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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |16 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1720 hours (5:20 PM) Aegis local. After a harrowing 4 hour experience aboard the Dahlem Ship, Voad, the away team returns to find out that they were gone less than an hour. Because the away team was “reporting some very disturbing perceptual discrepancies”, Commander Coleridge has ordered a thorough medical examination for the team members: Cpt Chirakis, Dr. Pavilion, LtCdr Tarisa, and Ens Dran. Captain Chirakis left Commander Coleridge a datachip that holds information on their experience. The the team’s tricorders also have information that might be of use.
  2. A Wrinkle in Time* Cpt Chirakis Kirel Lt Jeremy Garand Her left boot pushed the chair precisely one meter from the desk as Kirel began to flip her stylus from one hand to the other at least six times a minute—not that she ever kept count. The movement was spontaneous, as spontaneous as it would be if she grabbed her knife and flicked it into the opposite wall, something she would rather do than mindlessly flip the stylus. However, attempting such a maneuver was close to impossible—not for her to achieve, but for a few other reasons. The station was fairly new, the damage would have to have an explanation, and the wall was made of the titanium alloy that Security demanded. The door chime distracted her for a fraction of a second, though it did not disrupt her cadence. Given the circumstances and Commander Coleridge’s pending debrief, she wondered if she should ignore it… except that it was Lt Garand, her primary source of station information and rumor. If she ignored him without cause he could engage the emergency release, and if he did not engage the emergency release she would miss all the rumors. “Come,” she sighed, pressing the release as she stood to wander toward her private bar. “Ale, or something stronger, Lieutenant?” “And a good evening to you, Captain,” he greeted as he stepped in and allowed the door to close behind him. “That sounded like more than a suggestion, eh Cap’n?” “You are correct.” “I’m game.” He shrugged. “Do I have a choice?” “No.” She poured, then handed him a glass and replied to his expression, “Enl’licdh’a. Not negotiable. Sit.” It wasn’t often that Garand relaxed in the office. He usually came for business, and Kirel was determined that this evening they would discuss nothing of consequence. She’d had enough of that lately. Sindarin brandy gave her office an almost decadent aroma: like the atmosphere of Drankum’s after midnight, but a little more cultured, a little more more sophisticated. The brandy danced on the palate, slipped down smoothly, and crept stealthily into the brain’s frontal lobe to stimulate focus and intelligence. The station’s rumor mill was always grinding, especially when it came to command, and even moreso when it came to Captain Chirakis’ stash. Kirel was sure he had heard the rumors and wondered if he knew the difference between Enl’licdh and Enl’licdh’a. Apparently he did. “Very good, Captain,” said Garand, smiling. “Excellent. Enl’licdh’a. Amazing stuff.” The brandy sloshed easily around the glass before he enjoyed another sip, allowing it to sit on his palate for a second or two. “I’m going to guess that you’re either on the way to a meeting, are about to write a report, or…” “...have a debrief,” she finished for him. Not having seen the latest episode of As Aegis Turns, he was somewhat startled. “What time is it, Lieutenant?” she asked, casually swishing her brandy. “The time?” He seemed surprised at the sudden change in discussion. “The time.” She pointed her goblet toward the chronograph on the wall. “It’s… seventeen hundred hours, Captain.” “Is it? Are you sure?” After checking it several times against his wrist chrono, his confusion melted into a grin. “As sure as I can be, Captain.” Pulling up her left sleeve to reveal her personal chrono, she asked, “What time did you say it is?” “It’s…. No,” he scoffed, now pointing with his glass. “You changed the time on your chrono, Captain. Why?” His grin broadened into a chuckle. “I did not change it, Lieutenant. Which means that you will have to excuse me. I have a debriefing to attend to in approximately… four hours ago.” _________________ *With apologies to Madeleine L'Engle
  3. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 11/9/18 =/\= 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 20 minutes. The time is 1520 hours (3:20 PM) Aegis local. The away team is aboard the Dahlem ship, Voad. Captain Aayrn and Science Officer Lieutenant Kagih are explaining their technology. On Aegis, it is business as usual. Things are running along smoothly. So far. No symbol for Aegis. # For the Voad @ For the children Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::finishing up in Drankum's bar:: Lawliet: ::walking off the turbolift onto the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending the shop down in Medical:: Kallah Ramson: ::still in her office, reports pushed aside, meditating.:: Tarisa: # ::Impressed with what she is seeing, but feels that something is slightly...off.:: mimipavilion: #::on the Voad:: Chirakis: # ::on Voad, observing:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::taking notes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Alexis McFarland: @::exploring the farm:: Scott Coleridge: ::in command on the CnC:: Annisha: @ :: At the outer edges of the farm, the central spire out of view :: Johnson Kenyon: ::bringing up next work order on the list:: Alexis McFarland: @ It's a very big farm Lawliet: ::walks over to Coleridge:: Been a while. Fletcher Jackson: ::Scott:: Nothing happening with the Dahlem ship, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: {{Oh... remembering that I'd already finished and stopped by to get some scent samples}} Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Yes. I know what it's like to get caught up in a special project. How is that going? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the systems all over the station :: Fletcher Jackson: ::blinks, then grins, seeing Cdr Lawliet come up for air: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Tactical is manned by old man Cayne :: Chirakis: # ::strides slowly around the complex, taking note of several things, then stops by Mimi:: Doctor, anything new? Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Appreciate the update. Lawliet: ::looks over at Scott:: Slowly...that and having to familiarize myself with all the command protocols that come with this new rank. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::a quiet aside to Tarisa:: What do you think so far? Fletcher Jackson: ::Scott:: Yes, sir. Tarisa: # It is...quite interesting. But does it not seem very familiar to you? Alexis McFarland: @ ::stands by Annisha and Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the perfume shop, heading to Main engineering:: Annisha: @@ :: Peers :: Can't see it Tae'Lynn Dran: # Not really familiar. But, very sterile. Alexis McFarland: @ What can't you see? I just see grass and fields. Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Oh, right. Command protocols. I should probably do that one of these days. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Points:: I see a bird. Oh and some blowing leaves. ::Points at something in the far distance.:: Scott Coleridge: Have you been keeping an eye on the goings on up here? ::gestures at the visual of the Voad up on the main display:: mimipavilion: #::Chirakis:: Their methods are different. But having bacteria that can mend and/or heal, I don't know what to make of that. Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh. Chirakis: # That is interesting. Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Red lights suddenly flash from every corner of Voad's science complex. Dahlem scientists, including Lt Kagih, stop and seem to be listening to something. Everyone but Lt Kagih slips on a white cosmic protective suit and leaves. # ACTION AEGIS> Aegis does not see anything unusual. mimipavilion: #::nods:: Chirakis: # ::looks up, alarmed:: Scott Coleridge: ::continues not seeing anything unusual:: mimipavilion: #::looks up and concerned:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Look at how their consoles are set....::Perks up as she looks at the lights.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving in main engineering:: Lawliet: ::gives a slightly confused expression:: I...::sighs::...some what. I understand these what are they called? The Dahlem? Scott Coleridge: That's them. Tae'Lynn Dran: # What, what's going on? Alexis McFarland: @ I see the birds. They sure like whatever's on the field. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Captain Chirakis, your team must put these on. ::hands out white cosmic protection::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking to check in with Nijil:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Our fleet is is under attack. Lawliet: Right. I understand their like us, but not like us. As contradicting as that sounds. Tarisa: # ::Curious glance.:: Chirakis: # ::slips on her suit:: Your fleet? mimipavilion: #::takes the white cosmic protection suit and puts it on:: Tarisa: # ::Takes a suit, putting it on.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::not sure what to make of that but puts the suit on anyways:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Yes, Captain. We will be going through the conduit. Please, everyone sit and strap yourselves in. Tarisa: # ::Looks to Chirakis.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Kenyon to Subcommander tr'Korjata. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> The conduit will be fast, but it might make you nauseated. We will enter at the edge of the fleet. Scott Coleridge: They are explorers like us, but their society—at least the exploration part—seems quite different from ours. Their technology is manifestly advanced over ours. But, like the Federation, they try their best not to interfere with other cultures. Chirakis: # ::nods, says to the others:: Do are you are directed. Chirakis: # ::sits to strap herself in::: Tarisa: # ::Nods, taking a seat.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: #::::follows orders:: Scott Coleridge: They are the same aliens who rescued the Vladivostok survivors. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ken+ Go ahead mimipavilion: #::nods to Chirakis and takes a seat and straps in:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Sir, I've completed a few work orders and wanted to check in. Are you in your office? Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::seems to be listening to something:: Stand by for acceleration. Lawliet: ::nods:: Well...with everything we've been though, it's nice to meet someone who doesn't want to shoot at us. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::recording with her tricorder:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Voad slips instantly into the conduit. It is bumpy and nauseating. They come out the other side on the edge of the fight. Lawliet: ::walks over to the replicator:: Iced Tea. Tarisa: # ::Noting Kagih's expressions.:: Are all broadcasts telepathic? Chirakis: #ACTION> Aegis suddenly loses temporary contact with the Voad, but will not see it leave. In fact, the ship appears to be there, at stationkeeping. Tae'Lynn Dran: #::interested to see how grounded their fears of cosmic rays is:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ken+ I'm just at the main engineering table. Tarisa: # ::Ears lowered as she fights nausea.:: Lawliet: ::grabs his glass and walks back to the center of the room:: Chirakis: # ::is not often nauseated, but this is one of those times when she is:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::watches some hover tractors plough and cultivate some open fields:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Oh, oh that's very unpleasant. mimipavilion: #::fights her nausea, considering she's a doctor:: Annisha: @ Look at them go... Tarisa: @ Miana> Wow Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh Chirakis: # Indeed. Very unpleasant. mimipavilion: #ugh it is indeed. Johnson Kenyon: ::wander to the Main Engineering table:: Alexis McFarland: @. ::Drinks some juice Annisha's grandmother gave them:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The ship rocks as they enter the battle. A large screen on the wall shows Voad and other Dahlem ships engaging several very strange looking ships. The battle is fierce. Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Have you had an opportunity to meet our new science officer? Tarisa: # ::Glad she did not have a heavy lunch.:: Chirakis: # ::Kagih:: Does this happen often? mimipavilion: #::looks at the screen:: Ok then. That's not good. Lawliet: ::takes a brief sip:: No, well...I have seen them while I've been in my office. Hum? Chirakis: # Indeed it is not good. Tae'Lynn Dran: # What did we get ourselves into here? Tarisa: # ::Frowns as she watches the screen.:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> No. Seldom. When when it does happen, we defend ourselves well. Scott Coleridge: She seems quite competent so far. You could ask Mr. Jackson for a more... thorough... appraisal. ::sarcastic tone:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> We will act as a medical vessel unless we are fired upon.. which. :::jerked around by a hit:: Is happening now. Lawliet: ::looks at Jackson:: Mr. Jackson? Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Please be sure your belts are tight. Fletcher Jackson: ::turns:: Sir? mimipavilion: #::checks the straps to make sure their tight:: Lawliet: ::looks at Scott and back at Jackson:: What do you think of or our new science officer? Scott Coleridge: Yes, Mr. Jackson. What *do* you think? ::teasing:: Fletcher Jackson: Uh... she's very competent, sir. She knows her stuff. ::glance to Scott and swallows hard::: Fletcher Jackson: She does... uh... botanical things I think. Fletcher Jackson: ::blush:: Lawliet: ::shifts his eyes back and forth:: I see. Well... ::takes a drink:: ...I should take the opportunity to meet her soon. Is she currently on the away team? Alexis McFarland: @ ::Sits down on a bench somewhere:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The fight goes on for several hours. The away team is worn down by direct hits from the opposition. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting down next to Nijil:: mimipavilion: #::looks at Chirakis, wonders if she feels as useless as she does:: Tarisa: # ::Seems a little drowsy.:: Scott Coleridge: Yes. We decided to send more than one science officer over for redundancy. Fletcher Jackson: ::slowly lets out a breath:: Scott Coleridge: I also have a spare engineer now in case of emergency... Fletcher Jackson: :::seriously wants a donut::: Tarisa: # ::Tail barely moving as she gives a slight yawn.:: Annisha: @ :: Sits :: Wonder why the bench is here... It's quiet.. Lawliet: ::nods:: Given the circumstances I agree. Alexis McFarland: @Sometimes it's nice to have somewhere to sit. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Plops on the bench.:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> The fight comes to a sudden halt and it seems like the opposition is in retreat. The red lights turn to green. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Even though the computer can look at tactical far faster than he, Cayne liked to look for himself :: Chirakis: # ::Looks at Kagih:: Tarisa: # ::Perks up slightly at the light change.:: mimipavilion: #::looks around as the red lights turn green:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::lets out a breath:: We are safe. They are gone. ::listens:: A few injuries. No major damage to our ships. mimipavilion: #::looks at Kagih:: That's good to hear. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Keep your belts on. We are preparing to return as we came. Tae'Lynn Dran: # Who was attacking? mimipavilion: #::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching Nijil:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::listens:: Unknown. At least I am not familiar with this species. Lawliet: ::finishes his tea and puts it back in the replicator:: Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> Prepare to enter the conduit. Tarisa: # ::Frowns, not wanting to feel that nausea again.:: Chirakis: # ACTION VOAD> Another rough, bumpy ride for about 5 minutes, then bleep, they are home. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::closes her eyes and holds on tight:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Kenyon :: How is the station on your way back? mimipavilion: #::slowly breaths in and out during the ride:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Oh, by the Three that's no way to travel! Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I certainly got a better view of it than in Main Engineering... I had no idea there was this Commerce deck Fletcher Jackson: Dahlem ship signal is clearing up, Commander. Clear as a bell. Chirakis: #ACTION VOAD> The Voad returns from the fight after having been gone for several hours. The away team knows that they were gone for several hours. However, the Aegis' chronograph will note that only a few seconds have passed. Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station and reviews a the recent reports:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jackson:: Good, good. I will continue not to notice anything unusual occurring. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Looks like there was someone tampering with a Dabo wheel and damaged it Fletcher Jackson: ::trying to process what he said, then::: Aye, sir. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> You may unstrap and remove your cosmic suits. May I get you some drinks? Fletcher Jackson: ::goes back to work::: Lawliet: ::looks up and walks back to Scott:: Problem? Tarisa: # ::Gets up from the seat slowly, stretching really big.:: Scott Coleridge: The opposite, in fact. Scott Coleridge: Everything is fine. mimipavilion: #::unstraps and removes the suit:: I do have some medication that will help with our nausea, ::looks at the others:: that's if they want it. Lawliet: ::looks at the display and back at Scott:: Ah ha... Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::rubbing her head:: I think I'll be okay. Chirakis: # Perhaps we should contact Aegis and explain our absence. ::Mimi:: Thank you, Doctor. And yes, I will have whatever drink will help with... the trip. Tarisa: # ::Once done stretching, she removes her suit.:: I would like some water please. Alexis McFarland: @ ::eating some of the snacks Annisha's grandma made for them:: mimipavilion: #::nods:: I'll be ok. Chirakis: # Lt Kagih> ::hands Tarisa some water, Chirakis some mineral water and what appears to be a tricorder but is actually a communication device::: Press the green button to contact Aegis, Captain. Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay snacks! ::Nibbles on a fruit bar.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::workworkwork::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the hologram of the station, bringing up the priority duty roster Chirakis: # ::sheds her suit and has a long drink::: Alexis McFarland: @Mm. Yummy. ::bites into what she thinks is a granola bar:: Chirakis: # + Captain Chirakis calling Sky Harbor Aegis.+ Tarisa: # ::Sips the water.:: Chirakis: # ::takes another sip::: Fletcher Jackson: +Chirakis+ Sky Harbor Aegis, go ahead. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::looking over the tricorder readings taken during their trip and during the battle:: Lawliet: ::looks back up at the display after hearing Chirakis' voice:: Johnson Kenyon: ::discussing some personal past times with Nijil:: So, you like to play music... I would have never guessed. Annisha: @ I've not been out in the open like this in a long time. Look at they sky... Chirakis: # +COM+ is Captain Ramson or Commander Coleridge available? Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Yes, ma'am. ::::Looks to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coleridge here, Captain. Alexis McFarland: @ Hm, me too. It's beautiful. Chirakis: # +com+ We have returned and apologize for the delay. The Dahlem were attacked. Viciously. We are safe, though a little tired. Fletcher Jackson: ::huh?::: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Um, sorry, could you say that again, Captain? You've "returned"? You were "attacked"? Johnson Kenyon: ::asking Nijil about the refugees:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks at Jackson and mouths, "Did I hear that?":: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Nods, looking up at the sky with the bar hanging from her mouth.:: Pre... ::Can't quite talk with her mouth full.:: Lawliet: ::looks oddly at Scott and back at the display:: Fletcher Jackson: ::nods with a shrug:: Chirakis: # +com+ Yes, Commander. We were gone for several hours. Through the conduit. Chirakis: # ::frowns, looking at the away team:: Alexis McFarland: @ Mm. ::smiles:: Lawliet: ::looks at Scott:: The conduit? Tarisa: # ::Curious head tilt.:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Several hours? Our chronometers say you've been on the ship for less than a single hour still, Captain. You didn't go anywhere. ::note of concern creeping into his voice:: mimipavilion: #::has the 'ugh' look on her face:: Tarisa: # ::Looks over at Kagih.:: Interesting... Chirakis: # +COM+ Less than an hour? ::looks to the team:: mimipavilion: #::rubs her temple:: Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Coming up on an hour soon, yes. Scott Coleridge: +Chirakis+ Are you telling me your perception has been... different? Nijil tr'Korjata: My daughter insisted I play with her. Naturally she is already better than I. Chirakis: # ::team:: Prepare to return to Aegis. Tarisa: # ::Nods with no objections.:: mimipavilion: #::Nods to Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: Oh yeah... I have never tried a musical instrument Chirakis: # +COM+ Yes, I am. And yes, it was very different. Tae'Lynn Dran: # Yes sir. Johnson Kenyon: Always wanted to play guitar though. Tae'Lynn Dran: #::said with no hesitation:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lawliet:: Commander, please pull up and review our sensor readings of the Voad from the past... ten minutes. Chirakis: # Lieutenant Kagih. We should return. Give our thanks and apologies to Captain Aayrn. Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ Coleridge to Dr. Sandero. Chirakis: # Kagih> Yes, ma'am. Lawliet: ::nods:: Aye Sir. Dacia Sandero: +Scott+ Yes, Sandero here. Go ahead. Chirakis: #Kagih> Prepare to jump. Chirakis: # ::the Lt presses a button on her vest and they are back in CnC::: Lawliet: ::takes a seat at the science station and begins pulling up every byte of sensor information:: Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ The Voad away team is reporting some very... disturbing perceptual discrepancies. They claim they've just experienced the passage of several hours, and that the Voad actually left the system. Fletcher Jackson: ::gasp:: Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ I want you to exam... Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You could have knocked. Chirakis: ::obviously worn::: Yes, Commander. I will take a door knocker next time. ::slumps into a chair:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: If I wasn't busy trying to learn engineering, I would take up guitar... is that an excuse? Tarisa: ::Feels really nauseated that time.:: Dacia Sandero: ::opens mouth to say something but then waits a bit as the commander appears to have some company:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Depends on your free time.. :: shrugs :: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Tae'Lynn Dran: Worst.Party.Ever. Chirakis: ::looks around at the rest of the team:: Team present and accounted for? Scott Coleridge: Well, once you've caught your breath ... all of you get to report to sickbay. Chirakis: Indeed. Tarisa: # ::Leans on the nearest console.:: mimipavilion: ::back on Aegis' CnC::exhausted: All of us are going directly to medical. ::looks at Chirakis:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Does time pass differently here? Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I feel like I left the Academy two months ago and things are moving so quickly here. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a big place. Chirakis: Of course. However... ::hands Scott a datachip:: You might be interested in the recording of our adventure. Scott Coleridge: +Dacia+ Please expect the away team members presently and prepare to do a full workup on them. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::shuffles towards the lift:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the datachip:: Must have been some adventure. mimipavilion: ::gets her bearings and makes her way to the lift:: Chirakis: It was... enlightening. Dacia Sandero: +Scott+ Will do, thanks for the heads up. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: It's not that it's a big place... it's that there are so many things going on... I feel like I have so much to do Chirakis: ::stands and moves toward the command lift::: Scott Coleridge: After your visit to medical, you're all going to take some time off, and then I look forward to your full reports. Tarisa: # ::Seems to have an eternal frown on her face as she goes to the lift.:: Dacia Sandero: ::informs the nurses and other medical personnel to prepare sickbay:: Chirakis: ::Scott:: Of course. Tarisa: * minus the # Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 11/9/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then.. Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Perhaps an hour? Kallah Ramson: agreed Chirakis: TBS is one hour. Anything more for the crew? Kallah Ramson: nothing from me. Scott Coleridge: I will accept reports in the form of logs or interpretive dances Chirakis: Of course, Commander. Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |9 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 20 minutes. The time is 1520 hours (3:20 PM) Aegis local. While Captain Chirakis leads an away team to the Dahlem ship, Voad, the rest of the crew goes about its daily business.
  5. Of Space and Time Captain Chirakis Captain Aayrn On the second day of the second month of the year 2387, a supernova threatened to destroy ch’Rihan, the homeworld of the Romulan Star Empire. Quick thinking by several scientists and engineers and a daring act by Ambassador Spock saved the planet from complete destruction. However, gamma rays emitting from the supernova passed over the planet and rendered ch’Rihan uninhabitable for decades. At least, that is the story that those of us in this era witnessed and remember. On the thirtieth day of the twelfth month of the year 2259—in another era—the Federation starship USS Comanche Creek, commanded by Captain Calestorm, had joined a task force in pursuit of a Romulan Bird of Prey that lurked on the Federation side of the RNZ. During that time, long range sensors picked up strange unidentifiable spacial readings. Apparently the supernova that threatened ch’Rihan in the year 2387 had also created a rift in the space-time continuum. It snatched the USS Comanche Creek from the year 2259 and threw them into the year 2387—not only 128 years into the future, but along a different timeline. Suddenly their enemies were friends; their primary nemesis, Captain Nero, mined an asteroid belt in peace; and the Akira Class vessels of the Border Patrol that had yet to be born confronted them in full force. USS Comanche Creek did eventually return to its own timeline, but first contact with a ship from a different world presented many problems. Kirel had dealt with them as best she could, but never grasped the psychological trauma that crew experienced. Presently she was aboard the highly advanced Dahlem ship, Voad. Given their telepathic powers and exceptional technology, Kirel felt as though they had jumped several hundred years into the future. She was beginning to understand the angst of Captain Calestorm and the crew of USS Comanche Creek as they struggled with reverse first contact. It was Aegis’ turn for that experience. Within the Voad’s science complex, Kirel had been purposely keeping her distance as she watched Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, and Dr. Pavilion. Captain Aayrn was leading them through advanced procedures, acquainting them with highly advanced technology, and answering their questions. It wasn’t long until he had them fully engaged with a Dahlem tricorder that the captain shifted his attention to Kirel. “Something I can help you with, Captain?” “Yes, Captain,” she began after a moment of thought, then motioned to a more private area. “May I have a word?” “Of course,” he replied, then turned to the officer next to him. “Lieutenant Kagih, explain your work to our visitors while I confer with Captain Chirakis.” The lieutenant was several inches shorter than Captain Aayrn’s 7’3” frame. She was female, and bore similar traits to the others aboard ship: especially fair skin and thick, white hair. However there were differences in hairstyle, facial features, eye color, and build. In short, the crew of Voad were not clones. Lieutenant Kagih stepped away from her console and shifted immediately from telepathy to Federation Standard. “Yes, Captain,” she said with a congenial nod to Kirel, then moved toward the team that was busy trying to manipulate the more advanced tricorder. “How may I help you, Captain?” Aayrn began as they wandered through the science complex. “I am concerned about the technology that you are showing our team.” She glanced aside to see his reaction. He seemed merely curious. “What they are witnessing seems to be a technology that is several hundred years in the future.” Aayrn nodded, but said nothing. “Do you understand the implications of putting such advanced technology into their hands or what the consequences may be if our science department advances suddenly from one era to another that is several hundred years in the future? And if another, possibly hostile culture, gains access to it?” Her wandering stopped next to an unused console. Aayrn stopped beside her. Not far away, the away team continued to focus on Lieutenant Kagih as she explained the use of their tricorder, then fielded their questions. “I do understand your concern, Captain,” Aayrn replied in a serious vein. “Given your facial expressions, I knew that we would breach that subject soon. Therefore...” Aayrn turned and swept one arm around the massive science complex. “...tell me what you see. What kind of technology are we using? Does it remind you of anything?” “It has the look of our science complex. There is only a slight difference, but the consoles are similar, the information that scrolls the screen is similar, the chairs are similar, as is the... lounge.” She looked around, then turned to Aayrn. “You set this up.” He nodded. “This is not the configuration of your science complex.” “That is correct. It is not.” “Because this is first contact?” “Yes.” “And the advanced technology?” Aayrn smiled. “It is not as advanced as you think it is. The tricorder is slightly modified to our specifications. It will give you a deeper look into whatever you scan. Any of your engineers should be able to reverse engineer it. The clothing that folds itself? Nanite cloth: something that will be used by many in your near future. As for our propulsion system? That is private, as are a few other things.” “Um….” She looked around the complex once more, then nodded. “Satisfied so far?” “So far.” “But you will have other questions and concerns eventually. Do not hesitate to ask.”
