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Chirakis

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  1. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/26/17=/\= 27 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.087 TBS was 8 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6 am) Aegis Local. Lawliet and the station are safe from Treevian interference. The Droid Cores have left. We are left wondering if they were friendly, hostile, or merely curious. The crew has had a good rest and is coming on duty. =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Dacia Sandero: ::sleeping in bio bed:: Chirakis: ::enters the CnC:: Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: mimipavilion: ::arriving in medical, after getting a good night's rest:: Alexis McFarland: ::Still asleep as well, snuggles with Miana:: Chirakis: ::Pause for threat assessment, then notes the light above the captain's office::: Jylliene: ::arrives at CnC with a cup of coffee:: Chirakis: ::nod to Jyl:: Commander. Tarisa: Miana> ::purring.:: Jylliene: Captain. Lawliet: ::sleeping in his biobed:: Scott Coleridge: ::in his office, finishing up some reports:: KelsaViegnor: ::reading morning news reports, reclined in bed with a cup of tea:: mimipavilion: ::is handed a PADD by a doctor that is relieved and looks over it:: Tarisa: ::In the lab a little earlier this morning. She was sipping on a tea while looking at some data.:: mimipavilion: ::is glad that Dacia and Lawliet got some sleep and are still asleep:: Jylliene: ::looks over reports from the overnight:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In the morning things are not awake :: Alexis McFarland: ::petting Miana behind the ears in her sleep, like a kitty:: mimipavilion: ::decides to into her office for a bit do deal with some paperwork:: Chirakis: ::notes that she is the ranking officer, so she relieves the DO::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail swishing happily as she snuggled tighter.:: Annisha: :: Annisha decided to stay in her own bed that last night...her friends where...wier...unique...there, the translator fixed it :: Jylliene: ::pagepagepagepage through, nods in satisfaction, checks current statuses:: Chirakis: ::and begins a check of the area, calling for progress reports occasionally and checking for various other things::: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes reviewing reports from the previous night's shift, checks if anything else needs his attention:: Jylliene: Captain? Chirakis: ::secure in knowing that Cdr Kital will inform her of anything amiss::: Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis, then puts a map onscreen:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Commander. Chirakis: ::looks up a the map::: Jylliene: Droid ship.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Walking early morning on the commerce level, the smell of coffee and Raktajino fills the air. As she walked she wondered why every corner needed a cafe :: Chirakis: Interesting. Jylliene: It's stopped a few light years out. Mostly powered down. Jylliene: Just sitting there. Jylliene: ::indicates the faint signature:: Chirakis: Keep us at yellow alert. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne enters the CnC, he himself with a tall cup of coffee :: I swore I would never again, but here I am... Chirakis: Any hostile indication? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs into his station :: Chirakis: ::notes Cayne entering::: Lawliet: ::bolts straight up gasping for breath:: Jylliene: Nothing at all. If we didn't know it was there from tracking its departure route, we'd probably not even see it. Jylliene: Or not without deliberate sensor scans. Jylliene: It's just sitting. Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Key in on the droid ship and monitor it closely. Jylliene: ::nods:: Lawliet: ::looks around...a bit disoriented:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office:: mimipavilion: ::finishes with a report, sends it and goes checks on Lawliet and Dacia:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, get me a full scan of the ship and its area. Chirakis: :::nod:: Captain, Ramson. Strange happenings with the droid ship. Lawliet: ::holds his hand to his chest...trying to calm down:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: I noticed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye. :: his display zoom and enhanced to the section of space the Droid Core ship resided. :: mimipavilion: ::enters the room their in and sees Lawliet up, breathing irregular::softly:: Is something wrong Lawliet? Tarisa: ::Sips as she looks at the passive logs of TKR-117:: Chirakis: It seems to be dead in space a few light years out. We are at yellow alert. Commander Cayne is investigating. KelsaViegnor: ::taking her time. Never did get used to sleeping in since retiring, but the more relaxed mornings, well - that, she liked quite a bit.:: Lawliet: ::looks over at mimi:: I'm not sure...I guess I had a nightmare. Scott Coleridge: ::steps out into the CnC:: Kallah Ramson: Possibly they noticed our attempt to track their link and are conferring privately. Or....just waiting for something. mimipavilion: Want to talk to me about it? Annisha: :: Goes up to her father and looking at the time :: Hey, um, yeah, can au take me to the docking area of the station? I want to see ships come in. Alexis McFarland: ::zzz.. fluffy:: Jylliene: Maybe we surprised them, and they're sitting and thinking of their next move. Or next several moves. Lawliet: I don't really recall...exactly. ::takes a moment to search his thoughts:: I think someone was watching me....other than that I can't be certain. Scott Coleridge: ::walks up next to Ramson and Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: To Annisha :: It's been so long since au last wanted, but sure. Let me get into my uniform and not this tiny horse nightwear au got me... :: goes to change :: Dacia Sandero: ::yawns and begins to wake up, took a second to realise where she was:: Chirakis: (test) mimipavilion: ::Lawliet:: If you do want to talk let me know. Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Scott:: G'mornin Commander. Dacia Sandero: Morning? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No significant activity from their ship. KelsaViegnor: ::pulls up another news report, reads:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Status of the ship in orbit of TKR-117? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Changed :: Lawliet: ::looking indifferent:: I am talking to you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (different ship than the one that left us?) Tarisa: ::Turns off her console and disposes of her cup before leaving the lab.:: Scott Coleridge: Any word on how Commander Lawliet is doing? mimipavilion: ::nods:: true. I didn't know if you want to have some time to gather your thoughts or what. Kallah Ramson: (droid ship is just in open space. We do not fully know there is a ship in orbit, only that the droids’ link goes to a point in orbit of 117 ) Lawliet: About what? It was just a dream. Tarisa: ::Grabs the closest lift:: mimipavilion: Sometimes dreams can mean something or as you said, it’s just a dream Tarisa: ::Steps out onto the CnC when the lift stops.:: Lawliet: I suppose. ::stretches and yawns:: So, anything new on our guests? Dacia Sandero: ::listens in as well:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: At this range it is difficult to tell... We need to get a ship there to be sure. mimipavilion: If you mean the droids, they left last night. Dacia Sandero: Oh, did they? Tarisa: ::Goes to the SCI console.:: Jylliene: ::drinks her coffee:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Yep Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Leaves with Annisha to watch ships come in :: Au know we are at yellow alert and ships may be prevented from docking. Lawliet: Oh. Okay. What's next on the agenda? Dacia Sandero: Hmm. How 'bout that then? Annisha: :: Agasp :: Oh na, what about...err, ships that are due to arrive? mimipavilion: If you like I could check you two out and see about releasing you Nijil tr'Korjata: They are told to hold position or are diverted. Dacia Sandero: OK mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder and starts with Lawliet:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is no significant subspace activity between them if our listening posts are accurate. Lawliet: ::sits up right:: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne:: Dacia Sandero: ::Sits up as well:: Tarisa: ::Curious.:: May I make an active scan, since our people seem to be free of influence at the moment? Kallah Ramson: Yet another mystery hanging over Aegis. I think we have one for each star in the night’s sky. KelsaViegnor: ::sits up straighter in increased interest in one of the news reports, scans the names listed:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: what are the armaments on the Droid ship? Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Have we lost all contact through your virus? Chirakis: Indeed, Captain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Fore and aft phaser array, comparable to a Akira class vessel, along with torpedo banks ventral and dorsal. mimipavilion: ::finishes scanning Lawliet:: Alright you are cleared for duty, as I see no current issues. If you do feeling anything odd, come back to medical. Ok. Chirakis: Presently armed? Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: That's correct. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If I had to guess they are more armed for disabling a target and getting away. Chirakis: ::nods, mulling that over::: Lawliet: ::nods:: Understood. mimipavilion: ::nods and walks over Dacia and begins scanning her:: Lawliet: ::walks out and heads into the nearby turbolift:: Senior Officers Quarters. KelsaViegnor: ::exhales in relief, continues scanning through the news:: mimipavilion: ::finishes scanning her:: You are also cleared for duty, I don't see anything wrong. If you feel anything off let me know Dacia Sandero: Great, thank you. Will do. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Are you considering another mission to TKR-117? Lawliet: ::gets off the turbolift and enters his quarters:: Jylliene: ::hopes not, but imagines that may well be in the near future:: Chirakis: ::looks to the captain, hoping she says no::: mimipavilion: ::smiles and heads to her office to update their files and send a report to the CnC:: Kallah Ramson: Pondering it. I'm fine with the Droids musing alone in space. I am worried mostly about maintaining the planet as restricted space. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reaches where most of the ships dock :: Annisha: Won't they miss au at work? Lawliet: ::freshens up for a minute before returning to work:: Chirakis: ::moves closer to Ramson:: Captain, if I may? Nijil tr'Korjata: Well...no.. Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Yes? Dacia Sandero: ::not far to go, goes to a break room where she has some tea, replicates a new uniform and changes in one of the changing rooms:: Chirakis: Given the protection we have from the Athra, who are the avid guardians of TKR-117, I would say that the droid handlers are more curious than harmful. mimipavilion: ::finishes the updates, writes the update report on Lawliet and Dacia and sends it to the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::on the other hand, is still asleep, and still snuggling Miana, petting her furry head:: Chirakis: Otherwise, they would have been confronted. Dacia Sandero: ::sighs, having a quick breakfast:: Lawliet: ::puts on a clean uniform and heads out:: Scott Coleridge: It seems like they are trying to explore different options for dealing with Alien Alliance Annisha: Au know who I'd like to see? Vulcans...don't au? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking out the window into deep space :: Um, sure, who doesn't? Lawliet: :::walks into the turbolift:: CnC. Annisha: :: Looking up at him with her big eyes :: Can au see if any are here? Chirakis: ::Nods agreement to Scott::: Jylliene: ::ponders, eyes the screen, then returns attention to her console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Get his padd :: Okay...au are in luck... there is a ship 3 light years out on a slow approach to us. Annisha: :: Her face lights up :: Really!? I mean great.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Now that we know something is there, we can keep an eye on it. We can send a ship to investigate if it starts doing something. It's when the ship, or whatever it is, moves on to parts unknown that we might need to start wondering. Chirakis: (10:40 PM) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are there any ships near 117? Lawliet: ::steps onto the CnC:: Morning. Kallah Ramson: ::listening. Pondering::: Jylliene: ::glances toward Lawliet, nods and smiles in greeting:: Chirakis: None of which we are aware. Are you detecting any? Tarisa: ::Ear perks up at the newcomer to CnC.:: Chirakis: True, Commander. ::Scott:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Commander Lawliet. You look well. Lawliet: ::turns to Chirakis:: Never better. Have I missed anything interesting? Scott Coleridge: ::Commander:: Dr. Pavilion has given you a clean bill of health? Kallah Ramson: ::Lawliet:: Morning. I do hope you're not trying to report for duty yet. We still have your access codes locked out. Dacia Sandero: ::returns to duty, feeling quite better now:: Chirakis: ::just a bit uneasy concerning that::: Lawliet: ::about to reply to scott's comment and looks at Ramson in confusion:: Since when does spending the night in medical result in having one's codes locked? Chirakis: ::curious::: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head.:: Chirakis: ::and not a little suspicious::: Kallah Ramson: When an alien presence starts scanning your mind... it's best to reset a few passwords. Scott Coleridge: There was a... breach. Lawliet: ::looks around him and notices the looks he's getting:: I'm sorry? What are talking about? Tarisa: You were using your codes to access the computer core last night... Chirakis: ::Moves to her personal console to go about her business::: Annisha: :: Annisha holds onto her father's arm and rests her head on him as they both watch the stars together :: Lawliet: ::looks over at Tarisa:: I was? Tarisa: ::Nods, frowning.:: Scott Coleridge: You were hacked. It was actually rather cool. Jylliene: ::is confused, but this is not surprising to her. Things get confusing quickly where telepathic stuff is involved.:: Jylliene: ::is glad she is NOT.:: Kallah Ramson: You went through something like I did when the Droids scanned and copied me. Lawliet: What do you mean I was hacked? Kallah Ramson: ::looking at Lawliet:: Which is why I said not to try listening in on their link this time. KelsaViegnor: ::stretches, figures she'd better start to get ready for the day:: Chirakis: (10:50 PM) Lawliet: .....I was copied? Kallah Ramson: Hopefully we stopped the link in time. Kallah Ramson: But in case we weren't, your codes have been blocked. Lawliet: ::looks off in disbelief:: Why didn't Doctor Pavilion say anything? Kallah Ramson: Perhaps it's best you stay off duty until you've had another day of rest. Scott Coleridge: And then a day or two of light duty under observation until we clear him for full duties? Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Lawliet: ::looks at the command staff and sighs:: I understand. Tarisa: ::Frowns.:: Chirakis: (10:55 PM) Alexis McFarland: ::still sleeping with Miana.. :: ZZzzz Lawliet: ::looks over at Tarisa:: Lt, I would appreciate a copy of the recent department status sent to my quarters. ::looks back at Ramson :: With your permission. Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Making a flight plan in case they want to visit 117 Lawliet: ::nods at Tarisa and walks back to the turbolift:: Chirakis: ::Lawliet:: I will walk you to your quarters, Commander ::steps in beside him::: Tarisa: ::Prepares the file.:: Chirakis: ::in the lift, after the doors close,:: Commander, do you remember anything of your encounter? Anything at all? Lawliet: ::looks over at Chirakis:: I had this dream...at least I thought it was a dream. I felt as if I were being watched. Chirakis: If you would, recall everything you can about the dream, in detail. Chirakis: There could be a valuable piece of information in there, whether or not you realize it. Lawliet: ::nods:: I'll do my best, but let’s continue this in my quarters. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Let's alter the normal patrols to make scanning sweeps of the TKR system. Otherwise, stand down from Yellow alert. Chirakis: Also, it is standard procedure in a situation such as this, to monitor every move you make for the next few days. Annisha: I love au father... Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis with a smirk:: Don't you do that regardless? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked surprised :: Chirakis: That would be all communications and every move outside your quarters. Chirakis: No, not normally. Kallah Ramson: Maybe we can have normal for a few days. I'm sure it's time to replace all the lights in the alert signs. Alexis McFarland: ::alexis loves annisha too:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office:: Jylliene: ::holds back a snicker:: Chirakis: Only in situations of possible security breaches. Chirakis: =/\=PAUSE SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=PAUSE SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=PAUSE SIM=/\= Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 36 hours. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don't forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 26 May 2017 27 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.087 TBS is 8 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6:00 AM) Aegis local. Whomever or whatever is directing the Droid Cores attempted to take control of Lawliet. They were somewhat successful, but the connection was cut just before they could succeed. At that, the Droid Cores have left Aegis. Was their purpose friendly, hostile, or somewhere between? Were they trying to understand us better so they could manipulate us into attacking the Alliance for them?
