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  1. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/13/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 21 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. USS Toronto is in orbit. USS Calgary will soon take her place. The gremlins's stench is slowly dissipating. Security is at condition yellow. Captain Chirakis has called senior command to the conference room for an update on the Alien Alliance. Senior Command: Coleridge, Pavilion, Korjata, Cayne, and Tarisa. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= mimipavilion: ::in the conference room:: Chirakis: ::in the conference room, fingers steepled as she decides how to begin and several other things::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC OPS::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the conference room, yawning :: Tarisa: ::Enters the conference room, taking a seat.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sipping his drink :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters just behind Tarisa:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly, since she had been given medicine to help her the night before.:: Annisha: :: Getting ready for school... always getting ready for school :: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping as well, thanks to the same medicine:: Chirakis: ::checks who has entered, then secures the door::: Chirakis: ::she leans back, deep in thought::: Chirakis: Once again, I remind you that this information is confidential... Scott Coleridge: ::leans forward, deep in listening:: Chirakis: We have new information on the Alien Alliance... and it is not good. Chirakis: ::the image of a well-dressed businessman appears on the screen::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: frowns :: Tarisa: ::Seeing the image, tilting her head:: mimipavilion: ::sees the image then looks at Chirakis:: Chirakis: The person onscreen is Ragor Tal. If you have not heard of him, you will know him now. He is responsible for Argesil, the incident that nearly destroyed the Joint Allied Powers. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: mimipavilion: ::remembers the name, now can put a face to it:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Studies the picture :: Scott Coleridge: ::has read too many briefs with that name:: Annisha: :: Gets her tea from the replicator :: Chirakis: Last night, I conducted an experiment to see if Ragor Tal is involved in our situation. Normally, he would not be, but it seems that his operation has changed... Chirakis: I gave the gremlins three similar images to look at, all dangerous, all horrific you might say. Chirakis: The first two were of interest to them, and nothing more. Alexis McFarland: ::curls up in bed, still asleep:: Chirakis: However :::she changes the screen to another image::: mimipavilion: ::looks at the screen again and sees another image:: Chirakis: As soon as this image appeared, they gasped, backed off, and went into a high-pitched screams. Their screams alerted the officers on watch. Within seconds, a Quick Reaction Force raced down the corridor. By then, the gremlins had huddled together in their nests in silence, some whimpering and shaking, definitely traumatized. Tarisa: ::Curious.:: mimipavilion: ::hears the Captain:: Chirakis: As you can see.... he is a person of nightmares: a tall, massive humanoid clad in leather and carrying some of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy, ranging from disruptors and handmade plasma weapons to explosives and assorted caustic acid bombs and several glistening knives. Chirakis: This man ::she swivels to look at him:: is Kran Magkor, Ragor Tal’s primary assassin and a master of torture. Chirakis: According to Starfleet Security, his ship is highly advanced, probably furnished by the Alien Alliance. Chirakis: It is entirely possible that he brought the gremlins here, and that Ragor Tal is a leader of the Alien Alliance. Chirakis: ::she sighs and turns back to face the others::: We believe that Kran Magkor or one of his cronies forced the gremlins to board Aegis and plant a quantity of metal on deck 188. Chirakis: The gremlins have been given sanctuary. Security is at condition yellow. Chirakis: Deck 188 is now completely off limits, ostensibly because we are cleaning up the area to make it habitable. Tarisa: May I ask what type of metal? Chirakis: That has yet to be determined. Chirakis: Our Explosive Ordnance personnel are examining it now. Chirakis: ..and the reason why deck 188 is off limits. Scott Coleridge: ::holds off on the sardonic remarks for the end:: Chirakis: Any more questions? Chirakis: ::looks around the room, leaving the image of Kran Magkor onscreen::: Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: raises hand :: Chirakis: ::nod:: Commander Korjata. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have been considering decks 189 and 187 as well. The metal analysis will determine the real risk. Chirakis: Regarding the decks, Commander Korjata, I will take the into consideration. If anyone asks, we are refurbishing those areas. Nijil tr'Korjata: How recent is that picture? Chirakis: The image is quite recent. Scott Coleridge: Do we have any idea why Tal is becoming more aggressive now? mimipavilion: ::listens:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Knows Tal's type :: mimipavilion: ::has a good hunch on why he's becoming aggressive, if memory serves her right:: Annisha: :: Adds sugar to her bitter tea :: Chirakis: Regarding "why now" - He has seen an opportunity and is making the most of it. Chirakis: ::changes the image back to Tal:: Burn this image into your memory. Chirakis: You must not miss him if he passes. mimipavilion: ::stares at the picture:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Does he operate out of a ship, base? Chirakis: He operates out of anywhere he chooses. He could easily be on Aegis now, so be vigilant. Security is aware, and an alarm will come to me if he is here. Chirakis: ::leaning forward:: Dr. Pavilion, what is the condition of the gremlins? mimipavilion: Their physical condition is stable, but given what you mentioned about Magkor, their mental status has me concerned. I'll look into a treatment that will help them with their psychological condition. Chirakis: ::she nods agreement slowly:: Alexis McFarland: ::yawns and stretches:: Chirakis: Alert Dr Sandero regarding the gremlins and what to look for. They will need psychological help for some time. I doubt that they will return to the home world for a while. I have contacted billeting for their comfort. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::looks around the table:: Comments? Questions? Tarisa: ::Shakes head no for the moment.:: Chirakis: My office is always open for questions. Once again, do not discuss this elsewhere. Chirakis: Very well. Dismissed. Chirakis: ::blanks the screen and stands slowly, waiting for them to leave::: Scott Coleridge: ::heads for the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to get up :: mimipavilion: :: leaves for medical:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Bumps into Njil :: Sorry SubCommander.. Tarisa: ::Exits the room.:: Chirakis: :::moves to the window where USS Toronto is berthed::: mimipavilion: ::takes the tl to medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Fletcher Jackson: ::working hard, he's forgotten the donuts... for now:: Alexis McFarland: ::smacks her lips and crawls out of bed.. puts on her slippers:: mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical:: Chirakis: ::exits the conference room and heads toward her office, then stops, thinking::: Chirakis: :::approaches Scott:: Commander, a word in my office. mimipavilion: ::stops for a minute and then goes into her office to get her thoughts together:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods and follows Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Heads out of the CnC, waves to his mate :: Chirakis: ::enters the office, waiting for the door to be secure before she begins::: Dacia Sandero: ::helping out some patients in sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::goes to the bathroom to freshen up:: Annisha: :: Gets her pack and padd, heads out the door :: Chirakis: Commander, I could be a liability to Aegis if Ragor Tal is truly involved in this. He would like nothing more than to take me hostage and make demands for my freedom. You must NOT listen to him. We have a long history. If I am captured, your only thought should be for the station, and leave me to him. Is that understood? Alexis McFarland: ::replicates some breakfast:: Scott Coleridge: ::blinks:: Scott Coleridge: Wait, let me make sure I understand this mimipavilion: ::goes to the door of her office:: Dacia could you come here for a minute. Chirakis: ::listening::: Dacia Sandero: ::hears:: Oh yeah, sure. ::heads to Mimi's office:: Scott Coleridge: You're telling me that if you're captured, I *shouldn't* plan, organize, and execute some kind of incredibly risky and dangerous rescue operation? Chirakis: Exactly. mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk:: Dacia Sandero: ::enters the office:: What's up? Chirakis: In fact, you should not listen to him at all. Scott Coleridge: Oh good. Scott Coleridge: Because planning dangerous rescue operations is not exactly in my wheelhouse. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to find Orrak :: Tarisa: :;Heads to her office.:: Chirakis: Then let me rephrase... Chirakis: No one on Aegis, including all of security, should attempt a rescue. mimipavilion: ::Motions to take a seat:: We need to figure out what the extent of the gremlins mental health is and to find a therapy to help them. Chirakis: In other words, you are not to order anyone to attempt a rescue. Annisha: :: Goes to find Lexy :: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks around, noticing the tension in CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters a lift :: Auxiliary engineering deck... Scott Coleridge: Yes, good. Dacia Sandero: ::sits down:: Okay. They're pretty hard to read telepathically, but I think we can assess them. They seem to take a liking to you and a ..tolerance of me. Scott Coleridge: Seriously, not doing things is very easy. Chirakis: I have noticed this ::she gives a slight grin::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: In the event of your capture I will most definitely allow you to be tortured, probably slowly to death, while I vehemently ignore Ragor Tal's communications. Scott Coleridge: You have my word. Chirakis: So noted, Commander. Dacia Sandero: So how should we get started on that front? Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of toast with butter:: Scott Coleridge: Wait Annisha: Lexy... there you are Scott Coleridge: I just thought of something Scott Coleridge: What if Ragor Tal tells me *not* to rescue you? Chirakis: :::chuckle::: mimipavilion: We need to talk with them. Chirakis: That you must decide yourself. Scott Coleridge: ::sighs:: I guess this is what they mean when they talk about command decisions. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: all right... you seem to be going a good job communicating with them Chirakis: Indeed it is. Alexis McFarland: ::eating her toast:: Mm. Hey Annisha. Annisha: Toast... again? Chirakis: ::leaning against her desk, arms crossed with a faint smile, she can't help thinking that she chose an excellent XO::: Chirakis: If that is all, Commander, you are dismissed. Dacia Sandero: Yes, toast and cereal. But maybe not for long.. my parents should be arriving in the next couple of days. You should come up and visit me in the VIP suites... it should be ok as long as you have permission to come up. Scott Coleridge: Aye, Captain. I'm off to plan ways not to rescue you, just to be prepared. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: That's what I wanted to bring to your attention. Alexis McFarland: Yes, toast and cereal. But maybe not for long.. my parents should be arriving in the next couple of days. You should come up and visit me in the VIP suites... it should be ok as long as you have permission to come up. Chirakis: Of course. Dacia Sandero: Yes? Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/13/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Dran and Jylliene should be back next week. TBS will be 5 hours - long enough to settle down and have a good lunch. Chirakis: Comments, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none, Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 13 September 2019 24 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.145 TBS is 21 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Either engineering has worked diligently to remove the gremlin stench from the air system, or feeding the gremlins chocolate has fixed the problem. Just in case we will keep chocolate available. Jake and Billy of the Ghost Squad hunted down the rest of the gremlins—six in all. The boys are still scrubbing their bodies from gremlin spray. At sim begin, Captain Chirakis will be in the conference room, ready to brief Commander Coleridge, Dr Pavilion, Commander Korjata, Commander Cayne, and Lt Commander Tarisa on the most recent discovery regarding the Alien Alliance.