  6. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 11/2/18 =/\= 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. Captain Aayrn has returned to the Voad. Captain Ramson, Commander Coleridge, and Captain Chirakis are in Captain Ramson's office discussing the mission. Those preparing for the mission should be ready to go as soon as the discussion ends. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::on the Commerce deck, going through the work orders:: Chirakis: ::in Captain Ramson's office::: mimipavilion: ::in medical, double checking the equipment she's taking with her on the mission:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on some patients:: Scott Coleridge: ::also in the office:: Kallah Ramson: ::sitting in her office:: ::looking at Chirakis:: The away team is yours. Whatever Command wants it's your call on who you take. Just remember this is just a first of hopefully many steps. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the next on the list... Drankum's bar... looking around for where that might be:: KelsaViegnor: ::in the shop with Thelea, looking over possible new arrangements for the shop for a fresh look:: Tarisa: ::In the main science lab, finishing up her preparations.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Exploring the farm with her friends:: Chirakis: ::still contemplating the situation::: Jylliene: ::CnC Ops:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::walking with Alexis and Annisha.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the lab. Has now checked the contents of her bag about 12 times.:: mimipavilion: ::finished checking her equipment and is waiting to go::? Chirakis: Captain, ::she leans forward:: Captain Aayrn requested one from every department. I do not believe that is a wise move. I would rather move slowly. Kallah Ramson: Prudent. Jylliene: ::pondering - hoping - that the mission goes well, since she cannot for the life of her figure out how to keep any kind of lock on the team. At all.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking the commerce deck, looking at a PADD map of the Commerce deck:: Chirakis: Our initial idea was to have science and medical present only. ::looks to Scott:: Commander, if you are willing, you may as well. Tae'Lynn Dran: Do you think they'll take a sample collector as a weapon? Scott Coleridge: I concur that science and medical officers make the most sense Tarisa: ::Is satisfied with her packing. She looks to Dran. Thinks a moment.:: I would hope not, but we shall see. Scott Coleridge: If you're going, Captain Chirakis, then I think I should stay behind for now. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Of course. Tae'Lynn Dran: It would be a shame to beam over and find half our gear missing. Chirakis: Therefore, we have four - myself, Ensign Dran, Commander Tarisa, and Dr. Pavilion. Are we agreed? Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking down at PADD and then up... seeing the bar through some sort of bridge between station halves:: Tae'Lynn Dran: But then I guess we'd get a fair read on their attitudes towards such items. Chirakis: Perhaps the others at a later date. Kallah Ramson: Agreed. Tarisa: Indeed. Have you finished packing? KelsaViegnor: If we move this up some...::indicates a display:: and that over there..::indicates another:: I think it will shift some of the newer featured bottles and product types to view of the corridor. KelsaViegnor: Perhaps some backgrounds of different color behind the shelves, to indicate a specific mood? KelsaViegnor: ::ponders:: Chirakis: I should add that all have current insurance and burial instructions. Johnson Kenyon: ::navigating to the bar, walking in:: Chirakis: As do I. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh my yes. Tarisa: Good. Then we wait for the word. Chirakis: ::she stands:: If that is all, permission to proceed, Captain? Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Permission granted. Good luck. Chirakis: Thank you, Captain. ::polite bow, then she exits::: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking in with the proprietor's of the bar to see where they'd like me to begin:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over to Scott:: i think she's feeling optimistic. She's expecting there to be enough remains for a burial. Chirakis: ::OPS::: Commander Kital, call Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, and Dr. Pavilion to Transporter room 2. Scott Coleridge: Yes, she was unusually effusive too. Jylliene: Yes ,a Johnson Kenyon: ((chuckles at the Captain's comment)) Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Chirakis: ::she steps into the command lift::: Chirakis: ::as the door closes:: Transporter room 2. Scott Coleridge: Anything else you want us to do here on the station? Chirakis: +Garand+ TR 2 with my gear. Jylliene: +Tarisa, Dran, Pavilion+ Ops to mission team. Meet at Transporter room 2 now. Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: Seems now is the time. ::Grabs her kit.:: mimipavilion: ::hears the comm:: +OPS+ on my way Chirakis: ::the lift stops and she exits to see that Garand is already there::: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: You have medical ::exits via the tl ordering it to TR 2:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Ready. ::slings the pack over her shoulder and falls in line behind Tarisa:: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::watching not to step on the tail:: Chirakis: Lieutenant, you are in command while I am away. ::she takes the gear she requested::: Chirakis: Garand> Yes, ma'am. Dacia Sandero: Alright -- goodluck. Tarisa: ((That would be hard to do, but impressive. lol )) Chirakis: (Excellent choice, Ensign. No stepping on the tail.) Johnson Kenyon: ::listens to the complaint at the bar... the refrigeration unit is failing on items that need (no replication) and a Dabo table is not working:: KelsaViegnor: Thelea> That sounds nice. ::starts rearranging with Kelsa:: Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: See what engineering and ops can do to keep a lock on the team. Tarisa: ::Goes to the lift with Dran.:: TR 2 mimipavilion: ::arrives at TR 2:: Chirakis: ACTION> Captain Aayrn appears instantly in the transporter room. He carries white suits over each arm. Chirakis: ::blink:: Captain? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Where he is :: Johnson Kenyon: ::is shown to the refrigeration unit, scans it:: mimipavilion: ::enters the room to see Chirakis and one of the visitors:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Eating what she thinks is an apple:: Tarisa: ::After a short TL ride, they enter TR 2. She seems a bit surprised to see Aayrn there.:: Chirakis: Aayrn> ::nod:: Captain Chirakis. Your transporter will not be recognized on the Voad. If you will, put these suites and we will transport you. Is that acceptable? Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Watches Alexis.:: Chirakis: ::she looks at the team:: Is that acceptable for you? Jylliene: ::still puzzling over the whole situation of trying to maintain a lock:: mimipavilion: ::Nods to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::Aayrn hands her one:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking at the suit. Refraining from commenting on their sense of style or lack there of:: Alexis McFarland: @ It's nice. I don't have a knife but.. ::hands Miana the apple, the uneaten side up:: Try it. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the refrigeration unit is using a refrigerant gas which has leaked out... not to mention it is illegal:: Tarisa: Is it...adaptable to myself? :;Looking at the suit curiously.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hand out to accept the new set of clothing:: Annisha: @ I'm :: munches :: not sure how they get crops so fast... unless. Chirakis: Aayrn> It will shield you from the rays during the jump. Yes, it should fit you. ::Tarisa:: Alexis McFarland: @Fertilizer? Chirakis: ::skeptical:: Jump? mimipavilion: ::accepts the suit from Aayrn:: Tarisa: ::Tail waving about.:: Chirakis: Aayrn> Yes. You transport. We jump. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: You got it. ::turns and departs:: Tae'Lynn Dran: If I may ask, what type of rays? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::slipping the suit on:: mimipavilion: ::puts on the suit:: Chirakis: Aayrn> Cosmic rays. Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Tarisa: ::Reluctantly takes the suit and begins to put it on.:: Jylliene: ::glances up at Scott:: Chirakis: ::takes a suit and slips it on::: Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping comm badge and communicating with engineering to bring a portable refrigeration unit that works on recycled water condensation:: Chirakis: Aayrn> I remind you that no weapons whatsoever are allowed on Voad. Chirakis: ::shrugging into the suit:: Yes, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::goes up to Jylliene:: I assume you've already begun to ponder how to keep a lock on the away team. Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting.::finishes clasping/zipping/whatevering the suit closed:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to check out the Dabo table:: Jylliene: Begun? Yes. No good solid ideas. Jylliene: You? Chirakis: ACTION> The suit modifies itself to the size and structure of the being putting it on. Chirakis: Interesting. mimipavilion: Indeed it is Captain Chirakis: Garand> ::steps away to watch:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working in main engineering, making sure power is flowing :: Johnson Kenyon: ::spinning the Dabo table to see if it's working right... it's got a funny wabble:: Tarisa: ::Surprised as the suit conforms to her tail.:: Interesting. :;Tail waves.:: Scott Coleridge: Not yet. I wonder if we can adjust the targeting scanners to be more sensitive to whether or not a signature has been through this "null" space that the Dahlem use for travel. Chirakis:(Away Team take a #) Chirakis:::feels strange as the suit fits, then she looks to the others::: Jylliene: We can try. ::starts fiddling:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taking out tools to adjust the wabble:: Tae'Lynn Dran: # Chirakis: Aayrn> Are you ready? Chirakis: # We are. Tarisa: #::Looks to the others. Nods.:: mimipavilion: #::nods:: Chirakis: ACTION> Within a second, the away team is transported directly to Voad's bridge. It is configured much like the bridge of a Federation Starship, with a few variations. The crew goes about their business as though the away team did not appear. There is no viewscreen, but there are personal consoles similar to those on Aegis. Jylliene: Modified. Let's hope. Annisha: @ :: Munches :: Chirakis: #::feeling somewhat strange, she looks around:: Tarisa: # :;Curiously glancing around. She then checks her kit to see if anything was removed.:: Jylliene: ::attempts to find the team:: mimipavilion: #::looks around and is a bit shocked:: mimipavilion: #::also checks her kit:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At tactical :: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::somewhat unsteady on her feet. Didn't feel a thing during the trip which is what was so strange:: Chirakis: # Fast and efficient, Captain Aayrn. Johnson Kenyon: ::the Dabo table appears to have been tampered with.... assumes it is to favor the house:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Yes. A little more efficient than your transporter. Now you have the option of leaving the suit on or removing it. Your choice. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffs the apple-like fruit, then takes a bite.:: Alexis McFarland: @ Is it yummy? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Squeals with joy.:: Mmmm Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::makes a quick note in her field journal:: Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes making adjustments to the Dabo wheel... spins it with the ball inside to see if it works better:: Chirakis: # Then... I shall remove mine. ::begins to remove it and it instantly drops to the floor and folds itself up::: Jylliene: ::grumbles:: Chirakis: # Um.. convenient. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Difficulties? Tarisa: # ::Watches the suit fold.:: Jylliene: Trying the modified scanners as you suggested. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::does the same. More than a little creeped out though:: mimipavilion: #::also removes her suit and is amazed:: Alexis McFarland: @ Mm! That's good. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing some technicians arriving with a portable refrigeration unit:: Chirakis: # ::she takes a good look around. The crew's uniforms are white. What appears to be a rank is prominent on the left shoulder. The designated position is on the right and more prominently displayed on the back. No one talks, as all are conversing telepathically.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the Voad ship on his main display :: Tarisa: # ::Removes hers as well. Tail happy to "breathe.":: Jylliene: A bit of a helpless feeling. ::ponders:: Maybe if we scan for life forms, we'll pick up our own crewmembers? Annisha: @ My gran said they have to be very careful with crops from other worlds.. Chirakis: # ::after taking a good look around, she looks to the team::: Ready? mimipavilion: #::looks at Chirakis:: Yes ma'am Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::making notes on the ambient light levels, smell of the air, background noises, audible cues from terminals, and any other little bits and pieces that might explain how these aliens take in the universe:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Chirakis: # ACTION> The Dahlem are like humans, though their skin is all fair, their hair closely cropped white, and their eyes a bluish pearl. Chirakis: # ::Aayrn::: We are ready, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ((They are also much taller than the average human, right?)) Johnson Kenyon: ::setting up portable refrigeration unit:: Jylliene: I'm getting some slight variations from your suggested scans. It's a start. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Excellent. Do you prefer science first, or medical? mimipavilion: #::takes note of the physical description of the Dahlem. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watching the screen, but thinking of dinner :: Chirakis: (they are much taller - 7' plus) Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Worth a try. Let's tie the targeting scanners into the lateral sensor array. Jylliene: ::nods and patches them in:: Jylliene: ::continues setup:: Jylliene: If I may ask, are you glad to be here, or do you wish you were there with them? Chirakis: # Do you mind if we take readings aboard the ship, Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::gathering up the patrons and having a discussion about Dabo table maintenance and refrigeration units:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not at all. Please do. Jylliene: And it looks like the scanners are tied in. Chirakis: # I would say that science is a good beginning. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::and out comes the tricorder:: Chirakis: # When they are ready. Chirakis: # ::she notices that the team is busy gathering information::: Scott Coleridge: ::rueful smile:: I don't mind missing most away missions. Scott Coleridge: I admit it would be interesting to get a look at their technology... but I fear it would be inscrutable, at least upon casual observation. Johnson Kenyon: ::listening to the objections and explaining that the Dabo table has to be removed... someone has tampered with it to failure... will not work again properly:: Tarisa: # ::begins scanning.:: mimipavilion: #::scans a bit:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> ::watching them with interest::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching nearby space for anything out of the expected :: Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::notes she's being watched:: How often do you meet with other species? Jylliene: Scan ready when you are. Chirakis: # ::also interested, but somewhat bemused::: Johnson Kenyon: ::then explaining that starfleet regulations do not allow for refrigerant gases to be used... as the gases themselves are toxic to Bollians:: Scott Coleridge: Let's give it a try. Jylliene: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: What about *you*? Do you crave some away team action? mimipavilion: #::stops scanning for the moment:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> We meet with other species like this when we know that they are of the same mind as we are. We are explorers and scientists. If they are conquerors, we give them a wide berth. Tae'Lynn Dran: # I see. Chirakis: # And have you often had problems with other species? Tarisa: # ::Getting a lot of power readings, but nothing from the Dahlem themselves.:: Jylliene: ::begins scanning:: Hm. Before we adopted Annisha, I enjoyed it. Now, it depends on whether just one or both Nijil and I are going. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not often. But those we encounter have been devastating. Tarisa: # Your power distribution systems must be immense. Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes setting up the portable refrigeration unit, grabs his tool bag and heads out:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> I suppose they would appear immense. Jylliene: Risking putting her through the loss of both parents again is not totally avoidable, but if we can keep from both being on the same away missions, I feel a bit better. Chirakis: # Aayrn> :::Tarisa:: You cannot read us, can you? Jylliene: Looks like we might have a little something, between this and the null space residual scan. Tarisa: # ::Shakes her head.:: Your clothing prevents it. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Not exactly the clothing. However, allow me to concentrate on... not concentrating? Perhaps that will help. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading back... decides to check out the perfume shop again:: Tarisa: # ::Scans again, tilting her head curiously.:: Your mind is preventing the scans? KelsaViegnor: ::with the displays shifted, both now working on the new background colors to refresh their appearance:: mimipavilion: #::slightly confused and starts scanning again:: Johnson Kenyon: ::entering Kelsa's shop:: mimipavilion: #::more so on Captain Aayrn:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Yes, it does. KelsaViegnor: ::looks up:: Ah, Mr. Kenyon, was it? Welcome back. Tarisa: # Interesting. mimipavilion: #I agree Tarisa Johnson Kenyon: Yes, that's right... I wouldn't mind smelling my way around... if you understand. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Perhaps because your tricorders are... not modern in our terms. Scott Coleridge: I guess having children would change that equation, hmm. ::hadn't thought of that:: Scott Coleridge: Hopefully we can maintain the lock. Tarisa: # I suppose not... mimipavilion: #::slight nod:: Chirakis: # Aayrn> ::he steps to the side, bends down to a worker, and he hands over an object::: Chirakis: # Aayrn> Try this one. Chirakis: # Aayrn> Your mind will tell it what to do. Tae'Lynn Dran: # ::taking more notes:: Chirakis: # ::becoming a little overwhelmed herself::: Annisha: @ :: stands :: We get a fly over later and time in the city. Johnson Kenyon: Can I try a few of your samples? Jylliene: Hopefully. Alexis McFarland: @ Oooh! Yay! mimipavilion: #::looks around to the the other three then focus' on Chirakis and walks over to her:: softly:: You ok? Chirakis: # ::she nods:: I am. mimipavilion: #::nods:: let me know if you don't feel too well ok. KelsaViegnor: Of course. ::gets a few samples out, puts them in a small bag:: And feel free to smell the testing vials as well. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 11/2/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: That was interesting. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: I would say a few moments. Maybe 20 minutes? Chirakis: That sounds good. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions FROM the crew? Tarisa: Are the workers Dahlem too? Chirakis: They are. Tarisa: The way he bent down seemed like they might not be. Chirakis: All those aboard the Voad are Dahlem. Tarisa: Ah so they were sitting then. Chirakis: Yes. He bent down to ask for their "tricorder" - which is a little more advanced that ours. Tarisa: gotcha Chirakis: Others? Chirakis: I will be writing another log of my reflections. I encourage the rest of you to do the same. Chirakis: No more questions, then... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |2 November 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 PM) Aegis local. At the request of the Dahlem, an away team will visit their ship, the Voad, still in Aegis orbit. Strict procedures will be followed. As soon as we receive Captain Ramson’s approval, the away team will depart.
  8. Journey to Voad Chirakis Kirel Je’rit d’Ka The Dahlem ship, Voad, hung like an ornament at Aegis’ Karman line as its occupants waited for a visit from Aegis personnel. Despite Kirel’s conversation with the Voad Captain Aayrn, she still had misgivings. She was cautious by nature— perhaps too much, but it was better than being caught off guard. There was always a catch, always an ulterior motive. If she were the only one involved, she might take it in stride. She could defend herself, and if she could not, she would be the only one affected, alive or dead. In this case, others would be involved. All had families, and each one one would be her responsibility. At 1315 hours, Command and Control had settled into normalcy. Only a few knew of their mission, and it was best kept that way. While Kirel outlined mission objectives and procedures at her personal console, she sought much needed counsel from her bondmate, Captain d’Ka. Their psionic conversation would be secure on two levels—their private bond, and the little-known language of the Sindar. Captain d’Ka had already exchanged ideas with Dahlem’s Captain Aayrn on many subjects, especially their desire to work together in this arm of the galaxy. His sincere enthusiasm came with the suggestion that representatives from each department accompany Kirel to the Voad. The proposed list included himself, Executive Officer Commander Bialar, Science Officer Lieutenant Kagih, Engineering Officer Lt Commander Aurra, Chief Medical Officer Lt Commander Pallas, and Chief Security Officer Commander Thor. Primarily, D’Ka assured her that all would be well. It did not alleviate her misgivings. “Ag’us tá tú sin’nte ze? [And you are certain of this?]” Kirel asked poignantly. “Ko mór mar zin, [Very much so.]” d’Ka responded, though it did little to settle her qualms. “Ag’us kad a tarlaíonn… kad a arlaíon nach gkeadaíonn ziad dúinn fil’eadh?” [And what if we are taken captive?] There was a long pause, then a sigh. “Kirel, Dea’rbhaím duit. Óz rud é go dtugann Sindar a gkuid focail a onóir, mar zin a dhéanann ziad. Go deimhin, tá ziad khomh khosúil. N'fheadar má bhí baint ag ár zpeikeas..” [I assure you, Kirel. As the Sindar honor their words, so do they honor theirs. In fact, they are so similar I wonder if our species are related.] “Bh’fuhl ziad?” [Are they?] she asked casually. “Kh’éile, Tá baint ag gach zpeic’eaz ar bhealach éigin. Tá na cruinne ollmhór, ach tá forbairt na zpeic’eas motha khalach mar a fhioz againn iad go leor beag. Tá gaol againn ar bhea’lach éigin, ach tá Sindar go Dahlem go zonrach? Is é zin na heolaithe a zhin’neadh.” [ Kh’éile, all species are related in some way. The universe is vast, but the development of sentient species as we know them is quite small. We are related in some way, but Sindar to Dahlem specifically? That is for the scientists to determine.] “Zin, tá muid zábh’áilte?”[So we are safe?] “Very. Perhaps more safe than any other place in the galaxy.” He had slipped into Federation Standard: his less-than-subtle punctuation. That it would be more safe than any other place in the galaxy was absurd. However, he was more familiar with them, so she let it pass. As the chronometer continued its precise calibration of time, Kirel paused to stare at the main tactical screen. Voad was still at stationkeeping just inside Aegis’ Kármán line. They did keep their distance, as they said they would. They were polite… so far. However, there were too many what ifs. “Kh’éile.” “What?” she snapped aloud, making a few heads turn in CnC. She ignored them. “Do not overthink the situation. Continue on that path, and your fear may become reality.” He was right, of course. He usually is. Would she acknowledge that? Definitely not. Instead, she stepped to her console and finalized her list of team objectives, then forwarded them to Captain Ramson. At 1330, there was time enough for Captain Ramson to approve or adjust. Lt Garand had readied the equipment she might need. The team was due at TR-2 in 30 minutes. Report Memorandum To: Kallah Ramson, Captain, Commanding Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis CC: Scott Coleridge, Commander, Executive Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis From: Chirakis Kirel, Captain SI-5, Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis RE: Mission to Dahlem ship Voad, Aegis orbit, Stardate 2388.120 Proposed Team: Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5, Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis Commander Scott Coleridge, Executive Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Duelle Tarisa, Lt Commander, Chief Science Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Tae’Lynn Dran, Ensign, Science (Botany, Life Science, Meteorology, and Hydrology), Sky Harbor Aegis Mimi Pavilion, Physician, Chief Medical Officer, Sky Harbor Aegis Nijil tr’Korjata, SubCommander, Chief of Engineering, Sky Harbor Aegis Proposed Objectives: When given permission by the Dahlem, board the Dahlem Starship Voad. Observe and document elements of the starship and its occupants. Observe and document any threats that could compromise the safety of the Away Team. Observe and document any threats that could compromise Sky Harbor Aegis or its area of space. Observe and document any ideas voiced by the Dahlem concerning collaboration with them in the areas of science, medicine, engineering, or otherwise. Safely return to Aegis and formulate individual reports due within 24 hours. Oral report and discussion at the convenience of Captain Ramson and/or Commander Coleridge. Chirakis Kirel, SI-5 Captain, Starfleet Intelligence
