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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 1013.2019 It's been over a month since the Excalibur was formally decommissioned. Many of the crew have gone their own way seeking other assignment or moved on from Starfleet altogether. Curiously, the core of the old senior staff have found themselves rounded up in a conference room on Mars, but with no other orders. No one has seen either of their former command team in weeks, either.
  2. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ACTION> There are small plates and even bottles of champagne in the lounge. For a briefing it is a bit, unusual. Rhan K'hal: :: enters the lounge and stops short, seeing the spread :: VonDrake: ::walking into the lounge, spots all the goodies:: William Chocox: ::walks in and looks at everything suspiciously:: Hakran K'hal: :: as he was walking behind his brother, smacks right into him but spins around with Caitian agility, glaring at him on the pass-by :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood at the window, waiting for the others to arrive, studying Excalibur as it floated in space. She looked as rough on the outside as she did the inside, but Miranda still thought her an elegant ship.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene arrives at the briefing, fresh, clean, and not smelling like booze. Success! Unsure of the etiquette in this case, and suspicious of the spread, she waits for someone else to start snacking first. She whispers to Hakran. :: "This isn't normal, is it?" Rhan K'hal: :: finally heads the rest of the way in :: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Perhaps if we had just saved the Federation from an invasion. Not so much for a briefing. VonDrake: ::wonders what the celebration is about:: Indaura Ryssan: :: At the briefing :: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting at a table in the lounge, she begins people watching, but can't help to glance out the viewport once in a while.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh, will there be food here? Hakran K'hal: That is generally what plates are for. :: nods toward them :: VonDrake: ::sees the Excalibur out the viewport, just kinda stares at it for a second:: Rhan K'hal: :: grabs a seat by Maryse :: Despite the bubbly, this has the feeling of a wake. William Chocox: ::looks out the window:: Those station monkeys better not ruin her. Cptn Swain: ::Enters the room, wearing his hair down.:: Indaura Ryssan: Oh goodie. Hakran K'hal: :: double-takes the informal Swain :: VonDrake: ::looks over at William:: I'm sure they're doing fine. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a plate, et al :: William Chocox: ::scoffs:: They better. Irene Mincine: "Pretty sure we did a good job of that already..." :: She muttered after Chocox spoke, and then instinctively stood at attention when Swain walked in, formal or not. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She turned to survey the crew, hands held behind her back.:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher smiled, and made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: flips an ear at Irene's comment, but doesn't add any commentary :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Rhan.:: It definitely seems like it.:: Cptn Swain: Everyone here? William Chocox: Looks like it Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glancing about, she nodded.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene realizes she's the only one at attention and relaxes. She takes a seat near Hakran. :: Cptn Swain: ::Gets a drink from a passing waiter:: VonDrake: ::didn't even notice the wait staff:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everyone, please help yourselves. ::She gestured to the table laden with appetizers and beverages.:: William Chocox: ::still suspicious about the spread:: VonDrake: ::grabs a piece of shrimp, dips in some cocktail sauce, and takes a bite:: Rhan K'hal: Why do I feel like I'm being lulled into a false sense of security? ::dry & rhetorical:: William Chocox: ::takes some nibbles:: Maryse Dubois: Because this isn't the first time. ::Smirks.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Was very hungry for some reason :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs some lunchmeat slices and pours herself some hot tea. :: "They're buttering us up before they announce we're all getting psychiatric evaluations for our performance." Cptn Swain: ::Clinks his glass with a small rod to get everyone's attention: VonDrake: ::grabs some seltzer water from the waiter, actually surprised that they had some:: Hakran K'hal: :: passes on the spread, swivels ears and gaze to Swain at the clinking :: William Chocox: ::has procured some bourbon:: Irene Mincine: :: Looks to the informal captain when the clinking occurs. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks up, with a cube of cheese in her mouth :: Ummph Cptn Swain: Hello everyone. Thank you for coming. I hope you're enjoying the food and drinks. William Chocox: Depends on the outcome of this meeting Cptn Swain: We've had a... interesting few weeks. Irene Mincine: :: Quietly... :: "You could say that..." :: Sip. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Rhan K'hal: :: didn't bring his PADD, so he can't send the "get on with it" audio clips to Swain's communicator - which is probably a good thing - maybe :: Cptn Swain: I am afraid that I don't have the good news you were I hope you were also hoping for. Maryse Dubois: :;Quietly to Rhan.:: Here it comes... Indaura Ryssan: :: frowns :: Cptn Swain: Starfleet has determined after a review of the damage and the larger needs of the Fleet, that the Excalibur is to be decommissioned. William Chocox: [Expletive Deleted] VonDrake: ::both eyebrows raise Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks down at the table and puts her head down. Klingon cursing is muffled by her arms. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda threw a glance out at the ship, but didn't look at all surprised.:: Hakran K'hal: :: not having been on board very long, doesn't really have an emotional attachment to the ship, but realizes others do :: Cptn Swain: We'll have a few days for you to collect your things. They'll be beginning stripping the few salvageable systems soon. Rhan K'hal: And then? Cptn Swain: I wish that I had better news. I've spoken with Starfleet Command, and for now there's no immediate plans to begin construction on a new ship. William Chocox: And what about us? Where do we go? William Chocox: ::has visions of being a station monkey:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked to Maryse, then the captain. :: "What does that mean for us?" Cptn Swain: You'll all have the opportunity to take some much needed leave, after that -- I can help anyone with new assignments if you want. A few people owe me favorites. Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't seem all that surprised, but does look at least a little sad.:: Cptn Swain: ::Holds up his champagne flute:: To the Excalibur... she was...is... a good ship. William Chocox: I think I'm going to be sick. ::downs the bourbon and grabs another:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: To the Excalibur. ::Miranda half-heartedly held up her glass in toast before downing the entire contents.:: Irene Mincine: "I feel like jumping into a warp core..." :: She refills her teacup with the closest alcoholic beverage she can find on the table, and joins in the toast. :: Cptn Swain: ::Drinks his champagne:: William Chocox: ::downs his bourbon again:: VonDrake: ::holds up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, trying to process this info:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd like to say to everyone that, though the circumstances of her decommissioning are less than ideal, you have all served admirably well. I have been proud to call you part of her crew. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: No Captain could ask for a finer crew. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Nothing you did led to this moment. It is simply an unfortunate series of events. We will rebound and move on. William Chocox: Hmph Irene Mincine: :: Irene looked unconvinced of that as she surreptitiously refilled her teacup with more bubbly. :: Rhan K'hal: My family can confirm that breaking Excaliburs is a long-established tradition. Hakran K'hal: :: swipes Irene's cup :: No you don't Indaura Ryssan: To another home. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: And, Miranda... I couldn't have had a better first officer. William Chocox: Let her have it K'hal. Irene Mincine: :: She shakes her head. :: "No, he's right and I... I shouldn't, not in my mood." Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Seems like a nice gesture. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded in acknowledgement to Swain, though sadly.:: We should talk after. ::Quietly to him.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finger waves a waiter over, grabs Irene a sparkling juice :: William Chocox: Man, I'm going to have to learn how to not be weird in Engineering. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded, and cleared his throat:: Please, enjoy yourselves. Thank you all, again, for being the best crew I've ever had the pleasure of commanding, William Chocox: (M) Wonder if I could get the replicators to produce Everclear. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: So. More official leave after three weeks of being on hold. What are you thinking? Maryse Dubois: I'm thinking we need to get off of this station. Cptn Swain: ::Smiles again, and motions for Miranda to follow him to a quieter area of the lounge:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Figures she would head back home :: Rhan K'hal: That I can agree with wholeheartedly. Cptn Swain: ACTION> A jazz band begins playing music softly, and the waiters bring out more food and drinks. William Chocox: San Francisco here I come, doo-dah doo-dah Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She takes another glass of champagne with her as she follows Swain, leaving the crew to discuss the situation among themselves.:: William Chocox: ::turns to Von Drake:: What about you? Irene Mincine: :: Irene looks to Hakran and sips the sparkling juice. :: "Disgusting." :: She drinks the rest. :: "Refreshing, but disgusting." :: She shakes her head. :: "I don't know what I'm going to do. Proxima's pretty far from here. I've been in for... what, a year, so I don't think I have much leave..." Hakran K'hal: What do you WANT to do? Maryse Dubois: Any planets of interest nearby? VonDrake: ::didn't notice the band either, is beginning to doubt his situational awareness:: I dunno, Daystrom Institute, maybe? Rhan K'hal: On our side of the borders? Not so much. They picked an asteroid for 39 Tango for a reason. Irene Mincine: :: Irene hmphs. :: "What I _want_ to do right now is... not appropriate for polite company." Maryse Dubois: Bleh... William Chocox: Hm, interesting. What's out there for you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a drink :: VonDrake: ::thinking about Crystal:: Friends... Cptn Swain: ::Glances over once they're out of eat shot: William Chocox: Ah, "friends" :: makes the air quotes:: Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: Honestly, if we're not getting a group transfer to a new ship, I'm thinking maybe I should just get on with it. After three weeks I'm itching to work. Hakran K'hal: Well, what kind of impolite company do you need? Cptn Swain: I talked to the Admiral, she's going to do what she can to get Starfleet to give us a new ship, but I don't know. She's all but offered me the Strausbourg. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Cptn Swain: ::Smiles:: I'd still need an executive officer. Irene Mincine: :: Irene laughed heartily at Hak's terrible joke, which lightened her mood. :: "The female kind would be nice, for a start." :: Sip. :: VonDrake: ::nods:: Maybe I can get an assignment there... I always liked research William Chocox: Could be fun. Hakran K'hal: I'm afraid I'm all out of those. I could call my mom, but if you've seen Rhan in a bossy mood, imagine that times 10. Though speaking of Rhan, he knows the station pretty well, he might be able to make you an introduction if it's that big of an itch. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took a sip of her drink, frowning.:: I would be honored, but... I've already requested reassignment to the fleet yards at Utopia Planitia. I was offered a command position in their engineering department, and I think I want to get back to do hands on work. At least for the interim. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I totally understand. I should at least look into some temporary assignments, or maybe a project. Cptn Swain: ::He smiled:: I understand. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shook her head and laughed some more. :: "I'm sure I can find my own company. I've got a lot of practice. But more importantly, if you're going after an assignment, lemme know. I'd love to keep working with you." VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah. But I don't know if I'm ready to give up on a field assignment, not so quickly. VonDrake: ::looks at William:: What's in the cards for you? William Chocox: I have no clue...I need to learn how to make friends though. I fear I'm going to become a station monkey. Cptn Swain: When do you leave? Rhan K'hal: I imagine if you put your name on the free agent list, you could choose the cream of the crop. With your kind of experience. Honestly, if you were more interested in command, 'Fleet would be offering you an XO position on a hospital ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It will be nice to not be in danger of exploding on every mission. ::She sighed and glanced back to the window.:: Day after tomorrow. I'm hitching a ride with the Rialto. Cptn Swain: ::He left it unsaid, but he assumed that meant she'd asked for the reassignment even before they'd learned about decision.:: Hakran K'hal: I'll have to think about it. I'm not sure why I haven't, I wasn't exactly expecting any other news than what we heard. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I was just waiting on the official word. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Let's have dinner then tonight. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugged. :: "I can't imagine I'm an officer in high demand, other than the scarcity of exobiologists." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Sure, one last time. ::She glanced back to him, a tinge of regret in her eyes.:: Hakran K'hal: Well, if I do finagle a spot I'll see if I can shoehorn you in. Though I'm not exactly high on the ladder. Though I suppose I could pull a Rhan and use family connections, but I hate doing that. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Hah...I would end up being a pain in the ass. ::Shrugs:: But I don't quite think they are ready for me yet. Indaura Ryssan: :; More cheese :: VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Nothing wrong with that. Station work is admirable Irene Mincine: :: Irene hrmed. :: "I have some family connections too, if you can't find anything. I'm sure I'll be okay, even if I end up sitting on a research station splicing potato genes for the rest of my life." Cptn Swain: Good. 1830, then. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: You'd probably hate it anyway, means even more paperwork and less patient time. Maryse Dubois: ::shudders:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll see you then. Hakran K'hal: You can always make French Fries with what you don't splice. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  3. SD 1006.2019 The Excalibur senior officers (y'all) have been asked to a briefing, unusually, at the Ibizia Lounge which has a gorgeous view of the Excalibur in dry dock.