  3. Conundrum Security's detention area was fairly quiet at 20:00. Only a few officers were on watch, some standing by retaining cells and a few monitoring the corridor. Normally the captain would be in CnC finishing reports and reading dispatches that were required, boring, and had nothing to do with Aegis. This evening she was in the security complex, watching the gremlins play. Since they were docile and inquisitive, all six that had been found on station were in the same holding cell, and all had been given tablets. Extra berthing had been furnished, but apparently a bunk bed was not their style. After extensive pulling and wrapping, they transformed their bunks into nests. Gremlin chatter was a mix of humming, clacking their teeth, moving their lips in various ways, and hand waving. Occasionally, a few examined the force field by touching it—not exactly the best thing to do—or tossing an energy bar at it. One examined it extensively, possibly wondering why he could see through it but could not walk through it. Following Gramil’s directions, they painted pictures of female gremlins, families, homes, night skies, and one starship, which was interesting enough to give Kirel pause. Lt Jeremy Garand, Security’s Interim Chief, walked up next to the Kirel. PADD in hand, he waited for her attention. “They're small, Lieutenant,” Kirel began without turning, "like very young children. They're docile. They scramble easily through hidden parts of the station, much like the Ghost Squad. And, like children, they love chocolate.” Garand chuckled. “Can’t blame them, Captain. Chocolate's my favorite too.” “I see,” she replied, lifting a brow as she glanced in his direction. He shrugged. “It's the same with most humans, ma’am. That’s why the energy bars are locked up. They’re too tempting.” “Of course.” She nodded. “However, I can understand enjoying it, but making it their staple could not possibly be healthy… or so I have heard. They have been offered vegetables, fruits, edible plants, and a few other things, but they are not interested. However,” she mused, “energy bars do furnish nutrients essential for survival.” “True, Captain. And the air is clearing. I’ll bet that the chocolate—or whatever else is in the bar—might have something to do with it.” “Hm…. Possible,” she mused. “Or engineering has found a fix.” “Or that, ma’am.” "You have something for me, Lieutenant?" she asked, turning away from the force field. “Yes, ma’am. Word from Starfleet Intelligence.” He handed her the PADD. As she paged through it, her expression changed from relaxed to concerned. “Well, it seems that they will be our guests for a while. Thanks to Gremil’s sketching, we pinpointed their home world. However, it is inside the nebula ring, and very close to Drakel’a. It would be dangerous for them and for us to attempt....” After a long, contemplative pause she passed the PADD back to Garand, pulled her tablet from its clip and began to page through it. “Lieutenant, has security discovered how these beings came aboard?” “Not so far, ma’am. The last report said they came aboard somewhere on deck 188.” “On a ship? A shuttle? Another means?” She continued to thumb through the tablet. “None of those, as far as the report indicates, ma’am.” “Isn’t that a little odd, Lieutenant?” Having found what she was looking for, she stopped to wait for his answer. He seemed stymied. “I will take that as a yes, Lieutenant. “To get the beings aboard, they could not have used a transporter beam. Therefore, there must have been something and someone to bring them aboard. The someone is what we are looking for. If the beings respond to any of these images we will have much more information.” Holding up her tablet, Kirel approached the force field. The gremlins were absorbed in their play and didn’t seem to notice her standing there until one looked up. Its eyes widened, it poked the others, and they approached the force field. The image of a Terran woman dressed in leather, a sword at her side, bat’leth in hand, and several other weapons draped across her chest seemed to intrigue them. Her expression was challenging, almost deadly. The gremlins were more interested in her face, hair, and clothes. Their heads tilted, they chattered and pointed for a while then looked up at Kirel. She flipped to the image of a massive, threatening male humanoid of mixed species. He was similarly dressed, held different but antagonizing weapons, and his expression was challenging. Again, the gremlins were interested, tilting their heads, chattering, and pointing to various areas of the image. Nothing more. Excitement grew as they waited for the third image. As soon as it appeared, they gasped, backed off, and went into a high-pitched screams. Their screams alerted the officers on watch. Within seconds, a Quick Reaction Force raced down the corridor. By then, the gremlins had huddled together in their nests in silence, some whimpering and shaking, definitely traumatized. Kirel had closed her tablet within seconds of their screams, but it took them a long time to settle down. Garand had backed off and covered his ears. When the noise subsided Kirel turned to the reaction force and ordered them to stand down. The tablet revealed the horrific image of a tall, massive humanoid clad in leather and carrying some of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy, ranging from disruptors and handmade plasma weapons to explosives and assorted caustic acid bombs. Several knives glistened in the ambient light. Kirel sighed and took a deep breath, wishing she had not shown the image, but glad they had furnished the information. Now she had something to go on, as horrendous as it was. “Gentlemen,” she began, flicking open the tablet, “if you are not familiar with this person, you soon will be. His name is Kran Magkor, Ragor Tal’s primary assassin and a master of torture. According to Starfleet Security, his ship is highly advanced, probably furnished by the Alien Alliance. From the gremlins’ reaction, I would say that they are very familiar with him, which means that these small, innocent beings did not wander here, they were either brought here or sent here. They were used. They were ignorant of their purpose, and they will be given sanctuary. “Lieutenant Garand, security is now at condition yellow. If no one has identified the purpose of the metal stored in the storage room on deck 188, the Ordnance Disposal Unit will examine it immediately. Deck 188 is now off limits. Our cover will be that we are refurbishing the area. Everything will be done quietly so we do not begin a riot on the station. Understood?” “Understood,” he replied. I will inform Starfleet Intelligence and Aegis Command. Questions?” “No, ma’am.” “Very well. Ensign Schmidt, inform Dr Pavilion that the gremlins have been traumatized and need attention. If she questions the purpose, send her to me. If nothing else, carry on. I will be in my office.”
  4. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/6/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. USS Toronto is in orbit. USS Calgary will soon take her place. Gremil is producing some very interesting images on his tablet. His friends are in the brig with him. The Ghost Squad will be home-schooled for a while. At sim begin, Captain Chirakis will be in security, wishing she was not. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on Febreezing the air in the CnC :: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, OPS::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere:: Chirakis: ::security, dealing with gremlins, who seem to be very interested in the tablet and are enjoying the chocolate energy bars - not that they need more energy::: Chirakis: ::glaring at Ltjg Brody::: Alexis McFarland: Ugh, what called up the Jefferies Tube and died? Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, occasionally glancing up at Nijil curiously:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Holding her nose, almost in tears.:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds Miana:: You poor thing. Tarisa: ::Finishing up checking on Life Science projects, she exits the lab.:: Chirakis: ::after watching for a while, she has had enough and decides to lean on Dr Pavilion::: +COM+ Dr Pavilion, are you and Dr. Sandero available? mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Yes. Chirakis: ::the air seems to clear a little and she removes her mask::: Annisha: Dad said there is an air issue. Chirakis: +COM+ Report to security. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Wouldn't it be better to recalibrate the environmental controls to do that... automatically? mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ On our way. Dacia Sandero: ::treats some patients with nausea hypos for the bad smells emanating through the station:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Coleridge :; The system needs to learn about this problem. It tries different solutions until it has an effect. mimipavilion: ::goes and looks for Dacia, eventually finds her:: Dacia we're needed in Security. Fletcher Jackson: ::coughs every now and then::: Nijil tr'Korjata: That said, it is not foolproof Chirakis: Garand> ::enters security and heads for the brig::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up:: Okay, let's go. :::hands the hypo to another nurse and follows Mimi:: Chirakis: Lieutenant Garand ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::goes to security via the tl:: Chirakis: Garand> Captain, situation resolved, but it seems that we have a more delicate situation here. Alexis McFarland: Hopefully they fix it soon. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. Annisha: Big station, big problems. Chirakis: ::glances toward him and replies sarcastically::: Really? Do we ? Alexis McFarland: Dacia gave me some medication for the nausea, but I wish she'd gave me a gas mask instead. Alexis McFarland: Hmm... Yes, it seems that way. Chirakis: Garand> ::decides to not respond and takes a padd from Brody::: I understand that the Ghost Squad has found an entrance or two. A team is scouting it now. mimipavilion: ::arrives near security and goes directly there:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Frowns. She is afraid to say anything for fear of throwing up.:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows behind:: mimipavilion: ::arrives in security and about gags:: Tarisa: :;Enters the CnC.:: Dacia Sandero: ::coughs and holds it in:: (q) It's even worse in here. mimipavilion: ::mouths "I know":: Chirakis: ::: Mimi and Dacia as they approach:: Doctors. ::she gives a nod and points to the brig where 5 more have entered. They're very excited, watching Gremil with the tablet, and eating the chocolate energy bars:: Chirakis: The smell should subside soon. They seem to enjoy the chocolate and the stench is less than it was a few minutes ago. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the brig with the weird looking alien creatures::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: That's a relief. Alexis McFarland: Is it just me or does it seem to be getting better? Maybe your dad fixed the air filters? Chirakis: ::sighs as she drops her arms to the side::: Dr Pavilion, I called you down because you have found a means of communication. Since we now have 6 in the one brig cell, Dr Sandero will accompany you. Fletcher Jackson: ::trying not to puke::: Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: mimipavilion: Of course captain. Chirakis: Mr Brody, drop the shield. Chirakis: Brody> Yes, ma'am. ::security guards stand by::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing the latest engineering report, notices a string of glitches in the environmental controls on some of the lower decks, wonders how those decks smell:: mimipavilion: ::goes to the cell carefully:: Dacia Sandero: ::slowly follows Mimi in:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checking all of the environmentals on his padd :: Dacia Sandero: ::tries to emanate a non-threatening aura about her:: Chirakis: Mr. Brody, keep the energy bars handy. ::Hands some to Mimi and Dacia::: Dacia Sandero: ::takes a bar:: Thanks.. mimipavilion: ::takes the energy bars from Chirakis and signs to the gremlins "Hello":: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: walking from sickbay :: Dacia Sandero: ::follows Mimi's lead:: mimipavilion: ::she introduces Dacia as a friend:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks around:: Chirakis: Gremil> ::squeals and jumps up, bouncing around in glee as Mimi enters::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes its excitement seeing Mimi:: Chirakis: Gremil & Others> ::back off at Dacia, mostly because she is different from Mimi::: Alexis McFarland: ::tries to relax a bit:: Yeah, it doesn't seem to smell as bad as before.. but I hope that's not me getting used to it. Chirakis: +Scott+ Commander, might want to put this on screen in case we need the information later. mimipavilion: ::sees that they have backed off Dacia, signs to Gremil "Why are you backing away from Dacia":: Dacia Sandero: ::careful not to do anything to provoke or frighten them:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Still frowning. her ears down.:: Tarisa: ::Goes to her station, begins checking messages.:: Chirakis: +Scott+ Or in case you are bored and would like a distraction. ::sarcastic again::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Affirmative. ::Fletcher:: Pull up the security feed from the brig. Fletcher Jackson: ::tappity tap::: Security feed on main screen, sir. Dacia Sandero: ::probably since they don't know me, she recons:: Fletcher Jackson: Would you like several angles, or is one okay? Scott Coleridge: Just the one should be sufficient. Chirakis: +Scott+ I also value your input regarding this species. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. Chirakis: Gremil> ::approaches Dacia, gives her a sniff, then backs off::: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana, feels bad about her:: Dacia Sandero: ::hope that's a good sign:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Is back up on the CnC :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Gremil and signs "What's wrong?":: Chirakis: Gremil> ::makes a picture of on the tablet that indicates her difference::: Tarisa: ::Looking up at the screen.:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen as well, if she can:: mimipavilion: ::looks at the picture, realizes that the smell is different, signs "She smells different than me":: Fletcher Jackson: ::coughs and goes back to work... kind of::: Chirakis: Gremil> ::nodnodnodnod:: Alexis McFarland: ::Lays down on the ground on her back:: Chirakis: Gremil> ::the others are also skeptical::: Chirakis: ::Mimi and Dacia:: They act like children. Would you agree? mimipavilion: ::smiles and signs "Can I tell you something, the smell coming from all of you is disrupting the function of this station.":: mimipavilion: Yes they do captain. Tarisa: Miana> ::Curls up in a fetal position by Alexis.:: Can...can we go to the smelly store? It would smell better there... Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I'd say so.. kinda like a curious or shy puppy as well I see. Alexis McFarland: The perfume shop? I hope so. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: I think the filters are working, but it's having to do more work than I would like to see. Chirakis: Gremil> ::blinks, tilts his head, then draws "what smell"::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods:: Alexis McFarland: Better than lying here, I think. ::Gets back up again and helps Miana back up:: Tarisa: ::Watching the interactions.:: What interesting beings. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up and follows Alexis.:: Scott Coleridge: ::watching the scene play out with interest:: Chirakis: +Scott+ Commander is there a way to vent the odor from this area without it going into the rest of the station? mimipavilion: ::smirks a bit "Like Dacia smells different, your smell is..." pinches her nose "not good to us" points to herself, Dacia and the others in security:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ We'll work on that, Captain. Fletcher Jackson: ::rerouting vessels and telling them of the contamination:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches as well, but hopes greatly she doesn't set them off:: They also kind of remind me of timid puppies sniffing at a new stranger cautiously. Dacia Sandero: ::albeit very smelly puppies:: Chirakis: ::her arms again:: +Scott+ Much appreciated. Alexis McFarland: ::heads into the perfume shop, which fortunately was still open:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Nijil:: Looks like we need to recalibrate the environmental systems in the brig. Chirakis: Gremil & Others> ::finally approach Dacia, looking, sniffing, and touching her gently as they eat their chocolate::: Alexis McFarland: ::the perfume shop at least masks some of the odour:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to a spinning racks and takes in the smell. She seems a bit relieved.:: Much better. Chirakis: Gremil> :::looks to Mimi and writes "smell is spray":::: Dacia Sandero: ::watches them take the chocolate from her:: A good sign, I hope. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: That's good Miana.. mimipavilion: ::to Gremil "Spray, you mean defensive for you":: Chirakis: Other gremlins> ::excited about the chocolate and take it from Dacia::: Alexis McFarland: It seems she's not in today (the regular store owner, who's name I forgot). Tarisa: Miana> I typically do not like coming in here because the smell is too strong. But it helps today. Chirakis: Gremil> ::tilts his head, then asks "defense is fight"?:: mimipavilion: ::thinks, then signs "Do you remember where you came from before being on the station, like in the down-below and in this room":: Fletcher Jackson: ::Leans back to watch the screen for a while, since most ships are staying away::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm, I can see. But at lot of the perfume smell nice, I think. Chirakis: Gremil> ::Hands Mimi the tablet so he can understand what she is asking::: Dacia Sandero: ::hopes the Gremlins are taking a liking to her:: Alexis McFarland: ::sniffs one of the perfumes that smells like lavender:: mimipavilion: ::takes the tablet and draws a rendering of the station and x's it and draws a planet and some stars with a question mark with the latter two:: Chirakis: Gremlins 2 & 3> touch Dacia, looks up at her like they have decided she is okay::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoys a couple of the fruit scents, since she hasn't been able to eat much since the smell began.:: Scott Coleridge: It's not often we get to make first contact here on Aegis. Annisha: :: Watching Miana and her trouble :: Alexis McFarland: Mm.. ::sniffs one of the sample cards:: Chirakis: Gremil> :::looking at the tablet, he begins to draw his own picture and puts an X in the nebular system::: Chirakis: ::takes a padd from Garand, reads, then nods and passes it back::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the tablet curiously:: mimipavilion: ::sees an x on the nebula:: Ok so not from the nebula. Chirakis: Gremil> ::nom nom nom::: Alexis McFarland: This one smells like a Blubby Burger. mimipavilion: ::signs "Are you from a planet near the nebula?":: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Takes his station :: Chirakis: Gremil> ::does not understand nebula and points to the tablet::: Alexis McFarland: I'll buy this one for Annisha...::keeheehee:: Chirakis: ::texting Scott that security has pinned down their entry point::: mimipavilion: ::draws the same nebula or close to it and signs and points "nebula":: Tarisa: ::Miana> :;Is in better spirits, so she gives a little giggle.:: Scott Coleridge: ::reads the text:: Interesting. Annisha: :: perks up :: Alexis McFarland: ::Does end up buying the lavender scented perfume, the fruit scented one and the Eau de Blubby:: Chirakis: :::to Garand::: And now we have to decide what we should do with them. Alexis McFarland: ::Gives Anisa eau de Blubby and the fruit one to Miana:: There we are. Chirakis: Garand> ::considers that rhetorical::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles, giving Alexis a hug.:: Thank you! Alexis McFarland: ::hugs:: Mm, you're welcome. mimipavilion: ::wonders if he understood:: Dacia Sandero: :::hopes so:: Chirakis: Gremil> :::curious, but still not understanding::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/6/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Commander Korjata, is the air clearing in CnC, meaning can they breathe up there? Nijil tr'Korjata: What scent do we want today? Cherry, vanilla, pine? Chirakis: Normal. Alexis McFarland: Vanilla! Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, TBS to the next day? Scott Coleridge: Sounds good to me Chirakis: Very well. Hopefully everyone will be able to breathe by tomorrow. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: None Chirakis: Comments or Questions from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Question was already answered thanks. Chirakis: ::nod::: Anyone else? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 6 September 2019 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 am) Aegis Local. For the most part, work on the station has run smoothly. USS Toronto is in orbit; her task force is in the area. USS Calgary and task force will arrive soon to take Toronto’s place. Gremil is making progress in communication. His friends have found him and are making the best of it. Unfortunately, their odor leaves quite a bit to be desired. In an effort to help the station, the Ghost Squad is out and about. Jake and Billy were trying to find out how the gremlins sneak into the station, and they had a close encounter of the gremlin kind. The gremlin’s surprise resulted in a skunk-like spray that will stay with them for some time.