  9. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 10/26/18=/\= 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. Captain Aayrn has returned to the Voad. Dahlem clothing blocks our sensors, so science has little physical information. Captain Ramson is about to call Commander Coleridge and Captain Chirakis to her office for a discussion regarding visits to the Voad. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in life science lab trying to find the missing piece to a sample rack she was putting together::: Chirakis: :::CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: ::analyzing sensor readings of perfume shop:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::Aux OPS, very quiet::: KelsaViegnor: ::talking to a client:: Kallah Ramson: ::on cnc:: Chirakis: ::notes a strange message::: Tarisa: ::Walking down a corridor.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::playing with Annisha and Miana or continuing their tour of the farm:: Chirakis: ::picking up her padd, she walks slowly to Kital::: Commander. ::hands her the padd:: I believe this is yours. Tarisa: ::Steps into the life science lab.:: Chirakis: Apparently they have me in billeting now. Tarisa: @ Miana> Wee! ::Running around again.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking to self... what the heck does this all mean???:: Jylliene: ::accepts the padd, confused, but looks at the message:: Ah... I see. ::slight grin:: I'll take care of it, ma'am. Fletcher Jackson: ::straightens up::: Fletcher Jackson: ::focus... focus... focus::: Annisha: Nijil> :: Working in engineering :: Chirakis: Ensign Jackson. ::quietly:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks over to see who entered:: Oh, hello Commander. Fletcher Jackson: ::jumps and turns:: Yes, ma'am? Tarisa: ::Eyes widen at the sight of the lab. Tail waving in approval.:: Hello. Kallah Ramson: ::stepping to the TL:: Mind the store, I need to see to some business. Chirakis: What has happened is in the past. It will not be mentioned again. You are beginning on a new slate. Understood? Fletcher Jackson: ::blinkblink:: Yes, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Runs around with Miana:: Kallah Ramson: ::into TL, orders to lift to track down a certain officer:: Chirakis: ::nod:: Good. ::she rests a hand on his shoulder, then moves away:: Scott Coleridge: ::watches Ramson depart, then resumes his work at his station:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Any news on that away team mission yet? Johnson Kenyon: ::preparing report for Nijil:: mimipavilion: ::in her office, working and eating:: Fletcher Jackson: :::feeling strange as he goes back to work:: Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Nothing yet. ::Looking about the lab.:: I heard things were different here. I wanted to take a look. Chirakis: ::takes tactical to read the latest information::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, just a little unpacking. Now we just need some samples to study. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops to Ensign Kenyon. Jylliene: ::enters a few things on her console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: I heard that planet nearby was off limits now. Shame. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up from screen:: +OPS+ Kenyon here. Go ahead Kallah Ramson: ::TL stops and she steps out into the corridor:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I have what is hopefully good news. New quarters assignment. Private room with a window. Jylliene: ::isn't too aware of anyone liking sharing berths, but you never know...:: Johnson Kenyon: ((RFOL)) Annisha: Cayne> :: In CnC, working :: Fletcher Jackson: :::paging through his stuff, shuffling them here and there::: Annisha: @ :: Exploring the farm :: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Really? Sounds good. When do I move? Kallah Ramson: ::enters the life science lab, glancing around until she sees Tarisa:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::Hugs Miana and Annisha:: He he he. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Anything of which I should be aware? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Unfortunately. I was told that life sciences is free to use an area within the park though. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::giggles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Captain. ::scrambles to her feet:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing existing station protocols given the recent events:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ At your earliest convenience. Nobody's going to be kicking you out of your old berth if you collapse there tonight, but the new quarters are indeed ready. I'm sending the location to you now. Tarisa: ::Perks up as she turns to Kallah.:: Captain? Chirakis: ::takes that as a no.. nothing new::: Kallah Ramson: ::Tarisa:: i was looking for you. Kallah Ramson: I had some news I needed to relay to you. Jylliene: ::well, maybe if he's a snorer, the bunk mates would indeed be ready to kick him out, but she wasn't about to ask after those kinds of details:: Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ That is welcome news. I appreciate it Tae'Lynn Dran: ::eager and hoping it's about the away mission:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Thought you might like hearing it. Enjoy your new quarters, Ensign. Ops out. Tarisa: Some news? ::Tilts her head curiously.:: Chirakis: ::hearing a ping on her private console, she moves over::: Johnson Kenyon: {{SNORT}} Chirakis: (heh) Chirakis: :::logs in and reads::: Jylliene: ::grins, happy to be able to deliver news like that once in a while:: Kallah Ramson: Yes. ::smiles:: I wanted you to now as of right now you are the new Chief Science Officer. Kallah Ramson: know Tarisa: ::Ears lay back as her tail droops.:: I...I am? Kallah Ramson: Official paperwork is all, well... official. Signed, sealed, and....::hands her a PADD:: delivered. Dacia Sandero: ::Working with some patients:: Chirakis: ::replies in Sindarin::: KelsaViegnor: ::directing the client to a few different scents and having him sample them:: This one will layer nicely with your desired scent. Tarisa: ::Takes the PADD, seeing the seal upon it.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Ohh, pay raise. ::blinks, remembering this is the Captain, and snaps back to attention:: Johnson Kenyon: ::completing report to SubCommander Nijil and sending:: Chirakis: ::logs off and blanks the screen, then begins her usual walk around CnC::: Jylliene: ::resumes her usual:: Tarisa: ::Perks back up, minding her manners.:: Thank you, Captain. Kallah Ramson: Congratulations. Fletcher Jackson: ::humming a little bit, but working hard::: Kallah Ramson: It's well earned. Now I need to get back to the CnC. Chirakis: (Congratulations, Tarisa) mimipavilion: (Congrats, Tarisa) Kallah Ramson: ::turns and exits the lab:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: May I ask, will we hear about the science team proposal soon? KelsaViegnor: Client> ::unsure:: It is a bit too... delicate. Tarisa: ((Thanks!)) Kallah Ramson: ::stops, turns:: Which proposal? Alexis McFarland: @ ::looking at tube roots:: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up when the captain passes by, then gets back to work:: Annisha: @ Roots Tarisa: Our potential trip to the Dahlem ship. KelsaViegnor: We shall try something with a bit more body to it, then. Just remember, this scent will not be separate, but accompanied by the others. Kallah Ramson: We're still waiting for a signal from them. Alexis McFarland: @ Tube Chirakis: ::passes by Scott::: Anything I can help you with, Commander? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Stops and looks at them too.:: Oooh...::Fluffy tail lashing.:: Are they yummy? Kallah Ramson: I'm hoping we hear something soon. Alexis McFarland: @ Yes? Tarisa: :;Nods.:: Understood. Scott Coleridge: I'm just reviewing procedures and pondering amendments given the Dahlem's presence. Kallah Ramson: ::back towards the door:: I guess they're trying to tidy up before we visit. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands up, stretches....:: Kallah Ramson: ::smiles and exits:: Chirakis: ::nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::wearing a grin:: Congrats. Tarisa: ::Waits for Kallah to exit before she finds a place to sit and plops down, her knees feeling like they were going to buckle.:: KelsaViegnor: The difference between seeing a delegate and seeing the delegate accompanied by officials. Johnson Kenyon: ::grabs tool bag and heads to the commerce deck:: Tae'Lynn Dran: You okay? KelsaViegnor: ::considering how to phrase it:: Tarisa: ::Sighs, then smiling sort of.:: This was highly unexpected. KelsaViegnor: ::turns to another scent:: What do you think of this one? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::kneels down to them and sniffs.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::working really really really hard::: Chirakis: Action> A little bug jumps on Miana Jylliene: ::notices Fletcher working really really really hard, wonders if he's going to hurt himself:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::laughs a little:: Promotions are surprises. Then I guess the advanced aliens are normal fare? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Jerks up.:: Eeep! Jylliene: ::returns her attention to her console:: Alexis McFarland: @ It's a bug Fletcher Jackson: ::watching the commander watch him::: Fletcher Jackson: ::then goes back to work:: Kallah Ramson: ::returns to the CnC:: Jylliene: ((It's not a bug, it's a featur- oh, wait. It's a bug. Sorry. Habit.)) Annisha: Cayne> :: Keeping an eye at the sector :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Quickly shakes it off and wipes her face.:: It scared me... :;Tail poofed out.:: Chirakis: Action> The bug is like a large lady bug KelsaViegnor: Client> Hm. This is better. Chirakis: Action> It wanders off Tarisa: ::Smiles at Dran.:: I suppose you are right. Alexis McFarland: @ Poor Miana. ::hugs:: Chirakis: ::turns when the captain enters::: Captain. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Heart still racing, but she starts to calm down.:: KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: Now see how it smells with this. ::hands him another sample, this one more woodsy:: mimipavilion: ::wonders why she has all this paperwork, then remembers she runs a department and the Children's Home:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on the Commerce desk, tool bag in hand:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to Chirakis:: Alexis McFarland: @::Huggles MIana:: It looked cute. I like ladybugs. Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls out padd to check the repair schedule:: Chirakis: ::pulls out her padd:: A note from the Dahlem, via Captain d'Ka. Apparently they are more adept at telepathy than writing. Jylliene: ::notes a message about forgotten deliveries suddenly being cleared all at once to science. Grunts inwardly and makes a note to follow up more closely with anything coming in through that bay:: Kallah Ramson: I imagine. What do they have to say? Chirakis: It is an invitation for anyone to visit their ship. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Relaxed now.:: I would have thought so too if it did not attack me. Chirakis: I would suggest science with a small security detail. Alexis McFarland: @ Aw, at least it wasn't a bee. I would've ran. Tarisa: ::Looking down at the signed PADD a moment, before standing up.:: Looks like I will be visiting this lab more often. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Nods in agreement.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::To Tarisa:: We'll make you proud. Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: Kallah Ramson: Agreed. Normal away team complement. I want you to lead the team. KelsaViegnor: Client> ::nods, slowly, then with a more decided look:: Yes. That is it. Chirakis: Me, Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::first duty on list: repair food replicator:: KelsaViegnor: ::smiles and nods:: Excellent. ::pulls out the selection of bottles and finalizes the client's order:: Tarisa: I will be a little more busy it would seem. Would you be against Science station training on the CnC? Fletcher Jackson: ::just a little more relaxed than he was at first::: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around for the appropriate food facility, seeing it, heads there:: Kallah Ramson: Yes. You seem to be in a position to relay info via d’Ka better than anyone else. And probably a more reliable comlink than we might otherwise have, seeing we still can't scan into their ship. Chirakis: I see. Tae'Lynn Dran: No, not against it. As long as I still get the chance for some field work as it comes. Tarisa: :;Nods.:: Of course. Chirakis: Oh. And Captain Aayrn has requested one of our physicians. He is interested in our medical procedures. Tae'Lynn Dran: Is it usually busy up there? Johnson Kenyon: ::entering the Romulan food shop, looking around for someone to address:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Gather your team. Kallah Ramson: And good luck. Chirakis: Yes, Captain. Tarisa: It can be. But for now, I will get you clearance. And if you wish, you can begin on the auxiliary console. Chirakis: ::eyes Scott::: Johnson Kenyon: ::gains the attention of the establishment, is directed to the food replicator... starting repairs"" Tae'Lynn Dran: This place gets more interesting every day. Annisha: Nijil> :: Reading the report Kenyon sent :: Scott Coleridge: ::shrugs at Chirakis, as if to say, "I didn't do it." mimipavilion: ::is glad to be finished of the reports for the time being:: Jylliene: ::has seen that shrug before:: Chirakis: ::smiles, then moves to OPS::: Commander, call Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, and Dr. Pavilion to the conference room. Jylliene: ::heck, she thinks she's given that shrug before:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: It seems so. ::Takes the PADD, and makes a request to have Ensign Dran added to CnC clearance for Science duty.:: Johnson Kenyon: (report details my findings that the odors from the shop are well controlled and the attachment of the tricorder scans which I cannot interpret) Chirakis: :::as she moves to the conference room::: +com+ Lt Garand, assemble a security team and report to TR-2. Jylliene: +Tarisa, Dran, Pavilion+ Ops here. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glancing down sees the peg for the sample rack she was looking for:: ah ha. ::reaches down to get it:: mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Go ahead Tarisa: :;Wasn't expecting a response so fast.:: Tarisa: +Jylliene+ We are here. Alexis McFarland: @::eating a tube root Annisha's grandmother gave her:: Crunchy. Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Watching.:: Jylliene: +Pavilion, Dran, Tarisa+ Captain Chirakis would like you to report to the conference room. Annisha: @ Annish's gran> You have to cook them just so... Tae'Lynn Dran: +Jylliene+ Yes, Dran here. Alexis McFarland: @How so? mimipavilion: +Jyl+ On my way mimipavilion: ::exits her office:: Dacia, I have to go to the conference room. Mind the store. Dacia Sandero: Yes, sure Tarisa: ::Looks to Dran.:: Seems we may have our invitation. Chirakis: ::enters the conference room and stares into the darkness to the Dahlem ship, curious::: Johnson Kenyon: ::replacing the primary replicator module:: mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::curious about how the away team will find things on the Dahlem ship, but starting to wonder if things on the station will once more swing back in the direction of "orderly" until the next inevitable crisis:: mimipavilion: ::short time later arrives on the CnC and goes to the conference room:: Annisha: Nijil> Calibration completed... Tae'Lynn Dran: ::nods. has too silly of a grin on her face to do much else:: Chirakis: (all in due time, Commander. All in due time.) Johnson Kenyon: ::completes the repair and attempts to replicate food to test it:: mimipavilion: (Scott, what's normal?) Tarisa: ::Heads to the TL with Dran.:: CnC mimipavilion: ::enters the conference room and takes a seat:: Jylliene: (There's a normal?) Chirakis: ::nod:: Dr. Pavilion, you have not been asked, so I will ask you now if you have any qualms about visiting the Dahlem. Tarisa: ((I am not familiar with that term.)) Chirakis: (Aegis normal) Tae'Lynn Dran: :::starts to follow, still holding the peg. She stops, rushes back to drop the peg and get her tricorder:: mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: No ma'am KelsaViegnor: ::sends the client on his way with his purchase:: Chirakis: Good. Annisha: Cayne> :: Looking over security rosters :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::very quickly catches up with Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC moments later, walking with Dran to the conference room.:: KelsaViegnor: ::heads back to the displays, checking the levels of the tester vials and the dates written on the labels:: Chirakis: ::turns as the door closes::: Doctor, Commander Tarisa, Ensign Dran, please sit. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. ::takes a seat:: mimipavilion: ::already sitting:: Tarisa: ::Nods in greeting before taking a seat.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::food replicator is working fine, closes it up:: Chirakis: You have been invited to visit the Dahlem ship, not as a courtesy, but as a collaboration. Chirakis: If any of you would rather not go, please say so now. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Still watching Alexis eat the root.:: Is it yummy? Alexis McFarland: @ ::feeds a tube root to Miana:: See for yourself. Chirakis: I do not hear any objections. Annisha: @ :: nods :: They are not replicated... unless there are tiny replicators for kilometers... Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Takes a bite, but has an odd look on her face as she slowly chews.:: Alexis McFarland: @I think it is yummy. Annisha: @ Gran> Hardly. Chirakis: Therefore, I should inform you that only a very few will be speaking Federation Standard. The others converse telepathically, so you will not hear them. Tarisa: No Ma'am Chirakis: The captain, his executive officer, and the science officer will speak. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::touching base with the restaurant, then off to the next task:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::blushes a little but nods:: Chirakis: We will have a security detail - a very small one. There will be no weapons. Chirakis: If we try to take weapons in, they will disappear. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the list... Holo-billiard table malfunctioning... checks out location and heads out:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Still isn't sure of it, so she takes another bite.:: Chirakis: Which means. :::removes the dagger from her boot. I do not take any. Chirakis: Questions? Tarisa: What about scanning? Tarisa: ::Not that she expects the scans to work anyways.:: Chirakis: ::places the dagger on the table:: You may take anything that helps you with your research. Scanners, samples, and the like. Johnson Kenyon: ::addressing the establishment... being ushered to the table:: Dacia Sandero: ::giggles:: I like it cooked like that Chirakis: ::looks to Mimi:: Anything? Alexis McFarland: @ It tastes like cooked Chirakis: ::Dran:: Ensign? Questions? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Puts the rest down.:: Maybe it will be better with something else... Jylliene: ((I really expected at least three or four other daggers or weapons. Unless Chirakis will remove those later so nobody knows exactly how much and what and where she's carrying)) mimipavilion: Tarisa asked my question. Is there anything I should be aware of from them that would affect us? Alexis McFarland: @ Maybe ::snuggles Miana:: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking out Holo billiard table... It appears to work, then shuts down when you attempt to break:: Tae'Lynn Dran: No sir. I have a pack ready to go. Chirakis: I doubt it. They are keenly aware of our needs. Tarisa: Their clothing prevents normal tricorder scans. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: Excellent. Report with your gear to TR 2 within the hour. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking down:: I hope they don't take the sample probe as a weapon. ::considering:: Chirakis: We shall see. Johnson Kenyon: ::running diagnostic:: Tarisa: ::Nods as she stands.:: I think it should be fine. They are scientists too. Chirakis: They are. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/26/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, and thank you for bearing with us in overtime. Chirakis: Congratulations again to Tarisa. Chirakis: And to Ensign Kenyon for his new quarters. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Chirakis: I suggest an hour. Kallah Ramson: Agreed Chirakis: One hour it is. Stand by those who are not going. You might eventually get a trip to the Dahlem ship. It will be very interesting. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Captain? Kallah Ramson: None Chirakis: Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |26 October 2018 30 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.121 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. Captain Aayrn has returned to the Dahlem ship, Voad, that remains in Aegis orbit. Our science team, Commander Tarisa and Ensign Dran, were unable to gather much information from the Dahlem captain. Apparently the Dahlem clothing not only shields them from cosmic rays, it shields them from our sensor systems. We have many questions for the Dahlem. Though they do not differ from an ordinary human, there are several things that science would like to investigate. At sim begin, Captain Ramson will call Commander Coleridge and Captain Chirakis to a conference regarding a visit to the Voad.
  11. ~USS Challenger makes her Final Flight Tomorrow Evening~ October 26, 2018 9:00 PM ET Please come to give Challenger's crew and Captain Ja'Lale a proper Farewell. From her Maiden Flight in June of 2004 to Her Last we Salute you for your Service to Starfleet. Fair Winds and Following Seas, Challenger “A good Navy is not a provocation to war. It is the surest guaranty of peace.” ~President Theodore Roosevelt, December 2, 1902
  12. Concerning Ensign Jackson Captain Chirakis Ensign Fletcher Jackson His friends called him Fletch, but his full first name was Fletcher. Not that it made any difference in this story. Anyway, Flech had never been in the security complex, so he fumbled over his name when they asked for it. Good thing he had his credentials. And he'd never been in Captain Chirakis’ office, so that was another thing. He’d been told that only big brass or someone in deep shi… uh, someone in really big trouble got into her office. Well, he wasn’t big brass, so he must be here for the other reason. He stood in front of Lieutenant Garand, getting more nervous by the minute. Even though he’d been on Aegis for… how long? And he’d seen the lieutenant… how many times? He still had to go through the routine—or so the lieutenant said. “Everyone has to,” Garand responded flatly while he continued to work. “This is the heart of Aegis.” He took Fletcher’s thumb and pressed it for an imprint, then dropped it where it flopped to Fletch's side like a ragdoll. “Engineering keeps the station running, and we keep the station safe.” Garand handed Fletch’s creds back. “Got a problem with that, Ensign?” Garand’s gaze made Fletch think that if he even twitched, he’d be under arrest. “Uh… no, sir. No. No, sir. I’m good with it. Really. I’m good. Really good. No problem.” He forced a smile. Garand nodded. “Good. Follow me. Stay directly behind me. Do not move to the right or the left. Sergeant Nunez will be at your six. Do you understand?” Nunez? As in the guy next to him who’s loaded for bear, like there might be an invasion? “Yes, sir,” Fletch responded, the smile still plastered on. Garand snapped his finger. Nunez stepped up behind Fletch. Garand did a tight about face and led them down the hall. Fletch thought he saw a smirk in the lieutenant’s reflection when they rounded a bend, but no… he figured it must be a wrinkle in the metal or something and dismissed it. Security didn’t do that kind of stuff, right? After taking what seemed like the long way around, they stopped at a door. Garand ran his badge through a slot, then answered the computer’s demand for voice print. The door slid open to reveal the captain’s office. She was sitting behind a pretty good sized desk and reading from a PADD. An amazing number of monitors lined the walls behind her, but as soon as they stepped in, the monitors blanked to the Starfleet insignia. “Ensign Fletcher Jackson, Captain,” said Garand sharply as he came to attention. Without looking up from her work, Kirel responded, “Thank you, Lieutenant. Remain outside in case you are needed.” “Yes, ma’am.” Garand stepped to the side. Nunez followed suit. After a coordinated about face, they left to stand outside as ordered. The door closed. The captain continued to work in silence. Dead silence. Taking a hint from Garand and Nunez, Fletch stood at attention and waited for the captain to say something. Anything. But she kept on working. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Holy schmoley. Pretty soon it would be four…. “Stand at ease, Ensign. Before you fall over.” Captain Chirakis relaxed back in her chair, with her left elbow on the armrest, furnishing a support for the hand that casually stroked her chin. Jackson relaxed enough to stand at ease. Captain Chirakis didn’t seem to be the ogre some of the guys called her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Do you know why you are here, Ensign?” “Uh… no ma’am. I mean… no, Captain. I don’t… know. I mean, I don’t know why I’m here. Ma’am.” The captain considered that a while. “Then I shall enlighten you.” She sighed. Taking a stylus in hand, she rolled it a few times, then placed it precisely next to her PADD and leaned forward. “What is my position on this starbase, Ensign?” “Chief of Security, ma’am.” “And what is my duty as Chief of Security?” “To keep the station safe, ma’am.” “Close,” she replied, somewhat skeptically. She stood to round her desk, then leaned against it and crossed her arms. Gees, he’d never been this close to her. Even when she leaned against her desk, she was a whole head taller than he is. Her black uniform was… well… black. But not just black. Blacker than black. Her insignia gleamed in the overhead lighting. Her boots were polished to a fine sheen, and…. Crap. She had a dagger in her left boot. And it looked pretty sharp. “My duty to this station is to ensure the safety of this station and its inhabitants, Ensign. You are an inhabitant of this station. Commander Kital is an inhabitant, and therefore under my purview, as is Ensign Dran.” She took a deep breath, but remained calm, and her expression didn’t change, except that it gave Fletch the feeling that he was in the principal’s office in junior high. “Ensign,” she continued in the same vein, “wherever you are on this station, you are my responsibility. When you are in Command and Control, your duty is not only to tend to Operations. Your duty is also to be safe, and to be sure that everyone around you is safe.” She stopped and watched him like she was… thinking? He really couldn’t tell. “Instead, you are easily distracted. Fresh donuts. Coffee. Someone new in CnC. In fact, most recently our new ensign in science became the object of your attention. Rather than keeping your eyes on your console, you watched her and commented inappropriately—which, I might add, is strictly prohibited in Starfleet and could result in court martial.” Oh boy. He was beginning to get the message. “You dropped a PADD, then you reached for it. You smacked your head against the access panel, then you hit your head again when you tried to stand up. All this was a result of your distraction. And, of course, your injury required that you leave your post for a medical examination.” He expected her to raise her voice any time now. She didn’t, but her expression changed. Man, did it change. “This left Commander Kital alone. At her post. While a heavily armed and potentially lethal alien starship was at stationkeeping. In Aegis space. Do you understand where this is going, Ensign?” “Yes, ma’am,” he squeaked, then cleared his throat. “I mean, yes, ma’am.” That one sounded better. “Tell me, Ensign Jackson, were you endangering this starbase?” “Yes, ma’am, I was endangering the starbase.” “Were you endangering its inhabitants?” “Yes, ma’am.” She pushed off from her desk to tower over him. The smile was gone. Her eyes glared viciously into his, but her voice was still quiet—like a targ about to pin its prey and tear it open. “This will not happen again, Ensign,” she hissed quietly. “If it does, I promise you that I will personally recommend convening court martial. Is that clear?” “Y..yes, Captain.” He held his breath. After a very long few minutes, the captain stepped away from him and pressed a button on her desk. “Lieutenant Garand, we are finished here.” Garand and Nunez escorted him out, same spacing, same military cadence, the whole nine yards. * * * * * As soon as the door to her office closed, Kirel sent a message to Captain Ramson. “Mission Accomplished.” Garand ushered Fletcher out of security at the main entrance. As soon as the command lift door closed, Garand turned to Nunez, shaking his head and trying not to laugh. Nunez shouldered his phaser rifle, removed his helmet, and did the same. Garand finally caught his breath. “Think we made the right impression, Sergeant?” “Oh hell, yeah, Lieutenant. He’ll ever forget this one.” “Well, let’s hope so. Strip off your gear and get it to the armory. Master at Arms Doherty’s waiting for it.” Nunez gave him a thumbs up. Garand returned to duty, hoping that it would be a long time before they saw Jackson down here again.
