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Cdr Miranda Hawthorne

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  1. SD 0617.2018 With the help of additional information uncovered by Will on the holoprojector, we have detected a small vortex at the heart of the system in the location where there should be a star. As we hit the to be continued screen, Commander Hawthorne had a decision to make regarding if we should take the Lugh or the Yacht, or if we should go through the vortex at all.
  2. SD 0610.2018 The Lugh has arrived at the coordinates given to them from Asher's hologram. Sensor readings are being obscured by an asteroid field.
  3. MISSION BRIEF: The Lugh has arrived at the coordinates given to them from Asher's hologram. Sensor readings are being obscured by an asteroid field. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::trying to keep Excal in one piece, he shouts:: CAN WE GET SOME EXTRA SHIELDING HERE? OR TAKE... ::bounce, jar:: THOSE ASTEROIDS OUT WITH PHOTON TORPS? ::bounce, slam against the console::: Hakran K'hal: :: being on the receiving end of claws from an invisible cat, can haz puncture wounds :: William Chocox: ::holds onto the holoemitter:: +Bridge+ What happened? Irene Mincine: "I hope my experiments are okay..." :: Irene's bouncing around, trying to keep the cats happy and/or in one piece. Hunter Matheson: ::and again, ignoring Cho's question:: OR JUST PLAIN ZAP 'EM? ::thud, thud as the asteroids pass by, and the shields are holding, mostly::: Rhan K'hal: You do OOF remember the OOF ship we're OOF on OOF, Gunny? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda gritted her teeth and held on to her seat as they were bounced through the field.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Gripping the console she at, trying to not get thrown onto the floor.:: Tandaris Admiran: :: in engineering trying to hold the ship together with string and gum:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::on the bridge:: Rhan K'hal: :: manages to get himself wedged in a little more securely, frowns over his console :: You've got as much IDF and SIF as you're gonna get without engineering miracles. You're going to have to fly us out of this. Hunter Matheson: ::seriously wishes that he had strapped in before they dropped from warp, he makes a mental note with that old "keep your seatbelts on until we land unless you really need to use the head::: Hakran K'hal: :: mutters :: Is it too late to say "let's just promote Hawthorne?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( I second that. )) Cptn Swain: Arden> ::shoots a glance to Hakran:: Hunter Matheson: ::dive, roll, dip, over and under, mumbling the words Cho told him to hold in check last week::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Just keep it together, Matheson, until we're through. Unless, of course, this rubble is because someone blew up the world. William Chocox: ::keeps holding onto the seemingly repaired holoemitter, figuring they'll tell him if they need a miracle down here:: Hunter Matheson: That's.... ::dodge:: what I'm.... ::dive and roll:: thinking...::stop, drop, and roll::: Ma'am! Hunter Matheson: Something had to ... ::90 degrees up:: blow up. Hakran K'hal: :: gets his lapmate disentangled and deposits him next to Irene :: Hakran K'hal: Time to try something. Irene Mincine: "I always hate this part..." :: A bucket of cat food tips over with all the shaking, spilling pellets all over the floor of the yacht. :: "The feline supplement!" :: She yells some choice Klingon curses. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Lugh sails through the final parts of the asteroid belt. However, once through sensors have some...unusual readings. There are no planetoids or solar radiation. There is a very large gravity well at the center of the system where a star would normally be. Hakran K'hal: Which they didn't like, by the way. Maryse Dubois: I would really like to go hide in the yacht about now. ::Hugging her bridge console.:: But something tells me moving around right now would be a bad idea... Hunter Matheson: :::slowly gets control, checks his readings, and on with the bad words::: Sh*t... that a black hole? Tell me that's not a black hole... Hakran K'hal: :: stumbles to the cockpit of the yacht, flips the consoles off hibernation mode :: Tandaris Admiran: +Bridge+ I wouldn't advise doing that again. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The guest kitties were totally freaking out from all the shaking, but found Irene a nice place to sink their claws until the shaking stopped. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the sensor data as they come out of the field :: Yow. Hunter Matheson: +Admiran+ ::not a happy camper and could care less if he's court martialed for this:: Tell you what, sir. You can take my place and I'll hide where you are. Irene Mincine: "They totally loved it!" :: Watches Hakran go. :: "Where are you going? Uh, I mean, where are you going, sir?" :: She yelps trying to get the cats off of her! :: "Hey! Off! I love you, cats, most of the time..." Rhan K'hal: Easy, Gunny. Hunter Matheson: Okay, Commander. We gotta get away from this gravity well. Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Aye, sir. ::lets out a breath:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She let out a breath and sank back into her seat.:: Nice flying, Matheson. Hakran K'hal: :: shouts from the cockpit :: I'm looking to see why we rocked and rolled for a while. Hunter Matheson: It's not over yet, ma'am. ::tight pull away from the gravity well, but it doesn't seem to be working:: Hakran K'hal: :: frowns some more :: And the answer doesn't appear to be a happy ending. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I realize this may not be the best time, but I think I have something with the holoemitter. Hunter Matheson: If that gravity well is a black hole, we're done to a turn. Indaura Ryssan: :: Holds on :: Irene Mincine: "What, did we fly into a star?" :: She tosses some pellets around, trying to get the cats away from her and focused on something else. Hunter Matheson: :::pulls back on this thing they call the engine on the bucket he's flying::: Hunter Matheson: ::bridge:: Anyone got any ideas about getting around this? Rhan K'hal: :: calculates :: We may not have escape velocity at the moment, but we still have enough vee for an eccentric orbit, we're not going to spiral in for another 4 years. Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Better than being pulled in. Hakran K'hal: No, we probably would've had a smoother ride if so. Irene Mincine: "What's out there, sir? I'd join you but... I'm a pincushion." Hunter Matheson: Okay... taking a course toward the well... ::and he remembers that this isn't Excal so he's wondering if this thing will hold together::: Vectoring toward the far edge of the well. It might get dicey. Rhan K'hal: Since we're not going anywhere, we should probably try to figure out what we came here to figure out, or at least why the solar system we expected is no longer a solar system. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ You're right. It isn't the best time. But when is? What did you find? Hakran K'hal: :: returns to Irene :: Spacey-type problem. You and the doc try to keep our friends calm. I need to get to the bridge. Maryse Dubois: ::Finally lets go of her console, getting up and moving over by Rhan.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Irene's leeches finally loosen as the ship calms down and sit on the floor, licking themselves like nothing ever happened. Rhan K'hal: :: listens to see what info Will has :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ ::looks at what the holoemitter is broadcasting:: It appears to be coordinates ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: How dicey can it get Mr. Matheson? Hunter Matheson: Uh.... the ship is calming.... Irene Mincine: "Agh! Finally..." :: Looks to Hakran. :: "Understood. Please give me some warning if we're about to die, sir." :: She starts cleaning up pellets and making sure the cats are well-taken care of. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Planetary coordinates or something else? Hakran K'hal: If they get hungry again, use some K'hal nutritional additive on some cooked salmon. Hunter Matheson: :::his mouth hanging open, he checks the gravity well, then his coordinates, and wonders what the hell happened::: It think we're safe... Hakran K'hal: :: exits the yacht, heads for the bridge :: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Um...let me read them off to you. Stuff like this was my academy days, not anything recent. ::reads off the coordinates as he has them:: Hunter Matheson: ::hands still on the console, he blinks a few times, then looks around::: What happened? Cptn Swain: Arden> Coordinates? Hunter Matheson: ::Arden:: Aye, sir. That would be nice. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Taps the coordinates into her data padd as Chocox reads them. She looked to Arden.:: Yes, coordinates. But planetary? Another star map? Hunter Matheson: ::brushing away bits of ceiling, he checks the console carefully and realizes his hands are shaking:: Hakran K'hal: :: enters the bridge :: More coordinates? Hunter Matheson: ::and now he's looking for the gravity well::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Glances to see Hakran.:: Yes, Chocox found them in the holoemitter. Hunter Matheson: ::and wipes sweat from his forehead::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Goes to Matheson and gets her tricorder out :: Are you alright? Irene Mincine: "Nutritional supplement, uh-huh..." :: After Hakran closes the door. :: "...my butt. They love my feline supplement." :: Making sure the kitties are okay, she activates the sensors in the yacht, seeing what's going on outside. :: "Oh... uh-oh..." Hakran K'hal: Super. :: heads over to what is passing for a science station, which is bumping Rhan slightly out of the way :: Maryse Dubois: ::Stretching, looking at Hakran as he enters.:: How's you distant relatives doing? Hunter Matheson: ::blinkblink, turn:: Not sure, doc. I think so. Hunter Matheson: Just.. kinda worn out. Hakran K'hal: They're fine now, Doctor. They didn't like the bumpy ride though, which the various holes in me can attest to. Rhan K'hal: :: frowns up at Hakran :: Help yourself. Maryse Dubois: ::Smiles.:: Better you than me, I guess. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at Hunter :: Your vitals are a bit off. Fatigue I would guess. Hakran K'hal: Irene got her share too. This is what happens when we don't bring security, the scientists end up doing the babysitting. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Do you need me to stick around down here or do you want me up there? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitties> ::Did not seem to enjoy the feline supplement at all, but one of them was batting around one of the pellets and chasing it around the room. The other joined in. Their fur rippled in another colorful display.;: Hunter Matheson: ::wry grin:: Yes, ma'am. I'll be fine in a bit. Thanks. Indaura Ryssan: :: Reaches her hypo kit and programs it :: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over the console :: I'd give my right eye for the Excalibur's sensors right now, but whatever happened here was definitely not a natural star death. Indaura Ryssan: :: Presses the hypo into Hunter's neck :: This should help you calm down a bit. Get something to drink. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ You should probably join us. We're out of the danger zone right now except for a gravity well that we're spiraling into, but that could take a while. We can look more into these coordinates that you found. Hunter Matheson: ::slight wince at the hypo:: Thanks, ma'am. I could use a Molson if there's one handy. ::smirk:: William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ On my way up. ::heads for the turbolift:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene digs through her equipment, finding a camera. She takes a few holo-photos of the cats playing, for scientific archives. :: "I really hope they know what they're doing on the bridge..." Hunter Matheson: (know what we're doing? Pfftt) Maryse Dubois: Well now that the shaking is stopped, I think I'll head down there. ::Slips onto the TL, riding it down.:: Hakran K'hal: I'm trying to age the debris based on the amount of gamma erosion. :: has completely taken over Rhan's console now :: Rhan K'hal: :: slides out of his seat rather than be smothered to death :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::makes his way over to the science console:: William Chocox: ::comes off the turbolift:: Any idea what those coordinates are? Hunter Matheson: ::makes the mistake of looking at the ceiling, and more drops on his head than on the console:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She rose from her chair.:: So why would this be the last place they're going to visit? ::Crossing her arms as she peered at the main viewer and the gravity well that they were orbiting.:: Hunter Matheson: ::when he finally gets a handle on things, he checks their orbit and lets out a breath, nodding:: Rhan K'hal: Needle in a haystack, possibly. This would be a helluva place to hide something that would be that important. William Chocox: Do we know what's in the gravity well? Maryse Dubois: ::Makes her way into the yacht, careful not to be too loud about it. She watches Irene take pictures.:: How are they doing? Cptn Swain: Arden> Hakran can you scan for verteron particles? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 1> ::Stops playing as Maryse enters and moves to greet her, sniffing her boots.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 2> ::Batted the feline supplement at Irene and then sat back, looking expectantly up at the woman.:: Hakran K'hal: :: tweaks an ear at Arden :: I can, to some extent. Distance will be an issue, but if there's an active emission source I should see some. :: pulls out his tricorder, which is considerably more advanced than the sensor palettes left on the Lugh :: Irene Mincine: :: Irene nearly drops her camera, not expecting someone else showing up! :: "Ah! They're doing fine, doctor. Once the shaking calmed down, they went back to their normal playful state." :: She rolls up her uniform pant leg, showing a little blood oozing from claw marks. :: "After leaving me with some souvenirs..." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Not as of yet, Chocox. You want to look into those coordinates? I think Arden might be working on them. ::She pointed to the science station.:: Irene Mincine: :: She orders up some of K'hal's special from the replicator: nutrient supplement and salmon. :: "They don't seem to like my pellets, though. One of our fine feline officers recommended this instead." Hakran K'hal: :: sets up the scan, slowly turns a few full circles, altering the orientation of the tricorder on each successive whirl :: William Chocox: Sure. ::walks over to where Arden is:: Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes at the console, keeping a constant check on their elliptical orbit:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Link the coordinates with your scans. Hakran K'hal: :: nods :: Hunter Matheson: ::half listening to the discussion between Arden and the Cdr:: Maryse Dubois: Make sure you let me look at that leg in a little while. ::Kneels down, holding out her open hand towards the kitty.:: Well...I would imagine the K'hals would know a little bit more about felines than we would. Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans the others :: Rhan K'hal: Starfleet's highly advanced technology, ladies and gentleman: a twirling Caitian with a tricorder. I really question Starfleet's mothball program right now. Hunter Matheson: ::thinking that stuff the doc hit him with is better than beer::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 1> ::Sniffed Maryse's hand and then headbutted her, chuffing softly as its fur changed colors.:: Cptn Swain: << Three Minute Warning << Hakran K'hal: I have good news and bad news. The good news: that is NOT a black hole. The bad news, is that it's a stable subspace inversion, i.e. a vortex leading into subspace, and that's where the coordinates lead us, which means that's where we're going to have to go next. William Chocox: Oh joy. Irene Mincine: "I imagine, yeah. I don't think the kitties carry any horrible plagues but getting checked out would be nice." :: She sets down the BETTER food for the cats. :: Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes even more at the first part then tenses up at the second part:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she gently rubbed along the side of its face and neck.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Kitty 2> ::Sniffed the food Irene provided and nibbled at it experimentally, then stuffed its entire face inside.:: Hakran K'hal: We may have to abandon the Lugh to go in though. It's a rather narrow portal. Hunter Matheson: ::whew at Hakran's idea:: Irene Mincine: "Much better!" :: She petted Kitty #2. William Chocox: And nothing of value was lost. Cptn Swain: (( Keep it up and we're keeping this as our regular ship :P )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I doubt it would survive such a journey. ::She considered.:: The yacht is more than capable, though without any significant weaponry to defend ourselves. Maryse Dubois: ((I would say we could mutiny, but I fear the dice of doom.)) Rhan K'hal: Not that the Lugh is bristling with usable weapons either, Commander. Rhan K'hal: We have 5 torpedoes and 33% phaser power. Hunter Matheson: ::listening closely to the discussion:: Indaura Ryssan: ((That would be cool, yacht looking for its mothership)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Which is still 5 torpedoes and 33% phaser power more than the yacht has. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Leaning against the science console:: We're still ahead of Asher's team, theoretically. They should have arrived at the sixth coordinates a few hours ago. Rhan K'hal: And the yacht has 345% more structural integrity power, 220% more inertial dampening power, and modern shields. Starfleet does like to keep their captains safe. When they don't go running off. Hunter Matheson: ::swivels carefully to be sure that the seat doesn't throw him again, to Hawthorne::: Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She took her seat again, considering.:: Then it seems I have a choice to make... Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  4. MISSION BRIEF: The crew has returned from the planet and is en route to the final set of coordinates that Swain provided in his cryptic message. Feline creatures from the planet were discovered as stowaways aboard the Llamrei and are confined to the Captain's yacht where they're being studied by Science and Medical. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: studying the things :: Hunter Matheson: ::at helm, keeping close watch on the course, trying not to be hit with another piece of ceiling:: William Chocox: ::is still working on the damaged projector next to Arden’s cardboard cutout:: Maryse Dubois: ::On the bridge, sitting at one of the aux consoles.:: Hunter Matheson: ::adjusting course to take into account a small asteroid field:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Their two feline guests on the yacht were nosing through the feline supplement that Ensign Mincine replicated, but didn't seem interested in eating it. One found the bedding and went about kneading it. It's fur began to shift in color in a repeating pattern. Hunter Matheson: ::half thinking about the cats and that they might belong to the skipper:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda stepped onto the bridge and took a seat.:: Anything on sensors out here? Hunter Matheson: ::turns:: Only a minor asteroid field to avoid for helm, ma'am. Indaura Ryssan: Remarkable.. like a butterfly. Hakran K'hal: Remarkable for the type, certainly. William Chocox: A twist here, a flip there, let’s see what we can do. ::fiddles:: Hunter Matheson: ::then back to helm, really missing Excal and her sweet console, not to mention her maneuverability:: Hakran K'hal: :: tries passing the color pattern through the universal translator :: Rhan K'hal: Nothing that shouldn't be, so far. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Found the litterbox and stepped in delicately. It turned to stare balefully at Hakran and Indaura, tail twitching.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: shrugs at the cat :: Hakran K'hal: :: turns his back to the creature :: Hakran K'hal: I believe some privacy is in order, Doctor. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Stares at Indaura.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Turns around :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> They heard some scratching, a moment of silence, and then more scratching. Then it stepped out and went back to the food, sniffing it again. It let out a yowl, fur flashing in a different pattern than its companion, and batted at the bowl. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Chocox, are you on the bridge or in makeshift engineering? )) Hakran K'hal: Turns around at the commotion. :: drily :: Apparently it doesn't like dry food. Indaura Ryssan: Whoa there :: to the cats :: William Chocox: ((Makeshift engineering according to the logs.)) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Snorted and stared at up again at the scientists.:: Hakran K'hal: Does your medical scan data indicate something more... suitable that we can serve? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #1> ::Finally settled down on the bed, curling up. Its fur changed from pattern shifting to a muted blue.:: Indaura Ryssan: Scan their stomach...for the contents... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Hawthorne to engineering. Hakran K'hal: Hmm. The UT isn't getting anything on the color patterns specifically as language, though just judging as someone with similar biology, I'd say it might be more an outward display of emotion. Hakran K'hal: :: nods, scans to see if kitty tummy still has anything in there to compare to :: Hakran K'hal: :: walks over to the replicator, plays chef for a moment :: Hunter Matheson: ::bounces a bit in the chair, then he remembers what happened the last time:: Hakran K'hal: :: returns to the kitties and slides over the new bowl :: William Chocox: ::works on the data a bit more, hoping to get something out of it:: Might Not work, but at least we’re trying. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Any update on fixing the holoemitter? Hakran K'hal: Let's see if our guest shares sympathetic taste buds. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ I’ve made a bit of progress, but nothing to jump up and down and flush like a toilet about. Hunter Matheson: :::bridge in general:: Okay... so I'm reading something weird in our path. Rerouting to avoid and hoping it doesn't get bumpy. Hunter Matheson: ::checks vector, then slows to move around it::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Sniffs the new bowl of food and then begins to eat. It's fur shifts to a new pattern, much like it's companion had done.:: Rhan K'hal: Ah, the inimitable "something." Hunter Matheson: ::Rhan:: Aye, sir. Guess that's what we get when we color outside the lines. Hakran K'hal: Yeah, don't blame ya pal. I'd pick that one too. Hakran K'hal: :: Indaura :: Takes one to know one, apparently. Indaura Ryssan: :: nods :: Seemingly Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: If it does, Matheson, inform the crew. This ship can't take that much shaking. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: +Chocox+ Very well. If you get anything out of it, let me know. Hakran K'hal: :: takes a few steps over and sits on a crate :: Maryse Dubois: I've been afraid to sneeze while on board for fear of it falling apart. William Chocox: +Hawthorne+ Aye ma’am, I’ll keep you up to speed. Hunter Matheson: ::resumes standard vector::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Puts her hand out to the felines :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Stops eating to peer up at Induara. It sniffed the hand and then went back to eating.:: Indaura Ryssan: I am going to approach them. :: Goes and sits while they eat :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #1> ::Vocalizing soft noises in its sleep.:: Hunter Matheson: ETA to Larcolis System is ten, given we don't have any more weird things in our path. :::not saying black holes or anything like that:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Finishes eating and delicate licks its mouth and paws clean. It sniffed at Indaura, then turned and jumped up on Hakran's lap, yowling as it butted the Caitian's stomach.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #1> ::Cracked open one eye to peer at Indaura, but didn't move from its bed. It snorted.:: Hunter Matheson: ::keeping a very close watch on everything:: Hakran K'hal: Oof. :: looks down at #2 :: Okay. Years of living on Earth and I managed to avoid doing this, but in the interests of science... :: gingerly scritches behind its ears :: Indaura Ryssan: :: Pets the other feline :: Hunter Matheson: Coming up on the system. Drop from warp, Commander? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Its fur began shifting again in the same pleasing colorful pattern and it leaned into the scratches.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, Matheson. Bring us in. Hunter Matheson: Aye, ma'am. Dropping from warp. Hunter Matheson: ::puts on the breaks::: Hunter Matheson: Entering the system. Hakran K'hal: We're going to be stuck with these two forever, aren't we? Indaura Ryssan: We really should return them to their home., Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> As soon as the ship drops from warp, it slams into an asteroid field that didn't show up on any previously charted logs. The ship began to rattle and shake as it was pelted from all sides. Hunter Matheson: Whoa... HANG ON.... Rhan K'hal: Trying to see if I can find any communications systems run :: slides forward into his console :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #1> ::Didn't move from its bed, but did began to color-shift as it had before and make soft purring noises as Indaura petted it.:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Falls beside feline #1 :: Hakran K'hal: :: notes the turbulence, isn't happy about it considering he has a strange clawed creature in his lap :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> As the ship shook and bounced, both feline creatures suddenly jumped in alarm and suddenly disappeared. Hunter Matheson: :::trying to get control, to TAC:: Can we get some extra shielding up here? Indaura Ryssan: :: Watches the feline disappear :: Indaura Ryssan: Cloak? Maryse Dubois: ::Forced back into her seat, glad that she wasn't tossed to the floor.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( Two minute warning. )) William Chocox: ::nearly drops the holoemitter, but in his rush to secure it slams it on the work table and jars something that makes it work:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Feline #2> ::Though it was invisible, Hakran felt those claws dig into his fur and flesh.:: Rhan K'hal: :: claws himself back into his normal sitting position... and isn't worried about leaving marks in the furniture on this bucket :: Hunter Matheson: Strap in if you can... ::dodging side to side, up, down, and sideways::: Hakran K'hal: Ow! Okay, invisible cat. Take it easy. :: pets consolingly :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda held on for dear life as the ship was battered even more than it already was.:: Where did this come from?! Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: END SIM
  5. SD 0603.2018 The crew has returned from the planet and is en route to the final set of coordinates that Swain provided in his cryptic message. Feline creatures from the planet were discovered as stowaways aboard the Llamrei and are confined to the Captain's yacht where they're being studied by Science and Medical.