  6. Gremil & Company Chirakis Kirel For the last few days, work on the station had run smoothly. Then came the stench: a rancid smell that seemed to grow exponentially, filling the station with the odor of our little gremlin friend, now known as Gremil. The more frightened he became, the more odor he produced. The more relaxed he became, the less odor he produced. A few days ago Dr. Pavilion’s gentle hand—augmented by chocolate—had relaxed him enough to attempt communication. She sat with him for several hours and made exceptional progress not only in communication but in his desire to learn. He was inquisitive by nature. For the most part, his stench had subsided. But now? The stench had become unbearable and the atmospheric scrubber had reached its limit. The captain would have opened the windows if possible, but that’s not exactly a good thing to do in space. Instead she stood by the window, arms crossed, and allowed her mind to wander. Aegis’s fighters shot from the bay in combat formation—some to relieve the watch, and some for maneuvers. In the distance, USS Toronto orbited, ready to defend if necessary. Soon USS Calgary would take her place, giving Kirel the opportunity to visit Captain DeVoll and Commander Wexler for a while. However, she doubted that they would enjoy visiting the station without gas masks. After all, station personnel had resorted to gas masks, and anyone who was due for liberty decided to take it—off station. And that thought broke her mood. She sighed as she returned to her desk, settling in to pull up and page through the latest reports—at least those that mattered. “Captain Chirakis, ma’am?” The voice of Ltjg Brody calling from the brig broke her train of thought—not that it mattered since she hated dealing with reports. Putting aside her tablet to engage the viewscreen, she noticed that he seemed flustered. No, he was flustered. “Yes, Mr Brody?” “We’ve… uh… figured out where the smell is coming from.” There was a long pause. “And?” “It’s coming from down here, ma’am.” Which is what she expected, since no other creature or concoction would produce such a smell. At least, she hoped it wouldn’t. “Is Gremil excited or anxious?” “I’d say so ma’am. Not as much anxious as excited.” Not as much anxious as excited. “Is Doctor Pavilion visiting, or Doctor Davis?” “No ma’am. They haven’t been here for a while.” After a moment of thought accompanied by finger-drumming on her desk, she replied, “Very well,” with a casual gesture. “Lieutenant Garand has a stash of chocolate energy bars in pantry five. That should settle him down.” “Oh, I would, ma’am, except that the lieutenant is dealing with a situation, and we don’t have the code.” The code. Of course. And we coded the stash because it seems to disappear very quickly. Noting the pile of reports that had come across her desk in the last 24 hours, she wondered if leaving them undone would be appropriate, or passing them on to her executive officer. Then she remembered the more pressing issues that Commander Coleridge was dealing with at the moment and decided otherwise. “Give me a few minutes to sort a few things out up here and I’ll be down” “Yes, ma’am. We’ll try to keep them occupied.” And that caught her attention. “Them, Mr Brody?” After a slight pause, he took a deep breath and replied, “Yes, ma’am.” “Just how many are we talking about, Mr Brody? And how in Sto'Vo'Kor did they get in?” She growled, pressing the security alert button on her desk. Brody winced when the alarm sounded and the security complex became a combat zone. “So far we have three, ma’am. And we’re tracking down their entrance, but we...” “I’ll be right down.” * * * * * * * The Ghost Squad was back in business. Jake and Billy—who skipped school today because ‘they didn’t feel good’—were on the hunt, their faces and arms streaked awkwardly with camouflage colors, determined to “save Aegis from the gremlins”. And it was exciting. “Gees, Jake. We shoulda gotten some of those masks, like… you know… gas masks.” Jake tossed Billy a determined look. His eyes narrowed while he listened for any sound in the crawl way below decks. “We’re on a mission, Billy,” he whispered. “We need to find out how they get into the station. I mean... if they can get in to the station, anyone and anything can get in, right?” Billy’s face scrunched and he nodded. “Yeah, I know that. But just the… what is it…?” “Kefiya,” Jake replied with an eyeroll. “I got a larger one called a shemagh, but couldn’t find it in the closet. I think my mom might have thrown it out. She said it smelled.” “Yeah. Okay. Kefiya. Like they use in the desert on underdeveloped planets, right?” Billy’s eyes brightened. “Or when Special Operations needs to look like the natives?” “Yeah,” grinned Jake. “SpecOps, like what we’re doing. Anyway, we’re using 'em ‘cause if we get gas masks, they’ll know we’re not really sick.” “But we aren’t sick, Jake. We coulda grabbed a mask on the way out.” Another eye-roll and Jake continued his crawl. “And deal with El Tee Garand. Right.” Billy sighed and followed along, turning corners and climbing into hatchways toward the storeroom that was once their clubhouse. The closer they got to the storeroom, the more potent the smell, making it almost unbearable. But they pushed on until Jake froze and flung his arm back, pinning Billy to the wall. He put a finger to his lips. They listened. Not far away and around a corner they heard scratches, then mumbling. Inching forward as quietly as they could—which wasn’t very quiet at all—they came to a corner and stopped… just in time for a gremlin to turn it, meet them eye to eye, and give a high-pitched screech and a powerful skunk-like spray that coated the two boys head to toe. The gremlin scampered one way. Jake and Billy scrambled the other way, to the closest hatch, flew it open, and dived through it to the next level, and then the next level, finally coming to a stop they thought would be safe. Jake wiped the sweat from his forehead, smearing his camouflage face paint. Billy wiped it off with the sleeves of his camo uniform. They both leaned against the wall to catch their breath. And of course, since the gremlin sprayed them, they couldn’t smell it… but everyone else definitely would. “Gees, Jake. We gotta tell the El Tee,” said Billy as soon as he could breathe. “Forget the El Tee, Billy. We gotta tell the captain.”
  7. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/30/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Command crew now knows what is going on behind the scenes. USS Toronto is in Aegis orbit, the rest of the Strike Force is in the area. Our gremlin is producing some very interesting images on his tablet. So far everything is moving smoothly. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC at his station:::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical as well:: Chirakis: :::In her office, finalizing sensitive reports::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, drinking tea and catching up on reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sleeping (yeah right) Chirakis: :::leaning back in her chair, she considers a report that she did not expect:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: At rock bottom....of the station :: Chirakis: ::reads through it several times, giving it due consideration::: Scott Coleridge: ::reviews the information shared at the recent briefing, considers what this means in the bigger picture:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns :: mimipavilion: ::is not surprised with the minimal traffic that came through last night:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Catching up on other life science tasks underway in and around the station:: Chirakis: +Coleridge+ Commander, my office if you have a moment. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Acknowledged. Chirakis: :::stands and moves to a classified area, retrieves something, checks it, then secures the area and remains standing::: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves his office and scoots over to Chirakis':: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some patients:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: Is it time? Chirakis: ::As he enters, Kirel hands Scott a message from Starfleet::: Chirakis: Perhaps. Chirakis: I will let you be the judge. Scott Coleridge: ::reads the message, frowns:: I see. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off his station and goes over to Jylliene :: Commander, I am heading to an appointment in medical. Chirakis: Indeed. ::leaning against her desk::: Chirakis: What say you? Jylliene: ::nods to Cayne:: Very well. Tarisa: ::Grabbing a PADD she had on her station.:: Scott Coleridge: I think it's long overdue, personally. Especially given what we're facing now. Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing, making sure that there are no collisions::: Chirakis: Agreed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters the lift :: Medical. Chirakis: ::she reaches to her desk:: +Kital+ Commander, call Dr Pavilion to my office. Jylliene: +Chirakis+ acknowledged. Chirakis: These are trying times, Commander. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops to Dr Pavilion Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters medical :: Doctor? mimipavilion: +Jyl+ This is Dr. Pavilion Jylliene: +Mimi+ The captain would like to see you in her office. mimipavilion: +Jyl+ On my way. Dacia Sandero: Hello? ::hears someone come in:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Doctor... Sandero right? Dacia Sandero: Yes, hello Commander. Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Ops to Captain Chirakis. Doctor Pavilion is on her way. mimipavilion: ::exits her office, waves at Dacia:: I'm meeting with the captain. Chirakis: ::turns toward her office window::: +Jyl+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: All right. Well, I hope you didn't want to meet with Dr Pavillion. mimipavilion: ::goes to the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: Trying times, Commander. ::turns back to face him::: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later and goes to the Chirakis' office and rings the chime:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How good Chirakis: Enter. mimipavilion: ::enters:: You wanted to see me ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: clears throat :: How good are you folks at alterations? Scott Coleridge: ::standing next to Chirakis' desk:: Chirakis: Indeed. Commander Coleridge, proceed. Scott Coleridge: Dr. Pavilion, following the briefing yesterday, you now understand the precarious balance of power in this region? Chirakis: ::her expression is dour::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Alterations? Like changing one's appearance? Tarisa: ::Takes the PADD she had grabbed, and headed for the lift once a replacement crewman arrived.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene:: Coffee, ma'am? :::stands to refresh his cup::: Scott Coleridge: Starfleet Intelligence will be tasking additional resources to this region soon. Captain Chirakis and I have decided that we will need someone with the appropriate clearance and track record to review the daily reports that will be arriving from now on. Jylliene: That would be welcome. Fletcher Jackson: You got it, ma'am. Donut? mimipavilion: ::gets a little suspicious:: Alright? Jylliene: Gladly, if there is one. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Chocolate? Sprinkles? Jelly? Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to Life Sciences level.:: Jylliene: Surprise me. Jylliene: ::grins:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Would you say Dr. Pavilion has sufficient experience, Captain? Has she served on Aegis long enough? Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: You sure about that, ma'am? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Sandero :: I'm thinking something so I can pass a scanner. Jylliene: I am. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: I would say she has more than sufficient experience, Commander. And it's not a matter of time served on Aegis, it is a matter of control, discipline, and focus. Tarisa: ::Enters the Lab.:: Dacia Sandero: Okay. A very good scanner, I imagine? Well, I think it's possible Scott Coleridge: Good point. Chirakis: Although, she does have considerable time served. Jylliene: ::returns attention to the console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to himself :: I feel like Atlas from my daughter's Cultures of the Federation class. Fletcher Jackson: :::chooses her favorite donut, wraps it in a napkin, and fills her cup::: mimipavilion: ::looks between the two:: Chirakis: Proceed, Commander. Scott Coleridge: That being said... the position would take up a lot of time. And we know you're already quite busy as the chief medical officer. Scott Coleridge: So we will be finding another. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I may need some alterations on a genetic level that may be... challenging to undo. Fletcher Jackson: :::steps down ,trying not to spill anything::: Here you go, ma'am. :::sets it down next to her::: Jylliene: Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Jylliene: I appreciate it. Fletcher Jackson: Any time, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: Instead, we've called you here to recognize your long and dedicated service to Aegis by promoting you to the rank of full Commander, with all rights, responsibilities, and perquisites thereof. Dacia Sandero: ::glances at Cayne:: Hmm.. I see. What'd you have in mind? Chirakis: ::Hands him the box::: mimipavilion: ::surprised:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the box, opening it to reveal the solid gold pin:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I don't want something on the friendly side, something on the adversarial side.. :: shakes head :: Something I'll have to practice. Common. Tarisa: :;Walking around the lab, stopping at a few projects that were in progress.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::goes to fill his own mug::: Scott Coleridge: If I may, Doctor? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::removes the black and gold pip and pins on the new gold one:: Congratulations. mimipavilion: Thanks. Dacia Sandero: ::Raises brow:: You mean like a Cardassian, or a Breen? Chirakis: Congratulations, Doctor. And thank you. Starfleet is proud of your service, as are we. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sings softly, in Rihan :: I got the world on a string... Chirakis: ::leads her to the door, it opens, and Kirel steps out next to Mimi::: Attention to Orders. mimipavilion: ::follows and stands :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe a newer foe... Just to let you know, I've been a Cardassian. Chirakis: By the authority vested in my by Starfleet Command, I give you Commander Pavilion. Tarisa: ::Taking interest a project at the end of the table. It was in an incubator.:: Jylliene: ::grins at attention:: Dacia Sandero: Hm. What was that like? Sorry, never mind. Anything particular in mind? I dunno.. Species 8472? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I was very convincing. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. :::to the rest:: As you were. Dacia Sandero: That's nice. I'm sure you were. mimipavilion: ::relaxes:: Jylliene: Congratulations, Commander. ::to Mimi:: mimipavilion: Thanks. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: 8472? :: thinks :: Oh, if you could do that you'd win whatever the Interstellar Nobel prize is Alexis McFarland: :: Eating her breakfast like a good girl...reads the box :: Blubby Blast Cereal... the Blubbiest Dacia Sandero: Hah, I wish. I've never changed anyone's physical appearance before. Alexis McFarland: ::awake and eating a bowl of Kling-O's:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's only part of it.. making me look the part.. .I would have had quite the career if I could shapeshift... oh, can you do that? Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating her breakfast as well.:: Chirakis: :::Scott, just as she turns to enter her office::: Commander... that is a very strange and potent smell. Chirakis: ::slight cough::: Very potent. Dacia Sandero: Err, probably not unless you took lessons from Odo. mimipavilion: ::leaving and hears Chirakis:: Chirakis: Inform engineering that there is a problem with the internal ventilation system. Scott Coleridge: What? ::shifts over and sniffs:: Oh. Oh yes. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to medical:: Fletcher Jackson: ::his headset was on, so he didn't notice anything until he sipped his coffee:: Dacia Sandero: But, I think we have the tech on hand to perform a pretty good guise. I hope Dr. Pavilion is more familiar with this aspect though. I've never done anything like this before myself. mimipavilion: ::arrives back in medical and goes to find Dacia:: Scott Coleridge: If there's nothing else, I'll get back to reports and updating duty rosters. Chirakis: Very well. Carry on. Fletcher Jackson: ::sniffs the cup, puts it aside, then smells the air::: Alexis McFarland: ::reading a note from her parents, that they should be arriving sometime next week. They also have their VIP suite assigned on the station as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working at the bottom of the station :: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Dacia Sandero: Ahh, welcome back. ::sees the new pip on her collar:: Oooh. Congrats! mimipavilion: Thanks. Chirakis: :::remembering the workload Scott has::: Commander Kital, inform engineering that there is a problem with the ventilation system. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Jylliene: +Eng+ Ops to Engineering. mimipavilion: ::looks at Wyatt:: What seems to be the problem? Fletcher Jackson: ::smells like puke, kind of, but maybe worse than puke?::: Scott Coleridge: ::vanishes back to his office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Engineering, err, here Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Looking for a new look doctor... more foe than friend. Jylliene: +Eng+ There seems to be some kind of problem with the ventilation system up here. mimipavilion: Care to explain why you need the new look Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ Let me see... :looks at this padd :: Alexis McFarland: Ooh, our furniture and stuff will arrive and be setup ahead of us.. ::Munches on her cereal:: Chirakis: :::in her office, she ups the scrubber system so she can actually breathe::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ There's a routing issue.. Chirakis: ::sits to contact Starfleet Intelligence::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'm going to override the automatic system and push it to full. You'll all hear a hum from the filtration system. Chirakis: ::relaxes in her chair, wishing she could open the window::: Jylliene: +Eng+ Is it quickly fixable? It's getting rather stagnant - thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Something for the future Doctor. Fletcher Jackson: ::doesn't want any more coffee::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll have to get the environ teams on the case. Fletcher Jackson: ::or donut, or whatever:: Jylliene: +Eng+ The more quickly, the better, before everyone up here gets sick. mimipavilion: Ok, we'll just need to discuss in detail to decide whether or not it's a no go. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I'll prep the auxiliary command center just in case. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/30/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: For those of you who are not familiar with Dr Pavilion, she has been on Aegis for 596 simulations, missing only one when the power went out. Chirakis: You do the math as to the number of years. Chirakis: That said, TBS will be 1 hour. Tarisa: How many gold leaves are cluttering the closet? Chirakis: Too many. Her closet is overflowing. We'll have to get her a new one. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 30 August 2019 23 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.144 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. At the urging of Starfleet Intelligence, Captain Chirakis has revealed classified information to the command crew. According to intelligence reports, The Alien Alliance is taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. They will then assume control of Aegis, use it as a base of operations, and conquer most of the Alpha Quadrant. Border Patrol Strike Forces led by USS Missouri, USS Iowa, USS Toronto, and USS Calgary take turns supplying Aegis with a physical presence and a formidable defense. Aegis’s defense grid has undergone extensive upgrading. Aegis Security is planted throughout the station, watching for signs of infiltration. Our gremlin’s ability to communicate is improving. He has shown no hostility and seems to be very interested in the varied species on Aegis. At sim begin, everything is moving smoothly—a welcome change from the last few weeks.
  9. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/23/2019=/\= 22 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.143 TBS was 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. The crew of Aegean has returned to duty. At sim begin, everyone should be in the conference room waiting for Captain Chirakis to arrive. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::in the conference room, waiting, etc.:: mimipavilion: ::in the conference room:: Chirakis: :::finalizing a few things before entering::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::also in conference room, waiting:: Chirakis: ::stands and leaves her office, accompanied by Lt Garand:: Chirakis: ::As she enters, the captain is exceptionally focused as she approaches the table. Lt Garand is behind her and stops outside the door as it closes.::: Chirakis: ::after taking her seat, she pauses to consider::: Dacia Sandero: ::in the conference room as well:: Chirakis: ::a thoughtful sigh escapes before she begins::: What I am about to tell you is highly classified. What is said in this room will stay in this room. Anything said here will not be discussed outside of this room, even in private. If this information does not remain private, the results could be disastrous to Aegis and to the Federation. Is that clear? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::checks the room for reactions::: Chirakis: Very well. We will proceed. Save your questions until I have finished. Chirakis: To begin, the disappearance of the Breen freed millions of enslaved species. Most are friendly and are looking for lives of peace and prosperity. However, the disappearance of the Breen created a void. Where there is a void, there is someone ready to fill it. Several nefarious groups have stepped forward. Some are still in Breen space, but others have begun to explore the galaxy, especially the Alpha Quadrant. Chirakis: So far we have uncovered several plots, the first being the use of the nebular string that leads from Breen space through the Alpha Quadrant into Allied space. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting :: Chirakis: ::She swivels her chair to face the conference viewscreen. The nebula string is prominent. Several planets, planetoids, and large asteroids are highlighted. Two planets in particular stand out.:: Chirakis: Most aliens within the nebular string are hostile. The planets we know of are highlighted onscreen, the most important being An-Ward and Drakel’a. Most of you are familiar with An-Ward. As for Drakel’a, it has always been a way-station for organized crime, but their most recent growth points to the Alien Alliance. Other highlighted planetoids and asteroids have bases that point to the Alien Alliance. And... as you will notice... form a circle within the nebular string. Chirakis: ::the screen zooms out to reveal Aegis's position, which is close to the nebular string:: Chirakis: Most of the Joint Allied Power’s command centers are inside that circle. Aegis is just outside it. We believe that their plan is to take over the station and use it as their command center to conquer the Federation and Joint Allied Powers. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Chirakis: ::she pauses to allow that to sink in::: mimipavilion: ::nose flares a bit:: Dacia Sandero: ::rubs chin:: Jylliene: ::is not terribly thrilled with this news:: Chirakis: Yes, we may be in great danger. However, we do have task forces and other means to protect ourselves. Chirakis: Given this information, you should understand why it may not be spoken of outside this room. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listening :: Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Commander Cayne, have you anything to add? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What is even more disturbing is our lack of true intelligence within that circle. Chirakis: Explain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Federation personnel are harder to place in places of interest. Chirakis: :::thinking of his encounters on Drakel'a::: Chirakis: True. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Humans are rather rare in their space and we can be easy to spot. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It might take some doing to get inside their space Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I've done some of this before, but... this would be different Cdr Wyatt Cayne: For now we are securing the station, increasing our patrols along the perimeter and beyond., Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: walks :: Keeping this from the station at large will be...difficult. Chirakis: Indeed. That is why only a few have been given clearance. Chirakis: However.... Chirakis: We also suspect that there are a few on the station who are tampering with equipment... testing the waters, as Terrans say. Chirakis: Security and Engineering are on top of that. Chirakis: ::slight wave of her hand::: Anything else? Dacia Sandero: ::glances around the room:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Other than I am looking into more drastic methods of gathering intel, no. Chirakis: ::she nods:: Thank you, Commander. ::she turns to Lt Dran:: Lieutenant, have you information concerning the star you were investigating? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gives Jylliene a look :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Testing is still underway. Of the matter that I believe concerns this meeting, it is a little harder to answer. Chirakis: Perhaps I should rephrase... Tae'Lynn Dran: We have not determined if the pulses from the star are completely natural or not. Tae'Lynn Dran: But, all evidence shows that it has been underway for sometime. If it is not natural then it was started very, very long ago. Chirakis: :::she nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Anything beyond that at this point it speculation. Chirakis: Understood. Chirakis: ::then she turns to the rest of the crew::: Questions? Nijil tr'Korjata: We should have plans in place if things go...badly. People off the station. Chirakis: ::tr’Korjata:: Agreed. And Security is tasked with that, Commander Korjata. If you have any ideas, voice them, and if they work, we will implement them. Chirakis: Also, each family should prepare. However, if done station wide it will be called a simple security test and nothing else. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: mimipavilion: Does the visitor in security have anything to do with the Alliance? Chirakis: Dr Pavilion, we do not know if the visitor in security has anything to do with the Alliance. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::listens and nods:: Chirakis: However, considering your medical complex, you are always prepared for attacks. I suggest you continue your training as usual. Chirakis: :::Dacia:: Questions? Concerns? mimipavilion: Of course Dacia Sandero: Not at this time, that hadn't already been answered Chirakis: ::nods and turns to Jylliene:: Commander Kital? Jylliene: None, ma'am Chirakis: ::looks around the room::: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well. All of you have been given the highest security clearance to be read in on this information. Therefore, I repeat.... If this information does not remain private, the results could be disastrous to Aegis and to the Federation. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Has a thought regarding Annisha... :: Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Return to your duties as though we had an ordinary meeting. Guard your expressions. Chirakis: +Garand+ Release the door. Chirakis: ::the door is released so anyone can leave... or stay if needed::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands and moves for the exit:: Chirakis: ::she stands:: Commander Cayne, you have the con. Jylliene: ::rises, returns to her station in the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::ponders everything that was said though as she returns back to the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::stands and leaves:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the science station and checks the latest reports:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading something on his PADD :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to Jy's station :: mimipavilion: ::goes back to medical:: Chirakis: ::exits, keeping a close watch on command's reactions::: Jylliene: ::glances up to Nijil:: Yes? Fletcher Jackson: ::doing his thing::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::clears several experiments for stage 3 testing:: Chirakis: :::wandering through those in CnC::: Chirakis: ::not her normal pace, just an easy wander:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I had a thought... Annisha and I are playing a game of galactic conquest... perhaps if I model the game to our current situation it could provide some insight to tactics we have not thought of...she'd play the villain of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: ::: Has the con :: Chirakis: :::she wanders by Commander Korjata::: Commander... a word. In my office. Jylliene: ::is somewhat glad Chirakis did that. Wasn't sure HOW to answer that, as she figured Annisha would pick up on something:: Fletcher Jackson: ::glances over as the commander says that, then glances at the captain before going back to work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to her office :: Chirakis: ::enters her office behind him, closing the door::: Commander.... have a seat. :::sits at her desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Chirakis: Commander.... I understand your concern for your family. We all have those concerns. However, you must guard your words and your expressions. Your daughter is very cognizant. Only two words and you would have to explain when she asks, "What current situation." Not that you would say that, but it might just slip out. Chirakis: Guard your words. Nijil tr'Korjata: Did I say I would say that to her? Chirakis: You did not. However, in CnC, in the presence of other officers, you said it Chirakis: If not now, they soon would wonder what you meant when you asked your bondmate about "the current situation." Nijil tr'Korjata: Fine Captain. Chirakis: Two words. That's all it takes. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think it takes far less than that. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Very well. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/23/19 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Now we have something to really chew on. TBS will be until the next day in the morning. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Nijil tr'Korjata: We can't chew on it though, au said not to say anything Chirakis: Indeed I did. Chirakis: Chewing on it and saying is could be the same, I agree. Again, wording. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well. Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 23 August 2019 22 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.143 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. After several days of rest and recuperation, most of the crew has returned to duty. Science continues to examine their lab results. Medical is completing their records. Engineering and security are keeping a close eye on equipment malfunctions. The captain has called the crew (everyone) to the conference room to reveal a classified situation regarding the Alien Alliance, its threat to the Joint Allied Powers in general and Aegis in particular.
  11. As the 25th season begins, Aegis finds itself preparing for war. With the disappearance of the Breen, freedom has come to those who were held captive as slaves for several generations. They began to explore new worlds, many of which were in Joint Allied Space. Some settled peacefully and were welcomed inside and outside of Joint Allied Space. Others that preferred dominance over peaceful existence formed the Alien Alliance that used a nebula string to move freely into and out of Joint Allied Space. The Federation and Joint Allied Powers soon realized the aliens' thirst for conquest and began to prepare for war. As Captain Kelley of USS Iowa explained, "The Alien Alliance is not only establishing itself throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. 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.”
  12. On the 18th of August in the year 1985, Starbase Aegis was born. Then located in the Canar System, it has since undergone two incarnations: Deep Space Aegis, and the present Sky Harbor Aegis. The station and its crew have endured the Dominion, the Klingon, and the Cardassian Wars, plus countless other threats from within and outside the bounds of Federation space and that of the Joint Allied Powers. The Breen have disappeared, a byproduct of their experimentation with subspace travel. However when one oppressive tyrant is destroyed, another is always ready to take its place. As we open Season 25, the date is 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142. Sky Harbor Aegis is a new station. The old one has been removed for scrap. She is now a strategic base that stands watch between known and unknown space. Several species who were former slaves of the Breen are now free and have formed what we know as the Alien Alliance. Led by a powerful group whose resources and abilities have yet to be revealed, the Alien Alliance is building bases on asteroids and planetoids within a string of nebulae that allows them stealth passage from their space to that of the Joint Allied Powers. Presently, their aim is to form a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers, take over Aegis, and use it as a staging ground to conquer the Federation and the Joint Allied Powers. Happy Birthday, Aegis. Q'plah!
  13. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/16/19 - 10:07 PM=/\= 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS was 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. The crew is finally settling down to a normal routine. Families have been reunited. Aegean is undergoing repairs at the shipyard. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, after lunch, trying not to burp::: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::having lunch with her friends probably:: Chirakis: :::Medical Complex, checking the status of Aegean's personnel::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::makes a quick note in her journal:: Chirakis: :::Dacia:: How long before they can return to duty, Doctor? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::checking that her padd has the latest results then exits the lab:: Fletcher Jackson: (w) ::Jyl:: Ma'am... next time I say I'm going for pizza, please hit me on the head with a bat'leth. Jylliene: ::ensuring supplies have gone through for repairs and the like for Aegean:: Jylliene: If you wish. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: The majority of the crew have been cleared to return to light duty, there is still some that suffered more severe radiation poisoning on Aegean, but they are recovering nicely and should return for duty in the coming days. Fletcher Jackson: ::settles in to complete his work::: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Chirakis: ::Dacia:: And you, Doctor. How are you doing? Jylliene: ::starts searching inventory records for bat'leths:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stifles a burp:: Jylliene: You know, I imagine medical would have a quick something you could take. Dacia Sandero: Me? I didn't seem to have sustained too much radiation since I was mostly in the sickbay. I am on light duty for the next few days. Fletcher Jackson: ::takes over for incoming vessels:: Alexis McFarland: ::returning back to school after lunch at Blubby's. During the TBS, she was deemed to have been fully recovered from her injuries and is now free of her cast and hoverchair and is walking on her own two feet again:: Chirakis: :::she nods to Dacia, her expression glad that there was less damage than expected:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, the shields held up enough until we were rescued. Fletcher Jackson: ::finally the commander's comment computes in his brain::he opens his mouth, then closes it, really not wanting to ask::: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: :::finds one listed in storage for general practice/use, sends in a request to the storage area:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC:: Jylliene: ::not because she's really considering using it on Jackson, but rather, just as something new to do - martial arts using the weapon:: Chirakis: ::Dacia:: Um.... Romulan construction is well beyond some of our vessels. I am thankful that they were aboard Aegean. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::accessing the science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, same here. Annisha: :: At boring old school :: Chirakis: ::shakes off her concern::: If you will excuse me, Doctor. I have a few things to attend to. Keep me apprised. Alexis McFarland: ::next to Annisha and Miana, getting out her note PADD:: Dacia Sandero: Of course, will do. ::smiles:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC, moving to her station.