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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's engineering crew continues to investigate the failure of the power grid, now with some reluctant assistance from a "local." Security is assisting planet side with distribution of aide supplies, while medical has continued to serve as a triage overflow for the Mary Seacole. Flight and Operations have been busy assisting the Tennessee Valley with logistics. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grumpily shimmers back into existence wherever Will's ground zero coordinates were :: William Chocox: @ ::Is there:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::finalizing the last shipment from Tennessee Valley and preparing to depart:: Tandaris Admiran: @::materializes near Chocox:: William Chocox: @ Hello sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::It's nasty down here, so he's in a protective flight suit (non HAZMAT) just so he doesn't spoil his nice clean uniform that's not very nice and clean anymore::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowls with all the might that a short, scrawny, scraggly platinum blonde Caitian can muster :: So where the hell are we then? Tandaris Admiran: @ Chocox, this is Dazim, the disembodied voice who was abusing us earlier. Tandaris Admiran: @ I invited him along so he can abuse us more in person. Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the bridge TL doors as he hears them open. shoots Maryse a smile as he languidly pokes at his console :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Back on the bridge, Miranda was monitoring their various team locations and reviewing the reports from the other starfleet vessels.:: William Chocox: @ You always did know how to have a great time. William Chocox: @ And to answer your question, you are right here. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> If I wanted a smart-ass remark to my question I would've answered it myself. :: huffs, checks the map on his watch :: Cptn Swain: ::Still in astrometrics, letting his crew do their thing.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles as she walks over to Rhan, setting a PADD by him.:: Transfer list for those that can return to the Mary Seacole. I would have simply sent it to you, but I needed to get out of sickbay. William Chocox: @ You know the area better than I. Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, letting Swain do his thing while he works on crew evaluations :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::he's not that far from the convo with Daz, and it's hard to ignore, but he forces himself to at least try 'cause he really doesn't want to anything more atm::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Major node 3, Vrr'reait province, 42 clicks outside the capital. Whoopee. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: So what makes you think this is ground zero? William Chocox: @ The wave of power loss starts from here. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor, how many are you transferring off the Excalibur? Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: I imagine you did. :: tapps the PADD and uploads the list to his console, makes a few annotations and sends it down to the TR :: There we go, sickbay will get less crowded in a few minutes. Maryse Dubois: As many as we can. We'll still hold the ones not medically fit to return. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Nothing particularly special about this site. There are 143 more just like it. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles to Rhan.:: Thanks. William Chocox: @ Correct, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't the point of failure. Rhan K'hal: Easy-peasy. Hunter Matheson: @ ::he enters the shuttle for a visual of the cargo, to make sure it's clear for launch:: Tandaris Admiran: @ OK, let’s take a look. I’ll pull the command-processing unit. You take a look at the hub, see if there was a mechanical failure. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::starts poking around:: Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to see a message from Rhan about something, marks it as read. He assumed if it were important he would have been interrupted.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And most of the injuries were manageable? Any fatalities? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: glances around, finds a suitable container to sit on and does so smartly :: I'll be right here. :: starts poking at his watch some more :: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes head. No thankfully. Hunter Matheson: @ ::signs off, passes the PADD to the engineer in charge, then readies for launch::: Cptn Swain: d'A> ::enters the bridge from the side lift, still wearing her flight suit.:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: keeps an ear pointed toward both of them - not because he wants to be ready to answer a question however :: Tandaris Admiran: @::moves to the command processors, removes the access hatch:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::straps in, gets an all clear and tells TV wheels-up, en route, ETA and all that jazz:: Rhan K'hal: :: glances over at the doors again, gives Constance a little wave/salute :: Tandaris Admiran: @::frowns at the smell emanating:: What the? ::pulls out a rack of gel-paks and finds them leaking a sickly goo:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Raises a hand in greeting to the fighter commander.:: d'Aubigne, how goes the effort? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: looks up and over, grunts :: William Chocox: @::looks over:: That is sub optimal. Tandaris Admiran: @ It smells worse than that time we couldn’t remember if we were making moonshine or organic solvent for explosives. Tandaris Admiran: @ That was ... not a good day. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Smiles:: Not bad. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: rolls eyes, reluctantly hauls himself up and clomps over to Tandaris, sniffs :: Cptn Swain: d'A> My pilots are ready for a rest, though. Tandaris Admiran: @::scanning the gel-paks now:: Should have brought a medical tricorder. William Chocox: @ Well, we have what we have. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Slight whiff of heating from the power surge that went through here, but even if you boiled it, electrocuted it, battered it and fried it, shouldn't come out like that. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::Hands her a PADD:: We've moved quite abit of cargo the last few hours, as you can see. Tandaris Admiran: @ This appears to be a byproduct of advanced dendritic decay. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: hauls a Tamarn military issue scanner out of his backpack and scans it himself :: Tandaris Admiran: @ The question is ... did the power failure cause this, or is this the cause of the failure? Hunter Matheson: # ::smooth landing on TV, and he's ready for another round::: William Chocox: @ Could be both. Hunter Matheson: # ::except that the bay chief nixes the idea and calls over HAZMAT to have a good look:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Gel-pak failure leads to power failure leads to a feedback surge that destroys the neural structure? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> I've worked with the gel for almost a quarter of a century and I've never seen it like that. Tandaris Admiran: @ If so, we might not be able to find enough evidence for what caused the original failure. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took the PADD to have a look, scrolling through the list.:: Yes, quite a few requests. If things have slowed down, feel free to give them a few hours of respite. Send the relief crews in slower rotations. Most of the remaining supplies aren't critical. William Chocox: @ Which is unfortunate. Cptn Swain: d'A> ::nods:: They'll appreciate the rest, I am sure. Hunter Matheson: # ::so he, the shuttle, and the crew are given a good look::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: shrugs :: If my lab was in one piece I could analyze this more closely. However, as Spotty can attest, that is not an option. Tandaris Admiran: @ What kind of equipment would you need? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: K'hal, send word to our pilots that those currently on duty are to take a mandatory break for rest, no less than half a shift, as soon as they return to the Excalibur. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> A full medical lab, cross-bred with a biology lab, and then in a fit of kink, also mated with an engineering lab. Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. William Chocox: @ Well, what if they're in separate locations but networked together? Rhan K'hal: +Pilots+ Excalibur to Excalibur flight crews. Orders from on high, as soon as you return to Excalibur, you are to take at least one-half shift off. Hunter Matheson: # ::they're all dragged off for class D decon, and the shuttle itself is hosed down::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Annoying, but probably the best we can expect. William Chocox: @ We have all of those in orbit don't we Commander? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Unless you'd like to rebuild my lab for me. Tandaris Admiran: @ We do. Hunter Matheson: # ::as he's dragged off:: +COM+ Matheson to Excal Medical Cptn Swain: d'A> ::smiles:: If you'll excuse me then, I am going to head to down and get something to eat. Tandaris Admiran: @ Maybe after we've completed our present mission. ::stacking the gel-pak racks for transport:: William Chocox: @ Alright. Rhan K'hal: :: gets a bloop on his console, checks it :: Commander, you had some sort of search query out to 39 Tango? They've flashed you a file. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Do we need anything else from here? William Chocox: @ Not that I'm aware of. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Should get a sample of the backup gel as well, see if that was compromised as well. We want to be thorough, don't we? Hunter Matheson: # +Dubois+ Tenn Valley medical got us in for class D decon (minimal), so you might want to prepare for it. It's nasty down there, ma'am. William Chocox: @ Of course. Tandaris Admiran: @ Agreed. ::Chocox:: And once we're back on board, contact each of the engineering teams from the Tennessee Valley. Request that they deliver a representative sampling of gel-paks from each of the control nodes. I want to know how extensive this problem is. Hunter Matheson: # ::pulled in, stripped, clipped, hosed, and not feeling too great about it:: Tandaris Admiran: @::pulls several of the backups:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: makes an unpleasant face :: This is just not my week. Lab blows up, get harassed by a Trill, and now I have to go on a Starfleet ship. Tandaris Admiran: @::stops:: Tandaris Admiran: @::turns:: Seriously? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Did you forget your trespassing already? Tandaris Admiran: @::waves arm:: Have you looked around lately? Not *your* week? Try not this *planet's* week. Do you know how many people were injured or died when the grid failed? Do you know how many people right now are just struggling to get by? And you're worried about your *lab equipment*? William Chocox: @ He's like, the most important guy Commander. Cptn Swain: (( oooooo )) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> You've just noticing now that I'm a self-obsessed ****? Usually people pick up on that sooner when I have the misfortune of having to deal with them. Tandaris Admiran: @ So excuse me if I'm cramping your "irate recluse" style, but I'm not here to be nice to you. You're going to help us, or you can go back to your burnt out little hovel and sulk all on your lonesome while we do our job. Tandaris Admiran: @::turns back around:: +Excalibur+ Admiran to Excalibur. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grunts :: I owe the government here enough to put up with you for a while longer I suppose. William Chocox: @ Mind your step if you go into engineering. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Overhearing the comm from Hunter, she shot one back.:: +Hunter+ Matheson, what is your current position? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: curls lip at Will :: Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ Go ahead, Commander. Tandaris Admiran: @+K'hal+ Three people and some equipment to beam directly to engineering lab alpha, please. William Chocox: @ There's some things in there that you should be careful about touching. Some of us have reputations. Hunter Matheson: # ::the sound echoes:: +Hawthorne+ Decon chamber, Tennessee Valley, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: +Tandaris+ :: gets a lock, tweaks an ear seeing one of them is a Caitian :: Locked on, Commander. Energizing. :: presses the big sorta pink button :: Hunter Matheson: # ::he shivers as he exits the chamber and they hand them fresh suits, this time for level D HAZMAT:: William Chocox: ::shimmers:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> :: beams into the engineering lab, looks around with a critical eye :: Tandaris Admiran: ::a bit more curt than before:: OK, let's get to work. William Chocox: ::goes to a console:: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) Hunter Matheson: (Level A is not cool. Level D is "um... you might get sick, but not likely") Hakran K'hal: Dazim> I'd do better with the medical lab equipment. Not to mention we'd see less of each other for a while. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Hunter+ Did they clock a specific pathogen or substance, or just taking precautionary measures? William Chocox: ::shrugs:: Hunter Matheson: # +Hawthorne+ No idea, ma'am. They just hosed us off, treated for level D, then gave us new suits. With level D, I'm going to guess it's not really bad, but it might be. You'd have to ask medical over here about that one. Rhan K'hal: :: notes everything and everyone is up properly, turns his attention back to babysitting a mostly automated process at this point :: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  2. SD 1008.2017 Excalibur's engineering crew continues to investigate the failure of the power grid, now with some reluctant assistance from a "local." Security is assisting planet side with distribution of aide supplies, while medical has continued to serve as a triage overflow for the Mary Seacole. Flight and Operations have been busy assisting the Tennessee Valley with logistics.