  4. SD 0929.2019 The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half.
  5. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur has finally returned from Sarras under tow. An evaluation is being completed by Starfleet as to the future of the Excalibur-C. The crew has been given leave aboard the starbase, though several crew are considering their next moves already. TBS is about a week and half. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::is wondering the promenade again:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher sat quietly, and alone, on the promenade drinking tea, watching worker bees circle the Excalibur in one of the float dry dock units:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sitting in her quarters, reading a recent evaluation on Irene.:: Rhan K'hal: :: in the tiny tea/coffee/[misc. beverage served from plant parts]-house, sipping on some Rigellian concoction brewed from the bark of some swamp tree :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is on one of the starbase's many holodecks, working out her frustrations by beating up holo-Klingons with heavy-looking metal gauntlets. She'd had yet another counseling session earlier and definitely needed this, from her attitude there. :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Takes a deep breath before approaching Swain:: Hakran K'hal: :: lost in thought, eyes looking off into mental deep space, Hak slowly weaves his way around people on the promenade, managing not to run into anyone by feline-autopilot :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Captain, I hope I am not interrupting. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: No, not at all. Have a seat. Rhan K'hal: :: finishes his drink, recycles it in the replicator, and then walks out of the little cozy nook while stretching himself out simultaneously :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Talking with the medical staff on the station :: Maryse Dubois: ::Puts the report down and decides to go for a walk.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::settles in:: I wanted to tell you personally. Cptn Swain: ::Takes a drink of tea:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda really didn't know what to do with herself. She didn't have a ship to worry about -- that was Starfleet's problem now. Even the repairs were being seen to by the station personnel. It was irritating to have someone else in charge of *her* ship.:: William Chocox: ::wanders over to a small knick knack seller and peruses the wares:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I've decided to take another posting. I've been offered a position at the academy, and I just... Cptn Swain: ::Asher nodded:: I understand. Well good luck. Rhan K'hal: :: sees his blank-eyed brother off in the distance, sighs - there was nothing more he could do to help Hak make a decision :: Irene Mincine: :: After a tough battle, Irene looked exhausted. :: "Computer, pause program." :: Covered in sweat, she removed her gauntlets and tossed them on the ground. :: "Hoo. OK." :: The gauntlets disappeared and Irene leaned against a rock wall. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On the upper level of the promenade, she leaned on the railing, watching the ships outside of the station. Her perpetual frown was in place and only deepened when she caught sight of Excalibur.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Makes it to the promenade, she begins wandering.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Well, I'll leave you alone, sir. I just wanted to say that it's been an honor to serve under you. Rhan K'hal: :: find an empty spot of bulkhead and leans against it, people-watching :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Walks out of their sickbay :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene decides she's had enough for now and calls up an exit, leaving the holodeck. She heads down a corridor full of other holodecks, her long black hair down and wild for once, on her way to the promenade's lower level. :: Hakran K'hal: :: continues his zombie march while he tries to force himself to make a decision, already :: William Chocox: ::leaves the small kiosk and continues walking:: Cptn Swain: ::Sighs again:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pushing off the railing, she paused at the nearby shop to order something to drink, selecting a low caffeine option. She really didn't need any additional nervous energy right now.:: Cptn Swain: ::He saw Miranda and decided to go say hello. They had barely talked in the two and half weeks since they'd returned and he felt isolated in a way he hadn't considered.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Seemed like the promenade was full of Excalibur crew, which was to be expected. She walked over to a viewport to gaze outside for a minute.:: Hakran K'hal: :: finally his eyes de-glaze, and he finds a nearby seat and falls into it, bent forward with his head between his knees :: William Chocox: ::sees Dr. Dubois and decides to look out the same viewport:: Hello Doctor. Indaura Ryssan: :: sees K'hal :: Hakran, is that you? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she looks over.:: Mr. Chocox. Enjoying your leave? Irene Mincine: "You look like absolute hell, sir," :: Said Irene as she approached Hak and took a seat next to him. Cptn Swain: ::He made his way over to Miranda:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up, his eyes focusing in that predatory way as he gets greeting in stereo :: William Chocox: I haven't been able to fix anything really, but otherwise it's been good. What about you? Cptn Swain: Miranda. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catching sight of Swain as she turned about with her drink, she nodded and went back to lean against the rail again.:: Captain. How's your husband? I don't see any bruises. Hakran K'hal: :: his voice rough :: Yes, it is, Doctor. :: wrinkles his nose at sweaty Irene :: Can't say you smell much better. Cptn Swain: Arden's on assignment. ::He said with a sort of sigh:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Were you able to see him before he left? Or was he gone when we got here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Standing in front of K'hal and Irene :: Irene Mincine: "Sorry about that. I was on my way to the gym showers." :: She looked a little embarrassed, forgetting about K'hal's acute sense of smell... :: "I could bother Dr. Dubois instead, but I don't think she'd appreciate it as much as you." :: Gesturing to her and Chocox by a viewport. She motions for Indaura to take a seat, too. Maryse Dubois: About the same. Plenty of time to relax at the moment. Cptn Swain: Gone. ::he bit his lip again:: He's been assigned as XO on a science ship conducting a survey of one of the planets we... you and... that we visited during my uh... when you all rescued me. William Chocox: I get antsy sometimes if I have too much time to relax. That might be an issue. Hakran K'hal: She's probably had her fill of you anyway. At least Dr. Ryssan got the patient multipack. Cptn Swain: He left me a message. ::He smiled, somehow:: I think its the first time he's the one leaving a dear john letter. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So it all comes full circle. ::She snorted and took a drink.:: Last I heard, Excalibur is in bad shape. If they decide to repair her, she's going to be down for a long time. Have they told you any different? Hakran K'hal: :: an ever so small amount of amusement working into his otherwise rough voice, sounding like he hasn't talked to anyone in days - which he hasn't :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits :: I feel I am still new here. Not understanding my place on the ship nor the places of everyone else. Cptn Swain: I met with the Admiral this morning. Maryse Dubois: You could always play in the holodeck and break some stuff. Indaura Ryssan: We could suppress your smell sense if you need. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowned lightly. :: "Yeah. I've had my fill of doctors this week, too." :: Looking to Indaura. :: "Present company excepted. I know my place: doing science and breaking things." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And? Did they have any answers? Hakran K'hal: :: grunts :: A lot of forceful personalities to deal with. You just have to see an opening and slip into it. Or ask my brother, he'll drag you in, whether there's a hole or not. William Chocox: ::shrugs:: That never really was my thing. I usually break stuff on the ship. Cptn Swain: She promised me I would know first, but the initial review wasn't positive. Maryse Dubois: Oh I'm sure there is a program you would enjoy. Hakran K'hal: And I'll pass on suppression. I'm already getting used to it. :: small lift at the corners of his mouth :: Thank any applicable deity. Indaura Ryssan: Don't worry, doctors make the worst patients. William Chocox: Maybe. Depends on how much longer we're here. Irene Mincine: "Klingons can give them a run for their latinum in that department." :: She said with a grin. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I thought not. ::She sighed.:: You spoke once of making a change. Any thoughts on that now? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Depending on what they want to do with her, I imagine. Hakran K'hal: :: looks out at the ships, including the Excalibur :: Have you ever wondered "what the hell am I doing in Starfleet?" William Chocox: I didn't spend multiple multi-day stints keeping her together with spit, wire, engineering tape, and prayers to any god that was listening for them to decommission her. Oh, and thank you for the finger repair by the way. ::waggles the fingers on his left hand:: Indaura Ryssan: They don't have the same appreciation for healers. Cptn Swain: I don't know. I asked about a new Excalibur, she said she'd do what she could. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "This is what I've always wanted to do. My mother's the one who is asking 'what the hell is she doing in Starfleet?' And, uh, yeah. Klingon medicine is medieval compared to a Federation sickbay." Cptn Swain: With Arden out on assignment for at least another six months. I don't know. I guess I could take a new assignment, something short term till his mission is done and we could decide whats next together. Indaura Ryssan: I more wonder: "Why here, why on the Excalibur?" As much as my services are required on Denobula, I wanted to experience more than what the homeworld offered. Indaura Ryssan: I don't meet people like you two on Denobula. Cptn Swain: You? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: No problem. Irene Mincine: "And I wouldn't meet people like you two on Proxima." Indaura Ryssan: A doctor is often a support role, so we are needed everywhere. William Chocox: Rumor has it we're losing some personnel. Have you thought about what your next move is? Hakran K'hal: :: chuckle :: Growing in up San Francisco, meeting interesting people wasn't the problem. It was that they were always so transitory. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I don't know. I want to see what they're going to do with her before I make any hard decisions. ::She swirled her drink in her cup.:: I've put out a few feelers. Hakran K'hal: Not that I can say I cared much. All I wanted was to be out there ::wave at the window:: doing cutting edge science. Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs.:: I go where they need me. If I'm needed on any form of an Excalibur, then I suppose that's where I'll be. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: I didn't expect the science to cut back. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I can understand that. Irene Mincine: "Me too." :: She sighed. :: "Starfleet Medical could recommend that I be taken off starship duty for my... recent behavior." :: She said bluntly. :: "I don't know what I'd do if that happened." Indaura Ryssan: Frontier science, like frontier medicine Indaura Ryssan: I'll do everything I can to keep you where you are at. William Chocox: That's good. You're probably the best doctor I've had. Hakran K'hal: :: delivered as dry as a Vulcan desert :: Let her take a shower before you glue her down, Doc. Maryse Dubois: :;Smirks.:: It's what I do. William Chocox: I'm trying to imagine them posting me on a Starbase or something. ::shudders:: Maryse Dubois: There's no fun in that. Indaura Ryssan: In fact, I will prescribe a shower with water and not sonic. Irene Mincine: "Thanks. I know Commander Hawthorne doesn't want me to go, but it's up to her more than anyone else, I think." :: She gestures to Maryse. :: "A hot shower sounds great right about now, too." William Chocox: No, not at all. I might have to like, "make friends" or "go on dates". Indaura Ryssan: The holodecks on the station can provide any water-based shower you need... a massage if you need it as well. Indaura Ryssan: This ship is hard for me as well. My people live very close together and being in quarters of my own is rather...isolating. Cptn Swain: << 2 minute warning >> Irene Mincine: "Want to trade? Ensigns like me get bunk rooms. Though now that I've got a year under my belt, I might get a higher-priority room assignment... if as much of the crew gets reassigned as the rumor mill says." :: She said the last bit stoically. :: Indaura Ryssan: We'll see if a larger place can be considered. Hakran K'hal: Don't believe too much from the rumor mill. And... assuming we're still all together, ask Rhan about the quarters. He could set up a bed for you in the mess hall if you wanted it. Maryse Dubois: ::Gives a playful shudder.:: Sounds awful. William Chocox: I've never been too much of a people person outside of work. Maryse Dubois: That's understandable. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: So I guess we're just all in limbo right now. I should be happy for the rest, but truthfully, I'm just annoyed. Cptn Swain: I feel much the same. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "I'm fine wherever I am. Give me a cot in the hallway outside the plasma injectors and I'll sleep fine. And I'm sure it's just rumors. We'll be together." William Chocox: I almost expected a lecture on healthy work/life balance. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: We all need a space for interspection. Hakran K'hal: Should I quote you on that the next time I see Rhan, Irene? Irene Mincine: "Don't you dare." Maryse Dubois: I've already had two stubborn patients that I had to lecture. I'm on vacation now. :;Grins.:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  6. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has been left behind in the Sarras system where it will be towed back by the Starfleet tug USS Abanaki. The crew is returning to Starbase 39 Tango aboard the USS Monte Blanc. As we pick up, the Monte Blanc is arriving. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in the crowded Ten Forward with a lot of crew from both ships, watching the station grow larger through the large, curved windows :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's not in Ten Forward or anywhere else. In fact, she hasn't been seen outside her quarters in days. :: Cptn Swain: ::In Ten Forward aboard the Monte Blanc drinking tea. He had a new haircut:: Rhan K'hal: :: first in line at the main hatch :: William Chocox: ::in the lounge watching out the windows as well:: How are you doing Lieutenant K'hal? Maryse Dubois: ::Is in one of the holodecks she had reserved, a program running.:: VonDrake: ::finishing a story to his annoyed bunkmate, Ensign O'Malley of the Mont Blanc::….And that's really the thing about the rockhopper penguin, they are quite remarkable creatures. Hakran K'hal: :: frowns at the station :: VonDrake: O'Malley>::trying to hide his annoyance:: Fascinating.... But, you should really be getting to 10 Forward, I think you're getting ready to depart. Rhan K'hal: Mont Blanc Security Officer> :: arrives on station at the hatch, notices the Caitian in an operations jumpsuit already there :: Rhan K'hal: Mont Blanc Security Officer> Is our ship that bad? VonDrake: ::glances at the time:: Wow, how time flies. ::grabs his duffel, and extends his hand to O'Malley:: It's been a pleasure Ensign. Maybe one day I can return the favor of your hospitality. Rhan K'hal: Oh, not at all. Quite spiffy, actually. Just want to get on with things. Hakran K'hal: :: not at all wanting to get on with things as he still hasn't made his mind :: William Chocox: Am I forgetting an unfortunate incident at Starbase 39 K'hal? Hakran K'hal: :: frown deepens :: VonDrake: O'Malley>::shakes Ryan's hand:: If I could be so lucky...now go, before you get left behind. VonDrake: ::nods, and departs O'Malley's quarters:: VonDrake: O'Malley>::collapses in mental exhaustion onto his bed:: Hakran K'hal: :: shakes out of his inner nebula, looks over at Will :: Oh, hello. No, I'm... just not quite ready. The Mont Blanc could've taken an even more scenic route. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her time aboard the Mont Blanc was thankfully coming to an end. Not that she hadn't appreciated the lift, but Miranda wanted her own ship back. The fact that it was being tugged, rather than returning by its own power, irked her more than a little. However, simply because she'd been aboard another ship didn't mean she hadn't been working. Pausing in front of Mincine's quarters, she rang the chimes.:: William Chocox: Unfortunately we only seem to take scenic routes on the Excalibur. I'm not entirely sure that other ships don't just go from Point A to Point B, complete their mission without a hitch and then return to Point A to get a new mission and crew. Irene Mincine: Irene> "What do you want?" :: Was the muffled response from the inside. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Monte Blanc docks at one of the lower docking bases. VonDrake: ::makes his way to the lounge just in time to see the ship dock:: Hakran K'hal: Oh, my time on the Copernicus was quite dull. I miss it. Rhan K'hal: :: taps foot, waiting for the umbilical and the airlocks to finish mating :: William Chocox: Excalibur has been my only posting so far. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a warning beep, signaling the ship had docked. She sighed as she got out of the hot spring, wrapping herself in a towel. After she dried her hair a put on a white sun dress, she ended the program and left the holodeck.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Drinking at the Mont Blanc mess :: William Chocox: Graduated the Academy and was posted here. I wonder if that prank back in the Academy caused me to be posted somewhere so interesting. Rhan K'hal: Adios! :: springs forward as soon as the hatch opens, gives his ID to the Tango security on the other side :: Hakran K'hal: Hmm. Well, I suppose they thought you could handle it. Maryse Dubois: ::She headed for the docking port, entering some commands into her tablet as she walked.:: William Chocox: ::looks over to where the other K'hal has practically sprinted through the hatch:: Was that your relation running away at high speed? Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: He's more than ready to be here. And to get a mission and be somewhere else. Standing still isn't his forte. Cptn Swain: ::He finished his tea and slid a duffle bag over his shoulder:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps onto the station. She gets a confirmation on her tablet.:: William Chocox: Ah, I see. Forgive me, because I'm sure it's come up before, but how is he related to you? Rhan K'hal: :: heads straight to his new temporary quarters so he can drop his bag off :: Hakran K'hal: He's my youngest sibling. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning, Miranda rang the chimes again and again and again and again.:: Rhan K'hal: :: opens the door, sets his bag inside (off to the side), and then lets it close as he's already halfway down the hallway heading to the lift :: VonDrake: ::starts following the crowd of Excalibur crew out of the Mont Blanc:: William Chocox: That was my first thought, that he was a sibling rather than a cousin. Shall we depart? Irene Mincine: "I'm coming! I'm coming!" :: There was a pause and then the door slid open. Irene was in the doorway, her hair matted and her uniform totally wrecked and dirty. Behind her, the guest quarters were a mess, with food all over the floor and empty bottles everywhere. :: "OK. I'm here." :: She smelled like a dive bar. :: Hakran K'hal: I guess we should. :: reaches down and grabs his duffel :: William Chocox: ::grabs his duffels and leads the way:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher sighed, but noticed Hakran and William:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda's frown deepened.:: Ah, you're looking quite well, Ensign. Maryse Dubois: ::Explores the station for a while.:: Rhan K'hal: :: pops up in Tango Ops, makes his way to his counterpart - exchanges greetings, and starts pumps him for news :: VonDrake: ::spies the Captain, his boss, and K'hal, a bit a ahead of him:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows Will :: Cptn Swain: ::He considered going up to them, but that might be awkward. He was their commanding officer.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Finishes her drink, gets her pack and heads for the station :: William Chocox: Captain 8 o'clock. Hakran K'hal: Please, don't mention time. Hakran K'hal: Even if it's a direction. Irene Mincine: "Commander! What a surprise." :: She leaned against the doorframe. :: "How's our traveling? We at the starbase?" :: How was she even upright? :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Enters the station :: William Chocox: Ok...Captain West Southwest relative to our direction of travel? ::shows his ID to the security guy:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, and it is time you get your rear in gear. ::She pushed Irene backward, holding her by her soiled uniform as she hauled her back into the room.:: Look at the state of this place. Look at the state of you! Hakran K'hal: :: has no idea his chief biologist is currently getting the treatment by the XO, assumes she's somewhere in the queue behind him as he too shows his credentials :: William Chocox: Where are your current quarters? Cptn Swain: Security> How many of you are there. ::to K'Hal:: Hakran K'hal: Coming off this ship? I'm the last. Unless Rhan managed to run a circle back here already. In general? You don't want to know. VonDrake: ::starts fishing for his security ID:: VonDrake: Comes up behind K'hal in the "check in" line:: Cptn Swain: Security> ::Gives Khal a look:: William Chocox: ::to the Security Personnel:: What, you've never seen a Caitian before? Irene Mincine: :: Irene stumbled backward, but Miranda's help kept her upright. Her mood flipped from genial to irritated like a switch. :: "The state of me? Don't we got more important stuff to worry about than how I deal with things?" Hakran K'hal: In fact, I'm not even sure *I* know. Depends on whether my second cousin on my father's side has had another litter. Indaura Ryssan: :: Does not see any of her crew, just sits on a nearby couch :: Rhan K'hal: :: having got all he can get out of the lieutenant commander, exits Ops before the duty officer can give him the stink eye for the 10th time :: Cptn Swain: Don't scare him Lieutenant. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not at the moment, no. ::Miranda said flatly. She released her with a jerk and pointed to the shower.:: Strip and get in there. You smell like you've been wallowing in garbage for the past week. Cptn Swain: Security> ::waves them through:: VonDrake: ::watching the exchange between some of his crew and the security officer, then filters through with them:: Hakran K'hal: :: moves on :: Doesn't help that Rhan and I look so much alike. That's the main reason I have my little pointy beard. :: rubs it thoughtfully :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets out her padd and reads letters from home :: Cptn Swain: You have fluffier morning fur. William Chocox: Oh, I thought we'd picked up the Mirror Universe version of you. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks at Harkran as he moves past them.:: Hakran K'hal: :: blinks at the Captain :: I'm not sure whether to applaud your observational skills, Captain, or to apply for a restraining order. Irene Mincine: :: From the state of the room, she practically had been. She was ready to put up a fight but some rational part of her that still remained decided that maaaaybe she should do what the commander says. :: "What, you're my mom now, too?" :: She stumbled into the small washroom, pulling the curtain behind her. Filthy clothes came flying over the top of it. :: Cptn Swain: I already have a husband. Hakran K'hal: Don't forget to punch him. Cptn Swain: ::He smiled. About that.:: Hakran K'hal: :: both K'hals are extremely helpful in remembering where blows need to be landed :: Cptn Swain: Right, well our quarters are this way. Have a good afternoon. Hakran K'hal: You too, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: manages to track Maryse down :: Boo. VonDrake: ::makes his way towards his quarters, which, not surprisingly, look like the quarters he split on the Mont Blanc, which look like his quarters on the Excalibur:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, but I'm your Executive Officer and your well being is my business. ::Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she began to collect the trash strewn about the room, shoving it all into the reclamation unit.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Her dress twirls a bit as she turns to Rhan.:: Hey. Rhan K'hal: They always keep this place so clean for a starbase. VonDrake: ::purses his lips at Starfleet's apparent lack of interior decorating creativity:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: This seems to be one of the cleaner stations I've seen. Hakran K'hal: :: stops outside his door, looks to Will :: Here's my stop. See you around. Rhan K'hal: D'you think that's because we're at the ass-end of the Federation or they have very efficient janitorial staff? Maryse Dubois: It might be a little of both. :;Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ::He paused outside of Arden's quarters and entered the security code.:: Irene Mincine: :: There was lots of replicated food, empty bottles clearly taken from Ten Forward, junk everywhere. Irene's personal stuff was mostly still in her blue duffel bag in the corner. :: "Yeah, OK... miss big shot..." :: A few minutes later, Irene emerged from the washroom, wearing athletic shorts and a blue tank top. :: Rhan K'hal: They need some more shops though. I always end up having to get stuff shipped. Irene Mincine: :: She seemed a bit more alert than when she came in, so guess the shower did some good. :: William Chocox: See you around. ::walks over to his quarters:: Cptn Swain: ::It was strange coming into them like this.:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the quarters that, yes, Operations saw fit to make him share with his brother - again - doesn't trip over Rhan's bag that was thoughtfully set to the side :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: That is definitely a downside. At least the have a couple decent bars with food. VonDrake: ::sees a box sitting there in the corner of his temp quarters, smiles as he realizes that it is his remaining personal goods:: Rhan K'hal: So, I can't give you your present yet, because the cargo shuttle is a couple of days late. Maryse Dubois: ::Surprised look.:: Oh? William Chocox: ::tosses his duffel bag onto his bed and decides to explore the station:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What was that? ::Lifting a dangerous eyebrow at Irene. She waved an empty bottle at her and then the room.:: Help me finish. You're not leaving this place a trash dump. Rhan K'hal: Well, we did get through all that without losing anyone... that we started with. I thought you deserved something special for your hard work. Rhan K'hal: I got something for Hak and Irene too, but I may need to break Hak's over his head. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Trying to get into the Doctor's good graces? Hakran K'hal: :: finds his ears burning :: VonDrake: ::opens the box to find his wind and fire wheels and his d'k'tahgs:: Irene Mincine: :: Miranda's eyebrow struck fear into Irene's heart. She sighed. :: "I shouldn't even be in this place... should have left me in engineering..." :: Irene muttered as she helped Miranda clean up the room. :: Rhan K'hal: :: grins back :: I thought I already was. Hakran K'hal: :: tosses his duffel onto his bunk, then follows it :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles:: Maybe. Rhan K'hal: Well, then it can't hurt. Though you don't get any clues, you'll just have to wait for it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Should have left you in engineering to die, you mean? You know that isn't an option. We take care of our own, Mincine. This mission was a rough one, especially for you, but it isn't always going to be safe, boring science experiments. You learned that in the academy. VonDrake: ::Under that, is a smaller box carrying the items of for his ceremonial mantle. VonDrake: :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks out at others going about their business.:: So have you heard anything yet? I imagine first thing you did was probably go up to OPS. Indaura Ryssan: :: Gets a more filling meal from the replicator nearest her, sits back down :: VonDrake: ::begins setting up the mantle, and places the wind and fire wheels at each end:: Rhan K'hal: Other than a good bit of station gossip, the lack of information was what struck me. He wasn't holding out on me, so if Starfleet has a plan yet, it's being tightly held onto. VonDrake: ::picks up the d'k'taghs, and eyes them, recalling how they came to his possession:: Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: Well that's never good. Irene Mincine: :: She stopped cleaning. :: "I know that. I know... and I was thrown in the deep end... and poked and prodded... almost died... revived... watched myself die..." :: She sat down on the floor, uncharacteristically ready to start bawling. :: "I just... it's so hard to adjust to this life, you know? I don't know how I can take it if every mission is like this." :: Tears roll down her cheeks. :: "They don't teach you how to blow up your ship in the academy, okay? Or be a temporal guinea pig, or... or..." Rhan K'hal: Yeah. I think they're still chewing on it. Probably waiting on the report from the Abanaki. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure they have to decide if it is even worth fixing the ship. Cptn Swain: Computer... play classical music. William Chocox: ::wanders the station looking at the different shops and establishments:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sighed and sank down to the floor beside her.:: Hey... I know. Believe me, I know. And every mission isn't going to be like that. Trust me. But, there are going to be tough times ahead. There always are. Rhan K'hal: Which will then determine a direction on what to do with us. VonDrake: ::runs his thumb over the family crest, which was originally that of the House of K'Hex, but it was changed by a friend of the family, a "v" with a set off lines cresting across the top of it, crudely at artistically representing a rockhopper penguin, Ryan's favorite animal:: Rhan K'hal: (( it's true - someone else will get to be "IT" for the next mission )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The doctor's report said that you'd need a bit of leave before going back on duty. I want you to take that time to find some way to cope besides imploding. We never did get a chance to finish training. Why don't you focus on that? You know I could use the help. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And if, at the end of your leave, you still don't think you can keep going, then we can see about getting you a transfer. Some place cushy and boring. Or out of Star Fleet entirely. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hopefully it will be leave for us then. But we usually aren't that lucky. William Chocox: ((Wait...IT? Like the clown?)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Yes, we all float down here. )) Maryse Dubois: ((Oy)) Cptn Swain: ::Asher unbuttoned his uniform jacket and rubbed his temples as classical music started filtering through the room:: Rhan K'hal: Yeah, our luck has a tendency to kick in at the last minute. Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Rhan K'hal: :: sighs :: I don't know if Hak will stay with us. He loves the science, but he's hating the responsibility of being department head. VonDrake: ::places the d'k'taghs on the mantle as well:: Maryse Dubois: I can completely sympathize with that. Irene Mincine: :: Irene sniffs and nods. :: "I know what you're trying to do and I'd never want to turn my back on Starfleet." :: She laughed, nervously. :: "I know we all did everything we could. I know you're trying to help. It's gonna... it's just... yeah. Training. And a long break." Rhan K'hal: :: lopsided smile :: I bet you do. VonDrake: ::notes that he's missing some penjing trees, starts contemplating how exactly he could come across some, and how exactly he'd get them to grow in sunless confines of a ship/space station:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Alright, but baby steps. First, let's get your stuff and get off this ship. You've got quarters waiting for you on the station. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Forget the trash. I've just decided that the Mount Blanc janitorial crew can earn their keep today. Irene Mincine: :: Irene slowly climbed to her feet. :: "Thank you. I know I look like a total ass. I'm so sorry." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose, though with much more creaking in her joints:: Yea, but no more than the rest of us. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  7. SD 0922.2019 Excalibur has been left behind in the Sarras system where it will be towed back by the Starfleet tug USS Abanaki. The crew is returning to Starbase 39 Tango aboard the USS Monte Blanc. As we pick up, the Monte Blanc is arriving.