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working :: Chirakis: ::exits into the command lift::: CnC Tae'Lynn Dran: :::cross referencing medical reports to lab results:: Chirakis: ::exits, pausing for threat assessment::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting with Alexis and Annisha. She's finally free of her sling.:: mimipavilion: ::going over the early afternoon reports that are on her desk:: Fletcher Jackson: ::checking documents as they scroll his screen::: Chirakis: ::steps in::: Commander Kital, report. Chirakis: ::moves to the OPs station::: Jylliene: Situation as it has been - stable. Fletcher Jackson: ::small burp that smells like pizza::: Jylliene: No changes to incoming or outgoing. Chirakis: Excell...ent. :::turns to Jackson:: Jylliene: No reports of any unusual issues or activities from any of the departments. Jylliene: ::nearly none, anyhow, except for Jackson's current gastrointestinal status:: Annisha: :: to her friends :: What class is next? Chirakis: ::watching Jackson:: Very quiet, then. At least we have a few hours to relax. Fletcher Jackson: ::sips water, hoping that will work::: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Cayne::: Commander, report. Alexis McFarland: Mmm... ::checks her schedule:: PhysEd, I think. Chirakis: ::also notices Tarisa::: Alexis McFarland: (or was it called gym in America?) Jylliene: (Both.) mimipavilion: (::points up at Jylliene's comment::) Alexis McFarland: (Ah ok, Same here) Annisha: More like kicking your butt. :: Playfuly punches Alexis :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Casually looking at this display :: Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's report::: Alexis McFarland: Hehe.. hopefully not too much.' Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Oh, nothing on long range or short range sensors. The area of the star is rather quiet. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up, swivels his chair, and blinks, then shakes it off:: Chirakis: Would you say "too quiet"? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shrugs :: I think a bit, but these things happen in waves. Chirakis: :::something catches her eye as it floats above the commerce deck::: Alexis McFarland: I only just got out of my hover chair. Jylliene: ::would most definitely not say too quiet, because though she never was superstitious growing up, being on Aegis has definitely added a few:: Tarisa: ::Checking recent sensor logs, before looking over reports.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checking internal sensors :: What is this.... Tarisa: Miana> I can not wait. ::Loves PE.:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm me too, now that I'm out of my hover chair. Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne as she enters her codes to access the screen::: Something wrong Commander? Tarisa: ::Perks up as she thought she saw something:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checks the computer :: Says it's crepe paper? Alexis McFarland: I think we're doing dodgeball or something. Chirakis: ::stops::: Crepe paper? I am not familiar with that. Chirakis: :::checks her screen and begins to page through::: mimipavilion: ::hates receiving medical reviews and related and makes a separate pile for that:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: This paper is floating up from the Commerce level... multiple colors. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there some celebration going on? Chirakis: ::looks out the window::: Probably a wedding or a birthday? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know of none scheduled. Chirakis: ::continues to read through her most recent::: Annisha: Dodgeball? Another Earth game.... Chirakis: Hm.... this might be the answer.... Alexis McFarland: Mmm. But I'm not too sure, Chirakis: From Admiral Morris.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Nij here, how about a nice dinner, just the two of us. Chirakis: To the crew of Sky Harbor Aegis Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Morris? Chirakis: A Proclamation celebrating the end of the 24th Year and the beginning of the 25th Year of service to Starfleet and the Joint Allied powers by securing the borders, exploration, and going where no one has gone before. Signed: Admiral Reginald Morris, Starfleet Command Tarisa: Miana> Oh. That is the game I am good at. The boys hate playing it with me. Jylliene: +Nijil+Sounds appealing. Chirakis: ::looks up to Cayne, blanks her screen and moves to the commerce deck window::: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, you're really good at it Miana. Chirakis: Well, now... It is a celebration. At the center is a one deck high cake of Aegis? Alexis McFarland: (oooh!) Fletcher Jackson: ::blink:: Cake? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sounds like a lot of clean :: sees her leave, follows :: Jylliene: That explains those requisitions. Chirakis: And we are to attend. Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: Jylliene: ::glances at Jackson:: Might make sure you take it easy on the cake. I don't yet have the bat'leth to otherwise dissuade you. Chirakis: So.. clip your screens to your PADDS, set them to alert mode in case there is one, and attend. ::nods to the crew::: Fletcher Jackson: ::yl:: Commander, I think I'll have to take it to my quarters for later. No way could I eat anything more. Chirakis: ::chuckles at Jackson's comment::: I should make you eat it, Ensign. Fletcher Jackson: ::swallows hard::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ You sound appealing...I, err. I'll make arrangements. Alexis McFarland: Mm? ::Looks at Miana:: Chirakis: ::smiles as she turns to enter the lift:: All crew are to attend. You heard the admiral. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sniffs the air as her ears twitch.:: I hear something. A celebration. I smell sweets too! Fletcher Jackson: :::groan::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm. They did close off a portion of the commerce section didn't they? I wonder if that has anything to do with it. Tarisa: ::Puzzled at first, but chooses not to question. She goes to the lift.:: Chirakis: Action> All Starfleet personnel head to the commerce deck. Civilians only if they are part of a Starfleet family. Annisha: Au hear something? Tarisa: Miana> I want to see. Jylliene: ::to Jackson:: You'll be fine. ::heads there:: Dacia Sandero: ::get the announcement to head to the commerce deck:: Something going on down there? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, me too, Alexis McFarland: What did you hear Annisha? mimipavilion: ::gets the announcement as well and heads to the commerce deck:: Not sure? Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets a beep on her tablet.:: Oooo.. Jylliene: +Nijil+ On your way to the event? Dacia Sandero: ::reads about it on her PADD:: Ooh. Annisha: Na, it's Miana's hearing.. I mean my hearing is good. :: points at pointy ears :: But I did not hear that noise? My birthday is not today, so what gives? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ What? What event? Tarisa: Miana> I think we can go too. ::Shows the tablet.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Gets it too:: It's something to do with the station. It's birthday? We're invited since we have family in Starfleet. Annisha: Just like someone, get us all in one place... Jylliene: ::forwards the info with the command to attend:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: ::gets another beep:: Dacia already said to meet her down there. Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's cake. Dacia Sandero: ::heads down to the commerce deck:: Jylliene: +Annisha+ Meet your father and I when you reach the commerce deck. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Lets go. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishes as she gets excited.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I have been so involved in my work.. I'm in an empty tube working on a project. Alexis McFarland: ::the students get dismissed by the teacher and they make their way to the commerce section:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Orders from the admiral. Jylliene: ::arrives:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sees the giant cake as the get close to the party.:: Wow.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Admiral who? There are so many. Tarisa: ::Was already there, mingling.:: Dacia Sandero: ::arrives shortly after and stands next to Jyliene:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Admiral Morris. Come on. Chirakis: ::making her way through the crowd, enjoying their presence::: Chirakis: :::amazed at the food they have spread out::: Dacia Sandero: ::to Jylliene:: I figured if Annisha was going to meet you here, Alexis wouldn't be too far away. ::her gaze turns to the impressive cake station:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ There's food and cake. Alexis McFarland: ::Looks at the cake station as well:: Wow! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets his things together :: Ugh.. +Nei'rrh shuttle+ Transport me from my location next to Commander Kital. Shuttle Computer: Understood, energizing.... Jylliene: ::nods to Dacia and grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Nijil appear out of nowhere:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rematerializes next to Jy :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the wall of people.:: So many... Jylliene: About time. ::chuckles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good, the shuttle did not misplace me. Alexis McFarland: Yeah.. no wonder they need a cake so big Nijil tr'Korjata: My feet are tired, and I can't see straight. Jylliene: ::rubs his back:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Tarisa: Miana> I smell familiar people though. Alexis McFarland: ::looks for Dacia in the crowds, connects with her telepathically:: Ahh, she's next to your parents Annisha. mimipavilion: ::walking through the commerce level:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I guess they're all here. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's my feet, but not here... So what is this about again? Chirakis: :::though she does not really enjoy such food, she accepts a very small sample, nods thanks, then moves on::: Alexis McFarland: I'm sure Tarisa's around here somewhere too. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: I can smell her too. Jylliene: An anniversary, you might say. Jylliene: ::indicates the writing on the big cake:: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head a moment, as she catches something. Walks casually through the crowd.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sees Dacia and Annisha's parents and heads their way:: Chirakis: ::::moves to the edge of the crowd and ponders the 24 years:::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's been a year for us already? Chirakis really goes all out. Jylliene: ::glances at Nijil,:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wanders through, taking a little here and a little there, boxing them up for tomorrow:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis, till she stops when someone puts a hand on her head.:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she pats Miana's head.:: Alexis McFarland: ::stops next to Dacia and still near Miana and Tarisa:: Tarisa: Miana> Neemah! ::Hugs.:: Dacia Sandero: ::pets Alexis' head as well:: Chirakis: (Let us hope that Miana's hands are clean) Alexis McFarland: Mmm, neemah! Keeheehee.. Chirakis: (Not covered with cake, that is) Tarisa: ((hehe she hasn't got that far yet.)) Annisha: :: Looks up at Tarisa :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/16/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then.... Chirakis: I suppose that was a surprise for everyone. Chirakis: And it is true. On the 18th of August, 24 years ago, Aegis was christened. Chirakis: We are now on the edge of the 25th Season. Chirakis: Some of us were there, and some of us were not. I do believe, though, that it is one of the best sims, and that we have one of the best crews. Thank you all. Chirakis: So... TBS will be another 24 hours, making it the afternoon of the next day. Chirakis: Hopefully you will not be so full that you cannot move. Chirakis: Anyway, questions or comments? Dacia Sandero: Can we take home leftovers? Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: Mr Jackson is so full that he has to save his for later. Fletcher Jackson: ::cough:: Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Thank you for being the best crew I have ever had. Chirakis: And with that... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 16 August 2019 21 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.142 TBS is 29 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local Well into the second day of recovery from Aegean's near disaster, the crew is settling down to a normal routine. Aegean has been taken to the shipyard for repairs. Medical is tending to crew members who became ill from radiation and/or anxiety. Science is examining examining the samples of stellar radiation from the rogue star, and families have been reunited. In short, it has been a quiet day.
