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Chirakis

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  1. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 4/3/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were in the medical complex have been released & returned to duty. The stealth alien ship has been destroyed. Task Force Missouri will remain in the vicinity. The science vessel USS Chi Song is missing. Command personnel remain vigilant, especially regarding Ragor Tal. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, her office::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay as well:: mimipavilion: ::checks to see if the new ensign has came by yet:: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes in her room, playing with her toys:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::in her office in the medical complex:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters sickbay figuring she should check in :: mimipavilion: ::notes that she hasn't yet, then hears the doors:: mimipavilion: ::goes to the ensign:: Hello. Sierra Robinson: :: looks around and notes the Doctor approaching :: Hello I am Ensign Robinson. Here to Check in. :: smiles :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks by the medical facility, making rounds to the hot spots on the station :: mimipavilion: ::Sierra:: I'm Cmdr. Pavilion, the CMO of Aegis. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: With his PADD in hand he enters :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks more of his water :: Sierra Robinson: Pleased to meet you. :: offers a PADD :: Here is my academy medical file. Figure it might be useful. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears her voice, keeps working :: Scott Coleridge: ::also on CnC, finishing off work before going off duty:: mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Please take a seat. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: This day had been trying, finding delegating people to tasks more difficult than doing the task :: Sierra Robinson: This sickbay is...big. :: follows and sits :: Chirakis: :::flicking her dagger perfectly into a section of the wall, then retrieving it::: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a few things she needed from the sickbay and heads out, since she's off-shift:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course. ::begins scan:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Msg to Jy+ We have a new ensign in the department, thought she would like to have dinner? Thoughts? Too tired? -Nij Tarisa: ::On CnC, at the SCI console, taking a few notes with her PADD.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Reading in her room.:: Sierra Robinson: I don't think there is anything unusual to inform you about. Alexis McFarland: ::Eating some cheese cake for dessert:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks around, scanning and taking notes :: Jylliene: +msg to Nijil+ Sounds good Dacia Sandero: ::but stops to watch Mimi:: Sierra Robinson: I have some allergies I learned about at the academy. Uhm...mainly types of pollen. Annisha: :: At her home waiting for any of them to arrive. Checks the door camera...nothin' :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she is in her office, finishing up reports, which are many considering the past few days::: Sierra Robinson: Had to take some...antihistamines during the spring. No Injuries... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks by a door with the name "Amanda Davis PhD" on it :: Oh my. Chirakis: ::cleaning off the dagger, she slips it into her boot and exits the office::: Sierra Robinson: And...:: looks to the Doctor :: My age on file is correct...I am not 16 years old.... Chirakis: ::then begins to wander, somewhat aimlessly, on CnC::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up as Chirakis wanders:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Scans the doctor's door :: Tarisa: :;Also takes note of the wandering.:: Chirakis: ::her thoughts are obviously elsewhere::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is it hot in here? :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Probably should avoid the arboretum ::nods:: I understand that Ensign. Jylliene: ::focuses:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: Any time now.... ugh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his reflection in the PADD, sighs :: Sierra Robinson: Sorry ..the running joke at the academy Pubs...was that I was most likely to be asked for Identification. Nijil tr'Korjata: So short... mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan:: Alright Ensign. You're finished here. Sierra Robinson: Any Advice Doctor for a new arrival here? Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::in security, relaxed, monitoring the commander as he seems to be off key::: Tarisa: ::Finishes her download.:: Sierra Robinson: :: notes her Superior in Sickbay checking things :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::with a sigh, she pulls out her latest basket of scones and exits her office::: mimipavilion: Take some time off duty to explore the commerce level. Scott Coleridge: ::leaves his station and heads over to Tarisa's:: So, Commander, now that we've solved our latest crisis, what projects are you looking forward to returning to? Amanda Davis PhD: :::moving straight to the replicator for coffee::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Maybe Davis would not see him :: Dacia Sandero: ::perusing the food courts:: Sierra Robinson: any good apparel stores... I don't have much to work with at the moment. :: stands :: Chirakis: ::hearing Scott, she turns and realizes that her mind is wandering::: Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: mimipavilion: I'm not sure. Sierra Robinson: Well I will let you be..Thanks for being welcome. Tarisa: Well there are numerous projects that we can now resume, but. ::Holds up her PADD with the data she just downloaded.:: I am also curious about this missing science ship. Amanda Davis PhD: ::setting her scones on the table and taking her first sip with a satisfaction::: mimipavilion: No problem Ensign. Scott Coleridge: Is that the Chi Song? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his PADD at his face :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I just downloaded the background information and last known position before it went missing. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she stops to watch Nijil::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uh... Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Amanda Davis PhD: Hello, Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm, err, taking an audit of the medical facility before going off shift. Alexis McFarland: ::playing a video game:: Sierra Robinson: :: about to go to Nijil but notices he is conversing with another Doctor so she exits outside sickbay and awaits him to exit :: Amanda Davis PhD: An audit of the medical facility? mimipavilion: ::updates the file and leaves medical with the next shift:: Tarisa: My plan was to utilize the Astrometrics lab, along with our new sensors, to map out the area it disappeared in. Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, stray emissions, make sure the network is running. Sierra Robinson: + Nijil tr’Korjata + Ensign Robinson here...I am outside sickbay if you still want to get a bite to eat. Amanda Davis PhD: ::thinks a moment, then nods:: I see. Scott Coleridge: Good idea. Its mission profile seemed fairly standard. I wonder if they ran into anything unexpected. mimipavilion: ::goes to her quarters:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his comm, taps :: +Robinson+ I am in sickbay, must have missed you. Talking to Doctor Davis now. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It seems likely. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I could whip something up or I could gather the family at the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks nervous :: Chirakis: :::listening to the conversation from the other side of CnC::: Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + No problem..whatever you wanted...you seemed busy...I will be walking around the promenade area...shopping while I have a chance. Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps closer to Nijil::: Are you sure you are all right? Is there something I can do to help? Sierra Robinson: + Nijil + Robinson out. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Robinson+ I'll contact the fam and see what they would like to do. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm fine, Doctor. Just normal Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: Keeping the station spinning. Amanda Davis PhD: Normal. And what would be abnormal? Amanda Davis PhD: Or did you mean "ordinary"? Scott Coleridge: ::reading over the information:: Pulsar study... routine... and I haven't seen any SI reports of pirates or other untoward activity. ::doesn't mention the bogeyman, Ragor Tal, of course… but what does Tal need with a science vessel?:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, monsters roaming the levels, invasion, space sickness...that kind of thing Sierra Robinson: :: heads to the lift and designates commerce level :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil felt under pressure and he needed to relax a bit. Breathe Nijil, breathe :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wait, did Jy sound upset? Was it just static on the comm line? :: mimipavilion: ::chilling out in her quarters:: Tarisa: Nothing can be ruled out at the moment. Though raiders could be possibility. Sierra Robinson: :: exits lift at the Commerce level and strolls around taking in the size of the place..:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor? Amanda Davis PhD: ::::noticing his confusion, she continues to listen::: So I am assuming that Annisha is playing invasion of the monsters? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, she plays a lot of things. She's very bright and a handful. Amanda Davis PhD: Most definitely. Nijil tr'Korjata: You are bound by confidentiality, correct? Tarisa: I plan to use every spectrum of scan possible that could give me a result. Amanda Davis PhD: I've seen her play "Invasion of the Monsters" and another one.... Amanda Davis PhD: Of course. Scott Coleridge: Or maybe they stumbled into a heretofore undescribed pulsar that eats starships! Scott Coleridge: ::sounds positively excited by this prospect:: Sierra Robinson: :: spots an establishment named.. “Drankums" and decides to pay a visit :: Chirakis: ::blinks, sharp turn::: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head and the thought of that.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Points to a seat and gestures towards it :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sits::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Takes his drink and heads to the commerce level :: Jylliene: ::starts to wind down her duties:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You are wondering if I am feeling myself are you not? Chirakis: :::still watching and listening::: Amanda Davis PhD: Well.. you seem a little off kilter, if that is what you mean. Sierra Robinson: :: enters the bar and takes a seat at a table, she pulls out her "Station Welcome PADD " :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am more than a little off and more than you know. But I am not practiced at this. Nijil tr'Korjata: How do I say this? Oh my... uhm. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: clutching his padd :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::waves off a passing corpsman::: Scott Coleridge: Carry on, Commander. Let me know if you find anything interesting. Hopefully they just ran into radiation interference and will be back in contact soon. Nijil tr'Korjata: You are all such nice people. Just so my head does not explode, or his head. I am not Nijil tr'Korjata. Sierra Robinson: :: flags server and asks for a Raktajino :: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes Sir. Tarisa: ::Collects her things and heads for the lift.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well :: tilts his head back forth :: At a DNA level I am, and the doctor's scans would show that. Amanda Davis PhD: Excuse me? Let's back up. "We" are all such nice people? Amanda Davis PhD: Nijil.... my office, please. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. Some months ago an associate and I were able to combine our research. Go from theory t... oh Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure. Sierra Robinson: :: Notes Holosuite signs and abundant Ferengi Signage :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walks along the avenue, as the main drag of the commerce level was called by some, or maybe just him :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::steps into her office and closes the door as soon as Nijil enters::: Have a seat and tell me what you mean by "I am not Nijil tr’Korjata". Scott Coleridge: ::returns to his station to finish up his work:: Sierra Robinson: :: sips her Raktajino ...chilled :: Tarisa: ::Arrives at astrometrics after a short TL trip. She begins setting up.