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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |28 February 2020 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to hunt for the cause of and a cure for a strange illness. A comprehensive review in the conference room was called to be sure that we are on the same page. Possibilities discussed included the gremlin DNA, their anatomy, and the chemical spray they release for protection. Could the real issue stem from the genetically modified, more potent gremlins on Missouri since their crew has experienced worse symptoms? Their area has been quarantined and their physicians are proceeding with caution. Aegis and Missouri’s personnel are collaborating on an antidote and/or a counteragent against the illness. Removing the gremlins from Aegis was considered a possibility. However, the resources needed to accomplish the move and where they would be sent present a problem.
  2. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/21/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2.00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Command has called a meeting with all staff in the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Scott Coleridge: ::in the meeting room, laying out cookies in pleasing shapes:: Dacia Sandero: ::makes her way to the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::on her way to the conference room as well:: Chirakis: ::in her office, wrapping up a conversation with command:: Jylliene: ::having handed off Ops, headed to conference room:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC withy Dacia and goes to the Conference room:: Cptn d'Ka: :::enters via command lift::: Dacia Sandero: ::follows Mimi into the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Scott Coleridge: Commander, doctors. ::gestures at cookies:: Dacia Sandero: ::sits down as well, and settles in:: Jylliene: ::enters:: Chirakis: :::the admiral finally finishes talking, she blanks the screen, grabs her PADD, and exits her office, aiming toward the conference room:::: Cptn d'Ka: :::in step with the captain, enters the conference room::: Chirakis: :::approaching her chair, she waves d'Ka into one next to her, then sits, obviously exhausted:: Cptn d'Ka: ::settles in::: Chirakis: :::Scott, as she checks those attending::: Commander Coleridge, when you are ready, proceed. Jylliene: ::PADD out, taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: I've been reviewing the reports from your respective departments. Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting opposite of Kital :: Scott Coleridge: It seems like you have been making good progress answering some of the questions that have been raised in these past weeks. Scott Coleridge: I wanted to take this opportunity for us to review what we've learned so far, and what your current lines of inquiry are, so that we're all aware of what one another is doing. Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Mimi:: Doctor Pavilion, where are you at with your investigations? Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana! :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listening :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she is snuggled.:: Tarisa: ::Quietly sitting in the CR.:: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sitting off from the table :: mimipavilion: We have found that the gremlins are probable cause of what has been affecting the crew, but to what extent is still unknown. It is believed that their DNA may hold the key as well as their anatomy. Scott Coleridge: If that's the case, should we consider removing the gremlins from the station? Chirakis: :::glance to d'Ka with a curious expression::: mimipavilion: Most likely. Cptn d'Ka: ::paying more attention to the doctors:: Scott Coleridge: All right, we'll come back to that point in a moment. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Tarisa:: Commander Tarisa, could you summarize science's findings so far from your efforts? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: At this point also, we're not sure if it's the DNA from the gremlins themselves, or from their chemical odour spray they released Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Tarisa :: Dacia Sandero: ::also looks over at Tarisa:: Chirakis: ::mental notes, relaxing and listening::: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her friends:: mimipavilion: ::looks over to Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Perks up and nods.:: Yes, as stated, we believe the cause is likely the gremlins, but at this point the how of it is escaping us. But I believe they are more like a simple diversion planned or simply by accident. It seems the real issue may stem from what the Missouri has been experiencing. Cptn d'Ka: ::raises a brow:: Scott Coleridge: So we have a connection between the gremlins and the Missouri? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading something on his PADD :: Tarisa: ::Taps a little console on the table, bringing up a display of the modified Missouri. She nods to Scott.:: These were picked up by the Missouri. The are genetically modified gremlins. Alexis McFarland: ::playing her radio controlled AMC Gremlin in the park:: Scott Coleridge: Interesting, gremlins on gremlins Cptn d'Ka: :::fingers steeple, looking to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Anything to report from engineering's end? Tarisa: This variety seems more potent, so much so that the confined spaces of the ship allowed the "spray or stench" to be more concentrated. Their scrubbers were unable to keep up. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Woken from his trance :: Ie, well, the trouble with the replication systems appears solved and there are measures in place to prevent the same thing from happening Tarisa: ::Taps again, new display.:: The crew were experiencing a harsher array of symptoms as opposed to us. Nijil tr'Korjata: Otherwise, the station is just undergoing the normal set of issues any station would have. Scott Coleridge: ::nods to acknowledge Nijil while listening to Tarisa's addition:: Tarisa: ::Is done for the moment.:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa and Nijl,taking it all in:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Chases after the toy gremlin.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We have ruled out forms of radiation resulting in sleep problems. I am still having my vivid dreams, so they do not seem related. Scott Coleridge: So we have two sets of gremlins, one aboard Missouri and one aboard Aegis, each causing or somehow involved in the problems affecting both crews. Jylliene: ::continues taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: Earlier, I asked if we should consider removing the gremlins. If we decide to do that: what resources will we need to accomplish it, and where would we send them? Scott Coleridge: ::glances at Cayne, who is probably more familiar than most at the table with how extensively the gremlins have inhabited the disused parts of the station:: Cptn d'Ka: :::looks to Scott as though he has information::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Pokes at his PADD :: Here is a hologram of the gremlin locations. :: throws it up on the table between them all :: Scott Coleridge: Captain d'Ka? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, your science officer's idea is sound. however... Cptn d'Ka: The gene sequence of those on Missouri has been altered somehow. Dacia Sandero: ::listening on:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that yes, they are similar to your gremlins. They are also genetically altered to add another piece to the puzzle... Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at Cayne to wait for a moment while they hear d'Ka's input:: Altered? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Fades the holo :: Cptn d'Ka: It is not actually your gremlins, though they may play a part... Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that it is a composition of both, pointing more toward those on Missouri than to your gremlins. mimipavilion: ::does not like what she is hearing:: Cptn d'Ka: We have quarantined the areas and are proceeding with caution to find more information. ::is finished::: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over:: Scott Coleridge: Noted, thank you.. Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: Commander, you were about to explain the logistics of removing our gremlins? Cptn d'Ka: ::polite nod::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Brings up the holo again :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Cayne, then the holographic image:: Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne's hologram::: Tarisa: ::Looking at the hologram.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We need to call a ship that can take them. A Wallenberg class could do it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We also would need to tag each of them so we can securely transporter them to the ship, rather than leading them through a dock. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: But, we need to get them to their native environment. Jylliene: ::wonders how they'd ensure the safety of the receiving ship:: Tarisa: I would recommend settling them in a location away from the Alliance. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In this ship we could set up an environment just for them. Dacia Sandero: ::nods in agreement:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Searching has already begun, but introducing a species not native to the planet is...tricky mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::leans forward, listening:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It could take a while, as we have to send a team ahead to prepare the location. Scott Coleridge: So removing them is achievable, but we need time to put everything into place. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full medical workup would be helpful :: Looking at the medical staff :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, you said that the gremlins' spray is the agent that's causing the adverse reactions among the crew? Have we started exploring an antidote or counteragent we could use? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes we are exploring that option. Cptn d'Ka: :::hand up to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, Captain? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, our personnel are also working on such an agent. I will forward what they have found to your personnel. ::nods to Tarisa:: Tarisa: That will be very helpful. Scott Coleridge: Very good. Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and nods::: Certainly will. mimipavilion: Agreed Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, make that science's priority. Work with medical, who will also be continuing to look into the nature of the gremlins' physiology. Engineering might also need to assist if we decide to disperse the counteragent as some kind of aerosol. Scott Coleridge: Commanders Cayne and Kital, you're in charge of the logistics of rounding up and moving out the gremlins. Develop a concrete plan with best- and worst-case timelines based on available resources. Scott Coleridge: Consider building in some flexibility regarding your mode of transport… perhaps we will use a small convoy of ships rather than one larger vessel. It'll depend on what Starfleet can spare us. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks to Kital :: Scott Coleridge: Any questions? Jylliene: ::makes a note to make said plan:: Cptn d'Ka: ::has an idea regarding transporting ships, but will approach that later::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks to Chirakis and d'Ka:: Anything from either of the Captains? Chirakis: Not at the moment, Commander. Cptn d'Ka: ::Nods agreement:: Scott Coleridge: Very well. Thank you everyone for your contributions so far. Let's get back to work. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Excellent work, all. Chirakis: TBS will be the next morning at 0700. Chirakis: Commander, any thoughts for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or thoughts from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  3. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |21 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. The latest information regarding illness, dreams, hallucinations, and other strange events on Aegis seem to have no connections. Medical and Science have been collaborating to pin down the cause(s) and hopefully find a remedy. Command has called a meeting in the conference room at 1400. The meeting invitees have been expanded to include staff from all departments.
  4. We do have an opening in security. If there is time this Friday night we can talk about coming aboard.
  5. Welcome back, CTHuskyMan. Sky Harbor Aegis runs on Friday nights @ 10 pm EST. Aegis's present date is 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 - after the devastation of ch'Rihan. Located between former Breen space the Joint Allied Powers, the station's mission is to monitor that area of space, to ensure the safety of the station's inhabitants, and to serve as a way station for cargo, guests, and ambassadorial personnel. Aegis offers varied opportunities for its simulation. Visit us on a Friday night, watch for a while, and decide if this sim is for you.
  6. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/14/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some have recovered. The gremlins’ VIP area is a possible origin. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office with the door open:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working at CnC science station:: Dacia Sandero: ::analyzing the gremlins' DNA strands:: Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to a tactical screen::: Chirakis: ::sets it to sweep::: Jylliene: ::the requisitions are different recently; orders for things that might help ease sleep, and so on:: Chirakis: ::she's not actually looking at the screen, just using it as a focus point to consider the latest findings, some of which are very strange::: Scott Coleridge: ::reporting to the CnC, looking a little more refreshed than in previous days:: Chirakis: ::there has to be a trigger somewhere::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the situation:: Scott Coleridge: ::circulates the CnC once, observing the officers at their work, pleased that despite all the strange goings-on, everyone is focused on their tasks at hand:: Chirakis: ::wondering if science and medical are working in tandem:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Had the dream again, this time playing some kind of game. He'll have to replicate it here. Bet Annisha would get it :: Dacia Sandero: ::yes, probably is working with Science:: Tarisa: ::Steps into the Med Lab.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering for his morning shift, still catching up with what he missed :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles as Tarisa:: Good morning.. Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping, dreams she's a farmer:: Tarisa: Morning. ::Smiles.:: Anything new? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels shorter :: Jylliene: ::wonders how things would be different had she chosen a different path in the academy:: Jylliene: ::then returns to her work:: Dacia Sandero: Not much, though I just got in myself. Chirakis: ::checking the latest reports from medical::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working, though he felt out of sorts still. Probably should not operate heavy machinery :: Chirakis: ::finally exits her office, the door shutting behind her::: Annisha: :: Annisha was eating her breakfast, but started to feel like every time was breakfast :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing there looking at the morning work board. Was torn between making the script smaller or getting a larger board :: Chirakis: ::nods to Scott, noticing that he actually did get rest last night::: Tarisa: ::Sighs:: We need to focus on a cause. Doing so might lead to a permanent remedy. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone handed the authorization forms for him to sign off on :: Chirakis: ::steps up to Jylliene and waits for her attention, as she notices the overload in front of the OPS console::: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at a map of the sector :: Jylliene: Captain. Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think our suggestions help but don't solve much Jylliene: How may I help? mimipavilion: ::to self:: Solution, why are you being elusive? Dacia Sandero: Think of where to start is the hardest part Chirakis: Good morning, Commander Kital. I see Lt Dran on CnC. Have you an idea where the rest of science and medical are working? Jylliene: Last I knew, in the science lab and in medical - shall I see where the computer has them at the moment? Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the microscope of a chemical sample of the gremlins' spray:: Chirakis: :::considers that:: Please do. mimipavilion: ::goes to the lab:: Jylliene: ::nods:: ::consults computer:: Jylliene: Computer shows them in the medical lab, ma'am mimipavilion: ::enters the lab:: how are things going on in here Dacia Sandero: Drawing a blank right now, but then we did just barely get started. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. ::noticing Lt Dran working in CnC, she approaches, but does not want to disturb the lieutenant's thoughts, as she looks like she may be on to something::: Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens her eyes and lies in bed:: mimipavilion: Then shall we get started. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Signing and signing, he was not sure what to make of these dreams. One the one hand they occupied his thoughts throughout the day, on the other.. what was the other? :: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up her PADD and starts reading her messages:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Yes,let's. Scott Coleridge: ::working on several requests for resources related to some of the ongoing investigations:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::cross-referencing chemical samples:: Chirakis: ::the lieutenant is completely focused on her work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking for issues from the CnC :: Scott Coleridge: Captain, it might be useful for us to call a meeting with science and medical later today. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the samples:: Scott Coleridge: I think we could all use some updates and make sure we're aware of what everyone else is doing. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Looking over samples.:: Chirakis: However... ;::she moves toward him:: sooner rather than later? Dacia Sandero: ::rubs chin::: Chirakis: Or must they gather more information first? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking over to the big power core :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes and stretches out, reading her Twooter:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sends the latest information to Aegis::: Scott Coleridge: Whenever you think would be convenient. I'm just looking at some of these requisitions. The scope of our investigations keeps getting broader: computer viruses, fatigued crew, the ship component data from Missouri, and now the gremlins... the more departments and personnel involved, the more decentralized everything becomes. mimipavilion: ::goes to the holo-table and pulls up a rendering of the gremlin anatomy:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glaring at the few results coming from the search. Considering if the computer is mocking her or she has completely botched the data set entered:: Scott Coleridge: I'm concerned we're going to see duplication of effort and perhaps miss something in the process. Chirakis: ::after consideration, she nods::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: What do you think, 1400? Dacia Sandero: ::she does a detailed molecular scan, trying to find any kind of correlation:: Chirakis: 1400... :::ponders::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: I'll notify the relevant departments. mimipavilion: ::goes through their anatomy trying to figure out if something may be out of place:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Scott Coleridge: Do you want to invite Captain d'Ka as well? Perhaps he can provide some insight? Chirakis: Possibly, though their problem doesn't seem to be the same as ours. Chirakis: I will approach him and ask. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries the replicator :: Computer, one lemonade. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: It appears, then Nijil reaches to get it. Looks the glass over, puts it to his mouth and swallows :: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::looks up from his work but does not interfere with her thoughts::: Scott Coleridge: ::notifies science and medical departments of a special meeting at 1400: department heads will bring any personnel required to report full findings thus far:: mimipavilion: ::gets a notification about a meeting:: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a buzz on her PADD and reads the message:: Oh, OK. I hope we have something substantial by then. mimipavilion: ::hears Dacia:: agreed Cptn d'Ka: @ ::calls for the reports from Missouri's medical department::: Dacia Sandero: Best keep lookin' I suppose. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Cptn d'Ka: @ :::reading through their reports, considering every angle:: Scott Coleridge: ((I'm imagining d'Ka turning the reports so that he can read them from different directions.)) Cptn d'Ka: @ ((always the best way to read)) Chirakis: ((two minutes)) Chirakis: :::sits at the command console::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well. TBS will take us to the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Note from the captain - we are again at 100% attendance. Thank you. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some personnel seem to have been passed over and/or no longer have a problem. Others continue to fight it off. A study that was passed on to security pointed to the gremlins’ VIP area as a possible origin, though that has yet to be verified. Approximately 15 to 20 personnel are still in the medical complex.
  8. The Little Things Security Locker Room A high pitched screeee echoed through security's locker room, the sound of Ens Stacy Slater twisting and poking at the door to her locker. “What the hell, Stace!” came from the other side. “Haven’t oiled that thing yet?” “Well, I would oil that if it took oil, Gaz! Find something that’ll stop the squeak and I’ll owe you one,” she retorted, finally twisting it enough to get her locker to closed as Ens Guido Gazelli rounded the corner and made himself comfortable against the locker next to her. “Seriously, Gaz,” she said on a sigh. “You’d think that a new starbase would at least have lockers that don’t attack you when you need ‘em.” He shrugged. “Could be worse. And it’s only the locker, right?” Another exasperated sigh, and she nodded, then straightened her equipment. “Graveyard’s got me off guard. And our little friends on deck 42, but I got....” She stopped cold. “Damn, Gaz. I left the bars in my locker.” “No problem. I got it,” he said, pushing away from the adjacent locker. One hefty jerk managed to pull the locker open. He grabbed the energy bars, then closed and secured the door without too much noise. “So, you’re on 42?” he asked, handing her the package, then continuing “Me, too,” as she slipped the bars into her satchel. “Awesome,” she managed as they moved out. “And we’re on two hour rotations, but I’m not sure it’s going to make much difference since it upsets our circadian rhythms, like the chief says.” She adjusted her uniform and ran a hand through her close cropped red hair. It glistened in the dimmed passageway illumination. The soft tread of her regulation boots might have been silent for humans, but not for gremlins. They apparently had "good sniffers", as her mom would say, and she was right. “So… what’s in the satchel,” Gaz asked as they stepped into the lift. “Smells great.” “They’re pretty good. From my mom.” Handing one to him, she continued, “I wouldn’t call them great. But our little friends love ‘em. Especially when they play up and down the passageway. They don’t make a mess so it’s no big deal.” The lift opened and she stepped out, but Gaz stared at her until the lift began to close behind him. “They play up and down the passageway?” “Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Sometimes climb the bulkhead. They play most of the night.” Slowing his pace, his skepticism echoed in his words. “They play most of the night.” “Yeah.” She stopped to stare at him. “You don’t see them, Gaz? I mean, they’re right there, coming our way.” He looked around. “No. No I don’t, Stace. We’re the only ones here.”
