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  1. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/15/19 - 10:07 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is zero. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Commander Cayne is Officer in Charge in C&C. Commander Coleridge is investigating the Nei'rrh/Argos II incident. The children are in the medical complex. Life on Aegis seems to have returned to normal. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the medical facility complex place :: mimipavilion: ::in medical tending to the remaining patients:: Alexis McFarland: ::in Sickbay, with Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::ordering some food:: Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, sipping a chai latte prior to asking his first question of Tarisa:: Jylliene: ::in med as well, checking on Annisha and Nijil:: Annisha: What's wrong father, too much change? Chirakis: :::C&C, at the viewing window, watching those on the commerce deck::: Fletcher Jackson: :::OPS, C&C::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the holograms before him :: I know au took your time with your turn, but I did not expect this change. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Holding up C&C :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Decompressing in the park :: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::at a library terminal on the C&C:: Chirakis: :::turns to complete her standard pace::: Jylliene: ::watching them both:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How are the Bajorans the dominant power? Tarisa: Miana> ::Still watching Alexis play her game.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around Drakums to see who is around:: Chirakis: ::notes the science officers, hoping that Cdr Tarisa is well::: Tarisa: Miana>::Hanging over the back of the hoverchair.:: Alexis McFarland: I'm still trying to get used to it.. Annisha: They have a fire father. Tarisa: ::Is in Scott's office.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinkblink, then ignores::: Annisha: They have control.. I mean agreements with twenty other worlds. Scott Coleridge: Commander, can you describe for me what Commander tr'Korjata's demeanour was like at the beginning of the mission? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Jylliene :: I'm going to lose to a pre-teen. Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the food is delivered:: Waiter> Will there be anything else? Jylliene: ::unsure when Annisha started to sound ten or twenty years older:: So it seems. Fletcher Jackson: :::focusing on corridors while the poor guy at Aux OPS is taking care of the other stuff:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to waiter:: No, but a friend may be joining me. Chirakis: ::casual pace towards Dran:: Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: He seemed like he normally is when there is a mission. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on a scone.:: Annisha: Look at all those Bajoran... :: points with her fingers :: Scott Coleridge: He didn't seem overly distracted or upset, given that his daughter was among the missing? Alexis McFarland: I have to try to get to end of this asteroid belt. ::bites into her scone as well, and sips her tea:: mimipavilion: ::finishes treating the last Argos II crewmember:: Chirakis: ::approaches Dran, not wanting to interrupt her reading but curious about any progress regarding the mission::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: goes to Jylliene :: I think her mental state is fine. Annisha: :: Closes the game :: Johnson Kenyon: ::starts enjoying his food, looking up every now and then to see if someone joins him:: Annisha: Your turn, old man! Tae'Lynn Dran: ::paging through the highlights of several dozen research papers:: No, no, maybe, no, certainly not, no..... ::making notes::: Jylliene: ::smirks:: Seems so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Heads out of the park to get a sandwich :: Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: No. I too had personal stakes in the mission. But we knew there was a job to do, and we were the best chance at that time. Fletcher Jackson: ::using the headset:: +com+ RSE Voldar, you are cleared for orbit. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to other patients in the sickbay, more at ease now that Alexis is doing fine:: Chirakis: ::looks toward Jackson, then up at the corridor screen::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hold Jy's hands :: How are au? Chirakis: :::noting Dran is busy, she moves toward Jackson:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks at the screen, then points to an area.:: Go there? Jylliene: Better, now that you're both back. Scott Coleridge: I see. ::makes notes on a PADD:: What was your initial reaction when tr'Korjata proposed going to warp and Lt. Kenyon objected? Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, that might be useful. ::more notes:: Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: Mmm. Yes, let's go there. ::taps the area and jumps to impulse:: Alexis McFarland: impulse mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and inputs the updates on the personal she took care of:: Fletcher Jackson: +com+ RSE Voldar, understood. Chirakis: ::approaches:: Mr. Jackson? Nijil tr'Korjata: It was an...adventure. In the end though the Argos II escaped despite our efforts. They saved us. Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes eating, disappointed:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slight turn::: Yes, ma'am? ::still at work::: Annisha: :: Goes to watch her padd :: Chirakis: RSE Voldar is in orbit as a courtesy, or otherwise? Jylliene: Mm. Alexis McFarland: ::meanders past the asteroids towards the area, a small planet or moon:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Enters the commerce area :: Tae'Lynn Dran: That should do it ::logs out of the terminal. Moves over to science station:: Fletcher Jackson: ::tap...tap:: Routine visit, ma'am. Chirakis: And they said nothing else? Jylliene: ::ponders:: Tarisa: While initially there was a cause for concern with going to warp, the risk was justifiable. Had we remained at full impulse, we would not have escaped the incoming wave. Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Stand by. ::turns to Chirakis:: They called it a "pass through", ma'am. Tarisa: ::Sips at her tea.:: Fletcher Jackson: Code is... 263. Johnson Kenyon: ::touching his finger to the padd to indicate payment:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: Carry on. Nijil tr'Korjata: What a messed up region of space. We'll have to reroute around it from now on. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sits down. Begins entering experiment parameters into her log:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. +com+ Freighter Komkast, you are cleared for docking... ::etc::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks around :: Stations report please. Fletcher Jackson: :::Cayne::: Situation normal, sir. Lots of traffic today. Scott Coleridge: Speaking as a senior officer and department head, how would you appraise Lieutenant Kenyon's performance on the mission, and particularly his conduct following the warp jump? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glances over the status board:: Science systems nominal. Tarisa: Miana> ::Doesn't know much about the game, but she is getting a fleeting idea.:: You should go there next. ::Points, tail swishing.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and leaves:: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: Hm, yes. You are quickly picking up on it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yeah...lots of dots. Jylliene: Think there will ever be a trip off-station for Annisha that isn't accompanied by some largeish mishap? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Walking around the shops :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Cayne:: Yes, sir. Alexis McFarland: ::picks up her cargo and heads to the next destination:: Gotta watch out for space pirates.. Annisha: :: laughs :: He got hit in the head with a coconut! Nijil tr'Korjata: Perhaps there is a cosmic force at work... Johnson Kenyon: ::reporting to Main engineering, looks around in case Nijil is back:: mimipavilion: ::exits her office and finds Dacia:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: I will be in my office. Jylliene: Prefer not to think of that. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Hey I'm going to C&C for a bit. Dacia Sandero: ::looks up:: Okay. Tarisa: The Lieutenant has every to feel as he does, especially when his life is on the line. ::Thinks back.:: But I have worked with Commander Korjata before on board the Nei'rrh. I was used to how things were ran. Perhaps Mr. Kenyon would have felt different if he had done the same? I do not know. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the lab schedule. Reserves a proper block of time for her experiments:: mimipavilion: ::smiles and exits medical via the tl:: Tarisa: Miana> Bad pirates. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Comm beeps :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks :: Engineering? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the C&C a short time later:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting at a console, tapping on computer to learn the location of Nijil, seeing he is with his child, decides to review the repair log:: Chirakis: ::enters her office to begin paging through information on the Nei'rrh/Argos investigation::: Alexis McFarland: Yes, they are bad.. Chirakis: 10:30 PM mimipavilion: ::looks around and heads over to Cayne:: Hey. Scott Coleridge: Thank you. That will be sufficient. Do you have any other observations or remarks you'd like to enter into the record? Chirakis: ::she stops at a certain point and is not impressed:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Someone creeps from a far station :: Lt. Little> Sorry sir. Engineering status is green. Nothing into the yellow at this time. Chirakis: ::leaving the tablet open, she relaxes into her chair to think::: mimipavilion: ::kinda stares down Cayne:: Jylliene: ::considers a question:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes doctor? mimipavilion: Is the captain in? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at list, decides to pop in and review the work in person:: Jylliene: What were you able to accomplish with the Nei'rrh there? Tarisa: ::Shakes head, setting her empty cup on the coaster.:: Thank you for the tea. ::Stands.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: She should be in her office last I looked. She's mulling over something. Chirakis: ::pulls up his full record::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll take my chances thanks. Scott Coleridge: You're welcome. And one last thing: well done on the mission. I know that it wouldn't have been easy, even if people that close to you weren't involved. I'm glad all of you came back safe. Scott Coleridge: Dismissed. mimipavilion: ::goes over to Chirakis' office and chimes:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her scone.:: I wonder how the lady makes these. Chirakis: ::scrolling through the information:: Enter. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. ::Exits office.:: mimipavilion: ::enters:: Ma'am. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::leans back in the chair and mentally goes over the experiment in her head:: Alexis McFarland: I don't know, I'm curious as well. But, I'm not too good at cooking. Chirakis: ::looking up:: Yes, Dr. Pavilion? Annisha: Au don't cook Bubby's. Fletcher Jackson: ::work... work...work::: Scott Coleridge: ::lets out a long sigh:: I hate this part of the job. ::makes a few more notes into his PADD:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Something on your mind my e'lev? Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to the TL:: Deck 7 mimipavilion: I thought I would tell you that the remaining crew members of Argos II are doing fine and should be released within the next day or two. The same can be said for the three little girls. Scott Coleridge: ::disposes of the empty cups in the replicator, pauses to take a look at his reflection in the console:: Might as well rip off the band-aid. Tarisa: Miana> I do not know what the lady looks like. Have you seen her? Jylliene: Just wondering if you're going to answer my question ::slight grin:: How did things go on the Nei'rrh? What did you do out there? Chirakis: Excellent news, Doctor. Thank you. Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting TL, seeking out the repair team:: Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Coleridge to Commander tr'Korjata. Alexis McFarland: I've not seen her before, no. Dacia says she's nice though. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, oh. Sorry.. I've not calmed... +Coleridge+ Korjata here. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ Please report to my office. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Thought it'd be better to tell you in person than a report, which I will of course will be written for my files and the like. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jy :: +Coleridge+ On my way. Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::she nods::: In person is always appreciated. Johnson Kenyon: ::locating the repair team as they finishing their work... speaking with them; asking about their assignment:: mimipavilion: ::smiles:: You look a bit troubled. Also, Cayne informed me before I came in. Tarisa: ::Enters C&C, returning to the SCI console. Sees Dran working.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy :: in short. Went looking for the Argos, wave hit is, safeties went on, lost power... rigged the shields to protect us, got to the warren... ::Starts walking to the lift :: Big wave coming.. Jylliene: ::follows:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Everything okay? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: C&C Chirakis: ::sighs and nods again:: A few things we are encountering are... unprecedented, Doctor. Please, have a seat. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I've been in worse spots.. under enemy fire. Tough ship though.. a little.. crinkley. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits on to the C&C :: Jylliene: ::nods:: Good luck in there. Chirakis: ::she puts the tablet and padd aside::: What makes you think that I am troubled, Doctor? Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the team, heading to another one:: Chirakis: Only my expression? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Debriefing. ::Looks at what she has.:: New project? Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah, thanks. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: chimes on the Coleridge door :: Scott Coleridge: Enter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters :: Jylliene: ::returns to check on Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Commander Coleridge... good.. what is it, afternoon? Tae'Lynn Dran: Preparing an experiment. I want to see how life forms could survive in that nebula with the amount of radiation and flares present. Jylliene: ::back down to the medical bay:: Annisha: :: Watches the video on her padd :: Scott Coleridge: I believe so, although time seems to stand still in this office. mimipavilion: Expressions can say a lot, especially when your crew and the civilians you are watching are in danger? Annisha: What are these creatures doing in the ocean? Alexis McFarland: ::dodging some pirates and tries to fire back, but her ship is just the basic starter ship:: Scott Coleridge: Have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Tarisa: I am curious as well. Have you had a chance to ask Dr. Brubaker about it? Chirakis: And what makes you think that we have a crew in danger? ::curious::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I could scan for chronitons or tachyons. Nijil tr'Korjata: Any 'yons Jylliene: ::re-enters medical and finds the children:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Something I can help au with? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Feels a bit depressed, continues to walk around the shops :: Scott Coleridge: I'm afraid it's something serious, yes. Sit down. Tarisa: Miana> ::Watching.:: Oh! Go here! ::Pointing to a nebula like thing.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: No. I'm just going off the data from sensor logs. I have a theory but need to test it. mimipavilion: Our location for starters, plus there's the Alliance amongst other things. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: Jylliene: ::finds the children and watches as they play:: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, good thinking. You're a good navigator, Miana ::smiles and heads to the nebula:: Chirakis: To which alliance do you refer, Doctor? Tae'Lynn Dran: I didn't catch what the Dr's specialty was. Annisha: :: Watches the other two :: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking out the next team in the middle of installing a new food replicator:: Chirakis: :::picking her brain to see what rumors are going around the station::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Waves to some people passing by, where did she know them from? :: Scott Coleridge: Commander, I am conducting a formal investigation into the events of the recent mission. Specifically, I am looking into what happened on the Nei'rrh, and whether your command decisions unduly endangered your crew and others involved. You have not been charged with anything. However, you have the right to representation before you say anything on the record. Would you care to exercise that right at this time? Nijil tr'Korjata: Unduly dangered? Tarisa: Geology. I need to speak with him soon. ::Thinks a moment, then smiles.:: It is strange. I was to be his student at one point at the Academy. But he vanished before I joined. There is a bust of him in the Science wing. You may have seen it. mimipavilion: The Alliance in the nearby sector, but I doubt that is high point right now. Given what happened with Argos II that's more the issue at present. Scott Coleridge: Correct. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles and purrs.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been down this line before. I can't say anything else now and would request representation. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles, and hides the ship in the nebula:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I will need copies of the charges sent to me and my representative Chirakis: ::slight smile:: That alliance has not endangered us so far, Doctor. There is no reason to worry. mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. Chirakis: But the situation with Nei'rrh and Argos II was stressful. mimipavilion: Agreed. Chirakis: Many of us are dealing with that, and that is probably what makes me look troubled. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits:: Tae'Lynn Dran: He's THAT Dr? There were always so many stories about what happened to him. Chirakis: Apparently I am losing my SI-5 touch. mimipavilion: I don't doubt that. Scott Coleridge: There are no formal charges. The purpose of the investigation is to determine if there is anything that merits further action. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: And now we at least know part of the answer. Chirakis: ::slightly broader grin:: Johnson Kenyon: ::having checked on the food replicator, starts heading to Deck 15:: mimipavilion: Losing your touch no Nijil tr'Korjata: The representation still stands commander. I have heard what happens when one is requested too late. Scott Coleridge: Of course. Do you have a specific officer whom you would like to represent you, or would you like one to be appointed for you? Chirakis: Then... am I cleared for duty? ::more relaxed::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I don't personally know any legal counsel. Nijil tr'Korjata: Wait, perhaps Commander Cayne has the experience. Scott Coleridge: ::brings up Commander Cayne's service record:: Scott Coleridge: ::passes it over to Nijil:: Is that satisfactory? Nijil tr'Korjata: I believe so. Tae'Lynn Dran: Classmate insisted they saw a classified report he'd gone native during an expedition and married into a native tribe. Little less romantic of a conclusion. Oh well. mimipavilion: Of course, you are. Sometimes it's better to talk things out. Even if the counselor is the CMO, even if it's beyond our head counselor pay grade. Tarisa: ::Smirks.:: I think I heard the same rumor. Chirakis: ::leans back::: And I do appreciate that. Scott Coleridge: Very well. I'll send you and Cayne both a formal notice of the investigatory proceedings and their scope and allow you to converse with him before I resume my questioning. Shall we reconvene here in... four hours? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. I need time to pull up the Nei'rrh logs, unless those have been sealed. Chirakis: 10:58 PM mimipavilion: Anything else I should know at the moment? Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. ::standing and rounding her desk::: Not at the moment. But I do have a few situations to take care of. Scott Coleridge: No, nothing has been sealed. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at deck 15, reviewing the enlisted quarters:: Chirakis: ::guiding her toward the door::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I'll be starting my experiment in the morning. I'll keep you updated. Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward:: Nijil, although I appreciate the gravity with which you're treating this, I'm not acting as a prosecutor here. I'm not here to make a case for or against your actions. And the investigation may indeed shift in focus depending on my findings. mimipavilion: ::nods and stands:: of course. ::following Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: One moment +Flight Deck+ Korjata here, place a security lockdown on the Nei'rrh. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Please. I am curious about the results. Nijil tr'Korjata: I understand Commander. Chirakis: ::the door opens:: I will be up to see the children soon. mimipavilion: ::nods:: of course. They'll be happy to see you especially Annisha. Scott Coleridge: All I'm going to be doing is asking questions. This will not be a hearing. There are no witnesses to be called. You don't need to provide a defence. You just need to tell your side of the story. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/15/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: TBS will be 17 hours. [sim will begin @ 7:00 am] Words for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: The Ides of March seem to have been on the good side this year. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |15 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is Zero. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Commander Coleridge is conducting an investigation regarding the Nei’rrh mission. The children are relaxing in the medical complex. Dr. Davis keeps them supplied with scones. Life on Aegis seems to have returned to normal.