  3. MISSION BRIEF: Engineering has decamped to the planet to begin investigating the cause of the planet-wide power failure. Medical is continuing to assist with triage overflow. Operations and flight are working to assist in delivery of supplies. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: scowling at the spotted interloper :: William Chocox: @::continues working at his console on the surface:: Tandaris Admiran: @::finishes sniffing (inspecting) the burnt-out gel pack, and rests it atop a precarious pile of equipment:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> When I agreed with the planetary government to assist you Starfleet types, because anyone else that has any familiarity with the system is either dead and indisposed or alive and indisposed. It didn't include you trespassing. Now get out, and maybe in an hour if you ask nicely to come see me I might say yes. And I may not have you arrested. Maybe. Maryse Dubois: ::In sickbay, finishing up a patient. Her teams had finally finished up the worst of the situation and were beginning to wind down.:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::In the briefing room for security/marines:: Rhan K'hal: :: makes his way onto the bridge :: Indaura Ryssan: :: helping in medical.. bunch of boo boos :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda popped into sickbay to have a look around, having not had a chance to touch base with the medical staff during the crisis.:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Sure, yeah. ::begins milling about as if this was what he had been invited to do:: The Federation flirted with bio-neural gel pack technology about a decade ago but scaled it back once we encountered serious maintenance overhead. And on a planet this size... tell me, how did you solve the synaptic signal degradation over such distances? Atos Ch'kivar: :: seated in the briefing room, talking about the current state of affairs among his fellow security personnel before the briefing begins :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Waves at Miranda while she fixes someone's knee :: Rhan K'hal: :: not seeing the Commander on the bridge, settles in at a console - the info he was bringing wasn't marked urgent :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Glances to Apostrophe:: According to planetary security things have been going okay, but they have asked for us to assist to allow them to rotate their people out. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She offered Indaura a wave and began a brief inspection of their current patient load.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to see Miranda.:: Hello Commander. ::Playing with a PADD.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor. How are things here? I see the chaos has mostly subsided. Indaura Ryssan: Getting down to the more minor injuries... things a regenerator can fix. Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods thoughtfully to Augustin :: "According to" and what is actually going on can greatly vary, I have found. I'm sure we'll be able keep things running smoothly regardless though, sir. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::nods:: Exactly, so everyone should be on their toes. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: All of the serious injuries have been treated. Triage also reports things have slowed. The Mary Seacole can have some of them back now if they want. ::Smirks.:: William Chocox: @::finds a section of the grid that looks interesting:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> *I* didn't. The Tamarns and the indigenous Verans did about a half century ago. Apparently they stumbled over something accidentally and ran with it. *squints at the spotted one* They increased the node size at determined intervals to re-process the data being passed and then send it along newly amplified. It does create a minute delay, but nothing that bothers a system of this nature. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Hands out PADDS:: Here are your assignments. We will mostly be deployed in the three larger metro areas where Tennessee Valley and the Mary Seacole have established bases of operations already. Their people are handling base security, while we we will be involved in general policing and assisting at supply distribution points. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> It's also how small variations in the power flow are adjusted, because the gel nodes are fed the new data and recalculate when they re-process. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Looks down and scans through the information on his newly received PADD, then looks up to Augustin:: When do we head out? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Though all patients that are no longer critical can be transferred planetside to the triage areas there. Most can be taken by family to convalesce. Contact OPs and have them transported as soon as you like. Cptn Swain: Augustin> As soon as possible. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: gives up on trying to tidy up for now and shoves what detritus he was carrying into a bin with a bang :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> We'll be taking shuttles down since the transporters are largely being reserved for other usages. Report to the flight deck with your supplies. Tandaris Admiran: @ Hmm. I could see that working in this context. ::picks up something that looks vaguely dangerous:: So if there were a cascade failure in one section of the grid.... Atos Ch'kivar: ::Nods curtly to Augustin:: Yes, sir. Rhan K'hal: :: with most of the regular staff off working elsewhere, the bridge is whisper quiet - half wants to grab a tricorder and make sure the relief workers are actually alive :: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Thank you. It'll be nice to have open spaces again. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Exits the briefing room and heads out to gather his assigned supplies:: Maryse Dubois: ::Begins compiling lists of transfers.:: Anything else you would like to discuss, Commander? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Successive nodes should recalculate and stop the cascade, shunting power into specific overflow diverters to safely exhaust anything over system specs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Have either of you ran an analysis on our guests? I'm curious to know how their genetic makeup differs from our own. Is it true that their blood is blue? Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Why it didn't in this case... that's what you're on planet for. How you expect to find that out by barging in here is beyond me. But then Starfleet does have a tendency to make perfectly decent people into morons. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Enters turbolift after attaining the appropriate supplies and takes it down to the shuttle bay:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Watches as his crew shuffles out, and heads for the shuttle bay, his own goods already preped:: Tandaris Admiran: @ Oh, no, I did that all on myself, I assure you. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: It is actually, but that isn't much of a problem. After all we have Bolians and Andorians in our crew. Their internal structure is a little different from standard humanoids, but with modern medical technology we managed just fine. Tandaris Admiran: @ ::sets the dangerous thing on top of the same pile as the burnt-out gel pack:: So what, exactly, is your role here, if they had everything set up hundreds of years ago? Indaura Ryssan: :: nods with Maryse :: Atos Ch'kivar: ::Strides across the shuttle bay, through the busied chaos of things, and enters his assigned shuttle behind a few fellow security personnel:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: See if you can get a genetic workup done for me. Our database has very little on these people. They're not within the Federation, so we don't really have access to them. This is our chance to glean as much information on them as possible. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> The Tamarn have a good business going here, being the foremost supplier of bioneural and biomemetic gel to the Federation and more besides. I am a researcher with the gel and ways to make it do more things, which would be even better for their business. They let me research and provide me with gel, I present them with my findings and they engage in commerce with the delight of a Ferengi getting oo-mox. Indaura Ryssan: Doctor, we should get one male and one female onto a biobed with the body scanner. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Gets in the shuttle behind Atos:: William Chocox: @::looks closer at the spot he was inspecting:: +Admiran+ Commander? I may have a lead to ground zero. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Takes a seat in the shuttle and buckles in:: Tandaris Admiran: @ What kind of research? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Makes his way to the front of the shuttle and speaks briefly to the pilot before returning to the cabin and settling in across from Atos:: Ensign. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> There, your minion is calling. Now you can run along and do what you're supposed to be doing instead of bothering me. You may COMM me if you have a SPECIFIC question. Transport in unannounced again and I guarantee you won't find the prison conditions on this planet pleasant, especially without power. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Nods back to his superior officer with a slight smile:: Sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods to Indaura.:: Go ahead and begin scans. We already have plenty of blood samples. Cptn Swain: Augustin> It's a shame we won't have the chance, but I hear the skiing in region we're going to is supposed to be excellent. Tandaris Admiran: @ You seem to have a very low opinion of me. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::buckles in as the transport shuttle lifts off the deck heading towards open space:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: lopsided ears :: I have a low opinion of most people, which is why I research goo for a living. While I appreciate rudeness, as I'm rather good at it myself, doesn't mean that it endears me to people who practice it on me. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Cocks his head to the side:: Who knows? Perhaps the situation will be resolved with recreational time to spare. Indaura Ryssan: :: Calls to the group :: May I have a volunteer, one male, the other female for a more intensive medical evaluation. It is important for us to have a complete baseline for which to better help you now and in the future. Tandaris Admiran: @ But what do you rate my chances of being able to get to the bottom of all this? Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Snorts:: An optimist! I see you haven't been with this boat long. Cptn Swain: Augustin> But let's hope so. I would be nice for a change. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Absolutely zero if you don't start working on it. Otherwise I don' know whether you can find your ass in a room full of mirrors, so how in Errakht should I know? Atos Ch'kivar: ::Chuckles back at Augustin:: Every ship needs one, sir...or so I'm told. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::nods:: Fair enough. Tandaris Admiran: @ So why don't you come with me to investigate ground zero? Otherwise, if I fail, you're right back to where you started. Or worse, if this happens again. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The patients look at Indaura with surprise. Cptn Swain: Patient> ::quietly:: Uh we are not... ::blushes:: we are not gendered in such a binary fashion. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Settles back into his seat as the shuttle enters the planet's atmosphere:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Bah. If finding out the cause of this gets you out of my fur faster, then so be it. You're like a nu'Khaja with a carcass. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda arched an eyebrow at the patient's response and smiled.:: Well, now that is interesting... Indaura Ryssan: Oh, well then. How about just any old volunteer Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Not entirely surprising. Andorians have four genders. Tandaris Admiran: @::clasps his hands together:: Excellent. I don't know what that is, but it sounds delightful. Tandaris Admiran: @+Chocox+ Sorry for the delay. I was... nu'Khaja-ing. Send me the coordinates of this ground zero and we'll meet you there. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grunts, shakes head :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::does as well as the shuttle enters the upper atmosphere:: Cptn Swain: (( TWO MINUTE WARNING )) William Chocox: @+Admiran+ Aye sir. And I'll just not ask what the hell you just said. ::sends coordinates:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: grabs a backpack and slings it over his slender shoulder :: Tandaris Admiran: @::sends the coordinates to Excalibur and has them prepare to transport Dazim and himself to the coordinates:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> As the shuttle enters the lower atmosphere, the pilot gives the viewers and the security grunt a good look at the planet's northern climes: a stunning vista indeed. Tall, towering snow capped mountains. Rhan K'hal: TR> +Admiran+ Transporter ready, Commander. Atos Ch'kivar: ::Stares with wonder at the expansive view:: Cptn Swain: ...and... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  4. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is assisting two other Federation vessels aiding the recovery of Alpha Veras II, which has suffered a catastrophic failure of its power network. Excalibur's medical team continues to serve as over-flow triage, while operations and flight crew help ferry supplies from the Tennessee Valley and the Excalibur to the surface. Engineering has been tasked with investigating the original failure of the power grid. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Rhan K'hal: :: doing the organizing of the things :: William Chocox: ::is on the surface with Tandaris:: Cptn Swain: ((If you're on the surface, Grab an @ __)) Tandaris Admiran: @::just materialized on the planet at the primary control centre for the planetary power grid:: William Chocox: ((::grabs an @ and appends it to his statement::)) Tandaris Admiran: @::to someone who is rushing by, clearly stressed:: Excu... oh. Tandaris Admiran: @::reaches out to grab another passer-by:: Hello, we're.. ah. William Chocox: @::whistles:: Can you help us please? Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping those in need, and their needs were many. Hunter Matheson: @ ::just outside cargo shuttle Alkaid, checking inventory as it rolls off::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Sickbay gets another round of patients with various burns, nothing too serious though Tamran physiology can be a bit tricky. They appear to be genetically augmented and have a difficult to synthesize blood that bonds with copper, similar to Romulans. Tandaris Admiran: @ Ah, whistling. If only I hadn't traded away that ability on Serionis Prime to a genie in exchange for a very, very good... ::suddenly realizes where they are:: Yes, well. William Chocox: @ Genies are real? Tandaris Admiran: @::gives Chocox that look he uses when Chocox says something strange:: Everything is real. Tandaris Admiran: @::hefts his toolkit and helps himself to a console, interfacing his tricorder:: William Chocox: @ Alrighty then. ::walks up to the console:: Tandaris Admiran: @::begins interfering:: Hakran K'hal: Dazim> +Admiran+ :: voice only comes out of the console Admiran just interfaced with, sounding strangely like Sean Connery except with more of a hiss than a lisp :: Sso, you're the Sstarfleet officcersss? Hakran K'hal: @^ Indaura Ryssan: :: Uses her mix of charm and good looks to help the overflow triage...mostly her charm... :: Tandaris Admiran: @ Oh, hello, Computer. ::pets the console affectionately:: Yes, I am Commander Tandaris Admiran, and this is Lieutenant William Chocox, from the USS Excalibur. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox, aside:: The voice synthesizer module could use an upgrade, if we have time. William Chocox: @ Scotland not doing it for you? Hunter Matheson: @ ::signs off, hops aboard, contacts Tennessee FOps, and lifts off for another round::: Hakran K'hal: (( for the sake of ease, I'm going to stop over S'ing, you'll just have to hiss it yourself )) Tandaris Admiran: ((Understood!)) Tandaris Admiran: ((Basically like the real Sean Connery and any accent ever)) Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +Admiran+ I don't care if you're the entire Federation council, if you don't stop doing that to the console it will explode. Power grid failure, consoles. Surely you Starfleeters have learned your lesson in that by now. Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ Of course! I was just trying to get someone's attention. ::stops messing with the console:: Can you give me a report on your system status? Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: They really got burned on an aftermarket AI personality, didn't they? William Chocox: @ Yes they did. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +Admiran+ My :: finger quotes implied :: "system status" is rather cranky and tired of eating the crap they're handing out at the relief shelters. But I was asked to help you, so here I am, or at least all of me that you're going to get while you're thousands of clicks away. Tandaris Admiran: @::penny drops:: Oh, sorry. Voice coming from a console, naturally assumed you were... synthetic. Wait, are you synthetic? You did mention eating … but then again … Tandaris Admiran: @ ::waves his hand:: Anyway, synthetic, organic. We are here to help get to the bottom of your grid failure. William Chocox: @ Occam's Razor sir. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: Good point. Probably organic then. Synthetics usually aren't this... ornery sounding. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ Yes, we wouldn't want any repeats, would we. :: almost sounds amused :: Well, what are you waiting for? Start detecting. If you have any questions about gel or how it's integrated in the system, ask. If it's a purely mechanical engineering matter, I assume you know your ass from a shuttlepod already. William Chocox: @ I have a little bit of experience with overloaded power systems. Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ And how may we address you? Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning someone's knee :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ Dazim. Just Dazim. Didn't your own people tell you? This is why I hate dealing with Starfleet and their mumblemumble :: out of distance of the comm unit grumbling continues :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::departs Tennessee with materiel going to the primary grid control center::: William Chocox: @ How were we supposed to know that? Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ My own people tell me lots of things. I mostly don't bother to listen. Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: See if you can start accessing whatever passes for system logs around here and find us the logs leading up to the incident time. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::gets working:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ :: doesn't bother to mute his mic, and various clanks, clunks, bangs and the occasional curse continue to filter through the console Admiran chose :: Tandaris Admiran: @::Chocox:: In particular, I want to know if there was a specific location the failure began, or if it was simultaneous across the entire grid. Hunter Matheson: @ ::on approach, notices the mess they have to negotiate to land and hovers for a while as they sort things out with the loadmaster chief:: William Chocox: @ On it. William Chocox: @ ::works on getting through the logs:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sealing a cut :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::sets down in an area that actually has room to offload:: Tandaris Admiran: @::knows very little about bioneural tech, but having been a doctor with a specialty in neurology in a past life, he thinks he can wing it:: Tandaris Admiran: @+Dazim+ So, Dazim, prior to the failure, was there anything weird happening with the bioneural circuitry? Any warning signs? Some sickness? Tandaris Admiran: @::taps on his combadge, then on his tricorder a few times, while he waits for a response:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> +A+ :: grumbles his way back into mic range :: I know about as much as you do, although overhearing the other various and sundry academics around these parts that there had been an alert of some sort at the nearby gel production plant before this part of the grid fried. William Chocox: @ Thank you! ::focuses his attention there:: Tandaris Admiran: @::tap tap:: Ah-hah! Got you. Tandaris Admiran: @::turns to Chocox:: Carry on. I'll be back. ::thinks:: Maybe. Tandaris Admiran: @::taps combadge again:: Energize. William Chocox: @ Aye sir. ::is immune to Tandy's weirdness at this point:: Rhan K'hal: :: meanwhile, aboard the ship, gets a response from 39 Tango about the request that Hawthorne had tagged - shoots it off to her and Swain before heading off to lunch :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::waiting for them to offload, he wanders the area, checking it out::: Tandaris Admiran: @::dematerializes and then rematerializes in Dazim's workshop(?), having traced the comm signal:: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: hears a transporter beam, looks over at the materializing Trill with his arms full of various fried lab equipment :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::and just happens to find Cho busy at the console, doing the boss's work::: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Make yourself at home, why don't you? :: a very pale blonde, almost white-furred Cait, with flyaway hair and a short scrawny build scowls over at Tandy :: William Chocox: @ Greetings Mr. Matheson. Tandaris Admiran: @::looks around the crowded room, coughs slightly:: It's so messy! Tandaris Admiran: @::flashes a grin at Dazim:: I love it already! Hunter Matheson: @ Hey, Sir. You alone down here? William Chocox: @ Commander Admiran is around somewhere. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Oh, you'd love it if your lab exploded and you'd have to clean up, piece together your research and start over, would you? :: tosses a crispy gelpack at him :: Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> If you enjoy it so much, YOU clean it up. Hunter Matheson: @ ::he nods, looking around:: nasty mess here. Think it's even fixable? Cptn Swain: (( two minute warning )) Tandaris Admiran: @::catches the gelpack and begins sniffing it:: I don't know if I'd say I *love* it, but I've gotten used to it at this point. Indaura Ryssan: :: more healing :: William Chocox: @ Few things are unfixable. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> Now that you've invaded my privacy, without my approval I will add, either make your intent known or I'll shoot you. It's legal here, you know. Tandaris Admiran: @ I made the mistake, you see, of teaching my assistant how to blow things up. ::shakes his head:: Of my regrets in this lifetime, that is but one. Hunter Matheson: @ Guess that's why you're the engineer and I just drive. William Chocox: @ I can teach you, at least the basics. Hakran K'hal: @Dazim> :: looks around, wondering where that disruptor got to in the mess :: Hunter Matheson: @ Uh... ::holding up a hand:: that's okay, sir. I'm good with flying. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  5. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole. Medical is serving as overflow triage for the Seacole, while operations assist with the transfer of heavy equipment to both the Tennessee Valley and the surface. Commander Adarius Stewart has beamed over from the Tennessee Valley to brief Engineering on the situation on the surface. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping more of the low priority patients :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::showing signs of having slept very little over the last several days, the tall, blonde-haired commander made his way towards engineering:: William Chocox: ::is in engineering:: Tandaris Admiran: ::in engineering, has replicated some refreshments:: Rhan K'hal: :: up on Deck A, borrowing the TIC because there's too many things going to too many places to keep track of on the bridge :: William Chocox: Hors d'oeurves? Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::enters engineering, an assistant in tow, and carrying several PADDs:: Hunter Matheson: ::monitoring the offloading, checking the manifest::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: I figure they've probably had a tough few days, could use some welcoming. Hakran K'hal: :: with his eyes doing much better now, taking advantage of the time to read up on the various biological gels AVII produces to understand how it works a bit better :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda was waiting in engineering, as well, wanting to hear what Stewart had to say on the situation. Trying to stay out of Tandy's affairs was difficult. She kept spotting 'special projects' of his or Will's that she wanted to confiscate or disassemble.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Rounds the corner into main engineering, smiles haggardly towards the Excalibur staff:: William Chocox: Hello. Tandaris Admiran: ::lays down the last tray of food on top of a quiescent "special project", one of several he had deliberately left out for Miranda to see so that she wouldn't suspect what he was really up to:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Morning... or is it afternoon? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> More incoming wounded were beamed to medical and secondary triage. William Chocox: Time is relative. Lunch time doubly so. Tandaris Admiran: Hello, Commander Stewart. I'm Commander Admiran. This is Commander Hawthorne, Lieutenant Chocox. Indaura Ryssan: This is a lot of people... :: examines a new person :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Nods:: This is my assistant Petty Officer Collie. Hunter Matheson: @ ::deep in discussion with the bay chief and CENG regarding supplies::: William Chocox: Greetings. Cptn Swain: Stewart> I've been put in charge of getting something resembling a working power grid up and running. ::Sighs:: It's been going about as well as you might imagine. Rhan K'hal: :: discusses the potential in-seat time for the pilots with LCdr d'Aubigne, and whether or not to start shorting their time now so they can be back in rotation faster than working them up to limits - no way the transfers will continue on without any hitches :: Cptn Swain: Stewart> My people are working double time on that. ::Shakes his head:: Whole thing is about as messy as Kovian spider-rat nest. Tandaris Admiran: What are your current priorities and where best can we send personnel to help you out? Indaura Ryssan: :: Scanning someone's leg :: Maryse Dubois: ::Stepping out of her office, she returns to main sickbay.:: I understand more wounded are beaming over. ::Begins assisting a patient.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Nods:: My people know how to rebuild a power network, but what we could use and what Captain Charen has asked me to request your assistance with is looking into what caused the explosion in the first place. Cptn Swain: Stewart> We've got some ideas... based on the kind of damage that was done ... but we've barely had time to even consider them. Cptn Swain: Stewart> Normally we'd have the locals take the lead on this, but they're in over their head. Some of their best people were severely injured or killed in the initial explosions. William Chocox: Some might say that we're good at explosions. Cptn Swain: Collie> ::lifts a brow:: Maryse Dubois: ((Considering you cause most of them.)) Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Glances to Miranda and Admiran:: I can tell you what we know so far, if that helps. William Chocox: ((You blow up one EPS system.)) Maryse Dubois: ((And make a bomb)) Cptn Swain: (( You came very, very close to us having a new ship! )) Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) William Chocox: ((Let's not get tangled up with who blew up whom.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, it would. Something like this doesn't just... happen... unless there's faulty equipment or faulty people. Hunter Matheson: @ ::taking a good look at the planetary situation::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Treating a burn :: Maryse Dubois: ::Finishes with her patient and then moves to a computer terminal. She brings up a status report for the Triage units.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::decides on coords, then hops aboard the Alkaid, powers up, and engages the com:: +Excal+ Matheson aboard Alkaid to Excalibur. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::Takes a PADD from Collie:: Yeah. As I said we haven't been able to spend a lot of time working out the details but we do have a rough timeline of events. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Hunter+ Go ahead, Alkaid. William Chocox: Alright. Cptn Swain: Stewart> The planet utilizes a somewhat complex network of M/AM, hyrdo, and geothermal energy stations networked across the planet with three different EPS subsystems. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Alkaid has been directed to coordinates 25.2744 S by 133.7751 E for a supply drop. It's dicey on planet. I will report on arrival. How copy? Cptn Swain: Stewart> They had been in the process of replacing one of the older subsystems with a newer one supplied by the Federation, but work had largely been stalled as the weather in the region it was located had been rather, monsoon-like. Hunter Matheson: @ :::discussing the situation with an engineer while they power up::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Nearest we can tell, the overload began in the "middle aged" of the three systems, which is some kind of indigenous design that utilizes their bio-neural technology. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Hunter+ Acknowledged. Contact subspace frequency 3145.87 for planetary arrivals. Your departure and destination is logged in system. Safe flight. Cptn Swain: Stewart> The reaction quickly spread across all three systems and well, there you have it. Tandaris Admiran: How different is their bio-neural tech from ours? Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+Subspace frequency 3145, aye. Copy Excal. Departing Tennessee. Hunter Matheson: @ ::checks the engineering crew, and receiving a thumbs up, Alkaid departs re FOps::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> :scrunches his face:: In some ways very little, and some ways very much. They've been using bio-neural technology a lot longer than we have. Some of these sections are three, four decades old. Hunter Matheson: @ ::smooth liftoff and they're out of the bay::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Four decades of bio-neutral power networks? ::Miranda blinked in surprise.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Since we can't be sure exactly what triggered the overload, we've been essentially bypassing their distribution systems. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::nods:: They also have a somewhat... cavalier attitude towards... testing of systems, near as we can tell. Cptn Swain: Stewart> They have far fewer regulations than you'd expect if this were a Federation colony. The running pool among my people is that what ever it was that caused the overload was caused by that. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::shrugs:: Tandaris Admiran: ::perks up at the mention of "cavalier attitude towards testing of systems":: Hunter Matheson: @ ::as they enter the lower atmosphere, the planet looks pretty normal::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> The local authorities also suggested we work with some Federation scientist that's been working on the planet for sometime now. Dazim something or other. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What's his specialty? Cptn Swain: Stewart> I haven't had time to connect with him, but Collie will forward you his information. Cptn Swain: Collie> Bio-neural networks, I think. They weren't very forthcoming on that front -- and I haven't had time to cross-check his references with Starfleet yet. Cptn Swain: Collie> ::Hands Miranda a PADD with a communications frequency:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::but it's way beyond normal as they approach the clearing::: Cptn Swain: Stewart> Well, I think that's about it. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances at the padd and uses it to send a query to Excalibur OPs to see what they could find on Dazim.:: Cptn Swain: Stewart> I appreciate your help on this, as I said my people are working overtime just get power back up -- but if you need anything let us know. Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: sees the request, acknowledges it but has to put it aside for the moment while coordinating transports from the Mary S. :: William Chocox: Will do. Tandaris Admiran: Thank you for everything. Cptn Swain: Stewart> Collie will be your contact, I'll be in a remote area for the next day or so working on installing a new generator for one of the settlements. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Alkaid to Excalibur, request you paint us in case we get lost. It's a pretty bad mess down here, so touchdown will not be designated coordinates. I say again, touchdown will not be designated coordinates. How copy? Tandaris Admiran: We'll be in touch as we investigate. Cptn Swain: Stewart> ::nods to the Excal folks, as does Collie before heading off:: William Chocox: So, fun times it seems. Rhan K'hal: :: chuckles up in the TIC :: +Hunter+ You're being tracked by all 3 Starfleet ships, not to mention the planet's civil and military sats, Gunny. You won't get lost. Tandaris Admiran: Time to do some reading up on bioneural technology William Chocox: Even more fun. Hunter Matheson: @ +Excal+ Copy, Excal. Just being safe. Losing a transport shuttle doesn't look good on the resume. Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: in a momentary lull, sends off a search request back to 39 Tango to look for this Dazim in Starfleet records for a first check :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping more patients :: Tandaris Admiran: ::Hawthorne:: We're going to want to go on-site and start running some tests. William Chocox: ::pulls up his "light" reading:: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over to d'A :: It must amuse you to no end to borrow such a cautious pilot to go along the rest of your acrobats. Hunter Matheson: @ +COM+ Excalibur OPS, Alkaid wheels down 10 clicks south of the original position. Sending coordinates. Cptn Swain: D'A> ::nods with a cheshire grin:: Rhan K'hal: FOps> +Hunter+ :: pings back :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nods and pushed off from her lean.: Take a team, don't go anywhere alone. Remember that this area isn't policed by the Federation. They have their own rules and customs. Hunter Matheson: @ ::SOP, the reason he's in the Corps and not a squid::: Rhan K'hal: Ops> :: gets a return from the 39 Tango computer that there are no matches in current or former Starfleet personnel with the name Dazim; re-works the search terms to expand to a full Federation-wide search, cross-referenced with bio-neural gel :: I hope the Commander didn't want an answer today, that's going to take a while. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: :: treats a head wound :: That's a nasty bump.. Cptn Swain: TWO MINUTE WARNING Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Ens Jones to Cdr Hawthorne. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Ops+ Hawthorne. Go ahead. Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Whoever this Dazim is, wasn't in Starfleet. I've tasked a search back at 39 Tango but with nothing more to go on than that for a full Federation search... unless he's made major headlines I wouldn't expect anything back for a while. Hunter Matheson: @ :::checks stability and access points before powering down to hot standby::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Ops+ Understood. Tell them to keep a query running. If something pops, I want to know. Cptn Swain: ...AND.... Rhan K'hal: Ops> +Miranda+ Aye, Commander. Hunter Matheson: @ ::and the engineers take over the heavy lifting, trying to find an area that's mostly stable to offload::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  6. SD 1001.2017 Engineering has decamped to the planet to begin investigating the cause of the planet-wide power failure. Medical is continuing to assist with triage overflow. Operations and flight are working to assist in delivery of supplies.