  3. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/19/17 10:02 PM=/\= 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 5 minutes. The time is 2100 hours (9:00 pm) Aegis local. The Droid handlers ("the entity") are in orbit of TKR-117. Cdr Cayne is investigating how the Droids communicate among themselves. LtCdr Lawliet is in sick bay, telepathically surrounded by ethereal beings. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= KelsaViegnor: ::closes up shop:: Chirakis: ::CnC, staring at the screen::: mimipavilion: ::on her way to her quarters:: Kallah Ramson: ::on CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, aux OPS::: Dacia Sandero: ::still resting in sickbay, watching her PADD and sipping some green tea:: Lawliet: ::looking around at the figures surrounding him:: Jylliene: ::arrives at her quarters:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his console :: mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::monitoring Lawliet:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Plops back down on Alexis' floor.:: That lady was nice. Scott Coleridge: ::CnC:: So. TKR-117. Again. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil is flat on the floor of his quarters :: Tarisa: ::At SCI station, seeing what she can get on sensors.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sitting on her couch just behind Miana:: Mm. Yes, she was nice. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders, enters a few notes - raise for Gila.:: Lawliet: ::decides to speak out again:: Who's there? Can you understand me? mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard> Nurse call for Dr. Pavilion. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks back.:: Who was she again? Chirakis: ::deep in thought:: Jylliene: ::Looks at Nijil:: E'lev? Nijil tr'Korjata: Ugh... Kallah Ramson: Well. This could be a problem. ::looking at the screen:: mimipavilion: Nurse>::nods and exits the room:: Fletcher Jackson: ::or maybe at main OPS::: mimipavilion: Nurse>+Med+ Medical to Dr. Pavilion Alexis McFarland: She was the Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Pavillion. She was telling me how my Neemah was doing? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, you seem occupied. Tarisa: Miana> Oooohh... mimipavilion: ::sighs:: +Nurse+ Go ahead. Chirakis: ::Ramson, Coleridge:: Friend or foe? Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne:: Curious, Commander. Alexis McFarland: Dacia seems to be doing fine, but I still don't know what made her sick. She didn't tell me. Lawliet: ::decides to take a few steps toward the perimeter:: mimipavilion: Nurse>+Pavilion+ You might want to come to medical it's Mr. Lawliet. mimipavilion: ::stops:: +Nurse+ I'm on my way. Tarisa: ::Trying to get what she can from passive scans, cause she is unsure if active might spook them.:: Chirakis: ::thinking aloud:: We believed the Droids to be with the Treevians, but I doubt they would safely be in orbit of TKR-117. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Regarding? :: He asked, studying the actions of the Droids. He was collecting instances when he believed they were communicating without our ability to intercept. :: mimipavilion: ::enters a near-by tl and orders it to medical:: Chirakis: The Guardians would not allow it, I believe. Jylliene: Nijil? Nijil tr'Korjata: Jy? Jylliene: What are you doing on the floor? Tarisa: Miana> Maybe it would make you worry? Kallah Ramson: Something perhaps has changed. Nijil tr'Korjata: Don't worry, Annisha is in her room.. Chirakis: Perhaps. Nijil tr'Korjata: Tired.. KelsaViegnor: ::meanders back to her quarters, thinking of ideas for dinner:: Alexis McFarland: ::Slides off the couch and onto the floor next to Miana:: I suppose so. Jylliene: That's good. Still doesn't answer my question, though. mimipavilion: ::exits the tl into medical and heads for Dacia and Lawliet's room:: Update. Lawliet: ::walks around the circle and tries to make out any of the figures...listening to their voices in turn:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are the Treevians a fragile species? Alexis McFarland: (i am groot!) Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The feeling of eyes watching follow Lawliet as he moves around Chirakis: ::as she regards the screen:: Unknown, Commander, but I believe they are not. mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard> He's using his telepathic abilities again. Nijil tr'Korjata: I walked too much, feet hurt. Jylliene: Ah. Tarisa: They are quite large. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Told him not to do that. Chirakis: They are unable to leave their home planet, so they use the droids to "explore"... but this puts a different light on everything. mimipavilion: ::Lawliet:: Can you hear me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: You know, I believe the Droids communicate with each other as I am seeing, but even if that is the case the messages are still unknown to us. Nijil tr'Korjata: Help me up? Chirakis: Um... ::turns to face him:: You said you knew how they communicate among their group. Explain. Jylliene: ::ponders the possibility that she'll end up injured and on the floor:: Alexis McFarland: ::lies on the floor:: Jylliene: ::extends her hand to Nijil:: Lawliet: ::continues to walk:: I am Lt. Commander Lawliet. Chief Science Officer of Sky Harbor Aegis. Is there someone I can talk with? Communicate with? KelsaViegnor: ::arrives and makes a cup of tea:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think they face each other or at different angles and have a direct line of sight beam... mimipavilion: ::gets no response:: Dacia feel up to helping a bit? Dacia Sandero: ::sipping her tea:: Dacia Sandero: Oh? Okay. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A beam we can't intercept unless we are right in between them, but that would be obvious. Chirakis: Interesting. Have you any idea what would happen if they could not communicate among themselves? Jylliene: ::seeing him flail his arm in her general direction, grabs his hand and pulls:: Dacia Sandero: ::puts down her cup and closes her eyes, trying to establish a link up with Lawliet:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Any progression of the virus? Is this the terminus or simply a relay? Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Inconclusive. I could attempt to find out, but doing so might alert the droid cores to the virus' existence. Kallah Ramson: Best not tip our hat yet. KelsaViegnor: ::sits down on her lounge, selects a novel and finds her place:: Dacia Sandero: Not getting anything, yet. I'll see if I can try a bit harder. Jylliene: ::grabs Nijil's other hand too, and pulls harder:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Sits at her place and reads a novel with the stars beyond the window :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think passing information to their 'owners' would take longer mimipavilion: ::nods:: Be careful. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or they could not pass along information they don't want us having. Jylliene: ::considers the possibility of just tossing him a pillow if she can't get him upright - or dragging him to the bed. By his feet. Because.:: Lawliet: ::looks around again...trying to make any visual identification:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I've not met any of them or asked direct questions, so I can only do so much...not that they have body language Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Silence answers Lawliet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up :: Thanks. :: He stares at her for a moment and hugs her tightly, not letting go :: Jylliene: You're welcome. Chirakis: ::ponders Cayne's remark:: Jylliene: ::hug:: Scott Coleridge: Maybe we could prod the droid cores again, get a reaction? Kallah Ramson: ::ponders that:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Prodding is not without risk. Chirakis: Captain... Dacia Sandero: ::tries to call out to Lawliet, but not getting an answer:: I can't seem to get a link to him. All I'm seeing is darkness. Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards Chirakis:: Lawliet: ::considers that the lifeforms are either unable to communicate or unwilling...for the time being:: Nijil tr'Korjata: (drink) Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD:: KelsaViegnor: ::flips to the more interesting section, where the action picks up:: Chirakis: What is the possibility, in your estimation, that the Guardians are using the droids? mimipavilion: Ok. Thanks Dacia. Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: mimipavilion: ::tries again verbally:: Lawliet can you hear me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Looks at her diffuser, pumping out unknown scents from the mystery bottle :: Dacia Sandero: Well, it was worth a try. Lawliet: ::returns to the middle of the circle and sits down in meditation...listening....waiting:: mimipavilion: ::dacia:: that's true. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Me? Anything is possible, but this does not seem how the Guardians operate. Kallah Ramson: Possible, but the droids pattern of action doesn't match. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Lets Jy go :: Chirakis: ::Ramson, Cayne:: Agreed. Jylliene: Have you eaten? mimipavilion: ::sighs:: +Ramson+ Pavilion to Captain Ramson. Nijil tr'Korjata: Over the course of my life many times.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: grins :: Kallah Ramson: +Mimi+ Go ahead. Jylliene: ::shoves at his arm:: Jylliene: You know what I mean. Alexis McFarland: ::eating a slice of mango:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have na. Jylliene: (maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaango...) Alexis McFarland: (since I have some in my kitchen) Kallah Ramson: ACTION> A basic series of tones and lights appear in front of Lawliet's vision. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tails swishes as she too eats fruit.:: Annisha: :: Reading.. everyone is reading :: mimipavilion: +Ramson+ Seems that Mr. Lawliet is in contact with someone or something. I'm unable to get any verbal response. Dacia was also unable get a response as well. Jylliene: ::goes to the replicator:: beef, mixed Romulan vegetables? Alexis McFarland: These mangoes are nice. They're not replicated; Dacia got them at a vendor here who gets them shipped from Earth. Tarisa: ((Totally have the theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kind in my head now.)) Chirakis: (As do I.) Lawliet: ::allows the sounds and patterns to proceed naturally:: Jylliene: ((GMTA, Tarisa. Or "There are four lights", either one) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I so wish I could just ask directly. It's one thing when you are on a mission in hostile territory, but when they are in our 'house'... Chirakis: +Mimi+ Does he seem to be in danger? mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ I don't think so, we are monitoring him. Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne:: I doubt they are hostile, Commander. Tarisa: ((As a matter of fact, I'll just bring it up on iTunes now. lol )) Nijil tr'Korjata: That's fine. With the action around here I've not felt particularly attached to any one food. Kallah Ramson: +Mimi+ What? Not good, not good at all Doctor. Chirakis: As powerful as they appear to be, we would already be gone if they were hostile. Jylliene: ::eyes him:: I think the honeymoon will do you some good, just in getting away from the station for a bit. Annisha: :: Using her padd to play with pictures of her and her friends. Putting ears on herself, black hair on Miana... ::: Jylliene: ::orders up the food on the replicator:: mimipavilion: +Ramson+ I am concerned as well. Lawliet: ::decides to start tapping his hands...left for lights, right for tones:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits at the table :: Thinking of that, were are we going? Chirakis: ::turns to Ramson, speaking confidentially:: Are you able to intercede? KelsaViegnor: ::totally absorbed in the story now:: Alexis McFarland: ::joins the club, reading some story on her PADD:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Looks at who wrote the book. A Elim Garak.... :: Him? This could all be untrue... ugh. :: looks over the book :: Jylliene: That resort, remember? ::pulls up the info on the display:: Kallah Ramson: +Mimi+ Try to bring him out of it. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh yes.. many in the Federation like it. mimipavilion: +Ramson+ Understood. Jylliene: Beaches and mountains, all within a very short ride of the rooms. Nijil tr'Korjata: Has there ever been a Rihan on the planet? Do I have to pretend I'm a Vulcan? Scott Coleridge: ::continuing to monitor the results from the virus Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: I could, but not in a manner that would be helpful in the long run. Jylliene: You'll be fine, I'm sure. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks over the display :: It even has a beach atop a mountain range... Chirakis: ::nods understanding::: mimipavilion: ::Lawliet:: I need you to talk to me. ::shakes him slightly:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes :: referring to the virus :: How is that going>? Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Light pattern repeats. Annisha: :: Makes a series of videos showing Miana dancing all over the station to the same song, sends it to Alexis and Miana :: Lawliet: ::hears mimi's voice:: PADD. mimipavilion: ::shocked:: Alright. But you need to come out of the trance. Captains orders. Alexis McFarland: ::rests on Miana, her PADD pings:: Hmm, what is this? ::clicks on the link and runs the video:: Heh.... funny. Lawliet: ::shakes head:: Need to record... Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up and looks at the PADD. She starts to giggle.:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Scott:: Progress? Annisha: +Miana+Alexis+ MSG: We should get all of us digitized for the holodeck. mimipavilion: Don't make me sedate you. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Security reports in, the Droid delegates have left the meeting room and appear to be returning to their ship. Scott Coleridge: The virus is allowing me to map out how the cores are communicating, but not exactly what they're doing. It seems, though, like the amount of communication is spiking. Lawliet: ::takes a deep breath:: .....Doctor, please. Alexis McFarland: MSG: That would be fun ~~ ::bunch of cutesy emojis:: Jylliene: Yes; it's lakefront, not oceanside, but regardless, a lovely place to relax. Fletcher Jackson: Captain, Security reports that the droids are returning to their ship. mimipavilion: Seriously, Lawliet. This needs to stop. You should be resting, not working. Chirakis: ::looks down at her padd, nods affirmative::: Keep the droids here, or allow them to go? KelsaViegnor: ::sips her tea, sighs in relaxation:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinks his tea :: I spent so much of my youth on a farm.. the fresh air, but...that's gone... Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Keep monitoring. Scott Coleridge: Will do. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are we able to track their ship? Kallah Ramson: ::Ops:: Allow them to return. If they request to depart, let them go. Jylliene: This will be a chance to take in some fresh air and green surroundings again. Without being on an away mission. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, Captain. ::sends the message to security:: Scott Coleridge: Comm activity has levelled off now. It's as if they've made a decision, and now they've stopped talking about it. Lawliet: I'm seeing something, but I can't recall it from memory. I only need one minute. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Just keep a watch on their ship if they leave, Commander. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: How long can you monitor the virus once they leave? mimipavilion: ::keeps an eye on him:: Really? Scott Coleridge: As long as a core remains within range of our sensor grid, so.. :: does a quick calculation:: until they're about 2 light-years away. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye... Let me know if you wish to paint it. Lawliet: ::nods:: Chirakis: Not yet. That could disrupt their procedure and cause more problems than we want to face. mimipavilion: ::stares him down:: Chirakis: Some could misconstrue that to mean targeting, and we don't want to start a war. Chirakis: Although... in earlier times, it was targeting. ::wry grin:: Kallah Ramson: One war at a time please. Lawliet: ::reaches out:: PADD. Jylliene: ::indicates the food, which she has brought to the table:: Dinner. Eat, e'lev. Chirakis: Of course, Captain. mimipavilion: ::hands him the PADD:: mimipavilion: You got one minute Chirakis: ::absently, to Cayne:: It's curious that from the 21st century and into the 22nd, painting was the preferred method of remote targeting. Now we have better means. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Well, it's the meaning that gets across.. Chirakis: Then again, we don't want to provoke anything. Chirakis: Indeed. Lawliet: ::as he hold the PADD, he brings up a display and begins tapping the sequence:: Tarisa: Miana> Oh yeah. Does Annisha still have those holodeck tickets? I wonder if they expire. Alexis McFarland: I don't think they did. Lawliet: ::trying to keep up with both the lights and tones:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> As the Lawliet enters the sequence into the PADD, it responds with an ID ping as if entered a command. Jylliene: ::begins to eat her food:: I take it you had a long day? Kallah Ramson: ACTION> light pattern repeats, followed by another pattern. Lawliet: ::moves his head:: Doctor, can you make out what I'm entering? Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Droids board their ship. Signal a departure request mimipavilion: ::confused looks:: I want to say a code or something Fletcher Jackson: Droids request permission to depart, Captain. Kallah Ramson: Granted. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Bah, perhaps not enough time to see what they say amongst themselves. Fletcher Jackson: Aye, Captain. +Droid Ship+ Permission to depart. Standard exit corridor. KelsaViegnor: ::puts the book aside, noting her eyelids drooping; gets up and prepares for sleep:: Lawliet: ::considers the options and stops inputting the sequence:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The patterns Lawliet enters into the PADD keep activating basic computer commands into the PADD. Mostly ID requests and server pings. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Perhaps not, but we did get information on their communication system. mimipavilion: What's going on? Jylliene: ::continues her dinner:: mimipavilion: +Ramson+ Pavilion to Ramson Kallah Ramson: +Mimi+ Go ahead. Nijil tr'Korjata: I do want to cook for au on our get away, I don't get to much here in these quarters. Lawliet: ::opens his eyes and looks down at the PADD:: These are...Computer, identify commands input on this PADD. Jylliene: I'd enjoy that. You cook very well. ::smiles:: Chirakis: ::alert on the padd at her side:: Alexis McFarland: ::yawns:: mimipavilion: +Ramson+ I think Lawliet entered some kind of computer code into a padd. Chirakis: ::Scott:: Commander, you did secure the station's computer system, did you not? Alexis McFarland: ::watching some more videos on her PADD:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Even with his eyes open, Lawliet can see the patterns. They repeat. Then, a new pattern appears. It's computer equivalent.... begin formatting target drive. Lawliet: ::looks around:: What....I can still see it. Kallah Ramson: +Mimi+ Get him out of that link! Now! Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, checks OPS console:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Yes, of course. mimipavilion: ::hears the comm:: I'm going to sedate you. ::grabs the hypo and applies it:: Chirakis: Put up every firewall you have. I have a system alert on my PADD, from security. Tarisa: Miana> ::Had fallen asleep on Alexis' shoulder. Purrs softly.:: Chirakis: They're attempting a system breach. Scott Coleridge: ::frowns, but does as Chirakis requests:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Suspend Lawliet’s access codes. If they're doing what they tried with me they'll have a copy of him as well. Lawliet: ::grunts at the hypo:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Ramson:: Acknowledged. Locking Lawliet out of the system. Tarisa: :;Helps Scott with firewalls.:: Scott Coleridge: ::to himself:: Humanoids. Always the weakest part of the security system. Chirakis: :::Treevians?:::: Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Right now they're not trying to hack our computers. They're trying to hack Lawliet. Alexis McFarland: Mm? ::smiles, wraps her arms around Miana and carries her to her bed nearby:: mimipavilion: ::after applying him and watches him slump back onto the biobed:: Chirakis: ::confused:: Hack... Lawliet? Chirakis: How does one hack a sentient being? Lawliet: ::lies down in a state of uncertainty:: Jylliene: ::enjoying dinner:: Scott Coleridge: Lawliet is locked out. Firewalls are secured. we should be safe for now. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Place memories, erase memories Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Romulans do it mimipavilion: ::sighs and starts pacing:: Alexis McFarland: ::turns off the lights and crawls into bed with Miana:: Mmm.. Chirakis: ::half-turn to Cayne, still puzzled::: Alexis McFarland: ::cuddles:: Goodnight, Miana. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The last image Lawliet sees is a faint image of his own face looking back at him....then the link dissolves into sleep. Tarisa: Miana> ::Mumbles in response. Purrs.:: Lawliet: ::slumps into unconsciousness:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Can they invade anyone else? Alexis McFarland: ::falls asleep as well:: mimipavilion: ::to herself:: not good. Kallah Ramson: ::folds arms:: ::unhappy:: Dacia Sandero: ::the telepathic link with Lawliet tuckered her out, and is now asleep in her biobed:: Chirakis: ::replies to the security team that the situation is resolved::: Kallah Ramson: ::Cayne:: Only telepaths they can make a link with. Thankfully it can not be a forced link. Tarisa: ::Curious:: Last time they did this, with the Captain, they stole a cloaking device. I wonder what they were trying to steal this time... Chirakis: Given his telepathic ability, it could be anything. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Any children telepaths on the station? Scott Coleridge: They've been fixated on "social" information. Maybe they're trying to find weaknesses, or understand us better so they can manipulate us into attacking the Alliance for them. mimipavilion: ::exits the room, turns to the two:: Keep an eye on him mimipavilion: ::both nod:: Chirakis: Are we dealing with the Treevians, then? mimipavilion: ::goes into her office to figure out what just happened:: Alexis McFarland: ::nuzzles Miana as she sleeps.. so warm and fluffy:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Very likely. ::turns towards Scott:: Commander, use your virus as needed. Get whatever info you can before they take countermeasures. Scott Coleridge: Affirmative. Taking the kid gloves off. mimipavilion: ::is very disappointed with herself:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/19/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting. And complicated. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Kallah Ramson: as usual Lawliet: No kidding Alexis McFarland: heh Kallah Ramson: ::chirakis:: they keep coming back so I guess I haven't confused them enough.... or they like it.::shrugs:: Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: Or they are masochistic. Lawliet: that one Kallah Ramson: TBS should be enough to get us to morning. Chirakis: Very well. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Well done as usual. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 19 May 2017 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 5 minutes. The time is 2105 hours (9:05 PM) Aegis local. Cdr Coleridge's memetic virus worked well. When the droids began communication with their handlers, we were able to pinpoint the origin of the communication. What we discovered, however, was not exactly what we expected. Whomever it is, is in orbit of TKR-117. Meanwhile, LtCdr Lawliet took it upon himself to “listen in” on the communication telepathically, and found himself telepathically surrounded by unknown beings.
  5. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/12/17 10:02 PM=/\= 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 2000 hours (8:00 pm) Aegis local. We continue to investigate the true purpose of the Droid Cores. Cdr Cayne is attempting to determine how Droids communicate among themselves. Cdr Coleridge is configuring a virus that should pinpoint the physical location of "the entity". The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::taking OPS main console::: Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Lawliet: ::resting in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay resting, watching some Medieval drama on her iPADD, headphones on of course:: Tarisa: ::At SCI on CnC, she finished up Scott's request.:: Kallah Ramson: ::exits office onto the CnC:: Alexis McFarland: ::in the living room with Chester the pug finishing up her homework assignment and eating the last slice of her pizza:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Captain. Annisha: Au sure like a lot of pizza Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching video of the droid's past room adventures Fletcher Jackson: ::thinks it's awfully quiet at OPS, maybe because it's later?::: Kallah Ramson: Do we have out... gift... to the Droids ready? Alexis McFarland: Pizza is yummy. Chirakis: ::looks to Cayne:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Laying on Alexis' floor with her PADD. Her fluffy white tail waving back and forth.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Puts another notch on his padd's screen :: Scott Coleridge: I have the delivery protocol worked out, Captain. Lawliet: ::sits up and looks around the medical bay:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Do you have the final data? Kallah Ramson: Good. Alexis McFarland: Want anything else to drink or eat? Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: Commander, I have the figures you needed. ::Sends.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain... I have counted three dozen instances of the same face-to-face behavior. Annisha: It is oily. Chirakis: ::listening to Cayne:: Scott Coleridge: ::glances over the information:: Good work. ::Ramson:: We're ready when you are. Alexis McFarland: Good pizza is supposed to be oily. ::finishes her homework assignment and submits it, sigh of relief:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They appear aligned exactly the same each instance Chirakis: ::listens::: Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the fridge and gets some cans of juice and pop:: Kallah Ramson: I'm ready. Lawliet: ::gets up and starts pacing around the biobeds:: Alexis McFarland: ::turns on the holo viewer, which was showing some magical girl anime:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sipping on a jumja juice box, still playing with her PADD.:: Mmmm....how about pudding later? Annisha: Or a spice ball. Alexis McFarland: Sure. I have chocolate, vanilla and tapioca. Alexis McFarland: And spice ball Tarisa: Miana> ::Curious look.:: Spice ball? Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Next time we upload information to the droid cores, then, we can embed this virus with it. This should establish a covert backchannel whereby we will receive information regarding the location of the cores' communications partner. Alexis McFarland: ::lies on the floor next to Miana and Chester who was asleep next to Annisha:: Kallah Ramson: :Cayne:: Let's see if their communing changes any with this next upload. Annisha: A Rihan spice ball.. crust, meat inside, spices throughout.. Alexis McFarland: A ball of spice? I never tried them. Alexis McFarland: Ooooh! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Upload? Alexis McFarland: ::opens a can of cola:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What I don't have in proof of their communication. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: I'm going to meet them now. ::hands a PADD to him:: This is the info we're handing over to them. Tarisa: Miana> Oh, that sounds yummy. Alexis McFarland: Yes yummies. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge is uploading a virus that will piggyback on the information they receive and hopefully pinpoint the location of their conspirator, if there is one. Scott Coleridge: ::looks over the info:: The complete works of Verdi? Annisha: They are not meat now though Scott Coleridge: And— something called "Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2"? Chirakis: ::Coleridge:: Admirable. mimipavilion: ::checks on dacia and Lawliet:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or they have such complicated algorithms that they detect this and our gig is up. Dacia Sandero: ::eats some sickbay jello as she continues her binge watching of Game of Kings:: Scott Coleridge: ::taps his console and the PADD, then hands it back to Ramson:: I've uploaded the virus and embedded it in the data packet. Chirakis: Think positively, Commander. ::Cayne:: Kallah Ramson: ::smiles:: Thank you Commander. mimipavilion: ::sees that Dacia is fine and following orders:: Alexis McFarland: I thought you said it was meat. Kallah Ramson: ::takes the PADD:: Alexis McFarland: ::eats a chip:: Kallah Ramson: ::turns and heads towards the TL:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wants a donut:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I did not survive this long on positive vibes... mimipavilion: ::walks over to Lawliet::softly so not to disturb Dacia:: How are you? Lawliet: ::standing next to the display and sees mimi:: Doctor don't take this the wrong way, but when can we leave? Chirakis: ::wan smile:: True. Alexis McFarland: ::Drops a small sugar donut on the floor, Chester wakes up and promptly eats it:: Fletcher Jackson: (that is so not fair) Alexis McFarland: (lol) mimipavilion: ::Lawliet:: When I determine that you are well enough. You have been through a bit of a shock. Annisha: :: Gets a message on her PADD, she looks :: Oh, it's them! :: types back :: Very well, I will see au when au get here. -Anni <delete> -Nijil Kallah Ramson: ::standing in the TL:: This time we're taking the technological approach. Send word to Medical to have Lawliet and Dacia not "listen" too closely this time. They need to rest. Kallah Ramson: ::TL closes and whooshes off towards the diplomatic section:: Lawliet: Apart from a small headache, I feel fine now. Chirakis: ::steps with Ramson, not about to let her go alone::: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Coleridge to sickbay. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Go ahead. Annisha: I have a surprise for my parents, or father and future mother? Alexis McFarland: Ooh, interesting. Tarisa: Miana> ::Is amazed at how quickly the dog goes from being asleep to snatching the donut.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sighs as Chester ate the donut, hope he doesn't run around all night now:: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Captain Ramson is about to initiate another upload with the droid cores, which should trigger another one of their communication sessions. She's asked Lawliet and Dr. Sandero not to "listen in" this time. We're trying a different approach. Kallah Ramson: ::to chirakis:: How much more of this before the Droids realize we're testing them as much as they are us? mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood. Chirakis: :::as they step out of the lift, the security detail comes to attention when they exit::: Alexis McFarland: Chester> ::goes back to the foot of the couch and curls up again. Goes back to sleep, for he is a very lazy pug:: Kallah Ramson: ::moving towards the meeting room:: Lawliet: ::sighs:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He realizes they can't see a possible beam between them :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Lawliet, while talking to the two:: You heard the Commander, no listening in. You both need your rest. Chirakis: ::motions to two security to follow them::: Dacia Sandero: Roger that ::not looking up from her screen:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tilts her head as she watched the pug.:: Wow mimipavilion: ::Lawilet:: You back to your biobed. Now. Alexis McFarland: Even pugs need an evening snack. Alexis McFarland: Even though I didn't mean to drop that donut. Fletcher Jackson: ::ops officers need an evening snack, too::: Kallah Ramson: ::enters the meeting room:: Delegates. ::nods to the Droids as she stands beside her chair:: Annisha: I hope they like music. :: Watches the dog :: Alexis McFarland: I think he does, yes. Lawliet: Yes Ma'am. ::walks back to his biobed:: mimipavilion: ::watches him:: Chirakis: ::watching and listening::: Kallah Ramson: Droid Kallah> Captain. We have pondered on the information you have given us. It is... difficult to compile and categorize. Lawliet: ::sits down:: Kallah Ramson: Even for us, social norms are hard to completely define. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to see Chirakis :: Kallah Ramson: We are hoping a wide breadth of knowledge will help you understand us more. We do hope to learn more about you as well so we can understand each other and work together as you have asked us to. mimipavilion: ::to both of them:: Alright I'm done for the night. Don't hesitate to ask the nurses for anything... within reason. Goodnight to the both of you. Get some rest. I will see you in the morning. ::Dacia:: I'll go check on Alexis. Chirakis: (I'm with Ramson) Alexis McFarland: Ow.. what is that? Oh... ::rolls over her travel guide to Vulcan and puts it back on the table next to the box of donuts;: Kallah Ramson: ::sents the PADD on the table and pushes it towards the Droids:: Chirakis: ::wondering if Cayne will notice anything different when they begin to communicate with the entity rather than themselves::: Dacia Sandero: Okay, thanks.. Dacia Sandero: Goodnight mimipavilion: No problem. Night. mimipavilion: *::to Dacia:: Scott Coleridge: ::busies himself with more mundane XO duties that he has neglected all day:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Arrives with Chirakis and Ramson :: Kallah Ramson: DK> ::takes the PADD and huddles with the other ChibiDroids:: Kallah Ramson: DK>::begins accessing the info:: Chirakis: ::notes a presence in the room and turns, nodding to Cayne::: mimipavilion: ::exits the room as well as sickbay and orders the tl near Dacia's quarters:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What have I missed? Kallah Ramson: ::tilting head,curiously looking at the Droids:: Chirakis: ::steps back, speaking confidentially:: Captain Ramson has given them data they desired. Alexis McFarland: ::eats a slice of dragon fruit:: mimipavilion: ::exits the tl and heads for the said living quarters:: Chirakis: ::puts a finger to her lips, indicating silence::: Kallah Ramson: DK> ::turns:: We will need time to consider this data as well. mimipavilion: ::rings the chime:: Alexis McFarland: ::hears the chime and heads over the door:: Hello? Alexis McFarland: ::opens door:: Tarisa: Miana> That looks funny. ::Pointing at the fruit.:: Kallah Ramson: We understand. ::glances at Chirakis and Cayne, then begins t move towards the exit:: Alexis McFarland: It's yummy! mimipavilion: ::hears and sees Alexis:: Hi Alexis Alexis McFarland: Oh hello, Doctor. Chirakis: ::following Ramson::: mimipavilion: ::sees the other girls in the room:: Hello girls Tarisa: Miana> :;Ears perk up as she turn her head to the door, watching Alexis run up to it. She sits up from the floor.:: Kallah Ramson: DK>::huddles back with the other ChibiDroids:: Chirakis: ::motions to Cayne:: Tarisa: Miana> Hello Chirakis: ::the security detail exits last::: mimipavilion: ::Alexis:: May I come in for a bit. Kallah Ramson: +TAP+ Commander Coleridge, the data has been handed over. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, sure. How's Dacia doing? Scott Coleridge: +Ramson+ Acknowledged. We're ready to receive the signal once the droid cores begin communicating mimipavilion: She's better. She's going to stay in sickbay overnight for observation. Alexis McFarland: Chester> ::Still sleeping:: Lawliet: ::gets back to his feet and continues to pace:: Alexis McFarland: That's good. She seemed weak when I asked if Annisha and Miana could stay over. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Kallah Ramson: ::stops for a moment:: They've started. Alexis McFarland: ::feels a little less worried now:: Kallah Ramson: ::starts moving again into the TL:: Chirakis: ::watching Ramson carefully::: Scott Coleridge: ::accesses the transceiver and activates the monitoring protocol:: mimipavilion: Do you have any other questions or concerns for me, Alexis? Alexis McFarland: Do you know what made Dacia sick? She didn't say. Chirakis: ::Cayne, in the lift:: What did you discover regarding their droid to droid conversations? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I had an idea how to tell if they were using a more covert form of communication. Alexis McFarland: ::will make sure not to go there in the future:: Lawliet: ::rubs his forehead and turns to Dacia:: I've never felt so restless. Chirakis: Such as... Dacia Sandero: Cabin fever already? I know, I'd like to leave too, but orders are orders. I always give them, it's interesting to be on the other side for once. mimipavilion: ::hesitant:: It was for something important. I can't go into much detail. But trust me, she's fine. Fletcher Jackson: ::one of the late shift enters and plunks donut and coffee at OPS::: Alexis McFarland: hmm ::frowns a bit:: Well, that's good at least. She'll be able to leave tomorrow? Fletcher Jackson: ::broad grin:: Owe ya one. Kallah Ramson: ::exits TL onto the CnC:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Accidentally filling the room they are in with a gas that would reflect a small amount of the wavelengths I think they are using. Chirakis: ::enters CnC behind her::: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: They've begun talking. Getting anything? Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Interesting. mimipavilion: I believe she will. I'll check her out after I get in tomorrow morning. Ok. Lawliet: Well...you do what you want, I'm going to try and listen in again. Chirakis: Would they detect the gas, or would it disturb them? Alexis McFarland: Ahh.. ok. Lawliet: ::takes a seat on his biobed and closes his eyes:: Dacia Sandero: ::feels a bit bad for Lawliet:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Nothing concrete yet, but I'm not surprised. The virus must replicate first Dacia Sandero: Don't over exert yourself. Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh they would detect it and determine it harmless. Lawliet: ::reaches out with his mind...keeping it mild this time around:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Let's hold that until after this experiment. It would be interesting to discover their eye to eye communication, though. mimipavilion: ::looks around the room:: Looks like you girls are having fun. Chirakis: So... ::thinks:: they are not using ordinary transmissions to communicate among the group? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, we finished our homework so now we're watching cartoon before bed. mimipavilion: ::nods:: good, good Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think I have just the engineer to do it. Chirakis: ::nods::: mimipavilion: ::Miana:: So, how are you liking station life so far, Miana. Alexis McFarland: ::sits back on the floor next to Miana:: Tarisa: Miana> It is fun. ::Smiles.:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Lawliet hears the voice....like faint whispering. Scott Coleridge: ah-hah Alexis McFarland: Yesh fun Lawliet: ::gasps:: Scott Coleridge: I'm getting a weak signal, confirmation that the virus has established itself in the droid core substrate Tarisa: :;Perks up as she sees the frequency spike.:: mimipavilion: ::a nurse comes in, during her rounds and sees Lawliet and Dacia in the room:: mimipavilion: Nurse>:: how are you Dr. Sandero? Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Monitor on your end as well, Commander. It might be a combination of both. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Good. Dacia Sandero: ::not telepathically linked, but uses her empathic abilities to get a feel for Lawliet:: I'm fine, thanks. mimipavilion: ::hears the gasp:: Is he alright? Scott Coleridge: As the information we uploaded propagates throughout the substrate, the virus spreads with it. Once it has saturated the substrate sufficiently, it will be able to determine where the droid cores' communications are going. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Moves to observe from tactical :: Lawliet: ::focuses in on the voice:: Dacia Sandero: I don't know. I'm not linked to Lawliet telepathically. Dacia Sandero: Seems to be deep in thought though. mimipavilion: ::nods, goes over to the door and calls for Dr. Mallard to come in to check on Lawliet:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The whispers sound almost comprehensible. Almost familiar. mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::comes in and begins monitoring him:: Alexis McFarland: ::moves closer to Miana:: Lawliet: What....::pushes a bit further:: mimipavilion: ::to the girls:: Alright I'm gonna leave you to your girls night. Alexis McFarland: Okay. Goodnight! mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::Lawliet:: What is it? mimipavilion: ::leaves the girls and heads for her quarters:: Tarisa: Miana> Night. ::purrs:: Lawliet: ::hears the doctor:: Nothing...nothing I'm fine. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The Whispers get clearer. Place and people's names seem to be distinguishable from everything else. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana and waves at Mimi leaving:: mimipavilion: ::enters a tl and orders it to her deck:: Chirakis: ::glances up at the screen that displays the important medical areas:: Lawliet: ::holds the sides of his biobed:: mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::continues to monitor:: Ok. Annisha: Nice of her to visit? Chirakis: ::Ramson:: Something is happening. ::points to the screen, forgetting that she feels it also::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she is hugged. Her tail swishes.:: Alexis McFarland: Nice of her to check up on me, yes. mimipavilion: Nurse>::keeps one of her hands a few inches from Lawliet in case she needs to catch him:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: The voice we heard before sounded like an echo. If their link is along a relay or something, will it propagate through those relays? Tarisa: ::Perks up again.:: I have just recorded another slight spike in the frequency I have been watching.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Chester still asleep:: Some guard dog you are. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: ((oh man I hate it when my droid core control is in another castle)) Chirakis: (::headdesk::) mimipavilion: (lol) Lawliet: ::focuses on the faces and places...trying to identify key elements:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Without knowing more about how the droid cores function, I can't say for sure. It might mistake a relay for the real thing. Dacia Sandero: ::Curious as to what Lawliet is seeing. But, then her telepathic abilities weren't as high as Lawliet's. Decides it's not worth it to try:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Like a face coming out of the shadows, Lawliet is suddenly aware that he is being watched...from all sides. Lawliet: ::looks around:: ~Who's there? mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::sees a spike, similar to telepathic communication:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles and bites another piece of dragonfruit:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Scott's data suddenly sends in a Ping...from a point orbiting TKR 117. Scott Coleridge: ::swears:: Scott Coleridge: I mean Scott Coleridge: Yay? Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The Whispers do not reply...but the pressure of their presence increases. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We have coordinates... Scott Coleridge: ::puts up the origin point on the main viewer:: Kallah Ramson: Oh dear Alexis McFarland: ::continues to watch the magical girl anime:: Chirakis: ::deep frown::: Lawliet: ::strains as he tries to force one of them into the light:: mimipavilion: Dr. (Lt.) Mallard>::shakes his head:: I don't like this at all. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/12/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting, indeed. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Kallah Ramson: Only a few minutes. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  6. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 12 May 2017 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 2000 hours (8:00 PM) Aegis local. Our understanding of the Droid Cores and their true purpose on Aegis unravels slowly. Believing that the Droids are taking orders from an outside source, Captain Ramson, Dr. Sandero, and LtCdr Lawliet attempted to telepathically pinpoint the source of their communications. The attempt linked them to a powerful entity whose just as powerful vision sent Dr. Sandero and LtCdr Lawliet to sick bay. Captain Ramson recounted, “What we felt at the end of that vision was the same thing I was communicating with in the Treevian cave. There is a hint of curiosity, but nothing more. The impostor droid gathered a bit of tech from us. It did try to get us to attack an Alliance ship but did not try to force us to.” Meanwhile, we push on. Cdr Cayne attempts to determine the Droids’ method of communication among themselves, while Cdr Coleridge configures a virus that should pinpoint the physical location of the entity that they are communicating with. If we are under threat, it is imperative that we know where it is coming from.
