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  1. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/11/19 =/\= 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. Sensor grid upgrades are close to completion. We hope to find the missing freighter, Argos II. Shuttle Warren is on SAR. On an unknown planet, Argos II is trying to repair their damage. Dr Jeremiah Brubaker has been stranded there for 10 years. He and Erei'Riov Kushana of Argos II are exchanging information. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the sensors from Main engineering:: Theobald Dumont: ::examining a sample in the geology lab:: Jylliene: ::on CNC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sick bay :: mimipavilion: ::on the CnC, still observing:: Chirakis: ::CnC, monitoring progress with Cmdr Coleridge::: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC, Internal OPS::: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at her console.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Petting the doggy, doing her best to keep distracted.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at a side station on the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ As I understand it, the sensor sweep will happen and then the processors will sort through the data. The changes will take a moment, but they should work relatively soon Theobald Dumont: ::looking at a vivisection of the core under a microscope:: Tarisa: +Kenyon+ Understood. Dacia Sandero: @ Alexis> ::looks at the dog :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::discussing things with Erei'Riov Kushana::: Chirakis: ::listening to the exchange between Kenyon and Tarisa::: Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne:: Anything I need to know about this sector? Tarisa: ::Continuing her sweep.:: Jylliene: ::wondering if the girls are okay, trying to trust that the captain of the Argos will find a way to signal Aegis:: Annisha: @ Kushana> So, two of my officers and myself will go back with au to the site of your ship. My first officer, engineers and medical will stay with the Argos II, along with the children. Theobald Dumont: ::putting the next specimen under the light:: +Computer+ increase magnification. Dacia Sandero: ::hopes likewise of the girls as Jylliene :: Chirakis: ::assuming he would say so if there were, but she is anxious about the children and will probably be busying herself with other things::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is very little traffic through the area, all things considered. A nebula is the most prominent fixture of the location. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> ::pets the dog as well:: Chirakis: ::turns:: The nebula is close to us? Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Tarisa: I am getting faint distortion waves from the area. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::watching the sensor feed.:: Theobald Dumont: ::picking at the core sample with a small blue lighted tweezer-like instrument:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: To Tarisa :: Distortion waves? What is their nature? Johnson Kenyon: ::monitoring the distortion on the sensors... wondering what kind it is... tapping console:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Whippet> :::wearing down since he has not played with children for so long, he snuggles up to them for a nap:: Tarisa: ::Curious.:: Gravimetric. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila...Shuttlecraft Warren> :: Maintaining a scanning pattern until they get further orders, and glad there is a replicator on board :: Tarisa: There should not be such waves, unless there was a planet nearby. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Tarisa :: May not play well with warp propulsion... Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> Doge sleep Chirakis: ::listening carefully::: Theobald Dumont: ::determining the age of the mineral stratification:: Tarisa: ::Looking over to Dran to confirm.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Finally purrs, since they first crashed.:: Annisha: :: Annisha was feeling a bit woozy, even after all this time :: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the specialty sensors running in tandem with the lateral sensors:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, yes. ::looking the data over, checking the math:: Patterns conform to planetary gravity wells. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: To Chirakis :: It's... well, a few light years out. Outside of what we normally scan. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis ::relaxing a bit:: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne:: Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Lights! ::breathes deeply:: ::to the technician:: I think we'll save the rest for another day. ::sits back:: Jylliene: ::scrolling through reports a second, then a third time, in case of anything she had missed in her state of mind:: Annisha: @ What time is it? Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> noonish Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not able to do his job well under the circumstances :: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Flight Deck+ Is the Nei'rrh ready? Tarisa: We should be able to formulate a rough search area for the shuttle. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing a bit of confusion in Main Engineering... tries to pick up the slack and provide some direction:: Theobald Dumont: ::exits the geology lab and enters main science:: ::looks over the duty roster:: Annisha: @ Kushana> I believe we are ready to go? :: to the doctor :: Johnson Kenyon: ::disappointed he didn't hear back from Commander Coleridge... hopes Nijil will recover soon:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Main engineering seemed rather lonely right about now, the sensor upgrades proceeded on schedule, but... :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Kenyon, do au have a report on the sensor upgrade status? Theobald Dumont: ::gets the chills, imagining how far down they had to drill through the ice:: ::moves on to the next tasks:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Commander. We should designate the closest point the shuttle should arrive for a telescopic scan for a planet. A visual location may be more reliable than what sensors are giving us. It also reduces the risk of. ::pauses:: sending another ship into an unstable location. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Yes, if your little group is, I certainly am. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at Nijil and standing:: Yes, sir. They are up and running. They seem to be improving the collective scanning capability now. mimipavilion: ::paying close attention to Jylliene and Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Agreed. ::Looking over for a moment, before setting a point on the map.:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Let's begin. :: Walks down the ramp to the rear of the cargo vessel :: Oh, this is hot... Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to figure out how Nijil is holding up:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Whippet, should we take them for a dip in the pool, girl? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: It will take some time for the processing to catch up. Fletcher Jackson: @ Whippet> ::suddenly excited, barks, tail wagging::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Do au have any children Mr. Kenyon? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Perks up.:: Johnson Kenyon: :Nijil:: No.. I'm single. I cannot imagine what you're going through Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> And the children? Will they be able to come? With the injuries they have, I mean. Jylliene: ::Trying to ensure she stays focused on the task at hand, exhales softly:: Theobald Dumont: ::walking around the main science lab going over each sub-departments' projects:: Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> hmm? Tarisa: I have the point set on the map. ::To Chirakis / Scott.:: With permission, I would like the Warren to begin the search. Chirakis: ::nods affirmative to Scott:: Annisha: @Kushana> One in particular has suffered a head injury. Since I don't know the journey or the dangers I erred on the side of caution. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Ah. Very well. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Agreed. Theobald Dumont: ::making notes here and there on a padd, accessing the wall consoles here and there in main science:: Scott Coleridge: Forward your suggested search pattern to Ops. Annisha: @Kushana> The one that is injured would like the walk the most. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Once you have the search pattern, instruct the Warren to begin immediately and send their data back to us. Tarisa: ::Looks to Jylliene, nodding in assurance.:: Sending coordinates. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: With respect, do you need to take some time off? Annisha: @Kushana> And my employer's granddaughter Tae'Lynn Dran: A spectral scan should tell the atmospheric makeup of any planets. Fletcher Jackson: ::watching his counterpart, just in case he's needed::: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Well, then. Whenever you are ready, we'll go. Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to get out there and search for them... time off without searching would be... an even greater injustice of my time. Jylliene: Sending to the Warren. Annisha: @Kushana> :: starts to walk :: Lead the way doctor... Johnson Kenyon: ((I'm told the sensor upgrades operate the specialty sensors at the same time.... press a button and in a moment you should see a spectral scan)) Jylliene: ::sends pattern to the Warren, as well as the Big Go-Ahead and the instruction to relay data back:: Theobald Dumont: ::replicates a black tea hot w/lemon:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving closer to Nijil and talking softly:: I could go with you Tae'Lynn Dran: ::quietly working on scans to ID any signs of ship destruction. Keeping those to herself for the moment:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Of course. Come, Whippet. Let's lead the way. ::making the way to the exit and turns in the direction of several small hills::: mimipavilion: ::notes that their fine and decides to go to engineering to check on Nijil , makes her way to the tl:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I would need permission to search and they have not narrowed down the section of space yet. Tarisa: @ Miana> Bye puppy. Come play again! mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am sure the Argos II is not destroyed. Dacia Sandero: @Alexis> Doge bye Nijil tr'Korjata: Sure.. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sighs :: +CnC+ Korjata to CnC Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: We may well have that section of space soon. Science has already discovered at least one planet on their route Chirakis: ::hears the SubCommander::: Theobald Dumont: ::puts his tea down and starts polishing an eyepiece:: Fletcher Jackson: +Nijil+ Internal OPS here. Go ahead. mimipavilion: ::arrives in engineering:: Jylliene: ::ears perk, listens in:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The Nei'rrh is ready to go, permission to search for the Argos II Jylliene: ::aloud in the background:: What? Chirakis: ::turns to Scott, eyebrow raised slightly::: Tarisa: ::Using the spectral setting. Perks up at the comm.:: Scott Coleridge: ::echoes:: What? Theobald Dumont: ::hums to himself:: Let's see, what's next? ::continues to him and goes about his business in main science:: Jylliene: ::turns toward the sound of the speaker from Jackson's console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::puzzled look at Jylliene's reaction:: mimipavilion: ::looks around for Nijil and sees him and goes over to him and hears him asking to search Argos II:: ummm excuse me? Chirakis: ::approaches Scott, speaking quietly:: One more could not hurt, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to Kenyon :: Au need some training on a Rihan vessel Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: turns to Mimi :: Ie doctor? mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Nijil... waiting for the doctor:: Chirakis: ::turned so Jyllene cannot easily hear the conversation:: And Nei’rrh is an excellent Search and Rescue vessel. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::leads the group around several hills, and the journey is not as long as it seemed to be when he took it the first time::: Theobald Dumont: ::sits at science station two and performs a level 3 diagnostic with manual calibration:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I know the Nei'rrh is. I'm more concerned about its pilot. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Mimi :: Au mean joining the search, for my own daughter, and the others? mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: I mean your mental state. Chirakis: (w) Perhaps if he had a companion? Someone to keep an eye on him? mimipavilion: and yes Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> There.. up ahead. That patch of green. That is my home. Scott Coleridge: Good idea. Theobald Dumont: ::flips through display after display for optimal efficiency:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Au mean despondent, worrisome, prone to not paying attention to his duties? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::wishing all the social interactions and relations had been mapped out and included in the station welcome packet:: Chirakis: ::nods:: +Nijil+ Permission granted. Tarisa: ::Hard to avoid conversations when she has satellite ears.:: Commander, I would like to join as well. mimipavilion: Yep. I wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't paying attention. Chirakis: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon will accompany you. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Mimi and Nijil:: And you might could use a backup engineer who wants to learn on additional vessels Annisha: @ Kushana> :: She was tired after the walk, but did not show it :: Sure not like the crash site. Jylliene: ::a little surprised, admittedly, but if Chirakis says okay, then...:: Johnson Kenyon: ::overhears Chirakis, quietly:: yes mimipavilion: ::hears Chirakis:: Looks like you got your permission. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::looks to Kushana:: I built it over the past ten years. And do you feel the temperature difference? Johnson Kenyon: I will gather up some things and meet you at the ship ::to Nijil:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Is that wise? Nijil tr'Korjata: What is the treatment doctor, for someone in my condition? Tarisa: I am familiar with the Nei'rrh's sensor systems. Chirakis: :::Jylliene:: Inform Shuttle Warren that they are to collaborate with the Nei’rrh when it arrives. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Scott Coleridge: ::hears Tarisa, suppresses a sigh:: Very well. mimipavilion: Just be careful. Jylliene: ::sends info on to the Warren, informing them of the Nei'rrh's imminent departure and Chirakis's order:: Chirakis: ::also hearing Tarisa, still close to Scott:: (w) ..and keep another pair of eyes on the SubCommander. Nijil tr'Korjata: May I ask for something extra medical wise in the shuttle, a portable medkit perhaps? Theobald Dumont: ::taps his fingers on the console in main science:: +Dran+ How are things in the CnC? Chirakis: (All shuttles have med kits) Tarisa: ::Nods. To Dran, stepping away from the console.:: The console is yours. Call up Mr. Dumont to assist you. mimipavilion: (I was going to state something like that) Chirakis: (Now, if you want an IFAK, check with security) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets ready to turn over ME to another of his department leads :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Theo+ We're about to launch another ship for the search. I'll be manning main sensors while Commander Tarisa joins the search. Johnson Kenyon: ::putting together a standard engineering toolkit, tricorder and a couple changes of clothes:: Tarisa: ::Takes the lift to the launch bay.:: mimipavilion: ::Nijil:: If you'll excuse me. Theobald Dumont: +Dran+ That sounds interesting. Shall I join you? Nijil tr'Korjata: Thank au doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods, goes to the tl, enters it and orders it back to the CnC:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Theo+ Please do. We're also still integrating the sensor upgrades. Tarisa: ::Makes a stop to get a pack of supplies, then continues to the bay.:: Theobald Dumont: +Dran+ Aye! +TL+ CnC! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a kit of his own, just in case and starts his way to the flight deck :: Jylliene: ::checking current status, gets a departure vector prepped and ready to forward to the Nei'rrh as soon as they launch:: mimipavilion: ::arrives back on the CnC:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Ten years au say? :: as they enter his 'compound' :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> ::they have finally reached his "home", the reconfigured shuttle:: Yes, Apparently. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the computers to cross check locals scans with the new systems against older baselines and input any correctional algorithms:: mimipavilion: ::steps back on the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I was told that this is the year 2388. I left in 2378 and was caught here. Theobald Dumont: ::steps onto the "bridge", half-convinced security is going to flag him, looks for Dran:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the shuttle bay, looking for the Nei'rrh:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Waves Theo over:: Theobald Dumont: Well Hello There! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Presses a button on his padd :: Beep beep :: the Nei'rrh decloaks :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> However :::he takes a deep breath:: I have enjoyed my stay. Why don't you all relax, take a dip in the pool. I do not advise drinking the water. I have a filter system for that and there is water inside the house. Jylliene: ::smiles inwardly at the new eager arrival to the CnC:: Annisha: @ Kushana> Au reused the shuttle's filtration? Tarisa: ::Arrives at the Nei'rrh with her pack, seeing Nijil and Kenyon.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Help me here. We can't pick up any planets but there's a gravity well the size of a planet just sitting there. Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I did. Very rudimentary, of course, but it does work. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Why don't we try looking for the star? Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> I might not be an engineer, but I do know a few things, my dear. ::smiles::: Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm trying to go a little simpler and just get a visual spectral signal. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, yes. Exactly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the shuttle :: Theobald Dumont: ::smiles:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the Nei'rrh decloaks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks out :: Tarisa? Au are coming too? Johnson Kenyon: ::follow Nijil into the shuttle:: Tae'Lynn Dran: It's inside or nearly inside a nebula so, there's that issue. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I figured I would be helpful, since I am familiar with the ship's sensors. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves her in :: Let's make haste. Tarisa: ::Steps inside.:: Theobald Dumont: ::sits down at science station 2:: Alright, let me pull up the gaseous chronometer, we can separate the nebula's composition to find the star. Johnson Kenyon: ::taking the copilot chair:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to the pilot's chair :: Engaging power, startup sequence...err, started. Tarisa: ::Sits at a console. Taking out her PADD, she brings up the coordinates.:: This is where the Warren will begin their search. Nijil tr'Korjata: First time for either of au on a Rihan shuttle? Johnson Kenyon: First time for me, sir. Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: It's probably a very old star if we can't see it well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes Tarisa's padd for a moment and enters the coordinates :: I have not been in that region. :: Gives the padd back :: mimipavilion: ::is a bit worried about Nijil and the rest of the parents:: Annisha: @ Kushana> While I don't mind relaxing, I would like to formulate some plan for our return? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa:: Glad you're here, Commander. If you want this seat, let me know. Theobald Dumont: ::looking for concentrations of xenon, fluorine, etc...:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Brubaker> Of course. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, true. Is the nebula in a state of expansion or contraction? Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ Nei'rrh to Aegis, permission to depart? Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: I can do my job from this console, thank you. Chirakis: ::nods to Jylliene:: Chirakis: Action> Nei'rrh departs. Jylliene: l+neirrh+ Launch when ready. Vector sent. mimipavilion: ::moves near an inactive mission console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps a command or two, turns the engineering status display on for Kenyon :: Au are the engineer for this mission. Theobald Dumont: Hmm... It is... blue. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/11/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, all.. Chirakis: Since the Argos II was only 2 days out in their 4 day journey to Aegis, it will take 2 days for the Nei'rrh to arrive in the search area. Chirakis: Therefore, TBS will be 2 days. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything for the crew? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Theobald Dumont: What is IFAK & (w)? Tarisa: (w) means whisper. Chirakis: Individual First Aid Kit. All military and LE carry them. Theobald Dumont: LE? Chirakis: Law Enforcement. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |11 January 2019 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 AM) Aegis local. For no apparent reason, the Rihan cargo vessel, Argos II, lost power suddenly and crash landed on a remote planet. Ten years ago, geologist and paleontologist Dr. Jeremiah Brubaker crash landed on the same planet under the same circumstances. Argos Erei'Riov Kushana and Dr Brubaker are sharing information in the hope that their ship can be repaired. On Aegis, installation of the Dahlem sensor grid upgrades is close to completion. Some work must be done to make them fully functional. Hopefully the sensors will help us locate the missing freighter, Argos II. Shuttle Warren is in the area with Ens Orrak on Search and Rescue.