  9. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/7/20 = /\ = = /\ = 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 = /\ = TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. To ensure the health of personnel, 4 hour watch has changed to 2 hour watch. Science and Medical are still working on the cause of the illness. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel are fighting off allergies instead of hallucinations, cause unknown. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::heading to quarters:: Chirakis: :::CnC, finishing up a few things:: Dacia Sandero: ::in her study, which used to be Alexis' bedroom and looks over their findings about this health epidemic:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil finds himself working on a panel on his way home, making a house call.. or in this case a panel call :: Nijil tr'Korjata: ODN lines... ugh. :: he gruffed :: Alexis McFarland: ::playing in her room, having just finished having dinner with her family:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, at her desk, trying to figure out what's going on:: Annisha: :: Studying (honest) at the dinner table, wondering what the replicator will think up tonight. She set it to create meals she liked with the nutrients parents approved. Did she consider what her mother and father might like? Eh, whatever :: Jylliene: ::heading down the corridors:: Chirakis: :::exits her office, nods to the OIC, and enters the command lift::: Security. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne stared at the display before him as if it was going to suddenly jump out at him :: Chirakis: ::entering security for a brief check with Garand::: Annisha: :: She was studying history, her people's history. She found it the hardest to get a grasp on. She knew her father was not a typical Rihan, nore were her grands :: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a monitor of chemical samples of whatever the gremlins' spray:: Jylliene: ::sees Nijil ahead as she heads back:: Nijil? Alexis McFarland: Jat'vash. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves :: Yes my e'lev. Just doing some work I saw on the docket before I got home. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::sighs:: So far, 5 more in the medical complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil seemed to have a bit of energy for this time of day, perhaps coated with some nerves :: Jylliene: ::nods and stops nearby:: Chirakis: Um.... ::takes a while to think::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to a plot of all people on scanners on the station. At this level everyone was just a dot, so it was more like a heat map. Oh, he could do that too :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to her :: How are au feeling? Chirakis: ::Garand:: And what is their watch station? Jylliene: Well enough, thanks. Jylliene: And you? Feeling recovered? Annisha: :: Flips her tablet over to call Alexis :: +Alexis+ Hey there. Alexis McFarland: ::walks over to her tablet:: +Annisha+. Hello. Did you have dinner yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Like I went on a vacation, did not sleep, but a sense of refreshment. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good. Annisha: +Alexis+ I'm waiting for people to come home. Letting the computer decide. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hey, if I put "redacted" on my Rihan history paper, do au think that will be both funny and true? Jylliene: ::Watches him work:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ What people? The delivery man? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places down his optical scanner and turns to give her a long kiss :: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ I think so. Though I don't know if the teacher would agree. Jylliene: That's a nice greeting. ::grins:: Annisha: +Alexis+ We are a complicated lot. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. ::sips some green tea:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her go :: The other engineers didn't think so when I tried it earlier. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Yes. I agree, what a last assignment of the year Chirakis: Garand> VIP decks...Captain. Jylliene: ::laughs:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of cheesecake for dessert:: Jylliene: I wouldn;t figure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Reading in her bedroom.:: Tarisa: ::Sitting in her office, going over the data.:: Chirakis: And what is the most prominent area? Jylliene: Almost finished? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Are you almost finished it? Chirakis: Garand> Um :::pages through the list::: VIP quarters, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes up :: Let's head home Chirakis: Very well. Carry on. Inform me of any more incidents immediately. Chirakis: Garand> Yes, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ So, what's for dinner, Annisha? Annisha: +Alexis+ Do au know who au are dressing up as for your project? Jylliene: Let's. ::accompanies:: Annisha: +Alexis+Computer will let everyone know. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Not sure yet... Chirakis: :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Jylliene :: So how are your dreams? Still having them? Chirakis: ::exits, looking for the physician on watch::: Jylliene: No, nothing of any note. Different ones here and there. Normal. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs out and lets someone else take over, nodding as he heads for the door :: mimipavilion: Bishop>::sees the Captain enter and goes over to her:: Hello Captain, how can I help you? Alexis McFarland: ::Lying on her bed with her feet dangling in the air behind her:: +Annisha+ Did you decide yet? Chirakis: A word in private, Doctor. Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie'p, the most dangerous person in our history. mimipavilion: Bishop>::nods:: Tarisa: ::Grabs a tea from her replicator and sits back down at her desk.:: Chirakis: :::follows::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Sela? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I can dress up as her. Annisha: +Alexis+ Early history, when Vulcans and Rihans parted ways Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Ahh... him. mimipavilion: Bishop>::in a secluded corner:: Chirakis: Doctor... how many personnel are presently in medical with symptoms of hallucinations? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits a lift at the commerce level, going to walk around for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters their quarters :: Annisha, we are home. Annisha: :: hears them :: Hey, :: pounds on the table :: I'm workin' mimipavilion: Bishop>::thinks:: Approximately 15 to 20 Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Jylliene: ::ponders:: On that project? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: To Annisha :: Are au watching those classic two-dimensional moving pictures again? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I'll be Surak then? Chirakis: And do you know where they were working? Or at least most of them? Annisha: Ie, I'm talking to Alexis. I'm going to be the leader of the separation movement. mimipavilion: Bishop> The VIP quarters I believe. Annisha: Logic be damned! Alexis McFarland: I'll play you a Diddy on my Vulcan harp. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, au certainly fit the profile and have the energy for it. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: A fitting choice, definitely Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her harp and plays a few notes:: Annisha: :: Gestures like she's playing the air accordion :: Chirakis: ::thinking::: Annisha: +Alexis+ Party on Lexi Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Party on Anni Chirakis: :::continues:: What area of the VIP quarters? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Annisha, then to Jylliene :: Well, time to let the computer feed us. mimipavilion: Bishop> I think near where the gremlins are, ma'am. Chirakis: ::nod:: Thank you, Doctor. mimipavilion: Bishop> No problem. Tarisa: ::Sighs as pauses again. She then brings up side by side data between the Aegis gremlins and the ones the Missouri discovered.:: Chirakis: ::exits, enters the lift and orders it to the rendezvous point for Cayne::: Jylliene: ::wonders what the choice will be today:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the nearest cafe, Stella Illos Leones :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Still no coffee? Ugh... whatever you have that is strong Dacia Sandero: ::studies the chemical compound of the gremlin spray:: Chirakis: :::enters the restaurant, spots Cayne::: Commander ::nod:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Enjoy your dinner, though I wonder who Miana should dress up as? Chirakis: Just make sure it's not so strong that you are flat out on the floor, Commander. ::sits, ordering tea:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sneezes:: Annisha: +Alexis+ Tell her I said jolan tru Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain :: stands :: Alexis McFarland: OK. Chirakis: As you were, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sits back down :: Something going on around the station? Chirakis: ::server:: And my usual. Chirakis: Always, Commander. Always. Chirakis: ::relaxing against the chair back she gets right to the point:: Commander, have you been on VIP deck lately? Jylliene: ::has a seat:: Who have your friends chosen? ::to Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The replicator creates three plates, each with a sandwich, topped with meats, cheeses, and sauces. Beside them were crispy potatoes and a pickled cucumber. :: Alexis McFarland: ::debating wether to call Miana up or just go over and visit since they're right next door to each other:: Chirakis: (cholesterol heaven, Nijil) Nijil tr'Korjata: (replicated, so like or fat-free everything ) Alexis McFarland: ::decides to head over to Miana's and presses the chime on her door:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets the plates on the table :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up, runs out to the door.:: Come in! Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and comes in:: Hi Miana. You have dinner yet? Annisha: For their project? I think someone is doing some Earther who flew kites Jylliene: Flew kites? Hm. Chirakis: :::waiting for his answer as the server moves away:: Annisha: They catch the wind and stay in the air. Shockingly boring I say Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Nods, with happy tail.:: I did, but I have dessert! Do you want some? Chirakis: ::::he seems to be exhausted::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns :: Oh sorry Captain, withdrawals from caffeine. Alexis McFarland: Sure. What kind of dessert? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not for a week or so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I need to send a team up there? Jylliene: Well, there must have been something significant about it if they were a choice for the project. Chirakis: No, Commander. When you were there, did you notice anything... unusual? Chirakis: Anything unusual in the air, that is. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs Alexis' hand and takes her to the dining area where a pie is sitting on the table.:: I think they called it the nut of the coco, with cream. Annisha: I guess so. Each culture has significant figures in their histories. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not really. Rather quiet though, like some hotel during a quiet season. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I was talking with Annisha about our school project. She wanted to be the Romulan leader who separated from Vulcan after the Time of the Awakening, and I was gonna be Surak. Did you want to dress up as anyone too? Sounds nice! ::squeezes Miana:: Jylliene: ::has some of the sandwich:: Alexis McFarland: Neesha sends her love and jolan trus Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Dress up? Who would I dress up as? Chirakis: Well, it was built for VIPs. ::sips:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone you want, really. It is our last assignment before school ends for the year. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a bite :: Alexis McFarland: Someone wanted to be the guy who flew kites and got electricity Cdr Wyatt Cayne: True :: drinks :: Bet they have more space than they need, certainly more than my place. Annisha: :: Eats :: Mmm, mustard. Chirakis: :: thoughtful nod:: Commander, when did you last rest? Alexis McFarland: ::produces a plate of cheesecake:: I also brought some cheesecake for you. Annisha: Father, au think I can have the doctor alter my appearance so I really look like that Awakening guy Jylliene: Don't you think that's a little much for a school project? Nijil tr'Korjata: Certainly not surgery...but I think they can do somethings I can't Annisha: It's only to instill fear into those that do not follow me, err, him Jylliene: Mhm. Tarisa: Miana> :;Sniffs.:: Oooo Chirakis: ::picking at her dinner, more concerned than hungry::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes it and places it by the pie. She then grabs two plates, forks, and two glasses of milk. Then she hops up in a chair.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yesterday afternoon...at my desk Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing I've not done before. On missions. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and sits with Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nibbles on the pickle :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Serves the cheesecake and pie.:: Chirakis: ::wry grin::: On your desk. ::puts her plate aside:: Your circadian rhythm is off after being on mission so often. Alexis McFarland: Yay yummy Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries the pie.:: Mmmm Jylliene: ::continues eating:: Are there any traditional family activities you recall from your childhood? ::to Nijil:: Alexis McFarland: ::also tries the pie:: mmmm yummy Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I bet Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 7 am next day. Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and Medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness that seems to target certain individuals and/or species. An immediate concern is the possibility that whatever is in the atmosphere could change genetic markers. Science is working on several things: Testing to judge the natural purpose of the illness. Is there a possibility of designed intent, or is it a side effect of something else? Will new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyard help? Are the infected personnel safe? Are the gremlins part of the problem? Is stress from overwork causing or exacerbating the problem? Instead of hallucinations, USS Missouri personnel are fighting off allergies from the gremlin-like creatures' corporeal remains. As a precaution, they have quarantined several crew, and are in the process of obtaining new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyards.
  11. Aegis Mission Brief 1/31/20 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have found caged corporeal gremlin-like remains and a metal box buried in pieces of the Alien Alliance stealth ship. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Chirakis: :::CnC at the master console::: Tarisa: ::Still in the med lab, working.:: Chirakis: :::reading through information from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical, looking at the DNA samples:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::in his office on Missouri, feeding information to Aegis::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the DNA:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::looking up from her console, she checks the status of CnC personnel to see if they have any symptoms of... anything::: Jylliene: ::sorting out messy info:: Tarisa: Hmm... ::Looking at data between the station and Missouri.:: I am certain the difference between us and the Missouri is size. They are much smaller, and the environmental scrubbers could not handle the extra strain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::labeling test samples:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sounds logical. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sending his final report::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::receives d’Ka’s report, thumbs through, frowns a bit and looks up::: Here we go again, Commander Kital. Chirakis: ::stands after forwarding the information to the medical complex:: Jylliene: ::sighs:: Tarisa: As far the cause, we know the Gremlins are involved, whether knowingly or not. I believe the stench they create could be a factor. mimipavilion: It could be. Dacia Sandero: I was thinking the same. When they released their stench through the whole station, I am thinking it might be likely how it spread. Chirakis: ::stops next to Jylliene:: And your family, Commander. Is it recovering, if only a little? Jylliene: Seems to be. It's hard to say, with the dreams. Tarisa: But the real question is how is it changing some of our genetic markers? Jylliene: But they are better than they were. Jylliene: And that'll have to do for now. mimipavilion: ::listening, pulls up her medical file looking at her most recent scan to one prior to the gremlins arriving:: Chirakis: I believe that is better than getting worse. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, resting as part of the temporary lighter duty shifts:: Jylliene: It is. Dacia Sandero: It's mostly humans that are affected by these symptoms, if I recall. Jylliene: ::ponders:: mimipavilion: Yes it is. ::looking at her genetic markers:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: And Romulans, and Vulcans to a lesser extent. Though I have yet to hear any complaints from them. Jylliene: Are you doing well, Captain? Tarisa: Though our races may seem safe at the moment, I still think there is a possibility we can eventually become affected. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Do you see any differences with the genetic markers? Chirakis: :::realizes that she's been staring into space, she nods:: Yes, Commander. Chirakis: Quite well. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Hard to tell at this point, but I need to do more detailed scans. ::Tarisa:: I agree, looks like stress and fatigue from long work hours also play a big part as well. Scott Coleridge: ::also staring into space as he listens to some music, wondering how everyone else is holding up:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright ::softly:: You can run a detailed scan of me, the genetic markers are mine. Chirakis: ::quietly::: Captain d'Ka and I are immune to most illnesses. Alexis McFarland: ::plays with Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Dran.:: Do you have anything else to add from your own research? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, Okay. ::does a comprehensive scan of Mimi::: Chirakis: ::leans close:: The power of Sindar blood. ::then stands to resume her pace::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes and comparing her genetic markers from those affected:: Tarisa: Miana> I wonder when people will feel better. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::makes a brief message and sends:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Maybe they need that green milk stuff Annisha drank. She said she slept well after she drank it. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::exiting his office, he enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Tae'Lynn Dran: There is a possibility the change in DNA markers is like an immune suppressant. Some features are similar to preventing transplant rejections. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Find something interesting? Chirakis: ::as she passes by the command console and notices incoming::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up in medical, but not in a bed :: Uhm Dacia Sandero: Yes, your immune system seems to be more robust than these other samples. I think it could be a reason why you don't seem to be experiencing any symptoms right now. Chirakis: ::glance to Jylliene, nods, then moves on keeping that in mind::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up on two feet and heads to the nearest doctor :: Jolan tru. Appears I feel asleep again. I am returning to duty? Tarisa: ::Takes in what Dran said.:: That sounds plausible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: exasperates :: What a dream. :: Looks around to make sure where he is :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: Commander Kital, take the con. I'm going to check on progress in medical. Dacia Sandero: Dr. NoName>Jolan tru. How are you feeling? Chirakis: I won't be long. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: :;too Nijil:: Chirakis: ::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Jylliene: ::starts making a slow circuit of the CnC, because it does feel good to stretch a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kno Naim :: Like a slept really deeply. but awake the whole time. I was talking temporal mechanics with this wom- person for some hours. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, cause and effect kind of things, just short of going to a board and writing out equations. Tarisa: I wish we had enough to go on to at least begin preventative measures. We still appear just short, however. Chirakis: ::exits to enter the complex, assuming that they are working through the problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: His PADD starts chirping as his PADD is back on duty, even if he isn't :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, it's very complicated. But I feel we are making good progress. mimipavilion: It's coming along. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his padd :: I'm going to need an entire shift to catch up... wish that other woman was here to help me, even, wait, was I discussing things with myself? Perhaps I have insights into causality that I never knew. Chirakis: ::not wanting to disturb their work, she stops at a discreet distance to listen::: Dacia Sandero: No Name> Ah that's interesting. :::Scans Nijil and checks his brainwaves:: Seem to be doing well, I'll send in my reports but ultimately, your clearing back on duty will be up to Dr Davis and Pavillion, I would think. Tae'Lynn Dran: I am contemplating tests to judge the natural purpose of this illness. Are we experiencing its designed intent or some type of side effect. Alien biologies rarely work together as in an orderly fashion. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she turns to see Chirakis. Can't hide from the kitty senses.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I can catch up on the administration part of it. Dacia Sandero: I'll try to help with that, if you need it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I will set up a workstation over in the waiting area while they let me know, post haste if au will. Chirakis: ::Nods to Tarisa:: Any new information? Jylliene: ((translation: he's gonna work until he's cleared to work?)) Chirakis: ((Sounds about right.)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes over :: Tarisa: :;To Dran:: I believe the crew of the Missouri might be feeling the designed intent. And as I've mentioned before the size between ship and station could be the reason we are not experiencing the full effect. Dacia Sandero: Dr No Name> You can do that at in your own quarters too.. just sayin Tarisa: ::Turns back to Chirakis.:: Currently brainstorming, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places his padd down and it projects upward in front of him. A series of engineering reports on systems throughout the station. Clearing the easy ones would be the least point of stress. :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: I will not disturb you, then. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks up at NN :: I will be alright for a time. A new area will help me work. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::exiting medical, he takes the lift to the fighter bay to check for progress::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He swiped and cleared items as if he was a slow Commander Data :: Dacia Sandero: NN> Alright, lemme know if you need anything. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Very likely. Smaller more dense population always increased transmission. I should study the species diversity on Missouri as well compared to Aegis. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::pondering:: {{Kh’éile, why would the Alien Alliance send their craft toward Aegis with only a few animals and allergens?}} Tarisa: Captain, it may not be an actual fix, but I would recommend the Missouri seek environmental scrubber replacements at the shipyard. They could even safely offload crewman there without affecting anyone, and least until we find something concrete to help everyone. mimipavilion: ::thinks about maybe re-homing the gremlins off station, as well the shipyard as a precaution:: Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: A good idea. Chirakis: ::looks up at his call, but turns to Tarisa::: Chirakis: I will inform the shipyard. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ Working at sickbay until I get cleared. Doing...paperwork they call it? jt Chirakis: You said "everyone". Have we more who are becoming ill? mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis:: Dacia Sandero: :::think that is good idea as well:: Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Isn't the point of not being cleared for duty to rest? Mental duties take a toll just as much as physical+ Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ PS: Are we having stew for dinner or did we have that last night? Tarisa: Everyone that has been affected, and we have not determined if those not affected are truly safe. Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Stew is tonight. Jylliene: ::gazes upward briefly, then continues the slow circuit of the CnC:: Chirakis: ::nods contemplatively:: Do anything you can to stop the spread, Commander. Chirakis: And studying the species diversity should help. ::Dran:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making notes in her journal:: Chirakis: Missouri is still working on it. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: {{My question as well, Kh’éile }} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks he should tell Jy everything on the dream, even the temporal mechanics... wait, would that place her in a coma? :: mimipavilion: We should also consider relocating the gremlins away from the shipyard and the station. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::standing outside the bay, watching the crew plow through the remains of the stealth ship::: Chirakis: ::Mimi:: And where would we place them? mimipavilion: At the moment I'm not sure. But it does need to be away from the Alliance. Scott Coleridge: ::yawns and gets up, prepares to do some stretches before he resumes duty:: Chirakis: From the Alliance? Scott Coleridge: ::wonders how science is progressing on investigating what's happening:: Chirakis: As protection? Chirakis: Doctor, let's begin with quarantine regarding the Gremlins. Captain d'Ka informed me that they are not a close species, though they are similar. Chirakis: (Last words) mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::listens and nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Both interesting and difficult. Chirakis: TBS will be 6PM same day. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  12. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |31 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have been reassembling the Alien Alliance stealth ship that tried to attack Aegis. Two things have been found beneath the rubble: the caged corporeal remains of a small species similar to the gremlins, and a metal box that appears to be a ship control mechanism. None of the Alien Alliance were aboard.
