing touches on the helm console:: Lt Glasco? Cptn Swain: ::He still hadn't decided if they were going to take it.:: Irene Mincine: "I'm fine! I'm fine! Just a little tired." :: She carefully sipped some orange juice. :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::blink:: Something wrong with the el tee? Hakran K'hal: I'm hoping that sample of your bone marrow she took will reap some dividends - if we can produce what we need outside of you that would be a lot better. Cptn Swain: Perhaps we should check, Cptn Swain: +Hark+ Bridge to K'hal Hakran K'hal: Aaand couldn't he have waited like, 1 hour? ::·sigh::· Irene Mincine: :: Irene glanced at the bandage on her leg. :: "I'm never gonna forgive her fer that. Don't you know how much marrow donation hurts!" Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal here, Captain. Hunter Matheson: :::sighs again:: Were you training with Lt Glasco? Cptn Swain: +Hak+ ::Takes a sip of tea:: I am afraid the time has come. Hunter Matheson: Tork> Oh. No. Scazarian. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ It is about dinner time, isn't it? Hakran K'hal: ::·stall stall stall::· Cptn Swain: +Khal+ No, I need to know if you can make your plan work. Rhan K'hal: ::·looks up from his padd::· He's so bad at stalling. Hunter Matheson: ::leans back in the squeaky main helm chair to give Tork a good look-over:: Irene Mincine: "Izzat the captain? Cap'n! It's goin' great! They fed 'em my blood, and they pooped time!" :: Irene had a doofy grin on her face. William Chocox: ::monitors his console:: Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Tell you what. When the time comes, the only job you'll have is staying outta the way. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> Got it. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ We have confirmed that the ProtoHorta can excrete the particulars... as Ensign Mincine so adroitly stated. I was about to test the temporal trigger. We are having some issues with the ah... production side. Hunter Matheson: ::goes back to work cleaning the innards, checking, and rechecking::: Indaura Ryssan: (back, I think) Hakran K'hal: ((you're there, I think)) Maryse Dubois: ::In the medlab, working on the sample that she took.:: Cptn Swain: +Khal+ I see. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip:: Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ I'm awaiting word from medical to see if they can produce the DNA much-much faster than Irene. Because if that doesn't happen we'll have to wait so long to get the material the 100 years will be gone anyway. Irene Mincine: "Doc Du-Boy stole one-a my bones and I think she's gonna figure out that prod... pro-duk-shun problem." :: Irene ate a cookie that an orderly left behind. :: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. That." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Despite the situation, she couldn't help but smirk.:: Well, if they aren't ready to test their time theory, we could at least begin running tests on hull integrity. Cptn Swain: +Khal+ For now cancel the operation. Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip again:: We're going to try the slingshot instead. Indaura Ryssan: :: Going over Irene's records :: Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Captain, we've spent the last few hours putting Irene through hell. Don't make us waste that. You *know* what my report stated on the probability of the slingshot maneuver. Irene Mincine: :: *beep boop* Irene Mincine, age 29... half-Klingon, half-human... recent shoulder reconstruction... old abdominal injury... :: "If she took my bones for nothin', I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I dunno." Hakran K'hal: ::·pats Irene on the head::· Cptn Swain: +Khal+ I've made my decision. We'll attempt the slingshot once engineering has cleared their hull integrity tests. ::He paused:: That should take a few hours. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ ::·gets the subtext::· Understood. Cptn Swain: ::Turns to Miranda:: Let me know once the hull integrity tests are done. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ K'hal to Dr. Dubois. Cptn Swain: Rhan, begin recollecting everyone back to the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. Cptn Swain: And inform the Lysander we'll be heading to our own time in a few hours. Maryse Dubois: ::Looking up from her monitor.:: +Khal+ Go ahead. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Very well. I'll be in engineering. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ The captain has "made his decision." Either we come up with a miracle while Engineering is testing the hull integrity or we're doing the slingshot. And if we do that... Well, we need that miracle. Cptn Swain: ((think of it this way, technically this would qualify you for ndak induced peril card usage )) William Chocox: ((I'm not sure what I have in that regard.)) Cptn Swain: (( I can dig out everyone's spread sheets)) Maryse Dubois: +Hakran+ I've made some process. I just need to isolate a few more genomes, but that takes time. Hakran K'hal: +Maryse+ Okay, I'll stop bothering you and finish the testing on my end, and there's no point in me continuing to vampire Irene, she's loopy as a lemur already. Hakran out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene tried to sit up again and failed. :: "Gimme some human blood 'n set me up in the genetic lab. No way I can run equipment all honked up for the next 8 hours..." William Chocox: ((I have *an* host induced peril card.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda headed for the lift and sent it down to engineering, arriving a few moments later. She stepped out in search of Will.:: William Chocox: ::is looking at his data on his console:: Hakran K'hal: ::·looks down at Irene::· That's medical's decision. Unless you can click your boots together three times while wishing "they're no place like 100 years from now" and open a time portal for us, what you need is a nap. Indaura Ryssan: :: Is working on medical, but is drawn to her temporal mechanics classes :: Rhan K'hal: First round of shuttles in on their way up, Captain. Will only take a few trips, we've been tidying up. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Chocox. We've been given a few hours to begin testing the hull integrity. We need to get started. Cptn Swain: ::He took a drink of his tea:: I'll be in my ready room. Irene Mincine: "Yeah, yeah. I'm so tired..." :: Irene frowned. :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, sir. William Chocox: Got it...so we're doing the slingshot? William Chocox: ::starts setting up what they need to test the hull:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, the Captain wishes to attempt it because Science is having issues producing enough matter for their theory to work. If that changes, we might alter our plans, but for now those are our orders. Maryse Dubois: ::Continues her work.:: William Chocox: Yes ma'am. Hakran K'hal: ::·returns to his console::· Now, let's see if I can use my subordinate's DNA, pooped out of a small siliconoid life form, prodded by a very-very-very specific frequency of out-of-the-way radiation to create a temporal vortex, will work. Hakran K'hal: ::·sighs::· Really depressing when I say that out loud. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Irene :: Irene Mincine: "We're gonna make it work!" :: Irene flopped over on her biobed seeing Indaura coming. :: "Yeah?" Hakran K'hal: ::·sets up the sample of time mesh into a testing box, engages the force field::· Hunter Matheson: ::leans back in the chair for a final look and notices that the arm goo has disappeared::: Huh... Hakran K'hal: Powering up radiation emitter. Indaura Ryssan: I am just here to be...here. I know if I was sick I' Hakran K'hal: ::·impressive flashy lights with a sign "EXPERIMENT IN PROGRESS" glowing brightly over the door::· Indaura Ryssan: I'd like someone around. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So... how hard can we push these things. I'm having the computer calculate the estimated shear factors to see what our minimum integrity readings should be. I want you to run through every possible scenario we might encounter. Hakran K'hal: ::·dials in the radiation frequency to an accuracy within 47 decimal places::· Hakran K'hal: Firing in 3...2...1...::·pewpewpew::· Indaura Ryssan: Well, Denobulans are always around others. Cptn Swain: ::he exited into the bridge:: Irene Mincine: "I'm always around others on this ship, yeah. And I'm drained a blood and Maryse took bone marrow... so I'm in bed while he does all the work." Hakran K'hal: Now, if this works, it should re-appear in 3...2...1... ::·holds breath::· Indaura Ryssan: I had thought a transfusion would be an option, but I don't really know if that would help you. Irene Mincine: "It'd contaminate the supply of time goop, I guess. They won't gimme one." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 2 minute warning )) William Chocox: Of course ma'am. I'll also see if there's anything we can do when it actually happens to keep us alive. Cptn Swain: (( Give me a number rhan 1-100 )) Rhan K'hal: (( 88 )) Maryse Dubois: ::Is slowly making progress with the mapping and isolating of genomes.:: Cptn Swain: (( ::frowns:: )) Cptn Swain: ACTION> It, worked! Hakran K'hal: ::·zooms in on the sample::· WOOOOOOOOOOOO! Cptn Swain: ..and... Irene Mincine: "Yeah!" Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 0602.2019 Science and medical have been poking and prodding Ensign Mincine in hopes that foreign DNA in her blood might be the key to slipping back to our own time. Meanwhile, Engineering has almost completed the most significant repairs needed, mainly to the hull and structural elements. Now all that remains is for their theories and repairs to be tested.