  3. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/4/19 =/\= 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Rihan freighter Argos II, en route to Aegis, is missing. Efforts to find the freighter are in progress. No one besides the children's families has been informed. The security detail aboard Shuttle Warren has changed from Protection to Search and Rescue. Sensor logs from Shuttle Warren are being examined for clues. Aboard Argos II, all injuries are minor and are being treated. Argos II's crew is working diligently to restore power. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::Internal OPS::: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Theobald Dumont: ::in the Main Science Lab preparing a report:: Chirakis: :;with Cmdr Coleridge pouring over the sensor logs from the Warren::: Johnson Kenyon: ::supervising last minute upgrade to the sensors:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on command center filing reports:: Jylliene: ::keeping herself busy to distract herself:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ We are just about ready to engage the new sensors... a few more minutes, sir Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, feeling kind of worried about Alexis and the other kids:: Jylliene: ::fingers idly tapping the edge of the console:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: So this seems to be the point where the Warren loses track of the ship. ::points at a time index:: Prior to that point, everything is OK. Except... ::zooms in on subspace readings:: See that? mimipavilion: ::in medical having just told their guardians about the kids:::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles over to the window using a long metal thing as a crutch and looks outside:: It's so dark outside. Why is always looks dark? Jylliene: ::trying to leave things to experts, as it were:: Chirakis: ::listening::: Chirakis: I do. It is... strange. Alexis McFarland: @ ::presses her nose against the window:: Mmm. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::taking note that people seem tense today. Doing her best to keep her head down as she enters the reports:: Scott Coleridge: Now, if Argos had cloaked, those readings should have spiked momentarily as their cloaking shield interacted with the ship's warp field. Scott Coleridge: Instead they do the opposite and dip significantly. Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Some music please, Telemann. mimipavilion: ::looks around for Dacia and walks over to her:: Tarisa: ::In CnC, at her station, anxiously awaiting a call from engineering.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Chief, we're just about complete with the lateral sensor upgrades. Dacia Sandero: Hey mimipavilion: How are you doing? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::helping Alexis with her good arm.:: Scott Coleridge: That suggests to me the Argos didn't cloak but instead dropped out of warp… and extremely suddenly. We're looking at some kind of total engine failure. Dacia Sandero: :As good as can be expected, I suppose. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Checking up on a couple of the more seriously injured.:: Chirakis: And what would possibly cause such a failure? Theobald Dumont: ::steadily typing:: Scott Coleridge: ::shrug:: Any number of explanations. Malfunctions or sabotage. Some kind of external interference. We really can't say from this data. Alexis McFarland: @. ::smiles and holds onto Miana:: It sure looks weird out there. What kind of planet did we land on? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Well I'm going to the CnC for a while. Think you can manage the facility. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I can. Scott Coleridge: But we can use this time index, and what we know of the Argos' projected flight path, to determine where they dropped out of warp to within oh... ::mutters a few numbers:: three tenths of a light-year? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: I'll be back as soon as I can. Scott Coleridge: That will narrow down our scanning volume considerably. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Frowns.:: I do not know... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::files the last report:: mimipavilion: ::heads to the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: ::nods, thinking:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a moment to look around the CnC. Needs a potted plant or something for decoration:: Chirakis: That area of space is fairly desolate as I recall. Tarisa: ::Tapping the side of her console, nervously.:: mimipavilion: ::shortly arrives on the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: Speaking of which... ::Tarisa:: Commander Tarisa, any word yet on sensors? Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: No. I am still awaiting their report. Jylliene: ::nods in greeting as the doctor arrives:: mimipavilion: ::nods to Jylliene:: Scott Coleridge: All right. Captain Chirakis and I have narrowed down where we ought to look. Captain, if you share our findings with Tarisa and start working on the search parameters, I'll inquire about the upgrade progress. Chirakis: :::nods to Scott, then approaches Tarisa, hearing an edge in Tarisa's voice questioning::: Theobald Dumont: ::swings his chair around and pulls up another screen, tapping both consoles and eyes flitting back and forth:: Chirakis: ::walks up to her and asks quietly:: Are you all right, Commander? You seem distracted. Scott Coleridge: ::returns to his station:: +Engineering+ Commander Coleridge to Engineering. I need a status report on activating the sensor upgrades. Alexis McFarland: @ ::pets Miana and continues to look out the window:: Scott Coleridge: ((Kenyon you can take this call.)) Johnson Kenyon: ::wondering what's causing the delay from the Chief Engineer:: Chirakis: If need be, you may be relieved of duty for a while. Perhaps to be with your family? Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Save and Exit. Pause music. Johnson Kenyon: +Commander Coleridge+ Ltjg Kenyon here Chirakis: ::also keeping an eye on Jylliene:: Tarisa: ::Shakes her head.:: No Captain... I need to do this. I have to help find them. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, are the upgrades ready? Chirakis: ::nods slowly:: Very well. So long as it does not interfere with your concentration. I will forward our findings. mimipavilion: ::observes what's going on:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ We are ready to turn it on, but I haven't heard from our Chief Engineer to turn it on... he may be running simulations. Theobald Dumont: ::walks over to the replicator for a black tea hot w/lemon:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ We do have secondary sensors should anything go wrong Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Is not her usual purry self. She keeps watch, her senses on full.:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. Annisha: @ :: Annisha remained bed-ridden after her injury. She felt better, but only so so :: Johnson Kenyon: ::nodding to the engineering crew to stick around, heading for the TL to go to Main engineering:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Subcommander tr'Korjata may be... preoccupied. Theobald Dumont: ::drinks deeply, then returns the cup for disintegration:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles back over to Annisha's bed to check up on her:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Please activate the upgrades as soon as possible and let me know when the new sensors are available. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ Roger that. I'm headed to Main Engineering to turn it on now Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::Walking around the outside the Argos II, looking for a way in. Meanwhile, Whippet is sniffing around and checking the area:: Scott Coleridge: ::thinking that Nijil, having heard the news, has probably buried himself deep in some kind of maintenance task...it’s what he would do, and he doesn’t even have a kid to worry about:: Theobald Dumont: ::closes his eyes and thinks about Rutia for a moment:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa, Chirakis:: New sensors should be online in the next few minutes. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: Deck 70 Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Perks up.:: There is something! Chirakis: Excellent. Alexis McFarland: @ What is it? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil found himself torn between duty as an engineer and duty as father. Worked watched him more that be being a part of it. News of the freighter's disappearance rattled him :: Johnson Kenyon: ::exits TL, a moment later enters Main Engineering:: Tarisa: @ Miana> A little thing. See? ::Pointing at the dog.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he knocks on the ship's exterior and calls out:: Hello!!! Hello... anyone inside? Do you need help? Theobald Dumont: ::breathes deeply, then heads out the door with padd under arm:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::not fully aware of everything going on. She takes a spot among the science stations:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::hobbles over to the window:: oh, doggie Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around for Nijil:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending her off was the right thing to do, even being on a station is filled with threats and dangers :: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Ears flick at the banging.:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Oh hello, I was just looking for you miss. Scott Coleridge: ::realizes he has let Gila stew for over an hour now:: Johnson Kenyon: ::not seeing him right away, heads to the main holograph display:: Chirakis: Any word from the Shuttle Warren? ::Scott:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Also hears the knocking. Moves towards the door, but waits for one of the officers to open it.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Dumont:: Oh, how can I help? Alexis McFarland: @ What is that? Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he continues to knock, worried that they are all dead::: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Jylliene:: Commander, contact Ensign Orrak in the Warren. Tell her that we have made some progress in narrowing down the Argos' position, and that once we have a lead, we may need the Warren to follow the trail. But I want to make sure they're not heading into some kind of dangerous phenomenon first. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: The shuttle laid low within spitting distance of the nebula :: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: I just finished a report on our findings, Engineering did an internal sensor scan for subspace anomalies for us. I was just going to report back to Commander Tarisa. Johnson Kenyon: ::broadcast within Main Engineering:: Subcommander Korjata please report in.... all engineering staff prepare to initiate the upgraded sensors once we have the order Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes sir Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Decides to open the door, but not before grabbing an object to defend herself if she had to.:: Annisha: @ :: Woozy :: What is going on? Chirakis: ::keeping an eye on the sensor readings:: Jylliene: +Warren+ Aegis to Warren. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not yet. I figure the Warren will probably be our first-response option once we think we've found the Argos. Alexis McFarland: @. We're still crashed not the planet, But I see a doggie. Chirakis: Agreed. Johnson Kenyon: +Scott Coleridge+ We are ready, sir. Scott Coleridge: Depending on the status of the ship and its complement we'll decide from there whether we need to dispatch a more powerful vessel. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Proceed with the upgrade. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Dumont:: I think she may be busy right now. ::glances over her shoulder towards the Commander:: Something's going on. Annisha: @ Dog? Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Ah, good. Flip the switch, as it were. ::hoping his command school lessons have largely eliminated the mad scientist tone he used to have when he said that as an engineer:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Goes to the doorway of the room, peeking out.:: They are opening the big door. Dacia Sandero: @ ::looking at the doggie in the window:: Jylliene: ::sends the message to the Warren as directed:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he sees the door begin to open and jumps back. Whippet barks and wags her tail::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> +Aegis+ Warren here. Dacia Sandero: @I hear it too. I wonder if they're gonna go out and look around Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Well, as expected we did not find any subspace anomalies. The Dahlem suit was probably localized distortion. Johnson Kenyon: +Engineering+ + Coleridge+ + OPS+ Turning it on now Alexis McFarland: @I hear it too. I wonder if they're gonna go out and look around Tarisa: @ Y'shta> :;Ears fold back at the barking.:: Who are you? Johnson Kenyon: ::giving the computer command to initiate the sensor upgrade:: Alexis McFarland: @It's the dog. Tae'Lynn Dran: That makes sense. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: turns around :: Boost the signal, try other bands. :: Turns back around :: Sorry. I'm a sharpshooter, not an engineer. Tae'Lynn Dran: I think someone could make a career of studying those suits. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Ah... you are alive! Wonderful! ::he approaches, smiling broadly:: I am Dr. Jeremiah Brubaker. And it seems that you have crashed the same as I did several years ago. Johnson Kenyon: ::watching to see how the sensors react to the upgrade:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He was multitasking again, watching the sensors on one screen, looking over sensor logs on another, asking some friends on the flight deck to prep the Nei'rrh... :: Chirakis: ::watching the display::: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Would you mind presenting this padd to Tarisa when you feel the time is right. It's very low priority. ::hand out:: Theobald Dumont: ::chuckles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh sure. ::takes the padd:: Jylliene: +Warren+ We're getting closer on the Argos's location, and once we've got it, we'll have you go in. We do want to make sure you wouldn't be heading into any strange phenomena first. Theobald Dumont: What do you think is going on? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the sensors now:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Understood. I have spotted no debris on my search path. Tarisa: @ Y'shta> Several Years? ::Tilts her head slightly.:: I am Dr. Y'shta. We have many injured. Fortunately no fatalities yet. Annisha: @ I thought we could not go outside... Alexis McFarland: @I thought so too. ::sits on the bed next to Annisha:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Sensors are holding stable... though I'm not seeing much of an improvement Tae'Lynn Dran: I think we're looking for a ship. Something must of happened. Annisha: @ The captain said the sensors were not working, but surely someone would have opened the door...wait... Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffing the air, catching the scent of the old man and the doggy.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Good to meet you Dr Y'shta. And oh my goodness, I am glad you had no fatalities. Yes. Several years. Frankly, I have lost track of time. What year is this, please? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> They have not transmitted their transponder. We are prepping our medical supplies, but we only have so much. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in sickbay trying not to think of things too much:: Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: Well, I hope everything is alright. By the way, what plant should be enthroned next in the Science Lab's display case? Tarisa: @Y'shta> 2388 Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::the dog sniffs the air and jumps around like she wants to play::: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::shocked::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The processing is where we will see the most improvement. I was told the benefits were in non-real time processing. Tae'Lynn Dran: The next one I discover. ::grin:: I keep reading recon reports. I really hope to get on a survey mission soon. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Non real time processing? You mean in post sensor analysis? Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Well... goodness. I don't know what to say. 2388, you say? I left Deep Space 9 for this mission in 2378, just after the new year. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> I had no idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Yes, better forecasting. Theobald Dumont: Excellent! Do you mean to the archaeological site? Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Surprised look.:: How have you survived this long? Scott Coleridge: All right, let's put these sensors to use. mimipavilion: ::walks around the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that. I'll bring that up to see how quickly it makes a difference Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Well, I have always been quite efficient. Did a lot of hiking and spending time in the wilderness. It was fairly easy, actually. But... 2388? ::still stunned::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Comes back in with the others.:: I can smell the doggy. And someone else. I hear him talking with the Doctor. Alexis McFarland: @ I hear him too. Sounds like they're outsiders. Scott Coleridge: Let's scan the volume we've demarcated, start by looking for anything obvious… like, you know, a ship… and then widen the criteria to other anomalies that might be involved. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ This is only phase one. The other involves remote sensors working together. Tae'Lynn Dran: As soon as they reopen it up, yes. All I can read about is dusty rocks and long forgotten ruins. There's been little research on the planets biosphere. Even the farmers just focused on imported crops. Johnson Kenyon: ::bringing up the log of the recent scan... telling the computer to enhance with the new sensors upgrades. Annisha: @ :: Straining to listen :: Hmmm Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ that makes more sense. Tarisa: ::Doesn't hesitate to begin scanning.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Unless au can build a kilometer diameter dish on the station, this is the only way to do it. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> Do you mind if I come in and sit down? Over the hills to the west it is much cooler than it is in this area of the planet, where it is quite desolate. Theobald Dumont: ::closes his eyes and can hear the previous music running through his head, becomes quite relaxed:: Chirakis: ::complete focus on the sensor readings::: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ ::pulling away to make it more private:: How you holding up? Theobald Dumont: ::Dran:: If you please, excuse me miss. ::returns to his regular duty station:: Annisha: @ :: tries to get up, and does so, then falls to the floor :: Oof! Chirakis: ::receiving a call from Lt Garand, she steps aside and speaks quietly to her comm badge:: Deal with it, Lieutenant. Now is not the time for me to leave CnC. Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ Commander, are you on the sensors? Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm, Annisha. ::tries to help her up, whilst still sitting:: Tarisa: +Kenyon+ I am. ::Focusing on the area from the Warren's logs.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Okay. ::slight wave:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ My head is running yet my body remains still. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Helping Annisha.:: Theobald Dumont: B,bye ::steps through a door down the end of the corridor:: Johnson Kenyon: +Tarisa+ Our chief engineer informs me that this stage of the upgrade will allow improved post analysis, but is not real time Scott Coleridge: ::looking over the Argos' engine specifications, talks to himself:: If I were a ship and I dropped out of warp in... this... relative region. And my engines didn’t start... I would send out a distress call. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the secondary core tackle the sensor data :: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::ears flick as her attention turns to the sound she heard from the children's room.:: Excuse me. We have children, and one of them was severely injured. ::Goes to check on them.:: Scott Coleridge: [Talking to himself] But I didn't send out a distress call. Or did I? I did, but for some reason it didn't reach Aegis. My engines failed. The ship itself is fine though, so what happened next? Tarisa: +Kenyon+ Understood. Thank you. Annisha: @ Do they need help flying the ship? Alexis McFarland: @ I don't know. Johnson Kenyon: ::continues to monitor the upgrade:: Theobald Dumont: ::accesses the duty roster in astrometrics:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hearing something to Commander Coleridge. Somewhat worried about him:: Chirakis: ::hearing Scott:: It is possible that something is blocking their communication. If you recall, we did receive a strange signal that seemed to be distress. And it came from this area of space. ::presses a finger on the monitor::: Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: I am picking up distortions in subspace from that area. Johnson Kenyon: ::speaking to the engineers around him to pass along the word that everything is working well... good job:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulling up the sensor feed.:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Checks on the children, seeing Annisha up.:: Please lay back down. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm glad to hear you're still with us. Is there anything we can do? Theobald Dumont: +Computer+ Display the closest 3 astronomical objects in this sector and their distance. Chirakis: ::nods toward Tarisa:: Distortions? Alexis McFarland: @ ::moves over next to Miana to allow Y'shta to treat Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I believe suck strong distortions could disrupt a stable warp field. Tarisa: *such Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::since the doctor left the door open, he enters, careful not to disturb anyone or anything::: Annisha: @ Can't they perform a restart! Theobald Dumont: ::marvels at the viewscreen:: ::scans the sector to get familiar with the "territory":: Annisha: @ I have watched daddy, I can help! :: heads to the door :: Chirakis: :::Tarisa, Scott:: Do AQS form a warp field, or otherwise? Tarisa: @ Y'shta> :;Gently stops Annisha.:: Return to bed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa::: They would probably dampen any communications as well. Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::;amazed at the ship, its size, and the equipment::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, Romulan ships' warp drives, aside from their power generation, are similar in design to Federation propulsion. Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: Or even bounce it back. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ do you have a moment, sir? Chirakis: ::nodding understanding:: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Yes, Lieutenant? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Holds Annisha's hand.:: You should rest. Alexis McFarland: @ ::nods:: Annisha: @ I need to get to the bridge. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ It's a personal matter, can you receive? Theobald Dumont: ::pulls up the nearest nebulae and examines each one by one in detail:: Annisha: @ :: Sits back on the bed and starts to cry :: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::they come upon the area where the children are resting. Whippet wags her tail and approaches Miana, then puts her head in Miana's lap::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Hugging Annisha.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Puppy! ::Pets Whippet.:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> :::Whippet whines a little, her tail wagging::: Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ We're in the middle of something important. Perhaps you can stop by my office later. Tarisa: @ Miana> Puppy came to see us, Annisha.:: Theobald Dumont: ::magnifies a particularly blue nebula in astrometrics:: +Computer+ Composition? Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ acknowledged Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh, doggo! ::pets the dog:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing message to Coleridge... expressing concern about the Chief Engineer... suggests having a counselor check in on him and his family:: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> ::he smiles::: Whippet has missed companionship for... ten years? Annisha: @ :: crying :: My head hurts and I miss Mr. Cuddles... Theobald Dumont: ::moves on to the stars:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sending message marked "urgent and personal":: Fletcher Jackson: @ Dr Brubaker> :::licks Annisha's hand:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Flight Deck+ Make sure the Nei'rrh is ready Annisha: (hope that was the dog ) Fletcher Jackson: @ (the dog does, not the doctor) Tarisa: ((lol)) Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/4/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: And.. on that note. Alexis McFarland: lol Fletcher Jackson: I'll be more careful next time, Captain. Chirakis: I certainly hope so. Theobald Dumont: LOL Chirakis: Well... ::can't stop laughing::: Chirakis: Captain, Commander - TBS? Kallah Ramson: I'll defer to the commander's choice. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Chirakis: :::feels the cogs turning::: Scott Coleridge: Let's do 2 hours Chirakis: Two hours it is. Comments for the crew? Scott Coleridge: None Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Thank you to those who have returned and endured this hour while not feeling all that well. Chirakis: On that note.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  4. Jeremiah Brubaker Several miles from the Argos ll crash site, evidence of a similar crash landing just over ten years ago hugged the base of a lush, green hill several miles away. A stone path led from a crashed shuttle's main hatch to a small vegetable garden and a catch pond next to a rudimentary filtration system. A rather scruffy looking but strong and agile middle-aged man had just filled a few large canisters with water and was turning toward the shuttle's open hatch when what sounded like an immense explosion echoed down the valley and brought him up short. A mixed breed dog bolted from sniffing in the bushes and began barking frantically. “Oh my, Whippet,” said the man as he watched a cloud rise into the atmosphere. “What do you suppose that was? Another meteorite?” Whippet whined, then barked again and spun in anxiety as she ran back and forth in the direction of the blast. “What? You think we should investigate?” Whippet jumped and spun, ran a few yards more, and continued to bark. After a few minutes of consideration, the man acquiesced. “Well, then, if you insist. I suppose even a large meteorite is worth investigating, eh? You never know what you’re going to find in a meteorite. However… let’s put the water in the house and get our pack. It's quite far away, girl, but you know that, yes?” The dog’s tail wagged in excited expectation, and in a few minutes they were on their way. Dr Jeremiah Brubaker, renowned Professor of Geology and Paleontology at Starfleet Academy, had been stranded so long ago that he had been declared dead. Of course, with little contact to the outside world he hadn’t received that information. If he had, he would have retorted, “The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Yes, Mark Twain was his favorite author, and he mirrored Twain’s love of adventure. The doctor’s wilderness skills had transformed the shuttle into a home and its surroundings into a well kept yard and garden. Of course, he always traveled with his companion, Whippet, so he did not lack company, nor did he lack an emergency alarm. So Dr Brubaker and Whippet began the long journey toward Argos II. What he saw when they rounded the mountain that hid the freighter from view was well beyond what Jeremiah expected. [TBC in sim.]
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |4 January 2019 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Two days into their return to Aegis, the Rihan freighter Argos II has crash-landed on a small planet on the edge of an unpredictable structured nebula. Dr. Y’shta has treated the injured. For reasons unknown, the emergency systems of the Argos II shut off power from the AQS. The crew is now attempting to enable main power. Their security detail, led by Ens Orrak aboard the Warren, has turned back to search for the freighter. On Aegis, the parents of Annisha, Alexis, and Miana have been informed that the freighter is overdue for a check in but command is investigating. Cmdr Coleridge and Capt Chirakis are checking the Warren's logs looking for indications of what actually happened.
  6. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/28/18 =/\= 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 days. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The station is still fairly quiet. Task Force Aegis has been called to the border. The Dahlem suit is locked in the security vault. Engineering is still investigating the power drain. The Rihan freighter, Argos II, with Annisha, Alexis, and Miana aboard, has not reported for two days. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, at TAC::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, feeling a deja vu, realizes it's because he does this almost every day at this time:: Chirakis: ::turns politely:: Good morning, Commander. Tarisa: @ ::Fortunately for the freighter crew, Dr. Y'shta was on board and had treated everyone of at least the less severe injuries.:: Theobald Dumont: ::waters the poinsettia under glass:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::huddled with Miana and Annisha, after being treated by Miana's doctor:: Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to determine the source of the power drain:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sitting with the other girls. Her arm in a sling. She sniffles as she tries not to cry again.:: Theobald Dumont: Hm, Hm. Hm, Hm. ::takes a deep breath:: Johnson Kenyon: ::scanning the civilian quarters to determine the extent of the scan blockers: Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC, going to her station.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::sighs, still dealing with the Ferengi asking for a better berth, better this, better that::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::sporting a lot of bandages and a sling as well, hugs Miana to keep her warm and to not cry:: Scott Coleridge: ::glances at the latest status report:: Power drain... still. Suit is under control. Freighter missed its check-in again… wait, again? Huh. Annisha: @ :: Annisha was out for hours, and even know was only somewhat conscious of her surroundings :: Theobald Dumont: ::spraying a science lab console and wiping it down with white gloves:: Chirakis: ::looks up to Scott::: We are investigating the problem, Commander. Annisha: @ :: She only remembered being thrown from her bed, flying through the air, then blackness :: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Checks on Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Perks up about a freighter, but isn't aware of which one.:: Chirakis: However, it is not a good situation. Chirakis: I have been hailing Ens Orrak, and have had no response. Annisha: @ :: The emergency systems of the Argos II shut off power from the AQS. The crew was attempting to enable main power again, but the engineer told the captain she'd not be able to go into warp :: mimipavilion: ::going through reports:: Scott Coleridge: Display their last reported coordinates and overlay with their filed flight plan. Chirakis: Display up. ::looks to the board::: Theobald Dumont: +Tarisa+ Ma'am, should we send out a probe to scan the station for any subspace anomalies? I was just wondering if the suit or the Dahlem had any lasting effects. Annisha: Orrak> :: Her shuttle found itself between a rock and a hard place, more specifically a very dense nebula, making communication and sensors a challenge :: Scott Coleridge: Hmm. Tarisa: +Theo+ A probe might be a little much, but it would not hurt to use internal sensors. Annisha: Cayne> :: At his post scanning the skies, err, space :: Theobald Dumont: +Tarisa+ Aye I'll begin right away. mimipavilion: ::finishes up the small pile of reports she has, noting that there weren't many patients:: Hey Dacia, I'm going up to the CnC. Annisha: Orrak> :: to her pilot :: Get us out of the nebula, best speed... Theobald Dumont: ::thinks to himself:: Now where would I find the most optimal internal sensor interface without being too much of an interruption. Chirakis: Changing parameters for the shuttle. mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Commander, what kinds of navigational hazards and other natural phenomena are in the region where we last saw the freighter? mimipavilion: ::arrives at the CnC a few moments later:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Crawls back over to MIana and Annisha:: Ugh Theobald Dumont: ::heads out the door for the turbolift:: Fletcher Jackson: ::shifting to a request for docking that actually makes sense::: mimipavilion: ::steps on the CnC, staying out of the way:: Tarisa: ::Scans the area in question.:: There appears to be a dense nebula in that region. Annisha: @ :: The cut on her head was quite visible and for the moment largely left as it was, save for stopping the bleeding :: What happened? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Chief Engineer Scott Coleridge: Hmm, that's obvious enough that they wouldn't have blundered into it accidentally. Theobald Dumont: ::to himself:: Internal sensors... Internal sensors... ::taps a wall panel:: +Computer+ Where is the best place to interface with the internal sensors, in addition where there isn't too much foot traffic? Alexis McFarland: @We crashed. It's been 2 days. Scott Coleridge: They could have taken refuge in it, been chased in... but then Orrak would have reported something amiss right away, I would hope. Fletcher Jackson: ::blink::: Annisha: Nijil> :: Travel through space, for any ship, was filled with hazards, but they were filled with delays the most. He did not know the freighter captain well. Last time she was on the station she seemed to take a shine to him. Or he was imagining it :: Fletcher Jackson: ::checks his screen again...and again.... and again::: mimipavilion: ::slowly walks around the CnC:: Theobald Dumont: ::heads for Main Engineering, slowly down the corridor, deep in thought:: Annisha: Orrak> :: Travel through the nebula was slow going, and all she could do was wait while the ship pinged the station every minute :: Chirakis: :::still working to find a contact that might have promise::: Annisha: Nijil> :: He was tasked now with going over the power logs with a fine-toothed spanner :: Fletcher Jackson: ::slow turn::: Commander Coleridge, sir? Tarisa: ::Looking over that area.:: Commander, which freighter is missing? It might be easier to pinpoint. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Sniffles.:: Theobald Dumont: ::exiting the TL near Engineering, looking for the first yellow shirt he can find:: Annisha: @ Annisha> Crashed? :: feels her head :: Ugh... on the space station? Alexis McFarland: @ ::wraps her arms around Miana:: On the...ship. Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: The one with Annisha, Alexis, and Miana on it. Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Yes? Fletcher Jackson: I'm getting interference on one frequency, but I can't figure out what it's from. Tarisa: ::Turns pale, stepping away from the console briefly.:: mimipavilion: ::hears the children's name:: Fletcher Jackson: And every time I try to pin it down, it bounces back to another area, then another, and.... Well, sir, I can't even pinpoint the location. But it's the same little... ping? Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: You think it might be some kind of signal? Theobald Dumont: ::to himself:: I don't have time for this. ::strides into Main Engineering hoping someone would take notice:: Annisha: Nijil> :: When he thought about it, he always worried... :: Annisha: @ Annisha> Are we come yet? Fletcher Jackson: It sounds like it, sir. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Tucker> ::about to exit main engineering, notices Theobald:: Can I help you? Alexis McFarland: @Where we go? Theobald Dumont: ::Kenyon:: Yes sir, where are the internal sensors, if you please. Tarisa: ::Snaps to and furiously begins working sensors.:: Annisha: Nijil> :: Nijil sat at the main table, now tilted in a position more like a large display for one person. Blueprints flashed across the display :: Fletcher Jackson: There it is again... should I put it on speaker? Johnson Kenyon: Ens Tucker> ::to Theobald:: I'm sorry. What do you need? Lieutenant Kenyon is investigating an problem with the internal sensors now Scott Coleridge: ::accesses the subspace transceiver:: Let's apply a narrow-band filter, first. Annisha: Gila> :: Minutes seemed like hours :: Scott Coleridge: OK, try it now. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir... on speaker. Theobald Dumont: ::Tucker:: That's interesting. I was just going to run a scan to see if there were any lasting effects in the vicinity of Aegis from the Dahlem suit we've been studying. It briefly modulated the subspace field. Tarisa: ::Realigns the sensor grid.:: Chirakis: ACTION> Every 30 seconds, a garbled signal comes from another area of space, but every signal is the same. Annisha: @ Annisha> I am sleepy... Annisha: @ Gila> Push it as fast as you can helm.. :: they nod :: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Tucker> We should talk to the Chief, but he seems to be out... We could try and reach Lieutenant Kenyon if you like? Alexis McFarland: @Hmm. Sleepy. ::Leans on Annisha:: Tarisa: Commander, permission to implement the new sensor upgrades. Annisha: @ Nijil> :: He looked over to see Kenyon and Dumont conversing :: Chirakis: ACTION> And every signal is mostly along the freighter's flight plan. Theobald Dumont: ::Tucker:: I was also concerned for Aegis considering the Dahlem ship was either in orbit or docked and it also could have affected subspace. Have you noticed anything unusual down here in Engineering? Johnson Kenyon: {{actually that's Ens Tucker and Dumont conversing)) Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Commander, are you satisfied that the upgrades are ready? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Tarisa: :;Determined look.:: Scott Coleridge: Then it's your call. Notify engineering. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Tucker> ::to Theobald:: speak of the devil... Subcommander.... Chief would you like to talk to this officer? mimipavilion: ::listening to the conversation:: Annisha: Nijil> :: nods :: What the is matter? Scott Coleridge: Speaking of engineering... has anyone mentioned the freighter is overdue to check in to Subcommander tr'Korjata yet? Tarisa: ::Ears perk up.:: My sister also needs to be informed. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Tucker> ::steps out of the picture:: Chirakis: The situation has been compartmentalized until more information is available, Commander. Annisha: Gila> :: Her shuttle emerges from the nebula's perimeter :: Finally. ::taps :: mimipavilion: ::shrugs:: I'm not even sure Dacia has been informed Johnson Kenyon: ::scanning on deck 94, finding it shielded:: Scott Coleridge: Sensible, but someone needs to tell him soon before rumours start to spread. Tarisa: +Engineering+ Science to engineering. Prepare to initiate the new sensor upgrades. Theobald Dumont: ::Nijil:: Chief! Hello, I'm Dumont ASCI here. Our department wanted to run an internal scan for any subspace anomalies relating to the Dahlem cosmic ray suit. Scott Coleridge: Any thoughts on how we can determine if this signal is coming from the freighter, or from Orrak's shuttle? Annisha: Gila> +Aegis+ Shuttlecraft Warren to Station Aegis... Johnson Kenyon: ::hearing Tarisa's request... decides he better head up to Main Engineering:: Chirakis: ::looks up:: Annisha: Gila> Bah, what kind of delay are we on? Alexis McFarland: @ ::pets Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL, to computer Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Tries to calm down.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to computer:: Main Engineering Chirakis: That was more than a random signal. :::looks to Tarisa:: Tarisa: Trying to isolate it. ::Tapping furiously.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::shifts all incoming and outgoing to another officer and focuses on the signal::: Annisha: Nijil> :: He looked about :: Johnson Kenyon: :::arriving at Main Engineering... looking for Nijil:: Scott Coleridge: +Warren+ Aegis here, we read you. Annisha: Nijil :: At main engineering's sit-table :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Noticing a new Ensign at a table with our Chief Engineer:: Theobald Dumont: ::standing at the main wall console looking for internal sensors:: Annisha: Gila> +Aegis+ Ensign Orrak here, we have lost track of the Argos II. We presumed they cloaked, but nothing after that. Do you have her? Theobald Dumont: ::tap, reject:: ::tap, reject:: Hmm... Johnson Kenyon: ((no main wall console... We have a holographic display table and a table style console)) Scott Coleridge: ::frown:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing Theo... to Nijil:: Did we upgrade the sensors? Science is asking us to put them online? Chirakis: ::under her breath:: Kahless... mimipavilion: ::does not like the sound of that:: Scott Coleridge: +Gila+ That's a negative, Ensign. ::clears his throat:: You *presume* they cloaked? Do you or do you not have sensor readings that show they cloaked? Tarisa: ::Frowning.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Theobald:: Hello... I'm Lieutenant Kenyon Theobald Dumont: I could use some help gentlemen. Johnson Kenyon: How can I help? Theobald Dumont: I'm trying to do a scan for subspace anomalies using the internal sensors, but am unfamiliar with the holographic interface. mimipavilion: ::moves toward the area, standing off to the side of Chirakis:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in medical, still unaware anything is amiss:: Johnson Kenyon: subspace anomalies inside the station? Chirakis: :::sensing Mimi next to her but focusing on the situation::: Annisha: Gila> +Aegis+ Losing their trail was consistent with the trip to Volnar. Their warp signature fell off our sensors. Johnson Kenyon: ::sits down at a console station, brings up internal sensors:: Annisha: @ Annisha> :: lies back, not feeling good :: Theobald Dumont: ::Kenyon:: we've been studying the Dahlem cosmic ray suit and during our study it came online briefly modulating the subspace field. I'm looking for any lasting effects this may have had on the station. Alexis McFarland: @ ::watches Annisha:: Hmm. ::looks concerned:: Chirakis: :::her console pings with incoming and she turns to read the message::: Annisha: Nijil to Kenyon> Inside the station...possible, not probable. Johnson Kenyon: ::Dumond:: I don't know anything about the Dahlem cosmic suit... Dahlem... you're talking about the aliens, right? Scott Coleridge: +Gila+ Ensign, you still haven't answered my question. Theobald Dumont: Yes sir. Theobald Dumont: They left us with a souvenir and for safety purposes I wanted to run a scan suggested to me by the CSCI mimipavilion: ::more focused on the conversation than the ping:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Dumond:: you want a general sweep for anomalies... that I can do... the civilian decks appear to have some interference at this time though. Chirakis: ::then blanks her screen and looks up, her thoughts spinning to so many alternatives::: Annisha: Gila> +Aegis+ We do not know. Given your question we must assume the ship did not cloak. Theobald Dumont: +Tarisa+ Ma'am I'm starting to make some progress here. I'm in Main Engineering with officers Kenyon and the CENG. Johnson Kenyon: ::running an internal sensor sweep for anomalies:: Scott Coleridge: +Gila+ No, we're going to stop making any assumptions until we have more data. To that end, I want you to transmit your complete sensor logs up to the point where you lost track of the Argos II. Then I want you to stand by for further instructions. Johnson Kenyon: I'm not sure why Science didn't run these from CnC mimipavilion: ::thinks and looks around, shaking her head:: Theobald Dumont: ::Nijil:: Commander, the suit which modulated the subspace field briefly is now locked down in Security. Annisha: Gila> +Aegis+ Transmitting now. :: doing that 'it's happening now nod' :: Scott Coleridge: ::appears to be struggling to contain temper:: Chirakis: Sensor logs incoming. Tarisa: ::Is distracted by the situation to respond. But then perks up.:: +Theo+ Understood, have they activated the upgrades? We need them right away. Chirakis: Forwarding to you, Commander. Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Close the channel. Annisha: Nijil> It's not secure? Where is it now? Fletcher Jackson: Channel closed. Johnson Kenyon: ::Theobald:: I don't know anything about upgrades... that would have to be approved by Subcommander Nijil Theobald Dumont: ::Kenyon, Nijil:: Sirs, the CSCI was also wondering about the sensor upgrades if they have come online yet. Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Doctor. mimipavilion: ::turns to Scott:: Yes sir. Annisha: Nijil> No time like the present... Scott Coleridge: I need you to use that bedside manner of yours and inform the parents of these children that their freighter is overdue for a check-in, and we are investigating. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: I sure hope these 'upgrades' don't crash our sensors mimipavilion: ::nods:: of course. Annisha: Nijil> It's a matter of processing on our end, and not introducing additional noise Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: While Commander Tarisa tries out her new sensors... let's you and I pore over the Warren's logs and see if there are any indications of what actually happened. I'd feel better if we at least knew if they were in trouble. Chirakis: Agreed, Commander. Theobald Dumont: ::Kenyon:: I agree with the CENG. The subspace anomalies I was looking for are really not probable. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Tarisa:: I assume your sister is still aboard, correct. Theobald Dumont: But thanks for your help. Chirakis: ::passes tactical on to LtCdr Kohlir and steps toward Scott::: Johnson Kenyon: ::Theobald:: yet, I have no problem looking... what I don't know about are these upgrades to the sensors since I was not involved... The Chief is multitasking at the moment and we will have to wait for his input Scott Coleridge: I want us to proceed as if they are in danger, because I would rather be overcautious in this situation. ::looks around at the CnC:: But let's not jump to any conclusions. It's easy to let your concerns cloud your interpretation of the evidence, and that's just as dangerous. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: She would still be in the VIP quarters at this time. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: thank you. I'll get in touch with her. Theobald Dumont: ::Kenyon:: I see, very well then. Johnson Kenyon: ::Theobald:: are these sensor upgrades for the internal sensors? Chirakis: Yes, Commander. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/28/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: I will be working on a log that will outline what has happened so we don't get off track. Our next sim will be next year. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Let's do an hour TBS. Scott Coleridge: Time enough to bring on the upgrades and let Ensign Orrak stew for a bit. Scott Coleridge: ::glances at the engineers:: Is an hour enough time to get the upgrades online? Johnson Kenyon: I really don't know what kind of upgrades we're talking about. Scott Coleridge: They are Dahlem-inspired refinements to the sensor array. Johnson Kenyon: a software upgrade or hardware... Ah... Dahlem inspired. Nijil tr'Korjata: Both. Johnson Kenyon: what are they supposed to improve? Hardware will take considerably more time to install. Nijil tr'Korjata: Range, sensitivity, log processing Scott Coleridge: The hardware upgrades have been done, but bringing them online is more than just flipping a switch. So you could log about that if you want. Switch over to the new processors, etc. Johnson Kenyon: An hour will give us some software improvements, but not a lot of hardware. Johnson Kenyon: gotcha Scott Coleridge: And Tarisa did put in a "rush order," so you can complain that you're rigging some things and will have to go back and refine them later. Johnson Kenyon: do we have other information on these improvements to assist? Nijil tr'Korjata: Like any software project, we run nightlies. Johnson Kenyon: you are the chief and would know about the changes to the station... if you want it up in an hour, it shall be. Scott Coleridge: As far as possible malfunctions from the new sensors, I think Tarisa and I ironed out any serious problems, but I could certainly see them causing small hiccups for you to track down here or there over the next few weeks while they get used. And who knows, maybe you'll find a way to make further improvements. Johnson Kenyon: always do....with a few glitches here and there. These sensor improvements... they are in general... not specific to one problem? Chirakis: The Dahlem left quite a few new technologies that they said "would be needed in the near future". Scott Coleridge: We used to have a station that was a horrible hodgepodge of Cardassian, Federation, and Ferengi tech. Although now I guess with the Romulan integrations, we're not strictly Federation tech on this one either. Johnson Kenyon: night all... and my apologies Chirakis Chirakis: No apologies necessary, Lieutenant. Chirakis: It's best to get things straightened out early than later. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 December 2018 4 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.125 TBS is 2 days. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. For the last 2 days things have moved smoothly on Aegis. Dr Sandero has recovered from her DNA incident with the Dahlem suit. Since there might be a biological component to the suit, it has been transferred to the security vault. Engineering is still hunting the cause of the power drain. As far as we know, Annisha, Alexis, and Miana have left Volnar and are en route to Aegis, ETA now 2 days. However, Aegis has not received the usual progress report from their cargo vessel, Argos II. Their security detail has been following an hour behind. Commanded by Ens Gila Orrak, they continue on, believing that the Rihan cargo vessel has cloaked for safety.
  8. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/21/18 =/\= 2 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.123 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The station is still fairly quiet. Science is still examining the Dahlem suit. They are investigating the possibility of a biological component. Engineering is still looking for the cause of the power drain. School begins next week for Annisha, Alexis, and Miana. They are on the way home. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Annisha:@ :: The three said their goodbyes to the Korjata's and to the planet Volnar :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::says goodbye as well and stuff:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Theo: ::adjusting his uniform:: Chirakis: ::having been in CnC for several hours, she continues working at her console::: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Tarisa:@ Miana> ::Waves bye bye.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::has only been here since 0645, but he's all set::: Annisha:@ :: Annisha loads the last of her stuff onto the cargo vessel :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Chirakis: :::turns:: Good morning, Commander. ::polite nod:: Annisha:@ :: Meanwhile, kilometers away, Gila and her team lift off from the planet Volnar to 'escort' the cargo vessel back to Aegis :: Scott Coleridge: Hello, Captain. Any updates? Alexis McFarland:@::Loading her stuff into the cargo ship as well:: Tarisa:@Miana> ::Had packed light, and already had her stuff on board.:: Chirakis: None of which I am aware. Science will continue their inspection of the Dahlem suit, I am told. Traffic moves smoothly through the corridors. And.. the children will be back in a few days. Dacia Sandero: ::still probably recovering from her encounter with the suit:: Chirakis: And I must say that I do miss them, though that is strange. ::passing smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going to work, as it always seemed like he was merely going to work. Actually he lived at work and it always followed him home. At least once a week he was awoken to some danger on the station. The silent kind command rarely heard about until it became a byline in the morning briefing :: Tarisa:@ Miana> Will everyone be happy to see us again? Theo: ::looking around medical for the first time, with a somewhat apprehensive look:: mimipavilion: ::goes in main medical:: Alexis McFarland:@ Yes, I think so. We've been gone for awhile. Annisha:@ :: to Miana :: Everyone? That's a lot of people. Tarisa:@ Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: It went by pretty fast mimipavilion: ::goes over to Dacia:: How are you doing? Annisha:@ :: Gila's shuttle enters orbit :: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I seem to be doing better thanks. Theo: ::Tarisa:: will the doctor be alright Commander? Fletcher Jackson: ::working OPS for Cdr Kital::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a last letter from Annisha on his PADD, plus the latest moves in their long running galactic game. :: mimipavilion: ::looks over her file:: I think you're good to go. Tarisa: ::Stepping over near Theo.:: I believe she will. Fletcher Jackson: ::checking the area for incoming and there are not many:: Theo: ::breathes deeply:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, reviews some of the latest reports:: Annisha:@ Captain of Cargo Vessel: "This is the captain speaking, prepare for leaving Volnar and entering orbit for our voyage back to Aegis" Alexis McFarland:@ ::settled into their room again:: Tarisa: ::Sits at the computer console. Looking up at Theo.:: Have you had your breakfast yet? Dacia Sandero: That's good to hear, thanks. Annisha:@ :: The inflight light comes on and the cargo vessel ascends to space :: Scott Coleridge: ::no one in particular:: So science has made some curious discoveries with this suit, I see. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Just a croissant, and some coffee, Lunch is usually my main meal of the day. Alexis McFarland:@ Summer vacation's only a few weeks away; maybe we'll get to somewhere again. Tarisa:@Miana> ::Takes a seat by Annisha and Alexis.:: Chirakis: ::she looks up from her work:: Yes, Captain. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: No problem. I need my staff in tip top shape. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I prefer a green tea and the claw of a bear from the cafe. Dacia Sandero: Yes. It was weird that suit, but I do feel alot better now Annisha:@ :: They were sat in their cabin and could see space from the porthole view :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::looks out window:: mimipavilion: Oh don't I know it. Theo: ::smiles:: Commander Annisha:@ :: The view goes from blue to back as the ship enters orbit :: Chirakis: (and I promoted you, Scott. Aren't you just so glad to be captain.) Scott Coleridge: ((I mean, you may regret it)) Tarisa: ((lol)) Tarisa: @ Miana> pretty Chirakis: (I never did consider that possibility. Hm...) Scott Coleridge: They're doing quite well. I wonder if we should give them intractable alien equipment more often. Chirakis: ::regards him questioningly, wondering if he is serious::: Alexis McFarland:@ Oooh! mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office:: Annisha:@ :: Gila looked at her viewscreen, zooming in on the cargo vessel :: Gila: Maintain course, one hour behind them. Theo: ::Tarisa:: I was thinking... a transporter doesn't rewrite our DNA, but it does decompile it. Might that be a similar function of the cosmic ray suit? Tarisa: That sounds possible. ::Focusing on the console.:: Did you manage to get a sample from the suit? Theo: I didn't want to interfere with the nanites. Annisha:@ Cargo Captain: We are at the proper heading. Aegis in almost four days. Tarisa: @Miana> ::Looking at her tablet, filled with so many pictures from the trip.:: [email protected] :: The cargo vessel warps away towards Aegis :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::looks over her pictures as well:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne:@ :: Drinking a large vessel of coffee :: Tarisa: I understand. It is possible they could have reacted negatively. Alexis McFarland:@ ::already posted most of them to her SpaceBook account:: Theo: ::slight laugh:: Theo: ::Tarisa:: we might try to transport the suit without altering it in any damaging way? Tarisa: Fortunately we do have scan of the nanites themselves. ::Shakes head.:: That is not advisable with the suit locked away. Scott Coleridge: ::pondering the power drain report from engineering:: Chirakis: ::continues paging through reports::: mimipavilion: ::going through her own reports:: Theo: ::Tarisa:: The transporter might give us a recognizable pattern of construction. But I'm probably grasping at straws here. Alright maybe I could download some of the nanites' subroutines. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listening to music in his ear buds as he danced to work :: "nneihe-caernu'd daeftan..." Alexis McFarland:@ ::plops on bed, next to Miana:: Annisha:@:: Time passes on the Cargo vessel uneventfully :: Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: That sounds good. Theo: Do you have the tricorder used to scan the nanites? Theo: Or maybe the CMED has the info. Annisha:@ :: The vessel was well out of the Volnar system after some time, tracking, or not tracking, in the space between major systems :: Tarisa: ::Hands him the tricorder.:: Fletcher Jackson: Hm... ::thoughtful expression for a while, then continues:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Napping.:: Theo: ::inserts an isolinear chip and waits for the data to process:: Nijil tr'Korjata:@ :: Gets closer to work, reading and listening :: Theo: ::pulls the chip out of the tricorder and inserts it into a computer console:: Annisha:@ :: Sleeping :: Chirakis: ACTION> The cargo vessel bringing the children home drops suddenly from warp. Its engines are malfunctioning, reason unknown. After struggling to control the ship, the captain has to land on a planet in a remote area of space. Alexis McFarland: @ ::is sleeping as well:: Chirakis: :::she sighs, shaking her head at one report, then sits down to answer several questions::: Annisha:@ :: The lights flicker out at first, a flash, then darkness fills the room where the girls were staying:: Annisha:@ ::Then the ship shook, throwing Annisha to the soft deck :: Theo: ::calls up the nanite schematics and searches for the programming language:: Tarisa:@ Miana> :;Starts to wake up at the jostling of the ship. Looks out the window.:: Are we supposed to be landing on another planet? Alexis McFarland:@ ::gets jostled around slightly:: Already? I thought we were going to Aegis. Fletcher Jackson: :::berthing ships as needed, but having a tough time with a Ferengi who insists on having the best berth in the galaxy::: Annisha:@ :: Klaxons sound, a voice on the intercom :: Condition red! I repeat, condition red. Losing power, imminent loss of super-light engines! Alexis McFarland:@ That doesn't sound good. Annisha: @ Owww ow ow.... It's dark! Annisha:@ :: get herself back on the bed :: Alexis McFarland:@What happened? Did you stub your toe? Theo: ::to himself:: these nanites were definitely not created in a Federation facility. ::eyes widen as the data flashes across the screen:: Wow... Chirakis: ::glances to Jackson, but he seems to be holding his own:: Annisha: @ Intercom voice: "Steering vessel into a nearby system, entry in three minut.... :: cuts out :: Fletcher Jackson: :::changes from Federation Standard to Ferengi and the ship's captain is so shocked, he complies::: Annisha:@ :: Cargo ship violently shakes :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Holds onto Alexis and Annisha.:: Annisha:@ :: Annisha gets under the covers :: Theo: +Computer+ Can you initiate a translation matrix? I need to get the operational files on these nanites. Alexis McFarland:@ ::holds Annisha and Miana as well under covers:: Chirakis: ::turns back to watch Jackson::: Annisha:@ Cargo ship's captain: "Girls, secure yourselves...: Annisha:@ Cargo Captain to another officer on their bridge: Send out a general distress if you can. Theo: ::Tarisa:: DNA is definitely not my strong suit, Ma'am. Annisha:@ :: A green light strip glows dimly from the ceiling :: Fletcher Jackson: ::continues in Ferengi for a while, then shifts back to Federation Standard:: Tarisa: Nor mine. Annisha:@ :: Annisha looks at the walls :: That's not good. Alexis McFarland:@Ooooh.. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Doesn't want to look.:: Annisha:@ :: On the cargo ship bridge, they spot a planetoid, dimly lit by it's red dwarf star :: Annisha:@ Cargo Captain: We are losing navigational control, set a course for that...planet. Prepare for a rough landing... :: planet gets bigger on the screen:: Theo: ::LtCmdr:: Tarisa, here are the Dahlem nanite subroutine files. We could try to program our own nanites to act in the same fashion, but maybe the medical staff would be more comfortable with that aspect. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in Sickbay and also assisting Tarisa and Theo wherever she can:: Alexis McFarland:@::still holds onto Miana and Annisha as the ship descends:: Annisha:@ Captain>:: The cargo ship pitches its nose up to lessen the impact :: Inertial dampeners to full... ease us in. Tarisa: I am not sure our nanites would be able to handle the program. Theo: ::Dacia:: I'm so glad your alive Doctor! Chirakis: ACTION> The distress call seems to go out, but it's more static than anything and it does not register as a distress call. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: Thanks, glad to be alive. Theo: ::Dacia:: Can you remember where you went at all? Annisha:@ Closer.... we are coming in to fast,, thrusters to full reverse...impact in...! Chirakis: ::finishing up her reports, she blanks the screen and begins her usual pace around CnC::: Dacia Sandero: When I was in that suit? Not really, unfortunately. I felt as if I just faded in and out, just blackness. Theo: Hmm... Annisha:@ :: The cargo ship makes contact with the surface of the planet, bouncing a few times :: Annisha:@ :: Screams :: Alexis McFarland: @ Ahh! Chirakis: ::enjoying a few days without major incidents::: Annisha:@ :: Creaks and bending metal sounds :: BAM! Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Screams as she tries to hang onto the others.:: mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD she has in her hand down and rubs her eyes:: Annisha: @ :: The captain grits her teeth as the crew is tossed about :: Theo: ::taps on the console:: You tiny little nan..ites ::sings under his breath:: Fletcher Jackson: ::beginning to quietly hum a tune as he works::: Annisha:@ :: As the cargo ship makes its final long drag into the surface of the planet, the girls are thrown from their beds across the cabin :: Annisha:@ :: Annisha flies first, hitting her head against the wall, knocking her out :: Chirakis: ::stops by Commander Coleridge::: Nice to have a quiet day, Commander. But it's also strange. Annisha:@ :: After what seems like forever, the cargo ship stops, throwing anything not locked down towards the front of the ship :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Bounces a couple times and rolls as her feet hit the wall. Remains conscious, but her shoulder is banged up. Instantly starts crying.:: Scott Coleridge: True Annisha:@ :: Annisha lies there motionless :: Theo: ::Dacia:: What can you tell me about nanites? mimipavilion: ::sits there for moment with this odd feeling coming over her:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::tumbles a few times as she's thrown out of bed and hits her head on the floor:: Dacia Sandero: Nanites? Those little machines that can go into otherwise inaccessible places? Not much, I'm afraid. Annisha:@ ::Meanwhile, Gila and her crew aboard the shuttle are just noticing something amiss :: Theo: ::Dacia:: I hear the Borg use them to assimilate people too. Annisha:@ Gila: Great, they probably cloaked... Dacia Sandero: I heard that too. Annisha:@ Gila: Rihans... mimipavilion: ::heads to tl:: I'll be back in a bit Dacia. Dacia Sandero: OK, sure mimipavilion: ::orders the tl to the CnC:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/21/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Far enough that we start to worry about the children being late Chirakis: That would be 2 days. Chirakis: And they have not reported in. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sounds good Chirakis: And science can still be working on the suit. mimipavilion: enough time for that nagging feeling to grow Dacia Sandero: Yes.. Chirakis: Very well. TBS is 2 days. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. ~Sky Harbor Aegis~ is proud to announce the promotion of Theobald Dumont to Ensign Congratulations, Ensign Dumont! Well done!
  10. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/14/18 =/\= 1 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.122 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 PM) Aegis local. The station is still fairly quiet. Chirakis: Science is still examining the Dahlem cosmic ray "traveling" suit. Chirakis: SubCommander Korjata and Ltjg Kenyon are investigating the cause of the power drain. Chirakis: The “bomb-making”children have been released to their parents. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Internal OPS:: Tarisa: ::Medical lab, pondering something.:: Kallah Ramson: ::in her cell, err she means office, yes her office:: mimipavilion: ::in medical lab:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sick bay :: Theo: ::in the lab with goggles on lit up:: Chirakis: ::in her office, finishing her report::: Lawliet: ::stepping onto the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main engineering, reviewing power consumption logs:: Dacia Sandero: ::in lab helping out wherever she can :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working at a side station in the medical lab:: Tarisa: I am wondering. Maybe this suit takes telepathic abilities to operate. ::Looks to Mimi.:: Would Dr. Sandero be willing to try? Jylliene: ::pondering dinner:: Dacia Sandero: @ Alexis> ::relaxing in there room after dinner:: mimipavilion: ::thinks:: It's worth a shot. Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: ::checks the time and decides to take a break for coffee::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Relaxing with Alexis.:: mimipavilion: ::goes and gets Dacia:: Dacia Sandero: Hey what's up? Tarisa: ::Looking over the suit as Mimi goes to get Dacia.:: Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station and takes a seat:: Fletcher Jackson: :::slips out of his seat and grabs a cup from the service tray::: Theo: ::pulls his goggles up so he can see:: ::takes an audible deep breath:: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinks he sees a pattern in the data:: mimipavilion: We need some help with the suit, seeing it may deal with the telepathic nature of using it. Would you mind helping. I'm not going to force you. Chirakis: :::finishes up with a sigh and gladly forwards it to Commander Coleridge and Captain Ramson::: Dacia Sandero: @ ALEXIS : By the way, did you hear anything about our project Annisha ? Like tour said, it was the bomb. Lawliet: ::looks over at Jackson as he passes by:: Afternoon Jackson. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::has the computer doing research of any possible matches to this suits technology:: Annisha: @ :: looks :: bomb? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::makes an exploding sound and motion before giggling.:: Dacia Sandero: Sure. I'll see what I can do Jylliene: ::sends a quick message to Nijil, regarding relief of Annisha not being involved in the recent incident:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blink:: Commander Lawliet! Haven't seen you for a while. Coffee? Theo: ::Tarisa:: I'd like to meet their tailor. mimipavilion: Ok come with me. ::heads back to the medlab:: Dacia Sandero:@ Alexis : DA bomb. ::makes an explosion sound :% Scott Coleridge: :: receives report about a ... child bomb-making syndicate?:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It is surprisingly comfortable to wear. Scott Coleridge: :: sighs:: Maybe I'll redecorate the carpets.... Lawliet: ::nods:: Yes. Thank you and you're right, it has been a while. Dacia Sandero: ::follows :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::entering search terms, "advance tech" "protective suit" "mental controlled" and randomly adds "no users manual":: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the suit and looks looks it over :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around for NijIl:: Theo: ::nods:: It's a mysterious fabric. Fletcher Jackson: ::grabs a cup for the commander:: Donuts, sir? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking at the computer search results:: What's The Greatest American Hero? Tarisa: ::Looks to Dacia.:: Doctor, if you are willing, please put it on. Lawliet: Oh, no thank you. One guilty pleasure is enough. Dacia Sandero: Sure thing. ::She dons the suit :: Fletcher Jackson: ::grin:: Here you go, sir. It's fresh for once. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on a terminal on the commerce level :: mimipavilion: ::goes over to the console and brings up her vitals:: Chirakis: ::steps out of her office and into the command lift::: CnC. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: working :: Dacia Sandero: ::tries to connect with the suit telepathically :: Fletcher Jackson: ::then returns to his seat at Internal OPS::: Tarisa: ::Watching the suit for any signs of activity.:: Good. When you feel comfortable try focusing on say a list of features. Or maybe something more simple. Ask it for help. Lawliet: That will be a pleasant surprise. ::takes a sip:: ......all it took was me being too busy to get some decent coffee around here. Theo: ::Dran:: Could it have a psionic actuator? Fletcher Jackson: ::broad grin:: Dacia Sandero: @Alexis : ::huggles Miana:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::purrs.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> I do hope they liked our project. Dacia Sandero: Ok.. ::asks for assistance as directed :: Dacia Sandero: @A). I hope so too. I told Cybil it would be nice. Annisha: @ :: shrugs :: Maybe... Chirakis: ::steps out in CnC, pauses to check the area, then moves toward Cayne::: Commander, SitRep. Jylliene: ::notes Chirakis's arrival, nods:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: All is quiet on the perimeter.. sector is quiet. Tarisa: ::Looking at Dran.:: Lt. try different scan frequencies. ::Looks to Theo.:: Do you see anything? Chirakis: ::catches Jylliene's nod and returns it, somewhat wearily:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks to see if anything happens :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Increasing range. Bringing additional sensors online. Fletcher Jackson: ::takes a look at Cdr Kital's cup:: Refresh your coffee, ma'am? Tarisa: ::To Mimi.:: Any change in vitals? mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: Nothing yet. Jylliene: ::figures many of them could use a cup and/or a good sleep:: Yes, please, and thank you. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Just a bit of reflectivity. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. They just brought it in. ::takes her cup and exchanges it for a fresh one::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Optical data networks... Tarisa: ::Stands in front of Dacia.:: Do you feel anything? Like some sort of connection? Jylliene: Excellent. thank you again. ::smiles:: Jylliene: ::smells the aroma and perks up slightly:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Zooming in and out, looking around all manner of sensor readouts :: Lawliet: ::drinks more of his coffee and runs a scan for old times sake:: Dacia Sandero: ::telepathically asking it things and stuff :: I think so. I feel... Something. Theo: ::all:: It doesn't want to give up its secrets. Tarisa: That is more progress than I made. Fletcher Jackson: ::returns with her fresh cup:: Here you go, ma'am. Donut? Dacia Sandero: Feels like I'm drifting. Like almost an out of body experience. Jylliene: No, thank you. Just the coffee. Chirakis: :::after taking a look at the latest on her console, she moves to Scott and waits for his attention::: Tarisa: Be careful not to stray too far in thought. If it indeed has a teleportation feature, you do not want to accidentally activate it. mimipavilion: Tarisa is right. Dacia Sandero: @ Alexis::lying on the cool floor :: Chirakis: ACTION> Dacia begins to fade in and out. Tae'Lynn Dran: oh my. Theo: ::Dacia:: Maybe you could be slightly more "aggressive"? I know Betazoids can do things just like Vulcans. Dacia Sandero: ::feels light headed:: Tarisa: Doctor stop! mimipavilion: Dacia stop!! Dacia Sandero: Aggressive? Tarisa: Remove the suit. mimipavilion: ::looks at her vitals:: Fletcher Jackson: ::workworkwork:: Jylliene: ::sips the coffee:: Dacia Sandero: ::trying to disconnect :: Theo: Telepathically that is. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands and moves next to Dacia. Pulls out tricorder:: Chirakis: ::and notes that he is immersed in paperwork ,so best left alone::: Tarisa: ::Helping Dacia remove the suit.:: Annisha: @ :: Walking around the farm :: mimipavilion: ::quickly moves over to Dacia to help get her out of the suit:: Chirakis: ::begins her normal pace around CnC::: Theo: ::Tarisa:: She just faded. Dacia Sandero: @::follows Annisha :: Scott Coleridge: :: looks up at Chirakis:: Teal or aquamarine? Jylliene: ::considers the reports and requisitions. Nothing unusual this time. Thankfully.:: Dacia Sandero: ::is probably unconscious :: Johnson Kenyon: ::adjusting a tricorder to scan for power fluctuations:: Annisha: @ :: She could not walk around... would take well more than a day :: Chirakis: ::turns::: Excuse me, Commander? ::moves toward him::: Lawliet: ::sees nothing out of the ordinary and continues with his coffee:: Tae'Lynn Dran: The subspace field we detected earlier modulated greatly. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Subcommander tr'Korjata Dacia Sandero: @A). I hope we get a good mark. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Go ahead. Tarisa: @ Miana> Me too! mimipavilion: ::manages to grab hold of Dacia while Tarisa gets what's remaining of the suit off of her:: Annisha: @ Maybe, doing school work on vacation is a pain Tarisa: ::Puts the suit back on the table.:: Jylliene: ::generally prefers aquamarine personally, but has no idea what is being discussed, so keeps her opinion to herself and continues looking over the scrolling information on her screen:: Dacia Sandero: @ A). I agree Tae'Lynn Dran: ::running cellular scan on Dacia:: mimipavilion: Dacia can you hear me? Scott Coleridge: For new carpets . Chirakis: ACTION> The suit folds itself on the table. Jylliene: ::slight grin, gets it now:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I think I found an intermittent source of power drain. I cannot seem to localize it from Main Engineering and will need to take a walk with a tricorder. Theo: ::puts on a pair of gloves:: Snap! Chirakis: New carpets? Tae'Lynn Dran: This is interesting. Annisha: +Kenyon+ I have all my staff walk the station, part of the job. mimipavilion: Dacia?! ::looks at Dran:: What is? Theo: ::Tarisa:: Commander, would you look at that. Johnson Kenyon: ::exchanging tools in his tool bag:: Tarisa: Anyone with telepathic abilities needs to be restricted from touching the suit. ::Looking to Dran.:: That includes you, Lieutenant. Dacia Sandero: ::stirs somewhat:: Chirakis: (Annisha has taken over engineering... ::sighs::) Johnson Kenyon: ((thanks Annisha)) Scott Coleridge: Never mind . How goes the suit investigation? Tarisa: ::Looking at what Dran has.:: Annisha: (subspace works over long distances) mimipavilion: ::sees Dacia stir:: Hey,... Theo: It's folding itself. I wish my laundry would do that! Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that... I'll let you know what I find Tae'Lynn Dran: DNA scan. Something was happening. It was like for a moment it just rewrote itself. Chirakis: Ah... science is working on it in the medical complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Do what you have to do. Enjoy the walk, talk to people Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: I didn't say I'd talk to people. Why would I need to do that? mimipavilion: DNA... rewriting... what? Tarisa: Rewriting into what? Johnson Kenyon: ::heading out of Main Engineering:: mimipavilion: ::turns to Dacia:: What's going on? Talk to me. Tae'Lynn Dran: Speculating here but if their tech is somehow biological that might explain their fear of cosmic rays. During this type of flux DNA would be even more affected by any type of radiation. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Dacia Sandero: Uhh. What happened?.... Tarisa: ::Nods.:: That would make sense. Tae'Lynn Dran: They might have to somehow mimic their own DNA to get this teleportation process to work with other species. Lawliet: ::finishes his coffee and returns to the cup to the replicator:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scans the station :: mimipavilion: ::glad Dacia is still with them:: You fainted. You also started to fade out on us while you were in the suit. Tae'Lynn Dran: We should run scans on everyone who was transported before to see if there was any sign of something similar. Jylliene: ::sips more of the coffee:: Scott Coleridge: Good .I'm curious to learn what we might find about that . mimipavilion: ::hears Dran:: Would be a good idea. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Do it. That could explain some of our discomfort when we did teleport. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scans herself:: mimipavilion: I'll get chirakis down here. Scott Coleridge: Our new sensor modifications should help us too. Chirakis: As am I. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Pavilion to Chirakis Theo: ::raises an eyebrow:: Chirakis: Agreed. Chirakis: +COM+ Chirakis here, Doctor. Dacia Sandero: ::still discombobulated :: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Deck 91 mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Would you please report to Medical? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scans Doctor Pavilion:: Chirakis: +Mimi+ As soon as I can. Lawliet: ::looks over hearing the conversation:: Theo: ::returns his gloves and goggles to a nearby storage drawer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the TL, begins scanning:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: hears the request :: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Commander, permission to report to medical. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Understood. Chirakis: Or.. do you need more input on the carpeting. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scans Tarisa:: mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: Mind helping me get Dacia to a biobed. Scott Coleridge: Permission granted. No, I'll try to manage without you. Tarisa: ::Nods, waiting for the scan to finish before she helps with Dacia.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Anything? Chirakis: ::nods, chuckling::: Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm done. mimipavilion: Dacia we're going to get you to a biobed for observation. Dacia Sandero: Oh.. Ok Tarisa: Be sure to scan Captain Chirakis when she arrives as well. Chirakis: :::Cayne:: Take over TAC. Keep an eye out. Strange things seem to be happening. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Unfortunately, nothing yet... the power drain appears to be intermittent Chirakis: :::enters the command lift:: Medical. Theo: ::keeps an eagle eye on the suit:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Understood Lawliet: ::jumps into the turbolift with Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: Ready? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Jylliene: ::glances over to Fletcher at the "strange things" comment from Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wandering down the halls of the civilian decks:: Chirakis: Commander Lawliet. Good to have you with us. This should be interesting. mimipavilion: ::wraps one of Dacia's arms around her neck, sliding her other arm under her back, slowly lifting her up with Tarisa's help:: Chirakis: :::the lift moves swiftly and they arrive within seconds::: Lawliet: Indeed. Had to get out of the office. Theo: ::standing by the table with hands behind his back:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Completely understand. Dacia Sandero: Ah thanks. Chirakis: Science and medical are examining the Dahlem suit that permits them to travel through space in an instant. Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm putting the computer into processing these scans. I think we have something but not on a level I've seen before. Johnson Kenyon: ::notes some very minor power fluxuations on deck 91... heads to a jefferies tube and drops down a level:: Chirakis: ::approaching the door and it opens::: Lawliet: ::follows Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::guides Dacia to one of the empty biobeds:: Ok here we go. Lay here and get some rest. I'll check on you in little while. ::activates the bioscanner:: Chirakis: Dr. Pavilion. ::Nods:: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, sure. Chirakis: ::then sees her assisting Dacia::: Dacia Sandero: @Alexis). ::With her friends looking around the farm:: mimipavilion: Captain, glad you were able to make it down. Sorry for not telling why to come down, but it does have to do with our recent away mission. Tarisa: ::Perks up, seeing Chirakis and Lawliet.:: Captain, Commander. Do not touch the suit. ::Is very urgent in the tone.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sees a family of Rigelians, continues scanning:: Lawliet: ::looks over at the suit:: What happened? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to Chirakis:: Excuse me Sir, I need to scan you. Theo: ::takes a few steps back:: Chirakis: ::stands still:: Of course. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::scans her:: Tarisa: You both have telepathic connections. It might react to either of you if you come into contact with it. Johnson Kenyon: ::walking the halls... finds nothing... dropping to deck 93:: mimipavilion: Apparently the suit had an effect on us, at least at the DNA level, the reason why Lt.jg. Dran is scanning you. mimipavilion: Tarisa is right. Chirakis: In contact with what? Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing some strange power fluxuations on Deck 93, but something is interfering:: Lawliet: ::nods:: Fletcher Jackson: ::workworkwork:: Theo: ::makes a few notes on his padd:: Fletcher Jackson: :::check, send, check, send::: Tarisa: The suit tried to rewrite Doctor Sandero's DNA as she was making mental contact with it. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Is there anything on Deck 93 which would be shielded? Chirakis: Rewrite her DNA? Lawliet: Into what? mimipavilion: Yes. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: She began to fade in and out. We assume Dahlem. But we can not be certain at the moment. Tae'Lynn Dran: I'm glad to say all of our DNA is now as it should be. But there are traces of alteration in each of us. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Subcommander? mimipavilion: ::Tae'Lynn:: How bad is it? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Let me look... a lot of things, I think every level has something shielded Lawliet: Doctor, can you administer something that would prevent the changes in the DNA? Chirakis: I suggest that for the time being you put aside investigation of the suit and lock it away. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ You shield the civilian levels too? I mean shield them from scanners? mimipavilion: ::Lawliet:: I'm sure I can. ::Chirakis:: Is there somewhere you can recommend for that to be done? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ There's something interfering with my scans. Tarisa: Captain, after some consideration along with these events, I think it best for you to place the suit in your vault. Tarisa: But you must not touch it yourself. Johnson Kenyon: ::walking around looking for anything unusual:: Chirakis: There is a secure area, shielded, in security. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Me personally? Na, but it depends on what it is. Chirakis: I will take it there. Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing bad that I can see. It, well, it's more like our DNA was scrambled then carefully put back together. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ If I didn't know any better, I would say someone was hiding something Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis:: Perhaps someone who doesn't have telepathy. mimipavilion: ::looks between Chirakis and Tarisa:: You can not touch Captain. Telepathic connections. If you want you can escort me and the suit there for safe keeping. Chirakis: Or someone who does. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/14/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, and very interesting. Chirakis: So, we have several things going on. Chirakis: I will have to read through the log to see what exactly was happening throughout. Chirakis: If any of you would like to write a log about your thoughts, please do. Johnson Kenyon: no bombs here Chirakis: Thank goodness. Chirakis: So, Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: I would think at least the night to recover. Chirakis: We will begin again in the morning. Chirakis: Thoughts for the crew? Kallah Ramson: good work. nothing else at the moment. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |14 December 2018 1 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.122 TBS is 3 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 PM) Aegis local. Science is still examining the Dahlem cosmic ray suit. They have had little success so far. SubCommander Korjata and Ltjg Kenyon discuss the difference between the present and past incarnations of the station while they investigate the cause of the power drain. The “bomb-making” children have been released to their parents.
  12. Da Bomb Amanda Davis, MD, PhD Chirakis, Kirel, Captain Kirel stood outside security’s conference room glaring at the surveillance monitor. Three children whose feet barely reached the floor sat at the conference table. Two security guards stood by. Bits of chatter came through now and then, but for the most part the children were sullenly quiet, and for good reason. Kirel watched and waited for her temper to subside. She had just dealt with Ensign Jackson. He was extremely qualified for his position, but at the age of 17 he lacked maturity— especially when it came to the opposite sex. In his distraction to the unusual beauty of a new ensign, he had put the station at risk. Kirel had restrained her anger then. Barely. Would she be able to restrain her anger with these children? Since she was coming very close to slamming a fist through the titanium wall (which was impossible), she decided the answer was no. She would wait for Doctor Davis, the crew's counselor and psychiatrist. It all began with a requisition that made no sense: fifty bottles of a substance that did not exist. A typo? A glitch in the system? OPS sent it back for clarification, and it was returned with an apology, along with a scribbled note saying that they meant fifty jars of hydrochloric acid to make a bomb. Security was on it immediately, and it didn’t take them long to find the culprits: three children ages 10 and 11. The school science lab, closed for the weekend, was about to be bomb central for a science project. The children did not realize that they were going to put their lives, and the lives of anyone within range, in danger. So yes, Kirel was ready to pound some sense into those three small young ones. However, less-than-subtle correction was generally frowned upon. Suddenly the monitor's com exploded with, “Did not!” “Did too!” “Did not!!!” “Did TOO!” Did not, DID not, DID NOT!!!” “DID TOO, DID TOO, DID TOO!!!” Then two children went nose to nose, shouting and name-calling that quickly deteriorated into a full-blown ruckus. The security guards eventually separated them. Thankfully, one was a father. He sat the instigator in a corner until the boy calmed down, and handed tissues to the girl whose tears were streaming down her face. Lieutenant Brand, flicked an eye-roll toward the surveillance camera as he passed. Kirel pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Captain?” “Hello, Doctor,” said Kirel, turning slowly to meet her. “I understand that you aware of the situation?” “I am somewhat. Lieutenant Garand gave me the basic outline.” Kirel nodded. “And you know the children?” “I know them very well, Captain. And their parents.” The two of them turned to the surveillance monitor to watch the children slowly settle down. Eventually the lieutenant returned the boy to his place at the table, then whispered something into the boy's ear. Whatever it was seemed to do the trick. The boy was Timothy Resplexa, age eleven, son of a Starfleet engineer. Having inherited the brilliance of his father, he was much like Annisha t’Korjata, but the boy usually went too far. Thankfully, Annisha had learned to control herself. After what looked like a moment of thought, he began to swivel his chair back and forth, then swing his legs under the table, occasionally using a finger to trace the swirls of its oak finish. The girl who sat next to him was Cybil Korajon, age ten. She was the daughter of Mariana Korajon, Envoy to Federation Consul General Aspek, and General Nehman, Security Advisor to the same. Cybil’s sob subsided as she wiped a sleeve across her nose. Her eyes were red and evidence of tears still streaked her cheeks. The girl closest to the door was Jelikka t’Rahil, also ten. She was the daughter of RSE Ambassador tr’Rahil. She seemed to be keeping her emotions in check, though she looked somewhat frightened. She and had good reason to be since her father held a high position in the RSE. “To give you the full story, the children planned to make a bomb,” Kirel said finally. “Chances are that they would not have succeeded, but even if they did not they still would have severely injured or killed themselves. It would have triggered alarms, of course, but rescue would have come too late. “The school was closed for the weekend,” she continued, “but the boy devised a way of entry by manipulating codes. That has since been secured. He has the brilliance of Annisha, but she knows to be careful. Resplexa is reckless. I should have been more vigilant. However,” the captain continued, turning to face Amanda, “As Chief Security Officer I must meet with them, and you must be present. Not only is it standard protocol when children are involved, but for a personal reason. I am sure you understand why.” Amanda nodded. “Their parents are in another room.” She gestured to a visitor’s room down the hallway. “They specifically requested remote visual. They said that the children might distort their answers if they were present. Do you agree?” “Oh, definitely, Captain,” Amanda replied. “Children usually respond more candidly in their parents’ absence.” Kirel dropped her hands to her side and approached the door. “You enter and I will follow. Your presence should calm them… or at least I hope it will. I am not fond of Mr Resplexa, and the feeling is mutual. If you are ready…?” “As ready as I’ll ever be, Captain,” she said with a nod toward the door. As it opened, Kirel wondered how the doctor could be so calm and positive in these situations. Definitely mind-boggling. The children jumped at the sound of the door, then shouts of “‘Manda!” echoed to the end of the hall as soon as Amanda stepped in. Cybil grabbed hold of Amanda’s skirt and wouldn’t let go. Jelikka gave her a firm but decidedly Romulan hug. Timothy pounced on her, then recoiled when he became the first to see Kirel. His, “Oh, gees,” was probably louder than he intended, and his eyes followed Kirel as she walked, as calmly as possible, past him and took her usual seat at the head of the conference table. The girls clung to Dr. Davis as though she would keep them safe from the ogre. “Mr. Resplexa, Ms Korajon, Ms t’Rahil, please sit and allow Doctor Davis that courtesy,” she said. The boy slipped into his chair, then pushed it farther away from Kirel. The two girls clung to Amanda until she assured them that the captain does not bite. But they continued to snuggle next to her. Cybil’s eyes teared up, then relaxed a bit when Amanda gave her a squeeze. “Do you know why you are here?” asked Kirel, regarding each one separately. Quick answers of, “Yes… no… I mean no… I mean yes… no… yes,” bounced from one to the other until all three finally said, “Yes.” “You were going to make a bomb for a science project, correct?” All three heads nodded. Kirel’s deep breath ended in a slow exhale that helped her to relax and think. “I want you to know that I do understand you had a science project due,” she began, “and that you were late, so you decided to use the school laboratory. What I do not understand is why you decided to make a bomb.” “Annie said to,” blurted Cybil. “Shut up, Cyb!!” said Timothy, bolting from his chair. “Why?” Cybil shot back. “Just SHUT U….” Kirel slapped the table. “Stop. Now. Mr Resplexa... sit down.” Timothy froze, then wiggled slowly back into his chair, but his glower never left Cybil. “Mr Resplexa,” said Kirel, sternly without raising her voice, “you will treat Ms Korajon with the courtesy she deserves. If you do not, we have a very quiet place down the hall that is ready for you. Do you understand?” Timothy swallowed hard and looked to Amanda. Amanda gave him a stern nod, and the boy replied, “Yes, ma’am.” “Annie who?” Kirel continued. “Annie t’Korjata,” he replied quietly. “She already made one.” Kirel’s shock was obvious, mirrored by Amanda. After a few questioning expressions exchanged with Amanda, Kirel sat back and waved a hand. “Doctor, take over please.” “Of course, Captain,” she said, still somewhat in shock. “Timothy, did she tell you how to make it?” “No, ma’am.” “What exactly did Annisha say to you about the bomb?” “She said that her project was going to win.” “With the bomb?” “Yes, ma’am. She said that she was going to be away so she gave it to Mister Scanlon early.” “And you think she made a bomb?” “Well… yeah. I mean... yes, ma’am. She said it was special and she wasn’t going to tell us any more. She said it was ‘Da Bomb.’” Amanda’s eyebrows shot up. She looked at Kirel, then back to Timothy. “So… Annisha said her project was finished and it was ‘da bomb’? She said exactly that?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Oh, thank goodness,” she whispered in relief, taking a second or two to relax. “What?” the boy asked, confused. “She didn’t make a bomb?” “No, she did not. She used an idiom. Do you know what that is?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Saying that it was ‘da bomb’ is a way of saying that her project was very, very good.” Kirel's report was definitely going to be interesting.