  7. SD 0924.2017 Excalibur is assisting two other Federation vessels aiding the recovery of Alpha Veras II, which has suffered a catastrophic failure of its power network. Excalibur's medical team continues to serve as over-flow triage, while operations and flight crew help ferry supplies from the Tennessee Valley and the Excalibur to the surface. Engineering has been tasked with investigating the original failure of the power grid.
  8. SD 0917.2017 The Excalibur is in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole. Medical is serving as overflow triage for the Seacole, while operations assist with the transfer of heavy equipment to both the Tennessee Valley and the surface. Commander Adarius Stewart has beamed over from the Tennessee Valley to brief Engineering on the situation on the surface.
  9. MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole in relief efforts following a catastrophic systems failure in the planetary power grid. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::helm:: William Chocox: ::engineering:: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters engineering, looks around:: Hunter Matheson: Coming into orbit, Captain. ::tap:: Geosync? William Chocox: Hello Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge at mission ops, ready for the craziness of cargo transfers :: Hunter Matheson: ::will be surprised if they have coms:: Cptn Swain: Put us into standard orbit. Coordinate with the Tennessee and the Seacole. ::sipping at tea:: Hunter Matheson: Standard orbit, aye. Contacting Tennessee and Seacole for coordination. Cptn Swain: ::He was less than thrilled about a resupply mission, hoping instead for something a little more, well, science-y. Though he was sure after their last science mission, most of the crew was perfectly happy with a mundane task like dropping off some power generators and water tanks.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Do you have your shopping list ready? Maryse Dubois: ::Walking around sickbay, checking a couple things.:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters sickbay :: William Chocox: I sent it off when were on shore leave. Rhan K'hal: :: gets in on the conference call with the other two ships :: William Chocox: Or is this a separate shopping list? Hunter Matheson: ::as he continues to work:: They request an orbit between them, sir. Verification? Cptn Swain: ::Waves a hand idly:: Tandaris Admiran: ::gives Chocox a look:: So eager to build explosives, yet so much still left to learn. Tandaris Admiran: Mr. Chocox, Alpha Veras II is not in Federation space. Maryse Dubois: ::Hears the door swoosh open. She turns to see one of the K'hal brothers.:: Hakran. Need something? William Chocox: Oh...? Ooooh. Hunter Matheson: Establishing orbit, synchronous with Tennessee and Seacole, Tennessee takes the lead, sir. Hunter Matheson: Standard spacing. Tandaris Admiran: Exactly. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: I think I need an eye fix, getting some headaches and doubled vision. :: sighs :: I never would've imagined being a department head would require this much reading of entirely mundane material. Cptn Swain: (( and not just normal explosives. i suggest going to mem alpha for "biomemetic gel" lol )) Rhan K'hal: :: having a quick-fire conversation with the operations managers on the Tenn. and Mary S. :: Tandaris Admiran: You don’t think I’ve helped get us out of so many tight scrapes using entirely legitimate materiel, do you? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda sat in her usual seat, data padd in hand as she reviewed the supplies they had on hand, their regular inventory had been distributed. They had plenty of emergency supplies to get rid of, however.:: Tandaris Admiran: ::practically rubbing his hands together:: Black market havens like these are a valuable resource. William Chocox: I would be even more impressed if you were able to do what you do solely with legal equipment. Indaura Ryssan: :: Medical, where else? :: Cptn Swain: ::Sipping tea and looking over his latest entry in his official log, wondering if he was being too obvious about preferring Excalibur not be sent on milk runs:: Hunter Matheson: Orbit established. Rhan K'hal: :: begins downloading the detailed sitrep, along with charts, diagrams and maps :: Hunter Matheson: Stationkeeping. Indaura Ryssan: :: Doing paperwork, or screen work :: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles, patting a seat next to a device sitting on a small table.:: Have a seat. I'll be right back. Hakran K'hal: :: nods again, and sits :: Rhan K'hal: :: looks over the manifest sent over from the Tenn. about what needs to go where and when - forwards the initial prep orders to the cargo bays and shuttlebay :: Maryse Dubois: ::Walks off to a side room. She grabs a couple more instruments and returns to Hakran, sitting opposite him.:: Lean forward and place your chin on the pad. ::Indicating to the device on the table.:: William Chocox: I'll make sure I have my list ready. Rhan K'hal: :: takes a second to do a full feliniod stretch :: This is almost like being on shore leave, having someone else doing all the hard work for a change. Cptn Swain: ::Smirks over his PADD at Rhan:: I assumed you'd enjoy that part. Hakran K'hal: :: leans in, takes an extra moment to get his chin comfortable thanks to his slightly pointed chin beard :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Incoming message from the Mary Seacole requesting Excalibur medical to take some of their less critical overflow patients. Rhan K'hal: :: leans forward at the comm :: The Mary Seacole wants to transfer some patients. Tandaris Admiran: Good. Once the recovery efforts are well underway, we should have some time to acquire some goods. Maryse Dubois: ::Activates the device, which takes imaging scans of both eyes. She leans in, looking at the images.:: Have you been drinking a lot of caffeine? Indaura Ryssan: :: Acknowledges the request and gives the go ahead :: William Chocox: And how do we get them back here? Hakran K'hal: No, Rhan is the champion at sucking down coffee. I usually stick to water. Indaura Ryssan: Incoming patients everyone :: to the others :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Tennessee Valley signals to Excalibur they need some of the heavy equipment transferred via shuttle due to their transporters being overwhelmed. Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: There are always ways. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods with a slight smile.:: He does love his coffee. Have you been having trouble sleeping? ::Takes a small handheld device, holding it over one eye for a few seconds and then repeats for the other.:: William Chocox: I'll leave it in your capable hands. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Nods to Rhan.:: Contact the Mary Seacole know that we are available for incoming patients. Coordinate with medical to set up a secondary triage area. Hunter Matheson: ::conferring with Tork::: Rhan K'hal: Aye, Commander. :: acks the Mary S. :: Rhan K'hal: +Indaura+ I'm patching you through directly with the Mary Seacole so you can organize the transfers. Indaura Ryssan: :: Starts to arrange for more patients :: Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ K'hal to Engineering. The Tennessee needs some of the big boys transferred via shuttle. I'll get the mules started, but thought you'd want a heads up in case you want to oversee. William Chocox: +Rhan+ Thank K'hal. Hakran K'hal: Only if I've been reading too late, then I have to wait for the standard analgesic to kick in. Rhan K'hal: :: contacts said mules and fills them in :: Rhan K'hal: :: finishes the full download from the Tenn. :: Captain, Commander - transferring the latest sitrep and info to you. :: does so with a flourish :: Maryse Dubois: Well it looks like you had some irritation. Maybe you were exposed to something on station that gave you a reaction. Hold still and try not to blink. ::Uses a small device similar to a hypo and sprays a fine mist into both eyes.:: Give that a couple minutes and things should start to clear up. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over to Miranda:: I am going to head down to astrometrics and look over some things. Maybe get a sandwich. Cptn Swain: ::Makes a motion to the viewscreen:: All yours. Hakran K'hal: :: slight smile :: Not blinking is my species specialty. Thank you, Doctor. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She glanced up from her padd and nodded.:: Of course, Captain. I'll inform you of any important developments. Rhan K'hal: :: transfers his interface to his oversized padd and starts prowling the bridge while he continues to track things; smiles at how deftly Swain just handed over the drudgery to Hawthorne :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Preparing :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ Let sickbay know when we will be receiving new guests. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mary Seacole CMO> +Indaura+ We've got thirty patients that need tending. Most have minor plasma burns from a string of overloaded power conduits. Do you need time to set up triage or can we transfer them now? Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: All done then. Let me know if you start to have trouble again. Cptn Swain: ::Nods as he disappears into the lift and heads to astrometrics:: Hakran K'hal: Thank you, Doctor. I'll get out from under your feet, it sounds like you'll be busy shortly. Hunter Matheson: ::finalizing a few reports, especially flight log::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: Indeed. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up at "overloaded power conduits"::: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Once the Tennessee Valley has the rest of our equipment aboard, I want you coordinating the repair teams we're lending to the effort. William Chocox: Aye sir. Rhan K'hal: :: figures the direct comm transfer to sickbay answers Indaura's question nicely, so continues to read through the info himself while nothing else is beeping at him :: Indaura Ryssan: +Bridge+ You can start sending them now. Cptn Swain: D'Aubugine> +Hunter+ Flight deck to Matheson. Hunter Matheson: +COM+ Matheson here. Go ahead. Cptn Swain: D'A> +Hunter+ We're a little short handed on the flight crew on people certified for these cargo shuttles, we were still waiting for some new hands when we shipped out. Care to come down and give us a hand? Hunter Matheson: ::his head ticks toward aux helm, Tork, and Tork nods::: Rhan K'hal: :: gives the Mary S. the transporter coordinates and delay spread for a 30 patient transfer :: Hunter Matheson: +D'A+ On my way. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Mary Seacole transports the first batch of patients directly to sickbay. Hunter Matheson: ::passes helm to Tork, nods to Hawthorne, then exits, taking the lift to shuttle bay::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Sees them appear :: Come this way, each take a biobed please. Hakran K'hal: :: heads to astrometrics after getting word that the Captain has invaded :: William Chocox: ((Brb, gotta power cycle the internet.)) Hunter Matheson: ::stepping out of the lift, he meets the bay chief, reviews a few things, grabs his gear, and heads toward the Alkaid::: Rhan K'hal: :: Miranda :: The Tennessee has good people, but they're seriously spread thin on personnel already. I have a feeling Ensign Winter's goldfish may be in charge of engineering up here by the time we pitch ours in. Hakran K'hal: :: enters astrometrics :: William Chocox: ((And I think I'm back.)) Hunter Matheson: ;;protective gear in place, he takes the manifest from the cargo chief, reviews it, and checks status to be sure they are securely attached to the rods:: Tandaris Admiran: ((Welcome back)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Watches Matheson go and makes a mental note to have a word with D'Aubugine about appropriating her bridge crew without consulting with her first. Glancing to Rhan, she quirked a brow.:: Probably. But that's why we have auxiliary staff. The ship can run with a skeleton crew for a bit, if needed. William Chocox: ((I'd very much like to stop misclicking. :P )) Maryse Dubois: ::Goes to assist with the new arrivals.:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods :: Of course. Just thinking about making a little gold uniform for a goldfish makes me smile. Cptn Swain: ::Having decamped to astrometrics with a fresh cup of tea, looking over some new data:: Hunter Matheson: ::signs off on the manifest and it's transferred to his PADD, then he signs in with his second and begins preflight powerup::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She snorted, thinking about Rhan getting hungry while on duty and snacking on the little goldfish in the tiny gold uniform.:: Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Shuttle Alkaid ready to depart. ::secures the