  3. The Dawn of a New Era Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 “We might have interesting visitors occasionally. We will ignore them. Security is advised. They know what to do.” ~ Captain Chirakis to Commander Coleridge From her position in Command and Control, Kirel overlooked the commerce deck. Civilians strolled casually through the area, patronizing bistros and restaurants, and browsing through stores. As far as they were concerned, all was well in the universe. Occasionally one of the clandestine surveillance team would pass by, impeccably blending with the others. When she moved from command to Chief of Security, Kirel had essentially turned the department inside out and upside down. During the first two months she assessed the quality of each officer, culled the best from the group and reassigned the others. Though they were not aware of such training, the best began training as if they were candidates for SI-5. From that group she chose a few for training in clandestine operations: how to blend with and monitor their surroundings. From her vantage point, Kirel spotted one of the latter enjoying Drankum’s Bar with a friend. Another strolled past stores, occasionally stopping to admire a dress. Windows do make excellent mirrors. Moving with the afternoon crowd, a tall Vulcan wandered past the stores and restaurants, pausing occasionally at a window to admire the merchandise, then moving on. His finely tailored robes, embroidered with the insignia of a Vulcan house, spoke of a prominent businessman. One sleeve bore the crest of a distant Vulcan colony, and colonial colors draped over his left shoulder. He would be addressed as Ambassador Sejak. In reality, he was EnRiov Keshir tr’Aldani, the highest ranking and most powerful agent of the Tal Shiar, and a master of disguise. His facial prosthetic was impeccable, his manner and accent flawless, and his Vulcan fluency testified to his expertise in deception. Even his daughter would not recognize him. A slight glance toward CnC and a respectful nod to Kirel elicited her nod. They would dine together in the evening if possible and exchange information through a conversational dance while sipping the best Vulcan wines. A few minutes ago, Commander Coleridge had asked, “Based on your own… connections… where do you think this is heading?” She had responded, “I will not speculate on that. It's best to allow things to flow toward you than to expect a certain thing to happen. However, I do have... ‘connections’ that will inform us of progress.” It was good to see a few of her ‘connections’ at work.
  4. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/8/19 - 10:04 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 4.5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Nei'rrh and Argos II are under repair. Medical is very busy. Command is preparing for a possible Alien Alliance attack. Commander Coleridge is with Captain Chirakis in her office. Commander Cayne is Officer in Charge in CnC. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::in her office with Scott, discussing a few things::: mimipavilion: ::in medical dealing with 3 little girls:: Scott Coleridge: ::sitting in Chirakis' office, noting the changes in decor since the change of command:: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at Science:: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the big chair :: Tarisa: Miana> ::In Medical with Alexis and Annisha.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting at a console in Main Engineering, bead of sweat forming on his forehead:: Annisha: :: Annisha is asleep in sickbay :: Chirakis: ::Scott:: We might have interesting visitors occasionally. We will ignore them. Security is advised. They know what to do. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil walks into sickbay, looks around :: mimipavilion: ::looking over their files in her office:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD, with Miana and Annisha:: Scott Coleridge: Ignore stuff. Got it. That doesn't seem that difficult. Alexis McFarland: ::in medical as well, looking after the patients and glad Alexis seems to be doing okay:: Chirakis: No, not all that difficult. But when you factor in keeping your eyes open for suspects, it takes a different turn. Tarisa: Miana> ::Leaning on the back of Alexis' hoverchair.:: I wish we had more of those snacks that your Neemah let us take. Alexis McFarland: I wonder if Dr. Davis has anymore. Chirakis: But again, security will be on top of everything. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and leaves to clean himself up:: Tarisa: Miana> Is she the nice lady that made them? Alexis McFarland: That's what Dacia said, yes. Tarisa: Miana> Oooh. ::pauses:: I do not know who that is. Fletcher Jackson: ::monitoring traffic ::: Chirakis: I have nothing else. mimipavilion: ::gets up, leaving her office, and enters medical facility:: Alexis McFarland: She's the station's counsellor. Or one of them, I don't know if we have more than one. Alexis McFarland: Dacia says the chief counsellor anyway. Tarisa: Miana> What is a counselor? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pokes around the sickbay :: Scott Coleridge: ::nods:: Based on your own... connections ... where do you think this is heading? Alexis McFarland: Hmm, they counsel people on how to run their lives? mimipavilion: ::sees Nijil:: Can I help you Nijil? Tarisa: Miana> They should run their own lives. Alexis McFarland: Sometimes people need help on how to run their lives. Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter, I'm here to see her. Tarisa: Miana> Or does it get really hard when you grow up? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Come with me. Chirakis: I will not speculate on that. It's best to allow things to flow toward you than to expect a certain thing to happen. However, I do have... other connections that will inform us of progress. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks with the doctor :: Alexis McFarland: It seems like it. A lot of adults on the station seem to be always stressed out. Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to Main Engineering, grabbing a tool kit and heading out again:: mimipavilion: ::heads to Annisha's room:: Tarisa: Miana> That is not good... ::shakes head.:: Alexis McFarland: It's a real downer for a Betazed picking up on all that negativity. Chirakis: And my "connections" also have their ways to deal with intruders. Chirakis: One could be right next to you and you would never know it. Annisha: :: stirs :: Nijil tr'Korjata: How is she doctor? Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: It must be. mimipavilion: ::enters the room:: She's stable. As you can see, she's asleep. Fletcher Jackson: ::shuttling ships from one corridor to another, receiving berthing requests::: Scott Coleridge: We'll need to balance being prepared with not spooking the civilian population, I suppose.... Alexis McFarland: Well, you get used to it. And you learn to tune all that stuff out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hears voices coming closer, then Mimi and Nijil show up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Figures. I'll just sit with her, if that's alright. Chirakis: ::nod:: Exactly. As far as they are concerned, things are back to normal everyday events. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Feels like his is out of place.. or should be standing. And where was his coffee, wait, how many cups today? :: Alexis McFarland: ::turns at the voices, hearing Nijil walk past into Annisha's room:: Chirakis: And the operatives that we have will look like ordinary civilians. They will not be noticed. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a chair and sits at her bed :: Alexis McFarland: ::Playing Annisha's space game against the AI:: Tarisa: Miana> Are you winning? :;Peaking.:: mimipavilion: ::exits the room and enters Alexis and Miana's room:: Chirakis: Yeoman> :;brings Cayne his coffee:: Donuts, sir? Alexis McFarland: ::positions the PADD so Miana can see better:: I think so. Alexis McFarland: ::looks up at Mimi:: Hello.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Sure. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: deck 7 Scott Coleridge: All right. Let's hope most of the day's events are normal. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks up, getting off Alexis' hoverchair.:: mimipavilion: How are the two of you? Chirakis: Yeoman> Any one kind in particular? Nijil tr'Korjata: Anni.. :: pauses :: I'm sorry. Chirakis: I'm sure they will be. Alexis McFarland: I'm okay, I guess. Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: mimipavilion: ::nods and scans the both of them to check to make sure:: Tarisa: ::Looking up, seeing Cayne talk to the Yeoman.:: Scott Coleridge: I have one other thing... did you read Lieutenant Kenyon's report? Chirakis: I did. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Those ball things... Alexis McFarland: Will we get to go home soon? ::too Mimi:: Chirakis: Yeoman> Yes, sir. The donut holes they're called. Sugared or plain? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm sorry I did not protect au...out there.. :: gestures to the 'sky' :: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking the new sensor modifications... seeing how they held up under the strain:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They tell me the phenomenon that caused the Argos II to crash was...unique. Does not make it feel any better. Scott Coleridge: I'll conduct an investigation as requested. I could use some input from you. Chirakis: Yeoman> :::brings him an assortment:: You can try them all, sir. Chirakis: Of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think I will. :: grabs them all, puts them next to the chair :: Chirakis: Yeoman> Let me know if you need anything else, sir. ::moves out::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Life is more than this station, more than Romulus, more than Volnar. Au need to see it...feel it. Tarisa: ::CnC is quickly filling with the scent of coffee and sugar.:: Alexis McFarland: ::drinks some juice:: Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: I have to admit, when Nijil requested to join the search, I hesitated for a moment. I wondered if his daughter being missing might affect his judgment. Fletcher Jackson: ::almost a minor collision as two Ferengi ships joust for positions. He sends out the corridor patrol::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Hesitant to ask, but finally does.:: Are there more snacks from the nice lady? Alexis McFarland: Mm, snack. Chirakis: ::takes a deep breath:: Commander, Nei'rrh was the only vessel here that could have performed that operation well. Commander Korjata is the best to pilot it. There is no other like him, and there is no other shuttle like Nei'rrh. Chirakis: We had little choice. And, of course, we had no idea what situation they were in... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places his hand on hers :: Au were lucky, only a knock to the head. Au can thank an engineer for that. Chirakis: Had we known what happened to Argos II, we might have made a different choice. Alexis McFarland: ::goes back to her space game after Mimi finishes scanning her:: Chirakis: However, we did not. And he performed admirably. Scott Coleridge: Yes, you're right. I always have trouble with this part of command. It's much easier to second-guess yourself in hindsight. mimipavilion: ::finishes up:: Ok girls looks like you are on the mend and will be released soon. I'm sure there's something left. Chirakis: Indeed it is. Alexis McFarland: Yay, I hope so. Alexis McFarland: Thanks Tarisa: Miana> Yay Chirakis: Moreover, men of his caliber and expertise focus on the mission before thinking of anything else. Believe me, his mind was completely focused on the mission. Only afterwards did he think of his daughter. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: I thought that would cheer you two up. Alexis McFarland: mm, yes! ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> Mhm. Johnson Kenyon: ::completing checks, making repair orders:: mimipavilion: I'll go check to see if there's something left. Deal. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at her :: Au are going to grow up faster than I can keep pace with. No doubt au are smarter than any of us, certainly when I was your age. Scott Coleridge: I've read Nijil and Tarisa's mission reports, but I'm also going to review the recording from the shuttle for the time period in question. Scott Coleridge: Then I'll speak to each of them and to Mr. Kenyon before I arrive at a determination. Chirakis: ::nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: As...naughty as au are, we are very proud of au. Losing both parents is na easy. I know. Johnson Kenyon: ::most of the relays are showing signs of stress... the modifications put a heavy strain on them:: mimipavilion: ::goes and checks for scones:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::has just made fresh::: Scott Coleridge: ::noticing Chirakis doing that nodding thing she does:: Right... so... I'm going to go get started on that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Bring up the sector map on the viewscreen :: Chirakis: ::stands:: If I can be of further assistance, I will be here. mimipavilion: ::goes and checks the lounge:: Scott Coleridge: ::stands up:: Thank you. ::exits Chirakis' office:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading back down to deck 70:: Fletcher Jackson: :::corridor patrol sorts things out for the two Ferengi ships:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Getting excited, cause she can smell them being made.:: Yay. I can smell them. Alexis McFarland: ::sniffs:: Mmm, yummy. Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of her office and almost bumps into Mimi:: Oh... goodness. ::juggles the basket::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll do better. I don't want to lock au away in a tall tower. :: tear :: Chirakis: ::standing there a while after the door closed, contemplating the future that she just told Scott to ignore::: Scott Coleridge: ::observes that life on the CnC seems routine, slips into his office:: mimipavilion: ::in the lounge, sees the scones and takes a couple:: Oh, was grabbing a couple of scones for Alexis and Miana Amanda Davis PhD: Mimi... I think we have telepathic powers. ::smiles::: The basket is for the children. Oh.. and for you, too. mimipavilion: ::laughs:: Amanda Davis PhD: Nono.. take the basket. Please. I have more in the oven. Alexis McFarland: ::playing her game, still on the tutorials since she only just got it:: Annisha: :: stirs :: Mo.. Tarisa: Miana> ::Watching the game again.:: Chirakis: ::then she turns to stare out the window for a while::: Nijil tr'Korjata: What? :: goes in closer to hear :: Au need to rest sweetheart. Alexis McFarland: Avoiding these asteroids sure is a pain Amanda Davis PhD: So, how are the children doing? Annisha: :: eyes flutter open :: Your mo.. Nijil tr'Korjata: My what? Annisha: M..ov...e mimipavilion: Then I will take these too the girls. mimipavilion: Their doing good Scott Coleridge: Computer, access flight recordings for the Nei'rrh for...::glances at a PADD on his desk:: Stardate 2388.127. Begin playback just after the shuttle contacted Aegis. Johnson Kenyon: ::back in Main Engineering, inputting work orders to repair the auxiliary sensors with the modifications:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with a level 1 AI, since she wasn't very high level like Annisha or even Nijil was:: Amanda Davis PhD: Good. I will visit when I get the chance. At the moment, I'm expecting someone. Oh.. and there is jelly under there as well. Annisha: Na na... your mov...e Chirakis: ::exits her office::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I take it enough to separate for two locations. Amanda Davis PhD: However you would like it, Mimi. There's more where that came from. I'm in a baking mood today. Nijil tr'Korjata: My move? Scott Coleridge: ::makes a few notes:: Hmm. Annisha: :: taps her padd, which she had under her blanket :: mimipavilion: Ahh I see. I'll get it figured out then. Chirakis: ::spots Cayne in the command chair and walks behind him, wondering if he'll notice::: Tarisa: ::She has noticed anyways.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain Amanda Davis PhD: I'll be back in about an hour. ::hand wave:: Annisha: :: The room darkens and a map of the galaxy shines above them :: mimipavilion: ::nods and heads back to Alexis and Miana's room:: Chirakis: Ah. Commander. ::as she steps to his fore:: There is something else in the universe besides donuts, I understand. ::quick look at Fletcher::: Alexis McFarland: Hey, Annisha's online again ::sees her username pop up:: Fletcher Jackson: ::hearing donuts, does not turn:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Perks up.:: Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Johnson Kenyon: ::completed entry of repair orders, checks through high priority repairs:: Chirakis: Enjoying command? ::slight grin:: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up some cargo to deliver to the next galaxy over;; mimipavilion: ::to the girls:: here are some scones? Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Coleridge to Tarisa. Alexis McFarland: Yay, thanks! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: Our game? Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: +Scott+ Yes Commander? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Annisha: :: Sits up :: I've been waiting days. :: smiles :: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Report to my office. mimipavilion: ::girls:: enjoy Alexis McFarland: ::pauses her game, and picks up a still hot scone:: Very fresh.. Tarisa: ::Steps away from the console and goes to Scott's office, ringing the chime.:: Alexis McFarland: We will, thanks. Thanks Dr. Davis as well. mimipavilion: I'll let her know. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Scott Coleridge: Enter. Tarisa: Miana> ::Carefully eats a warm scone.:: Mmmm Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at her, then the galactic map :: Alexis McFarland: ::bites into the scone:: Tarisa: ::Steps in, letting the door close behind her.:: Sir? mimipavilion: ::takes what's left and goes back to her office:: Fletcher Jackson: ::rerouting traffic so the corridor squad has time to get the Ferengi moving:: Scott Coleridge: Have a seat, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, when I didn't have lunch... Tarisa: ::Takes a seat.:: mimipavilion: ::sends a message to Amanda thanking her for the girls:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yummy! Chirakis: The yeoman will bring lunch if you need it, Commander. All you have to do is ask. Nijil tr'Korjata: Were au even asleep? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? That seem unnecessary. Chirakis: That's what she's here for. Alexis McFarland: ::licks some jelly off her lip:: Annisha: Na. What's wrong with your eyes? Scott Coleridge: I am conducting an investigation into Commander tr'Korjata's actions on board the Nei'rrh on Stardate 2388.127, and specifically, whether or not his decision to take the shuttle to warp was a warranted risk. Nijil tr'Korjata: Allergies. Annisha: Right...so are au going to move....old man? Chirakis: ::she begins her normal pace around CnC::: Tarisa: ::Curious. Tilts her head a little.:: An investigation? Johnson Kenyon: ::concluding his work, heads to the commerce deck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: How many hours was this move? Scott Coleridge: I have read your written report on the mission already. I have some follow-up questions for you. These questions will be on the record, and you are required to answer them to the best of your ability. You are not under investigation. However, you have the right to refuse to answer a question you believe may incriminate you, or to request that you have an attorney present during this interview. ::is very clearly reading from a PADD he has in front of him:: Alexis McFarland: ::unpauses her game, resuming her Space Truck Simulator mission:: Annisha: Dunno... maybe a few nights Chirakis: ::stops to look over the commerce deck::: Scott Coleridge: ::glances up from the PADD:: Do you understand what I have just said? Chirakis: ::and notices the presence of a familiar Vulcan passing through the crowd:: Tarisa: ::Takes it in a moment, then nods.:: Yes, Commander. Fletcher Jackson: ::since the tangled Ferengi mess is no longer a mess, he opens the corridor for traffic::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: Miana> :;Watching again, as she climbs back up the back of the hoverchair. Her tail swishing.:: Scott Coleridge: Very good. Before we begin, would you like anything to drink? Fletcher Jackson: ::getting used to this and kind of likes it::: Annisha: :: Rests her head on Nijil's shoulder :: Alexis McFarland: These space AI traffic drivers are crazy. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down for a meal:: Chirakis: (Scotch is available) Scott Coleridge: ((Watch out, Fletcher. Just when you get used to it, they promote you to command!)) Tarisa: :;Relaxes:: A warm green tea with lemon and honey, if I could. Fletcher Jackson: ((meep...)) Tarisa: ((scotch comes later.)) Chirakis: (last words) Annisha: Need time? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh ie... Alexis McFarland: Hey, I'm driving here! ::in a New York accent, owing to how long she lived there:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/8/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, all. We will pick it up from here, so no TBS. Chirakis: Commander, comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: "Formal" sounds very formal but this is all still fun and games Scott Coleridge: That's all. Chirakis: Indeed it is. Chirakis: From me: Beware the Ides of March - which is next Friday. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Alexis McFarland: and Daylight Savings Time which is Sunday Johnson Kenyon: what an ominous end Chirakis: Indeed. Daylight Savings for some of us. And yes, ominous. Chirakis: Moving on... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |8 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 4.5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. After a harrowing rescue of Nei’rrh and Argos II, Aegis is settling down. The injured are healing well, though it will take some time. Families have been reunited. The only ones who might be tensing up are those in command. According to Iowa’s Captain Kelley, factions within the Alien Alliance are growing, and could eventually become a threat to the Joint Allied Powers and attempt to take over Aegis as a base of operations. Captain Chirakis is formulating plans to secure the station without alerting civilians. At sim begin, Commander Cayne will be Officer in Charge of CnC. Commander Coleridge and Captain Chirakis will be in her office.