  8. MISSION BRIEF: Though we managed to return to our own time period, the Excalibur has seen some better days. Several days have passed and repairs continue, albeit slowly. Our Romulan, Tamaran and Kaedwani visitors, who we had taken aboard just before we were sent back through time, have recently departed to their own homeworlds. Several Tamarian ships are assisting. A Starfleet tug, the USS Abanaki is en route, while the Nebula-class USS Mont Blanc has arrived as well to begin evacuating Excalibur's crew. The crew has been instructed to begin gathering their things to transfer as it may be some time before the Excalibur arrives via tug at Starbase 39 Tango. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: ::On the bridge, trying to avoid packing:: Rhan K'hal: :: is already packed, being a prepared kind of kitty - is on the bridge :: Cptn Swain: ::Rhan:: When does Captain Omani want to begin transferring personnel? Hakran K'hal: :: not being as prepared, and rather trying to avoid everyone, is tucked up in his room, averaging about one sock into the bag every ten minutes :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Tying up some loose ends :: VonDrake: ::finishing up some last minutes tasks in engineering, is already packed, as a much of his stuff hadn't arrived yet:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene is packing up her rack in her shared quarters. The other ensigns are either on duty or elsewhere in the ship, so she's alone there. She's filling up a duffel bag with various knick knacks and Klingon religious paraphernalia. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Has all of her essentials packed, and everything sitting outside her office.:: Rhan K'hal: Quote: "as soon as we are ready." William Chocox: ::grabbing his stuff from his quarters and shoving it into some duffel bags, his pinky finger has fresh engineering tape around it:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Leans over :: Doctor, are you moving out? VonDrake: ::creating a checklist for himself and William for whenever the Excalibur makes it back:: Cptn Swain: Good. ::He sighed:: I assume you already have a plan for the transfer? Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Just grabbing what I can, sine we might not be back for a while. Rhan K'hal: Of course. Indaura Ryssan: I missed the memo, what planet are we going to, or is it a station? Cptn Swain: Then, let's get started. I'll be the last one out. VonDrake: ::almost trips over his duffel as he moves from console to console:: Rhan K'hal: Darn, that throws my plans way off, I had you going first. :: smirking :: I guess I'll have to re-do the whole thing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda entered Main Engineering, pausing as she usually did to watch the organized chaos of her former department. For once, she wasn't frowning, but she certainly didn't look happy.:: Maryse Dubois: :;Shrugs:: I imagine the Mont Blanc will be taking us to a starbase. After that, I don't know. Irene Mincine: :: Irene taps her badge. :: +Hak+ "Irene to Lt. Hakran K'hal. I'm ready to move out, coordinator extraordinaire." VonDrake: ::looks over to see the XO walk in:: Commander on deck! Rhan K'hal: :: presses a button, sending disembarkation orders to everyone, with precise timing and where they will be going on the Mont Blanc :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Best watch yourself, Ensign. Trip and knock yourself out and you might get overlooked under a desk. ::Eyeing VonDrake.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: It would be nice to be on someone else's ship for a while though. We'll be able to relax for a time. Cptn Swain: We were lucky the Monte Blanc was in the area. It might have taken a week for another ship to get out here, or I guess we could have hitched a ride aboard one of the Tamarian ships. Commander tr'Shaelon was happy to have his officer back, I guess we would have gotten a ride with them too. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And none of that, please. I like to sneak in whenever I can. VonDrake: ::slides his duffel under a console with his foot:: VonDrake: ::nods:: Understood, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: Oh, that would've been fun. Cptn Swain: ((Aren't you happy I picked an easy name to remember Rhan )) Indaura Ryssan: I find close quarters with friends and family relaxing/ Irene Mincine: :: Carillon, also, is on the bridge monitoring the helm, as... functional as it is. She's leaning back in her chair barely paying attention. :: Rhan K'hal: Anyway, I'm kicking the scientists off first, we don't exactly need them at the moment. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sighed as she moved a bit further into engineering, studying the equipment that had already been packed up and what was still left to do. Reaching the warp drive, she tapped idly at the console.:: Pity. She's going to be in dry dock for a while to get all this mess sorted. VonDrake: ::nods:: Well, it would be quicker than if we tried to do it all on the fly by ourselves. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: I talked to El'Arrain N'Dak to see if he wanted to head back with his own people, but he seems to like us. Indaura Ryssan: I've not seen my family for some time, though I doubt they are near the base. Rhan K'hal: I can't imagine why, making him get cosmetic surgery, dragging him through time, almost getting him killed about once a week. Cptn Swain: Right? Rhan K'hal: Fun stuff. Cptn Swain: Are the replicators working? Maryse Dubois: Maybe they will give us leave. Then you can go see them. Rhan K'hal: Some of them are capable of replication. Whether they give you what you ask for depends on how the computer is feeling at that particular nanosecond. William Chocox: ::brings his duffels down to Engineering:: Hello Commander, Ensign. VonDrake: ::nods to William as he walks in:: Cptn Swain: ::Asher breezed towards the wall unit nearest his chair:: Tea, herbal supplement ... hmm #45-C. Hot with two sugars, no milk. Hakran K'hal: :: notes on the orders that his people are getting the boot first, though as department head he'll be in the next-to-last group :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very true. ::She turned and nodded.:: Chocox. I was just surveying the damage. She's seen better days. Glad we made it back in relatively one piece, however. Rhan K'hal: :: grimaces at Swain's order :: You'll be lucky if you don't get crude oil with two sugars and a beef roast making that many points of preference. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: First thing I am doing when we get back to Tango... after I hug my husband of course.. is make a pot of real tea. Captain Garrison gave me this amazing Vulcan blend her science officer got her onto. ::He sighed.:: Cptn Swain: ::He picked up the metallic cup as it materialized, smelling it gingerly before trying it:: William Chocox: Indeed. Wonder what's going to happen to her. Cptn Swain: ((Rhan give me a number 1=10 >> Rhan K'hal: (( 4 )) Cptn Swain: ::Takes a sip:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene's padd beeps and she checks the message. :: "Moving orders... moving out... USS... um... Monty Blank... I'm in group 1..." :: She haphazardly tosses the rest of her belongings into the bag and throws it over her shoulder. :: +Hakran+ "Are you in group 1 too, sir?" Cptn Swain: ::Blinks repeatedly:: Well... ::clears his throat:: That's definitely not herbal supplement 45-C. But... ::takes another drink:: it's not bad. Indaura Ryssan: Denobula is a way away. I could at least find one where everyone is. Rhan K'hal: I'll have medical on standby, just in case. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks, slipping back to his seat:: Thank you. William Chocox: I should also get back in touch with my parents too. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods. a she sets her case by the door.:: Rhan K'hal: Didn't you have to slug your husband before you hug him, Captain. With the whole slipping you the family diary thing. Cptn Swain: I'd almost forgotten that. Cptn Swain: Yes. Punch, then Hug. Cptn Swain: Then hot tea. Cptn Swain: Maybe a bath. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Great itinerary, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She shrugged.:: Honestly, I don't know. With luck, they'll be able to refit her. Akira classes are not quite in fashion any more, though. Rhan K'hal: :: gives the digital goose to any of the scientists that are lagging :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We'll find out for sure when we reach the Starbase. Likely, we'll all be reassigned elsewhere until the ship is repaired. ::She looked at VonDrake.:: Pity you didn't get to see more of her. VonDrake: ;;hands a PADD to William:: I created a checklist for the repair team once she gets to drydock. It's...extensive. William Chocox: ::looks at it:: That is extensive, however, it's now that station monkeys' problem, not mine. Indaura Ryssan: I brought my small back down here earlier, something I can sling over my shoulder. VonDrake: ::nods:: Yes, a pity. I've only been acquainted with the path from my quarters to here, and the occasional Jefferies tube. Cptn Swain: What about you? I expect we'll be given some leave while they get us in queue for repairs. Rhan K'hal: :: scowls as his console goes black for the fifth time that day; steps back, winds up and gives it a good kick - again :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Are the two of you all packed, then? Ready to transfer? VonDrake: ::kicks his duffel:: Aye. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Irene Mincine: :: She sees the nag on her padd. :: "I'm going, I'm going!" :: She connected a cable to her padd, which immediately shorts out. She yanks the cable out. :: "Dammit." :: She leaves her quarters with her duffel bag, and ran down to sickbay, yelling to the first person she sees across the room. :: "Hey, can I use your P-9 data plug? The one in my quarters isn't working and I need to upload my personal files before I go." Maryse Dubois: :;Nods.:: That is good. They may give us the transfer orders soon. Rhan K'hal: Depends on how much time they give us. If I have enough time to chase down my sister and pester her while she's delicately brushing dirt off things, I'll do that. Otherwise, I may see if there's a tech conference somewhere nearby. Irene Mincine: "Yer gonna blow that thing up even worse if you keep doing that." :: Said Carillon deadpan as Rhan thrashed his console. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Good. Well, I should get back up to the bridge. You'll get your orders soon enough. Just do what you can to pack up anything that isn't essential. Cptn Swain: Seems odd going on leave again so soon.. :smirks:: You know since we were only gone a few minutes. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Maryse Dubois: ::A startled nurse points to a nearby plug .:: Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles at the Captain as his console lights back up :: Felt like about 100 years though. VonDrake: ::nods:: Aye ma'am Rhan K'hal: :: Val :: It only has to last the rest of the day, Lieutenant. Cptn Swain: I don't Arden will want to do. He probably can't leave again so soon. I should call him before we leave on the Monte Blanc. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Thanks! I think I was supposed to be off the ship 20 minutes ago." :: She plugged her padd into the data port. It'd be a few minutes for it to upload given how broken the computer was. She sat it down on a table and leaned back against the scorched wall. :: "I'm never going to hear the end of it from the XO..." Rhan K'hal: At least I don't have to route it through six places this time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Giving them a nod, she headed for the turbolift and up to the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: :: notes Irene is still on board, gives her the audio of a bunch of people shouting "get on with it!" from an old movie :: Maryse Dubois: ::Coming out from the back, bag over her shoulder. Indaura wasn't far behind.:: The end of what? Hakran K'hal: :: with his bag finally packed, he sent it off with one of the last science team to head out, then makes his way to the bridge :: VonDrake: ::goes back to what he was doing, speaking to William:: Are the stories and rumors true? You know, about the temporal police? Irene Mincine: "Not being off the ship." :: She pointed at her padd, which was almost done uploading her personal files, and blasting nag messages too. :: "Scientists are the first group off and I'm in the first group of scientists." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She stepped out onto the bridge and slowly walked to the engineering console, making a few inquiries.:: William Chocox: I don't know for sure. I've heard the same though. I guess we might find out depending on who knows what. Rhan K'hal: :: clears with the Mont Blanc, and starts the offloading of about half of medical and half administrative command personnel, along with some of the quartermasters staff :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: How's things in engineering? Hakran K'hal: :: pops out onto the bridge about a minute after Miranda :: Maryse Dubois: Ah. You should head out then. Rhan doesn't like it when people put him behind schedule. ::Holds up a PADD.:: I keep copies of everything by the way. :;Smiles.:: VonDrake: ::starts instinctively going through all his interactions with people from the past, which wasn't much if any:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Dire. ::She called over her shoulder.:: It's going to take a lot to put her back together. Rhan K'hal: :: sends Irene the ""I'm late, I'm late, I'm late" bit from Alice in Wonderland now :: Cptn Swain: She'll be in good hands. The Captain of the Abanaki is an old friend. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins:: You better hurry, before he starts sending the "Off with her head" sound files. William Chocox: I'm just glad I was able to get all of our tricorders back from those miscreants. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Starfleet can put it on my tab I suppose. Irene Mincine: :: Irene yanked her PADD, which was finally done uploading, out of the connector. :: "I'm going!" :: She scoffed and let out a few choice Klingon curses. :: "Where does he even store all of them?" :: She picked up her duffel bag and left sickbay for the transporters. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'm sure, but it feels like we're abandoning her after everything she's put up with. I don't like it. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I agree. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Have you actually done a count, Chocox? )) Cptn Swain: Something doesn't feel right about it. William Chocox: ((I'd like to think so.)) Cptn Swain: ::He sighed and took another sip of tea:: But orders are orders. VonDrake: ::nods:: I think they are all accounted for. William Chocox: That'd be embarrassing if they weren't. Rhan K'hal: :: loads up a "AND STAY OUT!" to play automatically for Irene just as she transports :: Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to Indaura.:: You better go too. Medical was next on the list, but I'll be staying till Senior staff is ready to go. ::Gives Indaura a special PADD.:: This is for the Mont Blanc CMO, and their Counselor. I want them to start Irene's treatment when the time is right. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Maybe, if tricorder technology is 200 years more advanced, than what we're used to, we'll know why. Cptn Swain: I told the Admiral that we'd be the most qualified to do the pre-work in transit, but Command wanted to get us back to base quicker to debrief. I am sure I will have several appointments with the Temporal Security department. Irene Mincine: :: Irene materialized on the Mont Blanc, hopping mad on the other side at the aural assault she has just experienced. :: Cptn Swain: Which reminds me. Everyone will need to file reports on our little jaunt. Indaura Ryssan: :: Following Dubois :: Rhan K'hal: Mine's already on file, I just have to hit send. William Chocox: ::shudders:: I don't want to think about it. Cptn Swain: That should give them something to do on the way home. Rhan K'hal: I'm sure the Mont Blanc's bartender will appreciate not having the whole Excalibur crew to serve all day until we get to Tango. Irene Mincine: Val> "Not like there's much flying to do right now." :: She starts typing away on her padd. :: "They've already got the flight deck locked down, too." Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles at Indaura.:: Make sure they take care of her. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'll make sure to get word to the crew on the importance of those reports -- and how they need to be extremely accurate. Indaura Ryssan: I'll get it to them Doctor. VonDrake: ::looks around:: Well, everything is pretty much done for now down here Indaura Ryssan: I'll check in when i can. Rhan K'hal: I'll be sure to yell "look out!" if we're about to run over something at 2 mm per second. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: See you soon enough. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: Please do. If temporal thinks we're trying to hide something, they'll drag the inquest out even longer. Hakran K'hal: :: sits rather forlornly at the powered off science 1, following the conversation(s) only with his ears :: Maryse Dubois: ::Parts ways and heads up to the bridge.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to head to the Mont Blanc :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Engineering receives their orders to transfer to the Mont Blanc and report to their newly assigned quarters. Rhan K'hal: Thankfully the bridge log hasn't been able to capture audio since the original explosion, so they won't be able to jump down our throats over a misquote. Irene Mincine: Val> "Gotcha." :: Not looking up from the padd. :: "Shame they didn't shell out for the fake eye that lets me watch the console and my padd at the same time." William Chocox: ::looks at the orders:: Come on Ensign ::grabs his bags with a slight grunt of pain:: Maryse Dubois: ::Enters the bridge, setting her bag near the lift.:: VonDrake: ::hears the summons, reaches under the console for his duffel:: You still haven't been to medical for that finger? William Chocox: I've been too busy. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the offloading process, and sees no screaming from the Mont Blanc :: William Chocox: Not like it's life threatening. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances up and gives Maryse a nod.:: Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over and smiles at Maryse :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Everything alright in your department? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I just realized how terrifying a Caitian smile might be. )) VonDrake: ::nods:: Fair enough. ::starts moving for the door:: It'll set funny if you don't do anything soon. My uncle did the same thing and his middle finger on his left hand is about 10 degrees off at the second knuckle. Cptn Swain: (( Khajit has pearly whites )) Rhan K'hal: (( it's the grin that'd probably have the hair on the back of your neck standing up )) William Chocox: I'll get it looked at on the Monte Blanc. VonDrake: ::enters the TL and waits in front of the door for William:: William Chocox: ::steps through:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles and nods.:: Everyone has packed up and moving out. Hakran K'hal: :: gets a blip on his padd, clears throat just to get it out :: All of science, sans myself, is confirmed aboard the Mont Blanc. VonDrake: ::steps in himself and the TL starts moving:: Cptn Swain: You know when I first got this command four years ago. ::He paused:: Has it been that long? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Seems longer. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Half joking.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Rhan.:: Nice touch with the voice messages by the way. You finally got Mincine moving. Cptn Swain: ::He smirked:: It does, doesn't it. Rhan K'hal: :: now does the grin :: I thought she might need them, and I didn't want Hak to have to move her along. Indaura Ryssan: :: Now over on the Mont Blanc :: Cptn Swain: I just never imagined that I'd feel this way about leaving the old lady behind. ::He finished his tea:: Hopefully it's not for long. Rhan K'hal: I've got a few special ones saved up for some of the flight crew. They don't want to leave their babies. VonDrake: ::steps off:: It'll be nice to have a functioning replicator. I could use some decent coffee. Irene Mincine: :: Somewhere on the Mont Blanc, a belated sound notification arrives on Irene's padd. She screams in her guest quarters. :: Irene Mincine: Val> "Permission to destroy the ops officer's padd, sir?" :: She looks expectantly to whoever's in charge on the bridge. Cptn Swain: Not till everyone's off loaded VonDrake: ::makes it to the Mont Blanc, whether it's by transport or dock, or whatever:: Maryse Dubois: It won't do any good. Everyone knows he has backups Cptn Swain: Then I expect to see that thing floating in space. I want everyone to take easy while we're in transit. Rhan K'hal: Oh don't worry, once they're over there, they're not my responsibility. Rhan K'hal: I'm just making sure they GET over there. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced to Miranda, leaving unsaid that went for her too.:: Cptn Swain: (( Three Minute Warning )) Irene Mincine: Val> :: Grins. :: "Understood." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Maybe we can schedule some holodeck time. Been a while since we had a working one of those. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Her return look said 'not likely'. There were miles of reports to file.:: VonDrake: ::looks at his PADD to know where he is going, small scowl:: I'm bunking with an Ensign O'Malley. Rhan K'hal: I pity the Mont Blanc's ops, trying to run the schedule on their holodecks. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Mont Blanc's sickbay :: VonDrake: ::heads over towards the TL on the Mont Blank:: I wonder if he has a good replicator recipe for coffee. Something Jamaican, no, Puerto Rican... Maryse Dubois: I do have that hot springs program saved. You know, the one from our last botched mission. :;grins.:: Rhan K'hal: And their rec room, and their lounges... at least we got picked up by one of the cruise ships. William Chocox: The best recipe at all is to have real beans. Irene Mincine: Val> "We'd better, you know, make sure all our fighters still work after we offload them..." :: Looking wistfully at the ceiling. :: William Chocox: Or leaves if you drink tea like me. VonDrake: ::nods:: For sure. I'm not big on tea, which his odd for someone from the Falklands like me. Rhan K'hal: :: checks his board :: A few more offloads to go. William Chocox: The Falklands huh? Is it still desolate and windswept? Cptn Swain: How is the .. ::he paused:: evacuation going? Rhan K'hal: :: whispers to Maryse, after that display of mind-reading :: I'm not even showing off, I promise. VonDrake: ::shrugs:: Windswept, yes. Desolate, no, not for the penguins at least. William Chocox: I see. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Very well. I am going to go finish packing. Let me know when everyone's off except senior staff. I think I have a bottle of prosecco we can split before we leave. Rhan K'hal: Aye. Cptn Swain: ...and... Indaura Ryssan: :: Gives the doctors there the padd from Dubois :: Rhan K'hal: If he's got a bottle left if must be in a hidden compartment under the couch. Irene Mincine: :: Irene feels a cold shudder as someone, somewhere, plans on drinking fancy liquor without her. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I sold that one. VonDrake: <<It's probably in a box Irene, you're aren't missing much>> Rhan K'hal: Ah, too bad. Cptn Swain: ((Its actually little individual bottles, and they're served in a bucket. a bucket of bubbles. )) Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. SD 0915.2019 Though we managed to return to our own time period, the Excalibur has seen some better days. Several days have passed, and repairs continue, albeit slowly. Our Romulan, Tamaran and Kaedwani visitors, who we had taken aboard just before we were sent back through time, have recently departed to their own homeworlds. Several Tamarian ships are assisting. A Starfleet tug, the USS Abanaki is en route, while the Nebula-class USS Mont Blanc has arrived as well to begin evacuating Excalibur's crew. The crew has been instructed to begin gathering their things as it may be some time before the Excalibur arrives via tug at Starbase 39 Tango.