hatch::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just keep yourself healthy, Mister K'hal. You may have an unlimited supply of brothers, but none of them could do what you do so well. Rhan K'hal: On a more serious note, reading between the lines, it looks like the Tennessee people haven't much of a clue as to what happened yet. They're more interested in fixing than diagnosing, admittedly. Rhan K'hal: Well, brothers not so unlimited, but cousins... yeah I lost count of those a long time ago. Hakran K'hal: :: walks up to Swain :: Anything we can do for you, Captain? Or are you involved in a very time-consuming enterprise that will keep you here indefinitely? Hunter Matheson: FOPS> Cleared for departure, corridor zero two five. Rhan K'hal: (( oops, sorry Hunter, missed that one )) Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Just looking over some old research I haven't had much time to work on. Don't mind me. Hunter Matheson: +FOPS+ Copy, Flight Ops, Corridor zero two five. Departing now. Hunter Matheson: ::slow liftoff, slight pivot as he checks shuttle load balance, then departs::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Patients> ::As previously said, they were mostly burn victims, though a few had minor bone fractures and concussions.:: Hunter Matheson: @ ::headed to Alpha Verus II::: Cptn Swain: (( Two Minute Warning )) Hakran K'hal: :: slight smile :: Understood, sir. :: glances at the semi-permanent astrometrics officer, jerks head to the door :: Hakran K'hal: :: after evacuating astrometrics with the other officer, gestures down the hallway :: Now's as good a time as any for you to get some cross-department training in. Talk to Commander Augustin. Indaura Ryssan: :: Helping victims of burns and such :: Hakran K'hal: :: heads back to his own office to do some more reading, this time on the mission - hopefully headache free thanks to the doc :: Hunter Matheson: @ ::as they descend, he chats with the loadmaster for the best area to set down, given the status of their grid and the possibilities of damage on planet::: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. SD 0910.2017 The Excalibur is arriving in orbit of Alpha Veras II, where they have been sent to assist the USS Tennessee Valley and the USS Mary Seacole in relief efforts following a catastrophic systems failure in the planetary power grid.
  11. MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur's crew has unexpectedly had their leave aboard Starbase 39 Tango cut short and everyone has been recalled to the ship. Select staff members (that's all of you) have been ordered to attend a briefing in the bridge-level conference room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::walks into the conference room:: Hunter Matheson: ::spit and polish uniform, he enters the conference room::: Rhan K'hal: :: enters the conference room looking rather grumpy - not so much from the leave cancellation, but the likelihood that all his hard work with the special request procurements will probably be for nothing :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stood by one of the windows in the conference room, waiting on everyone to enter. Swain's seat was empty.:: Hakran K'hal: :: follows his brother in :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the room, quietly taking a seat.:: Hunter Matheson: ::standing by a chair until the commander sits::: Rhan K'hal: :: plops into his usual seat :: Hakran K'hal: :: also sits, feeling slightly uncomfortable because he's still not used to being a department head :: Tandaris Admiran: ::enters the conference room:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Seeing most everyone was in attendance, she took Swain's chair.:: Our Captain is currently in conference with Starfleet and has asked me to do this briefing. As you know, shoreleave has been cut short. Excalibur has been assigned to the Paimpont sector, which borders Romulan, Breen, and Xindi space. Hunter Matheson: ::sits:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: While we intended to start our tour there after a short rest and restock here, an emergency situation has come up that needs our attention. Rhan K'hal: :: pulls up his mental map, and when he locates their destination on it, looks a bit grumpier :: William Chocox: Are we still getting a resupply? Tandaris Admiran: ::frowns, wondering what sort of emergency was serious enough to have them sent on such short notice:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Roughly a week ago, Alpha Veras II, an independent world located within the Paimpont sector experienced a catastrophic failure of its power grid. While they are not a Federation world, our trade with them is very important. They're the primary source of the Federation's bioneural and biomemetic gel. William Chocox: Hm. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Chocox.:: Yes, I'll address that shortly. Hunter Matheson: ::red flag goes up at the bioneural and biomemetic gel source::: Maryse Dubois: :;Takes out a PADD from her coat pocket and begins tapping on it as she listens.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The USS Tennessee Valley, an engineering corps vessel, and the USS Mary Seacole, a medical ship, have both been dispatched there. We will be bringing in other relief items and supplies that they have requested. William Chocox: Ok. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Questions thus far? Rhan K'hal: Any signs of life from the Xindi or Breen? Both would probably love to pounce on a weakness like this. Hunter Matheson: ::waits for her to answer K'hal::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: No activity, as of yet, but they have previously shown interest in this sector. Hunter Matheson: Did the grid fail suddenly, and do we have any idea how or why the power grid went down? Rhan K'hal: :: pulls out his PADD and mutters something about scrounging up extra torpedoes :: William Chocox: So...essentially we're going into what may become a hotspot? Hunter Matheson: ::thinks that's pretty much a given:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We do not yet have that information, Gunny. The investigation is ongoing, and I'm sure we will be asked to aid in that, as well. Hunter Matheson: ::mentally files that info::: Tandaris Admiran: Sounds like a very relaxing mission compared to some of our latest. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She nodded to Chocox.:: Besides the Breen and the Xindi, the Romulans have a trade agreement in place with one of the major factions and have set up a military presence within their controlled space. Rhan K'hal: The Kaedwan. :: nods :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I mean, it isn't a planet that is trying to kill you with acid rain, but the people certainly might. ::To Tandaris.:: Hunter Matheson: Factions, ma'am? How many factions are we dealing with? Hakran K'hal: :: sits, silently absorbing everything :: Maryse Dubois: The Breen typically stay to themselves and are very territorial. As long as they weren't provoked, they shouldn't pose a problem. We have been diplomatically cordial with at least most of the Xindi races. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The Romulan trade with the Kaedwan Confederation. The Federation deals with the Tamarn Empire. There are others, but those are the two most powerful. Alpha Veras II is under Tamarn control. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We hope that remains true, Doctor. William Chocox: The Breen typically stay to themselves, until someone offers them something better. Rhan K'hal: So how much time do I have to try to stuff the cargo bays to the gills before we have to leave? Maryse Dubois: ((Are the Tamarn a new race, or do you mean Tamarians? And if so do we have to speak in metaphors? )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We will be departing within the hour, but the station has already been ordered to double-time our own orders along with supplies for the mission. They have been doing as much while the crew was on shoreleave. You have been recalled because they are almost done. William Chocox: ((Shaka, when the walls fell.)) Rhan K'hal: I'm sure Commader El Tahir loved that. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( They are not Tamarians, though I'm sure Swain would love learning metaphors.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ((And making up his own.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She looked around the room.:: Any other questions? Concerns? Maryse Dubois: ((lol)) Hunter Matheson: No, ma'am. :::ready to kick butt::: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes her head no.:: Rhan K'hal: Concerns? Oh let me count the ways. But nothing that hasn't already gone through your own mind, Commander. Hakran K'hal: :: shakes head :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Indeed. ::Nodding in agreement.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If there is nothing further, then you are dismissed to make your preparations for departure. William Chocox: Aye ma'am. Hunter Matheson: ::stands:: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: nods, rises with his nose already immersed in his padd, tapping away energetically at it as he walks out of the conference room on autopilot :: Maryse Dubois: ::Stands and straighten her lab coat. She follows Rhan out.:: I guess we'll have to settle for dinner in the mess hall sometime. Rhan K'hal: Yeah. Our dinner plans never seem to materialize before something blows up, figuratively or literally. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to the engineers :: My department will likely be split between assisting you and medical on this one. Let me know what you need. William Chocox: Will do. Hunter Matheson: ::already at helm, checking for quality of repair, any upgrades, anything changed::: Hunter Matheson: :::slips below, checking the chip configuration, the quality of replacements, etc::: Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: It's kind of expected now a days. Hunter Matheson: ::satisfied, he begins full diagnostics, requesting a record of any and all changes and/or upgrades::: Rhan K'hal: Maybe we'll have a miracle and this mission will go perfectly normal. And maybe the Pakled will sprout wings and fly. William Chocox: ::heads out of the conference room towards Engineering:: Hakran K'hal: :: heads off to the bridge and parks himself at the science station :: Hunter Matheson: ::forwards the information to Bravo and Charlie shifts::: Tandaris Admiran: ::catches up with Chocox:: Make sure you start on your list right away. William Chocox: Aye, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::After collecting her things, she followed the others out of the conference room and took the Captain's chair on the bridge.:: Rhan K'hal: :: slips into the seat at Mission Ops, transfers his padd work over to it and continues without a hitch :: Maryse Dubois: I already knew it was going to be bad when Romulan, Breen, and Xindi were put into the same sentence. Hakran K'hal: Since Rhan is busy checking the luggage, I'll get in touch with the Tennessee Valley and try to get a link going with them for up-to-the-minute information on the grid. Hunter Matheson: ::then he begins to page through reports, making sure his baby was not mistreated in any way::: Hakran K'hal: Rhan> :: rolls eyes at his brother's statement, but happily leaves him to it :: Having that many in the same sentence does put everyone on their best behavior. A 4-way war wouldn't even make Klingons happy. Hunter Matheson: ::stops, takes a good look at the console, then mutters something not very nice and begins reconfiguration to original::: Rhan K'hal: :: glance over Hunter's way, chuckles :: I really need to replicate a "Do Not Disturb" sign for him to hang off the helm when we dock somewhere. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::stows the padd, checks replacement gear, then begins preflight check::: Hakran K'hal: Doctor Dubois. My biologists aren't going to have anything else to do on a mission like this, so when you need them for grunt work, just whistle. Maryse Dubois: ::Giggles.:: But that would take the fun out of it. ::Gives Rhan a gentle pat on the shoulder.:: I better get down below. Talk to you later. Hunter Matheson: ::remarkably able to hear Rhan's comment:: Well, sir. You treat her like a lady and she'll act like one. ::winks in his direction:: Rhan K'hal: :: smiles :: Happy unpacking all the med supplies. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: and... Rhan K'hal: :: grins at Hunter :: I'm not calling her Ms. Excalibur. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  12. SD 0903.2017 Excalibur's crew has unexpectedly had their leave aboard Starbase 39 Tango cut short and everyone has been recalled to the ship. Select staff members (that's all of you) have been ordered to attend a briefing in the bridge-level conference room.