  15. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 8/9/19 =/\= 20 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.141 TBS was 24 hours. The time is 0700 (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The command crew of Aegean has been cleared for LIGHT duty. Reports to Commander Coleridge should be in. Test samples from the star are in the science lab. Those entering the lab must be geared up for radiation. Dr Pavilion has succeeded in conversing with our gremlin. Evidence of alien incursion has been found below decks. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC, in her office::: Chirakis: ::the door is open::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay, sipping a cup of tea:: mimipavilion: ::in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, Aux OPS::: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is still in his quarters, eating with Annisha :: Chirakis: ::sends a quick message to SF Command:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::begins assigning samples to various research tasks:: Chirakis: ::blanks the screen, exits her office and goes straight to the coffee::: Annisha: Father, au have been quiet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Ie. Decompressing from a mission can take some time...but the backlog of station issues weighs on me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking into the CnC, coffee in hand :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jylliene::: Great to have everyone back home, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::feels recharged after taking yesterday off and spending the day with Alexis:: Jylliene: ::the scent of coffee begins to fill the CnC:: Jylliene: It is. ::smiles in agreement to Jackson:: Chirakis: :::spots Cayne:: Commander... when you have a moment. ::points her cup toward her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the assigning.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain... :: heads towards her office :: Jylliene: As close to calm normalcy as we get, I think. Tarisa: ::Enters Life Sciences. Walks over to Dran.:: I am glad to see you are doing well. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, still taking it slowly today:: Dacia Sandero: ::had already submitted her reports in :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you. Chirakis: :::settles behind her desk, the door closes behind Cayne and she regards him a bit before asking::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters her office :: Morning. Tarisa: ::Tail swishes as she becomes curious.:: How are your projects? Chirakis: ::nod::: One word, Commander. Drakel'a. Tae'Lynn Dran: Just getting started actually. Tae'Lynn Dran: We managed to expose a number of samples to both the radiation and damping pulse. Jylliene: Annisha definitely seemed more settled last night with her father home. Understandably. Chirakis: Tell me all you know. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Oh? Did you have good results? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinks :: Great, can't say I miss it. Chirakis: ::rocks back, relaxing in her chair::: I'm sure you don't. Tae'Lynn Dran: I would say so. I answered my main question and came up with about 5 or 6 new questions. About as good as it gets for a scientist. Jylliene: ((Yup, that's pretty much how it works.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are we visiting again? Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: I would be worried otherwise. Fletcher Jackson: Can't imagine what that would be like, wondering where your father is. Glad she's relaxing. Chirakis: Somehow, Commander, I don't believe that would be a good move. :::taps her desk and two images of the inhabited area show::: Annisha: :: Eats :: Jylliene: ::nods:: Tarisa: You will be happy to know I did speak to Captain Chirakis about your concerns after you left for the mission. She understood the situation. Chirakis: ::swivels her chair:: On the left is Drakel'a when you left. On the right is the planet as it is now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, perhaps I can arrange a visit today. Annisha: Visit? Tae'Lynn Dran: I do appreciate that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's quite a jump in activity. :: Looks :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: When you are ready, you can present your findings to her, and anything you wish to be locked down. Dacia Sandero: ::trying to take it easy today only doing light work for now, though she does want to assess Alexis and Miana later today and see if they're fully healed from their injuries:: Scott Coleridge: ::doing a light workout, trying to get himself back into the headspace appropriate for managing the station instead of dealing with a crisis:: Chirakis: As you can see, there are new buildings, a large space port, and Starships.... more than one can count. Tae'Lynn Dran: Right now my focus is on how the pulse was eliminated the radiation. This could completely change decon methods. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hold on. +Jy+ Nijil here, is the CnC busy? I was wondering if a little person could get a tour, if nothing so I don't have to keep answering questions. Dacia Sandero: Maybe I'll have to pull them out of school later. ::makes a note to herself:: Chirakis: Do you recognize any of the ships? Fletcher Jackson: ::grins::: (w) Not much going on, ma'am. Jylliene: ::looks around, nods to Jackson:: +Nijil+ Not busy at the moment, no. She may certainly come have a peek. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They look like something I've seen before, but I don't know the owners. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ On our way. Annisha: :: Jumps up and down a bit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up and heads for the door, Annisha in hand :: Tarisa: I see. That could be quite useful. Chirakis: Nor do we. Several operatives are taking a look. Nothing yet, but it seems that they are a major base for the Alien Alliance. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both he and Annisha enter the lift :: CnC deck Chirakis: If something comes up, I will be asking you even more questions, Commander. ::blanks the screen:: If anything comes to mind, let me know. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I can look at some ship records if that will help. Scott Coleridge: ::finishes his workout and downs some water before hitting the sonic shower:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lift moves :: Chirakis: Of course. And in the meantime, relax and enjoy the quiet for a while. Tae'Lynn Dran: Control samples are under surveillance. Best to know if there are any adverse effects that might crop up later. Alexis McFarland: ::would be kind of jealous if she were awake:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like that will last.... :: lifts up his cup and turns to the door :: Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Quiet seldom lasts. Tae'Lynn Dran: Then we'll expose set 1 to various levels of additional radiation to see if there's any continued protection. Chirakis: ::exits with Cayne::: mimipavilion: ::sighs at the reports she's going over:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Arrives at the CnC deck with Annisha in hand :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Depending on those results I may alter some of the further testing. Chirakis: ::hoping the doctor has rested as ordered::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Anything you think we should also be looking for? Annisha: :: The door opens, the smallest on the deck Rihan looks all about, taking it all in :: Chirakis: ::she turns to see Annisha and Nijil enter::: Do I see my future captain? Scott Coleridge: ::gets dressed in a fresh uniform and leaves his quarters:: Annisha: Empress... Tarisa: I think you have it well covered. If you need anything further, please let me know. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nudges Annisha :: Chirakis: ::stops::: Oh. It's an empress now? Tae'Lynn Dran: I will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au have been playing Galactic Risk too much. Chirakis: And what would her name be? Empress....? Jylliene: ::grins:: Chirakis: ::surprisingly relaxed::: Annisha: Good followers are hard to find. :: Leading her father on their tour :: Tarisa: I still have to look over what sensor logs exist from the Aegean and Regulus. Tae'Lynn Dran: With the power issues I'm afraid they're not as complete as we'd hoped. I did download all tricorder data. Tarisa: That should help some. Annisha: :: Turns to her father :: Where's engineering? :: Looks :: mimipavilion: ::hates taking a day off, just means several piles of PADDs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Points :: There Jylliene: ::watches them:: Annisha: :: Waves then salutes at her mom :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Stares down the little on :: Chirakis: (important phone call - afk) Scott Coleridge: ((This is our chance! Implement the plan!)) Scott Coleridge: ::er, I mean, taking the TL to the CnC and definitely not fomenting an uprising:: Annisha: :: Goes up to Cayne :: I'm not afraid of au. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks down at her :: I know., Annisha: Au stare at this all day? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not all day, but enough. Annisha: :: Looks at his display :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What do you see? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the timetables:: Alexis McFarland: (numbers!) Annisha: Dead people. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What? Jylliene: ::glances at Annisha:: Annisha: Na, I see Aegis in the middle of this big thing. :: points :: There's where the ships are fixed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::rather pleased:: This should work nicely. Tarisa: ::Smiles as she starts to head for the exit.:: I will let you get to it. I can not wait to see results. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to the department status board to see what ever projects are underway:: Scott Coleridge: ::enter the CnC:: Annisha: Looks like my game.. the one where my father is losing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stands behind here :: I am not. I still control Earth, Andor and Vulcan. Annisha: Not for long old man. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Cayne :: Au want a little girl? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: puts up his hands :: I will have to decline. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::opens her journal and updates :: Scott Coleridge: ::sees the situation on the CnC and chuckles:: Tarisa: ::Takes a TL.:: Chirakis: ::turns as Scott enters::: Welcome back, Commander. Chirakis: ::watching him carefully::: Chirakis: Yes, we have a budding captain, Empress, and several other things. Annisha: Are au looking for something :: thinks :: Commander? Scott Coleridge: Thank you. Scott Coleridge: ::Annisha:: I live only to serve, Empress. Jylliene: ::Figures it's good to have goals, just tends to wonder about Annisha's sometimes:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on CnC.:: Annisha: :: looks :: There may be hope for au yet. Annisha: Au should have the computer do it for au. I have the replicator do it for me all of the time. Tarisa: ::Notices a visitor.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a station and begins typing reports to the other science departments:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jyl:: Fresh coffee, ma'am? Jylliene: That'd be appreciated, thank you. Scott Coleridge: Yes, but even replicators need people to fix them when they break down. Fletcher Jackson: :::takes his mug in hand::: Yes, ma'am. ::takes her mug as well::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll get right on it. Fletcher Jackson: ::returns with her mug and her favorite donut and sets it next to her console::: Enjoy, ma'am. ::coffee, no donut:: Annisha: :: Goes up to mom, strike that, Commander Kital :: So... :: looks up at her :: Jylliene: Thank you ::grins to Jackson:: Jylliene: Yes? ::to Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Smiles as she walks over to her station.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::resumes his traffic cop duty::: Annisha: :: to Jy :: How far can this thing talk to people? Jylliene: This far.. ::pulls up a map on the display, indicates the general radius of communications:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Chirakis:: I'm guessing you've already reviewed my report. Scott Coleridge: ::has long theorized Chirakis is actually 3 clones who trade off sleep:: Chirakis: I have, Commander. Very interesting information regarding the star. Chirakis: ::has actually slept this time::: Annisha: Pulsars... ever think of them? mimipavilion: ::to herself:: Finally!! Jylliene: What about them? mimipavilion: ::is glad to be done with the reports:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Lieutenant Dran asked me if I would consider the mission a "success" despite what happened, and I pointed out that we had gathered plenty of data, even if we hadn't intended to do it this way. Alexis McFarland: (quasars!) Annisha: I have been learning about them in science class. Maybe... hmm. Jylliene: ::a bit concerned:: Chirakis: Commander...I would call it a success that you all returned. Chirakis: The data is important, of course. You and your crew are much more important. Scott Coleridge: I agree. Annisha: I could call home, my former home, but with a delay. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 8/9/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Very relaxing. Another day, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Maybe a bit more than that Scott Coleridge: So it's not 8 am Chirakis: So, a day and a half? Noon? Scott Coleridge: I think that would work Chirakis: Very well. Noon of the next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew or from the crew? Chirakis: seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.