  10. MISSION BRIEF: During a trial of science's idea to return us to our correct time, a malfunction forced Excalibur to enter the temporal fissure without proper testing. As the curtain goes up, our heroes have just emerged from the fissure, but when? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: We appear to have emerged from the temporal fissure. Attempting to ascertain... anything. VonDrake: ::picking himself up off the floor, trying to gain some bearings on both himself and the ship:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Not liking these temporal travels :: Cptn Swain: ::His hair was a mess:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene has completely disappeared now that they've exited the fissure. Blue Irene stumbled backwards away from where Red used to be, a look of horror on her face. :: Rhan K'hal: Damage reports coming in from pretty well everywhere. Ship communications seem to be in order. Hakran K'hal: :: first checks to see if the planet is still there, and if so, what kind of shape its in :: William Chocox: ::drags himself upright with his console:: What's our status? ::tries his console:: Cptn Swain: Status report. VonDrake: ::taps buttons, looks over to try and find William:: Damage reports coming in. Still trying to figure things out. It doesn't seem catastrophic though. Rhan K'hal: We're in one piece, but barely. I have no subspace communications at all. VonDrake: ::taps buttons:: But it is bad. Maryse Dubois: :;Pulling herself off the floor.:: Everyone alright? Cptn Swain: Lets figure out where ... and when we are. William Chocox: ::waves at Ensign Von Drake:: I'm over here, and we'll see how bad it really is. I've seen this girl in some really rough spots. Hakran K'hal: Sensors are intermittent, it's taking me a bit. Cptn Swain: Can we get a visual on the planet? VonDrake: ::taps more buttons, looks up to see William:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our warp field has collapsed. No telling if our engines are still functional. ::She shot engineering a message to request a status report on all systems.:: VonDrake: ::taps more buttons:: Engines are non-functional, still trying to get a fix on the issue. No warp.. Irene Mincine: "I'm all right... she's, she's gone..." :: Irene climbs to her feet. She's got a cut on her forehead from banging it on some equipment in her makeshift lab, but everything else about her looks fine. :: Rhan K'hal: Not normally, but... :: hops down from mission ops, sets his PADD-XL down in the center of the room and activates a holographic projection with information piped from the visual EM band :: William Chocox: ::sees Hawthorne's message and types out a reply:: We're trying to get our bearings down here, just heard from Ensign Von Drake that engines are not working. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon's fast asleep strapped to a biobed, as well. She's not waking up any time soon, from Maryse's ministrations earlier. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checks the cut.:: Thank goodness that isn't deep. :;Runs a dermal regenerator over it.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The planet appears to no longer be a temporal cesspool and in fact appears to be a bustling little colony world. Two Tamaran galleons are approaching. Hakran K'hal: Mass is consistent with the planet, as are radio and infrared readings. Our advanced sensors are down, so I can't get any chronimetric readings. VonDrake: ::tappity tap tap:: Structural Integrity, seems fine. But we'll probably want to run some deeper tests, temporal distortions can cause microfractures. Rhan K'hal: :: looks over his hologram :: That's reassuring, though I suppose I'd better find a way to get communications active. William Chocox: Yeah...that'll be the first thing I do once we know that the sensors work. Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console, logs back in with the yacht computer, again. Irene Mincine: :: The cut closes up just as quickly. :: "She disappeared, right in front of me. How could she just disappear?" :: She was preoccupied with Red's disappearance, certainly. :: VonDrake: ::stops tapping and rotates his shoulder a little bit, having landed on it:: Rhan K'hal: Interfacing with the Llamrei. I have subspace communications back. Cptn Swain: ACTION> They're hailing. Rhan K'hal: What a surprise, they're hailing. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Our engines are down. ::She said quietly to Swain.:: Hakran K'hal: :: uses Rhan's link with the yacht to see if he can get the chronometer sync from the nearest communications buoy, since he's pretty well blind otherwise :: Cptn Swain: Put them through, audio only. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Shields are at twenty percent. No word yet on our weapons. Rhan K'hal: Audio only, aye. : beep :: Channel open. Cptn Swain: Tamaran> This is Captain Ruk of the Tamaran Empire to unidentified Federation vessel. Identify yourself. VonDrake: ::starts back working on the engines:: The fusion reactor is not online, something to do with the magnetic coil it looks like. Maryse Dubois: I don't pretend to know temporal physics. But maybe she was pulled back to her existence. Rhan K'hal: :: makes sure he remembered to change the direct transponder sub-signal to read as coming from the Excal and not the Llamrei, doesn't want us seem like a beat to pulp liar :: William Chocox: ::looks at his console:: Yeah, that'll do it. We may have to replace it. VonDrake: ::looks at William:: Looks like it... Orders sir? Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ This is Captain Asher Swain of the USS Excalibur. Sorry to just drop in on your like this Captain Ruk, and this may sound a bit strange but what is the date? Irene Mincine: :: Irene calms down a bit, but is still agitated. :: "And I'm a biologist, not a temporal physicist. I guess... yeah. She must have gone back to where she came from." William Chocox: We're not going anywhere without a functioning engine. Magnetic Coil it is. ::goes to find his toolkit in the mess that is Engineering:: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Come on. Back on your feet. ::Helps her up.:: Rhan K'hal: :: imagines he hears a tension sting in the background audio, shakes head and promises self a nap at first opportunity :: VonDrake: :::nods, tapping in an update to OPS about the magnetic coil:: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels to center for the wait for that stardate :: Rhan K'hal: :: receives the update, forwards to the XO :: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excal+ ::after a moment:: July 23, 2388 by the Federation stardates. We detected a temporal anomaly just before you appeared. Indaura Ryssan: :: Checks herself out :: Cptn Swain: The longest July 23rd on record. Rhan K'hal: :: lets out a long sigh :: Hakran K'hal: :: expels air in time with his brother :: Irene Mincine: :: She gets back to her feet with Maryse's help. She leans on her desk, checking all the monitoring stations she has set up. Frustrated and angry, she puts her fist through a paper-thin metal locker door. :: "Equipment's all down. No power. And no comms in this room, either." Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to where Irene and Maryse are :: Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That may be the best news I've heard in a while. It's... along story, but if you would be so kind as to connect us to Starfleet Command. You may also need to dispatch a vessel to some coordinates along your border. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sagged a little in relief and then rose, moving to the engineering console. She frowned at the incoming reports.:: VonDrake: ::sees William, go for a tool kit, grabs a random redshirt to go grab the replacement coil:: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ Of course, Captain. Do you require assistance? Hakran K'hal: :: gets enough faint connections from the nearest Federation comm array to confirm the date, gives a thumbs up in Swain's direction before returning to his mostly useless console :: Cptn Swain: +Ruk+ That would be of great use. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::While she was tapping, she sent along the good news to the other department heads. They'd returned to their own time.:: Cptn Swain: Ruk> +Excalibur+ We'll begin dispatching aid teams. My comms officer will work with yours to uplink to Starfleet. Maryse Dubois: Hey! I don't have infinite medical supplies, you know. I'm sure a lot of things are down at the moment. William Chocox: ::starts walking towards where the magnetic coil is:: This is going to be...harder than it should be honestly. VonDrake: ::nods:: Yeah, they never put these things in the easiest place to get at. William Chocox: If I'm ever at a desk job designing ships that'll be one of the first things I implement. Rhan K'hal: <q> Oh this will be fun. Routing a signal from Starfleet through a Tamaran vessel, through the Captain's Yacht into the starship systems. It'll be a miracle if some part doesn't just give up the ghost. VonDrake: I'm sure the R&D Maintainability department will love you, sir. Irene Mincine: "Sorry." :: She shakes out her hand, which is thankfully fine. :: "If she disappeared, does that mean we're back where we came from, too? This junk's not going to tell me anything." Rhan K'hal: :: looks to see what he can do to avoid that :: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda, with a wry grin:: William Chocox: Doubtful Ensign. I blow things up too much...allegedly. Hakran K'hal: :: quietly steps into the lift, orders it down to sickbay :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Catches Swain's look, and doesn't immediately scowl. Best he could hope for in that situation, of course. They may have been back, but their ship was in shambles.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::And she took that personally.:: Cptn Swain: Start spreading the word we're back in our own time and that the Tamarians will be over to help. Hakran K'hal: :: exits on deck 11 with a group of the scraped and dinged coming in to get looked at :: Cptn Swain: Rhan once you have the uplink, put it through to my ready room. Hakran K'hal: :: enters sickbay and makes his way directly to Irene Central :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Captain. And sir... :: a beat :: Talk fast. Hakran K'hal: :: sticks his head in, see's only one Blue Irene :: I suppose that was to be expected. Maryse Dubois: ::Turns as Hakran enters.:: Did we make it back? Rhan K'hal: :: gets on the horn with the Tamaran comm officer to make sure they can do this securely, among other considerations :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Miranda, take charge of the damage assessment. Hakran K'hal: Yes. We're approximately 242 seconds from when we left. Irene Mincine: :: The sole remaining Irene looks down at the floor. :: "She... disappeared once we entered the fissure, sir. I couldn't do anything." Irene Mincine: "We're home?" :: She perked up hearing that from Hak, with much relief on her face. :: Hakran K'hal: Well, we're above the planet that we did manage to de-FUBAR, so we're a long way from Federation space, but we're when we're supposed to be. VonDrake: ::starts mapping out the process of replacing a fusion reactor magnetic coil:: I'll cut power the engines. Rhan K'hal: :: first attempt gets blocked as an attempt at hacking, swears :: William Chocox: Thank you. VonDrake: ::nods, moving over to the proper console and taps more buttons:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Working on it. ::She sighed as she received another handful of reports.:: Outlook not good. This is going to take months to repair. Indaura Ryssan: We are back...but is everything the same or are we in a similar timeline? Rhan K'hal: Okay, let's shed a layer. :: hurries up to grab his padd, then hands it to Swain :: Guess you can get comfy on the couch, sir. We'll try again in a minute. Cptn Swain: ::He nodded soberly:: I'll be in my Ready Room. VonDrake: ::runs a test to ensure all power flow is cut to the impulse engines reactor:: Rhan K'hal: :: returns to his console and kicks the Excalibur system from the equation, using his already strong and secure connection with the Llamrei and his padd :: Irene Mincine: "And the planet's back? I... I didn't commit xenocide on an entire planet?" :: She looked so relieved. :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ This is Doctor Ryssan. Is everyone up there alright? Hakran K'hal: We have crap left for sensors, no subspace. The planet is there, and we're in communication with the Tamarans that came from the planet. Though whether we're slightly shifted in some universe where someone's pet is named Butch instead of Fido, I can't say. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She quirked a brow at Indaura's comm and glanced up, scanning the bridge crew. No one had been complaining.:: VonDrake: ::looks to William:: We're good to go, sir. All power has been cut off to the impulse reactor Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ As well as can be expected, Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: engages the second attempt at a signal to Starfleet, which thankfully goes through and trills on the padd he gave to Swain :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Hathorne to Engineering. Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it' Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Perhaps it's just me then. Ryzzan out William Chocox: ::as he walks up to the magnetic coil he looks at his left hand where one of his fingers is not going in the wrong direction per se, but it isn't right at the moment:: Huh, ow... ::quickly wraps it with some engineering tape before getting ready to replace the coil:: +Hawthorne+ Chocox here. Cptn Swain: ::Begins filling in Tango 39 on their status:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Do you have any readings on our hull integrity? I need a damage assessment on all systems. Send me whatever you have. Rhan K'hal: :: thanks his counterpart on the Tamaran vessel and sits back to monitor the signal, but not the conversation :: Rhan K'hal: :: turns ears sideways at Indaura's comm :: How odd. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Sure thing, I'll have Ensign Von Drake send it up. I'm about to replace a magnetic coil. ::Von Drake:: Ensign! Commander Hawthorne needs the closest thing to a damage assessment on all systems that we have! Irene Mincine: :: Irene nodded, :: "Guess that would explain why all this monitoring equipment is out." :: She takes a seat on the swivel chair, starting to click it off even if it was already powered down. :: "I'm so ready to get off this ship for a while." William Chocox: ::starts getting to work on the coil:: Hakran K'hal: Stop blaming yourself, Irene. If anything, you're a lucky survivor of my having to make a cold-blooded decision as the department chief. I'm sure Dr. Dubois probably has statistics for how many times you almost died since I first started milking you for your temporal DNA. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: If it helps any, you can at least get back to your own quarters. No need to be cooped up in sickbay anymore. Hakran K'hal: Which reminds me, there will be Tamarans coming over, so if you need any assistance or supplies. Again. Let Rhan know. VonDrake: ::starts the damage assessment work up...Impulse engines down due to a damaged magnetic coil...Warp core offline...Internal sensors at 60%...Weapons fine...Structural Integrity fine, however the temporal travel could have caused microfractures that the internal sensors won't be able to pick up in their current state:: William Chocox: +Sickbay+ Hey...so...nothing urgent, but my pinky was pointed in a direction that's not typically normal, felt you should know for when you have time for me. Again, nothing urgent. I have it under control for the short term. Irene Mincine: "I understand, sir. It's harder than it sounds to get over... well, everything that's happened to the ship, to me." :: Irene sighed. :: "We'll be at a starbase, I can look at some wide open spaces, finally get this fixed..." :: She put a hand over the kidney that Maryse had to remove weeks ago. :: VonDrake: ::long range comms intermittent...overall power level at 64% with multiple power relay failures:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: In the meanwhile, the whole department can finally get some sleep, since we can't do much in the ship's current state. No sensors, not enough power, not enough processing time available. Irene Mincine: :: Nod. :: "As long as there's no more temporal anomalies out here..." Hakran K'hal: We're in no condition to investigate, or even crawl toward one. Irene Mincine: "More of getting sucked back into one, I meant." Hakran K'hal: I'm sure the Tamarans would be a little less helpful if we were towing one with us. Now shoo, the warden has freed you from your bondage. Hakran K'hal: And if you need to talk to me, to anyone, just... well right now walk to their location. Later you can just call. Hopefully. Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: All is fine on the bridge. Irene Mincine: "Hopefully nobody raided my liquor stash..." :: Irene said as she wandered out of the lab room and toward the sickbay exit. :: Hakran K'hal: :: waits for Irene to disappear :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Good. If the danger has passed, I want to get some of the staff onto sleep shifts. Cptn Swain: << and >> Irene Mincine: :: Irene wandered out of the room and toward the crew quarters. No disappearing! :: Indaura Ryssan: Right.. it will take days to get everyone on the same page. William Chocox: ::gets the panel off and grabs the magnetic coil and pulls:: Hakran K'hal: :: Maryse :: You'll see that she gets the help she needs, other than the kidney, Doctor? Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I already have a mental note to schedule counseling. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. 09/01/19 - No Sim (Labor Day) SD 0908.2019 During a trial of science's idea to return us to our correct time, a malfunction forced Excalibur to enter the temporal fissure without proper testing. As the curtain goes up, our heroes have just emerged from the fissure, but when?