  13. SD 0827.2017 While the Excalibur continues with repairs and loading provisions at Starbase 39 Tango, the crew enjoys shoreleave aboard the station.
  14. MISSION BRIEF: While the Excalibur continues with repairs and loading provisions at Starbase 39 Tango, the crew enjoys shoreleave aboard the station. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::flaked out on a bunk somewhere onstation::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: wandering around the Starbase, exploring the different areas and taking in the different sights and personnel :: Maryse Dubois: ::Checking out a few shops in the shopping district,:: Hunter Matheson: ::feels a poke:: Go away. Cptn Swain: ::In one of the open air cafes, enjoying tea:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: comes to a large bay window that looks out on Excalibur undergoing its repairs and stops to take in the vessel before him :: Hunter Matheson: ::doused with ice water, he bolts from the rack and decks the perp::: Indaura Ryssan: :: drinking and watching the crowds :: Hunter Matheson: ::and when he's fully awake, he's staring down his former CO:: Sir! ::snaps up::: Maryse Dubois: ::Browsing one of the perfume stalls.:: Hunter Matheson: Globodczk> ::hearty laugh, enjoying his embarrassment:: Hunter Matheson: Globodczk> Hey, Gunny. Guess you're awake now. ::is helped to his feet::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: after a moment of viewing, shakes his head with admiring disbelief and heads off to the various shops aboard the base :: Cptn Swain: ::After a long moment of simply watching, Asher stood and headed off:: +Khal+ Swain to Hakaran. Indaura Ryssan: :: Catching up on messages from home :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Photos, text... :: Atos Ch'kivar: :: browses in individual shops, taking note of unfamiliar items to research later :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  15. MISSION BRIEF: The Romulans cloaked and (presumably) headed back to the neutral zone, Excalibur retrieved its missing crew, and recalled its fighters, moving on from the planetary survey and leaving it to more capable (and forewarned) hands. After a couple days travel to Starbase 39 Tango, they're now within communication range of the station. The plan is to resupply, recover from their recent ordeal, and give the grew a bit of rest and relaxation before the next mission. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: in his office, finishing off the last of the preliminary reports from his sub-section chiefs :: Cptn Swain: (Sorry for being late, GOT ran long and had to reboot) Indaura Ryssan: brb Rhan K'hal: :: on the bridge, comments to whoever happens to have the chair :: Coming into communication range of 39 Tango. Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, doing his thing, turns to whoever has the conn:: Entering 39T space. Maryse Dubois: ::Walking around Sickbay with a PADD in hand.:: Hunter Matheson: Dropping from warp ::leaving out the "before we crash into it because that doesn't look good on the resume"::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::In her normal chair, she nodded.:: Hail them with request to dock. Atos Ch'kivar: :: on the bridge, seated at the auxiliary tactical station, running checks and making sure systems are operating smoothly :: William Chocox: ::leaning against his console in Engineering:: Have we ever had a normal mission? Hunter Matheson: Requesting docking instructions. Hunter Matheson: Entering approach corridor Charlie. Indaura Ryssan: :: in Medical :: Hunter Matheson: ::slips in line for docking::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Starbase 39 Tango is in visual range. Unlike our old haunt, Camelot, it is Spacedock style station, but of the larger variety. We'll get to do the cool inside docking scene. Hunter Matheson: ::and notices how big this baby is next to the other ships and gives just a hint of a smirk::: Hakran K'hal: :: rubs a paw over the bridge of his muzzle, comments to himself with a wince :: I'm going to have to replicate a pair of readers. Indaura Ryssan: I can't wait to leave the artificial air of Excalibur for the artificial air of the station. Atos Ch'kivar: :: lets out a low whistle as he takes in the station, fingers still keying in commands :: Cptn Swain: ::Exits the lift onto his bridge:: Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: We could all use rest. Hunter Matheson: Request for docking gets us berth... 27 Delta Echo. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Mister K'hal, send request to all departments for supply orders. Rhan K'hal: :: supports Hunter in making sure all of the docking systems are go with light taps on his oversized padd as he leans against the edge of the helm console :: Mooring tractors are nominal and on standby. Umbilicals flow-checked and on standby. Cptn Swain: ::Drinking tea, as per usual:: Hunter Matheson: ::replies with confirmation, drops out of the corridor at designated area and drops to 1/4 impulse, headed toward the slip::: Rhan K'hal: :: glances back at Miranda :: Aye, Commander. Indaura Ryssan: I just hope there are a lot of people... we thrive on crowds. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure there will be plenty. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Station control tower gives us the okay to begin docking. The big blue doors begin opening, along with some cool music because apparently we still have a lot of money in the budget for this season, somehow. Hunter Matheson: :;takes aim, cuts to thrusters and lets her float in:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: having finished checking tactical systems, takes a moment to take in the dance of the ship moving in to dock :: William Chocox: ((Surprised we have the money given the CGI for the Romulan incident.)) Indaura Ryssan: Do you hear music, because I do? Atos Ch'kivar: (( Why do you think it was "cloaked" so much? )) Rhan K'hal: =Dept Heads= :: brings up his department head contact template, sends via text :: "Send all supply requests to Operations within a reasonable time frame, i.e. before the First Officer starts glaring." Hunter Matheson: ::sits back and lets the docking slip do its thing:: William Chocox: ::takes the opportunity to add some "innocuous" items to the Engineering list:: Indaura Ryssan: Doctor Dubois... may I make a request? Hakran K'hal: :: hears the blip of an incoming intraship message, reads his brother's supply request missive with a bemused head shake :: Hunter Matheson: Cutting power at tower request. Maryse Dubois: Not really, but that wouldn't surprise me any. The captain loves theatrics. ::Smirks at the request on her PADD. Then turns to Indaura.:: Sure. Hunter Matheson: ::lets 'em take it from here::: Hunter Matheson: (w) Gees... this place is impressive. Almost as impressive as our baby. Indaura Ryssan: Coffee... :: hands her a padd :: These kind if you can muster them. Rhan K'hal: Can confirm ship propulsion under station control, interface is nominal. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Long pretty shots of the Excalibur and kids of various races peering through windows, also some shots of various people in lounges at uniforms watching us move towards our docking slip. Hunter Matheson: ::um...shoulda polished her up before we came in::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: hums along with music as the ship docks :: Hunter Matheson: ::hears RK:: Thank you, sir. Hakran K'hal: :: considering the amount of supplies that were lost or left on that hell planet, is going to rack up quite the bill on the requisitions :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Speaks to those on the bridge.:: If any of you would like a free drink, the Captain keeps a open tab running at the Two to Tango on the upper concourse. Indaura Ryssan: Supposedly the last coffee brew on the list is better than Klingon offerings. Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: How did you know about that. Hunter Matheson: ::grins at the exchange:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: briefly raises an eyebrow back at the captain :: Rhan K'hal: :: ear twist back to the multi-pipped conversation :: Cptn Swain: ::Smirks:: Cptn Swain: I hope you all have a good time, on me. Hakran K'hal: :: transfers Science's wish-list to Operations - though their next mission is probably not going to be a dedicated science mission so probably won't get more than a third of it :: Cptn Swain: ::Miranda:: I am having dinner with Arden, if you'd like to join us? Maryse Dubois: ::Looks it over.:: I was actually about to go give a supply list anyways. I'm sure this can be added. Maryse Dubois: ::Turns to head for the door.:: Go ahead and take the rest of the shift off, and get ready for leave. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Grins.:: I know all. And yes, that would be lovely. Just tell me when and where. Atos Ch'kivar: :: turns back to his console to fill out the minor details for the tactical supply requisition :: Indaura Ryssan: Thanks Doctor.. Hunter Matheson: ::he pulls out his PADD and begins his after action report::: Maryse Dubois: ::Nods and smiles as she leaves Sickbay, grabbing a TL.:: Rhan K'hal: :: glaces at the sequence :: Docking sequence initiating in ten seconds. Rhan K'hal: Docking in progress. Mooring beacons activated. Umbilical extending. Hunter Matheson: :::checks the console:: Confirmed. ::RK:: Hunter Matheson: ::yeah, we need to go here more often:: Rhan K'hal: Mooring established. Umbilical attached, switching to station utilities. Hunter Matheson: ::RK:: Helm is secure. Cptn Swain: ::Nods:: The Dervish at 1800 Maryse Dubois: ::Steps out onto the bridge, noticing the ship had docked.:: Rhan K'hal: :: runs his finger down the green lights :: We are under station power. Docking ramp now in position... We have hard dock with the station. Rhan K'hal: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering, hard-dock confirmed. William Chocox: +Bridge+ Thank you bridge. Switch to Station utilities confirmed. Cptn Swain: Very well, as you have no standing orders from me, besides try not to have too many of your juniors need hauled out of station's brig I have a meeting with the station commander and Mister N'Dak, I'll see you tonight Commander. Rhan K'hal: :: pats Hunter on the shoulder :: Well done Gunny. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Slight nod.:: See you two there. Atos Ch'kivar: :: taps away at his console, muttering to himself all the while :: (w) A couple more of those torpedoes could come in handy... Rhan K'hal: :: smiles back at Maryse :: Heya, Doc. Come bearing shopping lists? Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles holding up two PADDs.:: I do actually. Rhan K'hal: You've come to the right place. Cptn Swain: ::Heads off to the lift:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Crosses paths with the Captain:: Maryse Dubois: One is my medical supplies, and the other is for coffee. ::Hands him the PADDs.:: Hunter Matheson: ::finishes his report:: Thank you, sir. ::RK:: Hakran K'hal: :: contacts his staff and releases the hounds... and humanoids :: William Chocox: ::heads for the exit:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> Apostrophe. ::He smiled over to Atos:: Rhan K'hal: :: twists an ear :: A whole padd for coffee? Someone on your staff in residency? Hunter Matheson: ::and now for requisitions::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: finishes the last bits of the requisition and sends it off to his department head :: There, done. Rhan K'hal: :: takes the padds and looks at said coffee order :: Cptn Swain: Augustin> I hear most of the junior barnacles are headed over to some dive bar on the station. But you can feel free to join me and a few others at Two to Tango. Maryse Dubois: It's for Doctor Ryssan. I personally prefer tea, myself. Rhan K'hal: Ah. Hmm, this one's going to be tricky. 39 Tango may be a big station but it's a bit off the beaten path for specialties. Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods to Augustin :: Thank you very much for the offer, Sir. I may just take you up on it. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Nods:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Hands a PADD over to RK:: Here's the first round, I'll have a few more requests later on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Relief crew arrives on the bridge to take over for those wishing to go the station. Hunter Matheson: ::finalizes the requisition, color coded and all, swivels to a stand and passes it to RK::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to get her pack :: Rhan K'hal: Thanks, Commander. I'll keep an eye out for it. Atos Ch'kivar: :: leaves his station, heads to the turbo lift :: Rhan K'hal: :: accepts that, then turns to take Hunter's :: I think you missed a comma, Gunny. :: deadpan :: Hunter Matheson: :;turns back::: Sir? Maryse Dubois: Well if anyone can find it, you can. Hunter Matheson: ::takes the PADD, checking it out, then frowns::: Rhan K'hal: :: grins :: I was joking, Marine. We're docked, you can painfully crack a smile now without all hell breaking loose. Hunter Matheson: ::looks up:: Sir, the requisition form doesn't have any commas. Hunter Matheson: ::smiling was not exactly what he proposed, but a smile vs a court martial offence, well, he smiles:: Hunter Matheson: ::force smile:: Yes, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: When it freezes over, more like. ::Commenting ton Rhan's remark.:: Matheson, stop scaring the children. Hunter Matheson: ::snaps around:: Yes, ma'am. Rhan K'hal: :: snorts :: Hunter Matheson: I'll remember the candy next time. Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: I'll have to put my head together with the Station Ops, they'll have a better idea of what's coming and going. I'll do my best to get it on board before we leave. Indaura might have to put some extra on the table though. Hunter Matheson: ::snort, quiet comment:: Two headed OPS. Should be interesting. Rhan K'hal: I heard that! Hunter Matheson: ::gathering the things he had at helm in prep, turns:: Sir? Hunter Matheson: ::sincerely innocent look::: Rhan K'hal: :: deftly transfers the orders on the padds via proximity comms to his own, looks over the top of it at Gunny like a peeved librarian :: I'll have you wisecracking at a higher decibel level yet, young apprentice. Now shoo, go get snockered on the Captain's dime. Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::Wonders if Hunter has extra insurance against whatever revenge Khal will think up, glances over to see that Apostrophe already headed out:: Hunter Matheson: ::stifles a grin:: Yes, sir. Maryse Dubois: ::Nods.:: I'm sure she wouldn't mind. ::Starts to head off, before turning.:: Dinner sometime while we're here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Arrives at the station :: Rhan K'hal: :: Maryse :: Absolutely. You know I I can put down my work any time. :: waggles his padd :: William Chocox: ::hopefully runs into someone on their way onto the station:: Cptn Swain: Augustin> ::checks in with the security detail working the three airlocks where crew could depart before heading off to the lift himself:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she gets back on the TL.:: Hunter Matheson: ::stuffs things from helm into a small satchel and exits the bridge to the lift:: Mardet. Rhan K'hal: :: peeks through all the various supply orders for the "extras" that he'll need to turn his personal attention to :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Leaving command to one of the senior juniors, Miranda left the bridge, heading for her quarters to change before heading to the station. She was going to enjoy herself this time, dangit.:: Atos Ch'kivar: :: bumps into Will on his way to the station :: Whoops, didn't see you there, my apologies! Hunter Matheson: ::reconnoiters with his buds and decides to take the skipper up on the invite::: Cptn Swain: ::Meeting N'Dak at the airlock, they took a TL via hardpoint directly to the stations command deck:: Cptn Swain: NDak> I never did get a chance to properly thank you, sir. William Chocox: ::shifts with it, his time under Admiran teaching him how to roll with bumps:: It's fine. You ok? Cptn Swain: ::Glances over:: For? Cptn Swain: NDak> Accepting me as part of your crew, via the exchange. Rhan K'hal: :: mutters to self :: What on earth does Admiran want a... you know, I don't even /want/ to know. :: makes a note on the padd to check the legality first :: William Chocox: ((::looks innocent::)) Atos Ch'kivar: :: Nods back with an apologetic smile :: I believe so. Funny how you don't realize how much of a rush you can be to get some R&R sometimes. Cptn Swain: I'd be lying if I said it was entirely my decision, but for what it's worth -- you're welcome. Just next time let's try not to get you in even more trouble with your people? It's nice having you and all, but I assume you want to go home at some point, eh? Cptn Swain: NDak> ::blushes light green:: Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Less trouble. Hakran K'hal: :: finally gets the reports done, lays his head down on his desk after ordering the lights down to 5% :: Owwww. William Chocox: Oh trust me, on this ship? You learn to cherish it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sits at a bar :: Give me a glass of you best... whatever... Hunter Matheson: ::a group of Marines head for the lift after a cautionary message re: stuff Master Chief usually dishes out, followed by a "get otta here and have fun"::: Rhan K'hal: :: comes across a few more items that would raise his eyebrows if he had any, but keeping things discreet is part of his personal guarantee, so merely filters those out to the 'quiet' list, before complaining the everyday requisitions on to the station :: Hunter Matheson: ::and before the lift stops, they straighten up to something they really aren't, just to appease the Fleeters who will definitely watch them::: Atos Ch'kivar: I would expect as much on any ship, but the Excalibur seems to be in a league of its own I've found. Shall we continue on to the station? :: gestures to the corridor ahead :: William Chocox: Yes, thank you. ::walks that way:: Rhan K'hal: :: nods to the senior of the relief crew :: Everything under control, Lieutenant? Then she's all yours. :: heads for the lift :: Hunter Matheson: ::they assume the Marine stereotype and march out of the lift, but return to mostly normal when they turn the corner::: Atos Ch'kivar: :: walks alongside Will :: How long have you served aboard her? Hunter Matheson: ::and they all end up on the skipper's tab at the Two to Tango::: William Chocox: ((Oh crap, how long has Will served on Excal?)) Hunter Matheson: (Probably too long?) Cptn Swain: (( There was the time we had a nice, quiet milk run. I mean it may or may have not ended up with us fighting zombies and Corizon getting harpooned by the zombie queen )) Cptn Swain: (( In game time? Uh -- it's prolly been two-ish years )) Rhan K'hal: :: heads to the most convenient of the station's walkways, flicks a friendly tail at the security personnel on duty and then makes his way onto the station :: Atos Ch'kivar: :: eyes Will curiously as he seems to space out :: Cptn Swain: (( Maybe three, was Wiill aboard before Swain took command? )) William Chocox: ((I don't think so, I think Swain was in command when Will made the switch from the Qob game.)) Cptn Swain: (( Then two-ish. )) William Chocox: ::comes back:: Roughly two years. Hakran K'hal: :: finally is able to drag himself up, and orders the strongest over-the-replicator headache med that he can get without going to sickbay and downs it with a full glass of water :: Cptn Swain: ..and... Atos Ch'kivar: :: nods along, glad the man hadn't gone catatonic :: You'll have to tell me all about it at the station lounge. Indaura Ryssan: :: drinks :: William Chocox: Believe half of what you may have heard about me. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM