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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 0113.2018 The Excalibur was thrown about by a rather impressive CGI explosion caused by the warp core of the Kaedwani cruiser detonating near the spatial anomaly we encountered when we entered the system, which then seemingly revealed the freighter that started this whole mess appearing through a "window" in the disturbance and it exploding as well. Excalibur ship and crew are both wounded, with primary systems offline including external sensors and main power.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: << Everyone give me a number 1-10 >> William Chocox: ((8)) Irene Mincine: ((6)) Maryse Dubois: ((7)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( 3 )) Cptn Swain: (( this is going to be pretty lol )) Indaura Ryssan: (3) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The wave roils out in a gorgeous display that no doubt is taking like half of a seasons budget. And in that moment, sensors detect almost a window opening in the explosion where a freighter is moving along at impulse. Sensors detect a distress call and then a second explosion rippling out from the "window." The energy dispersed is massive, sending all four ships flying in various directions. Cptn Swain: ::Grabs onto the railing again as the Excalibur is sent flying in all directions:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda had braced for the impact, but even those few moments of preparation weren't sufficient to keep her from being knocked about. The armrest of her chair struck her ribs hard and her fingers dug into the fabric as she tried to keep her seat.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: bracing for something or not, she's trying to keep medical in preparation mode :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries to brace herself at her station but ends up flying across her side of the bridge, slamming into some broken piece of equipment as the Science II station showers the area in sparks and slag. She remains down once the shaking calms down. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Manages to get braced between a wall and a biobed.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :::oof:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Indaura is tossed to the wall as the ship and all of its contents are spun around on all three axis :: Hunter Matheson: ::Kal had seen it coming and braced for impact, but the milliseconds he had to respond went beyond ordinary response. His head snapped back against the helm chair, then forward and sideways several times, and he blacked out::: Cptn Swain: ::Pulling himself back, up looking more rumpled than before a cut on his forehead bleeding:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Has the wind knocked out of her :: Maryse Dubois: ::Pulls herself up, looking around sickbay.:: Is everyone alright? Irene Mincine: :: Irene groans, confirming she can still move all her limbs at least. She doesn’t get up, though. :: “...impact.” :: She’s tangled up in a pile of metal and electronics. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She pushed her hair out of her face as the ship slowed and winced as her next breath stung painfully.:: +Medical+ Everyone in one piece down there? We need assistance on the bridge. Indaura Ryssan: I feel mauled by a pakled, but I am alright. Maryse Dubois: ::Checking on everyone.:: +Miranda+ We're a little shaken. I'll be on my way. Cptn Swain: ::Pulls himself up more fully:: That hurt. Hunter Matheson: ::he finally comes around, muttering something about getting helmets and tack gear and maybe a new head and neck if they got any at MARDET::: Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs a kit.:: I'll go to the bridge. I think I don't need to mention we're about to get busy. I'll be back as fast as I can. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped at her armrest console, sending a message to all decks for a damage report.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets up :: What happened? William Chocox: ::looks around after shaking his head to clear it:: Is there an alarm going or are my ears just ringing? William Chocox: +Bridge+ Guys, what just happened? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::had strapped in seconds before so was shaken but not stirred:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::starting to pull himself together:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ One of the damaged ships ejected their core and it flew into the nearby spatial anomaly. We were hit by the blast. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Most of the consoles on the bridge are out, and power is flickering intermittently as the automated systems struggle to compensate. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need status on our engines and power systems. We're all but dead up here. Irene Mincine: “I think I’m gonna need a new station, Commander.” :: Science II is a smoking pile. Irene somehow managed to avoid getting burned too badly, at least. The blood she spit up was a little concerning though. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks around :: The ship is having trouble. Our backups have kicked on... Hunter Matheson: ::rests his elbows on the console, head in his hands to stop the spinning and mutters::: Holy sh*t.. what was that? William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Yeah, I've got a million alarms going on. Let me see what I can get you. William Chocox: ::starts getting status reports:: Maryse Dubois: ::I'm not sure what happened, but you have sickbay. ::Takes her kit and heads for the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Safe travel... Hunter Matheson: Tork> You okay boss? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose and stumbled to her feet to one of the aux consoles to see if she can diagnose the problem from the bridge.:: Medical is on the way, Mincine. Hunter Matheson: ::breathing deeply:: Dunno. Take helm... if there still is one. Hunter Matheson: Tork> On it. Cptn Swain: ::Finding a console, he also started looking:: External sensors are offline. It's a wonder we have internal sensors. Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::working as best he can but not sure exactly what he can do:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets calls from those injured around the ship :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the bridge, looking around.:: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Hey guys, the good news is that the warp core is mostly ok. The bad news is that the entire propulsion system is a bit...um...messed up. Cptn Swain: Lovely. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed. :: “I’ll be fine, Commander. I think I bit my tongue when I landed. My back’s killing me, though. Can’t we get some softer bridge walls?” :: She reached behind herself, seeing her hand covered in blood when she pulls it out. :: “Oh...” Cptn Swain: Let's see about the other ships. Cptn Swain: Are communications working? Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees the first of the injured at medical's doorstep :: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes over to Miranda and Irene, popping open her kit.:: Hunter Matheson: ::leaning on the helm console, eyes pressed shut against a massive headache:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Hisses as she bent to remove the control panel to one of the consoles, pulling one of the diagnostic chips to scan with her tricorder.:: Cptn Swain: CardboardKhal> Communications array is down. Indaura Ryssan: :: Points to the beds :: Guess we have to line up... Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the blood on Irene's hand.:: Are you able to move? ::Scanning.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, I think Mincine and Matheson got the worst of it, though the Captain seems to be bleeding, as well. Cptn Swain: :Miranda:: So much for the quiet mission, huh? Irene Mincine: “We have to stop meeting like this.” :: Irene said as Maryse arrived. It looks like whatever Irene slammed into decided to get revenge by ramming a thick steel rod into her kidneys. :: “Yeah, I can move, Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::stops working and looks to Kal::: Irene Mincine: “ I just can’t get up.” Cptn Swain: I am fine. ::Touches forehead:: It’s just a scratch. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::somehow not bleeding green:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Commander, what's priority number one? Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Get under the console and check the chips first - see if they're salvageable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ First priority is making sure our essential systems don't go down. Second would be sensors. We need to know where we are. Engines will take longest. Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating the injured :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Swain a glance as she replaced the chip in the console and reached for another.:: I knew it was too good to be true. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma'am. ::starts delegating before grabbing his tools to get to work:: Maryse Dubois: ::Frowns.:: No, don't move. You have a rod in your kidney. +Indaura+ I need a stretcher team to sickbay. And get the surgical team ready. Hunter Matheson: Tork> :::slips to the deck and starts checking the chips:: Irene Mincine: “That’s... pretty bad, right...?” :: Irene was looking and sounding pretty out of it. A dark stain spread out from her lower back of her uniform and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning as he toyed with his own console. Not being a starfleet lifer, he didn't have much in the way of engineering expertise on their systems:: Maryse Dubois: Yeah it's bad, but quite fixable. ::Gives Irene a hypo as a stretcher team comes to collect her. They work carefully to free her from the console and get her to sickbay. Maryse then goes to Hunter.:: How are you doing, Gunny? Irene Mincine: :: Irene conks out and gets carried away. The Science II station continues shooting sparks. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snapped her fingers at Issaha and gestured to the chip she was holding.:: Start pulling these from the bottom, scan it for viability, and put it back if it is good. If it's bad, toss it and we'll replace it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Wrinkled her forehead at the sparking science console. Grunting in pain, she bent down to yank out the power node, cutting power to it entirely.:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods, and begins doing so:: Irene Mincine: :: The console finally goes out with one of those power-down hums. :: Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::finds most of the chips okay, a few need replacing::: Cptn Swain: ::Fiddling with the console around the bridge ring, it sparked a bit causing him to pull back a bit:: Hunter Matheson: ::Dubois:: Feel like hell. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts scanning him.:: Hunter Matheson: Head jerked around, snapped neck, nothing more. Just wanna puke... and sleep. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Working on her patients :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 0106.2018 Excalibur, in responding to a distress call, has found itself in a difficult situation. We pick up as the situation hits a critical point.