  12. MISSION BRIEF: Several hours have passed and the crew has been working hard to ready the ship for testing Science's theory that an inverse tachyon beam could generate enough power to effectively punch a hole through space and time to get Excalibur back to it's original era. With the Enterprise's deflector dish modified, we are ready to begin testing (with probes) to discover and fine tune the exact beam modulations and variances needed for such a risky maneuver. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very good. Also, everyone give VonDrake a another welcome. He's going to be joining Will in Engineering. Maryse Dubois: hiya William Chocox: Whoo! Rhan K'hal: Yay, someone to keep Will company in his constant attempts to fix the ship and/or blow up the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Ryan Von Drake William Chocox: Few things to keep in mind. That was one time that I nearly blew up the ship, and don't pay attention to whatever device I hide whenever Commander Hawthorne or Captain Swain enter Engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::thwaps Will:: Don't pick up any bad habits, Ryan. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Because I'm always watching. VonDrake: I'll try not to... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's get started. VonDrake: Emphasis on try. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: having spent the last few hours making sure the science consoles are as good as they can get, has moved himself to his home console at mission ops :: William Chocox: ::is in engineering waiting for the start signal:: Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, shuffling between Irene and our poor misguided helmsman.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was on the bridge in the BIG CHAIR to oversee the testing of the probes while Swain finished his paperwork, though she kept throwing glances at the ship status readings.:: Hakran K'hal: :: on the bridge at Sci 1, grateful for his brother's efforts, dials in the screens he'll need for the test :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::To the Ops Kitty:: Mr. K'hal, please contact the Enterprise and inform that we are ready to launch the probes as soon as their deflectors are online. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is helping out as much as she can with the testing from a makeshift workstation in sick bay. Carillon, meanwhile, is quite unhappy at having been locked in sick bay waiting for the drugs to clear her system. :: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: I can't stand the waiting... :: cleaning some supplies :: Maryse Dubois: ::Looking to Carillon.:: Relax. It won't be long now and your body will crash on its own. Then it will be off to lala land. Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ Excalibur to Enterprise. We are ready on our end, awaiting your go signal. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineers> ::Have all vacated the Excalibur in preparation for the testing in case something goes awry.:: Hakran K'hal: Kenet & Semek> :: sharing Sci 2, the former to help with the whole temporal mechanics stuff and Semek to monitor the planet :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise OPS> +Excalibur+ Deflectors online and powered up. Ready for probe launch. Irene Mincine: Irene> "Monitoring station beta is up and running, bridge." :: She called out to Rhan. :: Rhan K'hal: We're good to go, Commander. Irene Mincine: Val> "That's what you said four hours ago." :: Valerie was stewing. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Very well. Inform Engineering to activate probes and then launch. Rhan K'hal: +Irene+ Acknowledged, Beta. Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: William Chocox: ::looks around:: Well, we're certainly less crowded. Hey you! ::points at Ensign Von Drake:: What's your name? I'm afraid I've forgotten it if we've been introduced. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Activate probes and launch at your discretion. VonDrake: ::in Engineering, like he's been here the whole time:: Ensign Ryan Von Drake sir... William Chocox: +Bridge+ Understood Bridge. ::turns to Von Drake:: Thank you Ensign, if you would be so kind as to push the button that launches the probe when I tell you? Indaura Ryssan: So Doctor, do you think it will work this time? Maryse Dubois: ::Scans:: You're doing well. Most of the caffeine has been processed. ::Leaves her alone for a few minutes, then returns with a warm cup of tea.:: Here. Hakran K'hal: :: knowing Issaha is down in the lab doing his own monitoring, with a direct connection to Enterprise to adjust the inverse tachyon beam's settings, is content to monitor and fine tune via the probes :: VonDrake: ::nods:: Will do. Maryse Dubois: ::Looks to Indaura.:: It should. Or at least I would hope so. Rhan K'hal: :: takes the liberty of activating yellow alert, because Excalibur :: William Chocox: Alright, on my go. ::starts activating the probes:: +K'hal+ Launching in three...two...one...go. Irene Mincine: :: Val looks at the thermos of tea sideways. :: Val> "Wait a sec. Isn't tea... full of caffeine?" VonDrake: ::hits the button and receives acknowledgement from the system that the probes have been launched:: Rhan K'hal: Probes are away. :: beep boop boop beep :: Data communications with Excalibur are nominal, control relinquished to science. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is hyper-focused on the console bank. :: Irene> "Secondary connection established. Monitoring for temporal abnormalities." Hakran K'hal: Controls active, confirmed. VonDrake: ::looks to Will:: Probes are away sir, everything nominal, control handed over to science. Maryse Dubois: This is herbal. Chamomile to be specific.. Hakran K'hal: Sending Probe Alpha into position. William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. ::waits for the next probe to be needed:: Hakran K'hal: Kenet> Encountering temporal instability. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Enterprise activates it's deflector array, which begins to generate the energy needed to gather the necessary particles and spit them out in a somewhat elegant arrangement that may or may not explode the universe. A beam pierces the orbit of the ruined planet and space/time begins to fluctuate. Hakran K'hal: Kenet> Experience a LOT of temporal instability. Irene Mincine: Val> "Oh. Haven't had that since I was a kid. That's the one that's... uh, well, the opposite of caffeine." :: Her expression softens. She grips the cup in her mechanical hand and takes a long sip. :: Hakran K'hal: Adjusting probe position to match simulated run 1. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda leaned forward in her chair, one arm on the rest, staring at the main viewer.:: Make sure to keep us well out of temporal wake. I don't want another repeat of what happened before. Irene Mincine: :: Irene frowns... :: Irene> "Energy readings are off the scale. If we were the probe, we'd be cooked already." William Chocox: What's the first thing you're going to do once we get back to our own time Ensign? Rhan K'hal: :: assumes d'A is still driving, isn't worried :: Cptn Swain: <<Collective ACTION, time: Please think carefully. If the crew is willing to give up their stashes of peril cards, it would assure a favorable outcome. If not, *rattles dice* >> Cptn Swain: << DM me with your choice >> Hakran K'hal: (( favorable outcome for the probe or the ship? :: wants the fine print :: )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((Wait, I take mine back depending on the answer to that question.)) Cptn Swain: (( The ship, and crew )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The first probe enters the anomaly and immediately explodes, but Excalibur does get back tons of readings that should give them enough data to make adjustments. Hakran K'hal: Alpha is destroyed. Reviewing data. VonDrake: ::thinks about it:: Well, the new grips for my wind and fire rings haven't been delievered yet, I'm hoping I can get a status on those when we get back. ::shrugs:: Maryse Dubois: Feeling a little better now? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted.:: Send the adjustments to engineering and modify the beam as you see fit. Launch another probe when ready. William Chocox: Wind and fire rings? Hakran K'hal: :: puts heads together with Kenet, Semek, Issaha by remote, rattle off a bunch of scibabble at each other :: Irene Mincine: Irene> "We got back a lot of info, bridge. It's gonna take a while for the computer to sift through it but I think we might have what we need." :: She sends up some very relevant temporal data to the bridge that helps along the technobabble convention. :: Rhan K'hal: Enterprise is letting their deflector dish cool off a bit anyway. Irene Mincine: :: Val swirls the tea around in the thermos. :: "Yeah. Takes the edge off, at least. It doesn't taste like replicated tea, either." VonDrake: ::nods:: They are my taijijian tools. I haven't had new grips in a while. They were supposed to be delivered before I departed to Excalibur, but they didn't make it. Hakran K'hal: :: lots of pointing, nearly unintelligible words, and brow raising/ear acrobatics :: William Chocox: Ah, I see. Well hopefully they're in by the time we're back. ::starts making adjustments:: VonDrake: How about you sir? What do you plan on doing? Hakran K'hal: :: finally, a group nodding of heads :: Hakran K'hal: +Engineering+ Science to Engineering, sending updated specifications. :: boopity-boop-ding :: Maryse Dubois: Cause it's not. :;Smiles.:: So you have a choice to make now. You can stay in this bed here, or you can go to one of the back rooms, which may have more comfortable beds. Plus you won't have to worry about traffic. William Chocox: +Science+ On it sir. Indaura Ryssan: We better not come up mutated from another time jump Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( If you say it out loud, it is bound to happen. )) Hakran K'hal: :: allows Issaha to chatter with Enterprise's engineering about the necessary adjustments to the modulation of the inverse tachyon beam, runs a quick and dirty simulation through the Excal's maimed computer :: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins at Indaura.:: I don't think that can happen. Irene Mincine: :: Valerie considers it for a moment. :: Val> "We're about to try a really, really bad idea, right? You think I wanna be anywhere else than next to the CMO?" Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Well it's your choice. a bed is a bed I suppose. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the results :: Good enough for a probe. Rhan, we're good to go when Engineering and Enterprise are. Rhan K'hal: On it. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering, Science confirms they are ready when you are. Enterprise is ready to reactivate the beam as well. Launch when ready. VonDrake: ::looks at William for the go ahead:: William Chocox: +K'hal+ Acknowledged...on my go ::to Von Drake:: Three...two...one...launch Irene Mincine: :: Val nods, her eyelids finally drooping. :: Val> "Yeah, sounds good to me..." :: After Val finally falls asleep, Red Irene places a call to sick bay. :: Red> "I have a really weird feeling right now. I want to meet her. I feel like this is my last chance. The computer says she's still there, right?" Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ Sci 1 to Monitor-Beta. On our next run, watch carefully for :: yadda advanced science blah blah blah ::. VonDrake: ::hits the button again:: Away sir.. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene beep boops on her console. :: "Gotcha, bridge. I won't miss it. How's things up there?" Rhan K'hal: Probe Beta is away. Data transmission confirmed. Control transfer to science... active. Maryse Dubois: +Red+ The other crew has left, so I don't see why not. Hakran K'hal: +Irene+ All is well in order. On the outside. Hakran K'hal: Moving Beta into position. Rhan K'hal: :: signals Enterprise for beam fire #2 :: VonDrake: ::taps some more buttons:: Control transfer to science. All systems nominal. Irene Mincine: Red> "Thank you." :: A few minutes later, Red Irene entered sick bay and went straight for Maryse. :: Red> "Um... where is she?" Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: She's in there. ::points.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Messing with temporal anomalies is risky business, you know. As the Enterprise's second beam fire erupts in a brilliant cascade of CGI glory, the temporal fissure begins expanding much more rapidly than before, extending out and beginning to pull Excalibur, and Enterprise in towards it. Weeeeeee! Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees an indicator :: It's starting. Hakran K'hal: Whoa! Back them off, back them off! Irene Mincine: Blue> "Adjust your field harmonic, bridge. That should provide a better re-- wait, hold on, the anomaly's expanding... it's sucking us in!" :: She's yelling in a side room. Red Irene stands outside. :: Red> "I... I don't think I should be bothering her." Maryse Dubois: So it seems. Make sure patients are secure. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Red Irene begins to not feel so good Mister Stark. Cptn Swain: ::Comes onto the bridge:: Report! Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ E-C, back off, back off, back off! Hakran K'hal: The fissure has expanded Captain. We're getting pulled in, but so is the Enterprise. Cptn Swain: ACTION> E-C reports they're having trouble shutting down the beam and are being pulled in as well. Cptn Swain: ::Glances to Miranda:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood and gripped the railing.:: Why haven't they deactivated the beam? Rhan K'hal: Dammit, they can't disengage. Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene crashes against the wall with a thud, which gets Blue Irene's attention. She stops dead at her monitoring station, staring at Red through the perspex panel. :: Blue> "Maryse! Do something for her!" William Chocox: ::is getting a bunch of shenanigan alarms:: +K'hal+ I'm getting alarms all up in here. What's going on? VonDrake: ::to Will:: Doesn't look like the Enterprise can disengage. Maryse Dubois: ::Rushes in, scanning.