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am an engineer and astrophysicist. My associate and I developed a way to transfer minds and I developed the conduit. Nijil tr'Korjata: My actual name is Th'Prani'Tiloo. Chirakis: ::she wanders in Scott's direction and stops, then speaks quietly:: Commander, what do you know of the Chi Song? Amanda Davis PhD: :::listening, but quite astonished::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Don't worry Doctor. Nijil is perfectly fine if not by now a little confused. Amanda Davis PhD: So... let me get this straight... Scott Coleridge: ::also quietly:: Excelsior class, science vessel. I just glanced over the mission profile with Tarisa. They were on a routine study of pulsars. Scott Coleridge: Oh, and it's missing. Nijil tr'Korjata: Do you remember that civilization that broadcasted over the station’s comms some time ago? Amanda Davis PhD: The body is Nijil, but the mind is Th'Prani'Tiloo's? Sierra Robinson: :: notes the atmosphere...it seems a bit quiet. Perhaps something indeed troubling recently occurred. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Right. He is in my body now. Chirakis: (m) Missing close to the star that nearly took out Nei’rrh and Argos II? Nijil tr'Korjata: I created what you would call 'micro wormhole' which the machine back in my time can create in a specific point in space and time. Scott Coleridge: (m) It was in the general vicinity, but I don't recall its last reported position. Sierra Robinson: :: finishes her Raktajino and departs upon payment to view the other areas of the commerce level :: Chirakis: ::considers that for a moment::: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Keep me apprised. Nijil tr'Korjata: My associate's machine is a quantum synaptic transfer device. Amanda Davis PhD: ::holds up her hand::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: holds :: Amanda Davis PhD: I don't believe you should go much further with this. Unfortunately, you've gone past the confidential phase and something I must speak to the captain about. Scott Coleridge: Aye, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh no, poor Jy. Dacia Sandero: ::eating dinner at Antonio's with some of her girlfriends:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yeah I figured as much. Sierra Robinson: :: strolls the Commerce level noting a Restaurant named Antonio's :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes and plays her game:: Amanda Davis PhD: So.. .may I suggest that you say no more, approach Commander Tarisa in science, and talk this out with her privately. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Hears commotions at Antonio's :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Is she versed in quantum theory and wormhole propagation? Sierra Robinson: :: looking at Menu posted on outside of Antonio's :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I should tell Tarisa who I am then? Amanda Davis PhD: I imagine that she is. And if not, there is surely someone on the station who can understand what you are saying. Sierra Robinson: Oh...Pizza.. Amanda Davis PhD: Privately, yes. However, I need to inform the captain. It will have to go down the chain of command. Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineers are all alike Doctor. Sierra Robinson: :: continues her stroll looking for some much needed supplies :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps :: +Jylliene+ I will be a bit delayed, something has come up. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Very well. Shall I tell your new ensign, or will you? Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ She went to the shops. I will inform. Sierra Robinson: :: spots a clothing store..and is saved :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well, that was certainly interesting. Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 11 am. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Sierra Robinson: Had fun! Chirakis: Glad you enjoyed it. Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 April 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. The illness that gave Aegis personnel hallucinations and strange dreams has been neutralized. There should not be a recurrence. The alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis has been dealt with. Task Force Missouri will remain in the area. USS Tssinghua, USS Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space. According to Captain d’Ka, our next move is to not move. The science vessel USS Chi Song is missing. Engineering Ensign Sierra Robinson has been temporarily reassigned to Aegis. Since things have settled down for a while, Captain Chirakis is considering what we have dealt with and what might have to deal with in the near future. The Stone of Gol has been destroyed and the telepathic ringleader, V’Mal, is incarcerated and heavily guarded on a planet far-far away. Strange solar electromagnetic waves almost destroyed Nei’rrh and Argos II. For reasons unknown, the star’s waves are activated by passing starships. Drakel’a, a small planet previously used as a pass-through for organized crime, is now a major hub for the Alien Alliance. In coordination with Drakel’a, the planet AnWard is a major hub on the other side of the cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. The immense Delta Wing black stealth ship of the Alien Alliance attempted to attack Aegis but was repelled by Task Force Missouri. We suspect that there are similar ships in the area. Ragor Tal, dubbed The Dark Lord by the media and Sataniel by his adversaries, is the most cunning, dangerous, and sadistic manipulator in the galaxy. Captain Chirakis knows him well and believes that he is planning to take control of the Joint Allied Powers. It is possible that Ragor Tal initiated Argesil, the Joint Allied Powers' Watergate.
  3. Sleep well, my friend. SYOTOS.
  4. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/27/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were in the medical complex have been released & returned to duty Engineering is working to repair systems. One of us isn't exactly on an even keel. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::cnc:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Eating a sandwich :: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: ::CnC, her office with d'Ka, considering several things::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger for lunch:: Cptn d'Ka: :::discussing the next move regarding the Alien Alliance::: Jylliene: ::losing herself in work:: Annisha: :: Munching down on their new "Quite Possible" burger :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nervous as all get out. Was this a Rihan thing? :: Alexis McFarland: is it Quite Possible that's an actual burger? Tarisa: Miana> ::Eating with Alexis and Annisha:: Jylliene: ::delving into supply lists, sorting through expected arrivals and departures:: Tarisa: ::Enters CnC.:: Annisha: This is not that bad. Cptn d'Ka: ...therefore, our next move is to not move. Missouri will remain here. Kohl is on assignment. Our task force will maintain its surveillance as long as needed. Chirakis: :::nod:: Agreed. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way down to engineering again, making a few wrong turns :: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, pleased that the old familiar rhythm appears to be returning:: Alexis McFarland: That's what I heard. Maybe I'll try it next time. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to the patients in Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Was glad to ditch the counselor. Not because she was a bad person, but this was all too much right now :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbling at her chicken tenders.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her jumja juice:: Tarisa: ::Steps over to her station, sees everyone else working quietly.:: Chirakis: ::in her office with d'Ka, as noted before::: Therefore.... ::standing to pace:: Tsinghua, Anhui, RSE Praetor, and IKS Fek'lhr are monitoring Aegis space? Scott Coleridge: ::at his station, reading a report on the resumption of shipping activities:: Cptn d'Ka: ::nod::: Dacia Sandero: ::Cleaning up things around the lab:: Sierra Robinson: :: enters C and C looking around, the human ensign looks around for the Commander to check in :: Chirakis: And Iowa? Cptn d'Ka: ::slight grin::: Elsewhere, on patrol. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the engineers mill around :: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: I'm glad things seem to be coming back to normal, and I like that chocolaty smell that's been coming from the air ducts. Chirakis: I see. ::handing him enlich'a before she sits with hers::: Scott Coleridge: ::the Commander is at his console, distracted by a precarious stack of PADDs that always seems to pile up whenever he leaves his station for more than ten minutes:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks over to Scott Coleridge :: Hello Commander Coleridge? Tarisa: Miana> Oooo...It smells so yummy, but we can not find it to eat it... Scott Coleridge: ::startled, he places a PADD on the wrong pile and they spill on to the floor:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, what time is it? :: looks at the chrono on the wall :: Oh, was that always there? Sierra Robinson: :: smiles :: Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for .....oh my :: helps pick up PADDs :: Cptn d'Ka: ::sips, staring at Missouri that is now docked for repairs::: Sierra Robinson: I did not mean to startle you sir....:: gathers a few PADDs and hands them to the Commander :: Scott Coleridge: Ensign Robinson, is it? Thank you. ::takes the PADDs:: You're joining us in engineering? Alexis McFarland: yeah, that's a shame. Annisha: That is just weird. Tarisa: ::Perks up at the sound of crashing padds.:: Alexis McFarland: What is weird? Annisha: The smell. Sierra Robinson: Yes sir.. Temporary Assignment. The Starship I was assigned to , The USS Chi Song...is ...well Missing...so they needed me to find a place to well serve..in the meantime. Annisha: I thought it was an ad from the eating places. Alexis McFarland: I like it. But it makes me hungry. Annisha: That's the point. Sierra Robinson: Odd when your first assignment is MIA...but guess these things happen even to Academy Grads... Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts her head on the table and pouts.:: I want cream of ice.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: glances at the Commander's door :: mimipavilion: ::finally finishes the last of the mandatory reports, then looks at a personal file of a temporary crewman:: Chirakis: :::heads to the window to stare into space, beyond Aegis and Missouri::: Scott Coleridge: Hmm. I ended up on Aegis after my first posting was destroyed. Sierra Robinson: :: AA once PADDs are collected :: Scott Coleridge: ::gestures:: As you can see, it turned out to be a little less temporary in my case. Alexis McFarland: I can go get us some. Chocolate cream of ice? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sits up and beams.:: Yes! Scott Coleridge: I also started in engineering. Alexis McFarland: What flavour do au want Annisha? Sierra Robinson: Well the Chi Song is a science Vessel..maybe it was delayed. Uhm Sorry about your first assignment. Tarisa: ::Trying her best not to intrude on the conversation between Scott and the new engineer.:: Chirakis: I feel your pain,Kh’éile. Alexis McFarland: ::queues up an ice cream parlour and orders three large cones, chocolate, [insert Annisha's requested flavour here], and cookies & cream:: Cptn d'Ka: I feel yours,Kh’éile. Annisha: Cinnamon... Scott Coleridge: Well, station maintenance is quite different from starship engineering. Not better or worse, but very different. You'll learn a lot you can apply to the Chi Song though. And we are also far more cosmopolitan of an environment than a starship, so you can enjoy that atmosphere while you're here. Scott Coleridge: For example, you might have been told that your chief engineer is a Romulan? Alexis McFarland: ::Returns with the orders, hands out the cones to everyone:: Here we are. Alexis McFarland: Cinnamon flavoured eh? Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Starts licking the ice cream.:: Sierra Robinson: :: hands her reporting PADD to the Commander :: Well I look forward to learning new things. :: listens :: This transfer is rather...sudden ...so I will do the best I can do with the Chief Engineer..regardless of who she or he is. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and licks her ice cream as well:: Cptn d'Ka: {{Guard your thoughts,Kh’éile. The pain could be overwhelming.}} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Starting to calm down :: Breath Pra... Nijil. Breath Sierra Robinson: I'll do the best I can sir. Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD and adds it to one of the stacks:: Allow me to escort you to engineering and introduce you to Commander Korjata. Chirakis: ::casually:: I am, and I will continue to do so. mimipavilion: ::to self:: Hmmm... interesting. Sierra Robinson: Of course...:: smiles and follows Commander Coleridge :: Chirakis: ::Puts her drink aside:: I suggest you remain here for a while,Kh’éile. Cptn d'Ka: :::turning to face her:: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: ::enters a TL and orders it to the engineering deck:: So you're fresh from the Academy? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around reading, or trying to read, all of the displays. The others felt like he was judging them :: Oh don't mind me. Just soaking it all in. Chirakis: I have a few things to attend to. Stay as long as you need. Sierra Robinson: Yes :: looks to the taller Commander...:: I studied mostly ..uhm...small vehicle maintenance. Our Classroom lab was basically a Type Six Shuttle. Annisha: :: takes a bit of her energy bar :: mimipavilion: ::goes and finds Dacia:: Cptn d'Ka: :::nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in the lab:: Chirakis: ::Hands him the code, turns, and exits into CnC::: Sierra Robinson: If that can be considered a specialization. I thought I saw some small craft...military as I came in on the Cargo Vessel. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, energy bar. Scott Coleridge: And here you are, on a massive station. ::chuckles:: But yes, we do have small cargo craft. And quite a few smaller vessels that dock here require repairs. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees the Captain :: Alexis McFarland: ::licks her ice cream:: Scott Coleridge: Commander Korjata also has a personal Romulan shuttle, the Nei'rrh, that occasionally sees some use on missions that require... more discretion. Play your cards right and he might let you work on it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Leaves his station for a moment and approaches Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? You seem off from your normal routine. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as the Captain's door opens.:: Jylliene: Mm. What is the normal routine anymore? Chirakis: :::wondering who is OIC with Scott gone:: Sierra Robinson: :: looks around :: Oh that is interesting. I wonder if it runs on a singularity mimipavilion: ::finds her and walks over to her:: Jylliene: It's draining to be continually reestablishing equilibrium. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well sure, but I watch people. Err, I mean I just watch people as a normal course in my work, not you specifically. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: I understand. Scott Coleridge: ::exits the TL and escorts Sierra into the main engineering area, looks around for the increasingly erratic Romulan engineer:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: how are our patients? Sierra Robinson: :: follows the Commander in search of the Romulan Engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: There's a replicator here too? :: bends down to look :: Oh, for drinks only. Perhaps tiny sandwiches. Chirakis: :::approaching Tarisa as she begins her normal CnC pace::: Afternoon, Commander. Tarisa: ::nods.:: Hello Captain. Jylliene: There's a lot on my mind. I appreciate you asking. Nijil tr'Korjata: Far better than a protein printer. Dacia Sandero: They're doing well, I think most will be healthy enough to be released in the next day or two. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sure. If I can be of any help my, err, desk is right over there. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: runs to it :: Chirakis: :::still in her dress uniform:: I must commend you for the work you have done. It saved many lives. Tarisa: ::One of ears rotated towards Jylliene and Cayne.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: That's good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Yes, glad to finally see the tail end of this thing. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moving around to see what the other engineers on duty are doing :: Cptn d'Ka: ::staring out the window, the pain of Missouri's loss almost overwhelming::: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Thank you Captain, but it was a group effort with other teams involved. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed. I'm going to the CnC for a while. Scott Coleridge: ::finally spots Nijil weaving in and out of various engineers on duty:: Commander Korjata, a moment? Sierra Robinson: :: looking around with the Commander :: Hmm One thing I noticed...some of the Engineering systems have Ferengi writing.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Me? Oh yes sure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily finishes her ice cream.:: Yummy! Chirakis: ::nod::: And that is to be commended. Dacia Sandero: Okay, I'll tend to things down here mimipavilion: ::on her way to tl:: good. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: That's nice. First time I ordered from there, though my mom bought some pints there. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh someone new? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Commander, this is Ensign Sierra Robinson. Ensign, this is Commander Nijil tr'Korjata. Alexis McFarland: How's that cinnamon ice cream, Annisha? Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me get a look at you... Sierra Robinson: Hi! I am Ensign Sierra Robinson reporting for duty pleased to meet you. Nijil tr'Korjata: Neejil or Nijil, however you like. Alexis McFarland: ::eating the last bit of her ice cream cone:: And what should we do next? mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Scott Coleridge: And yes, while Aegis is predominantly a Starfleet installation, we have some Ferengi, Cardassian, and Romulan technology on board. Oh, and Breen here and there. Scott Coleridge: ::pauses:: Did I miss any, Nijil? Tarisa: Miana> Hmmm....::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: ::writing up some medical reports on the remaining patients;: Tarisa: ::Notes another arrival to CnC with a flick of an ear.:: mimipavilion: ::steps off to the side:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs and holds both of Sierra's hands :: I believe you are the youngest human officer I have met. Alexis McFarland: We could go to the park. Chirakis: :::continues her normal pace, checking stations, answering questions - of which there are few - and eventually stopping at OPS::: Commander Kital. ::slight nod:: Jylliene: Captain. ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her hands go :: Sierra Robinson: Uh yes...Straight out of the Academy. I must say you are the first Romulan I have ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: Really? How delightful. I dare say I am not like most...well, any Rihan Jylliene: ((Boy and how)) Chirakis: Anything new that I should know? Annisha: My father would have it smell like tea, and every girl's hair would be braided. Jylliene: New arrival to engineering. A temporary assignment? Nijil tr'Korjata: What would you like to know? Chirakis: :::relaxes in the chair next to her::: Sierra Robinson: I guess I am going to have a lot of studying to do on my time off.....so many different engineering systems..this will be a challenge! Jylliene: Her original ship was lost. Alexis McFarland: Ooh nice! Your dad did a good job with my hair. My mother was quite impressed. Jylliene: Commander Coleridge took her down to Engineering. Scott Coleridge: I'll leave you in Commander Korjata's capable hands. Chirakis: Excellent. Sierra Robinson: Thank you sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry about the hands thing... part of my history I guess. Scott Coleridge: If you have any questions he can't answer, or need anything, don't hesitate to come to me. mimipavilion: ::hears Jylliene and Chirakis' conversation:: Chirakis: So... while I was gone who was in command? Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Try not to scare her off too much. Nijil tr'Korjata: So you are human. So many of them here. Oh, what languages can you read? Sierra Robinson: Oh no...no worries. I will learn to be more diplomatic over time...Going to have to. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think I will keep her Commander, thank you. Jylliene: ::isn't entirely sure:: Sierra Robinson: :: chuckles :: Just some Earth languages I am afraid. Perhaps I can learn more on this vast Station. Tarisa: ::Checking the database on her console.:: Jylliene: ::puzzled look:: Nobody was officially named. Sierra Robinson: Looks like you have many engineers, I took my extra classes at the academy in small craft maintenance Nijil tr'Korjata: Surprisingly, my Rihan is far rustier than I would like. I don't even have a Rihan accent. Chirakis: ::slight grin and a relaxed inhale::: Since we are not being attacked, nor is there any danger at the moment, I don't believe it makes that much difference. However. ::glance toward Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Would you like to see the Rihan ship? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods for someone to take over for a moment :: Sierra Robinson: An Actual Rihan ship! Outstanding :: a bit excited :: Chirakis: Or, as Terrans say, 'in a pinch', you are qualified for command. :::Notices Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have all sorts of beeps and noises if something happens. Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::slight grin at beeps and noises:: Chirakis: :slight turn in his direction:: Indeed you do. Scott Coleridge: ::departs engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Great. E lua i le utupoto i le Nei'rrh, Chirakis: :::stands:: Good afternoon, Doctor. mimipavilion: Afternoon Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Both Korjata and Robinson beam to the flight deck :: Sierra Robinson: Sounds like I need to study Romulan. :: follows NijiL :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh it's not Romulan. :: Now they are on the flight deck :: Nijil tr'Korjata: This was faster. :: They were at the nose of the Romulan shuttle Nei'rrh. Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Are most personnel back on duty, or are there still some in the complex? Sierra Robinson: :: looks at the Romulan Vessel ...looking at the " Beak " :: mimipavilion: There's a few in medical, they'll be released in the next day or two. All others have been released. Nijil tr'Korjata: Just like a bird, don't you think? Sierra Robinson: What type of power source does she have sir? Chirakis: And they are well, or are there residual problems? mimipavilion: They’re well. Sierra Robinson: The Shuttle I worked on at shop was a Type Six. This is far more...aesthetic. Nijil tr'Korjata: Forced Quantum Singularity Chirakis: :::nod of satisfaction::: Good. Nijil tr'Korjata: It can't be shut off.. unless containment is broken. Sierra Robinson: Wow! Singularity Drive. I never thought I would see one. Scott Coleridge: ::re-enters CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This can do warp 9 for an extended period... but requires a lot of maintenance. Tarisa: ::Perks up again as someone else enters.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter can even fly it Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander Coleridge. ::slight grin::: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's only... how old.. 10 yes. Sierra Robinson: :: not touching she looks at it closely :: Did you teach her yourself? Cptn d'Ka: ::resting for the first time since the disaster::: Sierra Robinson: Does your daughter live on Aegis? Scott Coleridge: ::uh-oh, he knows that tone:: Yes, Captain? Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's a natural. Which is good because it allowed her to escape a barium mining operation she was a slave at. Scott Coleridge: ::did she see the PADD-piles? he never should have tried building a house of PADDs:: Chirakis: Walk with me, Commander. :::moves away from the others:: Nijil tr'Korjata: She's plotting my demise right now I bet. Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Sierra Robinson: :: walks around and looks at the Port warp Nacelle :: Very Nice...errr...uhm well not plotting your demise comment the Nacelles :: smiles :: Jylliene: ::winces inwardly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: They placed an electro-shock in her neck and used to punish her. Chirakis: :::quietly, way to the side::: Commander... who was Officer In Command while you were gone? mimipavilion: ::takes a seat at one of the mission stations and observes:: Sierra Robinson: :: stands :: Who ...DID that? :: looks concerned :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Cries a bit after recounting what he read about what happened to her from the medical reports :: She's alright now, but the emotional distress remains. Nijil tr'Korjata: Child workforce traffickers. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: Did you forget something, Number one? Sierra Robinson: Sorry to bring up sensitivity. Scott Coleridge: ::looks surprisingly relieved now that he knows this isn't about the PADDs but is instead procedural:: Um, I believe Commander Kital was the senior-ranking officer... but now that you mention it, I suppose I did forget to formally designate her in command. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's more like a sad story you read on the news feed.. like it did not happen to you, but this time it was close to home. Sierra Robinson: I guess I can baby sit in a pinch..but sounds like she doesn't need one if she can fly this. Chirakis: Yes, you did forget. Next time, do not forget. ::not stern, just reminding him::: Scott Coleridge: Understood. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, all. Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS. Chirakis: TBS will bring us to evening. 6 pm or 1800 hours. Chirakis: Everyone, welcome Ensign Sierra Robinson who will be with us for a while. Chirakis: Perhaps she will keep Nijil on an even keel. Alexis McFarland: Helloooo Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: Right... Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. You are very welcome, 3 of 9 past 6. Aegis plays tonight (Friday) at 10 pm EDT if you are interested. We would be glad to have you.