  13. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/7/18 =/\= 1 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.122 TBS is zero. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. The station is still fairly quiet. The Dahlem conduit is completely inactive and not visible. They have installed a conduit barrier for the safety of our ships. Dr Pavilion, Ens Dran, and Mid Dumont are working on the cosmic ray suits. Ltjg Kenyon is working on the fusion reactor with other engineers. Security is investigating a requisition for... hydroelectric acid? Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::OIC, CnC::: Jylliene: ::@ Ops, CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: ::internal OPS, CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the med lab:: Tarisa: ::Still with Mimi, Dran, and Theo in the Med Lab.:: Kallah Ramson: ::very much in office, somewhere under one random pile of padds or another:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in sickbay, just finished checking the new ensign and putting stuff away:: Theo: ::eyeballing a suit carefully examining it:: mimipavilion: ::in the med lab as well:: Chirakis: (I believe that we were preparing for a fashion show with the Dahlem cloak?) Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Who will wear the suit? Tae'Lynn Dran: Not it. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, stops working::: Jylliene: ::noting, thankfully, nothing else unusual in requisitions.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::playing with her PADD while dinner is cooking:: Theo: ::Tarisa:: Is this safe for humans ma'am? Tarisa: Very Well. ::Grabs the suit and begins to put it on. Can't call her a scaredy cat.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing station specs:::: Tarisa: I have worn one before. mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: I'll monitory your bio readings. Fletcher Jackson: ::slight turn towards Chirakis:: Captain, their revised requisition - the one for the hydroelectric acid - just came through. Forward to you, ma'am? Chirakis: ::nod:: Yes. Fletcher Jackson: ::shunts it over:: mimipavilion: That's if I can get a lock on your readings. Chirakis: ::steps to her console and pulls it up:: Theo: I recommend leaving the headpiece open for ventilation. mimipavilion: ::goes back into the sensor safety room and tries to lock on to Tarisa's bio readings:: Chirakis: ::deep breath, followed by a slow exhale::: +com+ Lt Garand, any progress on the recent requisition? Chirakis: Garand> No, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his rounds about the station :: Tarisa: ::Nods as she finishes putting the suit on. Like expected it matches her form.:: Chirakis: +com+ Ratch it up to top priority. They are now asking for hydrochloric acid. Report as soon as you find them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Eating the last of his sandwich, noticing what he had been placing his food on for the past few months :: Wait... this is a... :: looks around :: mimipavilion: ::manages to get bio readings of Tarisa:: Chirakis: ::sighs:: Ensign Jackson, if they inquire, tell them you are working on it. Nothing else. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::paying close attention to the bio readings. Her first exposure to Tarisa's species' biology:: Johnson Kenyon: ::getting further educated on the reactors:: Annisha: @ :: Reading her padd as well :: Hmm Chirakis: ::steps down to OPS:: Why would anyone want hydrochloric acid? What would they do with it? Theo: ::Dran:: Look, it even fits over her tail. Chirakis: ::looking to Jylliene, who seems to know a little more than Jackson::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well yes. I would expect it to be rather uncomfortable if it didn't. Jylliene: ::ponders that:: Tae'Lynn Dran: And I doubt she would have volunteered so quickly. Chirakis: I understand that it is dangerous, correct? Jylliene: Metal etching? Dissolving.. things? Jylliene: ::tries to remember chemistry classes:: Alexis McFarland: @Anything interesting? ::to Annisha:: Jylliene: It is. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Is it hot in there Commander? Jylliene: Depending on the strength, of course. Chirakis: Dissolving? And they want 50 bottles? mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: Got your bio readings going. Jylliene: Primitive batteries? Fletcher Jackson: ::tending to business:: Jylliene: ::consults the computer:: Annisha: @ :: shrugs :: Reading about my game I started with my father... it's my move. Tarisa: Good. ::Begin scans when you are ready. Jylliene: gelatin...pyrotechnics... Chirakis: And again I ask... why would they want primitive batteries? And who is The Foundry? Alexis McFarland: @ Oh. I'm just playing against the computer Jylliene: Are they a metal foundry? Chirakis: They are not registered. We have no idea who they are. mimipavilion: ::nods to the two green science officers:: Chirakis: Pyrotechnics? As in... explosions? Annisha: @ I'm trying to take over the galaxy.. or at least the quadrant Jylliene: It has a wide range of uses. Yes, that.. but also in just making the required substances for molded desserts. Alexis McFarland: @ Good luck. Theo: Yes Doctor ::proceeds:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Nothing abnormal yet. Jylliene: ::shrug:: Its potential uses are too wide-ranging to know without consulting them specifically mimipavilion: Her bio readings are holding steady. Chirakis: ::takes a moment, staring::: Desserts. ::skeptical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Should we make her run around the room or something? Tarisa: @ Miana> Ooooh Are you winning? Jylliene: And even then, they could tell us one thing and then use it for another, though perhaps the molarity they ordered would point out obvious lies. Annisha: @ :: shake head :: No, he has the Bajorans and Tellarites pinning my forces down in a nebula mimipavilion: We were standing still when we were 'transported' to the Voad. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Takes the plate off his 'table' and sits upon it :: Alexis McFarland: @Uh oh. Maybe you need more allies. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: under his breath :: This has been here all along. Chirakis: ::considers that and it makes no sense::: Theo: ::Pavilion:: Are the Dahlem telepathic? Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh I suppose so. Well then. Jylliene: Well...I suppose a molded dessert could be considered to be forged or shaped like molten metal, so the name could still fit. But I rather doubt it. mimipavilion: Yes they are. But not with all species. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Scanning as he walked, looking for leaks or anything that could kill the people on the station :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Telepathy seems to be their main form of communication within the species. Theo: I see, then perhaps the suit is activated in that manner. Jylliene: ((Those "raindrop cakes" do seem to be a thing, though)) Chirakis: ::begins a pace, not her usual one, but the one she uses when she is concentrating - the wear-out-the-carpet one::: Chirakis: (So I have heard.) Johnson Kenyon: ::decides to head back up to main engineering:: Tarisa: Perhaps if I focus on something like when we were shown the hand scanners... ::Concentrates, thinks of a shield.:: Jylliene: ::ponders as well:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking between the readings and Tarisa:: Chirakis: ::stops, then makes a sharp turn:: Ensign Jackson, tell them that you need a "purpose of use" before the requisition passes through. Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up:: Yes, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinking of his bondmate, wondering if there was something he could do for her later :: Chirakis: +com+ Lt Garand, status report. mimipavilion: ::still watching her readings:: Annisha: @ :: thinks :: Perhaps if I get a strike force out....cloaked. Dacia Sandero: That should work. Theo: ::Pavilion:: I wonder what would happen if the Commander walked out an airlock? Dacia Sandero: ::working on a patient:: There, how are you feeling now? Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh my, I wouldn't recommend that. Alexis McFarland: @ Oh, cloak. Chirakis: Garand> +com+ Getting close, Captain. It seems to be coming from the school science lab. mimipavilion: ::looks at Theo:: Die just like the rest of us if we did that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits and enjoys the chair :: Chirakis: +com+ The what??? Jylliene: ::the WHAT?:: Jylliene: ::overhearing:: Chirakis: Garand> +com+ Yes, ma'am. School is closed. Moving in now. Jylliene: ::pleasenotthegirl, pleasenotthegirl, pleasenotthegirl...:: Theo: ::Dran:: I mean is the suit spaceworthy? We should test that. Alexis McFarland: (Don't look at us) Tarisa: I have no intention of walking out of an airlock. Despite the Human rumors that cats have nine lives, I assure you, Mithraans only have one... Annisha: (we are on Volnar) Jylliene: ::even though she's been gone for a little while now, doesn't mean it couldn't be something she started up:: Fletcher Jackson: Uh... Captain. They say they’re making a bomb. Jylliene: Well, that's surprisingly forthcoming of them. Tae'Lynn Dran: No, the fabric is not airtight. Chirakis: +com+ Garand - they're making a bomb. Get in there. NOW! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks :: I should have some kind of headset for this... I need to work on this... Theo: No offense intended, Commander. Jylliene: ::confused..the foundry is in the school?:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at his display :: Alexis McFarland: @I'm building a house for my square person. Annisha: @ Au are square... ha ha Alexis McFarland: @He he. I only just started, so my house is dirt. Tae'Lynn Dran: We might want to sample the nanites within the fabric. I don't know if we could figure out their coding but an examination might give some more clues. Theo: ::Dran:: I would gladly volunt... Oh I see, pardon me. Chirakis: Garand> +com+ ::screams in the background:: Got 'em, Captain. They're kids. ::the kids scream:: Take them to security? Nijil tr'Korjata: +taps+ Kenyon, status? Chirakis: +Garand+ And inform their parents. Alexis McFarland: (See, it's not just us getting into trouble lol) Jylliene: ::wonders what in the ever-loving elements is going on:: Wait, so the foundry request for the acid was from kids in the school? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: watching the bomb incident from his post :: Jylliene: To make a bomb? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I have had a long and fruitful conversation with some operators Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Apparently. Tarisa: Seems the suit may not respond to thought like I had hoped. I was concentrating on a small shield. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'll be there shortly. Chirakis: Although, from their screams, they seem very young. I would guess approximately ten terran years. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Sneezes:: Tae'Lynn Dran: It may just not have a shield to respond to that command. mimipavilion: ::nods to Tarisa:: Well what's next. Alexis McFarland: @Is someone talking about you Miana? ::smiles:: Tarisa: Possible. What other function should I focus on then? Johnson Kenyon: +exiting TL on Main Engineering deck:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Someone is talking about me? ::Confused:: Tae'Lynn Dran: It was used for transport. Be careful though. Chirakis: ::mutters:: Children... Tae'Lynn Dran: Pulling you out of a bulkhead would be even worse than a step out an airlock. Alexis McFarland: @It's an old Earth thing. If someone is talking about you, it makes you sneeze. Theo: We need a Betazoid. mimipavilion: OK we know it's used for transport, ::thinks:: what about a diagnostics screen of some type. Dacia Sandero: ::sneezes:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will give it a try. ::Thinks of the Main Sickbay.:: Tarisa: @ Miana> That is odd. ::Giggles.:: Theo: We need a Betazoid, STAT. Jylliene: Why in the world would they even decide to try something like that? ::ponders:: Dacia Sandero: Hm. ::tidies up:: Johnson Kenyon: ::entering Main Engineering, looking for Subcommander Nijil:: Chirakis: ::finally relaxes some:: Lt Garand will take care of the situation. ::Jylliene:: We will soon find out. Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::giggles:: It is.. Jylliene: ::returns to her work:: mimipavilion: Relax midshipman. Theo: Aye Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ What did they have to say? Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Commander, I don't suppose you would like a transfer from tactical to main security? ::slight smirk::: Tarisa: Seems teleportation is beyond its limits as well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Garand+ What's the situation? Tae'Lynn Dran: Bio readings unchanged. There's been some minor subspace flux. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Crafts a wooden sword to fight monsters and chop down trees:: Johnson Kenyon: ::seeing Nijil, walks over to him::: We were just talking about the how the reactors work and where i might be able to find out where the extra power drain is coming from Tae'Lynn Dran: We may just not know the right commands. Chirakis: Garand> +com+ At this point, sir, we're hunting for their parents. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods :: Probably out of specification. Once we find out which one we'll have to shut it down. Tarisa: Possibly. Maybe a specific thought, or a thought in their language. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Unfortunately, I have the impression that tracking down this energy drain isn't going to be as easy as I thought Theo: ::making notes on a padd:: mimipavilion: Or the right tech. ::looks at Tarisa:: Do you remember if they used anything that helped move us between here and the Voad. Chirakis: Garand> +com+ They said they needed a science project before next week. They thought a bomb would be good. ::screams are farther away::: Nijil tr'Korjata: This :: gestures all around him :: is a big place. Johnson Kenyon: Out of spec, huh? I hadn't thought about that... but they should know how to operate it better than anyone? Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't remember sensing anything during the transport except a rather unpleasant disorientation. Tarisa: I imagine it was the ship itself that did all the work. Tae'Lynn Dran: I took that as part of the transport and not anything actually telepathic. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Garand+ I started to look up that Rihan girl's name, but remembered she was off the station. Johnson Kenyon: I had read up about this station, but it seems I had read about a past version of this station... I will need to redo my research Chirakis: :::shakes her head as she goes for coffee ,extra potent::: mimipavilion: Hmmm... maybe we should ask Chirakis about anything may have saw, since she was with us as well. Chirakis: ::wishing that ale was allowed in CnC::: Tarisa: ::Just as to double check, she concentrates on the CnC.:: Theo: Perhaps we should all concentrate together? Jylliene: ::Is glad chaos isn't solely the realm of Annisha & Co.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Drinking some water:: Annisha: @ Man, this is hard. I think father is cheating, cause he can't be smarter than me, mimipavilion: ::doesn't see Tarisa leave:: Well... Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sneezes again. This time her tail poofs in the process.:: Alexis McFarland: @Maybe he plays it while you're sleeping and levelled up more Nijil tr'Korjata: The station did not remain at factory spec for very long. Alexis McFarland: @ ::snuggles Miana:: I hope you're not getting sick or anything. Fletcher Jackson: :::workworkwork::: Chirakis: ::takes the command station::: Tarisa: Perhaps it does take telepathic thoughts. :;Shrugs and begins to remove the suit.:: Theo: ::sits down to access the computer, types:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: to factory spec? This is a whole different station from the one I read about... I guess it makes sense that I could have screwed up this badly... I haven't even been here a week. Tarisa: @ Miana> Or maybe someone really is talking about me... Annisha: @ Probably helianthus or oenothera. Alexis McFarland: @Hm. Maybe. Chirakis: Garand> +com+ Captain, parents are asking for custody. Chirakis: ::ponders for a moment::: mimipavilion: ::Tarisa:: Well, I didn't lose a fellow Dept. Chief. Chirakis: +com+ The answer is no, Lieutenant. Tarisa: ::Nods with a smile, glad her tail can breathe again.:: Tarisa: ::Places the suit back on the table.:: Chirakis: Garand> +com+ They are threatening to bring charges. Nijil tr'Korjata: I came here as a refugee from the GRB at ch'RIhan, and look at me now...disheveled and prone to fits of panic at the prospect that I have to keep thousands of people safe on the station. No pressure. mimipavilion: ::smile:: We should take a break and come back to the suit with fresh eyes. Chirakis: ::this is not happening.. this is not happening:::: +com+ Then they will either leave or be put in a cell. Their choice. Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Chirakis: Garand> +com+ Yes, ma'am. Theo: ::sits back and stretches:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil:: You look like one of the most relaxed Chief Engineers I've ever met... I wouldn't have known you felt pressure.... Maybe I just cannot read the facial cues from Romulans Nijil tr'Korjata: I think the most important place here is the park, when au get down to it. Tae'Lynn Dran: :::jotting down some thoughts:: Nijil tr'Korjata: To say Romulans keep things bottled up is an understatement. mimipavilion: ::rubs her eyes:: Johnson Kenyon: I would have never known... Tae'Lynn Dran: I wonder if we could just ask the Dahlem for a users manual? Theo: ::Tarisa:: May I have a go at the suit? Jylliene: ::wonders how the parents got there so fast:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::makes sure the airlocks are, well their locked:: Jylliene: ::word does indeed travel quickly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: There are generations upon generations of mistrust among us. The homeworld incident changed that for many of us out of necessity. Johnson Kenyon: I didn't realize how much you'd been impacted Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Finally, a chair... Nijil tr'Korjata: I have nightmares, Mr. Kenyon mimipavilion: ::yawns:: Annisha: @ Well, I've made my choices. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/7/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: Captain, shall we move on, or would our scientists like to work on the cloaks more? Kallah Ramson: i think move on. we can keep testing the suit in logs or later on. Chirakis: Agreed. TBS will be 3 hours. Chirakis: That will give me time to read the riot act to the children and their families. Chirakis: And Commander Cayne will polish his tactical skills. Chirakis: Before we finish up, I would like to thank all of you who are or have been veterans. Today we remember Pearl Harbor. Those of you in Canada, you were already in the fray before the U.S. came in. Thank you all. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 December 2018 1 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.122 TBS is zero. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. The Dahlem conduit is presently inactive. Science and medical are still examining the Dahlem’s body cloak. Engineering is examining the fusion reactor that is operating at higher than normal power while the secondary reactor is operating at minimal power. Security is investigating a requisition for 50 bottles of hydroelectric acid (which does not exist) by a group called The Foundry (which is not a registered business). Otherwise, Aegis has settled down to normalcy.