  4. MISSION BRIEFING: In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way standoff between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old wounds seemed to be reverting to earlier states. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: makes a rather high-pitched squeak :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene returns to the bridge with a fresh brace stabilizing her shoulder just in time for alarms to start going off. She rushes to her station! :: "What the hell are they doing?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Going to full impulse dive... Cptn Swain: (( LOL I forgot about the doom counter!) Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does so:: Shields up. Cptn Swain: ::Not in the command chair, eyes going wide:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The ship's systems strain as the Excalibur dives and the internal dampners struggle to compensate. Everybody gets shaken around and/or thrown off balance. Hakran K'hal: :: gets tumbled along with their guests in the sciencey holo-command center :: William Chocox: ::lands on the piece he was looking at:: William Chocox: Whoa! Cptn Swain: ::Hanging on to the railing:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nearly falls out of his chair:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda struggled to keep her seat, white-knuckle clenching her arm rests.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: claws click out, and there goes the upholstery again :: Irene Mincine: :: Tries to stabilize herself, ends up falling out of her chair before she gets settled. She spouts some choice Klingon curses and hops back up into it. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Everyone give me a number 1 - 10 )) William Chocox: ((8)) Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Cptn Swain: (( 5 )) Irene Mincine: (6) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The freighter impacts with Excalibur slightly, doing damage to one of the port nacelles. The Tamaran cruiser wasn't so lucky and gets hit head on. An explosion rocks the Excalibur as both ships are severely damaged. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: manages to hold on to his seat, but since his seat didn't hold onto the bridge floor that doesn't help much :: YOWWWWWL! William Chocox: +Bridge+ Chocox here, what just happened? Cptn Swain: ::Is thrown from his position near the center seat and smacks himself off the side of the main systems display:: Hakran K'hal: :: bangs into the holodeck wall as the simulated center disappears, hears a rather sickening crack from one of the others :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> :smacks his head off the console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Struggles to keep the ship from flying off course while hanging onto his console for dear life.:: Irene Mincine: :: Flies out of her chair, since she once again hadn't been settled in it! She bounces off one of the bridge rails and lands hard on the floor. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: lets go of the chair with his fur sticking straight up everywhere and struggles back to his console :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Power across the ship begins to flicker as the EPS grid lights up. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Port nacelle damage. The Kaedwan and Tamaran cruisers are severely damaged. Cptn Swain: ::Struggling black to his feet:: And the Romulans? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> They seemed to be in the one relatively safe spot in this mess, their shields are up but not detecting any damage. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly crawls back to her console, which is flickering with the power grid. :: "My console's useless, sir... can't tell you what's going on with anything out there from here." Cptn Swain: Coordinate emergency response with them. ::Looks to Miranda:: You okay? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Captain. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Is deffo going to have a bump on his forehead:: The EPS relays appear to be affected. William Chocox: ::notices the flickering:: Alright, analysis has been fun my Physicist friend, but duty calls. Cptn Swain: Augustin> Shields are holding, but just barely. Seeing some response delays. EPS network is compromised. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Roms+ Excalibur to [shipname], we're detecting bodies in the vacuum. We're experience some power difficulties, it would be best if you handled any transports. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::Eventually brings the ship level and things steady out. Wipes sweat from his forehead.:: Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: upside down :: Yeah, I gathered that from down here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Takes a breath.:: Yes, I'm fine. Are you? ::Stands and brushed back her hair, looking about the bridge.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's cut up but not too bad, fortunately. She wipes blood away that's dripping into her eyes. :: "Isolating the damaged nacelle from the power network should at least get the detailed scanners going again. I think." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: directs with cardboard medical to accept what they can of the other ships wounded :: Cptn Swain: ::Exhales:: I am going to be sore in the morning, but I think I'll be fine. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is too busy to even think about a joke about the Captain's hubby not being aboard anymore - well, there and gone again type of thought :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Medical is swamped, Captain. They had enough trouble with people coming in with old injuries, now we have new ones and a rescue operation. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Kaedwani ship is still experiencing power problems and has signaled they are going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Agh. The Kaedwani ship is going to eject their core. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> We really don't want that going boom right here right now. If the Romulans can't drag it off to a safe distance we should launch a fighter wing. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Was just about to suggest that. Cptn Swain: Can we use our tractor beam to push it as well? Cptn Swain: ::Looks to Miranda, trusting the engineer more than himself:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene slides over to another console, trying to figure out the safe distance to be from the core. :: "Um... we have to act fast, whatever we decide to do." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: listens to the message from the Romulan ship :: They don't want to move so they can continue transporting those in immediate danger. Sending the go to Flops. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded in agreement.:: Mr. K'hal, please contact them to do just that. We can move to a safe distance, but the other two ships are too disabled. William Chocox: ::makes his way back to engineering to coordinate repairs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Scowls slightly and moved to the engineering console on the bridge.:: Cptn Swain: Can we do it then? Cptn Swain: What’s our status? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ I need a status report on our engines. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: passes the 'would you mind dragging that thing off' order to Constance and checks the tractor status :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I'm on my way to Engineering right now. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I think we'd be marginable assistance with the tractor considering our lack of reliable power. The last thing we need is to try to gently nudge it and get a power surge and give it a right hook. Cptn Swain: Between us and the fighters we should be good. Where are we on launch? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Fighters are away. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the ship's internal sensors.:: Several of our decks have minor damage. One of the nacelles is offline. We still have one functional. Cptn Swain: It's always something. How long until the Kaedwani eject their core? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> I'll give it one wide-beam push to get it in the general direction, the fighters can take it over from there. :: aims, sets desired power level, and hits the green button :: Hakran K'hal: :: after getting himself upright, joins the Romulan and the Tamaran next to the keening Kaedwani, who has an appendage pointing the wrong way :: Hakran K'hal: :: contacts cardboard medical :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene pops over to another console. :: "I'm locked onto their core with the sensor grid. We should have advance notice if it's about to go boom. Looks like they're about to eject." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::still feeling a little woozy from the bump on his head::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Alarms go haywire again as their readings show the Kaedwani core going critical. The core ejects, shooting off rapidly away from the crippled ships. William Chocox: ::walks into Engineering and gets to work:: +Hawthorne+ Made it to Engineering Ma'am. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ K'hal to Swain. We have medical on the way for the Kaedwani scientist. Can we get her transferred to her ship? And, by the way, what's going on? Inquiring guests want to know. Irene Mincine: "You all right, Lieu--" :: Irene is distracted by one of those large blinking red lights on her console! :: "They've ejected their core. It's... gone critical, sir! Moving away extremely rapidly. Not sure about safe distance yet." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aaaagh. Fighters coming about hard, heading for the barn. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> It's well out of our tractor range, it's out of our hands now. William Chocox: ::looks up at the alarms:: Oh boy. Cptn Swain: +k'Hal+ The Kaedwani ship is experiencing trouble with their control systems and was out of control. We took an indirect hit, and the Tamarans weren't so lucky. Both ships are in critical condition and the Kaedwani just ejected their reactor core. PLease stand by. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Making a very loud noise:: Oh dear. The core and our fighters are headed directly for the anomaly. Hakran K'hal: +Swain+ Oh, is that all. I'll bring the Romulan and Tamaran to the conference room as soon as medical has the Kaedwani in their hands. K'hal out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Cardboard Hunter> ::As there was nothing they could do, he moved the Excalibur to a safe distance after all of the fighters had returned.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns to Issaha. :: "Am I right to believe that a warp core detonating in the anomaly would be *extremely bad*?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: Issaha :: I think your console needs a reboot, it's returning old data. Also: eep. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Possible! Cptn Swain: (( going to pause early, lol )) Cptn Swain: (( you know how i love a good cliff hanger )) Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: remotely gives Issaha's console a zap, which correctly shows the fighters now safely aboard, but the core is still going right for the anomaly, like a hole in one :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The camera cuts to the slow-mo of the core hurdling towards some pretty lights for visual emphasis and BOOOOOOOM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. SD 1223.2018 - No Sim (Christmas) SD 1230.2018 In the course of responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter near the border of Tamaran space, Excalibur found itself in a strange four-way stand off between Tamaran, Confederation and Romulan forces -- each of which had a slightly different version of events and sensor logs. After defusing the tension, Excalibur is currently leading an investigation into the destruction of the freighter, which was found some distance away from where the distress signal indicated having apparently drifted far longer than time would seem possible to allow. The investigative team is beginning to suspect a disturbance Excalibur passed through may have some part to play, especially after examining the wreckage and noting a number of mysterious sickbay calls where old woulds seemed to be reverting to earlier states.