  6. MISSION BRIEFING: Science has discovered a possible method that could be used to transport Excalibur back to its own time. However, if return isn't an option, Captain Swain has decided that our only course of action will be to scuttle the ship and settle on the unoccupied planet of Sarras in hopes of not altering the historical timeline any further. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: with the "Drain Irene of Her Precious Blood" group :: William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::working on the helm console, checking a bunch of stuff, working out vectors that might or might not be used:: Hakran K'hal: :: heading to the biology labs, since he figures Irene has seen her fill of sickbay for one mission :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's sitting on a big ugly chair in the biology lab, down from her uniform into a gray tank top. :: "...can't say I'm too enthused about this one, folks." Hakran K'hal: :: walks in just in time to hear that :: I know you aren't, but this further work with the DNA might give us clues into your specific problem, so think positive. Hunter Matheson: ::idly thinking about what it would be like to stay in this era, maybe begin a family, teach the kids hunting, become his own great great great gramps:: Hakran K'hal: Anyway, it's not like we're pumping it all out and replacing it with cherry syrup. Irene Mincine: "I can't help it, I'm B Negative." :: Hmph. :: "No, you're pumping it all out, separating out the temporal goop, and shoving it back in, if I understand the procedure." Irene Mincine: "...well, not *all* of it, but..." Hakran K'hal: Well, eventually we'll need to up our cycle but for now, small steps. A simple hypo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed as she scrolled to the bottom of her data padd, not at all happy with their options. She sat it aside and leaned back in her chair on the bridge, eyes turning to the main viewer.:: +Engineering+ Hawthorne to Chocox. Hakran K'hal: :: hands one to Irene :: Hunter Matheson: ::stops cold, trying to remember what year they're in anyway, then shrugs and pulls himself out from under helm and fidgets with a few things topside::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene uses her advanced medical knowledge to take a blood sample from her arm with the hypo, then hands it back to Hakran. :: "The centrifuge should be configured for the correct molecular weight." William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here. ::puts a panel back into place:: Hakran K'hal: Excellent. :: removes the sample vial and pops it into the centrifuge :: Away we go. :: pushes the button :: Hunter Matheson: ::notes that he's dripping from the *minor* injury... or so said the doc::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ The Lysander has finished transfer of all our requested goods -- whatever they had on hand, anyhow. We're still missing a few components. I need you to take stock and send me an updated list of what we're going to have to do without. Irene Mincine: "The serum levels are low enough from the nanite treatments that I'm not sure how much we'll get from that, exactly, but it'll give us an idea of how much we need to collect." :: Irene watched the centrifuge spin up. :: Hunter Matheson: ::but he has to replace another chip, so he steps over to the helm locker and is actually careful with it for once:: Hakran K'hal: LtJG Kenet> :: arrives in the biolab lugging a huge case :: Hunter Matheson: ::pulls out the emergency med kit and gives his arm an extra wrap:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On it ma'am. ::starts putting lists together:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the scene :: Hakran K'hal: Izal, great. Start hooking that stuff up. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: Some of this stuff will look familiar to you, I'm afraid. Precautionary only Hunter Matheson: ::grabs a packet of quikclot just in case:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her padd for duties to perform :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw a glance at Hunter.:: Did you have medical check that out, Matheson? Hunter Matheson: ::turns to Hawthorne:: Yes, ma'am. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: starts hooking up the chroniton stabilization matrix equipment :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed. :: "Oh, come on, I'm stable. I don't think we need to set up the chroniton equipment again..." Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne:: Guess I've just been working it a little more than I should. Rhan K'hal: :: removes the vial from the centrifuge when it spins down and moves it to the molecular separator :: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: scrunches her Bajoran nose up, adding extra ridges :: We're not turning it on unless we have to. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: How did you injure it in the first place? ::Tapping out a message on her chair's console.:: Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data from the separator, makes some adjustments to the prepared solution and begins removing the extra stuff :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Going up to Matheson ::: Rhan K'hal: Why isn't Semek lugging that around? Did he get pinged in the ass again? Irene Mincine: :: Irene reclines the ugly dentists' chair she's sitting in. :: "Where did you dig up this chair, anyway? The 19th century?" :: "Better to be prepared, I guess..." Hunter Matheson: ::gives her his full attention:: Minor cut on the bridge helm locker, ma'am. Hunter Matheson: Medical onboard were busy so they sent me down to Doc Trajan in MARDET. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> He's working with your people to store the stuff from the planet, K1. Anyway, this is more my gig than his. Hakran K'hal: :: smiles at Irene :: We borrowed it from Shadal. He didn't really need two chairs. Hakran K'hal: I know he has four arms but he still only has two eyes to cut hair with. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor Ryssan. Glad you could join us on the bridge. I was just sending medical a message that Matheson needed a bit of attention. Could you please see to his arm? Hunter Matheson: ::Doc Ryssan:: I'm good, ma'am. Just a minor bleed. Got some.... William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander? I've got the list for you. Do you want it at your chair or your PADD? Hunter Matheson: ...or not. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets her scanner out :: Let me take a look Hakran K'hal: :: irked :: Izal, I'm your BOSS and you still call him K*ONE8??? Hunter Matheson: ::just a little dab of blood is seeping through the bandage from Doc Trajan::: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> :: smirks :: He /was/ here first. Hakran K'hal: :: muttergrumbles and leans back over his console :: Indaura Ryssan: Need to stop that bleeding. :: gets a spray from her pack :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Send it to my padd, please. I will be sending you an updated priority list once I review. Hunter Matheson: I just got a pack of quikclot, ma'am.....:::watching her reach into her kit:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed at the exchange. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grinning, pushes his chair over to Irene, flips open a medical tric :: So, do you have any allergies? Have you visited any planets where fungal infections are common? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. Sending it to your PADD now. ::sends the list up to her:: Indaura Ryssan: :; Hypos Matheson first :: Hunter Matheson: ::wince::: Irene Mincine: "I'm allergic to Bajoran citrus and excuse you about the fungal infections! We've been on the same planets, jerk." Hakran K'hal: :: pulls the vial out of the separator with an irritated snap of the wrist, rolls over and puts it into the all-in-one DNA analysis and manipulation device :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Then sprays :: Indaura Ryssan: This may be a little thick. :: A goop forms on his arm :: Hunter Matheson: ::mutter:: Damn... that's worse than quikclot. Rhan K'hal: :: pretends to write on a padd :: Patient exhibiting signs of irritation and definitely doesn't want a Bajoran mimosa. Indaura Ryssan: Think of it as a big bandage.. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs... :: "Don't you have something important to be doing instead of screwing around with medical equipment?" Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Yeah... it's big. Does it ever.. you know... get smaller? Rhan K'hal: Yes, waiting for Hakran to finish fumbling around with the bio equipment and give me something I can put nanites into. Hakran K'hal: I'm not *fumbling,* I'm being precise. Indaura Ryssan: It's as large as it needs to be. Hunter Matheson: So I take that as a no. Rhan K'hal: You know you could actually let Irene do the bio, since she knows what she's doing. Rhan K'hal: Plus she hates your taste in furniture. Irene Mincine: "We only have a couple days to do this and, I mean, this *is* my specialty..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted at the exchange and picked up her data padd to have a look at the information Chocox sent. Her frown returned as she reviewed.:: Hakran K'hal: :: tilts his head back :: Okay. But you're under constant monitoring. If that stuff triggers while you're working on it in close proximity... Indaura Ryssan: There are enzymes and other things to facilitate healing Hakran K'hal: :: stands from his rolly-stool and makes an exaggerated "it's all yours" gesture :: Hunter Matheson: So I should be able to get it off in a day or two? Irene Mincine: :: Irene hops off the chair. :: "Bad things will happen, yeah." :: She gets to work, both faster and more precisely than Hakran with all her genetics and biological skill. :: Rhan K'hal: :: goes over and gives Hak a shoulder massage :: Part of responsibility is knowing when to delegate it, bro. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well... I suppose that's out of the question. ::Muttering to herself, she swiped something off her list and continued scrolling.:: Indaura Ryssan: It will change color as you get better. :: scans :: Hunter Matheson: :::watching::: Irene Mincine: "Should be ready in a couple minutes..." :: Irene mumbles while the molecular separator finishes up. :: Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Excellent. Hakran K'hal: Rhan, go get the nanites from Dr. Dubois. Hunter Matheson: ::still holding the helm isolinear chip::: Rhan K'hal: Your command is my wish. And yes, I know that's backward. Rhan K'hal: :: starts for the door :: Hakran K'hal: AND DON'T WASTE TIME FLIRTING WITH HER. Get back down here with it asap. Irene Mincine: "Here you go." :: Irene backed away from the work area. :: "We got a few micrograms out of it." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sent a prelim list back to Will.:: +Chocox+ Well, we're going to have to scrap some of the internals, but the hull project looks like it's a go. I've sent you a list of the other projects that are going to get bumped. Rhan K'hal: :: wrinkles his muzzle at his brother :: I can flirt fast. :: disappears out into the hallway :: Hunter Matheson: ::Ryssan:: Is it okay if I get back to work now? William Chocox: ::looks at the list:: +Hawthorne+ That is not a promising list...I'll get back to work on the hull project though. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Go about as you normally would :: pats his arm :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the console :: Nice work. Now relax. In a different chair. :: smiles :: Indaura Ryssan: Come back this time tomorrow and I'll take a look at it. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. Thanks. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sits down in one of the comfy office chairs in the lab. :: "Flirting with your doctor is a dangerous game, you know." Irene Mincine: "They know *everything* about you." Hunter Matheson: ::slips the quikclot into a pocket then scoots under the helm console to replace that last chip:: Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: If I tried giving him advice he'd remind me exactly of how many romantic partners I've had and tell me to stuff it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  7. SD 0526.2019 Science has discovered a possible method that could be used to transport Excalibur back to its own time. However, if return isn't an option, Captain Swain has decided that our only course of action will be to scuttle the ship and settle on the unoccupied planet of Sarras in hopes of not altering the historical timeline any further.
  8. SD 0519.2019 A senior staff (y'all) meeting has been called to discuss the situation and options.
  9. MISSION BRIEF: A senior staff (y'all) meeting has been called to discuss the situation and options. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::in the meeting I guess:: Irene Mincine: :: Seated at the conference table. Not shifting, not screaming, nothing. Just sitting. :: Indaura Ryssan: none Rhan K'hal: :: leaning against the wall near his usual spot, since his chair did not survive the boom :: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the room like the image of your usual bumbling scientist, juggling padds and generally seeming like he needed an extra hour to prepare :: Cptn Swain: ::Enters, frowning:: Hunter Matheson: :::cracks his neck, then gives his body a good stretch after working on the helm console so Excal will actually fly::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides out a chair for Hakran since he has his hands full... :: Hakran K'hal: Thanks. :: lets the padds clatter onto the table then spends a moment putting them in order :: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning against the bulkhead::: Cptn Swain: Good evening. Cptn Swain: Commander Hawthorne is working on some repairs. Irene Mincine: "Not going well?" :: Irene whispered to Hak. She had one padd in front of her, which was a report on the temporal lubricant. :: Cptn Swain: I want to first say how proud I am of all of you. Hakran K'hal: :: gives Irene a slump-shouldered shrug :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned slightly and went back to listening to the captain. :: Cptn Swain: I know this hasn't been particularly easy, Cptn Swain: And it seems, we can hardly ever catch a break. Hunter Matheson: ::half listening to the captain and half thinking about living out the rest of his life in this universe, if he'll get married, have kids, they have kids, and on down the line until he is born in another era... which is kind of cool but not so cool::: Maryse Dubois: :;Sitting in the meeting, listening.:: Rhan K'hal: :: folds an ear halfway, thinking "no kidding" :: Cptn Swain: ::Takes his seat:: So status report. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over at Will, because the rest doesn't matter if the ship can't do anything :: Hunter Matheson: ::then his eyes wander toward the doc for a moment before he hears the magic words, and then he straightens up:: Indaura Ryssan: :: At the table :: William Chocox: Well, it's better than before. Hunter Matheson: ::since he didn't say sitrep to a particular person, he chimes in::: Helm is ready to go, Captain, pending engineering's side of it. William Chocox: But we're still worried about the stress on the hull that a gravitational slingshot will entail. Maryse Dubois: Well, as you can see, Ms. Mincine is back within our timeline. Thanks to Rhan, and some of the science staff. Medical supplies are also still holding. And we can actually eat things not in bar form anymore. Rhan K'hal: The computer is running is good as it's going to get. It would be able to handle the dirty work. Barely. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: A slingshot is not possible in this solar system. Considering our current issues, I doubt we could manage it around Sol on a good day. Hakran K'hal: However, we have found some other temporal voodoo. Irene? Cptn Swain: ::Tips his head slightly:: William Chocox: Ooh, I like VooDoo. Cptn Swain: Go on Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns red as she has to make a sudden presentation in front of the whole senior staff! :: "I'm, yeah, back in our timeline, thanks to Dr. Dubois and Lt. K'hal. I've been in the genetics lab ever since. I've..." :: She slides her padd toward the captain. :: "...discovered that the reason I was shifting through time was this temporal lubricant, for lack of a better phrase, produced by the weird DNA." Cptn Swain: ::Stops himself from naming it:: Temporal lubricant. I see And so you think we could use that to uh, slip back to the right time period? Cptn Swain: ::Considers:: We'd need to open a temporal fissure. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Well, there are a couple of problems with that. The first problem is that the only known source of it is... well, my blood. And I believe we'd need a whole lot of it to slip an entire starship through time." Irene Mincine: "We're talking, like, 'person in a torpedo casing' with how much I've been able to isolate so far." Hakran K'hal: However the biological mechanism may be replicable with our existing nanotechnology. Hakran K'hal: Then it is a matter of "dialing in" the right time period by adjusting the frequency of radiation it's exposed to. Cptn Swain: And how long would that take. Cptn Swain: ::He frowned: Indaura Ryssan: :: Listening :: Hakran K'hal: The "ProtoHorta" may be able to take over the construction on that end, Captain, once we've de-Irened it. Cptn Swain: That sounds like a lot of ifs. Cptn Swain: Which seems to be the name of the game, Hakran K'hal: It is, sir. But unless someone else has a temporal wormhole in their pocket I don't know what other options we have other than to settle on Sarras. Hunter Matheson: ::head spins with calculations regarding helm, how it would work, how it wouldn't work, how he could circumvent problems, re-calibrate helm for that kind of thing:: his lips purse in thought::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "About the only thing that's not an 'if' at the moment is that it's our best option so far, in my opinion. Also that I'm going to be a blood bank for a while to support the nanotechnology research, if approved." Cptn Swain: We do have that option.. Sarras. Hunter Matheson: ::then he considers the physical condition of the ship itself and thinks it might be better to just settle in here and live....Sarras?:::: Rhan K'hal: Yoohoo. If I could perhaps make a suggestion? Cptn Swain: ""He frowned:: So we can try the slingshot with, less than great odds. We can try this temporal lube option that....::pauses:: Rhan K'hal: We're not going anywhere right now as it is, so why don't we have engineering continue what they're doing, science do what they need to do try this out, and the rest of us chill planetside unless we're needed? There's no reason to hurry a decision about trying to slingshot until the ship's fixed anyway. William Chocox: If I might throw my opinion into the ring, I really do want to get back home. Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath into an exhale and he leans back against the bulkhead again, checking expressions just for the hell of it::: Cptn Swain: ::He bit his lip:: Because the longer we're here with a floating starship the better chance someone runs across us. Cptn Swain: The Lysander already found us. The Romulans are active in this area as well. To say nothing of the other species of the region. Hunter Matheson: ::pipes up:: Aye, sir. And won't that cut into the timeline... ::sighs:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene was looking determined. :: "I know that I've only been in Starfleet for about 9 months and my opinion doesn't mean much. But I believe the temporal lubricant option will give us the best chance of what I've been able to see so far, sir." Irene Mincine: "Assuming we can overcome the issues with it, of course." Rhan K'hal: So we should take an extreme risk to avoid a moderate risk? I'm not sure that's how I'd use probability in Vegas, sir. Cptn Swain: ::He frowned:: Or we take no risk. Cptn Swain: We scuttle the Excalibur and setup shop on Sarras. William Chocox: Assuming of course that no one finds the wreckage. Cptn Swain: I think we can make relatively certain that happens. ::He glanced towards the star:: Indaura Ryssan: (had to restart, no text) William Chocox: And the evidence that we were on Sarras? Hakran K'hal: Three days, Captain. Give us that long to test viability and gauge the time scale. Cptn Swain: ::He took a deep breath:: Very well. I will take these options into consideration. For now, everyone try to get some rest. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, firmly on Hak's side here. :: Maryse Dubois: What if...We manage to get the warp working in good condition, then we get to a safer star system. One we know will not be potentially hostile in the future. Then we can scuttle the ship. William Chocox: (m) Fat chance. Cptn Swain: If someone comes across us, we'll just say we crashed on a freighter. But lot less chance someone will come looking for us if there's no starship in orbit. Maryse Dubois: I'm not keen on living in a region that will be contested. Cptn Swain: I am not keen on living here at all, but it's the safest option to avoid any further contamination of the timeline. Hunter Matheson: ::steps forward::: Captain? Cptn Swain: Yes? Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, messes up his spiky mane even more than it already has been after no personal maintenance since their arrival at Sarras :: Hunter Matheson: The timeline has been contaminated, certainly. What would make it more contaminated would be to stay here, sir. If we really want to do the right thing, it's best to try to get back to our time. If we don't make it, then we're lost in space, but at least there's no more damage done. Cptn Swain: Thank you mister Matheson for your opinion. Cptn Swain: As I said, I will take this all under advisement. Indaura Ryssan: Can we look up our own history? Cptn Swain: Mr. Khal, you have two days to get me something better than "it could work." Cptn Swain: Dismissed. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Looks like sleep can wait a while longer. Let's turn you into a blood bank. Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: We could use your help, Doctor. Hunter Matheson: ::pushes off from the bulkhead and waits for the ladies and officers to leave before leaving::: William Chocox: ::walks out, muttering under his breath about impossible deadlines and people making decisions on behalf of others:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods as she stands.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighs, relieved. She stands up from the table. :: "Yes, sir. I swear my BAC is below the legal limit." Hunter Matheson: :::standing by the door he does a double-take at Doc Dubois, then wonders why he did that::: Rhan K'hal: You'll need me too. Let's go build us a bio-temporal skinsuit for a starship out of Irene! Hunter Matheson: ::and then he wonders if the timeline has already been compromised:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: I wish I knew more about temporal mechanics Hakran K'hal: :: pushes himself out of his chair, wobbles bit before catching his balance :: Maryse Dubois: That...sounds disturbing... :;Follows them out.:: Irene Mincine: "If I ever find whoever did this to me, I'm going to rip them limb from limb with my bare hands." :: Follows everyone else out. :: Rhan K'hal: What, it was accurate? Hunter Matheson: ::picking up the rear:: Cptn Swain: ::Alone with his thoughts, and some stirring music:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows last out of the experimental group, looking determined but exhausted :: Hunter Matheson: ::rest, he said... hm...;::: William Chocox: ::winds up in Engineering where he gets back to work:: Rhan K'hal: What makes you think the protohorta would be useful? Hakran K'hal: They excrete the mineral at a microscopic level, which is, after making the adjustments at the atomic layer all we'd need to actually build. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels the helm chair and sits, thinking::: Irene Mincine: "I'm so glad the project got approval. Not so glad about being a sickbay prisoner again." Rhan K'hal: So, we want time-mineral-poo instead of strong-mineral-poo? Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods. :: "Something like that." Hakran K'hal: Assuming this works and we get back, you are NOT writing the report, Rhan. Hakran K'hal: Time-mineral-poo. Honestly. Hunter Matheson: ::still wondering why he feels like he's been here before::: Cptn Swain: ..and... Rhan K'hal: Spoilsport. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "I'll write the report and get the promotion." Hunter Matheson: ::waves it off and gets back to work:: Hunter Matheson: ::and the first thing is to oil the helm chair so it doesn't squeak:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur continues to work with the crew of the Lysander to make repairs and calculations for an attempt to return home to our correct time period. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, nudging the computer ever so gently to try to improve performance :: Hunter Matheson: :::MARDET under repair::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene steps out of the holodeck, wearing a gray short-sleeved exercise outfit. She leans up against the bulkhead, panting and sweating. :: "I love being out of sickbay..." Hakran K'hal: :: to those working with him on the slingshot calculations:: 0.045% success rate. I hardly need say "not good enough" here people. We either start making progress or we're going to have to do something else. Cptn Swain: ::Walks onto the bridge looking like he hadn't slept :: Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> Where did you say this happened? ::as he works:: Hunter Matheson: Helm locker door jumped out at me. Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::eyes him::: Right. Hunter Matheson: Think I'll live? Indaura Ryssan: :: Working in medical :: Rhan K'hal: :: double-take as he glances at Swain :: Er... howdy, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Irene calls up Hakran on her com badge. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. I'm in one timeline again and feeling great. Anything I can help with? I'm not sure if I'm officially cleared for duty but I can't just sit here." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her seat on the bridge, Miranda looked over the lists of items that the Lysander was able to spare them, assigning them to various departments that were handling the repairs.:: Hunter Matheson: Dr Julian Trajan> ::snort:: Tell you what, Gunny. Don't know why you used the tourniquet 'cause it wasn't needed. But better safe than sorry. Now get your butt up there and finish the job. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. ::hops down and wanders toward the lift::: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps in::: Bridge. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up as Swain approaches and nods.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes a deep breath before exiting onto the bridge::: Cptn Swain: Status report? Hunter Matheson: ::lets it out and stops, hearing status report::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ If you're not officially on duty I can't tell you officially what to do. I can officially tell you that you don't want to be anywhere near the physics labs. You might as well take the opportunity to look into your... situation. Rhan K'hal: Repairs are continuing, Miranda hasn't put the whip down yet today. Otherwise we're getting our supplies tucked away. Hunter Matheson: ::then picks up the data crystals and isolinear chips that need replacing, then goes to work::: Rhan K'hal: There are some very grumpy scientists though. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Understood, unofficially." :: She headed off toward the genetics labs. :: +Hakran+ "I can give you a brief of what we've figured out so far, if you have the time. Unless Lt. K'h-- er, Rhan filled you in." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Lysander has given us much of what we need to repair the hull. They didn't have everything, but we can make do. Hakran K'hal: :: heads into his office :: Hunter Matheson: ::sits cross-legged under the helm console and replaces those that need it, tossed the fried ones, and secures the panel::: Cptn Swain: Good. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ I've been up to my mane in tiny numbers and constants symbols for 3 days. I haven't even seen Rhan since the work with the Lysander started, though Maryse sent me a brief memo that I might have seen one out of every 10 letters of. All I know is your unusual situation is even more unusual. Hunter Matheson: ::scoots back and slips onto the helm chair::: Irene Mincine: :: There's a long pause on the other end. :: +Hakran+ "...that's probably the best summary. I'll leave you to your work, sir." Hunter Matheson: ::checking the panel as it comes alive::: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good luck. Hunter Matheson: ::and lets out the breath he's been holding for a few days... or at least it feels like it::: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs a hypo out of his desks, dials in a combo stim & analgesic to keep him going and kill his headache - then heads back to the physics lab to continue work :: Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward command::: Helm shows green. We won't know if it's fully operational until we try it. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a deep breath:: I want a full report from science by the end of the day. Cptn Swain: We need to make some choices. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels back:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene sighed and arrived in the genetics lab. She had made little progress, no leads, nothing so far other than that there's no way the genetic self-preservation program came from this timeline. She idly spun a small self-refrigerating vial of her blood. :: "You're full of mysteries..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, we do. ::Grimly.:: Hunter Matheson: ::puts helm through complete diagnostics::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tending to a few patients :: Rhan K'hal: I'll drop Hak the message. Hopefully he'll be too busy to respond, but if I suddenly hide under my desk you'll know why. :: starts inputting the message, adds in a quieter aside :: I should turn the volume down though, just in case. Cptn Swain: I'll be in my ready room going over the calculations again. Hunter Matheson: ::makes a few adjustments and runs another series of diagnostics:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll likely be in engineering, trying to patch together the rest of the ship. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Aye. I'll be here. Hunter Matheson: ::and while it's running, he checks out the equipment locker that attacked him, cleaning it up and taking and inventory::: Hakran K'hal: :: receives the message, growls :: By the end of the day, I hardly see the point in waiting that long. :: sigh :: Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Very well. Hakran K'hal: All right, you lot keep at it and let me know if a miracle happens. I'm going to go start the report for the Captain. I'm going to need time to put it together if he wants something more than word vomit or raw data. Hakran K'hal: :: heads back into his office :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Feels better that medical is in good condition, for the most part :: Irene Mincine: "Computer..." :: Irene shoved the vial into an analysis device and rattled off some temporal scanning orders. The bridge might notice a spike in power consumption by the science wing. :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: raises an eyebrow at "word vomit" and files that one away :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to read up on any time traveling medical concerns :: Hunter Matheson: ::and he's back at helm, verifying diagnostics and checking the status of his previous settings, realizing that they won't work where they are now::: Rhan K'hal: :: as the extra power consumption isn't over an alarm threshold, doesn't even notice as he continues tinkering with a pair of subroutines to get the various working shards of the computer cores to work more cohesively :: Cptn Swain: ::heads to his ready room:: Cptn Swain: Augustine> ::emerges onto the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the console, thinking:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks up :: Hello Commander. Irene Mincine: :: A damaged power relay blows under the stress, which scares the hell out of Irene and kills the scan in progress. Irene jumps out of her seat! :: "What the hell? That shouldn't have happened." :: She looks over the scan results that she *did* get. :: "Reacts with... fermionic radiation... temporal de-stabilization..." Hunter Matheson: :::turns hearing K'hal and acknowledges with::: Sir. Hunter Matheson: ((that was to Augustine)) Rhan K'hal: :: does get an alarm about that, as does Engineering :: Bio lab? They did let Irene out, didn't they. :: shrugs :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> This has been a fun little cruise. Hunter Matheson: ::sighs:: Yes, sir, it has. Rhan K'hal: Oh, a bucketful of joy. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Tapping rapidly on her data padd, she sent yet another set of instructions to her engineering teams with their new supplies in mind. She was still worried about their hull stress.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene furiously scribbles on a padd, putting 2 and 2 together. She calls up Hakran again. :: +Hakran+ "Ensign Mincine to Lt. K'hal. Don't hang up, you're gonna want to hear what I've figured out." Hakran K'hal: :: stops as the words start blurring :: To hell with it, if he wants a... :: interrupted by Irene :: Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Go ahead. Cptn Swain: Augustin> It could have been worse. Rhan K'hal: I've served on this ship long enough to know that's true. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I've got access to my lab equipment again, which let me confirm some things and... find some unexpected effects. It seems that the inert protein that the DNA was producing is some kind of... temporal lubricant, I guess. I stuck it in this scanner and..." :: She went on and on with technobabble that added up to 'makes things slide through time like a knife through butter'. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Assuming we survive of course. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ :: looks at the word salad of his first draft of his report :: I'm on my way. I need to get off my ass anyway before my tail falls off. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Or get back to our time and not some other time. Or like some other universe. Like imagine a universe where Klingons wear pink velour and the Excalibur is a pirate ship. You think Swain has a eye patch and a peg leg in that universe? Rhan K'hal: :: swivels to look at Augustin :: Are you feeling all right? Hakran K'hal: :: exits his office and meanders his way to the biolab :: Hunter Matheson: ::blink::: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::smirks:: It could happen. Rhan K'hal: "Could" doesn't mean "should." There are some things even the multiverse should be ashamed of. Hakran K'hal: :: arrives in the biolab to the lovely aroma of blown power relay :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and gave Augustin a dry look as she passed.:: Don't jinx us, please. ::Heading for the turbolift.:: Hunter Matheson: :::concentrating on cleaning up the area::: Irene Mincine: "Sir, you've got to see this." :: She practically shoves a padd in Hakran's hands. :: "See when the sample was bombarded at that wavelength?" :: A panel was blown open in the wall and the desktop scanner, still with the refrigerated blood vial inside, had its top blown off. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::grins taking his station:: Cptn Swain: AND Hakran K'hal: By plank's constant woman, can you not work for 2 hours without blowing something up? :: takes PADD :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0512.2019 The Excalibur continues to work with the crew of the Lysander to make repairs and calculations for an attempt to return home to our correct time period.
  12. SD 0505.2019 The Excalibur is making some repairs with assistance from the USS Lysander, as well as working on calculations to hopefully return us to the correct time period.
  13. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is making some repairs with assistance from the USS Lysander, as well as working on calculations to hopefully return us to the correct time period. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: ::sorting gear to repair the helm console and other things in the area that were damaged::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is restrained in her biobed, but at least she's not violent anymore! She comes to. :: "The hell is this?" :: She struggles but makes no progress toward getting out. :: Rhan K'hal: ::swings back into sickbay to present the (hopefully) final round of nanite programming so Irene doesn't split various parts of her anatomy into separate times when they attempt to go Back to the Future:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Placing her plant and soil samples for catalogization :: Hakran K'hal: :: down in the physical science section, remotely working with the Lysander on the calculations with the rest of the spacetime scientists :: Hunter Matheson: ::digging into the boxes, looking for compatible equipment and having a hard time:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Truth be told, the idea of somehow going in time again and not getting smooshed in the process scared her :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checks in on Irene.:: How are you feeling? Hunter Matheson: ::stops to think::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks like a cross between disoriented and hungover. :: "How much did I drink last night? Whose holding cell is this? Starfleet? Earth? The Ferengi embassy?" Hunter Matheson: ::kneels by the console, flips open the panel and checks the data crystals::: Maryse Dubois: I hope that's a joke, and not you being time displaced again. Indaura Ryssan: :: Hears Dr. Dubois speak :: Hakran K'hal: :: holding his head in his paws as the calculations have to go back eight steps again due to the latest round of additional mass brought aboard :: William Chocox: These engines are a right mess. The next time I'm at a spacedock I'm going to have a word with those guys. Rhan K'hal: :: stops outside the door to Irene's room (for a change) :: I come bearing gifts of code. Is everyone decent? Hunter Matheson: ::only three compromised, which is pretty good considering the flip and flop it took to get where we are now::: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked confused. :: "What? I had a hell of an 18th birthday party, I think. I don't remember aaaaanything. Is that what you mean?" Maryse Dubois: Sure... ::Smiles as Rhan enters.:: Cptn Swain: ::In the ready room working with Sati:: Rhan K'hal: :: steps in :: Sounds like the sooner we get this over with, the better. Hunter Matheson: ::scoots out, strolling toward the helm equipment locker, jerks it open and reaches in, only to scrape his arm along the damaged locker door::: Damn.... Indaura Ryssan: :: nods for some reason then goes back to her work :: Hunter Matheson: ::grabs the chips and the med kit, kicks the door closed, data crystals on the console, opens the med kit and starts working::: Irene Mincine: "I am never drinking again." :: she said probably for the thousandth time. :: "We were supposed to just go out to the Klingon bar... and then I was gonna get a tat... and then... ugh..." :: Irene looked sick. :: Rhan K'hal: :: takes his usual seat and loads up the programming on the console :: Hunter Matheson: ::wrap wrap wrap after antibiotic, replaces the chips, secures the console, and there's a drip...drip...drip on the floor::: Maryse Dubois: ::Preps the hypo.:: Last one. Hunter Matheson: ::tightens the gauze, slaps on another pad, and finally uses the tourniquet:: Rhan K'hal: Crossable digits crossed. Hunter Matheson: ::mutters a lot of words no one should hear::: Hunter Matheson: (TL in working order?) Irene Mincine: "Hangover cure?" William Chocox: ::replaces his current panel and goes to the next one in line:: Maryse Dubois: Yes...A hangover cure. ::gives her the hypo.:: Rhan K'hal: Yep, it'll be like turning the clock forward and it'll be a distant memory. Indaura Ryssan: :: Shakes her head thinking about that Irene is going through :: Hunter Matheson: :::steps into the lift:: Med bay. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to be a smartass and correct at the same time :: Hunter Matheson: ::exits on the medical level and walks in, wondering if he has to take a number::: Irene Mincine: "Shoot me up, docs! I feel like I'm gonna hork all over the place, so make it quick." Cptn Swain: ::to Sati:: The numbers still don't work. Maryse Dubois: ::Stands back to let the nanites do their magic.:: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the "line of fire" between Irene's position and his console :: Didn't realize I was going to need a tarp. And they're off! Hunter Matheson: ::looking around for a doc or nurse, or at least a corpsman:: Cptn Swain: Sati> ::rubs the bridge of her nose:: We could find another star to use for the slngshot. Hunter Matheson: ::rings the little bell that's near the entrance::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: arrives in a somewhat timely manner and takes up a position at the time bubble controller :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene closes her eyes. Looks like this one's going smoother than the others, at least. :: "Oh, man..." :: She's pretty tightly restrained, so at least this time she can't jump up and punch everyone? Hunter Matheson: ::bur everyone's busy::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Apologies for my tardiness, I got caught behind another lift. Rhan K'hal: Hopefully we won't need you except to hit the "OFF" button, ensign. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes over to Doctor Dubois :: How is Mincine? Hunter Matheson: ::date, time, on the tourniquet, just in case::: Maryse Dubois: Hopefully this is her last treatment. Rhan K'hal: :: starts getting first round telemetry from the nanite supervisors :: So far, so good. She might start to experience a little strange blood chemistry in a moment. You might want to have one of the all-in-ones ready, Maryse. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's skin takes on a grayish tone as the blood chemistry begins to change. Are those veins turning... green? :: "Maryse! Rhan!" :: Looks like she's back to the right time, at least. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Takes hypo out of her pocket.:: All set. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns both at Irene's physical appearance and the bevy of alarms going off on his console :: That wasn't in the game plan. Rhan K'hal: :: attempts to adjust on the fly, but has quite a bit of lag with the computer system being what it is :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Experiencing fluctuations in her temporal alignment. I cannot compensate with the time bubble however, as the fluctuations are at different levels in different parts of her body. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting in the med entrance::: Irene Mincine: "Do something before I turn inside-out!" :: Irene looked in rough shape. :: Cptn Swain: Not really an option. The longer we're around this time period the more risk of contamination. Hakran K'hal: Semek> More likely parts of your body will begin to disappear as they... Rhan K'hal: Not the best time for honesty, Mr. Semek. Hunter Matheson: ::tries another way: Alors, peut-être je devrait demander à quelqu'un ...::: Rhan K'hal: :: the nanites begin a reversion of changes up until the instabilities occurred :: Hunter Matheson: ::stands up to wander toward the docs::: Maryse Dubois: ::Gives Irene the hypo to help stabilize her.:: What was that? Irene Mincine: "What? Rhan!" :: She gradually went from gray back to her normal naturally copper-ish skin. :: Hakran K'hal: Semek> Temporal alignment instabilities decreasing. Rhan K'hal: DNA stabilizing. It appears your sleeper DNA has a fail-safe hostile takeover defense mechanism. Indaura Ryssan: :: Making sure she is recording all of this :: Irene Mincine: "I'm going to kill whoever did this to me!" :: Irene struggled in her restraints. :: "Let me out of these things, it's me and I'm back at my normal time!" Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Is it me or is this well beyond the kind of genetic engineering we're used to seeing among the major powers? When even these nanites are coming up in second place. Hunter Matheson: ::figures he can get a corpsman in MARDET and leaves::: Hakran K'hal: Semek> That does indeed sound like the current Ms. Mincine. Indaura Ryssan: Matheson? Something I can help you with? Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Oh. Hi doc. Yeah, I cut my arm pretty deep when I reached into the helm locker. Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: We're not dealing with someone typical here. Indaura Ryssan: How on Denobula? :: sit over here :: Hunter Matheson: Got a tourniquet on it about 30 minutes ago. ::points to the info on the tourn.cuf::: Rhan K'hal: That's what I was afraid of. Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Rhan K'hal: Mr. Semek. How is her time stability? Can we let her out of this bubble yet? Hunter Matheson: You're busy, so I thought I'd go to MARDET for a corpsman. They're pretty good at this kind of thing. Irene Mincine: "I'm very typical." :: Hmph. Her stability was much better than before, though. :: Indaura Ryssan: And leaving scars. :: scans the wound :: William Chocox: ::whistles tunelessly as he works:: Maryse Dubois: With all of my knowledge, I don't think we're dealing with someone from the Alpha or Beta quadrants...at least not in our timeline... Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: reviews the data :: Her temporal stability is well within the parameters Dr. Dubois set up early on in the process. It is my professional opinion the time bubble can be deactivates so long as no more treatments are in progress. Cptn Swain: ((TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Indaura Ryssan: Tell you what, how about I escort you down there? Hunter Matheson: Uh.. sure. Hunter Matheson: You think I need it? I mean... it doesn't seem to be that bad. Irene Mincine: "Thank Kahless!" :: She was more interested in getting out than anything else. :: "Nobody from the Delta quadrant hates us enough to do... whatever it is they did to me." Rhan K'hal: :: nods at Semek, then looks at Maryse :: It's your call. I'm sure you'd be happy for some peace and quiet, and I'm sure my brother would be happy to have her back in the saddle. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: I can agree to that. Maryse Dubois: ::Undoes the restraints.:: Indaura Ryssan: I wish to take a break from sickbay. :: Sprays something on the wound to stabilize it. :: Rhan K'hal: Hit the big red button, Mr. Semek. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma' Hunter Matheson: Ma'am Hakran K'hal: Semek> The off button is cyan, Lieutenant. And its size does... Rhan K'hal: Oh good grief, how fresh from Vulcan are you. Just turn the damn thing off. Hakran K'hal: Semek> :: blink :: Yes, sir. :: turns off the time bubble :: Hunter Matheson: ::following the doc toward the lift::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Rhan K'hal: They can take your DNA, but they cannae take your freedom. Irene Mincine: :: With the restraints removed, she sits up on the biobed. :: "I'm free!" :: She hops out of the bed and promptly collapses to her knees. :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  14. MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having returned to the bridge while Irene gets her genome mapped and is probably napping through it, frowns at his console and mutters to no one in particular :: Why does it feel like all I do is coordinate shopping lists? William Chocox: ::is double checking Engineering's list:: Maryse Dubois: ::Had followed Rhan to the bridge, her staff keeping watch on Irene.:: oh but you're so good at it. Rhan K'hal: My everlasting curse. Hakran K'hal: @ :: heading over to the shuttle area, needing yet another ride back to the ship, also muttering to no one in particular :: Want to know what supplies I need? How about a working transporter? Hunter Matheson: @ ::med tent, taking inventory:: Hakran K'hal: @ :: snags one of the teeny tiny shuttles and its bored driver, sits in the #2 seat with his arms crossed over his chest while the pilot does the pre-flight :: Maryse Dubois: Well at least you don't have to worry about me. Medical supplies are still fine. We just need foodstuffs. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Still on the planet (?), Indi continues her medical reclamation :: William Chocox: So, does this list seem like it's enough? Rhan K'hal: Which might be one of the harder things for them to part with unless they head back for a resupply themselves. Those Mirandas aren't exactly stuffed to the brim with tuna sandwiches. Hakran K'hal: @ :: zooms away from the base camp again as the shuttle zooms up to Excalibur's orbit :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::categorizing, setting up, checking emergency med sets, gloves, you name it:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives on the bridge:: Maryse Dubois: Probably...::Thinking about starfleet history.:: But don't they have food synthesizers? Would material from those work with our replicators? Rhan K'hal: :: swivels an ear at the door swish, identifies the sound of the footprints :: Finally emerge from hibernation, Issaha? Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: That's something I'll have to check. Assuming the data is available. :: pokes at his console :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking over Will's work, she nodded.:: For a start. I don't know if they'll have even half of these, but it can't hurt to ask. Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope we have a way to quickly get this on the ship if we need. William Chocox: We won't know if we don't ask. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha as she sits by Rhan.:: Hakran K'hal: :: arrives back on board the ship, makes his way to the nearest lift as the shuttle heads promptly back planetside :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::wanders toward her::: Same here, Doc. Hunter Matheson: @ ::::shows her his padd:: Looks like we have everything major except extra hypospray modules. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her station, taking the data padd with her.:: Keep on with the repairs. I'll let you know if anything comes of our requests. I'm off to the bridge. Hunter Matheson: @ But given what there is on planet, we might not need too many. At least I hope not. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances over to Rhan:: I am told we have saviors? Hunter Matheson: @ ::sends the inventory it to her padd::: William Chocox: Have fun meeting people from the past. William Chocox: ::goes back to the repairs:: Rhan K'hal: Looks like the material is compatible, but the individual supply cubes come wrapped in packs of 25. We'll have to have them processed through the replicators to separate them back into storage. Rhan K'hal: :: Issaha :: I don't know if I'd qualify them as saviors, yet. We don't even know how much they can do for us. Maryse Dubois: Well it's better than eating protein bars. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: I have some ideas. Hakran K'hal: :: pops out of the bridge turbolift :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes the lift up to the bridge in search of the Captain.:: Hakran K'hal: :: comes up behind Issaha Going to let your boss in on those? Maryse Dubois: :;Sees others arrive on the bridge.:: Looks like we're having a party. Rhan K'hal: An actually staffed bridge! :: melodramatically feigns fainting :: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Indaura Ryssan: @ :: sighs and sits :: Hunter Matheson: @ You okay, ma'am? Hunter Matheson: @ ::visual check doesn't look that good::: Hakran K'hal: :: rolls eyes :: So what's this about getting supply lists in? You realize I've got people crawling around the planet getting those supplies. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::hands him a PADD:: These were the calculations the Captain has been working on. There are, well, a lot of variables. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: looks :: I'm just tired, hoping we are working on a way to get back... Maryse Dubois: ::Points at the brightly colored ship on the viewscreen.:: A new shopping center arrived. Hakran K'hal: :: takes, looks it over, blinks a few times :: Master of understatement. :: hands it back to Issaha :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced about the bridge as she stepped out, heading for Swain's ready room.:: Hakran K'hal: :: glances at the viewscreen :: Ugh, I hate Mirandas. Hunter Matheson: @ Same here, Doc. How about a drink? Packets available on the rack. Hakran K'hal: :: sees THE Miranda walk out of the lift just in time to hear that :: The starships, I should specify. Maryse Dubois: I prefer them in that form, as opposed to the flying deathtrap we were recently in. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving Hakran an amused stare.:: I would hope so. Hunter Matheson: @ Your choice. Indaura Ryssan: @ How about a coffee? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::tries to hide a smirk:: Rhan K'hal: Ah, the sweet memories. :: glances over at Miranda :: Commander. Cap is still closeted away with the Lysander's command team. Hunter Matheson: @ Well, ma'am. Since it's the med tent, all we have is decaf if that'll work. Unless you have a stash somewhere. Hakran K'hal: :: Issaha :: So what's your idea to turn that into something useful? Other than having everyone on the ship do math homework for 6 months. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I am so aware. ::Ringing the chimes to Swain's ready room.:: Cptn Swain: Come. Indaura Ryssan: $ :: Reaching in her gown :: I keep something on my person all times. Cptn Swain: Issaha> They have a much more powerful computer. Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Hand a packet to Matheson :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::crooked grin, takes the packet:: Heat it up? Rhan K'hal: :: scowls :: Only because ours got turned into Swiss cheese. :: defends his baby :: Hakran K'hal: For the moment, yes. I imagine the Captain has already considered that the main priority when it comes to any help the Lysander can provide. Indaura Ryssan: @ And some water Hunter Matheson: @ Or does it heat as soon as you open it? We had some of those aboard the Nimitz. Hunter Matheson: @ Yes, ma'am. Water coming up. Hunter Matheson: @ :::opening the locker to snag a fresh bottle, then hands it to her::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped into the ready room with Swain and his guests, giving them a nod.:: Captain. Hunter Matheson: @ ::standing next to her, keeping one eye on the few remaining patients, he opens his coffee packet::: Indaura Ryssan: @ I hope coffee is considered in supply runs. Cptn Swain: Welcome Miranda. This is Captain Cormoran and his XO, Commander Jaypal. Hunter Matheson: @ ::and it heats to proper temp:: Um... maybe not in this era? Guess we'll find out. William Chocox: ::taps out some more commands and orders before going back to working on the engines:: Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Augustin really needs to double-check what his team is sending into the supply requests. Or he has a sweet tooth himself. Apparently "chocolate covered cranberries" is a high priority. Indaura Ryssan: @ Coffee has been around for millennia. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks that line out :: Maryse Dubois: Those sound really good about now. Hunter Matheson: @ Since.... Ethiopia of earth, right? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Captain, Commander. Welcome aboard the Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> ::Nods:: Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I'll buy you a bag the next time we're near the proper era of civilization. Cptn Swain: Svati> ::smiles:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Has the Captain sufficiently explained our situation? Indaura Ryssan: @ :: Nods, preparing her coffee :: Hakran K'hal: :: gets a comm from Semek, who is down planetside - walks over next to the powered down replicator to take it :: Cptn Swain: Jesselyin> I believe so. A rather... interesting journey it sounds like. Hakran K'hal: :: walks back over to Rhan and Maryse :: Good news, our first shuttle shipment of the carbon-rich lettuce is due to take off in 15. That will reclamate nicely into the replicator system. Maryse Dubois: Good news indeed. Rhan K'hal: :: stretches :: I hope so, because I'm not planning on going vegetarian any time soon. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Aye. And we are in need of certain supplies that we're unable to fabricate ourselves. ::She moved to Swain's desk to give him the report from engineering.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Ah Cptn Swain: Svati> ::nods:: We should be able to help with that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We were hoping as much. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 0428.2019 MISSION BRIEF: The USS Lysander, a period vessel, has located the Excalibur and is preparing to render aid. Swain is meeting with their Captain and XO while the rest of the crew gets lists of needed supplies ready.