  6. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 March 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis is slowly returning to normalcy. Most who were affected by the disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri have been released and returned to duty. Engineering is working diligently to repair systems. One question remains: has Commander Korjata become insane, or is another crisis on the horizon?
  7. On the Edge Chirakis Kirel He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else, and now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. ~Lt Commander Jylliene Kital Jylliene’s words to Captain Chirakis were startling enough to immediately call Psychologist Amanda Davis. Had Commander Korjata succumbed to a mental disorder? Did he possibly have a residual effect from the disease that had plagued the station? Had stress given him a mental disorder, possibly schizophrenia? After consulting with the doctor, Kirel left CnC, hoping that another crisis was not on the horizon. “Lieutenant Garand, meet me in surveillance immediately,” said Kirel as she entered the lift. “On my way, Captain,” Garand replied, scrambling to put aside his work in time to meet the captain as she entered the security complex. “We have a situation, Captain?” “Possibly,” she replied as he fell in step with her. “I need to check the surveillance footage from main engineering, Alpha watch yesterday morning.” Upon entering her code, the door to Surveillance opened to a large area covered by assorted screens that hung strategically on every wall and displayed internal and external areas of the station. Security personnel alternately hunched or relaxed at their stations as they monitored and assessed data while a few others moved smoothly among them. Captain Chirakis and Lt Jeremy Garand exited that room and entered what they called The Back Door: the observation area reserved for superior officers. The door closed, Garand offered Kirel a chair, engaged a console and flicked his wrist to throw images of engineering on the main screen. “Any particular area of engineering, Captain?” he continued as he made a few adjustments. “Follow Commander Korjata, since he is in command. And… since we are dealing with privileged information….” She slipped on a headset just as Nijil’s image appeared. “Commander Korjata beginning….zero seven hundred Aegis local, June 1, ma’am,” the lieutenant said, moving aside. As Kirel watched, Nijil seemed puzzled, looking around, and fidgeting with equipment. An approaching engineer startled him, the engineer apologized, and it was downhill from there. “Sorry, sir. Just the MP,” said the junior engineer. “MP?” said Nijil, definitely confused. “The Morning PADD, sir. The issues from the previous day that we need to tackle today.” The commander didn’t seem to understand. He stared at the PADD a moment, then took the PADD and read until he noticed a group of engineers standing next to him. “Yes?” “Your assignments, sir?” asked the team leader. “Assig… oh. Oh! Let me look here. Something good for you. How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls.” As soon as they left, the commander looked up to the ceiling as if he was waiting for something. He raised his hands and whispered, “Any time now.” Kirel reached forward to freeze the screen. “Sweep engineering for an intruder. Focus on the overhead.” “Sweeping the area… focusing on the overhead,” Garand replied, then watched the captain’s expression shift from curious to alarmed as she removed her headset with a sigh. “Secure the screen, lieutenant, and tell me…. Have you witnessed this kind of behavior in engineering before?” she asked, purposely leaving out the commander’s name. “Yes, ma’am, several times. But never out of the ordinary. Things have been pretty crazy everywhere on the station lately, so he’s not the only one to be distracted. You know… lack of sleep, lack of engineers, and especially the lack of coffee.” “Um… coffee,” she mused, relaxing into the armchair. “How long have you been watching this particular area?” "In engineering?” He shrugged. “Just over a week, ma'am." “And behavior was close to normal until recently?” “Yes, ma'am. Close to normal. The medical situation was our first priority.” “As was mine, Lieutenant. For now, keep eyes on. Alert me immediately to anything suspicious. Watch for strange behavior, odd shifts in language, talking when there is no one there. And be aware: this information is confidential.”
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  9. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/20/20 = /\ = = /\ = 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 = /\ = TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::CnC science station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working hard in engineering... how long has it been.. shift almost over? No? How many hours? :: Dacia Sandero: ::monitoring progress of the spray :: Chirakis: ::enters CnC in full dress uniform, several medals gleam in the light:::: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana and Annisha:: Jylliene: Captain. Chirakis: ::slight turn, then nod::: Commander. Dacia Sandero: ::rubs her chin:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: People kept on coming up to him, asking advice, wanting a new assignment... slacking off :: Annisha: :: Looks Alexis in the eye... :: Chirakis: ::steps toward her after taking a PADD from the command desk::: Anything I should know about? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? ::Looks back at Annisha:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shakes his head as he watches his display console :: Dacia Sandero: It's going well, I'd say? Jylliene: Nothing new, ma'am. No changes. Annisha: I'm watching au... Chirakis: ::flips through the PADD as she waits:: Alexis McFarland: I am in the eye in the sky, looking at youuuu... I can read your mind... Annisha: Probably not gettin' much Alexis McFarland: Nope. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the main display, overlays the teams :: Like an ant colony.. Chirakis: ::looks up:: No changes? Nothing? Alexis McFarland: ::dopey grin:: Jylliene: Nothing since this morning. Everything is settling in. <w> No changes on Nijil. Annisha: :: Still sporting the braid :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: An engineer hands Nijil a mug with a hot liquid in it. He drinks.. :: What is this Lt.? Alexis McFarland: Still holding up well. mimipavilion: ::catching up on important reports:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Your favorite drink sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh...so it is. Thank you. Chirakis: (w) No changes... regarding what? Tarisa: Miana> ::Does a headstand for no reason. Grins:::: Annisha: It's tight.. did something to the ends to hold it together. Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: (w) His behavior. Acting very unlike himself. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm. I see why I like it. Do you like it? :: to the engineer :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Eng> Not my style sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. Well thanks for the boost. Chirakis: ::gives Jyl her full attention:: (w) In what way? Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC from the lift.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Miana do hand-stands:: Like hair spray? That explains a lot Dacia Sandero: ::keeps a tab on things from her console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches the engineer walk away, then looks up. :: Any time now. :: laughs :: Time... ugh. :: waves someone forward :: Next... Annisha: Na, just the end so it will stay together... Annisha: I mean I have straight hair as it is. Jylliene: (w) As was in my message to you a few days ago. He's just ...off. And not just similar to a bad day, but - different. Alexis McFarland: Oooh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listens :: Spill of what? Scott Coleridge: ::finishing some rounds and then heads for the CnC:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: My office, Commander. Commander Cayne, you have the con. Jylliene: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods without looking up :: Jylliene: ::follows:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is told it's a coolant :: Oh, wait, what properties? :: the engineer indulges him in his query :: Oh, yes. Send a team now. Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: CnC Nijil tr'Korjata: No one hurt. Oh thank the goddess. Chirakis: ::walking slowly toward her office, she waits for Jyl and closes the door when she enters::: Please, have a seat, and tell me exactly what is happening. Annisha: What do cats do? For hair styles? Annisha: Do au hate if someone pats the fur the wrong way? Alexis McFarland: My cat hissed at me when I tried to put a bow in her hair. Jylliene: ::has a seat:: He's often talked about dreaming he's someone else. And now he's acting different. Like a different version of Nijil. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his chrono... :: Come on... Dacia Sandero: ::checks on patients in the sickbay, glad things were returning to normal::: Chirakis: ::puts her PADD aside as she sits:: A different version? Jylliene: All of the little things seem different. Tarisa: Miana> ::Rolls and plops down in front of Alexis and Annisha.:: I like bows. The small ones though. Not the really huge ones. Chirakis: ::leans back in her chair::: Could you be a little more specific? Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ This is Engineer Nijil. There was a level 2 spill on a utility deck. No one has been hurt, but in case my team was misinformed I thought you should know. Jylliene: Mannerisms are off. The way he talks to us. He even braided Annisha's hair. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. I see. They look cute on you, Miana. Annisha: If au ever go as a kitten I big bow would be purrfect.. :: laughs :: Jylliene: I feel like internal alarms are sounding, but I can't point to any one thing and say "Aha!" mimipavilion: +Nijil+ Ok I'm on my way. Chirakis: So I assume that braiding her hair is not normal. Other mannerisms? mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia I'm going to Engineering Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: OK Nijil tr'Korjata: +Medical Facility+ Level 37, section B mimipavilion: ::takes a med kit, enters a tl:: +Nijil+ understood. mimipavilion: ::orders the tl to Level 37 section B:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, notes that Jylliene isn't at Ops:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits her office just in time to see Mimi's exit::: Tarisa: Miana> Nuh uh. Jylliene: ::throws her hands up helplessly:: Everything is just off. Like it's someone doing a Nijil impression. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Computer, display the chemical composition of the coolant in question from the level 37, section B spill... Jylliene: He knows us, he knows his way around.. but there's just something very, very off. Amanda Davis PhD: ::holding a plate::: Fresh scones, Dacia. ::moves toward the teapot::: Jylliene: Imagine someone impersonating you and not seeming familiar with blades. Dacia Sandero: Sure thanks. I've just made a pot of tea that would go lovely with that. Annisha: I was thinking of darkening my eyes. Make me look even more evil. Annisha: :: squints her eyes :: Amanda Davis PhD: Lovely. Alexis McFarland: Don't you already have dark eyes, or did you want them black like mine? mimipavilion: ::arrives on Level 37 section B:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and goes and gets the tea pot:: Annisha: :: Looks really close :: Oh my elements, those are dark Chirakis: :::listening carefully, hoping that this is not the station's next problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Several engineers are working on cleanup. There are Space Caution signs all around :: Alexis McFarland: Mm. All Betazeds have dark eyes. Chirakis: ::then nods::: Someone impersonating... :::considering that::: Has he seen Dr Davis recently? mimipavilion: ::goes over to the area, staying out of the mess and calls one of the engineers over:: What happened? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Doctor? We took the standard precautions as repeated by the SubCommander. Jylliene: I messaged medical, but I don't think he's been in. They've been rather busy. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> We were sealing the coolant by shutting off the line in two places, but the far valve did not shut completely. Dacia Sandero: ::setts out some dishes and tea cups::: Tarisa: Miana> Mithraan eyes can almost be any color of the spectrum. Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> :: gestures to the blue-green liquid all over the floor :: mimipavilion: ::to engineer:: Understood. Was anyone injured? Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Should we be tested after cleanup? Alexis McFarland: I like your eye colour Miana. ::hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng> Lt. Sales over there got some on his uniform, but he declothed and is sitting on the bench. Annisha: Mine are green. Chirakis: Very well. Thank you, Commander. You may return to your post and I'll see what I can do. Tarisa: Miana> ::Likes her light blue/almost silver eyes too.:: I know someone from home that has purple. mimipavilion: ::engineer:: Probably wouldn't hurt, since it was coolant. I'll check Sales out. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you, ma'am. Jylliene: ::stands and heads out:: Chirakis: ::escorts Jyl out, standing by the door before closing it behind her::: Jylliene: ::returns to Ops:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Misc Eng :: nods as he squeegees the floor :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Sales:: How do you feel Lt? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Meanwhile in main engineering :: Is Sales okay? :: talking on the comm :: Alexis McFarland: ooh purple! Scott Coleridge: ::notices the full dress uniform on Chirakis:: Huh. Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing with tea and scones:: Very nice, Dacia. Exactly what I needed this morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales> The smell was a bit much, but once I got my uniform off it got better. Chirakis: +Davis+ Dr. Davis, my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Now I have to worry about the other engineers hiding my clothes. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: I'm going to check you out. Tarisa: Miana> One of the guards that came with us has orange eyes. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > That would put my mind at ease., Jylliene: ::feels a bit better having passed that along:: mimipavilion: ::nods and scans:: Annisha: I see what au mean :: eyes wide :: Tarisa: Miana> It matches his red hair. Almost looks like fire. Alexis McFarland: Impressive! Amanda Davis PhD: ::blink::: +com+ On my way, Captain. ::turns to Dacia:: Keep the tea warm please, if you can. Amanda Davis PhD: :::exits and enters the lift::: CnC Dacia Sandero: Will do! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches Chirakis :: Dacia Sandero: :;to the other nurses and doctors:: Do try to leave some for Dr Davis when she gets back, yes? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (really good eyes, or rum) Chirakis: (Rum. Definitely) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes the comm :: No one melted... Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of the lift and into CnC, walking straight to the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: This poor man has to watch so many things. :: Goes to the main table to see if half the station is drifting away :: Annisha: I will ask my father to do your hair too. Bet he would. Chirakis: ::meets her at the door:: A simple request, Doctor. :::closes the door behind them:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm... My parents would be fine with that if it looks good like yours. Amanda Davis PhD: ::wonders if something major is about to explode::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending himself a reminder for later :: Chirakis: Have you had contact with Commander Korjata recently? Annisha: :: Swishes her head back and forth :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well... no. Not recently. A few weeks ago. Is there a problem? Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shakes his head :: I'm going to go native at this rate. mimipavilion: ::Sales:: Well it seems you're fine, but go to medical to get cleaned up. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > Oh thank you. :: almost goes to shake her hand :: Ah... maybe later. Chirakis: That is why you are here, Doctor. Apparently the commander is acting strangely. I want you to investigate.... or should I say speak with him? Possibly just have a conversation to see if you notice a difference in his mannerisms. Amanda Davis PhD: I see. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Annisha: And maybe he can cook a larger meal. I think he fixed something better than Grams... but don't tell my Grams.. Chirakis: Just to be sure that he is.... psychologically healthy? mimipavilion: ::nods for Sales to medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: Of course, Captain. Right away. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt. Sales > :: Heads to medical, but out of uniform :: Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. That is all. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Is clearing out the board left and right :: With enough people I can clear these orders in no time. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, ma'am. Chirakis: ::exits the office with Amanda::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Beta Team+ Great work on the microfracture testing on the substructures. Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters the lift, deciding to proceed cautiously on this one::: Alexis McFarland: Oooh, sounds yummy Annisha: :: holds up her hand :: +Nijil+ Father, can au do to my hair with my friends' hair? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Why sure sweetie, when I get home and after dinner. Alexis McFarland: Yay! Annisha: :: Does the was gives gesture :: Sweetie? Chirakis: ::her uniform seems to be drawing attention, but she ignores it:: Annisha: I think he's trolling me.. Alexis McFarland: Maybe he is? Alexis McFarland: Your dad doesn't usually call you "sweetie", doesn't he? Chirakis: ::her thoughts seem to be in another world as she paces slowly around CnC::: Annisha: Na, normally asks how long I was in detention. Alexis McFarland: I mean, mine does but that's different. Annisha: It's probably by association. Alexis McFarland: Hmm.. since we've been out of school I guess he has to think up something different. Jylliene: ::feels better assuming Dr. Davis was going to be looking into things:: Amanda Davis PhD: :::she enters the medical complex and almost forgets to step off the lift because she is so distracted by her thoughts::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees main engineering largely empty, the teams out fixing things before lunch :: mimipavilion: ::after observing for a bit, reminds the engineer that the team should stop by medical to get checked out:: Chirakis: :::pauses near Scott:: Anything new, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm worried I missed a uniform memo today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Lt Sales > :: Makes the walk of shame out of uniform and into medical :: Chirakis: ::blink::: Chirakis: Oh? ::slight pause:: Of course. Those who died on Missouri are on their way to their final resting place. Chirakis: I am thankful that there were no casualties on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: Everything all right? ::to Amanda:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::distracted:: Oh... sorry, Dacia. So far, yes. mimipavilion: ::leaves deck 37 and goes back to medical via the tl:: Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Amanda Davis PhD: I'm just... I need to think something through. Dacia Sandero: Good to hear. Hope it stays that way. Dacia Sandero: Ok, that's fine. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is rough Mr. Nijil. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have a few things to attend to tonight, so we are pausing a few minutes early. Commander Coleridge, if you would assist. Scott Coleridge: Sure! Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Lt Cdr Tarisa, and Cdr Korjata, step forward. ::hands a box to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::produces the bucket of assorted awards:: Dacia Sandero: ::steps forth:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes out a baseball trophy:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around :: Who? Oh me. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: No. The one who impersonates you. Tarisa: ::Steps up:: Chirakis: (w) The other one, Number One. Scott Coleridge: Fine. ::puts the baseball trophy back and takes out the box:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh.. ::steps :: Chirakis: For your loyalty to Aegis and the work that you have done, you are awarded Service Ribbons. ::nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins on the service ribbons:: Chirakis: ::when he is finished::: Dr. Sandero, remain please. The others may withdraw. Chirakis: Dr. Pavilion, step forward. mimipavilion: ::steps forward:: Dacia Sandero: ::Stays put:: Chirakis: Aegis has a very active group of physicians - and that makes sense since most of the crew is in need of physicians at one time or other... Scott Coleridge: ::readies the next award:: Chirakis: Drs Pavilion and Sandero, both of you have given several hundred hours of work aboard Aegis - literally. Dr. Pavilion, you have 636 hours. Dr Sandero, you have 563 hours. Chirakis: Dr. Sandero, Dr. Pavilion, for that you are each awarded the Silver Oakleaf. Chirakis: Be gentle, Number One. They already have quite a few so there might not be much space. And do remember that they are female. :::stare::: Chirakis: ::Nods to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::pins the awards:: Chirakis: Our thanks to you all for your service to Aegis. Chirakis: In the coming days there will be more awards, so everyone - be patient. Chirakis: TBS will be... a few hours. Does lunch time sound good? Scott Coleridge: Sounds good to me Chirakis: We will continue next week at 1300 / 1 pm. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Chirakis: And thank you for 100% attendance.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |20 March 2020 5 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.157 TBS is 18 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. The disease that threatened Aegis and took the lives of 37 personnel aboard USS Missouri has slowly disappeared. Most personnel have settled into routine, though some are still weary. Many who were affected by the virus have been released. A few remain in the medical complex.