  6. Just when you thought it was safe Chirakis Kirel, Captain USS Iowa and USS Kole were safely docked. Because of their classified nature, security details were posted in and around docking bays A-23 and A-25, where the ships berthed. Nei’rrh and Argos II were under repair. According to Aegis Medical, no one contracted radiation poisoning from the massive EM waves that passed through the nebula and caused ships to lose power. In general, Aegis was slowly returning to normalcy. Except for command. Their world has a different normal. As soon as one situation ends, another rears its ugly head. Many grapevines exist within command. Kirel's most trusted was Rendezvous October, the covert base of operatives that activated at the dawn of the Argesil Conspiracy. Though she had little contact recently, rumors suggested that there was more to the nebular links than furnishing transportation for the Alien Alliance. If there was more, and that more became a threat, Rendezvous October would be at her door. * * * * * Iowa’s Captain Sean “Jon” Kelley flaked out on the couch in Kirel’s office, nursing a pint mug of vintage Romulan ale. Kirel relaxed in a new leather armchair, courtesy of Starfleet for reasons unknown. Most of the office had been refurbished, though she had no idea why. Captain Ramson was meticulous with everything, including her office. “Hellofa situation, Kir,” Kelley continued in the conversation. “Not sure which is worse—saving the galaxy or trying to pound some sense into command.” He straightened up, facing Kirel straight on. “You ever have trouble with that in your line of work?” “My line of work?” “Yeah. You know. SI-5.” Kelley downed the rest of his ale and went for a refill, grabbing a bowl of mixed nuts on his way back. Kirel chuckled softly, tossing him a slight grin as she studied her glass. “SI-5,” she repeated thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, I belong to Starfleet Command as long as I am here. But to your question, it is the same everywhere, Jon. There is always someone who chooses power over the actual need. Your guard against that would be a mentor. Someone you can trust. You have often mentioned Admiral Slater.” Kelley nodded, handing her the bowl before relaxing on the couch. “He’s more than a mentor, Kir. Much more. If it hadn’t been for Slater, your ships wouldn’t be here now. The crews would be dead, fried in the next wave that was coming at ‘em.” He paused to shake his head. “You know... those waves were only a few minutes apart, Kir. The power that registered on our sensors was almost off the charts. Like I say, it was a hellofa situation. We’re sending you all that information.” Nodding thanks, she gently sipped her ale, savoring its nuances as if it was a fine wine. The bowl of nuts next to her seemed entirely appropriate. She’d known a few in her time. “Status of the planetoid?” “Not sure. But it’s time to put that area off limits.” “We have posted a navigational hazard report,” Kirel replied setting her glass aside. “That won’t work, Kir,” he snapped suddenly. “Put the whole damn nebula off limits. And I mean the whole damn thing. It's....” His deep breath faded into a sigh. “It's important.” Kirel eyed him, somewhat concerned. Kelley put his glass aside, ran a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck, then leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees. His hands clasped as he stared at the floor for a minute, then looked up. “Can we get some privacy?” “Of course,” Kirel responded, pressing a button next to her. Lighting softened to a blue tinge. Sound in the office muted. Kelley nodded, thought a moment, then began. “You know that the nebula string is a conduit for the Alien Alliance, right?” She nodded minimally. He gestured as he spoke, as many Terrans seemed to do, and Kelley was a master. “I know you’re wondering about how we got so far away from our area of responsibility—besides fighting command for it, that is—and why we ran dark for so long.” She nodded, assessing every word. “You know that there’s a cartel in nebula 236A, and we know where they are. There’s a division of that cartel hiding in the nebula that powered down your ships. We were stalking them and were close to finding ‘em when we intercepted your ships’ transmissions.” “I suspected that there were others within the nebula string,” Kirel mentioned casually. “Cartels seldom work from only one area.” “Umm…” Kelley nodded, lips pursed. “Well, the Alien Alliance is not only establishing themselves throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers.” He stopped as though waiting for a response. “Go on,” she said, a little less casual. “Iowa and Kole leave tomorrow to join the strike force. Je’rit’s task force, along with DeVoll’s and Kirsch’s groups, are joining with other elements of the Joint Allied Forces to plan strategies that will keep those bastards at bay. Intel on their ships and armaments, most of which were stolen, is unbelievable. If they bring us to war, Kirel? It’ll make every other war look like a party… and Aegis will be in the center.” “Kahless,” she whispered as she stood slowly and moved to the bar, put her glass aside and went for something more potent. “I cannot say that I am surprised, Jon. But it's not exactly what I wanted to hear at the moment.” Turning to lean against the bar, she examined the amber in her glass, swirling it gently. “We were hoping for a respite, but don't we all,” she said wryly. “But tell me, Jon. Why Aegis?” “It has more bells and whistles than any other in the galaxy, Kir. It’s new and it’s in neutral space. Perfect place to establish a command station.” “Which is exactly why we are here,” Kirel added, still leaning against the bar. “Though we appear to be a commerce hub, we are actually a watchtower. What is Starfleet's initial strategy, if it has one?” “Well, here's the deal.” Kelley settled back into the couch, continuing to gesture as he spoke. “The best deterrent is a visible presence, right?” She nodded mid sip. “So far we have Missouri’s task force, Iowa’s strike force, Toronto’s task force, and Calgary’s strike force, along with the Romulan, Klingon, and Ferengi strike forces. Aegis will never be alone.” “You left out Captain Nero.” He snapped his fingers. “Right. We’ll add him to the mix, but he can’t be read in to anything. He’ll be backup.” “I doubt that,” Kirel countered, moving back to her chair. It stopped him cold. “Captain Nero’s family, and the families of the miners, live on this station,” Kirel continued in a direct, serious vein. “In the event of an attack, he will be here before you even know what happened. And….” She held up a hand when he began to protest. “He is aware of our protocol, as well as our emergency transmitting frequencies. His leadership is as good as—or better than—anything you will find in Starfleet. As are his men. And you may quote me if you wish. “Now, please continue.” Her Sindar brandy was tasting better and better. It took him a while to process that, but he finally replied, “Okay. So. Our groups will be making random pass-throughs. They’ll occasionally stop for a while. Sometimes it’ll be the whole force, sometimes only a few ships while the remaining units sit tight within reach. Sometimes cloaked, most of the time not. But, when all hell breaks loose, Aegis strike forces might not be here, but the RSE sure as hell will.” At that, he drained his glass. Half an hour later, Kelley left to board USS Iowa for departure. Kirel remained in her office, staring out the window and mentally formulating an internal strategy. Commander Coleridge would be the first to be advised. Then Security, CFG* Commander Apex, department heads, and possibly a few others would be read into the situation later. The rest might notice a difference, but in essence time would move on as though peace reigned throughout the galaxy. _________________ CFG - Commander Flight Group
  7. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 3/1/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 0830 hours (8:30 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole are berthed. Nei'rrh and Argos II are in repair. All personnel except those with families are at their posts. Medical is very busy. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main engineering, sulking:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on the CnC at science station 2:: Chirakis: ::CnC, standing watch and plowing through reports:: Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing:: Dacia Sandero: ::busy with treating patients in medical:: Annisha: :: in sickbay, in ANOTHER bed... :: Alexis McFarland: ::lying in the children's ward somewhere:: Chirakis: ::occasionally looking up at the tactical screen::: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls up the duty report.... looks for something on the commerce deck:: Tarisa: ::In medical, giving Miana one last hug, before leaving her to her mother. Making sure she was cleared, she then exits medical for a TL.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Checking on Alexis and Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: Mm, Miana. Chirakis: ::notes the stillness, the quiet, which seems abnormal::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to get something to each, figuring Annisha is sleeping...or should be :: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::busy with ships coming in, freighters, etc:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working on paperwork in the CnC :: Johnson Kenyon: ::finding a repair order on the commerce deck, grabbing tools and preparing to head out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits and gets something to eat :: Chirakis: ::looks up as Tarisa enters::: Commander, when you have the information on that nebula and its strange star, forward it immediately. Annisha: :: She's hooked up to even more devices, the station's medical facility beating out the cargo vessel and the Iowa :: Johnson Kenyon: ::signs:: Tarisa: ::Nods as she moves towards her station.:: Yes, Captain. I had already prepared a report while we were returning to Aegis. ::Pulls up the report and forwards it.:: Alexis McFarland: ::has her left leg and arm in support brackets to keep them straight:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: Thank you. +Com+ Dr. Sandero, have all those who were on mission reported to medical for examinations? Tarisa: Miana> ::Leans on Alexis' bed.:: Chirakis: ::stands to stretch, PADD in hand::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila Orrak makes her way to the CnC to report to Commander Cayne :: Dacia Sandero: +Chirakis-+ Yes, we're treating the last of them now Tarisa: :;Looks around CnC, noticing a few scents missing.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I hope au are not working, the work orders can wait, or be doing by others. Chirakis: ::notes the science report and pages through it, then stops to read carefully::: Johnson Kenyon: ::ignores Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: Is that everybody? ::chats with a nurse:: +Chirakis+ Actually scratch that. I was told that Mr Kenyon is missing. I'll comm him to come over. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Please report to Sickbay for exams. Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm fine doctor... not a scratch on me. Chirakis: +com+ Make sure they are thoroughly examined, Doctor. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yeah, but we still need to examine you. Annisha: :: Looks around for someone :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Yes, Ma'am. I'll be up in a bit. Alexis McFarland: ::reaches out to Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::returning tools:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the data from the away teams. Working the biology angle of life in such an extraordinary stellar setting:: Fletcher Jackson: ::forgot how much work external OPS is:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading out of Main Engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eating a sandwich, getting away from everyone. People were still milling about, but it was not like they were sitting down to speak with him :: Tarisa: Miana> Does it still hurt? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Reporting as ordered. Commander, I have not writ-- Alexis McFarland: No, not really. Does your arm still hurt? Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: No, but I do not like having it still... Chirakis: ::reading through the science report::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: looks at her :: The report can wait. Take a rest, get your bearings again. A report written in fatigue is riddled with errors. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL, to computer:: Medical Alexis McFarland: The cast? Yeah, I know what you mean. Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of Cayne's voice::: Tarisa: Miana> ::frowns.:: Alexis McFarland: At least you are not stuck in a hover chair for 2-4 weeks like me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Uh, sure sir. I am sorry was lost track of the Argos. Chirakis: ::returns to the science report::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I would not like that... Johnson Kenyon: ::exits TL, walking to Medical:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yeah. Annisha: :: Looks to her friends :: I hope they let me out later, so I can sleep in my own bed. Alexis McFarland: I'd also like to sleep in my own bed. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering Medical:: Tarisa: Miana> Sleeping is good. Mm ::Nods.:: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Kenyon walk in:: Hopefully we won't keep you too long. Just need some exams. Chirakis: ::slow walk to science:: Commander, do you have a moment? Johnson Kenyon: Where do you need me? ::forced smile:: Tarisa: ::Looks up from her console.:: Yes, of course. Alexis McFarland: Yes, it is. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne looks up :: Decompress Ensign.. that's an order. We will speak later. Dacia Sandero: Over there is fine. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Understood. :: she nods and walks to the exit :: Dacia Sandero: ::gestures to an empty bio bed:: Chirakis: Since I am not a scientist, could you explain the report, especially regarding radiation. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks briefly towards the exchange between the Captain and Tarisa:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sits on the bio bed:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts to scan Johnson:: Fletcher Jackson: :::hands his coffee mug to someone passing, asking for a refill::: Tarisa: ::Ponders.:: About the reaction between the planetoid's leaking atmosphere and the star? Johnson Kenyon: ::tries to relax:: Chirakis: That would be a good beginning. Dacia Sandero: Physically, you seem to be doing fine, but your blood pressure seems to be higher than usual. I can give you a hypo that will help it taper out, but I'd like you to take it easy for the next day or two. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the lives of others proceed as they do on the station : Dacia Sandero: You might also want to speak with Dr. Davis if you're feeling mentally stressed. Johnson Kenyon: Yeah, well... we've been through a bit. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::notes something in the readings. Marks it in her journal for further review:: Dacia Sandero: ::not so much a suggestion though:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I can imagine. Chirakis: ::watching Dran, especially her expressions::: Johnson Kenyon: I don't remember a Dr. Davis. Dacia Sandero: Dr Davis is our Station Counsellor. I believe you may be exhibiting signs of PTSD. She can help you alleviate that and help you relax. Dacia Sandero: ::injects him with a hypo to help regulate his blood pressure:: Dacia Sandero: This should help you relax as well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila walks to the commerce level :: Johnson Kenyon: No, doctor... I'm not experiencing PTSD... I'm... ::gets stuck.... calming:: Tarisa: I am not sure why the atmosphere had begun leaking. I do, however, believe that elements from the atmosphere reacted with the star's nature, causing the increasingly violent reactions. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Dr. Sandero:: I wonder if Dr. Davis is in. Annisha: Oh na! I forgot my turn. Dacia Sandero: I'm not sure if she is, unfortunately. Alexis McFarland: Your turn? Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: Chirakis: ::ponders:: Increasingly violent reactions? Is there a danger of it exploding? Annisha: My game my father and I are playing... Galactic Domination, or something. Alexis McFarland: Are you playing remotely? Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office::: Tarisa: I do not believe so. The planetoid will exhaust its remaining atmosphere before that would happen. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a nurse:: Oh she is, great Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila sees Annisha's father eating :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up:: Well.. if that's all you need... I'll see if I can find this Dr. Davis Dacia Sandero: She's most likely in her office Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees that Cardassian out of the corner of his eye, continues to eat :: Dacia Sandero: I'm finished here. You can go see her. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands:: Thank you. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: No worries, cheers. Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: So there is little danger to anyone passing that nebula at the moment? Annisha: :: opens up her padd, projects the game board in front of her :: This needs to be bigger., Johnson Kenyon: ::walks out of medical and down the hall:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::listing. Pulls up what data they got on the planets soil to form a chronology of the planet's atmospheric :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Annisha:: Ooh. Johnson Kenyon: ::asks the computer to show him how to find Dr. Davis' office:: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: I am also interested in Lt Dran's information. Amanda Davis PhD: Computer> Second door to the left. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Unless they attempt to pass through it, like the Argos II did. I find it unlikely though, as the waves are now readily detectable. Annisha: He moved days ago.. What are his Bajorans doing? Tarisa: :;Looks over to Dran.:: I am as well. Chirakis: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking slowly down the hall:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pressing the chime on Dr. Davis' door:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::the smell of fresh tea and scones drifts down the hall::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::opens the door:: Hello, Lieutenant. How may I help you? Alexis McFarland: Eating pie? Johnson Kenyon: ::walking in...:: Dr Davis? ::reaches out hand:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh. ::notices she's being watched:: I am simply forming theories at the moment. A very complex interaction between star and planet. Dacia Sandero: ::Cleaning up after Kenyon's exams:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: I smell something yummy! Amanda Davis PhD: ::takes his hand:: Nice to meet you Lieutenant.....? Alexis McFarland: ::smells:: Smells like tea. But not the kind Dacia drinks. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Indeed it is. Annisha: This is going to take hours... Johnson Kenyon: Thank you. I didn't realize we had a counselor on board. Tae'Lynn Dran: I am surprised those on the surface did not suffer more radiation exposure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Wants to find the yummy things.:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Your assessment of the nebula status as well. Amanda Davis PhD: Please, do come in. Yes, I'm usually in my office, and if I am not you can page me. Johnson Kenyon: ::taking a seat and looking at the scones:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not even sure we can count the star, planet, and nebula as distinct celestial objects. They interact more as parts of a whole. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Though his sandwich was tasty, it was the tea that sparked his interest. A good cup of hot tea is hard to beat :: Amanda Davis PhD: May I offer you tea and scones? Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a scone:: Thank you. Amanda Davis PhD: And please, I did not catch your name, Lieutenant. Alexis McFarland: Pie. Dacia Sandero: ::treating another patient:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I wish we could go get yummy things... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking back at her notes:: I'm kinda interested if the energy damping wave had something to do with the reduced radiation exposure. Some type of self cleaning process. Tarisa: Miana> Oh! I can go ask your neemah! Tae'Lynn Dran: Further research is needed though. Johnson Kenyon: ::rubs his chin and looks her in the eye:: Johnson.... Kenyon Johnson... I just got back from a 4 day trip on the Ni.... whatever the name of that Romulan shuttle is Alexis McFarland: yes, I'd go ask her but I can't move Tarisa: ::Interested.:: Alexis McFarland: SHe'd probably know where yummy things are Amanda Davis PhD: The Nei'rrh. Then you've been through quite a bit. :::sets tea next to him:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::her office is very Victorian, as is her dress, since she is a civilian:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes out and finds Dacia, tugging on her lab coat tail.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Could hint at some exciting prospects for advanced radiation treatment. Johnson Kenyon: What I've been through isn't the worst of it... I'm afraid I don't trust our Chief Engineer anymore. Dacia Sandero: ::turns around:: Oh hello, Miana. Can I help you? Chirakis: And the possibility of anyone using that nebula as a conduit from one nebula to another? Annisha: :: Sees the doctor, then turns back to her work :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, turning a little shy.:: Where are the yummy things? We can smell them. Amanda Davis PhD: And why would that be? ::relaxes in her chair, a tea cup on the small table next to her::: Tae'Lynn Dran: That would be a question for a subspace specialist. Dacia Sandero: Yummy things? Ah, there's some tea and scones coming from Dr. Davis' office. She's busy with a patient right now, but she's also left some in the kitchenette. I'll take you. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Chirakis: ::nods:: Anything else? ::to both:: Johnson Kenyon: I don't know if he was playing some sick game, but on that shuttle, when our power shut off... he said we could blow up. Dacia Sandero: ::guides Miana to the small kitchenette where the doctors take their break. On a table are some of Amanda's scones and for the other medical staff:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves Gila over :: Johnson Kenyon: that we shouldn't engage the engines... then after minimal modifications to the shields... he decides to test them and bring her to warp. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Not at the moment. Amanda Davis PhD: Have you talked to him about that? Asked anyone else about that situation? Tae'Lynn Dran: We have posted a navigational hazard report on the area? Chirakis: We have. Johnson Kenyon: I don't think I can talk to him now... I'm angry and he just got his kid back Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sigh of relief:: Dacia Sandero: There we go, help yourself. Though I don't know if you drink tea, I don't believe it's caffeinated so you should be fine there. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Thinking she was out of sight, she walks over and sits with Nijil :: Chief, as I understand. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, and quite a job it is. Alexis McFarland: ::Plays a game on her PADD:: Amanda Davis PhD: Was there anyone else on the ship that you could talk to? Johnson Kenyon: I haven't decided, but I think I may need to switch departments.... or bring it up to the Commander. Tarisa: Miana> Can I take some to Alexis and Annisha? Dacia Sandero: Yes, of course. Can you carry it by yourself? Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa was there, but she dutifully obeyed his directive... I just thought she was a robot Annisha: What!? What's happening in sector 392? Alexis McFarland: I don't know. What is happening in sector 392? Amanda Davis PhD: Before you make any judgement, may I suggest you take some time off, then talk to someone else. Johnson Kenyon: Actually, the only thing that gives me comfort in this situation is working Amanda Davis PhD: And what would that be? Annisha: In the game. There's a back hole there now. Chirakis: ::Tarisa, Dran:: Very well. Carry on. Johnson Kenyon: just keeping myself busy... helps me to think Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts stuff on a tray. Nods.:: Mm. Alexis McFarland: That's not good. At least it's not a quasar though. Annisha: Those are in the expansion. Dacia Sandero: That’s good. Alexis McFarland: Oh. Tarisa: Miana> ::Carefully grabs the tray and starts carrying it.:: Amanda Davis PhD: If you believe it helps, then by all means. But please, before you judge Commander Korjata's words or actions, talk to him. Ask him why he said that. I'm sure he has a very good explanation. Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops, looking up at Dacia.:: Um...Can you thank the lady who made these? Johnson Kenyon: ::signs:: that's why I'm talking to you Dacia Sandero: Once she finishes with her patient, you can Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 3/1/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting post mission discussions. Chirakis: Very well, TBS will be a few hours - that will bring us to 1300. After lunch. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |1 March 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 0830 hours (8:30 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole have arrived with Nei’rrh and Argos II. All personnel who were aboard Nei'rrh and Argos II have reported to medical for a thorough examination. Only a few remain in the medical complex. None experienced radiation poisoning. Captain Kelley has informed Captain Chirakis that Iowa and Kole will soon rejoin their strike force at the border as backup for USS Missouri. At sim begin, families will be reunited and a more relaxed atmosphere will prevail.
  9. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 2/22/19 =/\= 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole are en route to Aegis at max warp, ETA, some time today. All personnel are at their posts. Medical is ready to receive all injured. @ for USS Iowa. # for anyone on Argos II. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::@ Ops, CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Internal OPS::: Chirakis: ::exits her office:: Johnson Kenyon:@ ::waking up and getting ready for the day:: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, catching up on some paperwork until the injured arrive, whenever that will be:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::has the arrival vectors displayed on the screen in CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::exits his office at the same time as Chirakis in a strange display of synchronicity:: Chirakis: Good morning, Commander. ::Scott:: Command is not exactly what it used to be. However, I will cope. Tarisa: ((If I remember, were we coming into the Iowa's safe comm range? Or whatever you called it.)) Chirakis: ::glances up at the viewscreens, checking each one carefully::: Chirakis: (Iowa will inform us when they are within range.) Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: That's all any of us can hope to do. One day, I hope to get the hang of this. Fletcher Jackson: :::workworkwork::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::With Alexis:: Chirakis: ::chuckle:: So I thought many years ago. Johnson Kenyon: @ ::sitting down with a PADD, reading:: Tarisa: @ ::Roaming the Iowa, since she had spent days in a cramped shuttle.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Standing at the Nei'rrh, along with Captain Kushana :: Jylliene: The Iowa is in com range, ma'am ::to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::leans fairly close:: (w) You will learn to ignore many things. Alexis McFarland: @ ::With Miana and possibly Annisha:: Chirakis: ::blink::: Are they hailing? Jylliene: ::looks at her console:: Annisha: @ :: Annisha was having enough of her bed rest, but soon she would depart for Aegis...and more bed rest :: Jylliene: Not yet. Chirakis: ::Nods:: I would say that they are early, but their warp is well beyond normal parameters. Alexis McFarland: @ ::moves closer to Annisha:: Other than the crash, I thought the trip was fun. I hope we can visit again some day. Tarisa: @ Miana> Mmhm ::Nods.:: Jylliene: ETA is 15 minutes. Shall I alert medical? Chirakis: Yes, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: Jylliene: +Med+ Ops to medical. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Has a medical report ready to send.:: mimipavilion: +Ops+ Medical here. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ Gila>:: Comes up behind both Kushana and Nijil :: Am I interrupting? Jylliene: +Med+ Iowa's ETA is 15 minutes. Get ready for incoming. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Nijil> Na, just hoping the Nei'rrh is spaceworthy mimipavilion: +Ops+ Understood. mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD down and enters main medical, looking for Dacia:: Chirakis: ::Kital:: Iowa will dock in docking bay A-23. Inform medical to be there. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. mimipavilion: ::sees her and goes over to her:: Hey the Iowa will be here in 15 min. Chirakis: ::Scott:: There must be a reason why they are not openly communicating. Jylliene: +Med+ They'll be in docking bay A-23. Johnson Kenyon: @ ::enjoying some alone time with his book:: mimipavilion: +Ops+ Understood Scott Coleridge: We'll know soon enough. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Alright let’s get to Docking bay A-23 Tarisa: @ ::Steps into an observation lounge. She can see familiar stellar bodies in the horizon.:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, all right Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Kushana> :: turns around :: Well, au don't see a Cardassian around much these days, no offense. mimipavilion: ::pulls some med techs and nurses to help with the injured, having them grab some gurneys:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ Gila> :: smirks :: I had to change my point of view. Dacia Sandero: ::anxious to see Alexis again:: mimipavilion: ::leaves medical with the crew in tow:: Annisha: @ Miana. Alexis? Chirakis: ::Kital:: Commander, ask for an estimate of the injured. Alexis McFarland: @Mm? Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Perks up.:: Hmm? Jylliene: +Iowa+ Aegis to Iowa. Chirakis: @ Kelley> +Aegis+ Iowa here. Go ahead. Jylliene: +Iowa+ Do you have an estimate on the number of injured? Chirakis: @ Kelley> +Aegis+ Stand by. Annisha: @ Oh, I thought au left me... Tarisa: @ Miana> ::purrs:: Alexis McFarland: @ Nah, we're here. Jylliene: ::stands by:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::pets Miana:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Fluffy white tail dances.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Nijil> :: to Kushana :: She's Annisha's protector.. Chirakis: @ Kelley> +Aegis+ No critical, 16 non critical. And... one dog that needs examination. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Except trailing cargo vessels. Scott Coleridge: Did he just say a dog? Jylliene: ::blinks:: +Iowa+ A dog..? Johnson Kenyon: @ ::standing up and gathering things:: Chirakis: I did hear that word, yes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ Gila> Ha, I- Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: puts up his hand to stop her :: It's alright. The situation was out of anyone's hands. Chirakis: @ Kelley> +Aegis+ ::takes a deep breath:: You heard me. D. O. G. Dog. Bark. Woof... Jylliene: +Iowa+ I copy. 16 non critical, one dog. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: That is definitely Captain Kelley. Chirakis: @ Kelley> Dropping from warp. Entering Aegis corridor in 5. Jylliene: +Med+ Ops to med. 16 incoming non-critical injured. And one dog. Alexis McFarland: @How you doing Annisha? Annisha: @ :: Annisha feels fine, but the doctors were being extra careful for some reason she did not understand :: Johnson Kenyon: @ ::heading to the Nei'rrh:: mimipavilion: +OPS+ Understood. And did you say... dog? Annisha: @ I feel great, if only this gown they gave me did not open in the back. :: frowns :: Dacia Sandero: A dog? Chirakis: ::chuckles:: Jylliene: +Med+ Affirmative. A dog. Jylliene: ::grins slightly:: Dacia Sandero: Well, alright. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ Gila :: to Nijil :: What of the Warren? mimipavilion: +Ops+ Roger that. Tarisa: @ ::Seeing Aegis getting closer as the ship drops warp. She leaves the lounge, heading for sickbay.:: Scott Coleridge: ::resumes updating the engineering roster, which he has been taking care of while Nijil has been off-station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Nijil> :: turns :: It's still out there and tagged for retrieval, eventually. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Remind me again, you did a rotation in veterinary care? Chirakis: Commander Kital, clear the corridors for Iowa and Kole. Kole will dock at bay A 25. Inform Iowa of their docking bay. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I usually take care of Chester and Mr Cuddles and the other animals on the station mimipavilion: Ok good. The dog is in your excellent care. Alexis McFarland: @ it must be breezy gown Jylliene: +Iowa+ Aegis to Iowa. Expecting you in bay A - 23. Cleared for docking as soon as you arrive. Tarisa: @ :;Arrives in sickbay, she goes to the girl's room.:: Jylliene: ::likewise coms to Kole for bay A-25:: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Perks up.:: Neemah! Chirakis: ACTION> Iowa and Kole appear entering the corridor. They are visible onscreen. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::huggles.:: Jylliene: ::ensures all other traffic is diverted:: Chirakis: ::Scott:: (w) Are you *sure* you don't want command? Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm mimipavilion: ::arrives at docking bay A-23:: +ops+ Medical is at the docking bay Tarisa: @ ::Pats Miana's head.:: We are approaching Aegis. Are you all ready to go home? Alexis McFarland: @ Yesh Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Don't even think about it. I have an escape route worked out and everything. Chirakis: ::deep sigh:: Jylliene: +Mimi+ Copy that, doctor. They're docking shortly. Chirakis: @ Brubaker> ::Has Whippet in a collar and leash, something the dog is not used to but is complying.:: mimipavilion: +Jyl+ Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gets a chime on his folding padd :: We are approaching home. Johnson Kenyon: @ ::arriving in the shuttle bay, looking around:: Scott Coleridge: ((Plot twist: the dog ends up in command of Aegis.)) Tarisa: ((lol)) Chirakis: (An excellent idea!) mimipavilion: (fine by me) Chirakis: Action> Through the magic of GM-hood, Iowa and Kole dock and off load their cargoes. Tarisa: ((Careful, Annisha might use the dog as a puppet to take over.)) Jylliene: ((in awe of said magic)) Johnson Kenyon: @ ::leaving the IOWA and walking to MAIN engineering:: Annisha: @ :: Getting transferred off the Iowa :: Tarisa: @ ::Stepping onto the station with the others.:: Tarisa: ::removes @:: Alexis McFarland: @::Being wheeled out of the Iowa:: mimipavilion: ::grabs Alexis, before Dacia can, per rules and regulations:: Annisha: @ :: Floating out of Iowa's sickbay :: Johnson Kenyon: @ ::noticing Annisha, Tarisa and Alexis all leaving at the same time:: Jylliene: ::is relieved to know Nijil and Annisha are back. Feels her shoulders relax without having realized they had been tense:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holding Tarisa's hand with her good arm.:: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: You are relieved, Commander. Meet your family. Ensign Jackson, take OPS. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up:: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: Thank you, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::A doctor pushes her along:: Chirakis: ::Jackson:: Inform medical that all Aegis crew are to be released from medical before reporting to duty. Tarisa: Yda> ::Standing behind the medical teams.:: Alexis McFarland: Ooh. Jylliene: ::nods in gratitude to Chirakis and then Jackson, then heads out toward medical to meet up with the fam:: mimipavilion: ::puts Alexis on a gurney so the Iowa doctor can take back the wheelchair:: Tarisa: ::Smiles at Yda, who looked relieved.:: Tarisa: Miana> Mommy! ::Lets go of Tarisa and runs to Yda.:: Fletcher Jackson: On it, Captain. +Medical+ Dr Pavilion, orders to check all personnel from Iowa and Kole before they are to be released for duty. Jylliene: ::TL music:: mimipavilion: ::To those leaving the Iowa:: Please report to medical before going back to duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Time for the Nei'rrh to go back. :: Opens up his padd and types in commands :: Nei'rrh, automatic docking procedure, Aegis shuttle landing bay three. Authorization one seven three laehval ie na.. mimipavilion: +Jackson+ Just informed those coming off the Iowa. Scott Coleridge: I'm anticipating some fairly… interesting mission reports. Jylliene: ::finds herself humming along, unsure of whether to be amused or somewhat frightened:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The Rihan shuttle Nei'rrh complies, starting up and taking off out of Iowa's shuttle bay :: Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to Sickbay as well:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Hugs Miana tight, but not enough to hurt her shoulder.:: mimipavilion: ::sends the tech back to medical with Alexis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sighs :: They grow up so fast... :: pointing to the shuttle :: Fletcher Jackson: +Mimi+ Copy, Doctor. Chirakis: ::Scott:: As am I. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: @ Gila> Really SubCommander? Jylliene: ::doors open, heads to medical and tries to stay totally out of the way:: Chirakis: ::turns, raises a brow:: Dog? Scott Coleridge: ::raises hands and shrugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Kushana> :: rolls her eyes :: Let's go. Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Steps over to Mimi.:: Doctor. ::Gives her a detailed medical report on all the patients.:: Chirakis: I suppose we will find out soon enough. Dacia Sandero: ::takes the dog and maybe Dr Brubaker to Sickbay as well for exams:: mimipavilion: ::makes sure the techs help usher those coming off the Iowa to medical::+Jackson+ What's the docking port for Kole. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to Main engineering, lost in thought:: mimipavilion: Thank you Dr. Y'shta. ::takes the PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: +COM+ Docking port A-25. Iowa should be at A-23. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The three go to the docking port :: Tarisa: ::Follows everyone else to medical.:: mimipavilion: ::a bit confused on which ship is where, but quickly figures it out:: +Jackson+ Thank you. mimipavilion: ::walks over to A-23 and informs those leaving docked ship to report to medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::is glad Alexis looks to be ok, treats the dog and scans it:: Dacia Sandero: Well, the dog is doing great. No health issues or illnesses and is in good health given its age. Chirakis: Action> Whippet is excited, licking Dacia everywhere. Jylliene: ::eyes scanning medical, looking for either Annisha or Nijil:: Tarisa: ::Is aware of the dog.:: Where did it come from? Dacia Sandero: ::pets the dog:: Lot of energy. She should give Chester some pointers.. mimipavilion: ::looks around for Nijil:: Computer location for Nijil tr'Korjata Alexis McFarland: @ ::is probably in the children's ward of the sickbay:: Chirakis: Brubaker> ::approaches Whippet:: That's a good girl. Let the doctor do her duties. ::Dacia:: Sorry, doctor. She is very excited to be with people. Tarisa: Miana> From the nice man. ::points at Brubaker.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at Main Engineering, pulls up the duty log and begins sorting through it:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: That's fine. She's very sociable dog. Much more so than my pug Tarisa: ::Looks at the oddly familiar man.:: Dacia Sandero: At her age, she's in very good health. Chirakis: Brubaker> She probably smells your pug. I'm glad she is in good health. Tarisa: ::Can't place where she had seen him before, or if she had ever seen him in person. Approaches.:: Sir, may I ask who you are? Chirakis: [Added for consistency] Brubaker> ::he straightens up:: I am Dr Jeremiah Brubaker, Professor of Geology, Starfleet Academy, my dear. We were stranded on that planet for ten years, and it seems like it was only yesterday. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 2/22/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: We are pausing early because we have a few things to attend to tonight. Chirakis: SubCommander Korjata, come forward. Crew at attention! Jylliene: ::attention:: Johnson Kenyon: ::at attention:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moonwalks :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Does a double spin :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stands :: Ie Captain. mimipavilion: ::at attention:: Chirakis: ::slight grin:: Glad to be home, I suppose. Scott Coleridge: Well that's a silly walk if ever I saw one. Chirakis: Nijil Korjata, Romulan Star Empire SubCommander, assigned to Sky Harbor Aegis, Chirakis: In recognition of your exemplary performance as a player aboard Sky Harbor Aegis, the Starfleet Simulation Forum salutes you. Chirakis: Since coming aboard in 2012, you have attended 358 simulations with an average of 105% attendance every year. Chirakis: You have never asked for recognition. Instead, you have asked when and where you can assist. Chirakis: You have submitted several plots, assisted in the background, and thereby enhanced the play of the rest of the crew. Chirakis: The last few weeks have been a profound example of your skill and dedication. Chirakis: In recognition, we have several awards for you this evening. Chirakis: First, we give you formal recognition as Chief of Engineering. Chirakis: ::hands Scott the insignia:: Chirakis: Be gentle, Commander. We are running short of uniforms. Nijil tr'Korjata: I thought I was just doing long hours. Chirakis: Or that. Scott Coleridge: ::takes the insignia:: Scott Coleridge: ::lines up for good aim:: Scott Coleridge: ::jabs Nijil right in the neck:: There. Chirakis: (w) We really must get you to the range. Your aim is off. Chirakis: Secondly... Chirakis: SubCommander, it is my honor to present you with Starfleet’s Meritorious Service Medal with V device for valor. When aboard Nei’rrh, in the face of overwhelming odds, you put your crew first and yourself last and performed well above and beyond the call of duty. Chirakis: ::steps forward and *gently* pins the award:: Chirakis: ::but since his uniform is quite ragged from the ordeal it's a little difficult::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: going pale from the pin prick :: Chirakis: Dr Pavilion, stand by just in case. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Chirakis: And now... Commander Kital, come forward. Jylliene: ::steps forward:: Chirakis: ::to Nijil:: In recognition of your exemplary leadership, I hereby promote you to the grade of full Commander with all the privileges thereof. ::hands the pip to Jylliene:: Jylliene: ::accepts the pip, pins it on Nijil's uniform:: Jylliene: ::grins:: Jylliene: <w> Congratulations Chirakis: Thank you, Commander Korjata. Chirakis: And that would be a Starfleet commander. Otherwise, you could outrank me. Nijil tr'Korjata: Thank au very much, and the two Rihan words I know. Nijil tr'Korjata: We all know who is in charge... Chirakis: Do we? Johnson Kenyon: {{the dogs?}} Chirakis: Possibly. Nijil tr'Korjata: So it's Commander-that-does-not-outrank-Chirakis Korjata? Chirakis: Indeed it is. Johnson Kenyon: Nijil, you'll have to tell us your new Romulan rank Chirakis: SubCommander Chirakis: TBS will be about 30 minutes so everyone will get settled in the medical complex or their quarters if they have been released. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, thoughts? Scott Coleridge: No thoughts Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |22 February 2019 8 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.129 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. USS Iowa and USS Kole are en route to Aegis, ETA sometime today. First rotation Alpha watch has begun. All personnel should be at their posts. Since Iowa and Kole are running dark, Dr Y’shta has been unable to forward medical records. However, Drs Pavilion and Sandero have alerted the medical complex and are fully prepared.
  11. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 2/15/19 - 10:04 PM=/\= 7 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.128 TBS is 1 day. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 PM) Aegis local. The command crew has well deserved time off. Captain Chirakis is in her office. Lt Garand is temporary Chief of Security. USS Iowa and USS Kole are en route to Aegis at max warp, ETA, some time tomorrow. @ for USS Iowa. # for anyone on Argos II. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Theobald Dumont: +computer+ lights off Theobald Dumont: ::in stellar cartography:: Chirakis: ::CnC, office, wondering whom she should kill for posting her on Aegis. Then she remembers that it was Director Torak of SI-5::: Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office, which is part of the medical complex I think?::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::resting in her room, and playing with her PADD, getting used to her new hover chair:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Walking around the Iowa's sickbay, her arm in a fresh sling.:: Jylliene: ::sits at Drankums, having a drink while unwinding:: Chirakis: ::flipping through several levels of more recent information regarding filing protocol::: Scott Coleridge: ::sitting down for dinner in Drankum's, pondering a menu:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Resting in his quarters, not thinking of the Nei'rrh, or much else :: Theobald Dumont: ::plotting a 3 dimensional map:: Tarisa: @ ::Also on the Iowa, but in a mess hall at the moment. She had a PADD on the table, working on a report.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finally made it to the Park. She lays on the soft grass looking up as the holographic sky dims slightly towards sunset:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Finally looking up at the chronograph, she puts her things aside and exits her office::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne, having put in more hours than he liked, saw the tactical display become a garbled mess of data :: mimipavilion: ::knows that being a doctor, let alone a department chief, her job is never done:: Annisha: @ :: Resting, but watching something on a display close to her :: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Drinking another vanilla flavoured protein shake. Moves her hover chair to be closer to Annisha:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks around for Mimi and Dacia::: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Had made sure all of the Argos crew were tended to before retiring in her temp quarters.:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in Sickbay, working on things:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Comes into the room, plopping up on Alexis' bed.:: Theobald Dumont: ::adjusting a wand-like instrument, the tip in bright purple and yellow:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Turns her hover chair around:: Hey Miana. How you doing? Amanda Davis PhD: ::poking her head around the corner to Mimi's office:: You really should not work so hard, Mimi. It will be there when you get back, you know. Tarisa: @ Miana> I want out of this room... ::Pouting.:: But Neemah and Dr. Y'shta said we have to stay. Alexis McFarland: @ Hmm, me too. It's still another day till we get to Aegis. mimipavilion: ::looks up and sees Amanda:: True, but the pile will just grow. Plus when is a doctor ever really off duty. Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to stand and enjoy the view from what is now her office:: Theobald Dumont: +computer+ increase magnification by 7 ::pinpointing bright green dots on the map:: Scott Coleridge: ::yawns, still tired from the events of the past couple days, orders his food:: Annisha: # Kushana> :: Working hard getting her ship to leave under its own power, but they were going to Aegis anyhow :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well... ::her arms cross:: Doctors need respites as much as patients, and maybe moreso. I believe that the three of us need to have dinner and then discuss paperwork. Or... padd work if you will. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Whispers:: We should go find some food. We can bring some back for Annisha. mimipavilion: ::stops and puts the PADD down:: When you're right, you're right. Alexis McFarland: @ ::nods:: I guess we can try the mess hall? Theobald Dumont: ::rubs his eyes:: Amanda Davis PhD: Of course. ::smiles, now looking around for Dacia:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Mmhm ::Nods and gets down from the bed.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::while the holo-sky shaded the air above to a natural tone when you looked close the commerce decks and command hub could be made out, like ethereal levels of the heavens:: Dacia Sandero: ::is nearby, tending to the lab:: Annisha: @ :: Annisha was hooked up to monitoring devices as the doctors wanted to make sure there were not long term issues :: mimipavilion: ::gets up and heads out of the office:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::by Mimi's side:: Where is Dac... Oh there she is. Working, of course. Alexis McFarland: @ Stay there Annisha. We'll try to get us some grub. Tarisa: @ Miana> We will bring back something yummy, Annisha. ::Steps out of the room, eyeing the main sickbay doors. Her ears were in full radar mode.:: Annisha: @ Hey, I'm beepin' here.... Dacia Sandero: ::sees Dr Davis:: Oh, hello Amanda. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Goes for the door.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Hello Dacia. We're going for dinner. Please join us. Alexis McFarland: @::hovers after Miana:: Theobald Dumont: ::finishes for the day and closes down the program, exits stellar cartography:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Mutters :: I either need to quit coffee or find a stronger blend. mimipavilion: Of course. Dacia Sandero: yeah, sure. I could use the diversion after what happened. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, can't we all. I understand that the captain has ordered us off duty, so we should make the best of it. Dacia Sandero: No argument from me there. Theobald Dumont: ::takes a stroll on the commerce deck:: mimipavilion: None here. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Makes it outside, but stops when she doesn't know where to go.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :; Looks around the CnC :: Amanda Davis PhD: I'll let you choose. I believe it was my choice last time. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Stops after Miana:: Where is it? Dacia Sandero: Any food preferences? Chirakis: ::stands to study the wall-to-wall windows that overlook the best area::: Tarisa: @ Miana> Um... ::Pokes the wall console.:: Computer, where is the yummy food? Amanda Davis PhD: So long as it comes with a good wine. Annisha: @ Computer: There are 89 varieties of food using yum yum sauce. Jylliene: ::another sip of her drink:: ::peruses the menu and orders a sampler plate:: Chirakis: ::tired of working, decides to take a look around CnC::: Tarisa: @ Miana> But where is it? Theobald Dumont: ::pauses in front of a shop on the lowest level:: Chirakis: ::exits her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Disappointed communications were cut off :: Dacia Sandero: There's a nice French and Italian bistro that opened up in the food court. I think it's close to Bubby's. Alexis McFarland: @. Where's the mess hall? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Nods.:: yes. That. Amanda Davis PhD: ::looks to Mimi:: That sounds wonderful. mimipavilion: Agreed Scott Coleridge: ::leans back in his chair and looks around the bar as he waits for his food to arrive:: Alexis McFarland: All right Dacia Sandero: All right Theobald Dumont: ::continues on to Drankum's stepping through the threshold:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::follows the arrows the computer pops up to lead the way:: Chirakis: @ Iowa Officer> ::hears Alexis and turns:: Two decks down, take a right, and you're there. Alexis McFarland: @Thanks, sir. Tarisa: @ Miana> Oooohh Thanks Mister. Chirakis: @ Iowa Officer> Sure thing. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Follows the path.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees Chirakis :: Chirakis: ::sees Cayne, wondering why he's not relaxing::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::touches her hover chair panel and quietly follows Miana:: I can track you by GPS on my panel. ::to Miana:: Chirakis: ::or maybe he is, in his own manner::: Commander Cayne. ::nod:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. Chirakis: Working late, I see. Theobald Dumont: ::sits at the bar and orders a Vulcan mocha:: Dacia Sandero: ::heads to the bistro with the others:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Neat! ::Goes down using the TL and takes the right.:: I think I smell food! mimipavilion: ::walking to the bistro:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::relieved to be out of the office::: Alexis McFarland: @Yay! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It can be hard to leave my post.. always something left undone. Jylliene: ::waits for the food as she has her drink:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Goes into the mess hall, but freezes as soon as she enters.:: Jylliene: ::head turning with endless ideas of how things might have turned out:: Theobald Dumont: ::sees Commander Coleridge across the room, nods and raises his drink:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::stops, almost bumping into Miana:: What's wrong? Chirakis: (That has to be at least 100 crates of ale, Doctor) Tarisa: @ ::Gets a familiar scent, she turns to the door and stands.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Neemah! ::Ears lower.:: Annisha: @ :: Wondering what they are showing her :: Chirakis: Yes, it is hard. But given the last 24 hours, you should be relaxing. Alexis McFarland: @neemah Neenah.. Tarisa: @ ::Walks over to the girls.:: You are both supposed to be in sickbay. Tarisa: @ Miana> But...but... Yummy food... ::Pouts:: Alexis McFarland: @They released me. The doctor said I could go. Alexis McFarland: @And yea, I was getting hungry. Tarisa: @ ::Looking between them, sighing.:: I am sure... ::Points to her table.:: Come. Theobald Dumont: ::takes a drink, then asks the Ferengi waiter how much his tab has run up so far:: Scott Coleridge: ::waves back at Dumont:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay! ::Hugs Tarisa's waist before going to the table.:: Theobald Dumont: ::smiles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have not heard from Gila...err, I mean Ensign Orrak since their last transmission. Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm. ::hovers after them:: Chirakis: No, and you will not hear from them until they enter their area of responsibility. Iowa will run dark until then. Amanda Davis PhD: ::entering the bistro, the smell of food and sound of soothing music is more than refreshing::: Jylliene: ::watches the reflection of the lights above glimmering on the ripples on the surface of her drink while she tips the glass:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yeah... I know about dark. Theobald Dumont: ::takes my drink to Coleridge's table, standing:: Hello Commander, what are you having? mimipavilion: ::enters the bistro:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows soon after:: Looks nice. Chirakis: Commander.. have you eaten recently? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sits at the table.:: Tarisa: What would you two like to eat? Scott Coleridge: It's... ::looks at the drink, sniffs it, tastes it and makes a face:: uh... it's green. Alexis McFarland: @ ::moves her hover chair into position:: Hmm.. Theobald Dumont: I hope it's ripe sir. ::smiles:: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my. This makes me want to sample everything. Annisha: @ :: Eats her gelatin dessert :: Dacia Sandero: Oh yes, I know. Alexis McFarland: @ Nuggets. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: At noon Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::her eyes blink and close as she gets too comfortable and begins to nod off:: mimipavilion: I know Scott Coleridge: And you? Theobald Dumont: Just a Vulcan mocha. Chirakis: Then it is time. Alfredo always has a table reserved for me. And we need to discuss a few things. Amanda Davis PhD: ::finds a table:: How about this one? We can see the waterfall from here. Jylliene: ::sees her plate arrive, begins eating:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Um...a burger! Alexis McFarland: @ We should get a cheeseburger for Annisha too. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods :: You are the Captain.. :: gets up :: Tarisa: @ ::Nods.:: Alright wait here. ::Goes to the replicator.:: Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at the chair across from him:: If you're not waiting for anyone...? Chirakis: Good. ::turns :: Lieutenant Grosman, you have the con. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Pulls up a picture of Jylliene on his padd, distracted that he can't say how things are. Chirakis: ::steps toward the lift::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: With the Captain :: Dacia Sandero: Ooh, very nice. Here's fine. Theobald Dumont: I was just on my way upstairs. But if you don't mind. ::sits:: Do you, Do you play poker, sir? Amanda Davis PhD: ::settles in and takes a menu::: Dacia Sandero: ::reads the menu as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::small smile:: It has been a while. Chirakis: ::enters the lift:: Chez Alfredo. Tarisa: @ ::Comes back with nuggets, and burger, and a plate of fries for them to share. She puts another bag by Alexis for Annisha.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Pulls up a live feed of the repairs to the Nei'rrh :: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Smiles:: Yay thanks! mimipavilion: ::looks at the menu:: Theobald Dumont: I see. I um... I've got some experience playing poker on the Moon actually. Scott Coleridge: Is poker different on the Moon? Jylliene: (The cards don't weigh as much) Chirakis: ::exits precisely where her table is::: Tarisa: @ ::Sits with a glass of tea.:: You are welcome. ::Watches Miana eat.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Oh.. that Salad Nicoise Looks wonderful. I'll have that, some baguettes and a glass of Chardonnay. Theobald Dumont: Have you ever been to Tycho City? Nijil tr'Korjata: (You mean they are 1/6th of their value?) Chirakis: ::waves to the server and takes a seat:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::eats her nuggets using only one hand, dipping it into some honey garlic sauce:: Scott Coleridge: Outside of training trips for the Academy, no, I don't think so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sits :: I have never been to this place. Theobald Dumont: Poker is pretty much the same everywhere, but on Luna it's easier to fleece the cadets from Earth. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Seems fancy and out of place on a station like this. Dacia Sandero: I think I'll get the fettuccine alfredo and a glass of Tuscan red wine. ::to the waiter:: Chirakis: As far as I can tell, Alfredo has the best chef in the galaxy. ::Looks up to the waiter:: My usual, and whatever the commander will have. Jylliene: ::isn't quite sure what this particular fried thing is, but it tastes good, so...sometimes ignorance is bliss:: Alexis McFarland: @ At least it's my right hand I can still use. Theobald Dumont: ...And I've been fleeced a couple times, let me tell you... sir. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Chicken carbonara. mimipavilion: ::to the waiter:: I'll take the traditional spaghetti with meatballs and a glass of water. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, and please do bring the baguettes and wine quickly. Chirakis: ::nods to the waiter, then waits for him to leave::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Thought you were going to take me to Bubby's... :: smirks :: Scott Coleridge: I don't know if I ever got "fleeced," but I definitely lost my share of games. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Computer, play some music. Theobald Dumont: ::nods and laughs:: Aye Chirakis: ::lifts a brow:: If you would rather, it can be arranged. Dacia Sandero: (Baby Baby Baby OOOH) Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Computer, nothing Canadian... next... Chirakis: ::slight grin as the waiter brings their drinks::: Dacia Sandero: (FRIDAY FRIDAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY!) Amanda Davis PhD: Oh.. I have needed this for so long. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Looks at Tarisa's PADD.:: Ooohhh... Is this about the star? Alexis McFarland: @Stahh Chirakis: Commander... are you satisfied with your post at TAC? Tarisa: @ ::Sighs grabbing the PADD.:: Yes it is, and you can not read it. It is my report. Theobald Dumont: ::wraps his fingers on the table somewhat nervously:: Scott Coleridge: And are you planning to continue your poker mastery here on Aegis? Tarisa: @ Miana> Aw...ok. ::eats a fry.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's a lot of standing... reading data streams. Theobald Dumont: Oh yes sir! Chirakis: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::can't see Tarisa's PADD from where she's at:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::also eats a fry:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the waiter comes with their drinks and such:: Chirakis: Would you be interested...::stops as the waiter brings her Romulan ale::: Theobald Dumont: ::Coleridge:: Would you like something to eat? ::snaps his fingers in the air:: Chirakis: :::as soon as he leaves::: ...interested in another post? Scott Coleridge: ::smiles:: Well, I might not be much of an opponent, but I'm sure there are others on the station that will give you a run. Scott Coleridge: ::looks around:: Hmm, I actually ordered food a while back. Amanda Davis PhD: ::and their food, thank goodness::: Theobald Dumont: ::leans over the table slightly and winks like a Zakdorn:: I welcome the challenge. Tarisa: @ ::Pats Miana's head.:: You mother will be happy to see you. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::purrs:: Mm. Theobald Dumont: Let me go get it for you. ::moves to the bar:: Chirakis: ::leans forward:: We are in need of a Chief of Security. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll start pulling up candidates... Theobald Dumont: ::leans over the bar and grabs a fresh tray making a loud noise with it:: Chirakis: ::nods:: I would like you to consider that position. And when I say "consider", that means that you will accept it only if you want it. Amanda Davis PhD: :::so absorbed with eating that she hardly says anything::: Dacia Sandero: ::receives her food and wine as well:: Very nice Theobald Dumont: ::Ferengi waiter:: Is that for Commander Coleridge? I'll take that thank you very much. Theobald Dumont: ::brings over his food:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Me? How hard up are they here? Give me some time to think about it. mimipavilion: ::is so hungry she doesn't say anything:: Jylliene: ::jumps hearing the noise, glances over, then has her food boxed to take to go:: Jylliene: ::finishes her drink:: Scott Coleridge: Very industrious, Ensign, thank you. Chirakis: Definitely. Take as much time as you need. And I will understand if you say no, but you underestimate yourself, Commander. Theobald Dumont: You're very welcome, and now I'll be on my way sir, Enjoy! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think my console thinks we are an item, that would be hard to break off. Tarisa: @ Alright. Finish up, and get back to sickbay. Both of you. Alexis McFarland: @ Mm. Jylliene: ::takes the box and heads out toward her quarters:: Chirakis: ::she nods understanding::: Tarisa: @ I do not want the staff to worry. Theobald Dumont: Oh Hello Mrs. Korjata, fancy meeting you here ::stepping out of Drankum's:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Aw...ok... ::Gets up and hugs Tarisa again.:: Bye Neemah. Chirakis: ::their food arrives::: Alexis McFarland: @Bye bye Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, my. I believe that I'll have to let my skirt out a notch. Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: @I better give Annisha her burger before it gets cold. Tarisa: @ ::Pets then gives her a pat on the backside to get her moving.:: Jylliene: It is. Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head and takes another drink:: mimipavilion: ::wipes her mouth and smiles:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Goes with Alexis to head back to sickbay.:: Jylliene: ::continues toward her quarters:: Theobald Dumont: ::takes his leave:: Jylliene: Enjoy the respite. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: My, that's large. Alexis McFarland: @::quietly:: The doctor didn't release you yet? Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ That's the right music. Annisha: @ That's some strange... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 2/15/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. And I hope your uniforms still fit. Chirakis: TBS will be time enough to get us to 0700, the beginning of Alpha watch. For those of you who log - and there are many - Iowa will be within their area of responsibility oh.. about 5 am. This means they will no longer run dark and can communicate with those on Aegis. Keep in mind that they cruise at warp 9.9, so they might arrive earlier than expected. Chirakis: Commander, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  12. *The Long Road Home Captain Jon Kelley, USS Iowa SubCommander Nijil Korjata USS Iowa shot through space at maximum warp, carrying the Nei'rrh, her crew, and all but a skeleton crew from the Romulan freighter, Argos II, to Aegis. Iowa's stealth destroyer, USS Kole, followed close behind with Argos II in tow. As opposed to Iowa's glistening hull, Kohl's jet black stealth hull was nearly invisible, making Argos appear as though she flew alone. Only a few hours had passed since the rescue. For some, tension was still high. For others, it was a welcome relief. Iowa’s advanced medical complex was already treating the injured from Argos II’s crash landing. Having been stranded on the same planetoid for ten years, geologist Dr Jeremiah Brubaker struggled with modern surroundings, but was determined to “bring himself up to speed” with the present. USS Iowa's Captain Jon Kelley rested his forehead in his hands, trying to get a grip on the mission that almost wasn’t. Commander Djar Reyes wasn’t faring much better. Her jaw clenched repeatedly as she stared blankly at the forward viewscreen. “Damn ‘Fleet Command,” Kelley muttered, running a hand through his thick, black hair then lacing his hands behind his neck. His massive biceps could have easily burst his uniform at the seams, but somehow they survived. Compared to most Starfleet captains, Kelley was young, but he was competent, vigilant, focused, and determined. In short, he had everything Starfleet Command was looking for, except for his fiery temper. When his superiors seemed to care more about their brass bars than the personnel in the field, you could depend on a full fledged eruption tantamount to Mt Tambora. That’s when his language could get pretty raw. Despite the certainty of an explosion, it always seemed to surprise command, but Iowa's crew had watched him conquer so many SNAFUs that they not only took it in stride, they admired it. His mind set assured them that he would always stand up for the crew and take the fall for them if necessary. As Iowa continued on course, Kelley’s mind spun with command’s ignorance and petty bickering that slowed his response to the rescue of Argos II and Nei’rrh. And the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. “Dammit,” he spat with a vengeance. “Took ‘em long enough to get their act together and realize that there actually was something going on!” His fist pounded the command chair arm rest, sending an empty cup flying to the deck, narrowly missing the OPS console. Lt Boz ducked out of reflex, then glanced questioningly at the cup. Kelley waved him off. Boz nodded and went back to work. A deep, cleansing breath followed by a sigh settled him down. What was done, was done. Sure, they rescued the crews…. But if command had argued the point a few minutes longer….? “What the hell, Reyes?” He snapped, trying not to kick something, throw something, or put his fist through the bulkhead—like that would work. “Did they think we wanted to take Kole for a picnic? What do they think we’re out here for? Make ‘em look good? Three million ninety-eight thousand metric tons of toy for them to play with? Hell, do they think at all?” “Cost ‘em a pretty penny, too, sir,” Reyes replied intensely, still glaring at the screen. “But we got ‘em. They’re safe and they're all goin’ home. Gotta thank Admiral Slater for that.” “Yeah,” he replied soberly. “Thanks to him, we got ‘em before they fried. I need to bring him a bottle or two of that Scotch they sell at…” He snapped his fingers. “What's the name of that place? You know… the one on the commerce deck?” Reyes finally pulled herself away from the forward screen. “McClairen’s.” “Yeah. McClairen’s. They always carry a stash of his favorite.” “Glenfiddich 21 year rum barrel aged,” Reyes furnished. “Yeah. He’ll like that. And we owe him, big time.” “So much that he’ll share, sir?” Reyes tossed him a wink. “Huh.” He passed her a slow grin. “Never crossed my mind, Rey, but you do have a point.” Slowly pushing himself to a stand, Kelley reached for the coffee cup and shot a three-pointer into the recycle bin. “I need a drink,” he said, glancing to her over his shoulder as he walked toward his ready room. “Aye, sir,” Reyes replied. “I have the conn. Just save some for me.” Kelley’s snort and, “You got it,” shot back as the ready room door closed. USS Iowa was one of four brand spanking new Akira class refits assigned to Border Patrol and loaded for bear, most of which was classified. Three flights of P-70B Peacemakers and a flight of A-85 Crusader attack fighters were only the beginning of their arsenals. Their commanding officers were hand picked and stringently vetted, as were their crews. In short, Starfleet Border Patrol was the bane of any interloper looking for a fight. Unfortunately, Iowa was command’s bone of contention for this particular mission. Captain Jon Kelley commanded Strike Force Aegis. In coming to the rescue of Argos and Nei’rrh, they had gone far beyond their area of responsibility. Still, Kelley had good reason to be upset. Strike Force Aegis’s USS Kole was one of two Zumwalt class stealth destroyers loaded with jaw-dropping technology. It was their personnel who picked up Nei’rrh's transmissions and alerted USS Iowa to the pending disaster. They were the only ones who could track down the exact coordinates and Iowa was the only Akira available at the time. If it hadn’t been for Kelley’s forceful “negotiating”, no one would have come to the rescue of Argos II and Nei’rrh. They would have been pulled into the planetoid’s gravity well with all hands lost, including the civilians. Flaked out on the ready room couch, Kelley nursed a Romulan ale he had haggled from Chirakis. Well, it wasn’t so much as a haggle, it was more of a game they played. The last