  13. The Core of the Matter USS Missouri Despite USS Missouri's advanced technology, her secondary fighter bay's atmospheric scrubbing system struggled to keep up with airborne particles. As teams slowly re-assembled the remains of the Alien Alliance stealth ship, the crew began to sneeze, cough, and lose their balance… which isn’t exactly the best thing to do when you’re standing on a fragmented ship’s hull with a razor sharp piece of the hull in your hand. As per protocol, the medical team examined all personnel who had been in the bay. After filling them with antibiotics, they were placed in quarantine. Medical personnel hunted down the culprit and adjusted the scrubbers to deal with the allergen. They scrubbed down unaffected personnel and slipped them into environmental suits, complete with sealed helmets and re-breathers. And wasn’t that fun to work in. As he searched through the wreckage, Lt Bill McGrene adjusted his helmet and began to lift a sizable piece of the ship's exterior hull. “Damn,” he muttered, checking out the section. “Looks like a piece of cockpit. Maybe a piece of the bridge?” He sighed, checked it over thoroughly, then finally hollered, “Kazaski, get over here! I need a hand!” The ensign pressed his helmet com to reply, “Comin’ atcha, sir.” Then he began to weave among the pieces toward the lieutenant. “Grab the other side, Kaz. Watch your suit and your six so your suit doesn’t tear. Heft that side over,” McGrene continued, giving Kazaski room for a healthy heave. “Be careful ‘cause there’s something under…” A loud crash echoed through the bay, catching everyone’s attention as the exterior hull flipped off, bounced a few times, and came to a clanging halt. Pausing to catch a breath, McGrene turned toward what should be the ship’s interior. “Figures,” he muttered, pointing to the next layer. “Catch a breath, Kaz. I have no idea how many layers are under here. Ask me and I’d say the Alien Alliance is playing games, and somewhere in the great beyond they’re sittin’ at a bar downing a cold one and having a great laugh.” Another deep sigh, and he turned to the ensign. “Ready for the next one, Kaz?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir.” “Good enough. Check your breather, take an extra breath, and let’s go.” Beneath the exterior was another layer, and under that another one before an interior cabin appeared, loaded with…. They froze, staring at the interior’s contents. A whispered, “Damn. Tell me I’m not seein’ what I’m seein’, Kaz.” Swallowing hard, Kazaski replied, “Wish I could, sir. Call medical?” “Yeah. Get ‘em here fast,” he whispered to Kaz, then shouted, “The rest of you, get back to work. You did not see this! Got it?” A chorus of “aye, aye, sir,” came through the communication system. Bill stared at the opening, wishing he’d never seen it, and praying he’d never see it again. * * * * * * * Captain d’Ka stood behind the medical complex window toward the corporeal remains that had been pulled from the wreckage. CMO Mason Mckindley and Chief Engineer Adira Hynson stood beside him, watching several personnel in protective clothing carefully remove several small bodies from a cage. “Doctor, how long had they been in the ship?” asked d’Ka soberly, his eyes flashing red with anger. “Difficult to tell, Captain,” he replied. “Given their present condition, I can say that they’ve been dead for some time. Probably frozen until they were needed.” D’ka forcefully sighed into a nod. “Species?” “Slightly similar to the gremlins on Aegis, but only slightly. At first chance, we’ll process their DNA to pin down the species.” After due consideration, D’ka turned toward Chief Engineer Hynson and pointed toward a small metal box on the opposite table. “The box, Commander? Any idea why that would accompany the cage?” “No Captain,” she replied. “As soon as Dr Mckindley has scanned the box thoroughly to make sure it’s not contaminated, he’ll pass it on to us for examination.” “And your best guess?” “A control mechanism, Captain. One explicitly aimed at Aegis.”
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. We are still on the trail of the illness. Missouri personnel are having allergic reactions. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office dealing with several things::: mimipavilion: ::still trying to figure out the fatigue issue:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on things:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping soundly in her bed, curled up and having a nice dream:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Helping Annisha with her morning routine, but not feeling himself :: Tarisa: ::Using a med lab, working with blood samples given by volunteers. Some samples were from people affected by the sleeplessness, others weren't:: Dacia Sandero: ::works with Tarisa and helping out where she can:: Chirakis: ::her door opens and she exits, contemplating the last information she received::: Dacia Sandero: ::cataloging the samples from those who consume caffeine and other stimulants and those who don't:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Entering CnC and feeling rather tired :: Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of the door opening on CnC::: Good morning, Commanders. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Mmm :: looks at his display :: Annisha: :: Eating cereal :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Tarisa: ::Looking at a sample where the owner was having symptoms, but had not used caffeine.:: I will be introducing caffeine to this sample. Chirakis: ::approaching Scott::: Commander... ::hands him a PADD::: The latest information from Starfleet Command. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly in her bed.:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: All right. ::watches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You need to drink your juice sweetie. :: to Annisha :: mimipavilion: ::gets up and goes to Lt. Klaxon:: Tarisa: ::Introduces the stimulant.:: Scott Coleridge: ::frowns more deeply as he reads:: mimipavilion: ::next to Klaxon:: How are you doing Lt? Chirakis: Klaxon> ::not responding:: Annisha: :: Gives him a look :: The voice thingy is working.. I think Chirakis: Klaxon> ::he is alive, though somewhat dazed and confused::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods as he sits :: The translation matrix is working now. Is the accent off-putting? Dacia Sandero: ::watches the results:: Hmm.. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well that's disturbing. mimipavilion: ::notes he is unable to speak: Alright ::look at vitals:: Normal, given the circumstances. ::looks at neural scans:: Chirakis: ::quietly to Scott::: Indeed. Something more to ponder. Tarisa: Interesting. ::Watching the results.:: There is an almost instant result in numerous regions that typically should not be affected. Annisha: :: munches :: Na, au sound different though. Au sure au don't need your head checked? Nijil tr'Korjata: Mimi said there was nothing on her instruments. Tarisa: It seems Dr. Pavilion was right to put a ban on stimulants. It is not the direct cause, but it is working against us. Annisha: I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: bopps her in the head :: You eat. Chirakis: ::Scott:: I will inform Commander Cayne eventually. Scott Coleridge: Do we need to do anything? Chirakis: We must be more vigilant than we ever have been... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I can see that, same would go for the long work schedules and overtimes, you can say the same about that since a lot of these people have worked extra time Chirakis: For the moment, the target is operatives... Chirakis: We can be sure that the danger will eventually grow. Slowly... stealthily... the danger will grow. Tarisa: I still do not see a cause. Perhaps a microvirus? We will need examine deeper. Chirakis: Any information regarding the illness? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at maps of the region, spying a look at sector 001 :: Scott Coleridge: No updates on that yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: So, how is temporal mechanics? mimipavilion: ::decides to take a more detailed scan of his brain to see if there is something deeper or anything out of the ordinary that may have been missed:: Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think it was mentioned this started not long after those gremlins arrived? We should start there. Annisha: Temporal what? We are na studying that yet. That's the upper grades. Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Yes. School in general then? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and yawns, opens her eyes and rubs them:: Annisha: It's fine. Just fine father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I've worked out the shorter shifts. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::finds the gremlins' DNA samples and puts one of them inside of a micro-scanner:: Scott Coleridge: I'll implement those starting tomorrow. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::staring at the ceiling::: Scott Coleridge: Basically half-shifts with an hour overlap. Chirakis: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiles at Annisha :: Keep it up then. Nijil tr'Korjata: Go.. I have people to meet. Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and goes to her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and stuff:: Chirakis: Half shifts. Two hours, then an hour rest, then two hours? Annisha: Au lost your job father. Good thing they weren't paying au. Scott Coleridge: Yes. Annisha: :: gets her bag and starts for the door, taking her plate to the recycler as she went :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Off duty... Chirakis: It sounds plausible. I wonder if that will interrupt their circadian rhythms. Tarisa: ::Begins genetic scan of the samples.:: Do we have samples of the Gremlins? I would like to compare them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his cup, realizing it's decaf tea :: Annisha: :: Out the door she went :: mimipavilion: ::closes Klaxon’s eyes, but notes they just open back up:: Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks a few times, then stares around the room::: Where am I? Dacia Sandero: Yes, we do. They're in the first row of the tray to your right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches her leave and heads to the big display :: Computer, mirror. :: The display turns into a large mirror, showing Nijil in his everyday attire, or at least what it has been for a few days :: Guess this is alright. Looks like I live in the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits his quarters and heads to somewhere new :: mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: You're in medical. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his chronometer :: I have some time. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks again:: What happened? Tarisa: ::Nods:: Thank you. ::Adds them to the scans.:: mimipavilion: You became rather fatigued. What's the last thing you remember? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Decides to go somewhere old... sickbay :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later, enters sickbay :: Chirakis: Klaxon> The last thing.... I was on my way to the training room. I think. mimipavilion: The training room. Tarisa: ::Getting some alarms. Her ears perk up, but then flatten as she reads the results.:: This...can not be right... Chirakis: ::Scott:: I suppose trying it would be the best way to figure that one. Anything else? Dacia Sandero: What'd you find? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not seeing anyone he should know, so sits readying an old copy of Starfleet Medical Quarterly :: Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. The security training room. The captain and I meet there regularly. Tarisa: These genomes...some of the markers are identical... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips over to local crime reports :: Annisha: :: Makes her way to class :: Scott Coleridge: Not at the moment. Other than the fatigue issues, things seem pretty quiet. The engineering cadre has managed to beat back any remaining system glitches. mimipavilion: As in Captain Chirakis, correct. Tarisa: Between the Gremlin samples and the affected crewman samples. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Wow, you're right. Chirakis: Excellent. Anything from science? Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. Captain Chirakis. Scott Coleridge: Not yet. Last I heard they had started analyzing tissue samples. Tarisa: But if you cross reference the crewman samples with scans from the past, those markers do not exist. Dacia Sandero: Ah yes. So this might be our cause, though we still need to find out why or how it's happened. It's a great turning point I think, Chirakis: ::nods:: I'll check with Dr Sandero and Cdr Tarisa. I need to visit the medical complex anyway. If nothing else, carry on. Alexis McFarland: ::eating breakfast of eggs and toast and juice:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: You should inform Dr. Pavilion. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, ::goes back to see what the blood samples, vitals and related such when he came in:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods::: Definitely will do. Annisha: :: Knocks on Alexis' door :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears a knocking:: Yes, come in. Annisha: :: Enters :: Well if it's na the miiiind reader Dacia Sandero: ::steps outside of the lab:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yes. Hi Annisha, you made it up here okay. Did you sleep good? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading the script used in the magazine :: mimipavilion: ::sees if there is anything odd:: Dacia Sandero: Oh, hey Mimi. We found something interesting in the lab, that you should check out. mimipavilion: Alright Dacia. Annisha: :: Getting in a pose her writing teacher does in school :: Au know Ms. McFarland, we say "did you sleep well" Not "good" or "gooder" mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: get some rest ok. Annisha: I slept better than last night. Father cooked up some funky milk thing that actually worked Alexis McFarland: Hmm, me fail English? That's unpossible! Alexis McFarland: Blue milk? Chirakis: :::moves toward the command lift, stopping to speak to Cayne::: Commander Coleridge has his hands full. I must visit the medical complex. You have the con. mimipavilion: ::goes with Dacia:: What do you have? Annisha: Green. Or was it olive. Said it was in his family for generations. Na sure how he would know that, but it worked. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll try to keep the station in one piece Captain. Chirakis: :::Cayne::: I should hope so. :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Dacia Sandero: These DNA findings between infected patients, and the gremlins' DNA. There is some certain genetic markers in their samples that match, and hadn't before, before the gremlins arrived. Alexis McFarland: Green milk? I haven't tried green milk before. Tarisa: ::Sees Mimi enter. :: First of all, the ban on stimulants was a correct choice. They were making symptoms worse. But this was not what we called you for. This was. ::Brings up the sample data, cross referenced with the Gremlin data.:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered what kind of medical facility this was as no one asked him anything, but reading this publication was all the attention he needed :: Annisha: I think it's got some kind of plant in it, perhaps it's all plant. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, interesting. How'd it taste? mimipavilion: Hmmm... so the gremlins were more or less the cause. Tarisa: It seems to be localized in specific species so far. Dacia Sandero: That seems to be the case, yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading up on brain therapy, getting a glimpse of the medical level the station risen to, at least two years ago :: Chirakis: :::exits the lift at medical and enters:: Tarisa: How it was done is still a mystery. Perhaps something to do with their stench. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches the Captain entering :: Tarisa: The Gremlins themselves may not even know they are doing it. mimipavilion: So now we need to deal with their DNA and purge it from the replicator and affected systems. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: We have the pattern in the replicator. I'll send au it. Alexis McFarland: Hm, okay. I'll try it tonight. Alexis McFarland: You warm it up before drinking it? Annisha: :: contorts her nose :: I think a little :: Tarisa: I understand the Missouri also has issues. Dacia Sandero: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: They transported the gremlins, right? Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. mimipavilion: Yes they are. I believe so. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the Captain:: Mimi and Dr Sandero are in the medical lab, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Oh sorry, we'll get to you. Head to the bio-bed when you're ready. Tarisa: If they have an advanced form of what we are dealing with, then the size of the station relative to the ship might be a factor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered if Nijil was in trouble and the Captain found him :: Chirakis: Commander Korjata. ::nods::: Thank you. ::to the nurse::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes. I am speaking better now. Here for an evaluation mimipavilion: ::nods:: So... maybe have the Missouri move away enough to reduce the symptoms for both crews. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: And you will return to duty, I hope? mimipavilion: At least until we find a solution to purge the problem from the computers. Nijil tr'Korjata: Return? So soon? Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: Chirakis: I would hope so. Engineering is getting slim. If you are able, you should return. mimipavilion: Alright I'll let the Captain know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/24/20 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have quite a few things that should soon be dealt with, so TBS will be 2 hours. Hopefully that will give us time to get a little more information. Chirakis: Missouri will be passing their information regarding their allergy outbreak to us during that time. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: None here Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are still on the trail of the illness. They believe that an element in caffeine might be the trigger for extreme fatigue, nightmares, and hallucinations. As a precaution, Captain Chirakis has banned coffee and anything else containing caffeine in CnC. Aboard USS Missouri, personnel are experiencing allergic reactions, source unknown. Admiral Mulligan has informed Captain Chirakis that Ragor Tal, a powerful and merciless leader, is now connected to the Alien Alliance.