  11. The End of the Beginning Aboard USS Missouri 0600 June 5, 2388 There are whispers in the emptiness between the stars, the meaning of which has all but vanished among the young. ~Ethan Neufeld Clad in full dress Sindar uniform, USS Missouri’s Captain Je’rit d’Ka stood by the viewport of his office, staring into space, beyond the ship, beyond Aegis, beyond planets, stars, and nebulae, beyond what seemed to be nothingness. What most would call a void, the ancients believed that movement among celestial bodies produced a sensual harmony, and they did. D’ka had heard them whisper since childhood. As he grew, the whispers grew with him. And in this day of mourning, the more he watched, the more he listened, and the more he heard. Some things he could control; others he could not. The pain he felt with the loss of 37 officers who had gone beyond the call of duty to help contain the Alien Alliance virus was almost more than he could bear. Commander Lei’ri stood beside him to watch, listen, and to give him solace if possible. But the solace was not forthcoming, so he kept a discreet distance, waiting for the captain’s agony to subside. “Are you familiar with an ancient terran lyricist, ‘Ri?” the captain asked as he continued to stare into space. “One with the surname Shakespeare?” “I am, Keann-aí.* But only what you have told me.” D’ka gave a slow nod, then turned to watch a distant stellar prominence and began, “How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank. Here will we sit and let the sounds of music creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night become the touches of sweet harmony.” He sighed. “A beautiful piece, is it not?” “It is, Keann-aí. But I must ask, if I may…? “Of course.” “You have often said that you hear many things, Keann-aí. Do you hear this music in what seems to be a silent void?” “I do, ‘Ri,” he replied, turning to face him. “I always have. And what I hear in this music is profoundly sad, like a dirge, a burial song….” His voice trailed off. “Ten days, ‘Ri,” he whispered as his eyes darkened to the deep blue of mourning. “If we had been more vigilant," he continued somberly. "If we had deciphered the alien code more quickly. If we had been more cautious, more aware….” “Keann-aí,” Lei’ri interrupted quietly, “the past is gone. We must abandon those thoughts, put them aside, and look to the future.” After a moment, the captain’s eyes faded to a more contemplative blue as d’Ka turned to face him. “True, ‘Ri. We cannot bring them back. That I know all too well.” He paused for a moment of thought. “The Klingons have Sto-vo-kor, the Romulans have Vorta Vor, the Vulcans have Sha Ka Ree, the Terrans have Heaven, but the Sindar and Qr’var?” “A vast difference, Keann-aí. And we are fortunate.” An hour later the Captains d’Ka and Chirakis, along with Commander Lei’ri, stood on Missouri’s hangar deck, awaiting the arrival of a VIP shuttle. The fighter bay had been thoroughly cleansed. Bits of the alien stealth ship and its contents had been sealed in pods and sent toward the nearest star where the contents would be completely destroyed. Those who had perished in the virus were meticulously sanitized, clad in full dress uniform, and gently laid in burial pods, then draped in the symbols and colors of the house, the family, or the clan of the deceased. Her polished hull gleaming in the light of USS Missouri’s fighter bay, the shuttle settled silently on the deck. The captains and commander processed to stand by the ramp. With jaws set, eyes front, and expressions stern, they paused, then stepped to the side and turned, waiting to flank those who would exit. A moment later, with a whisper of hydraulics, the shuttle’s ramp lowered before a sea of blue, red, white, gold, silver, and gray—superior officers of the Joint Allied Powers. From the shuttle’s darkened interior the officers emerged and processed shoulder to shoulder, rank upon rank in strict formation, dress uniforms studded with insignia. A crisp command echoed from the bay’s entrance, bringing rank upon rank to sharp attention. The Honor Guard advanced in slow, strict step, their ceremonial boot heels clicking a cadence on the deck plates and cutting through the otherwise complete silence of the bay. At the bottom of the ramp, their boots slapped together before they executed a crisp about face and presented the flags of the Joint Allied Powers in tribute before the assembly, ready for the pallbearers to carry the deceased into the shuttle, to a place of honor where they would begin their journeys home. __________________ Keann-aí - The formal Sindar word for captain.
  12. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/13/20 = /\ = = /\ = 4 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.156 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Science and Missouri personnel are close to finding a cure for the illness on Aegis and Missouri. Hopefully the toxin will be neutralized via the environmental systems. A plan to relocate the gremlins to another planet is in progress. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::taking over Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, going over the plan:: Jylliene: ::somewhat tired; didn't sleep well, worried about whatever was going on with Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Chirakis: :::entering CnC, pausing for threat assessment, then proceeding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil wondered how many hours had it been since he did not wake up in the night... actually slept pretty well. Must have been the hum of the station :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Chirakis: :::turns at the sound of a certain person entering who is late for his post::: Annisha: :: Working at her station for remote school :: Chirakis: :::Scott:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::still sleeping:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::documenting what she can from an aux station on the CnC. Should be fascinated with the biological discoveries going on but can't quite shake the daze she feels:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters main engineering, sees all of the people :: Oh my. Jylliene: ::scrolling the info:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working at his post, this time looking inward at the people on the station :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on a redistribution system for Tarisa's sugar-based solution:: Scott Coleridge: Morning, Captain. Chirakis: ::begins to wander from station to station, trying to put aside most of what has happened in the last few days::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moves over to the main table that shows the entire station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to herself :: Is this what you do.... Chirakis: :::she notices that there are some on duty who probably did not sleep well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ahh! :: jumps at an engineer approaching him :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Sorry sir, just the MP. Nijil tr'Korjata: MP? mimipavilion: ::satisfied with the plan and goes to Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineer> Morning PADD...? The issues from the previous day we need to tackle today. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh sure. :: takes padd. Starts to read :: Thank you, Lieutenant. Chirakis: :::stops at the OPS console and speaks quietly::: Commander Kital. ::quizzical nod::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: thinks :: This is a big place. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: How’s the distribution going for the Tarisa's solution Jylliene: Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::begins reviewing reports from the previous shift:: Chirakis: You seem... distracted. Is there a problem? Dacia Sandero: It's going well, so far. I am hopeful it'll work. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Placing a hand on his hip :: Jylliene: Only those things I've already mentioned to you ::quietly:: mimipavilion: Me too. How soon do you think we can get it out? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Snaps his hand away :: No no... :: looks at the padd again :: Chirakis: ::slow nod:: Chirakis: :::also notices Lt Dran's apparent exhaustion::: Dacia Sandero: Well, that I'm not 100% sure on right now, since we've only just started but I would hope within the morning. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He could feel the anxiety rise as he read over the duty logs :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, I'll let you get back to it. Don't forget to take breaks. Jylliene: ::murmured:: He went to shift as usual this morning. Still seeming very off. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: reading was a challenge, but it was becoming easier :: Dacia Sandero: ::working on it, replicating enough of the solution to distribute to the whole station and possibly shipyard:: Dacia Sandero: I will, thanks Mimi. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I think you say that every sim...) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Noticed a set of engineers standing next to him :: Yes?' Chirakis: :::listening without looking at her::: Jylliene: (well, perhaps...) Nijil tr'Korjata: Eng Group Leader: Your assignment sir? Chirakis: ::eyes on Dran::: mimipavilion: I'll let you get back to it. I'll be in my office. ::goes back to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and keeps on working with her medical and science staff:: Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly, unsure what else to do:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Assig… oh oh. Let me look here. Something good for you :: looks :: fine people. :: pauses for a moment :: How about hydroponics. Check the water lines and climate controls. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::marking everything she enters for later review:: Chirakis: (w) :::Jyl:: There are others who can take OPS if you need a break or otherwise. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Touches his chin... notices he forgot to shave, frowns :: Jylliene: (w) I may take you up on that. Jylliene: (w) barely slept. Felt...vulnerable. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up into the ceiling as if waiting for something, raises his hands, quietly saying :: Anytime now. Chirakis: (w) Perhaps an hourly rotation? Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: (w) Very well. You will be relieved in an hour. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thought of him, and what he must be going through :: Oh my.... Jylliene: (w) Thank you, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::drinking some tea whilst she works:: Chirakis: :::moves on toward Dran::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Realized time is very relative and raising his hands would make no difference :: Chirakis: 10:30 PM mimipavilion: ::in her office going over reports making sure their up-to-date:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Alright, next group. :: waves them to him :: Jylliene: ::breathes a slight sigh of relief:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, the girl... +Annisha+ Nijil to Annisha. Annisha: +Nijil+ Ie father? Au fall again? Chirakis: :::casual approach::: Lt Dran ::nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ I what? No no, wanted to wish you a good day and I will help you with your astrophysics math when I get home. Annisha: :: Looking a bit perplexed :: +Nijil+ Sure thing pops. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Good little flower, father out. Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up and connects to her terminal:: Chirakis: I trust you are well. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Message to Jylliene+ Something with rice tonight? I have a spice inspiration. Dacia Sandero: (curry) Alexis McFarland: ::in her blanket, as she sits at her terminal connects with Annisha:: Jylliene: +msg to Nijil+That sounds appealing. Scott Coleridge: ::watching Chirakis make the rounds out of the corner his eye:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Clears out a few more crews and sends them on their way :: Does he do any actual work? Tae'Lynn Dran: That might be a generous assessment but I think most of us are feeling the fatigue. Chirakis: :::wondering if the new rotation is working, or if it is being used at all::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Msg to Jylliene+ Wonderful. See you tonight hun. Chirakis: Indeed most of us are. Have you slept lately? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes over to the replicator, looks at the menu :: When in Rome... Tae'Lynn Dran: Last night more than before but I think that only reminded me of what I've been missing. Annisha: +Alexis+ :: puts her in the corner of her display :: Meanest Rihan on the station at your service. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, so many teas... Chirakis: ...and that would be? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watched a past vid of Nijil walking to his duty station :: An odd Rihan. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blink:: Sleep Chirakis: ::considers that a moment::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Badder than old King Kong, meaner than a junkyard dog. ::does the same:: Chirakis: And how many hours of sleep are you getting? Nijil tr'Korjata: Replicator, the strongest tea you have please, ninety-five centigrade Tae'Lynn Dran: I can not say for sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes the tea and sips it :: Mmmm Chirakis: So... are you working on the virus, or otherwise? Scott Coleridge: ::noticing some reports from departments that some people are working longer hours, despite the new rotations, because they think it's the best way to beat this problem:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I am documenting the research for later review. Chirakis: ::checks the chrono::: Lt Dran, put your work aside and get some rest. And that is not a suggestion. Alexis McFarland: ::works on their assignments and stuff:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, Yes sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eyes roll back and sips even more of the tea :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::logs out of her station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are having this tonight. :: says loudly, catching the attention of the other engineers. Nijil looks up :: Oh, the tea is really good. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the lift:: Chirakis: ::wanders toward Scott::: Commander, the ventilation system is working well and we have fewer personnel having problems. It's time to settle down, is it not? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I concur. Annisha: +Alexis+ Working on the same thing I am. :: shows her the whiteboard :: Chirakis: :::slight chuckle::: (w) We have a stand-by shift that has never been used. Within the hour we will make good use of it. Alexis McFarland: :sees:: Yeah. I'm stuck on the second part. Scott Coleridge: I'll make some preparations. Alexis McFarland: ::looks like she's wrapped up like a burrito:: Annisha: :: Looks at the image of Alexis :: Are au trying to make me hungry? Alexis McFarland: I'm just tryna be warm. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hmm.. Pretty warm here, but since they don't want us congregating, here we are. Chirakis: :::moves to the command console and orders the stand-by shift::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to his office and sits :: Alexis McFarland: Yes, here we are. But at least I can be in my PJs and blanket Chirakis: 10:55 PM Annisha: :: swishes her head around :: +Alexis+ Do au like my braids? Scott Coleridge: ::distributing stand-by shift standing orders:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to Dacia:: Hey quick question: Do we have enough to get it through the ventilation system here? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Oooh! Pretty! Did you just get them? Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie. Guess who did them? Chirakis: ::relaxes into the chair to read a notice from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::looks up at Mimi:: Based on our research, yes we should have enough for the whole station. Alexis McFarland: Uhh, Jyliene? Jylliene: (Nah, Jyl can't braid. She can rock a ponytail, though) Alexis McFarland: Don't tell me it was your pop? mimipavilion: Ok. Let's get it installed immediately and I'll let the Command staff know. Annisha: +Alexis+ Au think it would be my mom, but no. My father did it. Did not even ask, just started. Alexis McFarland: Wow. Annisha: +Alexis+ Maybe he's a rope tying wizard... Alexis McFarland: My dad can't braid my hair like that... It'd just end up a disaster... kekeke. Chirakis: :::frowns as she reads through it, then blanks the screen::: Dacia Sandero: I agree Chirakis: 10:58 PM Annisha: +Alexis+ My father is really weird. mimipavilion: Alright. +Chirakis/Scott+ Pavilion to Command staff. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Go ahead. Alexis McFarland: Ah. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ We're ready to distribute the mixture throughout the station. Scott Coleridge: Exciting. Chirakis: +Mimi+ Understood. Collaborate with engineering and make it so. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ How long until optimal saturation? Chirakis: ::nod to Scott::: Indeed it is. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders of Jy would look good with a braid, or just too much like the daughter... :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods and presses a button:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ should be now Dacia Sandero: Ok Chirakis: ::notices the change::: And now we see how well it works. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Stand by Chirakis: TBS will lead us to the next day. Everyone will be well rested. Stand-by shift will just have to endure. Chirakis: Let's make it 10:00 hours the next day. Chirakis: Just to relieve the number 7 and give it a break. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Congratulations to everyone for finding a treatment! Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: And working so hard that they are exhausted. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Try the tea. Wash your hands. Dacia Sandero: I hope you have plenty of TP. Chirakis: Everyone... be very careful where you go, be vigilant, wash your hands. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Note: The outbreak of the Coronavirus was first reported in December, 2019. This plot began in September of 2019 and is not meant to mirror the Coronavirus. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |13 March 2020 4 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.156 TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Science, and Missouri’s personnel are close to finding a cure for the illness that has appeared on Aegis and Missouri. Genetically modified gremlins aboard Missouri have more potent pathogens. Although Aegis personnel have suffered weakness, strange dreams, and hallucinations, Missouri has lost 37 personnel. Science is testing a concoction via the environmental systems, hoping that it will neutralize the toxin on Aegis. If it is successful, they will pass it on to Missouri. A plan to relocate the gremlins to another planet is in progress.
  14. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 3/6/20 = /\ = = /\ = 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 = /\ = TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis and Missouri continue to collaborate on a cure for the disease. Science and Medical are close to finding a cure. Because Missouri's gremlins are genetically modified, their pathogens are more potent. Missouri is quarantined. 37 of their personnel have died. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::preparing to hand over station:: Dacia Sandero: ::in her study, looking at a sample of DNA:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking to an isolated part of a corridor to a bench just around a curve :: Alright Muuhi... I'm ready to return. :: sits :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating dessert in her room, just finished dinner with her family:: Chirakis: ::walking the gremlin side with Lt Bristow, each taking another wing, just to see what has or might happen and to observe Bravo 1:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips up his padd, watching the time pass to the millisecond... :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters medical:: mimipavilion: ::going over the anatomy of the gremlins, still:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Three, two, one and..... :: waits :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Uhm.. :: gets up and starts to walk to his quarters :: Dacia Sandero: Dr Proctor> ::hears someone come in:: Hello? Can I help you? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: talking to himself :: Perhaps the temporal alignment module is off... or the capacitor underwent a correction... yes... that.. :: enters a lift :: Nijil's quarters. :: lift moves :": Chirakis: ::knowing that science and medical might work through the night, concerned about Missouri's personnel, and hoping that does not happen on Aegis::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taking a last looks at the sector map :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees pings on his padd for engineering concerns :: Jylliene: ::starts heading to quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::Proctor:: Hi, I'm just checking in on medical's status. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Lift stops on his level :: Come on Muuhi... get me back. :: rounds a corner :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He looked at the chrono on the padd, watching the seconds race by :: Chirakis: ::stops to take a look in the gremlins’ quarters and they are all fast asleep::: Annisha: :: Playing how much is that Feklar in the window on her tiny guitar :: Jylliene: ::heads down the corridor, sees Nijil, smiles:: Dacia Sandero: Proctor> Ah. Things are going well here, sir. Dr Sandero already clocked out for the day, but I believe she said she was still working on a cure. I believe Dr. Pavillion is doing the same as well. Nijil tr'Korjata: No no.. no no... oh Jylliene. I, err, how was your shift? Jylliene: It was fine. How are you holding up? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He changed his demeanor like the videos showed :: Scott Coleridge: Any notable progress on the cure? Nijil tr'Korjata: Me? Oh yes. The shift was fine. Lots of station keeping.. uhm, replicators are working again all over. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at the padd, grimaces :: Jylliene: ...yes. They've been working for a while. Why, did they start to malfunction again? Nijil tr'Korjata: No no...no. Since I rewrote the subroutines to account for changes only after checking against the pristine installation. Something Nijil did not think about, I mean something I did not think of before. Tarisa: ::Stepping out of the medlab, seeing Scott.:: Actually Commander, we have. Nijil tr'Korjata: I think he needed a fresh mind to think upon it. Jylliene: ::nods slowly:: How much sleep have you had recently...? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with her :: Dacia Sandero: Proctor> Yes... Ahh. ::lets Tarisa speak:: mimipavilion: ::thinks that the pheromone sacks maybe something along the lines of their mood:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh the normal I think... still those dreams, but they are nice, the person I keep seeing is nice...so I hear. Chirakis: :::short talk with Lt Bristow, then takes the lift to science::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grabs her hand and places it in his :: Jylliene: ::nods slowly:: Dacia Sandero: ::heading back to the med lab:: Jylliene: Dinner? Jylliene: ::smiles:: Tarisa: Initial tests were successful. I was about to send the specs to engineering for distribution in the environmental systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: Dinner? What time is it... oh yes. Shall I cook? Jylliene: If you'd like. mimipavilion: ::also goes to the medlab:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::in his office, contemplating their next move or if they ever have one::: Dacia Sandero: ::since she wasn't on duty, she went in a comfortable civilian shirt and blouse:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have a really old recipe... and when I mean old I really mean it. Alexis McFarland: ::plays "Classical Gas" on her Vulcan harp:: Jylliene: I look forward to trying it. Jylliene: ::smile:: Scott Coleridge: ::visibly brightens at this news:: Wonderful. Have you sent it to Missouri as well? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders what they do at this point. Kiss before? Kiss after? :: Jylliene: I'll just clean up in the meantime. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks :: Oh here we are. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters :: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::deep sigh::: Tarisa: I have a recommended dosage to send to Missouri for them to begin. ::Forwards to Missouri Med/SCI.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes right to the kitchen :: Hi Anni Jylliene: ::enters, then heads to the bath:: Annisha: :: stops her playing :: Anni? Father, are au alright? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh fine, just excited to be home...cooking. mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical and goes to the lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::returns back to the med lab:: Jylliene: ::enters, starts up the shower, and considers who to send a message to:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs off from his station and heads down to get something to eat at any number of places on the commerce level :: Jylliene: ::knows med and sci are both really busy:: Annisha: Are we going with replicator meal? Tarisa: ::Finishing her specs as she talks to Scott, then sends them to engineering.:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::Tarisa's information also comes to his console::: Jylliene: ::starts to wash:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks and looks :: Oh, no, not tonight. No time for that little one. Dacia Sandero: I figured I could get more done in here... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gets some cold proteins and vegetables from the cold unit :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Mumbles :: Wonder if they have any Kol'vat like spice... maybe an oil... Scott Coleridge: ::takes a look at the specs:: Annisha: :: walks over to her father :: Rough day at work? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: swirls a flask of oil around :: This might do. Annisha: :: tugs at this sleeve :: Hmm? Scott Coleridge: ::understands some of the basic molecular stuff, but doesn't grasp the full intricacy:: How long will this take to be effective? Cptn d'Ka: @ Med/Sci> ::checking the specifications sent from Aegis:: mimipavilion: ::enters the lab and listens:: Dacia Sandero: ::Listens too:: Chirakis: ::standing by, listening::: Jylliene: ::dries off, still considering medical or security or both:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down and rubs her head :: Well, there were one hundred and forty-seven issues to fix and I mixed up the repair teams to get people more experience. Took a little longer, but I think it's more flexible. Tarisa: I estimate one to two hours before we see a change. The air might smell a little sweet for a few hours, but it will eventually subside. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Heats the pan and places oil in it :: Scott Coleridge: That's remarkably quickly. Alexis McFarland: ::sits on her bed, reading a holo-manga:: Annisha: Did au do something yourself? Nijil tr'Korjata: No no, not this time. Just watched and answered questions as needed. :: looked at the chrono, sighed :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flicks some water in the pan, watched it sizzle :: Ah, there we go. Chirakis: :::curious at a chemical with sweetness::::: Tarisa: That is just the beginning, it will still take many hours to complete. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: place the protein in the pan. It started to cook :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to teach you to cook. Annisha: With Blubby's au can let them do the hard work. Scott Coleridge: Indeed. I believe Ops and Security have almost finished their plan to contain and evacuate the gremlins, but it's still going to take time to put that into motion. This will buy us time and hopefully prevent further deaths. Dacia Sandero: But it should work, based on our research I think. Jylliene: ::sends a quick message to medical, referencing the dreams he had mentioned before, and had referred to again this evening:: Cptn d'Ka: @ Mec/Sci> :::working on it, exchanging information::: Tarisa: ::Nods:: Once Engineering finishes configuration, the process can then begin immediately. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: scoffs :: It brings people together. Who does not like a good meal. I would need you to finish this if I can't. Maybe I'll faint for a moment. I did just get off a shift. Annisha: But au were on your butt the whole time, au just told me. Chirakis: :::pondering::: Commander, exactly what would make this.... concoction... sweet? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat around :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Be a sweetie and mix those cold vegetables together. Annisha: Swee- sure father. :: mixes them in a large bowel :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his PADD again for the time :: Annisha: Late to be somewhere again? mimipavilion: ::receives a message about Nijil from Jylliene and raises a brow:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks at her progress and considers her question :: That's one way to put it. Work stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat again :: Tarisa: It is the glucose molecules. It will not be as strong to those that are not sensitive to smell. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: flips the meat high in the air :: Annisha: Wow, when did au learn that? Won't it fall to the floor? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not if you have had enough practice. :: flips again :: Chirakis: ...and glucose has a sweetness. Annisha: :: Looks at his padd :: Hmm, it's counting up now. Chirakis: :::sudden thought::: Commander, is glucose used to make chocolate? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks sad :: Yeah. Tarisa: When mixed in this formula, yes. The main base of this concoction is still dairy fat and sugar. Just more refined. Nijil tr'Korjata: Jylliene honey, how spicy do you wish this dish? Alexis McFarland: ::eating yogurt:: Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't like where Chirakis is going with this:: Tarisa: In chocolate? ::Thinks:: I believe some recipes contain sugar, yes. Annisha: I want it spicy. Jylliene: ::calls out:: Whatever Annisha wants. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at Annisha :: Like your personality. Nijil tr'Korjata: Get the stuff then... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: :: goes to the cabinet, get a tube out, unscrews the top :: mimipavilion: ::nods as well:: Chirakis: :::slow, thoughtful nod::: Interesting. Our gremlins love chocolate, but so do many other species. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: gets it from Annisha :: Thanks. :: Adds the vegetables and spices everything :: Here we go. Annisha, splash some more oil in there. :: sizzle :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks:: Not right now Muuhi... :: Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: Thank you, Commander. ::Scott:: I will be in CnC. Jylliene: ::wonders...considers sending to Garand...but really wants to run the whole thing by someone else first. Leaves it just with medical for right this moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Need to cook the vegetables. Crispy, not overcooked.. drains the nutrients. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Nijil tr'Korjata: I suspect this Blubby's place has no nutrients to drain. Chirakis: ::exits to the lift::: CnC. Annisha: Can I flip it high in the air? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks :: No. Chirakis: ::steps out in the CnC, nods to the watch commander and enters her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Here. :: Grabs a green veg with a fork and places it right in Annisha's mouth :: Chew. Annisha: Hmmhmgh.. :: chews :: More.. Nijil tr'Korjata: JyJy...come taste. Jylliene: ::from the bathroom:: I will, almost done:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Do you need any other resources to finish distributing the cure? Nijil tr'Korjata: Could be too smoky in flavor. Jylliene: ::sends a memo to Chirakis, attaching what she sent to medical, and including a few extra details:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: We just await consent for engineering to begin configuration. We have already begun producing the canisters. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile, have you paged through the information forwarded to us?}} Jylliene: ::then hurriedly dresses and steps out:: What did you make? It smells wonderful. Chirakis: ::looks up from her desk::: {{I have. Why do you ask?}} Nijil tr'Korjata: An old family recipe. Scott Coleridge: Then it sounds like I should go bother engineering next! Scott Coleridge: I must away. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: offers her a sample of the veg :: Is this too smoky? I can't rightly tell. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{ Interested in its makeup. Very interested.}} Jylliene: ::has a seat, tries a bite...:: I wouldn't say too smoky - I like it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I have to match spices I'm not used to, so it's all estimation. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Check the padd again, frowns, then goes back to cooking :: Jylliene: ::wonders what in the elements is going on, since he stocked the kitchen himself for Rihan cooking:: Annisha: Has grammy been teaching au cooking again? Jylliene: ::nods:: You've done well Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh I cook all the time, don't I? Chirakis: ::::turns to the command console to receive information from both Command and October::: Annisha: Some, I guess Jylliene: Quite often ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh good. :: is relived :: Alexis McFarland: ::munches on a tube root:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Good to be a well-rounded Rihan. Chirakis: :::stunned::: Jylliene: ::is just.so.confused.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Or one with a little spice :: looks to Annisha :: Scott Coleridge: ::vanishes into the ether, I mean, turbolift:: Chirakis: (are you sure it was the lift and not the ether?) Alexis McFarland: :Still munching on tube root, returns to playing her harp and moves her head side to side with the tempo as she does:: Jylliene: ::continues eating:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's like your music playing. Keeps me grounded, gets my mind off thinking of spacial anomalies, wormholes... engineering stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: removes the pan from the heat, gets plates, a large spoon, and forks :: Chirakis: ::passing that information on to Garand and Scott::: Jylliene: ((oh, didn't realize we didn't have the food in front of us yet. Sorry!)) Nijil tr'Korjata: (( figured you just rushed to the pan)) Chirakis: :::assuming that Task Force Missouri has also received it::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Jylliene: ((She's hungry, but not so hungry as to charge the pan, LOL)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looked deeply into Jylliene's eyes, wondering if he would have to break his silence. :: mimipavilion: ::looking at the message she received from Jylliene again a little closer:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well, TBS will be until the next morning - 0700 - so get a good sleep. Chirakis: Commander, words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |6 March 2020 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis’ personnel have come across part of the virus cure. Looking for a test that would neutralize the effects of the Gremlin’s spray that has been plaguing the station, a drop of ice cream fell into a dish of antitoxin and produced a positive result. Another piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. USS Missouri continues to collaborate with Aegis in finding a cure. Genetically modified gremlins aboard Missouri have more potent pathogens. The pathogenic area is under quarantine. Although Aegis personnel have suffered weakness, strange dreams, and hallucinations, 37 of Missouri’s personnel have perished.