time they played, Kelley came away with an entire crate, but he kept that information under wraps. Except for Reyes. She deserved it. “You seem to be more relaxed than usual, Jon,” jerked Kelley from his thoughts. “Hey, Je’rit,” he replied, kicking his feet off the couch to face the image of USS Missouri's Captain d’Ka onscreen. “Enjoying your bond’s ale,” he continued, waggling the bottle at the viewscreen. “As am I,” d’Ka replied, displaying his bottle. Relaxing in his own ready room after a long mission, d’Ka gave what looked like his usual smirk, but Kelley wasn’t sure if it was a smirk. The Sindar had a permanent upturn to his lips, so he really couldn’t tell. “What?” Kelley feigned offense. “You messin’ with my brain again, makin’ me drink this stuff? Thought that kind of thing was off limits.” “No, I am not messing with your brain—though it would be fun on occasion. And yes, it is not only off limits, it is forbidden, with a very high price to pay if those bounds are crossed. As for the ale, I believe you call it coincidence.” “Coincidence,” Kelley snorted. “Riiight.” “But... to my purpose. Mission accomplished, I hear.” “Word travels fast, but yeah.” Kelley nodded. “By the skin of our teeth. Hell of a situation.” After downing the last drops, he tossed the bottle aside. “You on your way back?” “Indeed we are. Our mission was a simple matter of the Alien Alliance testing the border again.” D’ka’s glance offscreen initiated, “Excuse me. It seems that we have another situation.” The screen instantly blanked to the Starfleet emblem. “Figures,” Kelley muttered, kicked back again, and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he was summoned to the landing bay. After giving his neck a good crack, he headed for the lift. Reyes nodded as he passed, knowing that she would get her share of relaxation soon enough. * * * * * * SubCommander Korjata looked over the Nei'rrh as it sat in the bay of the USS Iowa. He walked around the shuttle repeatedly, brushing his hand along the dark olive hull. The Argos II used one of its cargo arms to pluck the shuttle from the oncoming wave, resulting in various scrapes along its sides. The cargo vessel itself needed saving as its engines struggled to leave even the planet, let alone perform a dangerous grapple maneuver at high impulse. Nijil was not upset at the damage, but knew it would take a while to repair. Shipyard or flight deck was the question. Hours upon hours certain. His two crew members had taken refuge in the amenities of the Iowa, along with Annisha. She suffered a concussion when she flew into the cargo vessel bulkhead. She was sleeping now and he needed a distraction. Her condition was not life threatening. She would be fine in a few days. "In a few days," he muttered to himself. Nijil renewed his worry of having Annisha, and her friends, out from the safety of the station. Then he reminded himself danger lurked in every corner. The soft pace of Starfleet regulation boots on the decking came from behind. “SubCommander Korjata?” said a voice. “Captain Kelley, USS Iowa.” The man approached, hand outstretched in greeting, his expression serious as his eyes scanned Nei’rrh’s hull. Nijil returned the gesture, "SubCommander Nijil Korjata and the Nei'rrh," he said, pointing behind him at the Rihan shuttle. “Looks like you took quite a beating. What can I do to help?” "Hmm, well, I don't know if this ship and her crew, as impressive as it is, would be able to repair my ship in a day or two. All I know is I have a lot of repairs ahead. Although..." He turned around to look at the rest of the bay. "Perhaps an evaluation of the repairs needed would lighten my load." Nijil smiled. "But that is not really your concern, Captain. I am just grateful your medical staff too a look at my Annisha." “Um…” Kelley rubbed the back of his neck, nodding. “I checked in with medical before I came down. Saw your daughter. Beautiful girl. My daughter’s her age. Stacy. Nice kid and not at all like me, thank goodness—or so her mother says.” He sighed. “I can relate to your concern.” Kelley grabbed a pair of clean gloves and began a slow walk around Nei’rrh’s hull, giving a gentle rub here and there. “You had one hell of a ride, SubCommander. Quite a bit of scoring. Looks like a grappling arm held you in place for a while. Just off the cuff, I’m going to say that there’s not enough time for our crews to bring your shuttle up to snuff, but we can work on a few things and give you our best eval. And we do have a team that’s worked on Romulan vessels.” Nijil nodded. "If any engineers fancy a look at a Romulan vessel up close, put some time in. I need one restful night. The only thing I ask is if au engage the cloak, to put cones out." “Oh, yeah,” Kelley said, grinning. “They’re geeks when it comes to something different.” He turned and put two fingers to his lips to fire a loud whistle toward a group of engineers. “Bud,” he called, waving an arm in their direction. “Get yer butt over here. Got a job for ya.” He glanced to Nijil. “I think it’s best to stay away from the cloak.” A young engineer rolled from beneath a shuttle and grabbed a cleaning cloth to wipe his hands as he double-timed it toward Kelley. “Sure, Captain. Whatcha got?” “SubCommander Korjata, Petty Officer Buddy Kaison,” Kelley introduced, looking at Nijil. “If anyone can fix it, his team can.” “We’ll give it our best, sir.” Kaison nodded instead of offering a grimy hand. “Romulan shuttle, pretty banged up,” Kelley continued. “Take a look and give a good eval for SubCommander Korjata. Leave the cloak alone.” “Yes, sir,” Kaison replied, stuffing his gloves into a back pocket and grabbing a new set. He moved slowly and carefully from one section to another, scrutinizing the slightest nick, bend, and scrape. Then he opened the panel and took a good look at the propulsion system. “Well, sir,” he said upon return. “I’ve dealt with a few Romulan shuttles, but never one quite like this. Looks like it has a few modifications. I’ll do my best to get an eval top to bottom, inside and out.” “Good.” Kelley turned to Nijil. “Kaison and his crew’ll take care of it, SubCommander. And while they’re at it, I’ll get you settled into a nice warm room so you can get some rest. There’s a replicator in there, or we have real food. Your choice.” ————————————— * Martha Raddatz, "The Long Road Home"
  13. The Face of Death Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 Kirel had been standing amidships in Command and Control, watching every move, listening to every communication, scrutinizing every message… and waiting. Waiting was cruel, ruthless, sadistic, and any number of epithets she could think of. She had faced death many times and counted it as nothing. But knowing that the crews of Argos, Shuttle Warren, and the Nei’rrh had faced death was beyond her ability to cope. She was especially concerned about the children. Her thoughts trailed off, only then realizing the physical and emotional toll the mission had taken on the entire crew. She sighed and checked the chronograph, then began: “Computer, open Commanding Officer’s report, Sky Harbor Aegis, Stardate 2388.127, Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 in command,” she began aloud. “The time is 1800 hours Aegis local. First rotation Alpha watch has been in Command and Control for 34 hours. First rotation Alpha watch is relieved. Third rotation Bravo watch will replace them in the morning.” She turned to face the crew. “First rotation Alpha watch will not return until they are fully rested. End Commanding Officer’s report.” They moved out in silence—some in relief and some in exhaustion. “Commander Kital,” said Kirel quietly as she passed. “Take all the time you need. Do not return until you are ready.” Jylliene nodded, then moved on. First watch rotation Charlie appeared and took their stations. Kirel remained, still stunned from the last 34 hours. For her, rest was not an option until Captain Kelley of USS Iowa reported all present and accounted for. Knowing that personnel, especially children, had been in danger and possibly close to death was devastating enough. Being unable to help was overwhelming. Facing an indomitable foe, facing death herself, she could handle. Watching children die? That she could not fathom. “Captain?” said a maintenance engineer beside her. “Permission to arrange your office?” “Of course,” she replied. “Take care in packing Captain Ramson’s possessions. I am sure she left forwarding orders.” “No, ma’am. She did not.” “Then secure them in her quarters until further instructions.” With that, she stepped to the command chair, put aside the burden it represents, and settled in. The anxiety remained until several hours later when the engineers pronounced her office ready. Not long after, she was asleep in her chair. In the office. With her back to a wall display of daggers, knives, and assorted other weapons—trophies from those who should not have messed with her. They were gone. They would not mess with her again.
  14. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 2/8/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 6 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.127 TBS is zero. The time is 1715 hours (5:15 PM) Aegis local. Science is questioning the nature of the nebula after detecting what appears to be a solar prominence. Communication between the ships and Aegis has been established. On the planetoid, Argos II is spaceworthy. Everyone is returning to the ship. Nei'rrh and Warren are connected just outside the planetoid's gravity well. A threatening series of electromagnetic waves is sweeping toward the planetoid. @ for Argos II and the planet. # for Nei'rrh. & for Shuttle Warren. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, doing stuff::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at the CnC sci station:: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::With the others, quickly making their way to the ship.:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: I do believe the prominence might put our people in danger. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Carrying Annisha by piggyback.:: Chirakis: ::CnC, watching and waiting::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing sensor data, wondering if there's anything they've missed:: Annisha: @ :: cheers :: This is how to do it. Alexis McFarland: @::slowly limping her way back to the ship, leaning on Miana or Brubaker (whomever was on her left side), ditched her crutch some time ago as her arm was getting worse:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: The Nei'rrh is right on top of the Warren :: Tarisa: # ::Keeping an eye on sensors.:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::finishing hot chocolate to calm down:: Chirakis: ::listening to all reports, especially the conversation in science::: Theobald Dumont: ::pulling up the astronomical catalogue, the really big one at science station II:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> :: Looks up, as if that would make a difference :: +Nei'rrh+ Glad you could make it. Our drive is still offline and we don't have enough power for a tractor beam. Jylliene: ::watching the displays:: Annisha: @ :: Looks as they make their way to the Argos :: We sure are in a hurry. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: The solar prominence could bubble up far enough to irradiate some of the planetoids. Chirakis: Commander Kital, inform the ships to keep an open com. Alexis McFarland: @I Wish I could keep up. Tarisa: @ Miana> Bad things are happening... Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Parking the Nei'rrh on top of the Warren :: Tarisa, extend the shields to encompass the Warren. Jylliene: Yes ma'am Tae'Lynn Dran: That seems possible. Tarisa: # Already done. Nijil tr'Korjata: # +Warren+ We believe we have shielding that can protect while au are vulnerable. Jylliene: +Nei'rrh, Warren+ Aegis Operations. Please keep channel open. Chirakis: @ Brubaker> :::jogs toward the rest of the group, Whippet leading the way::: Commander! Commander! We must hurry. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> +Nei'rrh+ Copy that SubCommander. Tae'Lynn Dran: To what extent is what we need to figure out. What's the risk to our ships. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Helping Alexis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Turns back :: What is our field strength now with the extension? Theobald Dumont: ::thumbing through the catalogue:: Chirakis: (remember that the Argos crew is helping the children) Tarisa: # Reduced, but still stable. Alexis McFarland: @Mmm. Annisha: @ :: Looks out for the ship :: Johnson Kenyon: # ::takes a few deep breaths... decides that Nijil isn't doing this on purpose - just a personality quirk:: Annisha: @ Kushana> +Argos+ We are approaching. Are the transporters online? Johnson Kenyon: # ::returns the cup to the food replicator and recycles it:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: I think we might be dealing with a "planetary nebula" sir. Jylliene: ::listening to the com and watching the displays:: Chirakis: @ Brubaker> ::Commander Kushana, as he approaches her:: Commander, we must hurry and leave the planet. ::points toward the sky and Whippet barks::: Annisha: @ Argos Officer> Na, not for some time. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Looks up at the sky:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Bad things! Johnson Kenyon: # ::walking to the bridge of the little ship:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Picks up her pace.:: Alexis McFarland: @ It doesn't look good. ::Winces:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: turns :: Ah Mr. Kenyon. I trust the engines are holding up? Tae'Lynn Dran: Also possible. But let's focus on the damage that stellar eruption might pose first. Annisha: @ :: Looks up at the sky :: I have a bad feeling about this... Johnson Kenyon: # ::takes a seat and pulls up the engine specs from the navigator's position:: Johnson Kenyon: # Well, we didn't blow up... that's a good sign. Theobald Dumont: The solar prominence could burn off the atmosphere of any planetoid fully enveloped. Chirakis: ACTION> Nei'rrh and Warren notice the electromagnetic waves pulsing through the area. Johnson Kenyon: # Not this again. Tarisa: # ::Starting to notice a spike on sensors.:: +Aegis+ Are you reading the spikes in the waves? Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Notices a panic-sounding beep :: The probe. Chirakis: ::looks up to the sensor array display:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::turns to Nijil:: You think the probe caused this? Jylliene: ::glances at science:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Looks at the indicator :: The probe encountered a EM wave propagating from the nebula. We have incoming.. Nijil tr'Korjata: # I don't believe so if au compare the strength of the wave to that of the probe. Johnson Kenyon: # I see. ::looking for a place to brace:: Should I reinforce the shields? Chirakis: ::approaches Scott:: Commander, explain what we are seeing on the display. Tarisa: # There are numerous waves. ::Looks to Nijil.:: We should transfer the Warren crew over. I am unsure if the shields can hold while extended. Annisha: @ :: Sees the tip of the Argos nacelles :: Thar she blow? mimipavilion: ::watches what's going on:: Johnson Kenyon: # We don't have a lot of time Scott Coleridge: It looks like the star...or whatever it is… generates a massive EM wave at irregular intervals. Johnson Kenyon: # +WARREN+ Prepare to beam over.... we have a big one about to hit. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh this doesn't look good. Fletcher Jackson: ::distracted by what he's hearing::: Annisha: @ Kushana> The human expression is blows... bah, hurry.. +Argos+ Open the starboard door. Scott Coleridge: If the Argos were caught in such a wave... Chirakis: (w) Kahless... Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Jumps in with Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles inside the ship:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> +Nei'rrh+ Shields not working? Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::also making it in with Annisha, and places her somewhere safe.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: The only advantage is the thick gas of the nebula will dissipate the wave quicker. Johnson Kenyon: # ::Tarisa:: You may want to put the probe on active transmission in case it fails. Chirakis: ::looks to Dran::: Tarisa: # ::Activates.:: Annisha: @ Kushana> :: Enters :: Get them to safety in the ship. I have to go to the bridge . Johnson Kenyon: # +WARREN+ Our extended shields may not be enough... you need to beam over. Chirakis: And if the waves continue to come? Tae'Lynn Dran: If any ship can stay ahead or even use the wave of nebula gas for a lift they can stay clear of danger. Chirakis: ::looks up at the graph that is onscreen::: Johnson Kenyon: # I'm attempting to establish a lock on the WARREN crew. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> :: Turns to the team :: Grab your gear, we are bugging out. +Nei'rrh+ How long do we have? Jylliene: ::fingers tapping on the console:: Chirakis: ::Dran:: And if they are caught in the wave? Johnson Kenyon: # +WARREN+ I'd say minutes. Annisha: @ Kushana> :: enters the bridge :: Get us out of here. Tae'Lynn Dran: Maybe setting the charge of their shielding opposite the wave will push them ahead. mimipavilion: ::heads over to the others, but staying back:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> +Nei'rrh+ We are ready. Alexis McFarland: @ ::heads into their room probably, is carried in by a crew member:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::starts beaming the WARREN CREW:: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's assuming they have shields. Anything unprotected won't survive. I'm sorry. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: & Gila> :: She and her team of four beam over, she holding something of the Warren :: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Do you mean polarize the shields and hull? Tarisa: # ::Once they are all beamed on board, she restores the shields to normal.:: mimipavilion: ::hears Tae'Lynn, becoming concerned:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::to Nijil:: It might be better if we try to ride out the wave, rather than oppose it... the Warren crew are onboard. Chirakis: ::mutters something about the task force being unavailable::: Annisha: @ :: The Argos starts to lift off the planet, seeming to struggle to rise :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Grabbing on tight to the seat she was secured in.