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: :: ponders :: Point the tractor beam at their dish and activate, wide field dispersion. Cptn Swain: We should still be able to close the fissure with a static warp shell. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to the open engineering console.:: +Engineering+ I need extra power to the engines! Hakran K'hal: We can't generate it fast enough to close it before they join us, Captain. We need them out of range. Now. Cptn Swain: I know we were holding off on that test but I don't think we have any choice. ::Considers:: That might just make it worse K'hal, but give it a shot. Irene Mincine: :: Red is in some kind of temporal flux. Blue is not taking it well, as expected when you think you're watching yourself die in front of you. She's frantic. :: Blue> "I don't know! I don't know! I... she..." :: Red> "I'm... glad I at least got to see you..." VonDrake: ::slides over a console and starts tapping buttons:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ We'll give you what we can! ::turns to Von Drake:: You heard her! VonDrake: ::to Will:: We can increase engine power by 20 VonDrake: % VonDrake: ::starts tapping more buttons:: Transferring power from non-essentials to engines Rhan K'hal: Let's see how good my touch is. :: calibrates the tractor, aims it very carefully :: Engaging tractor. :: bleepybleepybleepy :: Maryse Dubois: ::Ponders.:: Help me get her into the other room. The bubble we used on you should help her too, Rhan K'hal: Tractor engaged. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to help Dubois :: Hakran K'hal: :: watches, with his mind going warp 9 trying to come up with other alternatives to save the Enterprise if this one doesn't work :: VonDrake: ::looks up at Will:: Done sir. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The tractor does push enterprise away a bit, but it also pushes us in further. Ride is getting rougher. VonDrake: ::bracing himself on the edges of the console he is at to maintain balance:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mr. K'hal, you've got all the power we can spare on the engines. Is it enough to pull us out? Irene Mincine: :: Blue tries to get it together enough to help, but her hands pass right through Red like she's not even there. Blue takes a step back, horrified. :: Red> "Tell Issaha... tell him I love him... in any dimension..." William Chocox: Thank you Ensign. +Hawthorne+ We're giving you everything we've got! Hakran K'hal: :: furiously taps away at his console :: Captain... :: shakes head :: it's now or never, no time to dip our toes in the water. Suggest activating warp bubble sequence immediately. Indaura Ryssan: :: Watches :: Maryse Dubois: ::Also seems to not be able to physically touch Red. In a snap decision, she grabs a tricorder and scans.:: Cptn Swain: Miranda, create the warp shell. We're going to have to chance it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She sent a ship-wide warning for everyone to hold on to their collective butts and then engaged the warp engines, gritting her teeth as the ship began to shudder.:: Cptn Swain: ::Takes the command seat:: Signal Enterprise of our intentions. +All+ This is the Captain, due to a testing accident, we're going to have to chance the transition now. All hands brace for impact and god speed. VonDrake: ::glances over at some statuses:: All systems within limits so far. Engines aren't doing the job though. Maryse Dubois: ::Grabs Blue and Indaura, pulling them to the floor.:: Rhan K'hal: +Enterprise+ Excalibur to Enterprise. So long and thanks for all the tachyons! Rhan K'hal: Transferring ship attitude control to science. Cptn Swain: ACTION> In a further display of CGI, the Excalibur opens a warp shell around itself as its engulfed in the temporal fissure. VonDrake: ::eyebrows raise as he looks at Will:: Irene Mincine: :: Red's scans are fading slowly from existence the shakier the ride gets. :: Blue> "I... M-Maryse..." :: Blue has totally broken down, this being a whole lot more personal for her than anything else... she's dragged to the floor, which doesn't help much, either! :: Indaura Ryssan: Great.. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM AWARDS: Cptn Swain: As i mentioned at the end of last week, we traditionally do awards on my birthday week, which is tonight. William Chocox: Happy birthday! Maryse Dubois: Happy Birthday! Irene Mincine: happy birthday Cptn Swain: Thank you. I want to also thank everyone for your continued support and participation on Excalibur. And if you don't get a "specific" award, know that I still value your contributions to our game. Rhan K'hal: :: calls for the giant cake, and more importantly, the scantily clad yeoman inside it :: Cptn Swain: So, first up... Irene Mincine: the Best Irene award goes to Cptn Swain: The Crispin Xavier Stamina Award will be delayed as we tabulate attendance. Cptn Swain: So everyone gets a piece of cake, for now. Maryse Dubois: woo VonDrake: ::nudges the captain:: My attendance is 100% sir. ::wink:: William Chocox: ::eats:: Cptn Swain: Haha Von Drake Rhan K'hal: This one has a smart mouth. I like. Maryse Dubois: Fits right in Cptn Swain: Captain's Quill and PADD award for outstanding contribution to Excalibur through a log or series of logs goes to ... William Chocox: ::looks at the fine print:: Says here you must meet a minimum of 10 appearances. Cptn Swain: Drum roll please William Chocox: ((Do we have enough logs?)) William Chocox: ::ra pum pum pum:: Irene Mincine: they're floating down a river Cptn Swain: Ensign Irene Mincine Maryse Dubois: Yay Irene Mincine: Yay William Chocox: Whoo! Irene Mincine: aren't I the only one besides you who writes any? :P Cptn Swain: Hush Maryse Dubois: Shh Cptn Swain: Take the award. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Before I take it away. Cptn Swain: Well its not an actual trophy anymore. Irene Mincine: award! Cptn Swain: I had to sell the real thing, but have this coupon for 2.99 off at Souper Salads, Rhan K'hal: We'll all have plenty of time to log when we either a) get back to our own time and have to wait for a functional starship or b) have to make up backstory for new characters. Irene Mincine: I had sushi for dinner so I'll accept that as my award William Chocox: TELLARITE HERE I COME! Cptn Swain: Alright next... Excalibur Starburst of Excellence, awarded to a player for their in-game contributions over the last year. Cptn Swain: ::Looks at envelope:: I am so excited. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Don't mess up on the name this time. Cptn Swain: And the winner is... The Brothers K'hal Maryse Dubois: Woo Rhan K'hal: Woo, Cait Power! William Chocox: Excellent choice! Irene Mincine: Yay Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Every year. It's K'hal, not K'hal. Hakran K'hal: :: does one of those flying chest thump things :: Maryse Dubois: hehe Cptn Swain: You also get a 2.99 coupon to sopuer salads. You can fight over which one gets to us eit, Rhan K'hal: Hak can have it, I don't eat rabbit food, I eat rabbits. William Chocox: You sure it's not a Smeerp? Cptn Swain: In addition, since you all handed over your peril cards. We'll be starting the "year" off with a new count. Everyone will get one "Get out of host Induced Peril" Card William Chocox: Huzzah! Rhan K'hal: :: puts it in the safe :: Maryse Dubois: The real award. Cptn Swain: So thats it for wards, though a big shout out again to our Order of the Round Table members: Miranda, Rhan and Maryse for their continued dedication to Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Maybe next year we'll have some new inductees.
  13. SD 0825.2019 Several hours have passed and the crew has been working hard to ready the ship for testing Science's theory that an inverse tachyon beam could generate enough power to effectively punch a hole through space and time to get Excalibur back to it's original era. With the Enterprise's deflector dish modified, we are ready to begin testing (with probes) to discover and fine tune the exact beam modulations and variances needed for such a risky maneuver. Awards: Ensign Irene Mincini -- Captain's Quill and PADD award for outstanding contribution to Excalibur through a log or series of logs. Rhan & Hakran K'hal -- Excalibur Starburst of Excellence, awarded to a player for their in-game contributions over the last year. Peril Cards -- We'll be starting the "year" off with a new count. Everyone will get one "Get out of host Induced Peril" Card
  14. MISSION BRIEF: Whose the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship, Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships. Questions? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, where she's been almost as long as Irene has. Looking to discharge some patients.:: Hakran K'hal: :: in the science lab, putting his head together with LCdr Thalov (though not close enough for ears to bump antennae) of the Enterprise-C, and presumably Lt Imavulcanforealz on the inverse tachyon beam particulars :: Cptn Swain: ::Swain looked over as Miranda strolled in. She hadn't shot him immediately, which was an improvement:: Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Totally a very logical Vulcan and not everyone's favorite, fun-loving Romulan." Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene is laying on her biobed, staring at the ceiling. :: Blue> "I tried napping. I can't." :: Red Irene is doing pushups locked in her quarters due to the presence of the Ent-C crew. ...and Carillon is passed out in her quarters after the whole tube of pep pills wore off. :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Her throat is sore, talking to the technicians felt like teaching one long class. Rhan K'hal: :: bridge, command chair, working on where to stash non-essentials inside the ship for safety when they go through with this stunt :: William Chocox: ::is holding a comical amount of tricorders that he starts putting back to where they're supposed to be:: (m)You'd think these people would have more common sense about stealing things. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seriously thinking about shooting Swain, but she'd save that for later when they weren't lost in time. For now, she just wanted to rest. Pulling a ration bar from her tunic, she collapsed on his sofa with a soft groan.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Finds Indaura, pulling her aside.:: We need to start discharging some patients, so we can relieve our guests of duties. The longer they are here, the greater chance of incident. Cptn Swain: You look like you just spent the last three weeks gluing the ship back together with macrobacterial excrement. Cptn Swain: Oh... right. Indaura Ryssan: :: leans in :: Yes.. and I need to refrain from giving things away myself. I'll start right away Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Hakran K'hal: We're within point zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-zero-two Hz on the modulation. Unfortunately, that very low number still manages to span a period of thirty seven years. I'd really prefer to avoid meeting my teenage self. Worse, my teenage brother. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted and took a bite out of her bar.:: That basically disintegrated in our last time jump. Progress is slow, but the materials from the Enterprise will help shore things up. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Glances back over to Thalov and Hakran:: A logical preference. Cptn Swain: Good. Hakran K'hal: :: flicks an ear in amusement :: So, how do we narrow it down. We're dealing with quantum probability at this level so we may need some adjustment on the side of the warp bubble to fine tune. Cptn Swain: So... ::He bit his lip briefly before pushing off from his desk and making his way over to the sofa, settling into the half-wrecked chair nearby:: I assume Hakren filled you in on the plan. Maryse Dubois: ::Releasing some patients with very minor injuries to their quarters for rest.:: Irene Mincine: :: Red Irene stands up, having worked up a pretty good sweat. :: Red> "Computer, who is my contact point on this ship?" :: Meanwhile, Carillon sat up in bed, dead-eyed. She started pacing around the room, clearly still asleep... Maryse Dubois: ::After treatment:: Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::Tips his head thoughtfully:: It might be possible to use a pilot ship, if you will. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to see who can be released :: Cptn Swain: << Harkren, Hakren, Hark the Herald Angel ... one day. *O*N*E* day I will get it right. >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes. Not terribly crazy about it as it poses risks to both ships, but I don't really see another option except to abandon the ship in *this* time and find a place to settle. My chief concern is the stability of Excalibur. We're barely held together right now. With the hull stresses we will undoubtedly experience in the next jump, we're going to lose part of her. I don't know if we'll be able to repair her again. Hakran K'hal: That's a possibility, but that's a hell of a thing to try to program. And I would say it's rather unlikely a live pilot could be extricated if things go south. Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to release three patients :: Cptn Swain: Thalov> Sometimes, risks are required, Lieutenant. William Chocox: ::gets back to work on life support:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> ::About to prematurely pull one of the life support power nodes that would cripple half the ship. Alerts in engineering go off at Will's station as the panel was removed.:: Hakran K'hal: Oh, I know. I'm living with the result of two bad ideas putting us when we are now. Cptn Swain: Issaha> True, it's unlikely Excalibur could survive a failed time-transit anyway and the loss of a single individual versus the survival of the ship and crew.... ::he trailed off, sounding far colder than Hark had likely ever heard.:: William Chocox: I SWEAR ON ANYTHING THAT IS HOLY MAKE SURE YOU CHECK WITH SOMEONE FROM THIS TIMELINE BEFORE DOING ANYTHING! Cptn Swain: ::He nodded:: I agree it's risky. It's possible we could get another ship and try like a slingshot or something, but we'd have to further contaminate the timeline. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Issaha :: The needs of the many, Lieutenant? I'm aware of the axiom. William Chocox: ::turns off the alarm and goes to the relevant panel:: Hello. Cptn Swain: ::Sighing, he leaned forward:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Watching as three patients leave sickbay :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> It is, logical. Cptn Swain: Thalov> It would be worth modeling the possibility and presenting it to your Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon somehow manages to leave her room while sleepwalking... she's wandering through deck 6. :: Blue Irene knocks on the door to her isolation room. :: Blue> "Hey! Can I leave yet? I gotta pee, and I gotta shower, and I'm way too sober for my own good! Hello?" Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Let's get to work on the former then. William Chocox: Please place that panel back before we cripple half the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer>::He jerked at the alarm and then stared at Will.:: Isn't this the power distribution for section seven? I was told to tweak the converter frequency. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over:: There's one more thing. William Chocox: No, this is for life support. You'd cripple half the ship. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Which we'd rather not do. ::She agreed. Chewing thoughtfully, she threw him a glance.:: Something else? ::His last minute additions were not usually pleasant.:: Rhan K'hal: :: glances down at d'A :: How's the parking brake holding up, Commander? Maryse Dubois: ::Cleared out enough patients.:: +Rhan+ Good news. We can inform the Enterprise that they can recall their medical team. Cptn Swain: d'A> Not bad. This chair is pretty comfortable. I could almost get used to it. Rhan K'hal: +Maryse+ I'll get them the message, Doctor. Rhan K'hal: :: flicks an ear at Obee, who contacts the Enterprise :: Cptn Swain: I had already considered Issaha's plan before he brought it up. ::He took another deep breath:: They won't be able to make the calculations to the variance ahead of time. At least not with our computer core in the shape it's in, and I doubt Enterprise's computers are any better. There is, a solution, however. I am guessing they may have already thought of it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::Nods and returns to work:: Rhan K'hal: I think it's too comfortable, our last pilot would occasionally start staring off into space. Rhan K'hal: And Lt Carillon was snacking on energy pills to stay in it. Cptn Swain: Issaha> The problem is that there are simply too many variables. We can simulate what the temporal fissure is going to look like, but it's almost impossible to predict. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::frowns:: She was doing what? Irene Mincine: :: Carillon walked into a turbolift and mumbled a destination that didn't make any sense. The computer didn't recognize it. She yawned and took a seat on the floor. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah... sorry about that. Where's the panel for section seven, then? ::He looked at the schematic he'd been given, which he was holding upside down.:: Rhan K'hal: Crap, I forgot you're her boss. :: sigh :: She pulled a double, after probably not having much sleep before. I think she was hitting a pill every hour on the dot. I managed to get through to what sense was left that she needed to go to bed. Which she ended up taking in sickbay because of the headache. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And what might that be? ::She waited for him to drop the bombshell.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::continues to frown:: No, I appreciate you telling me. I have a pretty strict rule about using those things. William Chocox: ::takes the schematic and turns it right side up for him:: Right there. ::points:: Cptn Swain: The easiest solution is to have someone fly just ahead of us into the temporal fissure in a shuttle or... my yacht ... and transmit back the variance changes to Enterprise and Excalibur. Maryse Dubois: ::Starts rounding up the Enterprise med team to have them escorted to the transporter room.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> But since she wasn't on.. my flight deck I can't do anything about it. But I will be sure to, remind her, of that when she does come back. ::Forces a smile:: Gently of course. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon mumbled something that the computer interpreted as Deck 1. Since she had access now that she was a relief helm officer, the turbolift beep booped and deposited the... uh... sleepwalking Val on the bridge just in time for this discussion! :: Rhan K'hal: I imagine the punishment her head was giving her was at least up to your strict rule reminders. :: flicks an ear at the door, looks over :: Speak of the devil, what are you doing back up here already? Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Lifts her brows:: Indaura Ryssan: :: to Dubois :: I have discharged as many as I can. Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda:: I am not going to ask anyone else to do it. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Good. I've already sent word to the bridge. The Enterprise will be expecting their crew back soon. Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I'm-uh, um, you're gonna need..." :: She wasn't making any sense, that's for sure. Her gaze was unfocused, she was clearly... not all there, at the moment. :: "Gonna need clearance..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Enterprise engineer> Oh. Ah, thanks. ::Feeling stupid, he shuffled over to the correct panel where his Excalibur engineering partner had been waiting impatiently.:: Hakran K'hal: Looks like there's going to be a pretty short drop-off between leading and losing us. :: pokes at the console forlornly :: We're going to have to maintain a spatial distance of 200 meters, otherwise any further and the communications will be out of sync temporally. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::glances to Rhan:: William Chocox: Happens to the best of us! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda snorted again.:: You might not ask, but you're going to have volunteers. You're sure as hell not going to be doing it. Cptn Swain: And if I said Captain's prerogative? Maryse Dubois: :;Watches as the E-Med Team is escorted out of sickbay. She gives them a final farewell.:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks back to the goldshirt he'd pegged earlier :: This time you ARE going to lead Lt Carillon to sickbay, even if you have to throw her over your shoulder :: frowned at Carillon :: Take the express route, and explain to whatever medical personnel you get hold of what happened. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Frowns:: This mission better be over soon. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: managed to say "aye sir" without his voice breaking, and manages to herd Carillon toward the lift :: Cptn Swain: Issaha> We should plan to use the [name of my yacht]. It still has the computer modifications from our previous, mission. Rhan K'hal: Obee> Enterprise signals their transporter room 2 is ready for transfers, sir. I've sent the word down below. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd mutiny and throw you in the brig. ::Flatly. She took another bite of her bar.:: You haven't seemed to grasp that you're the least expendable person on the ship. Hakran K'hal: Not to mention still has the best computer on board. We'll have to warn Rhan we're going to have to unplug it though, he'll have to find a way to shore up the processing. Maryse Dubois: ((Hey don't look at us, you named it.)) Indaura Ryssan: Glad that is over. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: tugging Carillon by the sleeve of whatever jumpsuit sickbay put her in, gets her into the lift and orders an express ride to sickbay :: Maryse Dubois: :;Sighs in relief.:: Well we can at least let our priso...I mean patient out of her isolation room. ::grins.:: Cptn Swain: (( It's like the name of Arthur's horse or something )) Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tries to shove aside the goldshirt, whiffs it, and falls flat on her face, which finally wakes her up! :: "What the... my head..." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Take it easy, s<queak>ir! We're on the way to sickbay. Cptn Swain: I can't ask anyone else to risk their life on another possibly bad idea to get us home Miranda. You have to know that. ::He frowned.:: Besides, they'd still have you. Maryse Dubois: ::Opens the isolation room, looking at Blue Irene.:: Somewhat good news. You can at least get out of this room. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene looks SO RELIEVED. :: "Finally! I'm free! I can go get a drink!" Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: the lift doors open on deck 11, opposite the sickbay doors :: Just a little further, sir. :: tries to gently get Carillon back to her feet :: Maryse Dubois: Ah ah...I said this room. Not sickbay. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: They like you better. I'm the mean one. ::Her fingers drummed on the arm of the sofa.:: You might not ask, but I certainly will. You're a passable pilot at best, Captain. Let a professional handle it. That's why we have them, you know. Maryse Dubois: We still have guests on board. Cptn Swain: Issaha> ::nods:: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "I just want to go back to my room and sleep... the damn duranium plate in my head feels like it's on fire..." :: She reluctantly follows the goldshirt. :: Cptn Swain: How many of those pilots can do the science though. ::He was beginning to suspect he was going to lose this fight.:: Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: leads Carillon into sickbay, looking around desperately for someone to throw Carillon at :: Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene's relief turned to dejection. :: "My prison cell got a little bigger." Maryse Dubois: :;Smiles.:: Indeed Hakran K'hal: All right, I think we have enough for me to take this to the Captain. :: Thalov :: If you'd continue working with the Lt I'd appreciate it, sir. Cptn Swain: Thalov> ::nods:: Indaura Ryssan: :: To Irene :: Some prisons have no walls. Cptn Swain: << Getting deep, itc >> Maryse Dubois: I can clear you for light duty, but as I said, you can't leave sickbay yet. Not unless I can get a guarantee that you would be able to get to your quarters undetected. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The ship will be doing the science. All they have to do is be in position to relay the variables. Honestly, a probe could do the job just as well if it wouldn't be crushed. Maryse Dubois: But not with a bunch of grease monkeys on board. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Hello? I have a... er... problem. Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene went back to laying on the biobed. :: "At least in here it's quiet..." Hakran K'hal: :: nods and exits the lab, catching a lift :: Cptn Swain: You're not going to let me go, are you? Hakran K'hal: :: pops out onto the bridge :: Irene Mincine: Carillon> "They already looked at me in here! It's the damn pills. I want to go back to my quarters." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: since they apparently don't have a hostess in sickbay today, leads Carillon to the nearest biobed himself :: Cptn Swain: << Llamrei is the name of the yacht, if anyone's wondering. >> Hakran K'hal: (( yeah, "The Yacht" )) Maryse Dubois: ::Hands her a padd.:: You should at least get up to speed on what is going on. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Rhan :: Captain busy, bro? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No, I'm not. ::Sharply.:: Though you could always be stupid and sneak aboard to take it off on yet another idiotic mission without telling me. I wouldn't recommend it, though. Cptn Swain: I would never. Rhan K'hal: Commander's in with him. She didn't look homicidal. This time. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: That's what I thought the first time. ::Zing!:: Maryse Dubois: :;Sees someone else come into sickbay.:: What now? ::Approaches Carillon and the goldshirt.:: What happened? Hakran K'hal: :: takes his chances with interrupting, goes and chimes the RR :: Cptn Swain: ::He looked over sheepishly before being saved by the chimes:: I see they've figured out what I already did. Cptn Swain: Come. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> She er... apparently sleepwalked onto the bridge, Doctor. She ah... woke up when she fell in the lift. Hakran K'hal: :: enters the ready room :: I apologize for disturbing you, sirs, but we think we have the only way to make this work. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She couldn't help the little smug smile as she finished off the last of her ration, glancing toward the door.:: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::to Rhan:: Yeah, this mission needs to be over soon Irene Mincine: :: Blue Irene takes the PADD. :: "Well, maybe I can help out with the mission from here." :: Carillon looks pretty unhappy to be in sickbay. :: Carillon> "It's the stupid pills, that's all. I'm fine and I don't want to be here." :: She was bleeding from a small cut on her forehead. :: Maryse Dubois: Is that so. ::Points to an empty bed.:: That one there if you please. Rhan K'hal: I feel ya, commander, I feel ya. Irene Mincine: :: She lays on the biobed. :: "When I was here like an hour ago, they said my medical records were missing from the computer, gave me a sedative, and told me to go to bed. I'd like to go back there now." Irene Mincine: :: Meanwhile, Blue Irene's already trying to reprogram the replicator in her isolation room to spit out alcohol. :: Indaura Ryssan: The Irene's are a handful. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The replicator just completely blinks out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured for Hakran to continue.:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods, explains the whole pilot ship thing :: Cptn Swain: ::Leans back, deciding not to steal Hakran's thunder:: Irene Mincine: Blue> "...oops..." :: She puts the replicator back together and pretends nothing happened. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Taps on the monitor by the bed.:: You mean these files? ::Scans Carillon:: You are not going anywhere till I purge this excess caffeine from your system... Good lord... How much did you take? Cptn Swain: ::Listens:: I see. Commander Hawthorne and I will consider that as we decide the final course of action. I'll want to talk to Captain Garrett too, about the risks to Enterprise. Cptn Swain: Good work, Mister K'hal. I assume you'll want to use the Llamrei? Hakran K'hal: A fighter would be too under-powered, a shuttle doesn't have the sensors. So yes, the yacht would be the best option, especially considering its increased computational abilities after the ah... last time we had to use her. Irene Mincine: :: Her medical files were there, but there were some strange gaps in them... :: Carillon> "One an hour... 12 pills in a tube... I took at least a tube..." Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips out of sickbay now that the Doctor has things under control :: Cptn Swain: When you all saved my butt. ::He said with another sigh:: Very good, start making the modifications. The Commander and I will talk with Captain Garrett, then make our decision. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Heh. ::Another little smug smirk, but she pointedly didn't look Swain's way.:: Cptn Swain: If there was nothing else, then Mister K'hal? Maryse Dubois: ::Trying not to facepalm.:: You are only supposed to have no more than one in a four hour span... ::Mixing a couple of vials before setting it in a hypo.:: Hakran K'hal: Aye, sir. There is the matter of who should be on board the Llamrei. Whoever it is, they'll need more than just a passing science background. Or more even than a solid background in another discipline. It's not just about pointing the nose in the right direction, as I'm sure you understand, Captain. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon tried not to laugh, then realized that made her headache even worse. She looked at Maryse with one bloodshot and one artificial eye. :: "You think any of us pilots follow those instructions?" Cptn Swain: ::He glanced over to Miranda for a moment, but nodded:: We'll take that under advisement. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She grunted, not wanting to give Swain more ammunition.:: Hakran K'hal: Then I should get back down to the details. Captain, Commander. :: respectful nods in both directions :: Maryse Dubois: Well you are going to if I have anything to do about it. ::Gives her the shot.:: This is a booster to help your liver deal with all the caffeine. I'm not going to give you anything to sleep. You have enough drugs in your system as it is. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> :: slips back onto the bridge :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over :: Doctor Dubois? Maryse Dubois: After this is all over, we're going to have a talk about why there are gaps in your medical file. Rhan K'hal: Goldshirt> Aye, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: looks down to d'A :: You're gonna have to wait in line for that reminder, commander. Irene Mincine: :: Carillon scoffed. :: "It's not like I put 'em there. Thanks for the, uh, booster, Dr. Dubois. Maybe I'll sleep again before the year's out." Cptn Swain: ....and.... Hakran K'hal: :: scrambles back into the lab before the end of the episode :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. SD 0818.2019 Who's the crew with a plan? That's right nothing can break us down, except for maybe this idea dropping us off in like, who knows, the 1990s. Anyway... the crew, with the help of the USS Enterprise-C have devised a possible plan to send us home using an inverse tachyon beam (when has that failed) and the planet Irene ruined. Science is working to determine the exact variance needed to modulate the beam to, while Engineering works to ready the ship. Enterprise is meanwhile working to modify their deflector dish. Swain and Hawthorne are conferring about the risks to both ships.