  7. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/5/17=/\= 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1710 hours (5:10 pm) Aegis local. We believe that the Droids are communicating with an outside source. Captain Ramson, Dr. Sandero, and LtCdr Lawliet are trying to trace the source. Cdr Coleridge is using his engineering skills to trace it. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will be returning with her findings. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: :::enters the CnC::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Fletcher Jackson: ::taking over OPS::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Still at Tactical :: Chirakis: Mr Jackson, Report. Fletcher Jackson: Status quo, Captain. Nothing in, nothing out. Lawliet: ::sitting on the edge of his biobed in sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: twirls his finger in the air, letting everyone know to get to their posts :: Dacia Sandero: ::laying on a biobed, still resting after her communique with whatever that was:: Kallah Ramson: ::stepping into the CnC:: Chirakis: ::brow raise at the short report:: Very well. ::Cayne:: Anything we should know about? Scott Coleridge: ::laying the groundwork for the memetic virus:: Chirakis: ::polite nod:: Captain. Tarisa: ::On the CnC at SCI.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Lying on a rock at the park at the edge of the pond, dangling her feet in the water:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::walks over to Lawliet:: shouldn't you be resting Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting by the pond.:: Lawliet: ::looks over at doctor pavilion:: I'll rest when this is over. mimipavilion: No you'll rest now. Chirakis: Commander Cayne, tactical report. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is nothing on the short range... long range just shows normal traffic. Chirakis: ::she notes the stress in the captain's expression:: Lawliet: Doctor......fine, but I won't be going to sleep. Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. mimipavilion: Good. Kallah Ramson: Ops, have medical link their patients with us on the viewer. We need to discuss some things. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Shall I alert our ships in the sector of our status? Alexis McFarland: ::laying on the rock, moving closer to Miana, and watching the other people mill about:: People don't seem to concerned about what's going on. Probably too used to it by now.... nothing usually happens anyway. Fletcher Jackson: Aye, Captain. +Med+ Captain requires a link for the patients to the CnC. Lawliet: ::crosses his legs and sits on the end of his biobed:: Chirakis: ::thinks a moment:: No, Commander. At this point, I don't believe alerting them is a good idea. mimipavilion: +Jackson+ Understood Annisha: Call one too many alerts and it's business as usual. mimipavilion: ::to dacia and Lawliet:: patching you to the cnc Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Contacts the shuttlebay to get a status of readiness :: Fletcher Jackson: Patch coming through. Fletcher Jackson: Main screen? Dacia Sandero: ::moves the bio bed to an upright "seated" position:: Oh, okay. Kallah Ramson: Yes main screen. Fletcher Jackson: Putting them on the main screen. Alexis McFarland: Something like that the "little boy who cries targ"? Scott Coleridge: ::looks up as main screen turn on:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Drop her head back, glancing at the other people upside down.:: They do seem unconcerned. Chirakis: ::standing by Cayne to listen::: Lawliet: ::looks up at the monitor:: +Ops+ We're here Captain. Fletcher Jackson: ::adjusts the sound:: Tarisa: ::Ear twitches.:: Kallah Ramson: What we felt at the end of that vision, I know what that was. Chirakis: Mr. Jackson, Dr. Pavilion as well. Alexis McFarland: I guess I can't complain. It got us off school early. Lawliet: What is it? Fletcher Jackson: Aye, ma'am. +MED+ Dr Pavilion, captain requests your presence as well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Glances at Chirakis, waves his hands over his console to drill down to areas of the sector :: Kallah Ramson: It was the same thing I was communicating with in the Treevian cave when I was.... copied. mimipavilion: ::patches herself through as well:: +Jackson+ On it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles as she looks upright.:: But we were about to have gym. Chirakis: ::watching Cayne's console while he listens to the captain:: Chirakis: *she Tarisa: ::Perks up as she listen in on the conversation.:: Alexis McFarland: Was it gym? I think we're just practising volleyball. mimipavilion: ::listens in:: Annisha: I need to bring a Rihan sport... Tarisa: Miana> But I like spiking the ball. ::Grins.:: Alexis McFarland: That's what Tricia Goldman said. She had gym last period. Lawliet: ::looks over at Dacia and back at the monitor:: If that's true...what does it intend to do with these droids? Dacia Sandero: I haven't a clue.. Kallah Ramson: ::shakes head:: Unknown. Annisha: Yeah, but last time au hit it so hard your claws pierced it... Lawliet: Remind me: what did you're clone do? Kallah Ramson: There is an hint of simple curiosity but also something more. Alexis McFarland: I remember that. They had to replicate 3 new volleyballs. Chirakis: ::listening carefully, mindful of d'Ka's cautions::: Tarisa: Miana> Tommy Lang was so scared when he thought the ball was going to hit him in the face. ::Giggles.:: Alexis McFarland: Hehehe.. we did get the point. Chirakis: ::she glances to Cayne every few minutes, still uneasy about the situation:: Dacia Sandero: ::listening in and thinking:: mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Kallah Ramson: The impostor droid gathered a bit of tech from us. It did try to get us to attack an Alliance ship but did not try and force us to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Setting up routines to catch activity out of the normal range :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Laughs.:: Lawliet: So the entity we sensed has a history of stealing and manipulating us? Scott Coleridge: Can we assume that all the droid cores are from the same faction? Dacia Sandero: A safe assumption, I'd imagine. Annisha: My favorite human game has to be dod'ge ball Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh.... Chirakis: Captain, if I may? ::looks to Ramson:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Unknown. The Treevians we met were of a group mind. Whether there are other groups is unknown. Kallah Ramson: ::Chirakis:: Yes. Chirakis: I would suggest that they are testing us to see our motives, as we are testing them of their motives. Alexis McFarland: Only when I'm on your team. Last time you hit poor Sarah Smith on the head,, she had a red forehead for a week. Lawliet: ::thinks for a moment:: Chirakis: They did not force us. They merely suggested. Alexis McFarland: Still dodgeball is fun. I think we're playing it next week. Tarisa: Miana> Yay Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing like an impasse in awkward silence. Chirakis: ::glance to Cayne:: Thoughts, Commander? Dacia Sandero: ::considers as well:: Alexis McFarland: It's good for me since I'm a goaltender for the soccer team. At least I can catch most of the balls people throw at me. Tarisa: Miana> I just dodge them. ::Grins.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I think they are concerned what our actions will be, whether we agree or not. Chirakis: ::looks to Ramson:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Did you have some plan in works for tracking their comms? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, but if you catch the ball they're out. Then you can throw it back at more people from the other team. Scott Coleridge: Yes. I want to embed a memetic virus in the next data load we provide them. Scott Coleridge: It'll be invisible to them, but it'll be passed through whatever collective channel they're using, and hopefully pass enough data back to us—maybe not to pinpoint a physical location, but something we can go on Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I just don't know enough about them. Kallah Ramson: Okay. Right now I'm not worried about offending them with anything invasive. They would probably just think it natural. Lawliet: Excuse me Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::looks over at Lawliet:: Kallah Ramson: ::already turning towards the viewscreen:: Yes? Chirakis: ::looks up to Lawliet onscreen::: mimipavilion: ::unsure, but looks at Lawliet:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there anyway we can get more information about them or who they answer to? Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to Cayne::: Lawliet: These droids communicate through a series of algorithms. They should have no concept of lies or deceit. Would it not be prudent to take a direct approach? Dacia Sandero: Hmm. ::agreeing nod:: Annisha: :: Mockingly throws a dodgeball :: Chirakis: ::mulling that one over:: Alexis McFarland: ::raises her arms to mockingly catch it:: ooh, what a catch! mimipavilion: ::thinks about what he said:: Lawliet: If we make a direct request, it will tell us more about how they function and in time what their intentions are. Annisha: I was aiming for your head... though they say that's a fowl. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: Alexis McFarland: I think they allow head shots now that they switched over to those foam balls. Those are good for Miana too, since her claws can't puncture them. Kallah Ramson: Replacing me with a copy to gather information lets me know they know a few things about a lie. Kallah Ramson: But yes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Wonders if we can answer with an algorithm :: Scott Coleridge: We could make a direct request, sure. Scott Coleridge: But that doesn't mean they'll tell us what we want to know not because they're lying, but because they won't necessarily interpret our request the way we intend it. Alexis McFarland: Well, at least Mr. Krahk doesn't mind. Kallah Ramson: My plan is to ask some direct questions during our next meeting. Kallah Ramson: As the Commander said, don't expect the clearest of answers. Chirakis: Captain.... Kallah Ramson: ::towards the viewer:: I need you two to rest. We will need to keep an "ear" open for our next data drop. Lawliet: ::nods:: Understood. Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Let me know when you're virus is ready. mimipavilion: ::hears Ramson's request and glad she isn't the only who has requested that:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches quietly, still somewhat light-headed from the telepathic link up:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps over towards Chirakis:: Chirakis: Perhaps there is an algorithm that could be used to decipher the closest meaning? Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: I'll need another hour or so to put it together. ::turns to Tarisa:: I could use your help matching the protocols. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes, Commander. Kallah Ramson: Perhaps. mimipavilion: ::to Ramson:: If there's nothing else Captain Ramson, I'm going to close the link so my patients can get some rest. Alexis McFarland: ::Picks off a piece of pond grass from her foot:: Tickly.. they need to filtre the pond more. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Access the diplomatic conference room. Tell me what the droids are doing. Kallah Ramson: ::::nods and smiles towards Mimi:: Please do so. Keep them resting. Chirakis: (10:45) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye mimipavilion: ::nods:: Will do. ::closes the channel:: Fletcher Jackson: ::breaks the link and returns the screen to normal::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Accesses the feed :: mimipavilion: ::Lawliet and Dacia:: Alright you two, rest. That's an order. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They are milling about, though I'm not sure why they would need to do that. Chirakis: Um... do they seem to be communicating with each other, or just.... wandering? Kallah Ramson: (mental image: communicating with the Treevians via the droids is something like communicating with Google Translated song lyrics ) Dacia Sandero: No complaints here. Though I should have my replicator automatically make something for Alexis for dinner. Chirakis: (Interesting analogy, Captain.) Lawliet: ::looks at the doctor and reluctantly lies down:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Let me review the feed... Dacia Sandero: ::speaks to the computer to pre-replicate a pizza and cola for dinner:: Scott Coleridge: ::leaves Tarisa to pore over the data recorded so far while he starts formulating the viral load:: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne::: mimipavilion: ::dacia:: If you would like, I could check in on her later. Tarisa: ::Gets to work.:: Kallah Ramson: I'll be in my office. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Throughout the video they to appear to stop and face each other, but they should be able to do that wirelessly.. Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards there:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Yes, Captain. Dacia Sandero: I'd appreciate that. She's at the park with her friends now, so at the moment she's ok. ::still has enough strength to link with Alexis telepathically:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Put it on the side monitor. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Wait, they could be using a more direct method of communication that we can't pick out from ether... Lawliet: ::looks up at the ceiling:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Transfers to the side monitor :: Chirakis: Could they be communicating with each other? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Good, just don't over do your telepathic abilities. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I won't. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Ok you two try to get some sleep. I'll be in my office for a while if you need me. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes. Via an optical link or several of them at once. Dacia Sandero: Ok, thanks. Will do. mimipavilion: ::heads for her office:: Chirakis: ::after a moment of consideration:: They don't seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. Just keep an eye on them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Captain, I think I can configure the virus to try to determine the physical location of the entity they're communicating with, or it can try to retrieve more data about the droid cores' current activities. Which one would you like to prioritize? Kallah Ramson: Location. For now I want to know how close or far any threat may be coming from. mimipavilion: ::enters her office and does some paperwork:: Lawliet: ::closes his eyes and begins to meditate:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps into her office and begins contemplating how best to word her next meeting with these Droids:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Monitoring both the droids and Aegis sector :: Annisha: :: Looks at Miana and Alexis :: Alexis McFarland: Hmm? Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/5/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Kallah Ramson: Let's go 2 hours. Chirakis: 2 hours. Thoughts for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none (which is difficult in this new chat)... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Chirakis: 11:04 PM
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 5 May 2017 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1710 hours (5:15 PM) Aegis local. While the Droids stand like chibi toys, immobile in the delegates’ area, we try to track down the source of the signals they are receiving. Captain Ramson, Dr. Sandero, and LCdr Lawliet attempt to find the source telepathically. Cdr Coleridge will attempt to find it by embedding a memetic virus into the information we give them, then use it to track back to the source.