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has started bringing aboard debris from the freighter, and the various members of the science crews from the other ships have also joined us. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is directing the various enlisted people in positioning the debris in a way that allows people to walk around them and look at all of them:: Hunter Matheson: ::helm, chewing on a mint::: Hakran K'hal: :: a Caitian, a Tamaran, a Kaedwani and a Romulan scientist walk into a bar er… holodeck 1 rather, which has been turned into a combination conference room and scientific data command center that's linked to the various labs :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::on the bridge, looking at the readings from their somewhat deeper scans of the area;; Irene Mincine: :: Irene walks back onto the bridge, re-taking her station. She holds her head once she gets in her chair. :: "Analgesic better kick in quick..." :: She looks at Issaha going over the sensor readings. :: "Find out anything new?" Indaura Ryssan: :: Down in medical :: Hakran K'hal: Have a seat, I'll go over what we've thus far discovered and what we're currently looking at and for. Rhan K'hal: :: also on the bridge, concentrating on organizing the debris recovery operation at mission ops :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking over the internal sensor logs, trying to figure out why so many are having headaches.:: Hakran K'hal: :: gives a basic and brief summary while trying to measure up the various representatives to see who and what he's dealing with :: Hunter Matheson: ::scanning the board, making sure they're not moving from stationkeeping, which would make stationkeeping a misnomer and maybe create some heavy you-know-what for the Romulan ship::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> A few more crew arrive in medical, though these are complaining of pains in recently healed wounds. Several have cuts and abrasions that have reopened and are bleeding. Rhan K'hal: :: getting aggravated with one of his underlings, gets rather growlier than is his custom :: We only keep two sphinxes aboard, and they can't pick up everything. They're to be saved for what science determines to be too unstable for transport. Understood? Indaura Ryssan: :: Tends to the first wounded :: What's going on here? :: scans where the pain is :: Maryse Dubois: ((Swain isn't going to start moving from various Excalibur's in time now is he?)) Cptn Swain: (( Don't give me ideas )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((::shudders at the idea of a time travel episode::)) Hakran K'hal: So, the chronitons are our major indicator at this point, but until we get more data from the debris we won't be able to say with any certainty if the destroyed vessel was in any way affected by the anomaly the Excalibur experienced. William Chocox: ::Random Crewman:: One meter between all pieces as much as possible! How many times does that need to be repeated? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned on one side of her seat, leg bouncing as she looked over the scans.:: Hakran K'hal: Various Scientists> :: in CB 1, using the big gun scanners on the debris :: Maryse Dubois: ::To Indaura as she passes by.:: I wish I knew. Hakran K'hal: :: rises :: All of the data on the debris will be available on this bank of kiosks. :: rises and does a Vanna White :: Other external data will be available on other kiosks. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ Sickbay to Bridge. Rhan, when you said we passed though a couple chronitons, exactly how many was that? I'm getting crewmen in here with old cut and scars reopening. Hakran K'hal: If any of you have ideas, or wish to provide independent analysis I am willing to allow the data itself to be transmitted to your own people, and you may view the debris itself. Irene Mincine: "Lt. Kaelin, you're not doing that Vulcan silence thing at me, are you?" :: Irene reaches over to shake his chair, then immediately grabs her supposedly no-longer-bum shoulder. :: "Ah, ****! Maryse, you butcher..." :: Grrr. :: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ The time we were really looking for it? Again, not that many. But it wasn't the first time we passed through it, and we weren't really going sensors blazing because of the delicate diplomatic issues. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::lifts a brow:: Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ So I can't tell you exactly how many we may have been exposed to overall. Indaura Ryssan: :: to someone on the biobed :: I remember using the regenerator on this very wound. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Are you... injured? Irene Mincine: "I *was*, a month ago." :: Frustrated, she spins around in her chair. :: "Permission to be relieved, Commander... I need to take a trip to sickbay." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced up to Irene, brows raised in curiosity.:: Are you feeling ill, Mincine? Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I see. Well then inform Command, that I recommend to avoid passing through the anomaly again until we can figure something out. Hakran K'hal: Physicist> :: calls out to Will :: Excuse me sir, do you have something available that can do a thorough alloy analysis on this? I'm getting something funky. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ Acknowledged. William Chocox: Yeah, hold on. ::grabs an appropriate tool and walks over to them:: What kind of funky? Hakran K'hal: Physicist> It's like some of this has separated back into its component metals, but that doesn't make sense. Irene Mincine: :: Irene gave Miranda a look, like 'uhhhhh, yeah?'. She was holding her repaired shoulder with her other arm. :: "I was just reaching for, um... something... and felt a pop. I want to get it looked at." William Chocox: No...no it does not. ::starts running his tool over it:: Rhan K'hal: :: to the command area :: Doctor Dubois strongly advises we avoid the anomaly until we know what's going on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded and waved a hand in dismissal.:: Then go, if you need to. I hope it is nothing serious. Hakran K'hal: :: satisfied that for now that the foreign trio are willing to check out the data buffet he laid out, heads off to a quiet corner of the holographic science-o-rama room :: +Issaha+ Lt Kaelin, report. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Lifts brow in faux-vulcan fashion:: Fascinating Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Did she say why, Mr. K'hal? ::Looking to Rhan.:: Irene Mincine: "Yeah. Me too, sir." :: Irene gave a quick 'Sorry' to Issaha, followed by a slight laugh at his Vulcan response, then headed down to sickbay. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Khal+ We started doing deeper scans of the area across a deeper spectrum. Rhan K'hal: She was concerned about the quantity of chronitons we may have been exposed to, but if she has any further ideas she didn't say, Commander. William Chocox: ::looks at the tool's display:: That can't be right. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Any ideas? Cptn Swain: Issaha> +K'hal+ There are some... fascinating results so far, but nothing conclusive. Perhaps if we were able to cross reference the readings from the other ships. Hakran K'hal: Physicist> Sir? Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I'll see if I can pry some data out of our guests. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Send down the scan particulars and I'll pass it along. Cptn Swain: Issaha>+Khal+ ::tapping away:: Sending now. The subspace scans in particular are interesting. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Understood. K'hal out. Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrived at sickbay, looking for Dr. Dubois, still holding her recently-repaired shoulder. :: "Busy in here, isn't it?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Hmm... well, keep us out of it for now. Mr. Khal, if you haven't received sensor logs from the other ships, please contact them to have them sent over. It would be nice to have other data to compare to our own. Hakran K'hal: :: heads over to the reps, asks them for the independent scans to his Vulcan-for-a-day's specs :: William Chocox: So...look, some of this is just what we'd expect to find if it was blown up. However, look here. ::points:: Those are literally the component materials that this alloy is made out of. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor? Hakran K'hal: Physicist> No. [REDACTED]. Way. :: blush :: Sorry, sir. But wow. Hunter Matheson: ::grabs another mint before rubbing his temples::: Cptn Swain: :Exits onto the bridge, tea cup in hand: Maryse Dubois: :;Was still looking over data, then turns. Sees Irene.:: The shoulder? :;Sighs.:: William Chocox: Yes [REDACTED] way. That doesn't make any sense. At least from my engineering perspective. Rhan K'hal: Looks like our guests are asking for that as we speak, Commander. Maryse Dubois: I guess it couldn't just be simple cuts that come undone. Hakran K'hal: Phys> Can you send that to the labs asap, sir? Lt. K'hal will definitely want that nugget. Indaura Ryssan: :: to the room :: Do we rebill these people for these treatments?" Rhan K'hal: Cargo Handler with a broken foot> Ha. Ha. Ha. William Chocox: Yes, yes I will. Irene Mincine: :: Nod nod. :: "It was perfectly fine... then it wasn't. So much for Klingon resilience, huh? It feels like you never did anything to it!" Rhan K'hal: We're receiving incoming data stream from the Romulan and Kaedwani ships. The Tamaran ship is... taking its time apparently. William Chocox: +K'hal+ Hey Science K'hal, I have something really weird that we're sending you. Rhan K'hal: :: routes it to data central :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. ::Nods. Glances over to Swain.:: Sir. Cptn Swain: Status report? Hakran K'hal: +Will+ Oh? Let's have a look. :: plops in a chair and wheels over to his console :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating someone else now :: Hakran K'hal: +Will+ What the? William Chocox: +K'hal+ That was our reaction. In as many words. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Something of a hiccup in Excalibur's navigation causes it to slip out of its current location and move to another seemingly of its own accord. Maryse Dubois: Seems a lot of people have been suffering similar effects. ::Motions to a bed.:: Have a seat. Hakran K'hal: :: goes into his extreme concentration mode :: Rhan K'hal: Holy mother of moo milk, what was that? Irene Mincine: "Really? Good thing we haven't been in any big battles recently, huh?" :: Irene plopped down in the biobed, carefully. :: "I really hope I don't need another round of surgery..." Hunter Matheson: ::blink:: Whoa.... Tork. You messing with stuff? ::madly struggles to get the ship back into position::: Hunter Matheson: Tork> No, sir. Rhan K'hal: Gunny, report. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Uh... Hakran K'hal: +Will+ Have the cargo people bring that one directly to the astrophysics lab, that needs a major going over. Cptn Swain: Issaha> I don't think that's supposed to happen. Hunter Matheson: What the... ::fighting with the navigation system, to Rhan K without looking over:: Can't keep nav in position, sir. Maryse Dubois: We'll try to avoid that. As for now. ::Hands Irene a PADD with recent data that Maryse had been dealing with.:: Something to distract you with? ::Starts examining the shoulder.:: Hunter Matheson: Shifting to manual. Tork, take everything to manual. Hunter Matheson: ::checking the board, juggling things around::: Cptn Swain: ::Puts his tea cup down:: Rhan K'hal: :: checks the computer system since that's his specialty :: Hunter Matheson: :::watching nav disintegrate into its own personality::: Hold on... ::slips under his console and pulls a chip, then returns to the board::: Irene Mincine: :: Physically, it was still repaired. Problem was that the healing that's been taking place around Maryse's repair job seems to be undoing itself. :: "Ah, biological data. This I might be able to something more with than the sensor data." :: She pores over the PADD while Maryse works. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We've been having some strange occurrences since arriving here, sir. ::To Swain.:: Medical is reporting headaches in several crew. The mix matrix in the engines went off earlier and now... ::Looking to Matheson:: ...It seems like there's something tweaked in our navigation. Hunter Matheson: Captain, the ship's changing course on its own. Even on manual, it's not responding to my commands. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Delegates from the other ships are currently in the holodeck, surveying the recovered debris. Cptn Swain: Issaha> We're not actually moving. Hunter Matheson: Permission to send out an APB to warn.... Not moving? Rhan K'hal: Yeah, I think the space is moving, the way the computer is trying to recalculate based on astrometric data. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Cross reference our actual position. We're not moving. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip:: Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ K'hal to Lt. ... Hell, you-know-who. Have we had any more chroniton related activity? They just found a piece of debris with materially reverted alloy. Hunter Matheson: Yes, sir. Cross referencing our position with astronomical data, and.... ::looks up:: we're not moving. Maryse Dubois: Well good news of sorts. It's not completely reverted, so I can fix this without surgery. ::Goes to grab the necessary tools.:: Hunter Matheson: What the hell? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Space is moving? ::Her frown deepened.:: Hunter Matheson: ::slips the chip back into the console::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brings up the files:: +K'Hal+ Only background levels. But we're experiencing something unusual with our navigational array. Hunter Matheson: Well, ma'am, space is always moving, but not exactly like this... I mean... well... you know. Hunter Matheson: ::still working on it:: Irene Mincine: "Uh-huh." :: Irene is still concentrating on the PADD.. :: "There's definitely some kind of biological reversion process at work here. I think if you fix it, it's just going to un-fix itself until we find out why this is happening." Irene Mincine: "And fix *that*, presumably." Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Good. Hunter Matheson: ::checks the Romulan ship and the other two:: Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ Good, because it means my hypothesis was correct and spacetime seems to be a *wee* bit fractured around here. Now we have to figure out how to fix it or escape its effect before we end up like the debris in cargo bay 1. Hunter Matheson: ::reestablishes stationkeeping on auto::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> +K'hal+ A reasonable supposition, but I would suggest we find out *how* it fractured first. Cptn Swain: ** TWO MINUTE WARNING ** Maryse Dubois: :;Comes back with the tools.:: Rhan mentioned chronitons, but I think there might be more to it. ::Works on the shoulder.:: You're going to have to wear a brace again for a while. Just in case it does get undone. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Sensors suddenly show a spike in the Kaedwan cruiser's engines and the ships begins to accelerate rapidly, putting it on a collision course with Excalibur. Alarms on the bridge began blaring. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I'd say survival tops scientific interest in this case, but if helps us do so then so be it. Pass it along to the command crew, I have to sell this to our guests. Hunter Matheson: Hang on! ::goes manual:: Strap in... Rhan K'hal: Oh boy. Cptn Swain: ...AND... Hunter Matheson: Give me some shields! :::dives away from the cruiser::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Injects someone with a mild medicine :: Hunter Matheson: Going to full impulse dive... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 1216.2018 Excalibur has started bringing aboard debris from the freighter, and the various members of the science crews from the other ships have also joined us.