  6. SD 0527.2018 Aboard the Llamrei, the crew has discovered an unusual stow away.
  7. SD 0520.2018 The Excalibur crew has found a small holoemitter from Captain Swain left behind in the temple vault pointing the way to the final destination, which he indicated he had not informed his captors of the final location and that they would need to go to the sixth coordinate first. The group is returning to the yacht to head back to the Lugh.
  8. MISSION BRIEF: Aboard the Llamrei, the crew has discovered an unusual stow away. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::staring at the things, he mutters something he shouldn't say in polite company... or even impolite company:: William Chocox: Careful Gunny. Hunter Matheson: ::blink, turns:: Yes, sir. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda exited Swain's office aboard the yacht and stopped short, seeing their visitors.:: Ah... where did these come from? Hunter Matheson: It's just... unexpected? Hunter Matheson: ::makes himself very, very small::: William Chocox: You afraid of cats? Irene Mincine: :: Is scanning the cat-things with her fancy bio-scanner tricorder. :: "I don't know, commander. They don't seem dangerous, though." Cptn Swain: Cat1> ::Continues looking at the crew, flipping its tail back and forth:: Cptn Swain: Cat2> ::is very intrigued by the very large cardboard cat:: Hunter Matheson: ::straightening up:: Me, sir? Uh.. no, sir. Normal cats, that is. Big... scratching... dangerous looking ones, well, yes, sir I'd at least like to have my Kbar. William Chocox: ::positions himself between the gunny and the cats:: William Chocox: Honestly I think they're more afraid of you than you are of them. Hunter Matheson: ::semi relax::: Indaura Ryssan: :: Excited to be so close to people :: Hunter Matheson: Aye, sir. Looks like. Cptn Swain: Arden> Well, I suppose we could return them to the surface. Hunter Matheson: ::silent agreement:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ah... hello? ::Addressing their feline visitors. She looked to the other crew.:: Have they tried to communicate at all? Cptn Swain: Arden> But that would take time... ::Miranda:: Your call commander. William Chocox: We just found them. Cptn Swain: Cat1> ::its tail swishes as Miranda talks to it, and it purrs in an incredibly soothing sound. God do I wish the other cat was here for this.:: Irene Mincine: :: Irene shakes her head. :: "No communication that I've been able to see, sir. They were hiding in the back of the shuttle by some kind of energy field. I'm not sure if they're unable to or don't want to." Hunter Matheson: ::standing back, not from fear, just... you know... being careful:: Cptn Swain: Cat2> ::also purrs:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Maybe they were stranded. In any case, I don't want to take the time to go back and forth. So long as they aren't dangerous, we'll just have some guests until we can get them back to where they came from. ::She tapped her comm:: +Rhan+ K'hal, I'm sending you coordinates to our next stop. Set course and engaged. Hunter Matheson: :::Cho:: I think that maybe we shouldn't think they're like terran cats, meaning that a purr could mean the opposite of wanting to be nice?:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: Every ship needs a mascot. William Chocox: ::turns to Hunter:: They seem mostly harmless. Hunter Matheson: Kind of like Earth? Hunter Matheson: Emphasis on the mostly? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She crouched down a bit lower.:: So, I suppose you're going to be here for a bit, which I guess was your plan. You were down there with us, right? Streaking around the temple? William Chocox: Emphasis on the harmless. Irene Mincine: "I don't know, they seem content to me. Law of parallel feline development?" :: Shrug. :: "I can see if they'll eat anything out of the research garden I have set up in the mess hall." Cptn Swain: Cat1> ::turns over on its back playfully:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Ensign Mincine, why don't you replicate them something in here to see if they're interested in food. I'd rather them not be free on the ship. Let's keep them in the yacht if possible. Cptn Swain: Cat2> ::playfully bops Miranda on the nose:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: There are still too many dangerous areas on the Lugh just now. ::She laughed at the cat's playful nature and reached out a tentative hand in offer of pets.:: Cptn Swain: Cat2> ::accepts the pet, and continues purring:: Irene Mincine: "Okay, let's see if they're hungry." :: Irene heads over to the food replicator. :: "Feline supplement number..." :: She checks her tricorder one more time. :: "...39." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks and heads out:: Will, let's see what we can do with the holo emitter data. William Chocox: Yes sir. William Chocox: ::walks with him:: Hunter Matheson: ::slow exhale, taking his position at the shuttle helm, waiting to see where/if they will go::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The Lugh jumps to warp. The cats seems to intuit that, and their tails turn white and blue, but they still seem pretty happy. Hunter Matheson: ::watching, interested:: Hunter Matheson: Well, they sure seem harmless enough. but I wonder if they're both the same sex, or we're gonna have little ones crawling all over the place. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grabs the bowl of cat food from the replicator, then nearly drops it when their tails change color. She quickly sets it down and starts scanning again. :: "Well, that's interesting... they're sensitive to warp travel. Were they genetically engineered for that, maybe?" :: She also checks their sex with the tricorder, just to make sure they won't have a thousand cats sitting around. :: Hunter Matheson: ::Hawthorne::: Should I move out to the Lugh, ma'am? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gave the one a scratch on the head.:: And how were they able to cloak themselves from the naked eye? Hunter Matheson: chameleon capability? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Unless you think our guests are security threats? ::She glanced up to Hunter.:: If not, you can join Rhan on the bridge. Hunter Matheson: ::stands:: Yes, ma'am. They look pretty harmless to me. Hunter Matheson: think it might be a good idea for the doc to give them the once over to be sure they don't carry something, though. Hunter Matheson: you know, standard vet stuff Irene Mincine: "Cloaking from a starship's sensors?" :: Hmph. :: "Pretty strong chameleon capability. I think they're smarter than they let on, but I can't really confirm that. I'm a biologist, not a veterinarian." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::to Wil, once they're clear:: Asher always wanted a cat. Hunter Matheson: ::nods then moves out:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Doctor Ryssan. ::She crooked a finger at Indaura.:: Hunter Matheson: ::making his way carefully to the bridge, avoiding all kinds of peeling bits of whatever:: William Chocox: Oh? Well, maybe when we find him you guys can keep one of these ones. Irene Mincine: "I don't think they're any kind of threat, but I wouldn't let them out of the shuttle." :: She slides the bowl of feline supplement towards the cats with her foot. :: "If they eat, what next, commander?" Hunter Matheson: ::entering the bridge, he checks with helm who is really excited to not be flying this hunk 'o junk::: Cptn Swain: Arden> I am not keeping it on the starbase though. Asher has way bigger quarters. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: The same as any human. A good meal, a place to sleep, a place to potty. Hunter Matheson: ::and with a sigh he slips into the seat, sweeping away the junk first:: William Chocox: Bigger quarters on a ship than a starbase? William Chocox: Would've thought it was the other way around. Hunter Matheson: (yeah.. about the potty.. did anyone bring kitty litter?) Cptn Swain: Arden> They feel bigger anyway. William Chocox: ::shrugs:: It's certainly possible. Heather Jamieson: (sorry, crash) Heather Jamieson: (Indaura) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (wb) Irene Mincine: "Standard feline accommodation, aye sir." :: She smiles seeing the cats appreciate her supplement. :: "Looks like it's a hit with them. I'll replicate some more, along with cat beds and... the other necessities." Heather Jamieson: Indaura> Yes Commander? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::enters engineering with Will:: So, you're the one they call Boomer? William Chocox: Possibly. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Thank you, Ensign. ::Looking to Indaura, she gestured to the cats.:: I want you to do some scans on these creatures. Work with Ensign Mincine to get some readings on them and see to their needs. Cptn Swain: Arden> Asher has always spoken highly of his engineering crew. William Chocox: Then yes I am Boomer. ::sets the holoemitter down on a work table:: Heather Jamieson: Indaura> :: nods :: Sure thing commander. Irene Mincine: :: Irene starts replicating some cat beds, a litter box, and some more cat food. :: "I'll set up a living area for them if you want to get started giving them a once-over." Heather Jamieson: Indaura> :: Gets out her tricorder :: Ensign Mincine, we should get a full workup on them, if we can. Hunter Matheson: ::checking a few things re their vector and being careful to not rock in the helm seat cause it might dump him again:: Heather Jamieson: Indaura> First off, how many of them are there? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::smirks:: It looked like there was some signal degradation. Irene Mincine: :: Setting up the cat beds and stuff. :: "Just these two. They can hide from sight but we didn't pick anything else up with our internal sensors." William Chocox: Seems to be the most likely problem. ::starts looking over it:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gave the kitty another scritch on the head and then rose and moved to sterilize her hands.:: Make sure to keep them contained, please. Cptn Swain: (( Three minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: (we're on our way back to the starbase, right?) Heather Jamieson: :: Goes over to the cats ::They seem well mannered. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( No, we're not. )) Hunter Matheson: (Okie dokie) Irene Mincine: :: Putting together a little scratching post, too! :: "Right, we don't plan on letting them out of the shuttle." Hunter Matheson: ::moving on to where we're supposed to go::: Cptn Swain: (We're on our way to the final coordinate, while Asher and his captors are on their way to a 6th coordinate to get the final coordinate, but he already figured out the final coordinate )) Hunter Matheson: ::checking the coordinates they received when they left the planet:: Hunter Matheson: (Oh... his captors. hm... gotcha) Heather Jamieson: :: Pets one of the cats :: They appear domesticated Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: And friendly. ::She cocked her head;: I wonder if they like to play. Cptn Swain: (( Basically it’s a map you have to have sequential coordinates to figure out the next, but Asher apparently figured out the cipher to get one ahead )) Hunter Matheson: ::has this strange thought that maybe these cats were the captain's cats and that's why they came aboard. they smelled him on the runabout::: Hunter Matheson: (thanks) Irene Mincine: "They're clearly used to being around strange people. They haven't batted an eye at any of us." Cptn Swain: ( 1 minute warning ) Hunter Matheson: ::checking out their ETA, he adjusts course::: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The coordinates lead to a previously unexplored, uncharted star system in the Larcolis Cluster roughly 5 days away at our best speed. Hunter Matheson: (w) huh... ::checking it out two or three times, then starts making notes::: Hunter Matheson: ::flips out his padd and begins charting their progress for future purposes:: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  9. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur crew has found a small holoemitter from Captain Swain left behind in the temple vault pointing the way to the final destination, which he indicated he had not informed his captors of the final location and that they would need to go to the sixth coordinate first. The group is returning to the yacht to head back to the Lugh. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hunter Matheson: ::making his way with the others toward the yacht:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Putting his breather back on as they head into the damp air of the surface:: Hunter Matheson: ::or that:: William Chocox: ::puts his rebreather on as he walks back to the yacht:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's following everyone, wearing her rebreather, making sure there are no more surprises on the way back with her biological tricorder. :: Maryse Dubois: ::Heading back.:: Can't say I'll miss this planet. Hunter Matheson: Same here. ::doc:: William Chocox: I don’t think any of us will. Ens. Irene Mincine: "I don't know, I thought it was interesting. From a scientific perspective, anyway. From the perspective of a visitor, it was a dump." Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks.:: Hunter Matheson: ::sideglance at the labcoat::: Cptn Swain: Arden> At least the yacht is still here. Hunter Matheson: ::then he thinks of how much he loves his helm and he figures that the coat feels the same about her work:: Hunter Matheson: ::Arden:: Always good, sir. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: Maryse Dubois: Yeah, because I think I would rather stay on this planet than trust that flying mothball's transporters. William Chocox: Who would’ve taken the yacht? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Thinking... :: "As long as there's no biological contamination... or corrosion from the rain... I'm sure we're fine." Hunter Matheson: ::flashback to the goo::: William Chocox: Do you want to jinx us? Cptn Swain: Arden> One time, Asher and I got a shuttle towed on Gharas IV. Ens. Irene Mincine: "I'm just evaluating all possibilities, sir." :: Looks up from her tricorder. :: "...towed?" William Chocox: How do they tow a shuttle? Cptn Swain: Arden> A tractor beam as it turns out. William Chocox: Well then. Maryse Dubois: ::Grins as she arrives at the yacht.:: Hunter Matheson: ::wants the rest of the story, but is afraid to ask:: William Chocox: ::steps in:: Hunter Matheson: ::enters and moves forward to power up::: Hunter Matheson: ::and preflight check:: Maryse Dubois: ::Finds the comfy chair she has claimed for herself.:: William Chocox: ::sits down:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "...well then..." :: Hops into the shuttle, tossing her scanning equipment bag on the floor. :: "I'm sure they'll find my report on this planet's biosphere fascinating, but I'm ready to get out of here." Hunter Matheson: ::and only then does he look around at the mess he's making after sloshing over whatever:: Indaura Ryssan: :: with the group : Hunter Matheson: ::but... checks progress with preflight... he's in good company where that's concerned:: Indaura Ryssan: Reminds me of caves on Denobula, that I don't like. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Sits down in the co-pilot seat:: Hunter Matheson: :::NIP:: Anyone realize that this shuttle has an "I need a good cleaning" alert? Hunter Matheson: ::flips off that switch, taking note, then looks to Arden:: Ready when you give the word, sir. Cptn Swain: Arden> Lets go. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Straps into a bench seat in the back. :: "It wasn't that bad..." William Chocox: Well, the Captain should’ve thought about that before running off. Hunter Matheson: Everyone strapped in? ::waiting for word::: William Chocox: Yes Hunter Matheson: Powering up. If you'd not secure, it's gonna be a hell of a ride. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Ready to get back to a ship with... semi-working sonic showers, sir." Hunter Matheson: ::half grin:: Liftoff in five.... Hunter Matheson: ::making sure the hatch is sealed::: Hunter Matheson: Moving out. Hunter Matheson: ::Arden:: Contact Luge please sir, whenever we're out of this atmosphere and within range. Cptn Swain: :Nods, and leans back into the seat:: Transferring additional power to the structural integrity fields. Cptn Swain: Arden> Will do. Maryse Dubois: ::Smirks at Irene.:: There is one right behind you in the corner. Better make use of it, cause you won't find one on the Lugh. Hunter Matheson: Transfer complete. ::continues slow, measured progress at 90:: Hunter Matheson: ::checks the vector they used for entry:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Sighs, looking in the corner.... :: "I think I'll wait until we've settled down. I don't want to go flying around the back of the ship with no uniform on." Hunter Matheson: The way is clear. Entering stratosphere. Hang on. Maryse Dubois: You're probably right. But...that would be quite the spectacle. ::grins.:: Hunter Matheson: +Luge+ On approach at your six. How copy? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Blushes, hanging onto the bench. :: "Not one that's appropriate for this situation, though." Maryse Dubois: ::Laughs as she lays back in her chair.:: Cptn Swain: Luge> +Llameri+ You are cleared for landing. Hunter Matheson: +Luge+ Copy that. Landing in 30s Cptn Swain: ACTION> Irene briefly sees a distortion in the corner of the yacht, but it quickly dissipates. Hunter Matheson: Okay, folks. Remember to step over the garbage when you exit. ::takes her in to a smooth landing::: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Blinks, clearing her eyes. :: "Did you see something over there? I don't know if it was us being shaken around or..." :: She pulls out her tricorder and points it over at the corner with the shower. :: Hunter Matheson: :::sets down::: +Luge+ We're in. Good to go. Hunter Matheson: ::hears Irene, but focuses on power down:: Maryse Dubois: ::Shakes her head.:: I haven't seen anything. Hunter Matheson: ::pops the hatch:: We're in. All ashore going ashore. William Chocox: What are you talking about Irene? Ens. Irene Mincine: "There was something, I swear... and no, I don't just want the shower to myself." :: Irene hops up from the bench and approaches the corner. :: "Do we have internal sensors that work, at least?" William Chocox: I think so. Hunter Matheson: ::turns in his seat:: Got 'em in the yacht. I can power up. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Turns:: Hunter Matheson: ::swivels to power up sensor system::: Hunter Matheson: She's all yours. ::Irene:: Maryse Dubois: ::Gets up, grabbing her own tricorder. Starts scanning.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Nods... :: "OK. Focus the scanners back here, please. Look for any unusual energy signatures, contaminants, life signs... anything that could have come with us from the planet." Hunter Matheson: ::his head spins with the sight he saw - or thought he saw – on planet::: Hunter Matheson: ::staying in his seat, not wanting to interfere:: Maryse Dubois: ::Scanning towards the rear of the yacht.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The focused scanners reveals two feline creatures with long pointed ears svelte body and a very unusual tail that branches out into several other tails. They look as surprised as anyone at their reveal. Hunter Matheson: ::hands drop and he stands::: What the....? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Blinks:: Hunter Matheson: So I'm not insane... Maryse Dubois: Oh...hello... William Chocox: Well then. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: She jumps back when the scanners reveal the creatures. :: "What the hell?" Hunter Matheson: ::NIP::: Not Cait, right? Hunter Matheson: ::looking around::: Maryse Dubois: No, not Cait. ::Takes a couple more scans, but keeping her distance for the time being.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Pointing her biological scanner at the creatures, Irene looks back at the front of the yacht... :: "Sir...?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> Scans show it to be something vaguely similar to a Terran cat, but it is much larger and seemingly possess the ability to render itself invisible. The two feline creatures continue to stare inquisitively at the crew as the TO BE CONTINUED flashes on screen. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  10. MISSION BRIEF: The team continues deeper into the ruined temple after surviving two rather precarious predicaments with what were presumably defense systems left behind by whoever built the temple. Both K'hal and Hunter have seen strange mirages, but nothing more on that front. As we pick up, the team has entered slightly flooded room where a set of stairs leads lower into the complex. Water runs steadily down the stairs. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Hakran K'hal: :: looking with some distaste at the descent :: Maryse Dubois: Well that looks fun... William Chocox: Where does running water come from in these ruins? Cptn Swain: ACTION> Where it comes from, includes somewhat fresher air in this section of the ruins. Tandaris Admiran: ::points:: Looks like that direction Hakran K'hal: Where doesn't it come from? This planet is a rotating bog. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Smirks:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Bends down to feel the water :: It's cold. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Given we're in a giant swamp, it's possible the rain eroded through some blocks and is draining through down here. Given the water level, it's been doing that for a while." William Chocox: It just seems a common theme, especially in holonovels, that there’s running water in the temple. Hakran K'hal: Or for the more in depth, scientific planetary science answer: what Irene said. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Miranda:: He reads a lot of holonovels, doesn't he? Cptn Swain: Arden> Which way does the signal point? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene grins. :: "You didn't bring me for my forehead ridges, after all." :: She scans to see if the water is any cleaner than the gross bog water, given it seems like it's coming from somewhere fresher. :: Hakran K'hal: :: indicates down the stairwell :: Maryse Dubois: Well since no one brought slip resistant shoes, please be careful if we plan on going down from here. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::nods, motions for the team to head that way:: Hakran K'hal: I'd be slightly more concerned that we didn't bring scuba gear than our choice in footwear. Plus you'd think standard issue Starfleet uniform boots would have better grip. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Checking the tricorder, she pointed down and to the right.:: Bad news is we're going wading. Good news is that the signal is close. William Chocox: Man, last thing I need is a rolled ankle. Indaura Ryssan: I thought there were by issue, non-slip. Tandaris Admiran: ::not used to being the one who complained the least:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Without further ado, she started down the stairs, keeping one hand on the wall for support.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene proceeds carefully down the stairs as well. :: "There aren't enough showers in Starfleet to clean us up after this..." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Begins making his way down the stairs, carefully.:: Hunter Matheson: ::takes up rear:: Hakran K'hal: :: takes up the rear :: Hakran K'hal: :: or co-rear :: Hunter Matheson: ::ditto:: William Chocox: ::walks:: Maryse Dubois: ((Plenty of rear to go around. )) Maryse Dubois: ::Carefully moves down.:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She winced as she stepped lower into the cold water but continued, stepping carefully.:: Any lifesigns on sensors down here? Last thing I need is to get sucked under by a giant merman. Tandaris Admiran: I don't know, the last merman I met was rather jovial. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Unless, you know, he's attractive and open to interspecies relationships. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The stairs lead down into another room, partially flooded -- at least half a meter of water. The water is seemingly flowing out of the room, but not at a pace quick enough to pose any threat. At the far end, another set of stairs leads out of the water and to an opening. There appear to be some work lights here, as well as some empty crates and three transporter enhancers, though they aren't active. Hakran K'hal: Irene has biology duty. Though at this point I don't know if she'd warn you or go running down to look at it. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Scans the water for biological contamination. :: "I'm not stepping foot in this garbage without a scan. Don't worry about that." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I'd hope the former before the later. ::Water up to her waist now, she started wading toward the opposite stairs.:: William Chocox: ::wades::: I hate wading. Hunter Matheson: ::follows:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Shame we didn't bring any waders. ::Following:: Hunter Matheson: ::checking the area with every step:: Hakran K'hal: :: actually occasionally shakes a foot to flick off the water, even though he still has to put it right back in :: Tandaris Admiran: Looks like we're on the right track though. Maryse Dubois: ::Makes her way through the water, keeping her medkit above her head to keep it dry.:: Hakran K'hal: Cloud. Silver lining. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Follows along. :: "Someone's been here recently, but they didn't get eaten by algae or anything if that's what concerns you. We're fine." William Chocox: Oh good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Algae? There's man-eating algae? Wait... I'm not sure I want to know. Maryse Dubois: Better not to know such things. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Yerah, you... don't want to know." Tandaris Admiran: Whatever Swain was after must have been important if he was willing to wade through this though Hunter Matheson: ::has a passing thought about the skipper playing a game by sending the crew here, like hide and seek to see who makes it out alive:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Exits the water:: Hmm, they left transport enhancers behind. Hakran K'hal: Which I'm sure we would have done if we had any. Hunter Matheson: ::sloshes through:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Scans the water :: Almost forgot.. Ens. Irene Mincine: "At least we have a quick escape, assuming the power in them is still good." :: Tinkers with the enhancers, seeing if they still turn on or how recently they were placed here. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Climbing out of the water, she made a face at the squelch in her boots as she headed to the crates to have a look inside.:: Hakran K'hal: :: sloshes over to the opening to scan through there :: William Chocox: ::follows Miranda:: Hunter Matheson: ::steps out, his boots squeegee... squeegee..squeegee...squeegee....squeegee::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Medical... ::She waved the doctors over.:: Get some scans of these for DNA traces. Tandaris Admiran: ::scanning around the chamber, checking for secret passages or traps:: Tandaris Admiran: ::rolls for perception:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Up ahead, there is a gleaming, almost glittering light -- here the decay and ruin of the water and the roots seems to have been mitigated somehow. The floors and walls are prestine, almost ivory save for elaborate gold trim work and a subtle energetic movement that reacts to steps and ahead Hakran would recognize the opening to a vault, much like the one from Swain's notes from the expedition on Tellar Minor. Hakran K'hal: Hmph. Swain has a way of making an accurate description. William Chocox: That is bizarre. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Tiny detail I left out, the vault door is open. Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well, that's more interesting than transport enhancers... what the hell is that?" :: She gets up from them, staring at the lushly decorated room. "It's... untouched by the swamp? How?" Hakran K'hal: Although I think we're a little late... unless they conveniently left something behind. Because that happens. Maryse Dubois: I've already confirmed the Captain was here, but... ::Scanning.:: It wouldn't hurt trying to identify if there were others. Hakran K'hal: :: looks over at Irene :: I doubt we'll have time to dig deeper into the how, but hopefully we can come back. Hakran K'hal: :: heads into the vault :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looking around:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda eyed the construction of the vault, tilting her head as she passed through the doorway.:: We know he was here, but we're trying to figure out where he's going next. ::She checked the signal.:: It's coming from inside the vault. Hakran K'hal: :: bends down to investigate the only item left in the vault :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Takes as many bio scans as she can of the lobby area for research. :: "This is magnificent!" :: She's more transfixed by whatever process is at work here than the vault itself. :: Indaura Ryssan: Hmm...how long gone to you think he is? Maryse Dubois: Not long. The decay from the scans suggests a few hours. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Joins Hakaran to have a look.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Following towards the vault:: William Chocox: ::looks for something that may be sending the signal:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Inside, the vault is even more elaborately decorated in the ivory-metal and brilliant gold motif. There are star maps on the walls, as well, concealed by some strange translucent lacquer. In the center of the room a raised dais stands empty. There is also, in the corner of the room, a small crate that seems oddly out of place. The signal seems to be coming from it. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks above :: Look at those stars. :: points, then scans :: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps into the vault, looking around.:: Hakran K'hal: I would guess, unless the Captain managed to paint a signal transmitter onto the walls, that the signal is coming from this crate. William Chocox: ::walks towards it:: Hakran K'hal: :: pops it open :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Take as many scans as you can. ::Pointing at the ceiling.:: I would wager it is a star map to our next location. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the decor:: Tandaris Admiran: ::examining the walls:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Notices that everyone is inside the vault now, and runs in after them! :: "It's beautiful." :: She scans everything that she can with her biological tricorder. :: Indaura Ryssan: We can combine the scans later for a more complete picture. Tandaris Admiran: ::follows a pattern until he reaches its end, touches and then pulls down on a protrusion:: Hunter Matheson: ::looking for anything that might look like a trail marker:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Hakran finds a small device that looks like a mass-market holo-projector, though it has seen better days. Hunter Matheson: ::stops... blink... steps back from the wall to get a wider view:: William Chocox: ::scans the box:: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs the holoprojector :: Give me some space, unless you possibly want someone's wedding coming out of your bum. Hakran K'hal: :: activates the holoprojector :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Taking everything in, he turned his attention to K'hal at that:: Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> I don't have much time. I am guessing if you found this, you're from the Starfleet... hopefully Excalibur. ::He looks away for a moment:: Good. Ens. Irene Mincine: "You sure that thing's going to work?" :: She watches the holoprojector now. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Oh. :: "Guess so!" Hunter Matheson: ::the wall design looks like writing, but he shrugs it off 'cause a lot of places have writing on the walls:: Hunter Matheson: ::turns to watch and listen:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Frowning as she listened to Swain's message.:: Hakran K'hal: :: continues watching the holo, trying to take in any details that pop in outside of the captain's upper torso :: Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> ::His figure starts flickering in and out:: I don't have much time, but I have the final coordinates already. I haven't told Kai yet -- he thinks we still need to go get the sixth coordinate to get the final one. I have included them in this signal. I've also started to piece together the bigger picture.... Cptn Swain: HoloAsher> ::the signal ends, but it’s clearly not by design:: William Chocox: Damn. Indaura Ryssan: Where's the rest of it? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Biting back something, he turned away for a moment.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Disappointed sigh. :: "Maybe we can recover more of the recording on the ship." Hakran K'hal: :: pockets the holoprojector :: That'll give Rhan something to do. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Clears his throat:: Hakran K'hal: :: looks over to Arden, a sympathetic look in his eyes :: William Chocox: He was probably cut off. I don’t think that was data corruption. Cptn Swain: Arden> We should get some more detailed scans of this vault. There might be something Asher missed. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Admiran... :::Looking for Tandaris.:: You and Chocox need to have a look at that holoprojector when we get back to the ship. There's got to be something we can recover. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She moved to join Arden, giving his shoulder a squeeze.:: Hakran K'hal: :: pulls out his own holoprojector, that is much better than Swain's :: Let's try this. :: places the hp on the floor in the center of the room, then fiddles with his tricorder to get it scanning. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::He glanced over to Miranda, smiling despite himself:: Hakran K'hal: :: grabs Swain's hp from his pocket, holds it out toward the engineers :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: He's alive and well. We know that at least. ::Trying to reassure him.:: We'll find him. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: We're close. Tandaris Admiran: ::hands the holoprojector to Chocox:: Tandaris Admiran: ::Chocox:: Try hitting it. Hunter Matheson: ::doubletake at the Cdr's comment about him being alive:: Hakran K'hal: Everyone shoo for a moment, I know what you look like and you're blocking my holoscan. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::He nodded, clearing his throat again:: Yes, that is important. Hunter Matheson: ::in the background:: William Chocox: ::smacks the holoprojector:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Heads out, glancing over to where Tandaris had been fiddling with the wall:: Was that there before? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Smiling to Arden, all business. :: "We'll find every clue we can, sir." :: Irene gets out of the way of the holoprojector. Tandaris Admiran: Huh? ::turns to look back behind his shoulder:: Hakran K'hal: :: gets all the visible spectrum recorded, has it go through an infrared holoscan as well :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She threw Hakran a look with one arched brow, squinting a moment, before filing out of the vault and into the other room. She really wanted to empty out her boots, but didn't want to muck up the pristine water here.:: Hunter Matheson: Huh.... ::checks it out again:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Where Tandaris had pulled a protrusion, a door has opened revealing what is obviously a lift of some sort. Hakran K'hal: :: has it go through a low amplitude, low frequency UV scan as well, judging the unit to have just enough storage :: Hakran K'hal: Okay, set. You can do investigative things again. :: motions to the door :: William Chocox: Huh. ::smacks it a few more times:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Hey!" :: Rushes over to the door once the holoprojector has stopped. :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's wrap up and get out of here. The sooner we get back to the ship, the sooner we can be on our way to the next location. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks :: Hakran K'hal: :: takes his holoprojector and secures it into a bag :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She paused to look at the lift.:: Where does that go? Structural scans? Tandaris Admiran: ::scan scan scan:: Tandaris Admiran: It goes up. Tandaris Admiran: ::realizes that might have been vague:: To the surface. William Chocox: That’s good. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Lifts a brow, despite the myriad of emotions, before laughing:: Oh good lord. Hakran K'hal: I would guess it comes out right at the entrance. Probably de-activating Pushy McOrb Ens. Irene Mincine: "I suppose we should gather our party and venture forth." Indaura Ryssan: How stable is it? I mean we can cure some things, not a long fall. Hunter Matheson: ::checking out Arden, wondering what's so funny:: Tandaris Admiran: It seems sound. In fact, my scans are showing it has been used recently. Hunter Matheson: ::one of the skipper's jokes?::: William Chocox: Probably used by the Captain. Hakran K'hal: The anteroom to the vault can passively clean bogwater and air through some unseen mechanism. I'm not bothered about the engineering skill of the liftmaker. Cptn Swain: Arden> Well, if we're satisfied we have enough scans, lets um... take the elevator. I'd rather not wade back through swamp water. Don't know about anyone else. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Well, then.... let's see what happens. ::She took a step inside the lift.:: Hakran K'hal: You don't have to ask me twice. Hakran K'hal: :: steps on :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "I'd agree, but I'm a biologist, not a structural engineer, sir." :: Follows everyone into the lift. :: Hunter Matheson: ::steps aboard:: William Chocox: ::steps on as well:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> After everyone files aboard the lift surges upward at a steady but controlled pace. If we had more time, we could have done a gag where we tried to figure out how to make it go, but such is life. The lift does, as Hakran and Tandaris posited, drop them off near the entrance to the complex just outside the orb we encountered earlier. The orb does not trouble them and the team heads out towards the shuttle. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  11. SD 0513.2018 The team continues deeper into the ruined temple after surviving two rather precarious predicaments with what were presumably defense systems left behind by whoever built the temple. Both K'hal and Hunter have seen strange mirages, but nothing more on that front. As we pick up, the team has entered slightly flooded room where a set of stairs leads lower into the complex. Water runs steadily down the stairs.