  9. Vladivostok Revisited Sky Harbor Aegis Stardate 2388.086 Dr. Davis left, and the door to the conference room sealed, leaving Kirel alone to stare at the onscreen image. Peace. Not war. Not conquest. Could the being’s inclined head mean something beyond peaceful intentions? Could it indicate an apology? And what of the droids? Do they speak the truth? Or is there reason for more caution than we are giving them? Whispers, innuendos, and fearful glances dominated certain areas of the station. Apparently word of the droids had dribbled into coffee shops, bistros, and bars, turning idle talk into suspicion and fear. Whenever she passed, heads turned, their eyes darting in the manner of one who wants to know but is afraid to ask. Fear is more deadly than war. It is a nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror that begets war. It had happened on USS Missouri, after the rescue of Vladivostok’s crew, and now it was Aegis’ turn. She needed counsel. Contact with USS Missouri came more quickly than she anticipated, the image of the commanding officer filling the screen almost instantly. Fingers steepled, Captain d’Ka relaxed in his chair, but his normal look of contemplation was tinged with concern and expectation. He had definitely anticipated her call. “You are concerned about the Droids, Kh’éile*,” he began immediately. “And curious about what we endured during the Vladivostok rescue.” She nodded. “And yes, you have reason for concern. Rumors can beget war.” “Enlighten me,” she replied, mildly curious as to why he had blocked his psionic connection with her lately, but now chose to allow her access. “The shock of what our bay crew and medical personnel saw when the rescued crew of Vladivostok came aboard, their emaciated condition, and the draped remains of those who died sent waves of horror that ricocheted into the rumor mill.” By the timbre of his voice and by his expression, he had been greatly affected, and had perhaps not yet overcome his grief. “Many attended the ceremony for those who had been laid to temporary rest in the morgue. Whether the mission teams kept their oath of secrecy is immaterial. The cogs of the rumor mill were hungry. Feeding on observations and whispers, they eagerly ground them up and spit out enough fodder to fill the void for months.” Her expression passive, he studied it for a moment before continuing. “These alien beings are formidable, and any suspicions floating through the station threaten to make them even moreso. As for the Missouri, fear that the aliens were omniscient, ethereal, had supernatural powers, could disappear into thin air, and were cannibals were absurd, but fear can ‘’turn a newborn kitten into a stalking tiger’.” “You have been monitoring our rumors.” He nodded. “And for good reason.” “Continue.” “Theirs was a senseless death,” he whispered. “They died out of their captor’s ignorance. The ship’s doctor informed me that the crew did not lack the proper nutrition, they lacked the proper amount of nutrition. The beings tried to adjust both the substance and the quantity, but what they concocted was so revolting that most of the crew could not eat it without regurgitating. “Kh’éile, there is no evidence that these particular beings are here for a hostile takeover of Allied space. In fact, we have evidence to the contrary. Yes, they saved Captain Belton’s life. Yes, what you see in that image is either one of apology or an indication of peace—I’m not sure which. What the crew of Vladivostok endured is inexcusable, but the beings did not kill them, nor did they torture them for information, nor did they act as hostile invaders in any other way. “Kirel, if these rumors continue on your station, your crew will soon be convinced that they are up against an unconquerable foe. They will shrink in crises or mistake an amiable gesture for a hostile one. If they do that, Kh’éile, these friendly beings will retaliate and become hostile. Deal with the rumors in any way you can.” “The incident affected you greatly, and you have not yet overcome it. Is that why you have withdrawn?” He nodded. “If you know what I have experienced, it could taint what you experience now, with the Droids.” “Do you know their intentions?” “I do not. But do not judge them by the actions of others. They are but one species, those on the planetoid in Nebula 236A are another, and those on An-Ward are yet another. How many will come is unknown and immaterial. Judge each as they act, not by what you fear.” The connection cut suddenly, without warning, leaving Kirel’s mind spinning with possibilities until a sudden psionic reprimand hit her square on. That she could not ignore, and after taking a moment for recovery, she exited the conference room. __________________ *Kh’éile - the formal Sindar word for bondmate
  10. Crystal Clear Captain Chirakis and Dr. Amanda Davis It is said that analysts often overlook the obvious, and Kirel Chirakis would tend to agree. When confusion reigns, one is more likely to over-think a problem, and the more that happens, the more likely it is to become convoluted. At that point, it is wise to shift one’s focus to something ordinary, such as the now-mundane activity in Aegis’ Command and Control. There, the atmosphere had become more relaxed, if only for a few hours. It allowed Kirel’s thoughts to wander. To pass the time while Captain Ramson interviewed Dr. Sandero and LCdr Lawliet, conversation among Kirel, Commander Coleridge, and Commander Cayne became a casual exchange of ideas regarding the aliens, their diversity, their possible purpose in this area of space, and several other things at random. Eventually the elusive obvious regarding the USS Vladivostok took form, causing Kirel to stop her usual wandering and stare blankly out the CnC observation window. Several months ago, the exploratory science vessel USS Vladivostok was hijacked by a previously unknown group of aliens in Nebula 236A. Vladivostok’s commanding officer, Captain Belton, was of no value to them. Moreover, he was severely injured during the hijacking—so much so that it threatened his life. Ordinarily, one would expect the aliens to kill the crew and take the ship. They did not. Instead, they took them to a semi-habitable planetoid, furnished shelter and food, and treated the wounded. They also saved Captain Belton’s life, “Almost magically,” he said during debriefing. The aliens completely covered their bodies and they did not speak, yet they treated the crew humanely until help arrived in the form of USS Missouri. Strangely, and almost as though they expected it, the aliens left just before Missouri arrived. It was too much of a coincidence. Lt Madelyn Logan, USS Vladivostok’s operations officer, was young, naive, and on her first starship posting. Kirel had rescued her, supposedly by chance. Kirel was on Drakkor, traveling from Aegis to Ferengi space; Logan was traveling from Nebula 236A toward Aegis. The chances that two fighters would intercept in the vastness of space were infinitesimal, and yet they did. Kirel paused for a moment to mull that over while she watched the Commerce Level. Lt Logan had followed her captain’s orders, taken the crystal, and supposedly sneaked aboard a strangely mismatched fighter (part Klingon, part Romulan). She entered the coordinates from Captain Belton and “pressed the button that looked like engage.” Now, how did she, a young, naive science officer who had no flight experience, “steal” a guarded strangely-configured fighter? The obvious answer is that they allowed her to, and it is entirely possible that they configured the fighter to be “stolen” and “flown” easily. A few moments ago, Kirel’s words to Commander Cayne were, “I tend to believe that the aliens are just as confused as we are, that they are feeling their way around a new area of the galaxy.” In essence, the disappearance of the Breen had freed the aliens from domination and allowed them to explore the galaxy beyond Breen space. As she stared out the observation window, Kirel ran through her thoughts one more time. The aliens that hijacked USS Vladivostok were probably more interested in the ship than in its crew. They fed the crew, tended to the wounded, and even healed their captain. They allowed Lt Logan to “steal” the fighter, and they probably allowed someone in the crew to take the images that were found on the crystal. Moreover, there was one image that showed an alien facing forward, standing in a particular position. A very interesting particular position. Were they sending a message? * * * * * * * Amanda Davis, Xeno-psychologist, psychoanalyst, and Counselor, stepped into the CnC conference room, only to be met with Captain Chirakis staring at a most extraordinary image. “Come in, Doctor. Tell me what you think of this.” The captain wasn’t one to mince words, and she definitely did not this time. “Where was this image taken, Captain?” said Amanda as she moved to stand beside her superior. “On a small planetoid in Nebula 236A.” “And who took the picture?” The captain regarded the image for a while longer, then turned to face her. Her eyes were extremely focused, and she seemed to be thinking about something else as she spoke, but again, that was fairly normal for her. “Please, sit,” she said, offering Amanda a chair that faced the screen. “Before I tell you who took the image, tell me all you can about the being, the posture, and everything else you usually do when you analyze these things.” When I analyze these things. Of course. Maintaining her most professional posture, Amanda cleared her throat, settled in and scrutinized the image down to the smallest detail before answering. “First, I am assuming that this figure is not usually found in this area of space.” Kirel nodded. “The most obvious thing is that the figure is entirely covered. Either it needs to be covered because of the atmosphere, or it is concealing its form or identity. And I’m using a neutral word instead of guessing at gender, because there is no way to tell gender, if it has one at all.” The captain’s quizzical look prompted, “There are species in the galaxy that are gender neutral, Captain. However, they don’t normally come in humanoid form. Still, as I mentioned, it could be concealing its true form with the coverings.” The captain seemed to be satisfied. “Continue.” “The next thing I notice is the posture. It is standing straight and tall, but its head is slightly bowed. The bow is not enough to be submissive, it is more like a respectful bow.” She allowed consideration for a moment. “Then, the item in its hand looks like a weapon. Do you know if it is a weapon, Captain?” “Anything can be a weapon, Counselor,” she quipped, somewhat lighthearted. It was very out of character in Amanda’s estimation, and she had seen the captain quite often lately. “However, to fully answer your question,” the captain continued in her normal vein as she pointed certain areas out, “there is a barb and spearhead at the bottom end of the pole, and what appears to be either a hammer or a counterweight at the other end. So yes, I would say it is a weapon. Also, the holstered weapon at the hip is reversed.” “Reversed?” “Yes,” she said, rising to move toward the screen. “The holster, here,” she pointed, “is backwards to the weapon.” “Oh, my. I would not have noticed that.” Amanda joined her at the screen for a closer look. “Anything else?” “Not that I can see, Doctor. Those are the main points.” “Normally,” said Amanda, intrigued, “since that is a weapon, and because the point faces down, I would say that it could indicate a peace proposal. Alternatively, it could mean that they mean no harm and want to go about their business. That, together with the reversed weapon in the holster definitely says more peace than war.” After a few more minutes of examination, Amanda continued, “You were going to tell me who took the image.” “One of the crew of USS Vladivostok, Doctor. And it appears staged. Would you agree?” “Oh, definitely, Captain. How interesting.” “Indeed, Doctor. Very interesting.”
  11. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/28/17=/\= 26 March 2388 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis local. The Droids are communicating with an outside source. Dr. Sandero and LtCdr Lawliet were overpowered by the telepathic echo. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will question Dr. Sandero and LtCdr Lawliet. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, donut devoured:: Jylliene: ::@CnC:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::lying on the bio bed in sickbay, recovering her energy levels:: Chirakis: ::CnC, pondering many things::: Lawliet: ::lying in a biobed in sickbay:: Kallah Ramson: ::heading towards medical:: Tarisa: ::In the science labs.:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha, eating a taoyaki:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In main engineering :: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm... KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, testing the special request fragrance:: Kallah Ramson: ::arrives and enters medical:: Lawliet: ::looks around him in an odd way:: Chirakis: ::backup for Commander Coleridge, but also agitated because there are too many loose ends that cannot be tied together:: mimipavilion: ::looking over Lawliet's and Dacia's current records:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks around as well, though maybe not as oddly:: Jylliene: ::considers how oddly the job seems to veer from utterly mundane to intensely focused:: Chirakis: ::approaches Cayne and speaks quietly:: Commander Cayne, what do you remember of the alien ship on An-Ward? Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Coleridge to Tarisa. Tarisa: ::Ear perks up.:: +Scott+ Yes, Commander? Chirakis: ::watching the tactical display, even more agitated because things seem to quiet::: Lawliet: ::struggles to sit up:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps towards Mimi:: How are there patients? Dacia Sandero: ::presses a button on the side of the biobed, tilting upwards so Dacia could sit up:: Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ Have you had a chance to look over the sensor readings taken during our experiment? Chirakis: ::Cayne speaks quietly to her, and she nods, having had the same thought::: mimipavilion: ::hears doors open and looks around to see Ramson:: Fine for the most part. Their empathic and/or telepathic levels are a bit off. Lawliet: ::looks around the room as if he had never seen it before:: Oh... Jylliene: ::sip of the ever-present caffeinated beverage:: Kallah Ramson: Understandable. Alexis McFarland: ::Sips a can of Jumja Dew:: Fletcher Jackson: ::smelling the coffee, he slips over to get a refill::: Kallah Ramson: I'll be questioning them. Please keep an eye on their mental fatigue. Lawliet: ::rubs the side of the biobed:: KelsaViegnor: ::grumbles to herself inwardly and makes a few notes, then begins again, tweaking the formula:: Fletcher Jackson: ::and returns to the console, now content::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Kallah Ramson: ::moves towards the biobeds:: Tarisa: +Scott+ I am currently looking over the data now, though I am unsure if I can find anything. Jylliene: ::ponders what would happen if they suddenly started serving decaf. A potential attack plan, perhaps.:: mimipavilion: ::brings up Lawliet's and Dacia's neuro scans on a nearby console:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her juice.:: What should we do now? Tarisa: ::Looking over the scans.:: Alexis McFarland: I don't know. What do you want to do now? Maybe take a walk in the park? I'm kinda full from all those taoyakis and melon breads. Scott Coleridge: +Tarisa+ I understand. I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you do see anything interesting, anything at all. Tarisa: +Scott+ Understood. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: That sounds good. Scott Coleridge: ((Droid cores are still hanging around?)) Kallah Ramson: ((Yes, in the delegates area)) Dacia Sandero: ::hears some talking nearby, but not able to tell who it is since her empathic abilities are hindered:: Kallah Ramson: How are you two feeling? Tarisa: ::Running the scans through a spectrum analysis.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::content, monitoring everything mundane, letting Cdr Kital take the important things:: Scott Coleridge: ::heads over to where Chirakis is standing:: Alexis McFarland: All right.. come on Annisha. Let's head to the paahk ::spoken with a distinct New England accent:: Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Commander? Lawliet: ::looks awkwardly in the direction of the voice:: I'm....not sure. Dacia Sandero: Still groggy and disoriented. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins as she gets up and follows as well.:: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Yet another test, all kinds of tests :: Jylliene: ::monitoring stuff that's also fairly mundane at the moment. Has the BigStuff on the main viewer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching his status display :: Tarisa: ::Perks up, thinking she might have something.:: Kallah Ramson: Can you describe what you heard and felt? Fletcher Jackson: ::picks up the work order from those quarters he reassigned a few hours ago::: Jylliene: ::leans back in her chair and stretches her back a little, then refocuses herself:: Dacia Sandero: ::considers:: Hm. It's hard to describe, but I shall try... ::tries to recollect her memories but they're a bit fuzzy:: Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD and leaves the lab, hopping on a TL.:: Lawliet: "What I heard and...felt?" ::looks down for a moment and off to the side:: I...heard a voice. Alexis McFarland: ::heads with Miana and Annisha out of the food court to the park area:: KelsaViegnor: ::adds a bit more of the synthetic pheromone, with a woodsy undertone and floral top notes:: Dacia Sandero: I saw patterns.. I was focusing on those. Like Lawliet, I heard a strange "voice" or something like an echo or ping? I'm not able to tell if it was saying anything. It got pretty overwhelming fairly quickly if I recall... Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Are our guests still behaving themselves? Chirakis: So far, Commander. They are just standing there, as they were before. Chirakis: It's strange. ::pulls up the security screen:: They just stand, as though they are listening. Kallah Ramson: Anything familiar? Annisha: :: Scratching :: Scott Coleridge: Well they can probably process information must faster than we can. They're probably thinking circles around us. ::shudders:: It's creepy. Chirakis: However, Dr. Sandero and Commander Lawliet are in sick bay for some reason. Dacia Sandero: Not....really? I don't know... Chirakis: True. Creepy is an excellent word for it. mimipavilion: ::continues to monitor their neuro scans:: Lawliet: No. The voice was too alien....it was also, close? Yeah, it felt close. Alexis McFarland: Have an itch, Annisha? We can grab some aloe vera. My Neemah says that works for itches. Tarisa: ::Steps out onto the CnC once the lift stops.:: Dacia Sandero: Yes yes... close. Kallah Ramson: What was the most prevalent feeling you could make out? Chirakis: So long as nothing interferes with our systems and nothing untoward enters the system, I believe we are all right. And you have put fail-safes on the computer systems, correct? Lawliet: ::looks in Dacia's direction:: Was is...control? Authority? Jylliene: ::Glances at Tarisa:: Jylliene: ::nods to her:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, an air of authority. Whatever that voice was seemed to exude control. I don't know how to put it any better. Chirakis: ::notes Tarisa's entrance::: Scott Coleridge: I have. They could circumvent them pretty easily, but not without giving us enough warning to shut everything down. Chirakis: Excellent. Scott Coleridge: I suppose we just wait until we figure out a next move or they ask for something else. Kallah Ramson: Can you focus on that feeling. Chirakis: I hoped that they had an answer to our counter offer by now. Tarisa: ::Smiles at Jylliene. Her tail waves as she walks over to the SCI console. Using the PADD, she bring up something on her screen.:: Dacia Sandero: ::tries to focus on what she had felt:: Fletcher Jackson: ::goes for more coffee::: KelsaViegnor: ::tries the new scent, and nods in satisfaction:: Lawliet: ::closes his eyes...struggling with the discomfort:: Kallah Ramson: ::closes her own eyes:: Dacia Sandero: ::breathes a bit slower and closes her eyes as she focuses on the feeling:: Kallah Ramson: Those feelings that are alien, push them aside. They are simply shadows on the side of the road. Chirakis: Commander, I have a distinct feeling that some of the aliens we are encountering from Breen space are literally feeling their way into our area of space, and that most of them are more curious than dangerous. Kallah Ramson: Follow the obvious path. Dacia Sandero: ::nods and attempts to push those feelings out of her mind and focuses on the main voice or echo:: Chirakis: However, it only takes one dangerous one to upend the pot. Lawliet: ::takes slow, regular breaths:: Tarisa: ::Does a quick cross reference and then confirms.:: Chirakis: ::thought, turns to face him:: Have you heard of Ragor Tal, Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::muses for a moment, confused expression:: Hmm, no. Alexis McFarland: ::arrives at the park and walks along the pond, but not too close as to fall in:: Kallah Ramson: ::following their minds:: Jylliene: ::unfamiliar with that as well, sees what she can pull up on her console:: Tarisa: Commander, I have what you requested. At least I think I do. Kallah Ramson: There's something ahead. A bend in the road. Something is there. Chirakis: Ruthless, insidious, warlord who commands many planets. He deals in every kind of subterfuge and dealing that you can possibly imagine, and a few we probably could not. Dacia Sandero: ::mentally notes the patterns she had felt, but wasn't able to decipher, leaves that for now and narrows her focus...:: Lawliet: ::steps forward toward the bend:: Chirakis: His specialty is to infiltrate a legitimate group and work from the inside out, pitting them against each other, then taking over when havoc breaks loose. mimipavilion: ::continues to monitor:: Chirakis: It works rather well. Scott Coleridge: Sounds like we should hire this fellow. Scott Coleridge: ::deadpan:: Dacia Sandero: ::crosses the bend trying to see what is beyond it:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Tarisa:: Report. Kallah Ramson: The bend is in shadows. What is there is in shadows. Can you focus on it. What do you see? Chirakis: I suspect he is in this somehow, though I have no proof. Dacia Sandero: ::focuses in on the shadows:: Hmm, strange. Chirakis: He was most likely responsible for the Argesil Conspiracy - the Allied Powers' Watergate. Chirakis: That is why we were without Starfleet protection for a while. Lawliet: ::looks around the bend:: I see....no. I feel wind. Chirakis: ::turns back to her console::: Dacia Sandero: Yes, a strange gust of some sort. A light breeze? Tarisa: ::Shows her console screen.:: I did not find anything at first, until I ran them through spectrum analysis. At two distinct points, when our telepathic crew reported issues, there were very faint spikes on a specific frequency. Kallah Ramson: Step towards the breeze. Dacia Sandero: ::heads towards the breeze in her mind:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviews the readings as Tarisa explains:: That sounds promising. Lawliet: ::steps into the shadow:: Chirakis: ::works the tactical console for information that could mirror Tarisa's findings::: Dacia Sandero: ::follows as well into the shadow:: Chirakis: ::and she sees nothing so far::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This is all I come up with. It might be coincidence, but now that I have something to work with we may be able to detect more instances. Kallah Ramson: Anything else you can sense? Lawliet: ::looks around and doesn't see anything...just the wind:: Dacia Sandero: ::focusing in further, trying to sense anything out of the ordinary:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At tactical :: Kallah Ramson: Something is missing. Hiding. Fletcher Jackson: ::pulls up work orders, manifests ready for signing, and a whole lot of other things to mess with::: Dacia Sandero: ::and doing a good job of it:: Chirakis: :::moves over to allow Cayne access::: Kallah Ramson: Focus for a moment while I try something. Dacia Sandero: ::maintains focus:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am having issues Captain... Lawliet: ::steps off the path:: What we seek, cannot be found by following the path. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Issues? Kallah Ramson: ::loader and over her shoulder:: Doctor, keep an eye on any spikes in their readings. Jylliene: ::realizes she kinda likes the minutiae. Lets her mind wander about the big issues:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have been away too long. I will need to read up on operations before taking this console on another session. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good work so far. I wonder how this compares to what Lawliet and Sandero might have sensed. Kallah Ramson: ::projects her mind into their vision....a bright light floods into the shadows:: Chirakis: Very well. Security could use your help, if you would like to retire for a while. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll finish out my shift. Lawliet: ::stops and looks up at the light:: Tarisa: I am curious about that as well, but I am no telepath. Chirakis: ::nod:: As you wish. Chirakis: ::begins her customary wander around the CnC, checking work, answering questions, asking them if she needs clarification::: Dacia Sandero: ::heads towards the light in the shadow:: mimipavilion: ::watches for any spikes:: Kallah Ramson: ::walks into the setting, the mental version of her is chaotic, multiple layers overlapping, each slightly out of step with the other, some looking around, others focused forwards:: Lawliet: ::steps forward in front of Dacia:: Jylliene: :::glances up at the main display:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain, how is this all connected? Much of this started before I arrived.. Dacia Sandero: ::Steps aside to let Lawliet pass:: Chirakis: ::wanders back toward him:: A good question, Commander. Chirakis: It is quite convoluted for everyone at the moment. More questions than answers. I tend to believe that the aliens are just as confused as we arel Jylliene: ::silent amen to Chirakis's comment:: Chirakis: Whom can we trust? Chirakis: Whom can we not trust? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still in main engineering :: Kallah Ramson: It is off the path. Chirakis: It is like they are feeling their way around a new area of the galaxy. Lawliet: ::looks off to the side and takes a few steps:: Chirakis: However, if we were in the same situation in Breen space, I imagine that we would be confused as they must be. Kallah Ramson: The breeze is something new. The voice is carried on the wind. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Explorers? Hmm. Dacia Sandero: ::follows closely after, trying to get a focus on the voice:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How much of Breen space have we explored? Chirakis: :::minimal shrug::: They've never been out of Breen space. They don't know the galaxy beyond that. Chirakis: We know very little, Commander. Lawliet: ::decides to speak out:: Hello? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A well cloaked vessel would be a good start for exploration of their space. Chirakis: It was a species best left alone. Chirakis: Indeed. And well cloaked vessels they have also. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I befriended a Breen once, at least I think I did. Jylliene: ::much "louder" silent amen to Chirakis's comment (the left alone):: Chirakis: Much of their technology I suspect was stolen from the Breen. Scott Coleridge: ::thinking about what other methods they might use to learn more about the droid cores:: Scott Coleridge: ::short of dissection, sadly:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone there? Alexis McFarland: Oh hey, there you are. Chirakis: If you recall, the Deosi stole the subspace transporter, and until we discovered the problem and how to correct it, the transporter did more harm than good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Alexis' friend Annisha is tailing her :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Ear twitches as she walks.:: Who are you talking to? Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision, the breeze becomes stronger and stronger:: Chirakis: ::notes Scott's expression as he rolls things around in his brain:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone in particular. I got distracted by that doggie and thought I lost you guys. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I did not feel safe traveling through that, no matter how much that Rihan engineer assured me it was. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Lawliet: ::puts his arm up:: Dacia Sandero: Hello? Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Jylliene: ::suppresses a snicker, continues working:: Chirakis: ::eyebrow:: It is, after all, manipulating things that should not be manipulated. Jylliene: ::nods inwardly in some silent agreement:: Chirakis: We go where no one has gone before, and often it is where no one should go. Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision, the wind blows even stronger, it whistles and rushes around them:: Lawliet: Keep low to the ground. Chirakis: ::watching Scott as she talks to Cayne, knowing he has idea he is reluctant to share::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Be careful what you eat before going through that subspace transporter. Chirakis: ::wan smile:: Agreed, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I should log in some holodeck time on operations... Alexis McFarland: :;Keeps low:: ok.... Dacia Sandero: :;Keeps low:: ok.... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So, are we not getting into an agreement with these droid cores? Kallah Ramson: ::in the vision the wind halts. Then it changes direction...dragging them forwards towards something:: Chirakis: I believe that the droid cores are not the ones we will be in agreement with. I believe that the droids are messengers only. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The lockdown was driving him insane.. the calls :: Kallah Ramson: Hold on. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, should speak to the one in charge.. Scott Coleridge: Malicious code Scott Coleridge: Memes - yes - of course. Chirakis: I believe that is what Captain Ramson is attempting now, Commander... Lawliet: ::grunts:: Chirakis: Malicious code? Chirakis: :::listening to Scott: Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis and Cayne:: We give them more of what they want when they want it. Chirakis: ::still listening::: Kallah Ramson: ::feels something suddenly very close, very present. Not a memory...active and alive:: Chirakis: And at the moment they want...? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What do they want exactly? Scott Coleridge: And we embed a memetic virus into the information, then use it to track back to the source. Chirakis: Of course. Kallah Ramson: Break the vision! Turn away, open your eyes! Dacia Sandero: ::blinks and opens her eyes:: mimipavilion: ::looks between the scans and the trio:: Dacia Sandero: What was that? Lawliet: ::tries, but is having trouble letting go:: Lawliet: ::opens his eyes:: Alexis McFarland: ::looking at her reflection in the water:: Kallah Ramson: ::eyes fly open:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/28/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very interesting. Chirakis: We have two cliffhangers... Chirakis: Captain Ramson and the ones they are telepathically connected to. Chirakis: And Scott, with his idea. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Let's just go 15 minutes. Chirakis: Very well. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Good job everyone. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  12. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 28 April 2017 26 March 2388 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM), Aegis local. We realize that the droids are communicating with an outside source. Captain Ramson, Dr. Sandero, and Lt Cdr Lawliet, our resident telepaths, key in on their comunications. Dr. Sandero and Lt Cdr Lawliet are overcome by the telepathy and collapse. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will be questioning Dr. Sandero and Lt Cdr Lawliet. We will try to deal with everything else.
  13. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/21/17=/\= 24 March 2388 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis local. Diplomatic negotiations continue with the Droid Cores. Senior staff has offered a counter-proposal. The Droids pause to confer silently, raising our suspicions. Our sensors are at full throttle. Our telepaths are listening carefully. The station remains at yellow alert. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::on the CnC:: KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, reviewing inventory:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pondering recent events::: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Nijil tr’Korjata :: Working still in main engineering :: Lawliet: ::meditating in his quarters with various lit candles scattered:: Alexis McFarland: ::in class with Annisha and Miana, working on her classroom assignment:: Fletcher Jackson: ::aux OPS, working beside Cdr Kital:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With the others, working on her assignment as well. Final bell was coming soon.:: Tarisa: ::At SCI station on CnC for the moment.:: Jylliene: ::confers with Fletcher on the requests/reports that have come through during the conference:: Alexis McFarland: The Japanese place has a sale on taiyaki balls, so we should get some of those as well. Lawliet: ::listens to all the various voices in and around Aegis:: Fletcher Jackson: ::shares all he has, but it's not much, just the same old stuff::: Tarisa: Miana> Ooo... Jylliene: Looks like the florist ran out of her stash. Another crate of spirits. Dacia Sandero: ::also listening to the voices on the station:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. And they probably need it by now. Jylliene: "For the plants", supposedly. Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: Yes, ma'am. So it says. Jylliene: All told, I think many of us could use it just as much. Jylliene: ::grin:: Fletcher Jackson: Sounds like a plan to me. If only... ::shrugs:: Kallah Ramson: :;takes a moment to note the mental atmosphere around her:: Chirakis: ::notes Ramson's focus::: Jylliene: ::nods:: mimipavilion: ::goes through the reports and such, hoping that the the telepaths don't over do it mentally:: Dacia Sandero: ::also sensing the general empathic feel around them:: Lawliet: ::filters out some of the "ambiance" around him:: Fletcher Jackson: You know, back in the old British sailing days, ale was part of the rations. Kallah Ramson: ::taps her console:: Yeoman Edwards, please deliver the report to the delegates. KelsaViegnor: ::approving of Gila's work:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Now has food on her mind, thanks to Alexis.:: Fletcher Jackson: Sometimes I wish it was the same here, except that we probably have enough weirdness at the moment. Alexis McFarland: ::yummy!:: Jylliene: ::chuckle:: Yes, likely so. Chirakis: :::moves to Ramson and waits for her attention, not wanting to interrupt anything:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Thinking of tasty tasty Japanese food.:: Alexis McFarland: Teacher> ::Snoopy-style trumpet sounds:: Alexis> Yes, I'm almost done. Lawliet: ::takes slow, deep breaths as he searches for any connection that is alien to him:: Kallah Ramson: ::quietly to Chirakis:: There are things in the intel report we're giving the delegates I don't expect A.I. systems to understand. We hopefully will get them to make contact with their.... Masters again. Chirakis: ::nods understanding:: KelsaViegnor: ::prepares a custom order:: Dacia Sandero: ::regulating her breathing focusing in on alien connections as well: Chirakis: You received my report concerning the Pakleds, Captain? I doubt that it has much significance, but it is a curious thing. Lawliet: ::reaches out to a familiar voice:: ~Sandero...can you hear me? Jylliene: At least we're not also stuck with the food that would have been available. I'll happily give up the ale rations for our food. Alexis McFarland: It's cool we get to get off early because of the yellow alert. Hopefully the food courts won't be too crowded Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Now he was still working in main engineering :: Dacia Sandero: ::picks up Lawliet's voice:: ~Yes, I can hear you... Jylliene: ((It's a wonder they ever have a normal school day.)) Tarisa: Miana> Yes. I can not wait. Nijil tr'Korjata: Gila> :: Unpacking a shipment :: Fletcher Jackson: ::grinning nod:: yes, ma Fletcher Jackson: ma'am. I can relate to that. Alexis McFarland: (really) mimipavilion: ::to self:: same song different tune with these reports ::gets up and heads into main medical:: Lawliet: ~ I'm beginning to believe that our efforts might prove in-vain. We weren't particularly listening for the alien voice the first time. Kallah Ramson: Eternally overlooked and underestimated, the Pakleds. Chirakis: My thoughts as well, Captain. KelsaViegnor: ::to Gila:: I'm giving you a raise. Dacia Sandero: ~I agree.. it's hard to make a connection to something you're not sure what it sounds like. So far, I can't sense anything out of the ordinary. Chirakis: Too many strange coincidences. Lawliet: ~There is something we could try, but it might prove dangerous....if not difficult. Alexis McFarland: ::writing down their homework onto her PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: Oh, Commander Kital. I did get a place for that family, the Kurignagalili - I think that's right. Fletcher Jackson: The family with 5 kids. They needed temp quarters because of repairs. Dacia Sandero: ~Oh? What's that? Fletcher Jackson: And don't ask me to pronounce it, ma'am. I only read it and wouldn't even try. Jylliene: Understood. ::smile:: And thank you. Lawliet: ~I've never attempted this before, but I believe I might be able to extend my telepathy....perhaps even into subspace itself. Fletcher Jackson: ::smiles:: Any time, ma'am. Cute kids. Jylliene: That they are. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice is... felt again. Lawliet: ::takes a sharp deep breath:: ~ I can hear it. Dacia Sandero: ~ I've heard of that, but likewise never tried it before... ::feels the weird voice again:: So can I. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs as she finishes the assignment, waiting for the bell.:: Kallah Ramson: ::whisper:: There it is again. Alexis McFarland: (By all telepaths, or just those searching for it?) Lawliet: ~ Sandero, let's focus our abilities together. Perhaps we can do better than alone. Chirakis: ::studies her expression:: The voice? KelsaViegnor: ::carefully packs a bottle into a custom wooden box:: Kallah Ramson: (Those searching) Dacia Sandero: ~I agree. That'll increase our chances. mimipavilion: ::while wondering medical, spots Dacia; who is transfixed; approaches cautiously:: Alexis McFarland: ::school bell rings, kids cheer and head for their cubicles:: Lawliet: ::reaches out with and to Sandero:: Dacia Sandero: ::establishes a better mental link to Lawliet :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> A strange series of thoughts and patterns echo from the voice. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Speaking to customers Chirakis: ::Rubs her temples::: Lawliet: ::begins to breath heavy:: ~ Can you see this? Jylliene: ::sips an afternoon cup o' coffee:: Chirakis: Strange. Dacia Sandero: ~Yes, these patterns. I wonder what they mean? KelsaViegnor: ::subtly watches the interaction between Gila and the client:: Lawliet: ~ Sandero, focus on the images. I'll focus on the origin point. Chirakis: ::randomly:: I seldom have headaches. ::continues to rub her temples::: Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her stuff and heads out of the class with her friends:: Chirakis: ::moves to the TAC console to check status::: Fletcher Jackson: ;::smells the coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ~ Right. ::focusing on the images:: Lawliet: ::he reaches out with his hand in the air, as if trying to find something in a dark room:: mimipavilion: ::watches Dacia, not interfering:: Dacia Sandero: ::mentally going over the imagery :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis:: Yay Lawliet: ::begins searching the area inside and around the base:: Fletcher Jackson: ::cranes his neck to see the coffee:: Pardon, ma'am. Gonna grab some coffee. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana and Annisha as they make their way to the lift:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs:: Jylliene: You've been very helpful at Ops. ::to Jackson:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Enjoy. Fletcher Jackson: ::back with his coffee:: Thanks, ma'am. Lawliet: ::grabs his desk and struggles to extend his telepathy:: Fletcher Jackson: It's been... well... interesting. Jylliene: ::grins:: Dacia Sandero: ::searching through the image and patterns, walking around as she tries to find any correlation:: Jylliene: Good choice of words. Fletcher Jackson: ::grins, then sips::: Annisha: :: Wonders if she should find a new friend, but decides it's too much work :: KelsaViegnor: ::has to get more of those boxes. Much nicer presentation with them.:: Alexis McFarland: ::walks out into the food court:: KelsaViegnor: ::quick count of her remaining stock:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Can smell all the yummy food.:: Mmm... Dacia Sandero: ::mentally putting the pieces together:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Wonders when they will get back to her on security, perhaps they are testing her, or perhaps they only have openings on a quarterly basis :: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The voice has an echo. The source can be heard clearly but faint from far away. The echo is amplified....and close. Chirakis: ::turns back to watch Ramson::: Dacia Sandero: ::Perks:: ~You hear that? I think we're getting closer. Lawliet: ::struggles to his feet and quickly collapses to the floor:: Jylliene: You'd think that medical could come up with something that would do the same as the coffee, but perhaps half the effect comes from the aroma and the ritual of the thing. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile, Cayne was looking at a holographic projection of the Aegis perimeter :: Fletcher Jackson: I'd agree with that ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::makes a beeline for the Japanese place and queues up:: Fletcher Jackson: Commander...I'm getting an emergency signal from Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::groans and struggles to keep up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Quickly follows.:: Jylliene: ::blinks:: What kind Kallah Ramson: ::Fletcher:: Send medical there. Fletcher Jackson: Medical assistance needed. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Jylliene: ::nods:: What the captain said. Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Emergency medical to Commander Lawliet's quarters. Lawliet: ::breaths harder and faster:: ~Almost... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she looks up from her console.:: mimipavilion: +Fletcher+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: ::struggles as well...:: Ugh. Fletcher Jackson: Good thing they put those sensors in. Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: Just a little farther... Dacia Sandero: ::luckily she was seated on a bio bed, but reclines further into it:: Chirakis: ::feeling strange, but not unmanageable. mimipavilion: ::to Mallard:: watch her ::as she passes by, rushing off to Lawliet's quarters:: Alexis McFarland: ::orders some takoyaki balls and melon bread:: mimipavilion: ::Mallard:: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: ;;::focusing more on the sensors and reports Tarisa: Miana> Oooo... ::Orders the same.:: Lawliet: ::loses his control and slips into unconsciousness:: Fletcher Jackson: Whoa... it's blinking red. Jylliene: Medical is already en route. Thankfully. mimipavilion: ::after a few minutes arrives near Lawliet's quarters and bolts down to the room and overrides the door:: Fletcher Jackson: +MED+ Commander Lawliet's quarters. Loss of consciousness. Dacia Sandero: ::before long, she too loses her connection and slumps onto the bio bed unconscious:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Nods to Kital::: mimipavilion: ::enters the quarters and sees Lawliet on the floor:: +Fletcher+ Already here. Fletcher Jackson: And another one. Lawliet: ::gives off faint breathing:: Annisha: How's the bread? mimipavilion: ::Mallard begins scanning and treating Dacia:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Kelsa? Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table and sits down, takes a bite:: It's yummy! What did you get Annisha? KelsaViegnor: Yes? Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes a big bite.:: Yummy! ::Fluffy tail dances.:: Chirakis: ::steps over to Ramson and speaks quietly:: Captain, this is beyond strange. mimipavilion: ::starts scanning him, and doesn't like his oxygen levels and treats him for it:: Lawliet: ::takes a deeper breath after the hypo:: mimipavilion: Don't you dare do this to all of us. Kallah Ramson: ::lets out a breath:: strange is a quiet day around here. But, yes. mimipavilion: ::watches his vitals:: Jylliene: ::continues monitoring:: mimipavilion: Mallard>::watches Dacia's vitals:: Chirakis: There is either an immense telepathic presence, or their communication system is one we have never encountered. Alexis McFarland: ::eats one of her taiyaki balls:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Do we have something called Love Potion Number Nine? Kallah Ramson: I believe our listeners found what we're looking for, whether they know it or not. KelsaViegnor: No. But I can create one. Chirakis: ::slow nod:: mimipavilion: Lawliet can you hear me? Kallah Ramson: Both I imagine. mimipavilion: Mallard> Dacia are you still with us? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> I am guessing it’s something to attract a love interest. Lawliet: ::slightly opens his eyes...everything is blurred:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Enjoys her taiyaki.:: Dacia Sandero: ::starts to stir, blinking several times trying to her bearings:: I... think so. mimipavilion: Mallard>Good. Gave me a bit of a scare. Lawliet: ::numbly moves his arm:: Alexis McFarland: ::feeds a taiyaki to Annisha:: Fletcher Jackson: Hm... strange. Wonder what's making it happen. Chirakis: ::Ramson:: Suggested countermeasures? mimipavilion: Lawliet, can you tell me how you feel? KelsaViegnor: What species is the client? Alexis McFarland: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. KelsaViegnor: I can mix something that will enhance their natural pheromones, at least. Dacia Sandero: Uh, ::still not able to move to lays in the bio bed:: Got so overwhelmed then. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Andorian. Lawliet: ::reaches to the edge of his desk and struggles to pull himself up:: KelsaViegnor: Male or female? Alexis McFarland: Yummy? Kallah Ramson: None. The last thing you want when you can listen into someone's communications.... is stop it. mimipavilion: No, no don't get up. Lay still Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Male...or one of the two males. Chirakis: ::pensive:: Of course. Lawliet: ::rests on his knees and blinks a few times:: Fletcher Jackson: ::big dose of coffee::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> They have four.. how complicated. :: laughs :: I don't even have one. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: I'll look up my notes and see what I can come up with. mimipavilion: ::holds Lawliet up, while he gets his bearings:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne explores the sector via the hologram in front of him :: Chirakis: Interesting that with all the telepaths on the station, only those who were actively searching were affected. Kallah Ramson: I don't believe we have to worry about it trying to control us or anything. It's so... alien. Completely wrong operating system as it were. Annisha: I'll take what you are having Lexy Jylliene: ::sip of coffee as well:: Lawliet: ::looks around:: Wha... Alexis McFarland: Takoyaki balls and melon bread? Chirakis: ::nods, then her attention is drawn to the hologram at TAC::: mimipavilion: The CnC was alerted to your condition and sent me here. You were unconscious and barely breathing when I arrived. Annisha: Bread balls...sure Chirakis: However, the droids could wreak havoc when instructed. Lawliet: ::looks in the direction of the voice:: Doctor? Doctor Pavilion....where, where are you? Kallah Ramson: Possibly. Alexis McFarland: ::gives a melon bread to Annisha, as she bites into a curry bread:: Chirakis: ::still watching the hologram, wondering what interests him::: Jylliene: ::another sip:: mimipavilion: I'm right in front of you. Can you not see me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Are there many cross-species pairings on the station? Lawliet: ::squints his eyes:: I'm...not sure. Everything is a blur. Kallah Ramson: But so could we if provoked. I think they know that...and we have an idea where to find them so I doubt they want to tempt us to wrath. KelsaViegnor: ::ponders that:: mimipavilion: Mallard>How do you feel Dacia? Chirakis: ::considers that:: Dacia Sandero: Pretty groggy still. Everything's still a blur. KelsaViegnor: I'm not entirely sure. I imagine there are a fair number. mimipavilion: Mallard> Alright. I'm going to check your eyes. ::begins scanning her eyes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::takes his cup to sip and it's empty:: Dacia Sandero: Ok. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Orders a better scan of an area of the sector when someone can :: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks at the time, excuses himself and goes for another::: Tarisa: Miana> I really like the melon, but I think the curry bread is my favorite. Jylliene: ::nods absently:: mimipavilion: Alright, let's get you to sickbay. Lawliet: ::regains his composure and weakly stands up:: Kallah Ramson: ::taps console:: +Medical+ Doctor, I will want to talk with your patients in about an hour. Make sure they are in medical and well rested. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, I think so too. Melon bread is a close second though. Tarisa: Miana> But nothing beats taiyaki! Alexis McFarland: Yes! mimipavilion: +CnC+ Of course. In the meantime, can you have someone transport Lawliet and myself to medical. One of my patients is having some vision issues at the moment Tarisa: Miana> It is so yummy, and shaped like a fish! Alexis McFarland: I like starting with the head. Annisha: :: nom nom :: Jylliene: On it, with your okay. Lawliet: ::looks up in confusion:: Is that really what it looks like? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs with excitement.:: Kallah Ramson: ::to Ops:: Please transport them to medical. Jylliene: ::locks for internal transport:: +Mimi+ Standby. Jylliene: ::transports:: mimipavilion: Can't be sure the extent. mimipavilion: ::transports into medical with Lawliet:: Lawliet: ::feels a change in atmosphere:: Medical? KelsaViegnor: ::looks up her biological notes on Andorians:: mimipavilion: Yep. Now let’s get you to a biobed. KelsaViegnor: Hm. Lawliet: Okay... KelsaViegnor: ::glances at her stock of reagents, begins work:: Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: mimipavilion: ::walks Lawliet over to a biobed:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/21/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: 1 hour. Chirakis: ::nod:: Anything for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Nothing at the moment. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 21 April 2017 26 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.054 =/\= TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. =/\= As diplomatic negotiations with the Chibi Droids continue, we suspect that at least the Ramson Droid Core is communicating with, and possibly being controlled by, someone or something either on or off station. Our sensors are at full throttle. Our telepaths are listening carefully. We have many suspicions and are treading lightly.
  15. Connecting the Dots Except for basic security, most personnel were on yellow alert protocol, roaming the corridors, verifying identifications, assuring that all was well among the civilians on station, and ready to report anything or anyone suspicious. As far as Security Lt David Garand knew, aside from the usual security guard, he was the only one in the complex, which is why he stopped when he heard mumbling in the main security room. “...Pakleds… to Aegis,” the voice continued, barely audible, as Garand called quietly for backup, then stepped into the main security room. “...part… An-Ward, along with…. Horta mother….” The voice trailed off, then he heard a sigh and slight movement. All the offices were dark and the doors were open, but a sight flicker came from the Captain’s office, located at the end of the corridor. He motioned to Ens Ricora, a tall, slender woman of mixed lineage, who moved immediately to check the other rooms, all of which were empty. His head ticked toward the main office. “....highly protective of their cargo, insisting that they had rocks….” They stopped on either side of the door to listen. “Come in, Lieutenant,” said the voice, now obviously Captain Chirakis. “Your stealth approach needs work, but we will address that later,” she continued without looking up or turning. “Ensign, you may return to your duties.” Ricora acknowledged and disappeared into the semi-darkened corridor. Garand took the proffered chair next to the captain, wondering. “Captain, how…” “...did I know?” She interrupted, pulling her attention from the PADD to relax in the chair. “You have a distinctive odor—shaving cream, body wash, shampoo, or similar. You also have a distinctive cadence to your walk, as does Ensign Ricora.” She shrugged. “As I said, we will deal with that later. What do you know of the Pakleds?” He took a moment to think. “They’re not exactly intelligent, ma’am. They don’t take care of their equipment, they don’t really know how to handle a starship, keep it running, keep it clean, and several other things that don’t fit into our idea of competence.” “And you have come to these conclusions from first hand experience?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Are you absolutely certain that they are what they appear to be?” Garand blinked, stopped, then thought a while, not sure how he should answer. “Some years ago, the USS Enterprise D came in contact with a Pakled ship that needed repairs. After goading the Enterprise into repairing their ship, they held their engineer captive and demanded advanced technology in exchange for his return. Granted, they were outwitted by the Enterprise crew, but it could have ended differently.” The captain retrieved her PADD and engaged the main viewscreen to reveal a timeline of the Pakleds’ recent encounter with Aegis. “The Pakleds brought their dilapidated ship close enough to Aegis to inflict considerable damage, and it would have had we not diverted it to the shipyard. The Pakleds are responsible for our first encounter with the Droids who are now here for diplomatic negotiations. In that same cargo was a pregnant Horta from An-Ward, which led to our investigation of An-Ward and our first encounter with the Alien Alliance that was responsible for the destruction of the USS Vladivostok. That eventually led to the capture of the USS Byron, the chroniton bomb, the disappearance of Captain Ramson, the disappearance of TKR-117, the appearance of an energy-hungry cloud, and on it goes.” All Garand could do was stare at the screen. “I am not saying that all these things are connected, Lieutenant. What I am saying is that we should be even more vigilant, because it is possible that they are connected.” Grasping the chair arms, she swiveled to study the screen. “Up the threat for security personnel, Lieutenant. Commander Cayne will be needed in Command and Control. I will alert CAG Ajax.” “Captain,” Garand began, hesitant, and drawing the captain’s attention. “Do you really believe the Pakleds could be more intelligent than they seem to be?” “Lieutenant, a close friend once told me, ‘There is always someone more powerful or more cunning. Always.’ Their hubris led to a devastating war that nearly decimated their species. “Lieutenant, what could be more cunning than either pretending to be stupid and being extremely intelligent, or being stupid enough to follow the lead of a highly intelligent and extremely dangerous species that is willing to give you everything you want and teach you how to use it to its full effect?”