  13. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 10/19/18 - 10:05 PM=/\= 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.120 TBS is 5 minutes. The time is 0805 hours (8:05 AM) Aegis local. The Dahlem science vessel, Voad, is in Aegis orbit. Voad's commanding officer, Captain Aayrn, is in conversation with Captain Chirakis. For security reasons, Captain Ramson is in her office. Commander Coleridge will speak for her if the situation warrants. At sim begin, Captains Chirakis and Aayrn are about to discuss the possibility of collaboration. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::in her office, reading over a new report from command:: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::Ops:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on the command deck. Standing near science:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the hologram imagine of the station, familiarizing it:: Tarisa: ::In CnC, trying to get used to the scent of the visitor.:: KelsaViegnor: ::having finished breakfast, catching up on latest news from SF - reading on her console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glancing towards where Chirakis and the visitor went:: mimipavilion: ::answering some questions for the Romulan crew that are working within her department:: Chirakis: Aayrn> Thank you, Captain, for your hospitality. I have been recalled for a delicate matter. I will return whenever you request it. Chirakis: ::stands:: Of course, Captain. Tarisa: ::Tail whipped back and forth.:: Chirakis: ACTION> Pulling up his hood, he disappears. Johnson Kenyon: ::remembering he was asked to check on the merchant areas:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::double takes at the motion of the tail:: Chirakis: ::nods to Garand and exits the lounge::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::When she looks back sees Chirakis returning without the alien:: Johnson Kenyon: ::collecting tools:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, a moment. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the CnC, listening to Chirakis :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: I guess we won't get a chance to observe them anymore for now. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to the TL:: Chirakis: ::takes him aside::: Commander, keep the Voad in in sight. Track it if it moves. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll let you know if they move. Fletcher Jackson: ::stirs in his biobed:: Tarisa: :;Notices Chirakis return without the guest. She frowns.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Playing with Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: it seems so. mimipavilion: ::finishes answering the questions and goes to check on Fletcher:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Shame. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::having fun playing.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL, to computer:: Take me to the merchant areas Fletcher Jackson: ::puffs out a breath:: What happened? Tae'Lynn Dran: Do we get many guests around here? Fletcher Jackson: ::rubs his head, then winces::: mimipavilion: ::stands next to Fletcher:: You hit your head on a console a while ago and I ordered you here for treatment. Fletcher Jackson: Ow... musta done something really stupid. Fletcher Jackson: The whaaa?? Dacia Sandero: ::Checks up on some patients and some experiments she was working on:: Chirakis: ::she finds herself in command:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: On occasion. Though some are not so friendly. mimipavilion: You don't remember hitting your head on a console on the CnC? I guess that concussion was worse than I thought. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh. Oh my. Johnson Kenyon: ::exits TL, begins to wander:: Fletcher Jackson: ::thinks hard:: Tae'Lynn Dran: These seem friendly so far. Tae'Lynn Dran: I would like to know a little more about them though. Chirakis: ::listening to the chatter as she takes her command station:: Fletcher Jackson: Kind of... not really. I just remember this amazing ::blows out another breath:: mimipavilion: Amazing...??? Jylliene: ::considers the discussions going on around her:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: As would I. Fletcher Jackson: Yeah... she's like... gorgeous. Like an elf. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves over to an open station:: KelsaViegnor: ::stretches, rises to go to her shop to prepare for opening for the day:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Computer, access internal sensor records. mimipavilion: You mean our new science officer, Tae'Lynn Dran, who happens to be V'Mar. Fletcher Jackson: That what they call her? All I know is that she's just.... I think I paid more attention to her than to duty. Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's see now. ::tippity tappity on the terminal screen:: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's, well. That's odd. mimipavilion: Yeah. ::stops before chewing him out:: Maybe you should continue resting. Chirakis: ::logs in as command, checks the latest information, then blanks the screen and begins her normal walk around CnC::: Tarisa: ::Ears twitching often to the sounds of the tapping. Looks up, curious.:: Odd? Annisha: @ :: Riding around the Korjata farm :: Chirakis: ::hears Dran, but continues her walk::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Um, yeah. Look. Sensors didn't seem to record much about the alien. KelsaViegnor: ::heads to the commerce deck, greets her assistant at the door:: Tarisa: ::Looks.:: Perhaps it was due to his clothing? Tae'Lynn Dran: Only get a little bit of data when they removed the hood. Chirakis: :::listening to science::: Chirakis: ::stops to look over the commerce deck::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Stealth clothing. Interesting. I wonder why though? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages his e'lev about lunch...as he did not get much of a breakfast :: Tarisa: ::Thinks, tail waving.:: I understand the clothing is to protect against cosmic rays. Perhaps it does more. Chirakis: :::steps up toward science, still listening to their conversation::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Staring at the Voad was not making it move, but did they want it to move or stay put? :: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking the Commerce desk, listening in and seeing if anyone needs an engineer:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, okay. Wait, what? I mean we shield against that too but we don't walk around in lead lined undershorts. Chirakis: ::stops to listen:: Annisha: @ :: The crops stretched for kilometers, seemingly unending :: Jylliene: ::messages Nijil back - "It's barely 0830?":: Tae'Lynn Dran: I guess that works. I wonder if their ships aren't shielded like ours. KelsaViegnor: ::she and Thelea work on getting things ready to start up for the day:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I am curious as well. ::Wishes for a sample of that cloth.:: Chirakis: ::keeps an eye on the tactical master board::: Alexis McFarland: @ ::looks at the crops too:: What's growing here? Tube roots? Chirakis: ::she steps toward them:: They are an interesting race, are they not? Tarisa: @ Miana> Are they yummy? Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she turns to Chirakis.:: Yes, Ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages to Jy: ¯\_(ツ)_/ ¯ :: Alexis McFarland: @I don't know Chirakis: ::Dran:: What especially do you see that interests you? Johnson Kenyon: ::being approached by merchants offering their wares:: Chirakis: ::also to Tarisa, but interested in the Ensign's thoughts::: Annisha: @ :: Her grandmother answered: Something au kids would call beans :: Fletcher Jackson: ::stares at the ceiling:: Tarisa: @ Miana> Beans...Are beans yummy? Dacia Sandero: @ Hmm. oooh. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, the are different yet similar. I don't think anyone has studied a lifeform from the area they say they came from. Jylliene: ::gazes upward momentarily, then returns her attention to the console, replying "I'll see what comes to mind in a bit.":: mimipavilion: ::goes does something else while Fletcher rests:: Dacia Sandero: Eh, I guess so. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ How is it going on the commerce level? Chirakis: What is different and what is similar, Ensign? Alexis McFarland: II guess they are Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Dacia Sandero: ::Speaking with one of the nurses about something:: Fletcher Jackson: ::sighs::: Annisha: @ Gran: Au have to process them first, but they can be. A group on Faanis Iv like them enough. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Ensign Kenyon here. I have been approached by at least 6 merchants, but they seem more interested in selling their goods Tae'Lynn Dran: Bipedal, class-M environmental tolerances. But then just enough unknowns to get you thinking. Tarisa: @ Miana> Oooh Chirakis: Such as...? Alexis McFarland: @ Hmm. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ That's what they do. Au may wish to see if Kelsa Veignor has any engineering issues. Tae'Lynn Dran: Okay, well. ::turns to the console:: I'm looking at what sensor readings we did get. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Kelsa Veignor. How do I find him? Tarisa: ::Listening.:: Jylliene: ::usual reports, requisitions, etc:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not much on the alien itself but I can scan the air. I'm looking their oxygen intake. Alexis McFarland: @lots of beans.. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around:: Chirakis: ::watching both of them while keeping an eye on the tactical display on the main board::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Ha, her. Follow your nose. Or more precisely, follow your nose to the scent shop Tarisa: @ Miana> Beans! ::Runs around.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ roger that. I'll head to the scent shop Alexis McFarland: @The magical fruit Tae'Lynn Dran: I think they might have a rather rabid metabolism. Annisha: @ Gran:: stops the hovertruck. Jylliene: ::scrolling through, generally approving supply requests, watching for requests that stand out as unusual:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Holding arms out like she is a bird or airplane as she runs.:: Chirakis: ::Dran:: And what leads you to that idea? Fletcher Jackson: ::sighs again::: She's... just.... gorgeous. Doctor ::turns his head:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sniffs the air and closes eyes:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Increase in CO2 around them. So they breath in and out more than the others in this scan.::scrunching over the terminal, tappy tappy:: See. Tarisa: ::Curious look.:: KelsaViegnor: ::Thelea straightening displays, Kelsa preparing special orders:: Tae'Lynn Dran: That's just a theory at this point though. Chirakis: ::Tarisa:: What are your thoughts, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wonders if the reports regarding the scent shop are a legitimate concern, or just competition. :: Fletcher Jackson: Doc? Johnson Kenyon: ::catching a sweet smelling scent, opens eyes and begins wandering towards the scent:: mimipavilion: ::hears Fletcher and goes back:: Yes? Fletcher Jackson: I feel fine. I really do. Think I can return to duty? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching sensors on his console :: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the scent shop, walking in:: Tarisa: It is possible that his body could be trying to adjust to our atmosphere conditions, but the theory is sound. ::Thinks.:: I am curious about why we can not scan them. They seemed open, but are they deliberately preventing us from learning more or was it mere coincidence? mimipavilion: ::looks at him then pulls up his recent scan and report:: I don't see why not. Just be careful where you're walking and what you're doing. Understood. Chirakis: Excellent questions. Would you consider visiting their ship? Tarisa: ::Doesn't hesitate.:: I would. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Take some readings of the scents around the shop. We'll have to process them later. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks inside the scent shop and knocks on the window:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::worried look on her lips:: Were we invited? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ What sort of readings? Chirakis: You have been invited, yes. Annisha: @ Gran :: Picks some beans off the plants, bites into them :: Alexis McFarland: @ Is it yummy? Tarisa: :;Tilts her head curiously.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh. OH. Chirakis: We have yet to verify the conditions or to receive clearance. KelsaViegnor: ::glances up quizzically, then seeing a uniformed crewman, goes to the door and opens it:: May I help you? Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Stops and watches.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::next to Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: ::sits up slowly:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ A parts per million reading should suffice. The tricorder should be fine. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Kelsa:: Was there a problem with your shop that you needed engineering? Fletcher Jackson: Yeah, Doctor. I'm pretty good with that. I'll be really careful. mimipavilion: Good. You may return to duty. Fletcher Jackson: ::whew:: Thanks. Tae'Lynn Dran: That would give us a chance to answer some questions. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: ::nod:: It would. KelsaViegnor: ::quizzical:: No, we didn't. KelsaViegnor: Did sensor scans indicate something here? Chirakis: I will make a note, then. mimipavilion: No problem, Ensign. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Kelsa:: You didn't? ::taking out tricoder:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Chirakis :: Security should attend. Fletcher Jackson: ::takes a few careful steps::: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Of course. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sounds like fun. Chirakis: And I need to consult with Starfleet Command. KelsaViegnor: No, we didn't. Was there some computer report of some issue? Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: I guess I'm a little confused. ::scanning with the tricorder:: Chirakis: I wouldn't exactly call it fun, Commander. An adventure, perhaps. Annisha: @ Gran :: Shrugs :: To some. :: hands beans to each of the girls. :: Eat. KelsaViegnor: On that, we are of one accord. Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: Can I ask you about your scents? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Takes a bite, but isn't sure at first.:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::sniffs them and eats:: KelsaViegnor: ::slight half-grin:: Are you sure you're not trying to get a little shopping in before hours? KelsaViegnor: Of course you may. Fletcher Jackson: ::picks up his release papers::: Fletcher Jackson: ::tucks it into his tunic pocket:: Thanks, Doc. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: Ma'am, obviously there is someone concerned about the scents you have... I personally don't have any problem with them, but there are species that may find them objectionable Tae'Lynn Dran: When would we possibly be departing? Johnson Kenyon: ::scanning:: Chirakis: You could. But not until verification from Command. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Chirakis: When... I do not know. KelsaViegnor: Is it typical to send Engineering staff to question shopkeepers regarding neighboring merchants' opinions of their business? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around:: Are you scents kept in bottles or aerosolized? Annisha: @ :: eats :: It's like when father says he cooked beans, but really didn't KelsaViegnor: They're in bottles. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head and does some work:: KelsaViegnor: Aerosols are too volatile in recirculated air. Bottles are more easily controlled. Alexis McFarland: @ Good beans.. mushy. KelsaViegnor: I sell atomizer bottles for clients to fill on their own after purchase, though. Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: I take it that you allow people to open them to test the scent Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Nods as she eats another.:: Annisha: @ Gran: I'll make au three to go bags of beans. KelsaViegnor: I have tester vials that they can sample. Annisha: @ Gran: Au know, I think I have some plants felines like. Tae'Lynn Dran: I, I should get a field kit put together. ::starts making a list:: KelsaViegnor: You don't want to open the bottles you purchase, because over time, the scents would evaporate. Alexis McFarland: @Oooh! KelsaViegnor: So the vials give a way for them to try the scents when they request. Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: are they that volatile? How quickly do they evaporate? Chirakis: ::notes the ensign's reaction and her exuberance, then smiles at Tarisa::: Chirakis: Carry on. Chirakis: ::moves to the command console::: Annisha: @ Gran: A variation of nepetalactone KelsaViegnor: Over time. It's not anything you'd notice for one or two tests, but over time, reopening bottles would lead to gradual loss of contents. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around for the tester vials:: Alexis McFarland: @ Ah, cool Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Perks up.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Kelsa:: They must be very expensive if you are concerned about losing their contents KelsaViegnor: They're not cheap, and resupply of the materials to make them are slow. So yes, I am careful to make sure clients get the full amount they pay for. mimipavilion: ::goes into her office to do some paperwork:: Fletcher Jackson: ::wanders to his quarters::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/19/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting sim. Slow, but it gives us a chance to become acquainted. Chirakis: TBS is 15 hours, which brings us to noon the next day. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Captain? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Tarisa: I have something. Chirakis: Tarisa, go ahead. Tarisa: Next week is Challenger's last night. If anyone can come early, please come see us off. Chirakis: Challenger begins at 9pm ET. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |19 October 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.120 TBS is 5 minutes. The time is 0905 hours (9:05 AM) Aegis local. The Dahlem science vessel, Voad, is in Aegis orbit. Her commanding officer, Captain Aayrn, beamed to Aegis CnC with the permission of Captain Chirakis. Captain Ramson remained in her office because, as a Minaran, she is an open telepath, and contact with the Dahlem captain could compromise Starfleet security. The issues addressed: The conduit that compromised navigation and communication for our starships is being altered so Aegis vessels will be safe. Dahlem clothing shields them from cosmic rays. The Dahlem are able to “turn off” their telepathy and other powerful abilities at will. The commander who came earlier not only furnished information to us through Dr. Sandero and Captain d’Ka, he took information about us so they would know how to approach First Contact. What appears to us as instantaneous travel is not instantaneous to them. Regarding the crew of USS Vladivostok, a Dahlem construction crew looking for minerals rescued them. They lacked the expertise to properly treat and feed them. As a result, several of the crew died. At sim begin, Captain Chirakis, Captain Aayrn, and Lt Garand are in the CnC lounge.
  15. First Contact Chirakis Kirel Captain Aayrn Captain Aayrn removed his hood and stepped forward, extending his hand in greeting. “Captain Chirakis.” ~chat log 2018-10-12 A series of gasps and one near-faint greeted Dahlem Captain Aayrn of the starship Voad when he suddenly appeared in CnC. Kirel stood her ground, more curious than startled. The beings who called themselves the Dahlem were newcomers to this area of the galaxy. They were both interesting and frightening—overwhelmingly so. Single representatives had appeared without notice twice before, creating quite a stir. This was the third appearance, and would be more interesting than the last. The first two fumbled around, attempted to communicate, but could not make themselves understood. This time, the representative was prepared. He spoke Federation Standard and extended his bare hand in greeting. As a precaution, Kirel did not respond to his first greeting. Instead, she stood before him relaxed, her expression neutral, and her arms crossed, gauging his reaction. Lt Garand, Security’s second in command, stepped off the command lift. As soon as the lift door closed, he secured CnC, then positioned himself at a discreet distance. Kirel estimated the Dahlem captain's height at 2.2 meters—7 feet 3 inches. His muscular frame showed a few scars, so he might have experienced some dangerous times. His loose clothing was of lightweight athletic material. His white boots bore an intricate, interesting symbol. The edge of his shirt collar bore two more images than those of the last visitor, a Dahlem commander. Removing his hood exposed thick, fine white close-cropped hair and fair skin that complemented his deep silver eyes. Aayrn stood erect, but relaxed, and he did not seem disturbed that Kirel would not take his hand in greeting. “I am Captain Aayrn of the Dahlem Starship Voad, Captain Chirakis,” he repeated, dropping his hand to his side. “Yes, Captain. I understand,” Kirel replied calmly, “and I am sure you understand that knowing the power in your touch is good enough reason to not take your hand in greeting.” “I do.” Kirel gave a polite nod. “Welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis, Captain. Please follow me.” She led the way to the unoccupied CnC lounge. Its doorway was open to view by those in CnC while it provided a semi-private area to talk. Lt Garand followed at a discreet distance, then positioned himself at the entrance—standard protocol for dignitary protection. “You were correct, Captain,” Kirel began, as they settled in. “I am a captain, and my surname is Chirakis. However, I am not the commanding officer. I am responsible for the safety and security of this station and its inhabitants, which is why I am here and our commanding officer is not. Before we go on, please state your purpose for entering this area of space.” “Of course.” Captain Aayrn nodded. “We are scientists. We explore the galaxy, and have for thousands of years. We entered this area of space for the first time when we received an alert that your ships were endangered by our transport conduit. It was important to us that we contact those we endangered, examine the problem, and fix it with compatible technology.” Kirel raised a brow, curious. “I see. And has this been done?” “Not completely, Captain. We might have to consult some of your engineers to fix the problem.” First they want to meet the scientists, and now they need the expertise of our engineers. Kirel leaned back to consider that for a moment, her skepticism growing. “Thank you, Captain Aayrn,” she continued, “for your concern regarding our starships. As we move forward in diplomacy, we should be frank with each other. Do you agree?” “I do,” he replied flatly. “Then, I will begin by noting that we have many unanswered questions, the first being why you ask us for information when you have unimaginable telepathic powers that could provide the answers.” Aayrn nodded into a congenital smile and leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. “You are not the first of sentients to wonder,” he said, “but you are one of the few who have asked me to explain. Perhaps we are more powerful, but at times like this… what you call First Contact… we turn certain abilities off so we can relate to our new contacts.” “So, at this moment you cannot read my thoughts?” “Oh yes, I can. But I choose not to. And since you did not take my hand in greeting—as is your custom—I will tell you that my hands can be overpowering. Instead, I choose to have them function as yours do. The same applies to communicating in Federation Standard. The best way to connect with and understand a previously unknown species is to learn the language and to follow their protocol.” Kirel took more time to mull that over, watching the captain’s expressions closely. “Please, continue Captain. You seem to have more that you are holding back for some reason.” “Yes, there is more,” he said, his expression turning somber. “I admit that we overstepped our bounds in certain instances, but as scientists we try to learn quickly and to adapt quickly. We observed your culture through the eyes of your Captain d’Ka and Doctor Sandero.” Aayrn paused as though he was waiting for her reaction. “Go on.” “I must confess, then... that we used the telepathic connection with Doctor Sandero and Captain d’Ka to not only give you information, but to gather information about your culture, solely for the purpose of understanding. By incorporating that information, we learned your Federation Standard within a short time frame. And we learned many other things—your customs, your mores, and that you have many cultures in your area of space. We also learned that you are shocked by our ability to travel instantly.” “Why would we not be shocked?” “Time is relative, Captain. To you, our travel seems instantaneous when actually it is not. Time dilation is a difference in the elapsed time measured by two observers—in this case, us and you—either due to a velocity difference relative to each other, or by being differently situated relative to a gravitational field. You see….” Her hand went up. “Thank you, Captain. I will defer that to our scientists. There is a more pressing question I must ask, and that is about the Vladivostok.” “I knew that your questions would eventually come to that,” he replied with a sigh, looking as though he did not know how to begin. “Not all of us are scientists, Captain. Not all of us learn quickly. Those who found and rescued the crew of USS Vladivostok fumbled about to save them because they were not trained in the skills of what you call First Contact. “My clothing—the covering we use to shield ourselves from certain cosmic rays—is white. Theirs is a shade of brown. Their expertise is in construction, not in science. They stumbled across the crew while hunting for minerals. When we first heard of their encounter, we mourned the ten who died and those who suffered from lack of food and nutrition. It will not happen again, Captain. Anyone of us wanting to travel outside our own system must pass an exhaustive course on First Contact.” “A wise choice, Captain” The conversation continued for a while, then came to a lull while each considered the other. Kirel felt them forming... a kind of bond? No, not a bond, but more of an understanding. Captain to captain? Individual to individual? Alien to alien? “Tea, Captain?” she asked finally. Aayrn blinked, startled. “Yes, please.” [TBC in sim]