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Dran:: Any indications on what initiates the waves yet? Alexis McFarland: @ ::grips her seat with her one good arm:: Tae'Lynn Dran: No sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: # Moving off from the Warren. :: Sees Gila coming to the bridge :: Jylliene: ::taptaptaptaptap:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::looking at Nijil, then to Tarisa:: Anything from the probe on the source of that transmission? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne :: The Nei'rrh is moving off, albeit slowly.. Theobald Dumont: ::calculates the charge of the last 3 waves:: Chirakis: ACTION> As soon as the Warren is released, it is pulled into the planetoid's gravity well. Tae'Lynn Dran: We have very little data but the waves do seem to be more frequent and growing in size since our search teams arrived. Johnson Kenyon: # We're losing the WARREN. Annisha: @ Kushana> +Argos+ This will be a bumpy ride. (Think Knight Bus) Tarisa: # ::Perks up.:: I am detecting something from the planetoid. It is another ship. I believe it is the Argos. Johnson Kenyon: # ::turns around and notices Gila:: This might be a bumpy ride. Johnson Kenyon: # The ARGOS! Annisha: @ Kushana> One we break the atmosphere set a course of 240 mark 59. Tarisa: # They are struggling to lift off. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Looks out of the window:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: I think a positive charge of +2.5 will do the trick. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Theo:: I hope there's a pattern to the wave charge. It will take a few moments to oppositely charge their shields. Nijil tr'Korjata: # Ships can be replaced.. Johnson Kenyon: # ::looking at Nijil:: Should we go after them? ::to Tarisa:: Can we beat the incoming waves? Scott Coleridge: Since? Is it possible our ships are doing something that triggers the waves? Some kind of emissions? Jylliene: ((Sure, say that about the Warren, but if it were the Nei'rrh, you'd be singing a different tune)) Tarisa: # +Argos+ Nei'rrh to Argo, come in. If you shields are working, set them to the following frequency. ::Sends info.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: The engines of the Nei'rrh are not able to form a warp field :: Tae'Lynn Dran: If you're sure. This is getting out of my specialty. Johnson Kenyon: # Damn. The Warp engines are unable to form a field Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of Tarisa's com with Argos:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the data:: Theobald Dumont: I recommend polarity of +2.5 both shields and hull. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Aegis+ A wave is approaching at a speed faster than we can escape it. The Nei'rrh is unable to form a warp field. Tae'Lynn Dran: Commander ::Coleridge:: We have the polarity they need to set their shields and hull plating. Tarisa: # ::Hearing Theo over the open comm. Sets the hull polarity to match.:: Chirakis: Then they must get as far away as possible without warp. Annisha: @ Bridge Officer> A Romulan shuttle is at impulse along our course. Tae'Lynn Dran: And yes, our ships may be influencing the fields in the area somehow. Tarisa: # ::To Nijil.:: Turn the ship to these coordinates. Johnson Kenyon: # ::checking on the engines from the console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # +Aegis+ If this does not work out, tell my bondmate to take care of Annisha. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: The subspace distortion waves could be reflecting from the ships' engines. Johnson Kenyon: # ::looks at Nijil and shakes head...:: Tarisa: # You might want to strap in... Annisha: @ Kushana> We need to get ahead of this wave... damn... Chirakis: +Nijil+ We have an open com, SubCommander. She knows. Johnson Kenyon: # Brace for incoming wave. Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene:: If you wish to be relieved, you may be. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Aegis+ Understood. Tarisa: # ::Secures self.:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: They mustn't go to warp. Jylliene: ::shakes head:: mimipavilion: ::walks over to Chirakis, softly:: Maybe sending the Aegean would be a good idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: # This wave is going at the speed of light and we are only going at full impulse. Johnson Kenyon: # ::bracing himself:: Jylliene: I'm staying put. Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't think they could even if they tried. Chirakis: ::understanding, she leans close:: It is a two day journey. They haven't the time. Jylliene: ::quietly:: If this doesn't work, I don't think Annisha would be around to take care of. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Annisha: @ Kushana> :: Thinks of the kids and her crew :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Make sure all of this is getting relayed to Commander Tarisa. Johnson Kenyon: ((I'm not sure how close the speed of light impulse is)) Theobald Dumont: Aye ma'am Nijil tr'Korjata: (Full impulse is about .25 of light) Theobald Dumont: ::taps console sending Tarisa's computer the telemetry:: Chirakis: ::steps closer, speaking quietly:: Do you wish to be relieved? Jylliene: ::fingers still drumming on the console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # We have lowered our profile relative to the waves direction. :: shows a screen with a tiny green Romulan shuttle and an approaching red wave :: Jylliene: No, thank you, ma'am. I mean, what in the elements would I do relieved? Theobald Dumont: +Tarisa+ Commander, please check my calculations. Jylliene: Pace elsewhere? Fletcher Jackson: ::glance to the captain and the commander:: Jylliene: ::shrugs to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::returns attention to the displays, waits:: Tarisa: # +Theo+ I already have, Ensign, and have adjusted accordingly. Thank you. Chirakis: ::nods:: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Ahead of the wave the subspace communications are starting to fail :: Theobald Dumont: +Tarisa+ You're welcome... good luck... mimipavilion: ::wonders if there are any other ships in the area:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::Tarisa:: Has the Argos cleared the planetary gravitational field? Nijil tr'Korjata: # +Aegis+ The w v s creat ng subsp dist . I don't kn ho l g r... Jylliene: ((This is totally like Apollo 13 beginning reentry)) Annisha: @ :: The Argos is priming their warp engines as they travel at high impulse :: Chirakis: +Nei'rrh+ You WILL succeed, SubCommander. Theobald Dumont: ::head is spinning:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::tapping console:: Shields holding, impulse engines holding Jylliene: ::is going to need some Romulan ale after this:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Alter course to intercept with the shuttle. Push the impulse engines past their maximum! Alexis McFarland: @ ::holding on to one of the armrests:: Annisha: @ Bridge Officer> But... :: sees her look :: Aye Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: The comm is silent :: Theobald Dumont: (w) Dran:: 4 ships, waves, gravity wells, stellar flares I can hardly keep track. Nijil tr'Korjata: # The wave is three minutes away... sensors are... unreliable. Tarisa: # Yes, they have. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Cayne> The Nei'rrh does not have enough momentum. The wave will intercept in less than three minutes. Tae'Lynn Dran: I know. ::thinking she just wants to study trees and flowers, maybe the occasional carnivorous mushroom. That's all:: Johnson Kenyon: # :::attempting to get the warp engines going again:: Chirakis: * Kelley> Aegis, Captain Kelley USS Iowa. We have been monitoring your situation. Say the word and we will intercept. Annisha: @ :: Her hair all messed up, she is strapped in, knowing if something hits it is often not enough :: Theobald Dumont: ::tasks himself with preparing for a summary report:: mimipavilion: ::hears the com:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Gritting her teeth.:: Annisha: @ :: The Argos shakes violently as she pushes .30 of light speed :: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Shakes about in her seat:: Jylliene: ::looks at Chirakis:: Chirakis: +Kelley+ Chirakis. Definitely. How close are you? Annisha: @ Kushana> Two minutes to intercept... push it further…. mimipavilion: ::also looks at Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: # The ARGOS is pushing their engines, but she's about to get hit. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Theo:: Add another ship to your calculations. Chirakis: ::Nods to Jylliene:: Send them coordinates. Tarisa: # As are we. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Gila> :: Feeling sick to her stomach :: Chirakis: * +Kelley+ Aegis, five minutes out at max warp. Closing in. Theobald Dumont: ::pulls up each wave screen, saves the data, pulls up the solar prominence measurement, saves the data, pulls up the gaseous chromatography results, saves the data:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Drop the forward cargo container with the arm... prepare it for another piece of cargo... Jylliene: ::sends:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::Tarisa:: Has the probe been hit yet? Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Another one! I hope it's a dreadnought. ::smiles:: Jylliene: +Iowa+ Iowa, Aegis. Coordinates sent. Tarisa: # The probe is gone. Nijil tr'Korjata: # Two minutes :: Somberly:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::to Nijil:: I guess we get to see if the shields will hold, huh Chirakis: +Iowa+ Be advised. One freighter, one Romulan shuttle. EM waves in the area. Annisha: @ :: Argos sends the cargo container away with its arm.. it gets tossed behind the ship... then hits something in the distance :: Chirakis: * Kelley> +Aegis+ Copy. Johnson Kenyon: # ::tapping console to try and start the warp engines:: Tarisa: # 30 seconds... Tarisa: # Brace! Nijil tr'Korjata: # Something is approaching... the wave could be ahead of projections. Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Any communication at all with Argos or Nei'rrh? Johnson Kenyon: # ::Bracing:: Jylliene: None. Theobald Dumont: ::notices something flashing on his console:: +Tarisa+ Did we lose the probe? Annisha: @ Kushana> Full stop in 15 seconds... Chirakis: * Kelley> ::continual call to Argos and Nei'rrh::: Annisha: @ Kushana> Wait, match their speed.... almost there. Jylliene: I'm not terribly surprised, given the expected interference with the wave. Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Getting something on comms but garbled :: Johnson Kenyon: # ::notices some static from the COMM:: Chirakis: * Kelly> +ships+ USS Iowa, USS Kole headed your way. Arrive in two. How copy? Annisha: @ Kushana> I'll operate the arm myself, put us on top of her. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: We've lost the data relay from the probe. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's right on top of us! :: sensors show something right on... suddenly the Nei'rrh shakes in an unexpected way, more than a wave hitting aft :: Chirakis: * Kelley> +Kole+ Be ready to drop, grab, and run. You take Nei'rrh. We have Argos. Alert all medical. Johnson Kenyon: # ::loses his brace to press the COMM:: +IOWA+ br c ng Chirakis: * Kelley> ::receives reply:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Interference, destruction, or taken down by the same thing that disabled the ships? Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: People are jostled out of their seats, some fall to the deck :: Annisha: @ Kushana> Got her... :: turns to her officer :: Punch it, maximum warp! Johnson Kenyon: # ::knocked out of seat... regretting trying to return the IOWA's call:: Chirakis: * Kelly> +Kole+ Dropping from warp in three... two... one... Mark! Johnson Kenyon: # ::gripping seat:: Theobald Dumont: Let me check the recording log. Tarisa: # ::Manages to stay in hers:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Falls out of his seat :: Something... :: now holding said seat :: Grabbed us? Alexis McFarland: @ ::glad someone strapped her in before they took off:: Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: The Nei'rrh appears to go to warp :: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Total power failure when the last wave hit. Johnson Kenyon: # ::mouthing... .how can you notice anything:: Annisha: @ :: The wave licks the aft section of the Argos...and her catch. :: Chirakis: * Kelley> ::Iowa drops from warp:: +Nei'rrh, Argos+ USS Iowa. Hang on, we're going to pull you in. ::turns:: Engage tractor beam. Tae'Lynn Dran: Let me see it's last readings. Johnson Kenyon: # ::hearing the IOWA on the COMM:: attempting to retake seat:: Theobald Dumont: ::transfers the data stream to science station i:: Annisha: @ Kushana> +Iowa+ Could use a tow.. our engines are faltering... Tarisa: # ::Sighs at the sight of a much larger Federation ship.:: Tarisa: # +Iowa+ Thank you. Chirakis: * Kelley> +Argos+ Understood. +Kole+ Open the hatch and tractor Argos, then get the hell out. Tae'Lynn Dran: :::looking data over:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to one of the windows :: An arm has us... Argos? :: Goes back to the bridge :: Chirakis: * Kelley> +Argos+ Prepare for a big jolt. Tractoring you in. Theobald Dumont: ::writing up the star/nebula:: Jylliene: ::taptaptaptaptaptap:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks up to see if the doctor is on the CnC:: Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::still on the CnC:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Understood. :: nods to her crew :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Doctor Pavilion? Can you come here. Chirakis: Action> Both ships are tractored in. Jylliene: ::breathing slightly easier knowing the Iowa is out there, but still won't relax until all are confirmed out of danger:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: That's the best part of serving on a starbase, the big guns are usually nearby. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dran:: Yes? Johnson Kenyon: # ::looks around the ship and gives a sigh of relief:: Chirakis: *Kelley> +USS Kole+ As soon as they're secure, punch it! Max warp. Tae'Lynn Dran: This is the readings from our probe. See these radiation patterns. I thought you might want to know and prepare screenings for when the crews return. ::frowns slightly:: Chirakis: * Kelley> ::helm:: Punch it! Max warp! Nijil tr'Korjata: # :: Sits in his seat :: I think the Argos grabbed us with one of their arms, then something grabbed the Argos. Full power to structural integrity. Chirakis: * Kelley> Inform medical of incoming. Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: The USS Iowa. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Looks at the strange blue light that surrounded the ship:: Johnson Kenyon: # ::looks at Nijil:: I couldn't see anything those last few moments... I fell behind my seat. Theobald Dumont: ::rests for a moment looking out the viewscreen for the "big" ships:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Safe... Chirakis: * Kelley> +Aegis+ Mission accomplished. Will inform on crew status asap. Going dark. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Gila> :: How having turned green, she spoke up :: Commander, I-I am sorry. I made a mess. mimipavilion: ::looks at the readings:: Understood. I'm sure the ships will begin treatments asap. Jylliene: ::Exhales:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 2/8/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: So, I can safely say that the ships will arrive within two days. Johnson Kenyon: ((very exciting)) Alexis McFarland: Yay Chirakis: I'm putting TBS at one day. That will give the Argos and Nei'rrh crews time to relax, maybe write a log or two? Chirakis: Or three? Or four? Johnson Kenyon: or catch up on sleep Nijil tr'Korjata: Writing.. sure Chirakis: Or that. Alexis McFarland: lmm Chirakis: Commander, thoughts? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Crew... any thoughts regarding the TBS, questions, or otherwise? Jylliene: Question Chirakis: Go Jylliene: Iowa said they were going dark - will that carry on throughout their return? Jylliene: Will we be able to assume communication during the TBS Johnson Kenyon: What class is the Iowa? Chirakis: Going dark means they will not have communication unless absolutely needed. Jylliene: And they're staying with that throughout their return? Jylliene: Just wondering for logginess. Chirakis: When they are out of their area, their SOP is to fly dark. Jylliene: Gotcha. Nijil tr'Korjata: Nijil knows how to do things. Johnson Kenyon: change diapers?Chirakis: Iowa is a modified Akira class, same as Missouri. Johnson Kenyon: modified Akira class, gotcha. Chirakis: Other questions? Comments? Theobald Dumont: thanks for making it so much fun. Johnson Kenyon: it was at that Chirakis: I'm glad you enjoyed it. Chirakis: I will be around for talk, questions, whatever, for a while. Chirakis: Otherwise... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |8 February 2019 6 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.127 TBS is Zero. The time is 1715 hours (5:15 PM) Aegis local. On the nebular planetoid, Argos ll is spaceworthy, but not completely repaired. The children, Commander Kushana, Dr. Y'shta, Dr Brubaker, and Whippet are headed toward the ship. In orbit of the nebular planetoid, Nei’rrh has reestablished communication with Aegis and Shuttle Warren, and has picked up Argos II’s distress signal. Nei’rrh has extended its modified shields to protect the Warren from another wave. On Aegis, advanced sensors detected a solar prominence in the nebula that could be a negative reaction between nebular particles and a dwarf star. We still have not determined if there is a nebula or the atmosphere is a “very weird star”.