  8. SD 1209.2018 Excalibur is in a tricky situation, hosting an investigation into the destruction of a freighter along the Tamaran and Kaedwani border. The team, led by Excalibur, will also have components from the Kaedwan, Tamaran and Romulan crews.
  9. SD 1202.2018 The Excalibur has responded to a distress call to find a, most unusual, situation. They found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. A meeting has been called between all four commanding officers to determine the best course of action, but in the meantime the Excalibur has already begun to investigate the unusual disturbance they passed through just before the other vessels "appeared."
  10. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is in a tricky situation, hosting an investigation into the destruction of a freighter along the Tamaran and Kaedwani border. The team, led by Excalibur, will also have components from the Kaedwan, Tamaran and Romulan crews. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowning, rubbing at his now surgically altered brow ridges, and also frowning about being in a starfleet uniform:: Cptn Swain: ::In his ready room with tr'Shaelon:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on the bridge keeping a sneaky eye on those pesky Romulans with the ship's sensors, investigating whether they had anything to do with the anomaly. :: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: on the bridge at mission operations, at the beck and call of the investigation :: Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping next to the Romulan ship, keeping a close watch on pretty much everything that might pull the ship away from the Romulan ship and into the other ships in the area:: Hakran K'hal: :: still in his office, trying not to bang his head on the desk :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks over Issaha.:: How does it feel? Cptn Swain: Issaha> Very strange. ::nearly pouting.:: Hunter Matheson: ::meanwhile, he scrolled through all the information possible on the Tamaran and Kaedwan, not finding much::: William Chocox: ::is working in Engineering at the moment:: Hakran K'hal: :: sighs, gets a grip on himself :: Okay. I can do this. I don't *want* to do this, but I *can.* Cptn Swain: Miranda> Well now that we have the authority. Let's start to scan things more openly, hmm? Also Rhan work with your brother and engineering to begin bringing the wreckage aboard. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Aye, Commander. Hakran K'hal: +Will+ K'hal to Engineering. Maryse Dubois: You'll get used to it, but it will be tender for a while, so try not to rub it. Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns around in her chair. :: "Should we still be careful with the Romulans, Commander? I'm sure they won't hesitate to blame us for everything from microfractures to the universe collapsing." William Chocox: ::bangs head:: Ow! +K'hal+ Chocox here. Cptn Swain: Miranda> I would suggest keeping our eyes open. But we are, for the moment, working together and it would be prudent to remember their Commanding officer is still aboard, ensign. ::Thumbs to the RR:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Since we're officially investigating now, we're going to eventually be getting to bringing the wreckage aboard. I can get you the space, we might need a light touch with getting it aboard. Plus Science will likely need help with the lookie-loo portion. Oh, and we can crank up the active sensors now. And I want a sandwich. But that's not your specialty. Or is it? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sighs:: Ie. I mean... yes. Thank you, doctor. Cptn Swain: Issaha> :stiffens: This will be acceptable. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Hakran to Ensign Mincine. Where do we stand, Irene? Irene Mincine: :: Irene turns beet red. :: "Um, understood, sir." :: Irene does some slightly more useful and more powerful scanning which, hopefully, they won't object to. :: +Hakran+ "I haven't found anything yet, but I've been given permission for more in-depth analysis now that we're all officially working together. If anything suspicious comes up, I'll let you know." Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a little smirk:: Good. You are free to go then, but I recommend brushing up on some Vulcan mannerisms. William Chocox: +K'hal+ Most of my food comes from a replicator. I can make tea really well though. Where are we putting the wreckage? Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Good, thank you. I'm heading to the TR, the various scientists will be coming aboard soon. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping in medical :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> I just have to act as boring and snoozy as possible. My people don't actualyl knwo a lot about how Vulcans actually act. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Thankfully after dropping off all that stuff, we have an entire cargo bay and it even has exterior doors in case we can't transport something for some reason. #1 is at our disposal. Hakran K'hal: :: heads for the TR :: Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "I'm giving myself a crash course in astrophysics as we speak. We should be good." William Chocox: +K'hal+ Makes sense. Want me to head over there now? Maryse Dubois: I'm sure you will be able to fool The Kaedwan and Tamaran, but I would avoid your people if you can. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Several crew members have come into medical in the past hour complaining of tension headaches. Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating someone for a headache :: There, this should last a few hours, but report back if it flares up again. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Debois :: Doctor? Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ That's still better than the spy, the one that reads about black holes in their spare time, and the guilty party, which is likely who I'm about to meet. Hunter Matheson: ::quietly to Tork:: Okay... ::putting the information he was reading to the side:: These guys aren't exactly friends, and they sure don't like what's going on. I mean, they *probably don't like* what's going on. So set up a silent alarm that will activate here ::points to a section of the helm console:: if any of these ships takes a threatening posture. Got it? Hunter Matheson: Tork> ::thumbs up:: Got it. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: Yes? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: If there's nothing else then, doctor? Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ I can have 3 dozen cargo-handlers in place and you can direct from your shower if that's how you want to do it. Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "My brain is full. Killer headache from staring at this monitor for the past couple hours. Don't worry about me though. I'll contact you if I need to." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Issaha:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Debois :: I have treated four people in the last hour for headaches, all due to tension. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ There are standard analgesics available in the standby room, if you have to go pop one, do it. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the TR :: William Chocox: +K'hal+ That's...uh...I'll coordinate from the cargo bay. Hunter Matheson: And we'll have a lot of brass aboard, so just... ::deep breath:: ...smile and take whatever is thrown at you. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ Allrighty. I'll be in touch. K'hal out. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Hak+ K'hal2K'hal. William Chocox: ::packs up his gear and starts walking to the cargo bay:: Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Yes, Brother? Irene Mincine: +Hakran+ "Ah, thanks." :: Irene turns back around to face the rest of the bridge. :: "Permission to go pop some pills, Commander?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Hak+ I've got engineering and my people getting ready for hauling in wreckage, and your feisty ensign is busy scanning away on active. If you need anything, I'm the party planner. Hakran K'hal: +Rhan+ Thanks, Rhan. I'm on route to the TR to meet our Border Science Council. Maryse Dubois: Headaches? That seems a bit odd. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads out of sickbay:: +Hak+ Lieutenant... Kaelin to Lieutenant K'Hal. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: I would agree, and I have them the typical treatment, but the spike in incidents is unusual. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out to Main sickbay with Indaura.:: Let me see the scan logs. Hakran K'hal: +"Kaelin"+ I figured you'd just go for Saha, but anyway, live long and prosper and all that. Indaura Ryssan: I'll put them on the big display... Indaura Ryssan: :: Four scans from four patients show on the sickbay big board :: Hunter Matheson: ::checking out status, turns to Tork:: On second thought, forget the *threatening posture* part. Just set the alarm for anything weird, peculiar, or just not right. Hunter Matheson: Tork> You mean like a "what the hell" thing? Indaura Ryssan: Perhaps the most interesting is these headaches appear in the very same areas on each patient, even cross species. Hunter Matheson: Yeah, like that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Hak+ And to you. How may I be of assistance, sir, Hunter Matheson: ::after rubbing his forehead he goes back to work::: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::he still found the Starfleet uniforms to be very strange. Who designed these things?:: Hakran K'hal: :: arrives at the TR, waves at the Chief as he leans against the wall to wait :: William Chocox: ::walks into the cargo bay:: Alright folks, we're going to sort these things by size, imagine it's like that old Earth Game Tetris. Hunter Matheson: (afk) Maryse Dubois: ::Looking at the screen.:: Yeah I see it right there. Strange. ::Thinks for a moment.:: I wonder if this anomaly is the cause... Maryse Dubois: +Bridge+ Sickbay to Bridge. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks puzzled :: What is the nature of this anomaly? Irene Mincine: :: Irene flips between some astrophysics manuals and the scanner logs. Maybe that's contributing to her headache. :: Maryse Dubois: I don't know. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Hunter Matheson: ::looks around for OPS, then answers::: Sickbay, Helm. Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: +Issaha+ I have Irene on the bridge doing scans, but I'd like you to join her. We're doing some heavy physics on this one and I'll be busy getting a feel for these "science representatives." Cptn Swain: Issaha> +Hak+ Understood. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::heads for the bridge:: Hunter Matheson: Sickbay, Helm. Go ahead. Hakran K'hal: :: pulls a page out of Rhan's book, works remotely on a padd while he waits :: Maryse Dubois: +Hunter+ I need someone on the bridge to run an internal ship scan. Possibly higher than normal radiation or something else abnormal. William Chocox: +K'hal+ We're ready down here when you are. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ :: butts into the conversation :: You don't ask for scans out of the blue. Something brewing? :: starts a scan :: Hunter Matheson: +DuBois+ Copy that. Hunter Matheson: +DuBois+ Stand by. Indaura Ryssan: :: thinks :: I will prepare treatments ahead of any outbreak. Hunter Matheson: ::hands it over to Rhan::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Will+ :: gives him a double-beep acknowledgement :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the bridge, inconspicuously:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: NIP :: Too bad Mreh isn't here, could use another set of K'hal paws. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I think so. Getting a lot of complaints about headaches from numerous crew. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: glances over to the door, does a double-take :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene growls, slapping her console. :: "Oh, come on, who took my scanner bandwidth..." :: She then notices the new and improved Issaha at the door. :: "Oh, man." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ Ah. Hmm, nice handiwork, by the way. In any case, yeah Irene and Ensign Felton have mentioned headaches up here. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Mayrse+ Scan results coming in now... Hunter Matheson: ::swivels toward Rhan:: Sir, you might want to check out ultrasound frequencies, too. It's a bitc... uh... something I've dealt with a while ago. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Gunny, if something was buzzing in that bandwidth my radar dishes would've picked them up. :: wiggles ears :: And you'd have heard all about it. Maryse Dubois: +Rhan+ I take it our new Vulcan science officer made his way up there? ::Grins.:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: mentally returns to the conversation :: +Maryse+ Affirmative. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::makes his way over to Science, trying his best to appear very boring. No bouncing.:: Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Copy that, sir. Irene Mincine: :: Irene notices the two rank pips as he makes his way over. :: "So, what do I call you, Mr. Vulcan?" :: She says as she copies all her sensor logs onto Issaha's console. :: "Here's what I've got so far, by the way." Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ I'm sorry to say that internal scans have picked up nothing peculiar, other than a stray chroniton or two. Which since we passed through that anomaly a couple times I would expect a few to linger. Cptn Swain: Issaha> Greetings, Ensign. I am Lieuteant Kaelin. Mister K'hal suggested I assist you. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ Though I'll send you the results anyway. :: packages them up and sends them down :: Maybe something will stand out to you. Indaura Ryssan: :: looks :: I'll search the database for similar incidents Hunter Matheson: ::leans into a back-crack, then cracks his neck before rubbing his temples again::: Maryse Dubois: ::Ponders:: +Rhan+ So few chronitons wouldn't affect the crew like this. And this can't be a simple coincidence. Irene Mincine: :: Irene nods, pointing to her relatively pip-free collar.. :: "I'm the ensign, shouldn't I be assisting you?" Hakran K'hal: Rhan> +Maryse+ It's possible that some effect existed during the transits that created the necessary conditions to build a headache. Those things don't have to stick around for the body to continue doing what a body does. Cptn Swain: Issaha> We can assist each other. Irene Mincine: :: Irene tries not to burst out laughing at the... phrasing... knowing Issaha, then nods. :: "OK. I've been scanning pretty much constantly, though I don't really know what we're looking for as of yet." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: tr'Shaelon> ::emerges from the RR, casts a glance around the room before heading out security guard in tow:: Cptn Swain: )) two minute warning (( Hakran K'hal: +Ops+ K'hal to bridge. What in the name of Admiral Nechayev's nighties is taking the other ships so long to send their reps? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::does not look up as the Romulan exits:: These are... interesting readings. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The other ships signal they are beginning to send their representatives. Hakran K'hal: Ens Felton> +Hak+ They are... ah, they're signaling now. Should be over any minute. Irene Mincine: "Captain on deck." :: Irene whispers, then... :: We're good." :: once the Romulan captain leaves. :: "See something you recognize?" Hunter Matheson: ::Admiral Nechayev's nighties?:::smirks::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: tilts his head at Hak's phrasing :: His tail must really be in a knot. Hakran K'hal: +Felton+ Finally. Thank you, Tom. Cptn Swain: ...and... Hakran K'hal: :: stands up straight and straightens his uniform :: Hakran K'hal: Bring it on, Chief. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has responded to a distress call to find a, most unusual, situation. They found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. A meeting has been called between all four commanding officers to determine the best course of action, but in the meantime the Excalibur has already begun to investigate the unusual disturbance they passed through just before the other vessels "appeared." Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::taking up the command chair again:: William Chocox: ::is in Engineering monitoring their systems as they go through the disturbance:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is watching whatever Hakran is doing with the deflector from her station on the bridge. :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Helm, take us through the disturbance again. Nice and easy. Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting in sickbay for the injured, looking up as if calamity rains from above :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Hoping whatever the Caitan has done with the deflector does not, in fact, rip them apart.:: Cptn Swain: Helm> ::nods:: Ahead thrusters only. Hakran K'hal: :: waiting to see if his abuse of the deflector array will pay dividend in explaining the debris being in the "wrong" spot :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::arrives in sickbay:: Irene Mincine: "They definitely don't teach *that* at the academy..." :: Still trying to figure out what exactly he had done. :: Indaura Ryssan: I think nausea is going to be the main course... Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Frowns:: Hello Hakran K'hal: In fact they generally try to teach that the navigational deflector is just a navigational deflector and to ignore every incident in Starfleet history when a starship has used it for something else. :: amused twist of his ear :: We never listen. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois, are you prone to nausea? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Excalibur enters the location of the unusual readings. The deflector modifications do seem to have some effect on the unusual particle density. For a brief moment, there is a small surge of chroniton radiation in the area but it dissipates quickly and there is no other noticeable change once we pass through the area. Hakran K'hal: :: reviews the data :: Damn. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::looks back down to the PADD in his hand:: Why me? Why is it always me. Maybe I should have listened to mother and become some sort of television personality or something. Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out from the back, seeing Issaha enter.:: Ah. hello. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks worryingly up at the ceiling... then checks the sensor readings after they pass through the... thing. :: "The ship's still in one piece. What's the damn for?" Hunter Matheson: ::keeping Excal on as even a keel as you can without a keel::: William Chocox: ((Well hello Mr. Matheson.)) Hakran K'hal: The "damn" was for not using enough power. But I wanted the dish to still be there when on the far side. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Handing her the PADD:: Captain Swain has asked me to deliver these orders for you to make some... uh... small alterations to my brow ridges. Hunter Matheson: (Yo, sir.) Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Looks towards Khal with a slightly raised brow:: Anything? William Chocox: ::nothing is blaring at him so he lets out a breath:: +Bridge+ We seem to have survived down here. Cptn Swain: ACTION> In Engineering, there is a small pop up window on a console about a clock being slightly off. Hakran K'hal: Slight chroniton surge, a minor organization of the subatomic particles as we passed through. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Scratch that, apparently there's a clock out of whack. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Chroniton Radiation? Interesting. Hunter Matheson: ::listening to the chatter::: Hunter Matheson: (brb) Irene Mincine: :: Tap tap, beep beep. :: "Deflector's still operational somehow, commander. Though what those results mean..." :: She looked to Hakran to see if he knew. :: Hakran K'hal: :: has a hunch, but not enough for his more cautious nature to announce it yet :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Considers:: Bring us about. We should head back to the other ships. I'd rather not transport through... whatever that is. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Hakran K'hal: I would concur on that, Commander. Hunter Matheson: Come about, aye. Going to zero five zero mark niner niner. ::engages toward the other ships::: Maryse Dubois: ((Ah there we go. Was wondering why no one was saying anything. chat froze on me.)) Irene Mincine: "Could always test it on a Romulan, sir..." :: Irene said offhandedly while making sure they weren't going to get their molecules scrambled passing back through the anomaly. :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Let’s get as much data as we can this time. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Sighs:: I will, unfortunately, be playing a Vulcan for this mission. Hunter Matheson: Remain at quarter impulse, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks at the PADD, then studies Issaha's features.:: I see. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: What was the *exact* time when tactical computed the coordinates from the distress call? Hunter Matheson: :::watching the data stream like there's going to be a zombie coming at them::: Irene Mincine: :: Checks the sensor logs. :: "1032 hours and 43 seconds. Why?" Maryse Dubois: Take one of the private rooms. I will be with you shortly. Maryse Dubois: ::Has a couple nurses prepare what she needs for the alteration.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Bring us to station keeping off the Romulan port bow. Hakran K'hal: :: checks to see what the time discrepancy was that occurred during their pass-through test :: Oh, keep it handy for now. Hunter Matheson: Approaching Romulan portside, and.... Hunter Matheson: stationkeeping just off the bow. Irene Mincine: :: Irene bookmarks the spot in the log. :: "Gotcha, sir. What's your theory?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> The second pass through seemed to have little practical effect on the particles and no chroniton radiation this time. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Watch that sensor and tell me if there is more than a 10% variable. Hakran K'hal: I'm just thinking that it's possible neither the Tamarans or Kaedwan are lying about whether they received the distress call. William Chocox: ::checks the clocks again:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers at the sensor data. :: "How would that be possible? They don't reconcile." Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::glances to her watch and the time table sent to her by the other K'hal:: Signal the delegations they can begin beaming over one at a time. Hakran K'hal: I'm hoping that if we can get the data from the wreckage, that only time will tell. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> On it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::trots over to the private room, sulking:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: starts the tp chain :: Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Leans back in her chair, chewing on her lip:: Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to the room once everything is ready.:: So would you prefer the area to be numb, or would you rather be put under? Irene Mincine: :: Irene peers over the logs of the wreckage. :: "There's not too much left other than dust and duranium panels. Maybe you'll be able to pull something off one of the damaged computer cores if we can find one." Cptn Swain: Issaha> Which ever you think is easiest. ::Still sulking:: I like my brow ridges. They're very handsome! How I am supposed to pass as a Vulcan... they're... they're... have you met one? Thery so boring! Hakran K'hal: We can hope. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Assuming the other three ships approve of us leading the investigation. Hakran K'hal: We can hope. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::casts a glances towards the Ready Room.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Yes I have, and they aren't that bad. ::Scans his face and brows.:: But don't worry, I will be able to restore them when you return. Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: rolls eyes :: Optimist. William Chocox: ::does a double check on the rest of the systems:: Cptn Swain: Miranda> Keep an eye on the transporters. Irene Mincine: :: Irene spins around in her chair. :: "No offense to them but I'm pretty sure we have the best science labs of the bunch... if we don't lead the investigation I don't think we have a chance of finding anything. If there is anything to find." Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::all but pouting, though that improved his mood:: Mehnka. Cptn Swain: Miranda> Just don't let any of them hear you say that, Ensign. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes up to Dubois and Issaha :: How are things going? Maryse Dubois: ::Simply nods.:: I think it may be easier if I put you under. Won't be too long. Irene Mincine: :: Smirks. :: "I am an excellent diplomat, Commander." Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: We're about to begin. Hunter Matheson: (brb) Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Yeah, we have lots of diplomats on this ship. Dr. Dubois has to keep healing their broken hands for some reason. Hunter Matheson: (bak) Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::looks at both of them with a withering glower:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> Speaking of diplomacy, our delegations have arrived. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: is glower-proof, partly because of practice getting them from his mother, also just because he ran out of ducks long ago :: William Chocox: ((::Down in engineering:: Why do I have all these ducks? :P )) Maryse Dubois: ::Puts Issaha to sleep with a hypo, then once he is out, she gets to work.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's face turns beet red, on the other hand. :: "Ahem. So what's the plan while we wait for the diplomats to do their thing?" Hakran K'hal: Gather data as much as we can without *looking* like we're gathering as much data as we can. Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Nods:: Perhaps we can take a look at the other three ships as well. Passively of course. Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ Lt. K'hal to Engineering. Just how high can you tune our sensors for passive scan results without them going "boom?" Hunter Matheson: :::presses back into the helm chair and gives his back a good crack, just to get the kinks out::: Indaura Ryssan: I'll watch his vitals as you work. William Chocox: +K'hal+ I could tune them fairly high. I have experience taking our systems to their limits. Hakran K'hal: +Will+ I'll take everything you can give me. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods, as she works on the brow area.:: Irene Mincine: "I think we should focus on the upper EM band. That might give us the best results on what we're looking for." Cptn Swain: Miranda> ::Feels a sharp pang at the mention of blowing things up:: William Chocox: +K'hal+ Got it sir. ::gets to work tuning the passive sensors:: Indaura Ryssan: Wonder if I would make a good Romulan, or Klingon for that matter? Irene Mincine: :: Irene rubs the back of her neck using her good arm. :: "Temporal mechanics always gave me a headache on Earth and it still does in space. I'm so glad I went into exobiology." Maryse Dubois: You aren't mean enough for either. :;Smirks as she continues to work.:: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels over to his screen :: It takes a different mindset. Cptn Swain: (( 2 minute warning, all reviews will be initiated by ACTION )) Hunter Matheson: (reviews?) Indaura Ryssan: No we are not, and the last time I had blood wine it did not sit well with me. Hakran K'hal: I'll give you the Romulan ship. Just don't shout "woohoo" if you find something incriminating. Irene Mincine: "I can give you a 4-hour lecture on comparative traits of Aldebaran and Proximan slime molds if you want." :: Irene goes back to her console. :: "Yes, sir, no celebrating." Hakran K'hal: I'll pass. Cptn Swain: ...and.. Indaura Ryssan: Looking good... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  12. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has responded to a distress call, where after some uh... unusual happenings, they found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.) The warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, wondering why they can't have nice things, like straight-forward distress calls :: Hunter Matheson: ::stationkeeping alongside RSE Lakin:: Indaura Ryssan: :: In medical, waiting, watching :: Tandaris Admiran: ::engineering, his novel tossed haphazardly to one side now that he actually has to pay attention:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is still manning the second science station so as not to mess with K'hal's chair settings... and still scanning for spatial anomalies. :: Cptn Swain: ::Frowns, looking at the viewer:: +Romulans+ Well now that we've prevented a shoot out... for the moment, you were saying we should chat? William Chocox: ::monitors systems:: Apparently something interesting is happening sir. ::to Admiran:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, everything prepped and ready. Waiting.:: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ Agreed, Captain. Would you object to my coming aboard? I would suggest a delegate from the Tamaran and Kaedwan also join us. -- if you're agreeable. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: after working from the science section, now enters the bridge and takes his seat next to Irene at Sci 1 :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda looked warily at the Romulan, but nodded to Swain. She sent a message to security to post an escort in the transporter room.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: That's typically what happens with Romulans around. Cptn Swain: +Shaelon+ Very well. We await you. I might be best for you to speak with the Kaedwan and we'll do the same with the Tamarans. In the meantime... William Chocox: Hm. Rhan K'hal: :: orders the conference room to be readied for an uncomfortable 4-way :: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> In the meantime I assume you're going to want to begin an investigation? Yes. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: ::kinda skeptical about how that's gonna work out:: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ I would think that would be prudent and I would ask that you work jointly with my crew -- but perhaps we can talk about the details aboard your ship? Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip for a moment:: Of course. Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +Excalibur+ Excellent. I look forward to meeting you, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Bristles slightly at the thought of working with Romulans... She gives an unhappy silent look to Hakran as he approaches. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Keeping up to date with what is happening.:: At least they managed to de-escalate things for the moment. Cptn Swain: ::Sighs as the viewscreen finally blinks off and back to stars:: Rhan K'hal: That was an extremely reasonable exchange. I don't like it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't trust them. ::Miranda muttered.:: Cptn Swain: I tend to agree. Hakran K'hal: :: pats Irene on the shoulder consolingly :: No braining the guests. Without permission. Hunter Matheson: ::keeping a close watch on helm, checks and rechecks their exit vectors, points them out to Tork:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Nods :: Up and down... ugh Cptn Swain: I am curious exactly what they were doing, but for the moment they seem to be interested in defusing a possible conflict between the Confederation and the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: Mister K'hal, please coordinate with the Lakin on extending an invitation to the Tamaran and the Kaedwan. Limited parties on either side. Tandaris Admiran: ::looking at the systems status display:: Well, no one has started firing weapons yet, so we must have talked our way into a detente. Rhan K'hal: Yes, sir. Hunter Matheson: ::rolling the debris field around in his head, figuratively speaking cause there's not much more room for rocks in his brain:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene swings around in her chair. :: "Maybe they have an interest in whatever happened with the distress call, captain. We still haven't explained that." Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Yes, Ensign I would think so -- but one can never be too careful with the Romulans. William Chocox: That's good. Though sometimes I'd rather a shooting match with the Romulans rather than talking to them. Rhan K'hal: :: exits the bridge to the observation lounge so he can speak without the background chatter :: Hunter Matheson: ::oh yeah, the distress call - that, too::: Cptn Swain: In the meantime, I want to find out what that distortion wave was about and if it's at all connected to the distress signal. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: And sometimes it's hard to tell which one is happening. Maryse Dubois: At least at the moment, it ensures that no one will be hurt. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: We'll have to keep our efforts on the low until I can find out what the Romulans are upto with this suggestion of a joint investigation. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda nodded.:: Mr. Matheson, take us back to the area where our sensors went haywire so we can have a better look. Cptn Swain: I'll leave that in your capable hands. Cptn Swain: Also someone should send a message to fleet on the low down and let them know what we're dealing with... and someone find me Mr. N'Dak. Hakran K'hal: I've summoned Issaha already sir, he should be on his way. Hunter Matheson: Yes, ma'am. ::checks the coordinates and moves out:: Rhan K'hal: Ops> Aye, sir. :: begins to put together the message :: William Chocox: See, this is why fighting the Klingons can be better. At least you know when the fighting starts. Irene Mincine: "Now that the ships aren't ready to shoot each other, I should be able to get a clearer reading." :: Reconfigures the sensors to scan for the distortion that they encountered earlier. :: Cptn Swain: Have him join me in the observation lounge where I will be preparing myself for... ::waves hand:: whatever this is. Rhan K'hal: :: back in the ObsLo, trying to work with his Romulan counterpart to get the other two species to cooperate on the small contingent discussion scenario :: Hunter Matheson: ::TAC:: Alert me when we're within range of the distortion, if you would, sir. Just so we don't get caught up in it. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::has handed over tactical to one of his juniors while he works on the security for the incoming delegations.:: Hunter Matheson: ::hopes the Roms are aboard cause if not they might transport somewhere else::: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: While you're working on that I'll look at our other data on the debris. I'm interested to see if it's evolved the ability to migrate. Cptn Swain: ::Steps down from the CO chair, stopping next to Miranda's chair, lowly:: I don't like anything about this. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Right, except that sometimes it turns out you’re actually courting. Irene Mincine: "You sure you don't want to switch, lieutenant? I mean, I'm the biologist here..." :: Irene's tapping away on her console. :: Hunter Matheson: ::listening for the JO's signal:: William Chocox: ::Admiran:: Typically less of a risk in ship to ship combat. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She frowned and shook her head.:: Me, either. We're on the tipping point and all it'd take is a little push to send these two neighbors into all-out war. Hakran K'hal: Consider it cross-training. Plus you've already been working on it. Tandaris Admiran: You would think that, wouldn't you … stick around long enough, though…. Hunter Matheson: ::Tork:: Keep an eye on your end and let me know if anything looks suspicious. Cptn Swain: Hyen> ::frowns, looks at the sensors:: Approaching the approximate location where we encountered whatever that was. Cptn Swain: ::Bites his lip again:: Keep me apprised. Hunter Matheson: ::Hyen:: Aye, sir. Putting on the brakes. Cptn Swain: ::Heads for the Obs lounge:: Irene Mincine: "Working my way up the ladder from exobiologist to astrophysicist." :: Irene smiled, calling out to the bridge. :: "Activating high-intensity, yet down-low scan sequence, commander. Let's see if we can figure out what that mess was without anyone else picking up on it." Hunter Matheson: We're at the edge of the distortion, Commander. Hunter Matheson: Holding steady. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Arrives on the bridge a few moments after Swain enters the observation lounge. He looked more than a little skittish.:: William Chocox: On second thought I'm not sure I want to stick around that long. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good, Matheson. ::She stood and moved to Irene's station. Giving Issaha a glance, she pointed to the observation lounge.:: The Captain wishes to speak with you. Rhan K'hal: :: speaking with the Kaedwan from the far ObsLounge screen :: "Limited parties" does *not* include a 12 person security detail. Everyone else has agreed to the numbers, sir. We have more than sufficient security aboard. Hakran K'hal: :: notes Issaha :: Observation Lounge, Issaha. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::takes a deep breath and heads off:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches Issaha for a moment, then speaks to everyone around her station after he leaves. :: "He looks like there's a firing squad in the lounge." :: Tap, tap, tap... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Checking her padd :: Rhan K'hal: :: huffs out a sigh after everything is agreed upon, the coordinates have been provided, and the comms switch off :: Rhan K'hal: :: mutters :: This is why I went into computer systems instead of communications. Maryse Dubois: Seems like we will be hosting some delegates from each party. Should be fun. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks at Rhan:: You sound like my husband. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::enters the lounge:: Rhan K'hal: :: turns, smiles at Swain :: After getting a chance to work with him, I take that as a high compliment, sir. In any case, everything is set. I gave us 30 minutes to prep before they beam over. Cptn Swain: He's an excellent officer, as are you. Good work. If you wouldn't mind though, I'd like a moment alone with our resident Romulan expert. Rhan K'hal: :: nods to Issaha, glances back to swain :: You know where to find me if you need me, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: heads back out to the bridge :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Initial scans of the spatial distortion show high concentrations of subatomic particles, the majority of them being photons and quantum particles in strange configurations. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan, twists an ear :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> Captain. Rhan K'hal: :: wrinkles his nose, flips his ears sideways with a tail flick :: Hakran K'hal: :: huffs :: Cptn Swain: ::waves his hands:: Please have a seat. Can I get you anything? ::at the replicator:: Tea, herbal variety number.... 78-B. Hot, no sugar, no cream. Cptn Swain: Issaha> No, thank you I am fine. ::Taking a seat. Issaha felt somewhat intimated by Swain, and even more so in the moment.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Being called for a personal interview with the Captain often makes people nervous. I've no clue why. ::She smirked as she looked over Irene's shoulder at the distortion readings.:: Irene Mincine: "It's... uh..." :: Irene tries to get Hakran's attention back. :: "Lots of weird subatomic particles. I'm not sure what all this means, but we've got plenty of info on what's in there." :: Irene looked pretty above her element. :: Cptn Swain: I thought the whole purpose of this arrangement, El'Arrain, was to keep you away from other Romulans. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sheepishly:: Ie. Rhan K'hal: :: takes over the mission operations station this time, double checks the bio-profiles of the various species and makes sure that the limited, sparse refreshments offered won't kill anyone :: Cptn Swain: We seem to be doing a very poor job of that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She straightened and walked back to the command center.:: Matheson, take us through the distortion on our previous course. Slowly. Hunter Matheson: ::has a pretty good idea what it means and he's staying way away from it, hopefully::: Hunter Matheson: ::sharp turn:: Ma'am? Hakran K'hal: :: transfers the data from Irene's screen to his :: Understandable, Irene. Nice start on it though. Hunter Matheson: You want me to take us through the distortion, ma'am? Due respect, there's no guarantee that it's the same configuration as it was when we first went through. Rhan K'hal: And if we don't do it now, it may not be there later. Win some, lose some Gunny. Hunter Matheson: ::nod:: Yes, sir. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::smirks, despite himself:: I don't think you can be held responsible for that, sir. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I think I need to take some more astrophysics courses if I'm going to be at this station." :: Turns back around in her chair. :: "The readings are essentially identical to what we initially picked up... as far as I can tell." William Chocox: ::Admiran:: Are we still at red alert? I feel like Yellow would be sufficient if no one's actively shooting. Hakran K'hal: Interesting collection of muons. Hunter Matheson: ::waiting for command verification:: Tandaris Admiran: Not our call. Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked at the scan data. :: "Any clue what they're doing here, though, lieutenant?" Cptn Swain: True. ::Returns to the table with a drink:: So I know what was in your report about your people's involvement in this sector and I am not going to ask you to reveal anything that would go against your oath as a Romulan officer, but anything you think you've left out that could explain any of this? Or anything you know about this Commander tr'Shaelon? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It's called experimentation, Mr. Matheson. Hunter Matheson: ::deep breath:: Yes, ma'am. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Did Swain never back down the alert?)) Hakran K'hal: Not a single one. Cptn Swain: (( I don't think we did. I guess we're still at alert? )) William Chocox: True. The lights just wreak havoc on my eyes if they're on for too long. ::squints:: Rhan K'hal: Lights> :: are indeed still flashed red, irritatingly :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Someone turn off those blaring lights and take us back to Yellow alert. Yellow will be sufficient, since no one is actively shooting. Hunter Matheson: ::checks their exact position and pulls up their last pass through:: Moving in at one quarter impulse, Commander. Rhan K'hal: Yellow alert, aye. Rhan K'hal: :: pushes button :: Cptn Swain: (( I love you all )) Tandaris Admiran: ::looks up:: Ah-hah. Looks like someone agrees with you. Rhan K'hal: Lights> :: back down to a honey glow :: Irene Mincine: :: Watches the lighting go back to normal. :: "The reduced power emissions from powering down the weapons systems might increase the sensor resolution, as well." William Chocox: Oh thank goodness. Hakran K'hal: True. All we can do is gather data for now. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The particles spike as the Excalibur travels through the distortion, but nothing changes on the sensors. The other ships are still on sensors and within range. There is a slight spike in the Warp Core, however, and alarms began to blare in Engineering as the matter / anti-matter mix matrix goes haywire. Indaura Ryssan: Not even a common cold. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Very much looking like his older and more brooding brother, Issaha frowned for a moment.:: On the first question, no. I was only a science officer so I do na have that extensive knowledge of the various operations in the sector. It could be Tal'Shiar, but... tr'Shaelon is na a Tal'Shiar agent. Or at least he wasn't. Hakran K'hal: We'll leave the speculations to the people wearing red and gold. Cptn Swain: You know him? William Chocox: Whoa whoa whoa! Hakran K'hal: Well that's interesting. William Chocox: ::starts checking the readings frantically:: Tandaris Admiran: I would so appreciate it if they warned us before they tried to do something interesting…. Irene Mincine: "Other than an increase in particle density, sensor readings are stable, commander... our own power emissions are fluctuating oddly, though..." :: Irene doesn't have much of a view of ship systems, after all. :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::frowns:: We've met before -- he is closer to my older siblings age. I knew his younger brother better. His father is a friend of my mother’s -- an ambassador. ::bites his lip:: It might be best if I not be seen though. Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Engineering, Helm. I'm getting a weird reading up here. Need me to float a while? Cptn Swain: I couldn't agree more. Well, technically anyway. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::brow lift:: Cptn Swain: I have an idea. Hakran K'hal: Permission to use the deflectors in a way the designers didn't plan for and wouldn't recommend, Commander? Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Vulcan brow lift:: William Chocox: But where would the fun be then? ::keeps working:: Tandaris Admiran: +Matheson+ No, just don't jump to warp suddenly without telling us … Cptn Swain: My guess is that Commander tr'Shaelon is going to suggest a joint investigation. It might be helpful if we had someone on their ship who could speak and read Romulan. Obviously we can't send you over as a Romulan but... Hunter Matheson: +ENG+ Copy that. Cptn Swain: Issaha> You want me to pretend to be a Vulcan? Cptn Swain: ::nods:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::stiffles an urge to groan:: They're so boring. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, Mr. K'hal. Just don't break anything. Irene Mincine: "What are you going to do?" :: Irene watches Hakran at his station, whatever he's doing... :: Cptn Swain: You'll manage. Head off to medical to see to it. ::tapping on a padd:: Take this with you. I'll inform Hakran of the uh... assignment. Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to engineering. I want to see if we can't solve that little matrix problem of yours and confirm a hypothesis. :: sends the particular quantum field frequencies he'd like the deflectors to emit down to Engineering :: Cptn Swain: ::Taps a note to Hakran informing him of the general gist of the plan as Issaha exits the Obs lounge, padd in hand:: Cptn Swain: ::Sips his tea and sends the note:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::sullenly exits onto the bridge, heading for the lift without a word or look up:: Hakran K'hal: :: reads the note while he waits for a response from Engineering :: Tandaris Admiran: ::takes a look at what Hakran sent them:: Does this make any sense to you?? Hakran K'hal: :: an ear perks while a bit of a smile slips onto his face :: Irene Mincine: :: Watches Issaha leave, curious about what exactly went on in there... :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Laughs from something she read :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tossed Issaha a glance as she moved to the engineering station on the bridge to have a look at what was going on in her favorite department.:: Cptn Swain: (( 4.75 minute warning )) Tandaris Admiran: ::shrugs:: If that's what they want to do make the deflector modifications, Chocox. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Crewman Harris> ::Enters medical holding his arm.:: Can someone help me? Hakran K'hal: Now, if this works, we might go for a bit of a slide, though it'll be a painfully slow one considering our mass. You should be able to compensate easily, Mr. Matheson to keep us in position. Tandaris Admiran: +Hakran+ Modifying deflectors now. Let us know how that works for you. Hunter Matheson: Keeping us in position, sir. William Chocox: ::looks over and starts:: On it boss. Hunter Matheson: ::hopefully:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene watches her station... making sure nothing's going to explode... :: Hakran K'hal: +Tandaris+ If I'm not entirely wrong, it should do more for you, but I'll be sure to pass along my regards. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned toward K'hal.:: What are you planning to do, Mr. Khal? I'd like to know before you actually do it and accidentally rip the ship in half. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Romulans are staying relatively near us, but keeping clear. The Tamarans and Kaedwan are also staying on their own sides of the border, but still in transporter range. Hunter Matheson: ::focus totally on holding position and did not hear that:: Hakran K'hal: I believe that something has caused a minor quantum field tear in spacetime. Just enough that, when the proper counter-field is applied, that it would cause anything with mass to move. Exactly in the direction where the debris now is. Hakran K'hal: It also should bother a dilithium matrix. Which we seem to be experiencing. Irene Mincine: :: Irene was lost. :: "Like... letting the air out of a balloon?" Hakran K'hal: More like raising an anchor, in a quantum sense. William Chocox: ::finishes setting the deflector dish:: It's on sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans Dubois :: Tandaris Admiran: Thank you Tandaris Admiran: +Bridge+ Deflector ready. Hakran K'hal: :: looks to Miranda :: Hunter Matheson: ::holding steady::: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Alright... give it a shot. Hakran K'hal: Rhan, engage deflector dish. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 1125.2018 The Excalibur has responded to a distress call, where after some uh... unusual happenings, they found themselves in a four way stare down between a Kaedwan vessel who claimed not have gotten any distress call, a Tamaran vessel who did, and a Romulan warbird that has yet to reveal what exactly they are doing here. We also detected debris that matches the general parameters of a Kaedwan freighter, though it is in a slightly wrong position (and now in Tamaran space.), the warbird's commander has ordered the Kaedwan to move out of weapons range, and we have done the same with the Tamarans.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is en route, responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter on the border of Confederation and Tamaran space. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::on the bridge, furrowed brow:: William Chocox: ::is down in engineering monitoring systems from Engineering:: Hunter Matheson: :::manning helm, keeping even, steady progress toward the call:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Getting things ready for the distress call :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::at tactical, also furrowing his brow:: Still nothing on screens. Hunter Matheson: ::just focused, watching everything to be sure there aren't any glitches::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Though grumpy that her workout had been interrupted, the alert was more important than her exercise time. Miranda had changed and strode onto the bridge to take her seat.:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, making sure the staff is preparing.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene 'volunteered' for a bridge shift and followed Miranda onto the bridge, taking the auxiliary science station. :: William Chocox: +Bridge+ Bridge, Engineering here. Do we have any idea what to expect? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: We still don't have any signs of the freighter on sensors. We should be arriving at the coordinates soon. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::still frowning:: +Engineering+ Nothing yet. The signal came from a Kaedwani freighter and seemed to be under attack. We've had no further contact. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowns and leans forward in her seat.:: Long range sensors? Nothing? William Chocox: +Augustin+ Got it. Hunter Matheson: Approaching coordinates in ten, Captain. Hunter Matheson: ::listening closely to TAC::: Cptn Swain: ::Looks over to Miranda:: It's very strange. Nothing on sensors at all. Hunter Matheson: Coordinates in five, sir. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: Do we know anything yet? Irene Mincine: :: Irene quietly awaited orders during this obviously delicate situation, watching the others work. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head.:: Just that it was a distress call from a freighter. Hunter Matheson: ::prepared for just about anything, since nothing is showing on sensors:: (w) Tork, stay frosty. Hunter Matheson: ::checking evasive maneuvers and a bunch of other things:: Cptn Swain: Take us to impulse. Hunter Matheson: Full impulse, aye. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors do show a debris field, several thousand klicks form where the distress signal was sent, but it appears to have been there for several hours at least. Hunter Matheson: Debris field ahead. Permission to go half impulse. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Hunter Matheson: Going to half impulse. Cptn Swain: Irene? Irene Mincine: :: Fiddling with her console. :: "The debris field's been there a while, sir. Couple of hours. It's far older than the distress call." Cptn Swain: That's interesting. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood to get closer to the main viewer, pulling up even with the tactical station. She glanced briefly at the TAC sensor readings, still frowning.:: Cptn Swain: What is the debris from? William Chocox: ::monitors power levels:: Irene Mincine: "Debris field make-up and mass is consistent with a freighter or vessel of similar size." :: Irene turns and gives a sour look to the captain. :: "Energy readings are consistent with what we know of Kaedwani technology, sir." Indaura Ryssan: :: Waiting in relative silence :: Cptn Swain: ::Stands looking at Miranda for a moment:: Put it on screen. Maryse Dubois: I wonder what is taking so long. ::Checks on a console.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She tapped a sequence on one side of the TAC console to magnify the debris field.:: Cptn Swain: Calculate the distance from the debris field to where the original signal was sent. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::frowning:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Awaits her finding :: Cptn Swain: Lu'an> ::the acting operations officer sent down status updates to medical and engineering, informing them of the situation:: Maryse Dubois: Seems we have a bit of a mystery on our hands. Cptn Swain: Bring us in closer Hunter. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Coming to 35,000 km. Hunter Matheson: ::figuring that should be a safe distance::: Indaura Ryssan: Great.. Irene Mincine: :: Irene taps on her console, inlaying a diagram of the local area on the main viewer. :: "The debris field is here, and the distress signal originated from... there, sir." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: But why the difference in time between the distress call and the age of the debris field? Was the signal delayed when it reached us? ::Musing aloud.:: Cptn Swain: Good question. Cptn Swain: Begin a full spectral scan. I suppose we should bring some of the debris aboard. Odd that the Kaedwani haven't arrived yet. Or even the Tamarans. Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Excalibur moves in closer there is a brief distortion on sensors, a glitch perhaps? Then, suddenly in front of us appear a Kaedwani cruiser and a Tamaran galleon near the debris field. Their weapons are armed and pointed at each other. Hunter Matheson: Oh, sh.... Hunter Matheson: There's your answer, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What in the blazes?! Red alert! ::Eyes wide.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Where did they come from? William Chocox: ::looks up at the lights:: +Bridge+ Something interesting happen? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::brings us to Red Alert, shrugs at Miranda:: They weren't there a few second ago. Cptn Swain: Lu'an> Sir, they're hailing. Irene Mincine: "It's also possible the signal could have been jammed at the source and re-transmitted by the culprits..." :: Irene begins a full scan, which is quickly overloaded by the two cruisers in front of us! :: "Whoa! Unknown, sir. I picked up some kind of spatial distortion just before they appeared..." Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Irene, but nods:: Put them through. Cptn Swain: +Vessels+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She strode over to Irene's station and peered over her shoulder.:: What sort of distortion? Hunter Matheson: Space and time bend, ma'am. Could cause a distortion, but they're usually small, not... big. Cptn Swain: Gael Tor> +Excalibur+ This is Captain-General Gael Tor of the Tamaran Empire. We welcome your assistance. These... ::nearly spits:: fools are accusing us of attacking their freighter. We were merely responding to a distress call. Irene Mincine: :: Irene fiddles with the scanner settings. :: "I'm not sure, Commander. It was only there for a moment before the two ships appeared. Not long enough to get any concrete reading." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +Excalibur+ Who are you?! What are you doing in this sector? If you are allies of the Tamaran empire, you will be dealt with accordingly. Hunter Matheson: ::considers the present detected area of the distortion, plots an exit vector or two, especially one that will stay away from those two gunslingers:: Cptn Swain: +Both+ ::It was going to be one of those days:: We are here to render aid. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> Aid to whom? The Tamaran?! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Excalibur+ Cptn Swain: Gael Tor> +all+ As were we! Cptn Swain: +KC+ We received a distress signal from one of your vessels. We are returning from a trade mission on Miraxis IV. Irene Mincine: :: Irene keeps trying to scan the distortion, though according to her console the two ships' warp emissions are making it pretty difficult to crank the sensitivity of the sensors up. She frowns to Miranda. :: "That's all I've got for now, sir." Cptn Swain: Hunter bring us about but keep our approach friendly. Hunter Matheson: Coming about, aye. Indaura Ryssan: Do they need us? Hunter Matheson: Remaining at half impulse. Where exactly should I aim, sir? Between ships? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She bit her lip.:: Mmmm... that could literally be anything. From a sensor glitch to a cloaking field. Though I've never seen one that wasn't attached to a vessel. Something new, perhaps? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +Excalibur+ You lie! We have not sent nor received any sort of distress signal. Hunter Matheson: Coming to one quarter impulse. Cptn Swain: Pull up the distress signal. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "That's the best the sensors can do at the moment... I can have the computer crunch on it and see if it matches anything we've seen before in the database." Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::lowly:: The debris has drifted into Tamaran space... Hunter Matheson: Holding steady at 20,000 km, within transport distance. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded.:: Let me know if anything else blips. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sensors detect what appears to be a brief neutrino surge off Excalibur's port bow. Irene Mincine: "Will do-- wait..." :: Irene focuses the ship's sensors on the port bow. :: "Neutrino surge, sir. I think we've seen that one before." Hunter Matheson: Uh.. oh... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> ::Their drives powered up and they moved quickly toward the debris field to claim it, ignoring the fact that it was in Tamaran territory.:: Cptn Swain: Gaul Tor> +Open+ Kaedwani vessel cease at once. You are violating Tamaran space... Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Tamaran vessel targets the Kaedwani. Cptn Swain: ::Frowns:: Bring us about... Hunter Matheson: Coming about... Cptn Swain: +Both+ Excuse me, but let’s all just take a very deep breath. Hunter Matheson: Suggest going to 50,000 km, Captain. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A Romulan vessel drops cloak immediately between both vessels. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Neutrino surge... that's a Romu... ::Trails off as one appears on the sensors. Miranda clenched her teeth.:: Great... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kaedwani cruiser> +All+ This is the debris of one of our vessels and it was destroyed by the Tamaran! We will have the evidence for a formal investigation! Irene Mincine: :: Irene's attention drifts to the main viewer... :: Cptn Swain: Shaelon> +All+ This is Commander tr'Shaelon of the Imperial warbird Lakin to Kaedwani vessel. Break off now and return to your borders. Federation I suggest you order your Tamaran dogs to do the same and the two of us should chat. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Signal the Tamaran to move to a safe distance and to power down weapons. Hunter bring us alongside the Romulan ship. Cptn Swain: And someone find me Issaha. Hunter Matheson: Aye, aye, Captain. Coming about to two zero nine mark three.... Hunter Matheson: ::eases alongside the Romulan ship:: Position achieved. Going to station keeping. Irene Mincine: :: Irene makes extra sure that there's no more Romulans around on the scanner. :: Cptn Swain: Tamaran Vessel> ::begins moving away, powering down its weapons:: Cptn Swain: ::Waits for the Kaedwani to do the same.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 1118.2018 The Excalibur is en route, responding to a distress call from a Kaedwani freighter on the border of Confederation and Tamaran space.