  15. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 11/30/18 =/\= 1 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.122 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. The Station settles down to Aegis normal. Dr Pavilion and Ens Dran continue working on the cosmic ray suits. Dr Sandero's analysis has been passed on to Commander Coleridge. Captain Chirakis reported her findings to Commander Coleridge. Captain Ramson is still held hostage by Starfleet Command. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::still locked away in her office:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Johnson Kenyon: ::at a console in Main engineering, yawns:: Tarisa: ::On the CnC, still looking over the potential sensor upgrades.:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wipes the donut from his face and settles in at the Aux OPS console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the medical lab:: I've got the latest batch of results. mimipavilion: ::still working on the cosmic ray suit:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the time... saves his work and heads to the TL:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::playing with Annisha and Miana:: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives on the CnC after a meeting:: mimipavilion: ::turns to Dran:: Ok let's have a look Chirakis: :::steps out of the command lift and pauses for threat assessment before stepping into CnC:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::give to padd to the doctor:: Theo: ::walking down the corridor to the lab:: Annisha: @ :: Not so much playing, as peeling space potatoes :: mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL, to computer:: Commerce Deck:: Annisha: @ Grams said we need to peel all of these for dinner. :: peels :: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::watches Annisha peel space potatoes:: Tarisa: @ Miana> When are we going to see the town? Alexis McFarland: @ I want space fries Chirakis: ::polite nod:: Commander. ::Scott:: Chirakis: ::and to Cdr Kital:: Scott Coleridge: Captain. ::still working through and processing everything he heard earlier in the day:: mimipavilion: ::gets up and walks around a bit, ends up standing in the door threshold of the sensor room of the lab:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eating a sandwich in engineering :: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, anything new we should know about? Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the Commerce Deck, heading to Drankums:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinking a hot chocolate beverage :: Chirakis: ::steps to her personal console::: Theo: ::Pavilion:: Oh, pardon me ::enters the lab:: Chirakis: ::and notes that the captain is still held hostage:: Jylliene: ::listening while she works:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::picks up a potato and peels it with a laser peeler:: Tarisa: ::In thought a moment about the data. She looks up at Scott.:: Commander, if you have a moment, I could use your professional advice. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down at the bar, ordering some lunch:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Shakes head :: No ma'am. Aegis local is clear of unexpected traffic. mimipavilion: ::sees the new face:: Can I help you? ::still standing in the lab's sensor room threshold:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Thank you. Chirakis: Long range? Chirakis: ::checking data at her console::: Annisha: @ They are not exactly fried, but sure. Theo: ::Pavilion:: I was looking for an officer Dran, I'm the new science assistant. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing there either, even at the dot. Alexis McFarland: @Baked potato? Scott Coleridge: ::comes up to Tarisa's station:: How can I help? Chirakis: ::she looks up:: Interesting. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::running the test results through computer for pattern recognition:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Always the chance some species is using a cloak we can't penetrate. Jylliene: ::continues scanning through reports:: Fletcher Jackson: ::glad the commander is back at OPS 'cause he was way overloaded::: Tarisa: I was looking over the data for the sensor upgrades. They seem sound, but I was wondering about possible power issues. mimipavilion: Oh hello, I'm Dr. Pavilion the station's CMO. Ensign Dran is sitting at that console, considering we're doing experiments on a suit . Chirakis: ::after checking for messages she blanks the screen and begins her normal pace around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking over the live feed of power, station was using about 1% above normal :: Theo: ::Pavilion:: Excellent ::clears throat:: Ma'am... Annisha: @ :: shrugs :: I don't know, some kind of space oven for space potatoes. Fletcher Jackson: ::and it's back to crazy normal, fielding internal problems and sending them to the appropriate places... he hopes::: Scott Coleridge: These are them right here? ::looks at the schematics:: Hmm Alexis McFarland: @Po-tay-to. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Ensign Dran I would like to introduce you to your... our new colleague. Tarisa: @ Miana> Space oven? :;Curious look.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns from the console:: Oh? Oh, hello. Tarisa: I am worried there might be a strain on power relays. Theo: ::Dran:: A pleasure to meet you. Chirakis: ::stopping occasionally to answer questions::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands and walked to Theo:: Nice to meet you too. Scott Coleridge: ::ponders:: I can see why. Tae'Lynn Dran: Have you already checked in with Commander Tarisa? Scott Coleridge: Are the tertiary and quaternary linkages to the subspace field processors absolutely necessary? Theo: :: notices the pointed ears:: ::smiles:: ::Dran:: why yes and Cmdr Coleridge also inthe CnC. mimipavilion: ::to Dran:: These results are interesting. Alexis McFarland: @It's an over in space. Jylliene: ::considers the backups of backups of backups of SF systems:: Alexis McFarland: oven Fletcher Jackson: ::begins to hum while he works:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Good. What science branch is your focus? Theo: Planetary Science Tarisa: I am unsure. These are the specs provided by the Dahlem. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sending an assignment to Kenyon... re: Kenyon, Don't get up from eating, but I am trying to trace down the increased average power usage. Could be one issue or a bunch of smaller ones. No rush. :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh good. Though we could really use a subspace expert right about now. Theo: ::removes himself to the other side of the room politely:: Chirakis: ::passing by OPS, she hears a quiet humming sound and tracks it to Jackson::: Johnson Kenyon: ::sending back message.... I'll finish up and get back to it in a few:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks over to the doctor:: The computer is coming up with nothing on these scans so far. Scott Coleridge: Hmm. They might have overestimated our power capacity. Fletcher Jackson: ::unaware, just humming while he works::: Theo: ::leans on a console taking in the whole room:: mimipavilion: ::sighs:: 4 to 5 hours of testing and we have yielded very little on the suit Scott Coleridge: We could add capacitors here … and here … that would help us compensate in event of an unexpected drain. ::tilts his head:: Hmm. Jylliene: ::subconsciously starts tapping the page-down buttons on her console to the beat of whatever it is Jackson is humming:: Tarisa: ::Watching Scott work, curiously.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::bouncing subtly to the tune::: Theo: ::approaches the CMO:: Have you tried a chemical analysis? Scott Coleridge: ((We need to implement sugar rationing for Jackson)) Tae'Lynn Dran: We know it's using cosmic rays to effect subspace. How? Why? ::shakes her head:: Johnson Kenyon: ::finishing his meal, stands and heads out of Drankums:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::tosses a peeled potato into a large bowl and picks up another one:: mimipavilion: ::Theo:: This suit deals with cosmic rays and subspace. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over the station security list :: Fletcher Jackson: :::but it's a nice hum::: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Eyes the flying potato briefly.:: Chirakis: ::since he is not bothering anyone - or at least it appears that he is not - she ignores it and moves on::: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Sir, where should we start looking for this power consumption? Scott Coleridge: I'm not sure why they did that … except maybe they think our array configuration is too inefficient. Which is true, from their point of view … but this is a station, not a ship. ::adjusts a few more things:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Theo: ::Dran, Pavilion:: Cosmic rays are high energy proton particles. Johnson Kenyon: (sort of depends on that... Cosmic rays are ionizing radiation coming from the cosmos... mostly gamma rays I would think) Chirakis: (It was not specified by the Dahlem, so they could be any kind of rays.) Tae'Lynn Dran: Cosmic rays, one of the first dangers most space faring species have to deal with. The new species we just met seems to be highly advanced yet really worried about them. Jylliene: ::sends a brief query about one order. The florist. It's always the florist.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: And we just ran a battery of tests trying to figure out why and how it works. Scott Coleridge: They're certainly ambitious with their suggestions. I think a few of these changes are beyond the scope of what we want to do, at least without a more thorough upgrade of the support systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Start with the largest sources of power no central to the station, the fusion reactors. Chirakis: ::moves back to her console while listening to the conversation at science::: Jylliene: ::Hopes for an answer that makes sense without needing to send anyone for in-person questions:: Scott Coleridge: But these tweaks should mitigate any power drains. Theo: ::Pavilion:: I definitely should brush up on my subspace mechanics. What a conundrum Doctor. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Don't the fusion reactors provide power? Wouldn't there be a drop in power output than an increase in power usage? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: These upgrades seem more plausible now. Tae'Lynn Dran: I think I'm going with the theory they use the created subspace as a beacon for the subject during transport. Tae'Lynn Dran: Because really, I can't find a single use for what that thing is doing other than, oh just doing what it's doing. ::shrug:: Chirakis: ::stops paging through to read a message from SI-5::: mimipavilion: And all tests were pretty much inconclusive. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to the TL, listening for Nijil to respond:: Annisha: @ :: Finished the potatoes :: Theo: ::Dran:: I see, have you tried to bombard the suit with a mini artificially generated cosmic ray? Alexis McFarland: @ ::finishes as well:: Yay Johnson Kenyon: ::to computer:: Main Engineering Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay Done! Scott Coleridge: Perhaps we need to consider upgrading our reactors while we're at it. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, with a wide range of exposure lengths. Chirakis: ::frowns as she reads::: Theo: Hmm... puzzling, and no activation/reaction? Alexis McFarland: @Hehehe. ::sits by Miana:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hands Theo a padd:: It's producing these subspace fields. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Well, their output is increased to accommodate the power requirements the station is asking. Could be something out of specification. Johnson Kenyon: ::hearing no response from Nijil, decides he'd better run a power consumption algorithm to see what's using the most power compared to previous times:: Tarisa: That would help facilitate future upgrades. Theo: ::reads the padd with a surprised look:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, then turns to Commander Kital:: Ma'am, got a minute? Jylliene: ::listens to the surrounding chatter while continuing her own mundane tasks:: Johnson Kenyon: ::listening to Nijil:: +Nijil+ I see, so you want me to check on the primary fusion reactor? Jylliene: Hm? Yes. ::goes over to Jackson:: Tae'Lynn Dran: We first assumed the suits were simple shielding or very poor fashion sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::rerouting the TL to the primary fusion reactor deck:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I'm intrigued by the upgrades. Hopefully they will help us better understand this strange conduit behaviour.... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Right, start with the largest and go down. Theo: I'm not qualified to give an answer regarding subspace, I'm no Engineer. Scott Coleridge: Good work on integrating them, Commander. Tarisa: Thank you. Fletcher Jackson: I have this requisition for fifty bottles of hydroelectric acid from some place called the Foundry? Know anything about that? Scott Coleridge: Make sure you consult with engineering before you bring the rest of the upgrades online, though. If there are increased power demands, they need to know about it. The last thing we need is them tearing out their hair, wondering why the fusion reactors aren't up to spec suddenly. Fletcher Jackson: I mean, I've heard of hydrochloric acid, but not this one, and 50 bottles? Jylliene: ...no. I do not. Did they say what they needed that for? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will. Fletcher Jackson: Doesn't say, ma'am. Send it back and ask? Tell them that we need more info? Theo: ::Pavilion:: Perhaps there is someone aboard Aegis who could reverse engineer the material the suit is composed of? Jylliene: Exactly. Chirakis: ::sends a reply then blanks the screen::: Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the TL:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks to the Doctor:: Chirakis: :::steps toward OPS::: Annisha: @ :: Annisha's aunt comes into get the potatoes :: Aunt: Oh, I see au have peeled things like this before. I'll take them to your gram. Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: The Foundry? Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Have to admit, I'm not familiar with it. Tarisa: If you excuse me, I will go check on our suit research. Alexis McFarland: @ Potato Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: The security list was long, but rather uneventful. Fletcher Jackson: ::turns, having already sent it::: Me either, Captain. Scott Coleridge: I was just about to ask for an update on that. Mind if I join you? Johnson Kenyon: ::entering the large Fusion reactor control room:: Chirakis: ::nod:: I'll send someone to find out who that is. mimipavilion: ::thinks:: I would want to say the engineering department. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Nods, motioning to the TL.:: Please Theo: ::Dran:: so this technology, where did you find it? Chirakis: ::Jackson:: Send me a copy of the requisition. Tae'Lynn Dran: The Dahlem, a new species we made contact with. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Chirakis: :::moves to her console::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Completely alien technology. Scott Coleridge: ::follows Tarisa into the TL:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm going to look in on our suit examination. You have the CnC. Theo: Surely the suit has some kind of deflector considering cosmic rays have mass. Johnson Kenyon: ::running a diagnostic of power input and output:: Chirakis: I have CnC. ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's what we thought but it's not reflecting anything of the rays we've exposed it to. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I made it to the main fusion reactor control room on deck 41,sir. Chirakis: ::sends a message to security to check it out::: Tarisa: ::Takes the TL up. They soon arrive at sickbay.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::plays with her PADD while dinner is cooking:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I want to check to see if you see the same things from your location Theo: Curious... ::with a curious look:: Jylliene: ::to Jackson:: That should be an interesting conversation. Tarisa: ::Walks into medlab with Scott.:: Jylliene: ::grins, heads back to main Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Maybe the subspace field is a byproduct of how it eliminates the rays? Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Have you ever heard of the Foundry? Tae'Lynn Dran: We're just guessing though. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ The Fusion reactor is operating at higher than normal output, and the secondary reactor operating at minimal power Scott Coleridge: ::enters the medlab, notices two of their newer officers already hard at work:: Theo: ::thinks to himself, uh oh, the brass:: Fletcher Jackson: :::moves on to another requisition::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Whatever it's doing seems needlessly complicated. mimipavilion: ::looks rather drained:: Tarisa: How is the progress? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ there is an increase in power consumption from the Sensors, but that seems normal Theo: ::steps back, yes, a little ways back nervously:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Slow. Very slow. It's not giving up it's secrets easily. Tarisa: ::Looking at the suit.:: Really? mimipavilion: Inconclusive from a scientific standpoint, I believe, then again I'm a doctor not a physicist. Tae'Lynn Dran: Do these subspace readings mean anything to you? Tarisa: ::Looking at the findings so far.:: Scott Coleridge: ::perks up at the mention of subspace readings:: Scott Coleridge: ::leans over to take a look:: Chirakis: :::blanks her screen again and moves to the command station::: Tae'Lynn Dran: We're getting these as a result of cosmic ray bursts we've subjected it to. Tarisa: Have you tried putting the suit on? Theo: ::all:: Perhaps this suit is on a "pace" far faster than we can detect? ::looks at Coleridge:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I am noticing one of the labs is using more power.... a significant spike Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Sensors? Hmm... hope there is not a noise increase. Scott Coleridge: My understanding from the away team report was that the suits served a protective function. Scott Coleridge: But they were also somehow related to their transporter systems. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Is the Science Department running some experiments without notifying us of their power consumption needs? Tarisa: ::Nods:: The equipment and suits also responded to the user. Scott Coleridge: Some kind of telepathic link up? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Well, they don't explicitly have to, but if there is a new default I need to tweak the settings accordingly Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ well, the power consumption in those experiments is significant, but not enough to account for the 1 percent by itself Tae'Lynn Dran: I wouldn't recommend someone wearing one during testing. Theo: ::Tarisa:: What if we were to put a piece of the material under a simple microscope? Alexis McFarland: @::sniffs:: mm, smells yummy. Tae'Lynn Dran: But we haven't done a test of a subject simply wearing the suits. Tarisa: Not while exposing it to cosmic rays. But wear it while conducting scans. It might reveal something. mimipavilion: I agree with the ensign. I would hate to lose a crew member. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I've got an idea... running a power consumption algorithm Scott Coleridge: A materials analysis would be useful. Then perhaps a fashion show. ::smirk:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Agreed mimipavilion: ::tempted to slug Scott in the arm:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 11/30/18 Chirakis: Thank you. TBS is zero. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.