  12. MISSION BRIEF: The team continues deeper into the temple ruins, following a low-frequency beacon apparently left behind by the Captain. They have entered a room with several exits, but have determined the path follows one of the two exits in the "upstairs" part of the large, atrium-like room. Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM William Chocox: ::looks around the room as they approach the upper level:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks all around :: Hunter Matheson: ::hoping the rebreather holds up cause it sure would be sad to die here:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Making his way up the stairs. He was still considering if this were the worst place Asher had dragged him or not, but he felt pretty sure the sewers of Kalon VII were worse.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene is making sure that we don't get killed/infected with the Shades of Gray virus by dangerous plants. :: Hunter Matheson: ::with Arden, checking things as they move on:: Maryse Dubois: ::Following the group.:: Hakran K'hal: :: examining his tricorder on the way up, while letting the Marine use the eyeball tests :: Hunter Matheson: ::letting his HUD do the work:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::With the interior air a bit less swampy, Miranda had her rebreather off so she could concentrate on scanning.:: The signal is getting stronger up here. ::Following the others up the stairs to the upper level.:: Hunter Matheson: ::and the RB shows green so he shuts it down:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Whoever is on point can see there are two distinct exits, one to the left where the door is flanked on either side by fetid waterfalls and the other more or less ahead of them with a large, person sized orb in the middle of the walkway, a few meters in front of the door. Hunter Matheson: ::holds up a fist, to Arden:: Weirdness, sir. Probably need a tric to check out that... thing. William Chocox: Weirdness? Hakran K'hal: :: steps up :: Indeed. :: scans the orb :: Hunter Matheson: ::cho, as he continues to watch the orb:: Yes, sir. Cptn Swain: < Khal give me a number 1-20 > Ens. Irene Mincine: "I don't think purifier tablets would even work on those..." :: Points to the gross waterfalls. :: Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Cptn Swain: (( Excellent )) William Chocox: This is not the weirdest thing we have run across. Indaura Ryssan: What do you see? Hakran K'hal: (( oh dear :: checks to see how many K'hal siblings he's got left :: )) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The orb reacts to the tricorder scan and a small circle lifts from the top for a moment, generating a golden pulse that quickly travels outwards from the orb, knocking everyone back and onto the ground. Maryse Dubois: ::Is on her butt.:: The hell? Hakran K'hal: Oof! :: on his keister :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Oofs:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Hits the ground hard :: Oh! Hakran K'hal: I guess I won't do active scans again. Hunter Matheson: ::knocked:: Hunter Matheson: ::says a little more than oof:: William Chocox: Can you please not do that again? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Hits the ground and rolls back to her feet thanks to her athletic training. :: "What the hell was that?" Hakran K'hal: I was able to determine that it doesn't like being scanned, sirs. Cptn Swain: (( That was not the worst thing that could have happened to you )) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Knocked over, she hit the wall with a thud.:: What in the world... ? Maryse Dubois: ::Gets back up, dusting herself off.:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> After a delay, it sends out a second wave. Luckily you're all out of the energy pulse range. Indaura Ryssan: Anyone get a reading on that pulse? Hakran K'hal: :: notices the second pulse :: And it's thorough. Cptn Swain: Arden> Perhaps we should go the other way? Hunter Matheson: ::slowly stands, moving back a little farther:: HUD registers it as a security trigger. Hakran K'hal: Unless it accepts a polite "may we please pass?" I'm not quite sure I feel comfortable trying to decipher its other tendencies. Hunter Matheson: Makes me want to find out what's behind it, though. What it's protecting. Ens. Irene Mincine: "It only got pissed when you scanned it, right?" :: Picks up a rock from the ground and attempts to toss it past the orb. :: Hunter Matheson: ::K'hal:: Think it might let someone pass if that someone has no advanced tech? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: It could just be some form of security for this place. ::She crossed her arms, watching to see what it would do to the rock.:: Hunter Matheson: Guess we'll find out. Hunter Matheson: ::takes a knee just in case:: Hakran K'hal: :: appreciates Irene's curiosity, but would prefer not to be the Cait that curiosity kills, so bravely stands behind cardboard Tandy :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> A third wave pulsates back, this time a bit stronger, pushing Hunter back. Hunter Matheson: ::thwap::: Hunter Matheson: ::THUD against the wall::: Hakran K'hal: It doesn't take a doctorate for me to determine that we really should stop doing anything more with that. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Begins making his way over to the other exit:: It looks like someone's been this way recently. Hunter Matheson: ::neck twists::: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Runs over to Hunter. :: "Ack! Sorry, sir! Are you okay?" Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Holds up a ration bar wrapper:: Hunter Matheson: :::pulling away from the wall:: Think so, ma'am. Been worse. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Okay, so everyone leave the orb alone. Hunter Matheson: ::snaps his neck back into place:: Thanks. I'm good. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Let's head the other way. ::Gesturing to where Arden found the wrapper.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Steps over to Arden, curious, she scans the wrapper for DNA.;; Just to see if we know who it might be. Hakran K'hal: Gladly. :: heads over to Arden :: Federation slash Starfleet issue? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Nods:: Though I don't know if these things are still in circulation. Andorian Blood-Beetle Pudding? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::makes a face:: Hakran K'hal: :: curls his ears :: Let's hope not. Indaura Ryssan: :: Studies her tricorder :: William Chocox: I'm sure someone could replicate them if they wanted to. Hunter Matheson: :::he checks his gear before moving back to the group:: Hakran K'hal: But they are significantly better than bread crumbs to follow. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Goes back to the group :: "No Klingon entrees, though..." Maryse Dubois: You wouldn't want replicated Klingon food anyways. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> Maryse's scan picks up traces of Swain's DNA. Hakran K'hal: I think our situation is complicated enough without having to duck under batleths. Maryse Dubois: ::Gets a beep.:: Well good news. It definitely belonged to our long lost Captain. But I can't say much for his taste in food. William Chocox: Would an Andorian even eat that thing? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "I think that's why they're out of circulation." Hunter Matheson: ::still orb shy::::Cho:: If you're hungry enough you'll eat anything, sir. Cptn Swain: Arden> I never knew he liked that flavor. Hmm. Well moving on. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: He may not have had a choice in the matter. ::She moved through the door to scan the room beyond.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Following.:: Hakran K'hal: :: makes a face at the fetid waterfalls as they pass through the door :: Roman engineering this isn't. Hunter Matheson: ::steps quickly to the fore, concerned about the cdr taking point:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The room beyond is more straight forward, at least in practice. It opens into a long hallway with only a single exit at the end. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Eyes up the long hallway. :: "Okay, now I don't have much tactical training, but this has got to be a trap. I've learned my lesson from the orb." William Chocox: Well then. Hunter Matheson: ::as he moves on and checks the area:: I don't suppose anyone can contact the ship it we need it. Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: No more rock tossing unless we're playing bocce ball then, Ensign? Cptn Swain: >> Traps, me? >> Cptn Swain: (( Hunter, give me a number 1-20 )) Hunter Matheson: (7) Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Nods. :: "Bocce ball wasn't physical enough for me, sir." Cptn Swain: (( God, I love my job. )) Maryse Dubois: ((::facepalm:: Hunter Matheson: (yeah, cause you know what my answer is gonna be anyway) Hunter Matheson: (anytime, cap. anytime) Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: (( You're the dummy that keeps picking the same number. )) Hunter Matheson: (copy that, ma'am. I am not a fan of dice) Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Hunter takes a step forward, he hears a very audible click and then a hiss. The walls on the sides of the hallway in front and behind the team drop to reveal several laser beams that fire towards each other. Cptn Swain: (( I mean, it’s more fair than me just deciding when you're going to walk into trouble, and what kind )) Hunter Matheson: (riiight) William Chocox: Damnit Matheson! Hakran K'hal: Oookay, I guess that was the official "This is a trap" warning. Hunter Matheson: HIT THE DECK Indaura Ryssan: :: does so :: Maryse Dubois: Well... ::Drops down, looking back.:: This became a little more interesting... Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Drops immediately to the ground! :: "Well now what!" Cptn Swain: << I mean if you don't like having a chance at not the worse things that could happen, I am certainly willing to no roll the dice and just ACTION away >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She ducked below the lasers, hoping they weren't the moving kind.:: William Chocox: ::drops down:: Maryse Dubois: ((No no. keep rolling. lol )) Hunter Matheson: (up to you) Hakran K'hal: :: notices the beams are in front of and behind them, but not immediately next to them, so doesn't panic and tries to gather some info about them, passively :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::On her belly, she glanced behind them, then ahead.:: Someone throw something and see if they react. I want to make sure they're stationary. Maryse Dubois: ::Finds a rock and throws it away from the group.:: Hakran K'hal: :: definitely hits the deck now before Justin "Irene" Verlander winds up for a pitch back there :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Respectfully request someone ELSE throws the ro--nevermind." Cptn Swain: ACTION> As I said, I like my job. The lasers appear to be stationary but the rock is vaporized. William Chocox: Can we crawl under them? Hakran K'hal: You wanna try seeing if there are any vertically oriented ones up ahead, Will? William Chocox: ::looks ahead of them:: I'm trying. Hunter Matheson: Can anyone take a reading on the weapon and see if it can be countered with anything we have? Maryse Dubois: Try shooting it with a phaser? Ens. Irene Mincine: "Like what, throwing a rock *at* the laser?" :: Carefully scans the laser emitters with her tricorder. :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The emitters for the lasers appear to be unshielded and only lightly armored. Hunter Matheson: ::swings his rifle:: With your permission, ma'am. ::Cdr:: Hakran K'hal: :: is still a bit tricorder shy at the moment :: Hunter Matheson: ::rolls into position, taking aim, waiting for the order::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: For Pete's sake, fire at the thing already. ::Miranda aimed her phaser at one on the opposite wall and fired.:: Just don't cross the streams. Hakran K'hal: :: covers his head :: Hunter Matheson: ::squeeze::: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::covers best he can:: Maryse Dubois: ::Covers her head.:: Hunter Matheson: Right acquired. Firing. William Chocox: ::helps with the firing:: Indaura Ryssan: :: Squints and scans :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> The emitters go poof and the laser dies out. Maryse Dubois: ::Doesn't want to be the first one to get up.:: Hakran K'hal: :: peeks out from under his arms :: Okay, now how many meters of hallway did that buy us? Cptn Swain: ACTION> The way is open. William Chocox: Apparently all of it. Ens. Irene Mincine: "The whole thing?" :: Slowly, carefully, gets up... :: Hakran K'hal: Unless there are vertically oriented ones in the ceiling that we haven't stepped on their triggers yet. :: pause :: Damn, I thought I was the optimistic one in the family. Hakran K'hal: :: sighs :: Cptn Swain: Arden> I mean. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Getting to her feet, she dusted herself off.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> Let's uh, keep moving. Maryse Dubois: ::Seeing others get up, she slowly gets up.:: Cptn Swain: << Hakran, give me a number 1-20 >> Hakran K'hal: Ensign Irene, I gladly will let you do all the away teaming on all future missions. Hakran K'hal: (( 16 )) William Chocox: ::K'hal:: Please stop talking sir. Hakran K'hal: If you're not prepared, you're toast. And we already almost got served with eggs and bacon once today. Cptn Swain: ACTION> Ole Eagle Eye Kitty catches, for the briefest of moments, a distortion running along the side of the hallway, but it quickly vanishes without a trace. Hakran K'hal: :: ears flatten, then he starts moving his head this way and that, first squinting, then opening his eyes really wide, then turning sideways :: Hakran K'hal: :: harrumphs :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Yes, s--" :: Picks up her tricorder again when Hakran's attention turns. :: "--something over there?" Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Pulling off her pack, she flung it down the hallway, sending it skidding over the floor plates to see if the weight would trigger anything further on.:: Hakran K'hal: I saw something, just for a moment. Cptn Swain: ACTION> It does not trigger any more traps, for now. Hakran K'hal: :: attention diverted to the tumbling pack :: And this is why engineers are handy, even if they're wearing red now. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Notes Hakran mention seeing something, but shrugs it off:: Hakran K'hal: :: shakes head :: Anyway, I guess we can move out again. At least until we get to the door, before having to make sure there isn't a guillotine in it. Cptn Swain: (( I hadn't considered one of those. QWhat do you think this place is, Sens' Fortress? )) Hakran K'hal: Or spikes that jut out at high speed from the frame, impaling unsuspecting passers through... William Chocox: ((I never put anything past you.)) Ens. Irene Mincine: "I don't think we're in a holonovel of Ancient Earth..." Hakran K'hal: :: trails off, coughs, mutters something about holorpg's :: Maryse Dubois: ::Sighs:: And I thought you said you were the optimistic one? William Chocox: I think he was being sarcastic. Cptn Swain: (( 5 Minute warning )) Hunter Matheson: ::moves next to K'hal:: What did it look like, sir? What you saw. Hakran K'hal: I didn't think my nerdy adolescent pastime was going to become a mission parameter. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Moves towards the door and, yet another room.:: William Chocox: So many rooms! Hakran K'hal: :: Hunter :: Almost like a heat mirage, but more distorted. But it was so quick. Hunter Matheson: ::nods:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What did you see? ::Taking K'hal's sighting seriously. She moved carefully down the hall to retrieve her pack.:: Hunter Matheson: I saw one earlier. Seemed to hug the wall, but it could have been an illusion. The wall part, that is. Ens. Irene Mincine: "You should try a Klingon calisthenics holoprogram. I recommend 'The Battle of Carbohydrates.'" :: Shrugs, follows the group to the next room. :: "I haven't seen anything like that so far." Hunter Matheson: ::wonders why we keep going deeper into this place::: Hakran K'hal: :: Irene :: Battle of Carbohydrates? :: imagines fructose and sucrose battling out to the death in all their molecular glory :: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well, you know, everything's a battle to Klingons..." :: Irene laughs. :: "Slay the fat! Kill the bloodwine belly!" Cptn Swain: ACTION> The next room has a set of stairs leading downward below ground. The lights here are flickering more and more, and there's standing water on the floor and flowing down the stairs. Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: Has to be more effective than some of the fad diets out of Betazed. Cptn Swain: ...and... Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Picks up her pack, slinging it on, heading to the other doorway.:: Hunter Matheson: Commander... not a good idea.. Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM
  13. SD 0506.2018 The team continues deeper into the temple ruins, following a low-frequency beacon apparently left behind by the Captain. They have entered a room with several exits, but have determined the path follows one of the two exits in the "upstairs" part of the large, atrium-like room.
  14. SD 0429.2018 The AT has landed safely near overgrown ruins on a small moon of the Collabras system. There are some indications someone has been here recently, but so far no traces of the Captain. As we pick up they are walking towards the ruins towering in the background along a walkway that lit up as soon as they stepped out. Spooky, right?
  15. Cptn Swain: MISSION BRIEF: The AT has landed safely near overgrown ruins on a small moon of the Collabras system. There are some indications someone has been here recently, but so far no traces of the Captain. As we pick up they are walking towards the ruins towering in the background along a walkway that lit up as soon as they stepped out. Spooky, right? Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: BEGIN SIM Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Frowning at his tricorder as the team approaches stairs leading to the ruins:: Hunter Matheson: (w) Yeah... the smell of decay, swamp, and general dead stuff... just my style. ::slight cough:: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene's making sure we're not going to get eaten by/poisoned by the plants that we're rushing through. :: "I'm not seeing anything dangerous. Whoever was here before didn't get eaten, at least." Hunter Matheson: ::one eye on Arden as he checks the area::: Hakran K'hal: :: studying the lighting technology, relying on Irene to deal with the greenery (assuming it is in fact green) :: Hunter Matheson: (q) Good to know. Hakran K'hal: Good to hear, Ensign! Maryse Dubois: ::Looking around.:: What a lovely place we've discovered... Cptn Swain: ACTION> We have a decent budget for this episode, so it’s all foggy and detailed. Also, the music playing is something akin to the atmospherics of Prometheus. This is why you can't have a nicer trailer, if you're wondering. Hakran K'hal: I generally prefer my soup to be in a bowl, personally. Hunter Matheson: ::then again, there's some pretty interesting stuff in the area... not that he would like to feel or taste it:: William Chocox: I've played in enough horror holodeck programs to know that automatic lighting is bad news. Hunter Matheson: (the wha of who, cap?) Maryse Dubois: ::Glances at Will.:: Not very reassuring... Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Glances to Miranda:: Lovely place. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda kept her phaser out as they explored, glad of the rebreather.:: We're not here any longer than we have to be. Let's keep it moving. I don't like the look of these swamps. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Scanning around as they walk. :: "Butyric acid, decay products, everything you'd expect in a swamp. Lovely." Maryse Dubois: We did make sure the door was sealed on the yacht, right? Hakran K'hal: The lighting seems to be :: catsneeze :: linked to the landing platform. I'm guessing it :: catsneeze :: turns on with pressure detectors. Damn these humanoid rebreathers, they never work well on me. William Chocox: ::glances back at Maryse:: In adventure programs it means you're getting to the end if it makes you feel better. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Looks up from her tricorder. :: "You mean the most dangerous part?" Cptn Swain: ACTION> They come to a set of stairs leading to an entrance. The fascia has the feeling of a temple of some sort. At the head of the stairs are of set of doors, they're partially ajar, but not enough for anyone on person to squeeze through,. They appear to have been forcibly opened at some point before being perhaps forcibly closed. Hunter Matheson: ::keeping an eye on Arden's tricorder::: Hakran K'hal: :: looks up the stairs at the doors, scans :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Whatever material the temple is made out of, in combination with the already elevated radiation from the gas giant, is blocking further scans of the ruin interiors. Maryse Dubois: ::Notices the door.:: You can tell someone was here recently. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Reconfigures her plant scanner to check for biological residue on the door. :: "Someone did a bad job of making it look like they didn't go in there." Hunter Matheson: ::checking the doors for prints, marks, anything that might give a hint as to what happened:: Hakran K'hal: I hate it when my tricorder comes back with "Nothing happened." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She gestured to the door.:: Get some muscle over here. Someone see if you can force this open. Indaura Ryssan: :: Bending down to the floor, examining something :: Hunter Matheson: ::moves toward the door:: Yes, ma'am. Might need another one. Maryse Dubois: ::Pats Will on the back.:: We have another volunteer. :;Smirks.:: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::holsters his Tricorder and joins in the door opening:: William Chocox: Alright Doc. Hunter Matheson: :::slips on his tac gloves and checks the door before moving in::: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene helps open the door with her half-Klingon strength! :: Hakran K'hal: :: says to hell with it and takes off the already not fully sealed rebreather and tries to see if he can use millions of years of evolution to find something out, and sniffs :: Ugh. :: series of catsneezes :: William Chocox: ::walks up:: Hunter Matheson: On three... ::waiting for Cho::: William Chocox: One Cptn Swain: (( Maryse and *throws dart at wall* Will, give me a number 1-20 )) William Chocox: (( 16 )) Hunter Matheson: two... Maryse Dubois: ((8)) Hunter Matheson: 3.. Hunter Matheson: :::shoulders into it:: William Chocox: ::pushes:: Cptn Swain: ACTION> With some effort, the group is able to open the door, albeit with a lovely grinding sound that our feline friend no doubt appreciates. Hakran K'hal: :: puts the rebreather back on as well it will fit, then gets an earful from the door :: Gyaaah! William Chocox: You ok K'hal? Hunter Matheson: ::relaxes and looks up, around:: Looks like that's as far as it'll go. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Dusts off his shoulder a little and turns on his handlamp:: Maryse Dubois: ::Hands Hakran a small hypo like device, wincing at the sound a little herself.:: Nasal spray? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Winces at the sound of the door. :: "Lovely." :: Looks over to Hakran. :: "You all right, sir?" Hakran K'hal: :: shakes it off, then looks over at Maryse :: Worth a shot. Hunter Matheson: Hum.. pretty big, heavy door to have for an entry. Wonder why. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The interior of the temple is less than pristine, as the swamp had begun taking over the interior there as well. Lights flicker on and off in the entry room. Hakran K'hal: :: as quickly as possible spritzes his nasal cavity and refits the rebreather again :: Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Fits on his rebreather, which he'd not used till now as the air took a decidedly more dank note of decay inside the doorway:: Maryse Dubois: Hang onto it. You may need more later. ::Turns on her light.:: Hakran K'hal: :: nods at Irene :: Fine, but I hate being sexually assaulted by plants. This is why I'm a quantum physicist, I'm supposed to be in a clean lab. William Chocox: ::fits his own rebreather and turns on a personal light:: Hunter Matheson: ::follows the lead with the rebreather as the nasty just got more nasty::: Hakran K'hal: :: flicks on his light and follows along :: Maryse Dubois: ::Put her rebreather on before entering the ruins.:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "This is about as far from a clean lab as you're going to get." :: Irene finally decides to put on her rebreather. :: "Wow, that is disgusting." Hunter Matheson: (brb) Cptn Swain: Arden> Remind me the next we go on vacation, Miranda, to pick a more... sterile location. William Chocox: Join Starfleet they said, travel to exotic locations with cutting edge technology they said. Indaura Ryssan: :: Sniffs :: Why do we always get these places? William Chocox: Because we're that good at our jobs. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I like water. Just not swamp water. ::She did a circuit about the interior of the temple, turning on her handlight to chase away the shadows.:: Hakran K'hal: :: tries a scan now that they're inside :: Cptn Swain: (( Give me a number 1-20 Hark )) Hakran K'hal: (( 7, and :: switches the r and k around so he doesn't sound like a xmas song :: )) Ens. Irene Mincine: "I could use a cutting-edge sonic shower after this one..." Hunter Matheson: (bak) Cptn Swain: ACTION> The readings are still a bit scattered, with a larger picture of the ruins not coming through. However, Hakran the Herald Angels Sing *does* notice a low-frequency repeating signal on a Starfleet signal that appears to be coded for Commander Hawthorne. Maryse Dubois: I call dibs on the Yacht's shower when we get out of here. Cptn Swain: Arden> You know this is somehow not the worst place Asher has gotten me into. Hakran K'hal: :: blink blinkety blink :: Uh, Commander Hawthorne... You seem to have a call. :: hands her the tricorder :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: What? ::Turns, curious. She took the tricorder and entered her personal code.:: William Chocox: Who's calling the Commander out here? Rhan K'hal: @ :: enjoying a holonovel while curled up in the Lugh's command chair, moderately enjoying a cup of MRE coffee and the lovely mechanically tangy air of the elderly air reclamation system aboard that at least is not full of the smell of dead things, because even the dead though the Lugh was too low rent :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "Hello, Federation Cleaners? We're never taking one of your orders again." Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Lifts a brow turning to see what was going on behind him:: Hakran K'hal: Incidentally, the future still seems to be hazy, at least as far as the rest of the complex goes. Unless someone is sending the Commander a map. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Swain left a message... ::Scrolling through it.:: William Chocox: Oh, it's the Captain. Maryse Dubois: What did he say? Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Bites his lip:: Hakran K'hal: Probably something slightly useful but otherwise short and cryptic. Maryse Dubois: ::Shrugs:: Probably Hunter Matheson: :::keeping an eye out as the others focus on the cdr::: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::She swung the tricorder about and began to follow it, pausing now and again to turn and check the readings. She stopped at a vine covered wall.:: Hunter Matheson: ::watches:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well...?" :: She watches as well. :: Hakran K'hal: Because a set of coordinates with a meeting timestamp would be entirely out of the realm of our luck. I'm going to have to apologize to Rhan, the away team missions for this group are a pain in the tail. Indaura Ryssan: :: Looks at the wall :: Commander? Hunter Matheson: ::checking out the vines:: Hakran K'hal: :: swishes his own as he waits for Miranda to do her thing, knowing better than to hurry her along :: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Sweeping back the vines, she ran her hand along the wall until her fingers found a slight depression. Pressing it, she stepped back.:: Maryse Dubois: ::Grins.:: He's probably enjoying the snacks that I replicated him before we left. Hakran K'hal: :: chuckles :: Most likely. Hunter Matheson: ::steps close to her, just in case:: William Chocox: ::watches:: Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ACTION> The temple began to shake, dust falling from the ceiling, as a section in the wall slid back with a rumble, revealing another room. Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: There is nothing of use in the message -- at least not being transmitted -- but the signal is coming from in there. Hunter Matheson: ::checks with Arden:: Mind if I take point? ::also to the Cdr:: Hakran K'hal: :: catsneeze, tricorder scan of the room, catsneeze :: Note to self, carry Caitian rebreather on self at all times :: Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene jumps back as the temple shakes! :: " Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Shakes his head an motions for Hunter to proceed:: Ens. Irene Mincine: "Well that's something." Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: Yes, but be careful. Hunter Matheson: ::draws and lights it up to sweep before entering, then slowly steps in::: Hunter Matheson: ::cough:: Up your rebreathers a notch. Cptn Swain: ACTION> The next room seems to be two levels, with a large root growing out from the lower level and up through the floor to the ceiling of the second level. There appear to be four exits to the room, two on each level. William Chocox: ::does so:: Hunter Matheson: ::continues to sweep side to side::: Hunter Matheson: Clear. Cptn Swain: << Hunter, Hak, Irene, give me a number 1-20 each )) Hakran K'hal: Don't everyone trample into the room, we may need footprints in the dust to pick a door, we don't want to ruin our own search. Hunter Matheson: ::Moves out:: Looks like it's been here a while. ::shines on the root::: Big sucker. Hunter Matheson: (7) Hakran K'hal: (( 2 )) Maryse Dubois: ::Seeing the numerous exits.:: We are NOT splitting up... Hunter Matheson: ::questioning look to Arden regarding the levels and exits:: Ens. Irene Mincine: ((14)) Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Is following along. :: Hakran K'hal: :: flicks the dust off the top of his muzzle in annoyance :: William Chocox: Of course there's multiple exits. Hunter Matheson: Yeah. What's an adventure without that? Cptn Swain: ACTION> As Hunter sweeps the room, his light catches something for only the briefest of seconds, but as quickly as he notices, it vanishes. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Looks to Miranda:: Hunter Matheson: Huh...? Ens. Irene Mincine: "What's up?" :: Looks at Hunter. :: Hunter Matheson: Anyone else see that? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: ::Miranda entered behind the others, checking the tricorder to find the source. The signal was weak, but grew stronger when she lifted the device toward the second level.:: Somewhere up there. William Chocox: Well that's better. Hunter Matheson: ::weirdness factor of the place ups a notch, and his adrenaline kicks in:: Hakran K'hal: :: swivels his ears around - not as good as his brother at using his body as a biological tricorder, but is still Caitian :: Cptn Swain: ACTION> Hakran doesn't notice anything unusual, but he does see there is a staircase that leads to the second level. Cptn Swain: << 2 Minute Warning >> Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: I didn't see anything. What was it, Matheson? Cdr Miranda Hawthorne: An animal? Hakran K'hal: Well, at least we don't have to climb the root. There are the stairs. :: point :: Hunter Matheson: No idea, ma'am. Light caught it but it was gone in a second. Hunter Matheson: No way to identify. Shiny, but not moving that I noticed. William Chocox: Animal? Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Shrugs. :: "Swamp gas, probably." Hunter Matheson: ::Cho:: No idea, sir. Cptn Swain: Arden> Maybe a weather balloon. Cptn Swain: Arden> ::Motions to the staricase:: We should keep moving all the same. I don't know about anyone else, but this place does give me the creeps. Hunter Matheson: ::Luigi:: No, ma'am. I've seen enough swamp gas. :::snorts at Arden, despite the rank:: Hunter Matheson: ::Arden:: Same here, sir. Ens. Irene Mincine: :: Irene shrugs. :: "Agreed." Cptn Swain: CardBoardTandaris> ::seemingly enjoying it, because he's weird like that:: Cptn Swain: << ,,, and ,,,, >> Hakran K'hal: I'm glad Rhan isn't on this mission, we'd have so much sarcasm built up we'd end up with a singularity. Hakran K'hal: :: shakes the dust out of his hair while he's still on the lower level :: Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM Cptn Swain: PAUSE SIM