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Chirakis

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  1. Perhaps you should consider creating a new character that would fit into the Trek universe.
  2. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/19/18 =/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1915 hours - 7:15 PM Aegis local. Adriatic has an away team investigating the source of the satellite. Aegis, RSE Antius and RSE Chairo are waiting for word from the High Command. The children are still eating and giving Ens Orrak a run for her money. Adriatic take a symbol. Away team take a symbol. Those on Aegis, nothing is needed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Lawliet: # ::on the bridge:: Dacia Sandero: % ::on the away team:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::at helm ?:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::scanning the old passageway:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Annisha and Miana:: mimipavilion: ::still on the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::still hanging out on the CnC, mulling over their current situation:: Chirakis: ::CnC, keeping an eye out for danger and hoping it does not come::: Jylliene: $ ::getting packed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Walking with Jylliene back to the Nei'rrh to head back to the station :: Chirakis: ::then again, danger is a strong word for what she experienced::: Jylliene: $ ::heading back toward the Nei'rrh:: Lawliet: # +AT+ Adriatic to Away Team. Status Report. Fletcher Jackson: # ::stationkeeping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Carrying some of their things and holding a holoprogram given to them by the resort :: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ We are approaching a larger chamber. So far the area seems to have been built as a simple passage. Lighting and anything else was added later as modular items. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # (Cayne on Away team?) Kallah Ramson: (yes) Chirakis: ::as she works her console, keeping an eye on the two RSE ships, she wonders if the two will fight, or exchange words as they did before::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % +Adriatic+ No sign of hostiles as of yet. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::entering the larger chamber. Dome shaped, about 30 meters wide:: Alexis McFarland: Your parents are coming back soon, right? ::to Annisha:: Annisha: :: With her friends :: Lawliet: # +AT+ Understood. I'm going to keep the com line open; let us know if you need anything. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Not yet. Fletcher Jackson: # ::sighs, making orbital adjustments again:: Jylliene: $ We needed this. Lawliet: # ::raises an eyebrow and takes a seat in the captain's chair:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::seeing more of the modular lights:: See if any of those are still functional. See if we can get some more light in here. Annisha: I think so.. who knows, perhaps they will take longer. :: Sees Gila, their Cardassian guardian, has fallen asleep :: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::pacing out the perimeter of the room, scanning and recording:: Alexis McFarland: Maybe they'll take the scenic route back. Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her PADD"" Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Ie, though there is no place like your rotating home.. Fletcher Jackson: # ::blows out a breath:: Captain, that one area keeps turning the ship towards it. So far I'm able to maintain stationkeeping, but... it's just frustrating, sir. mimipavilion: ::waits to see if there will be any changes between the two ships:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Scanning this his tricorder :: Jylliene: $ It'll be nice to get back. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Trying to determine the age of this place. Lawliet: # ::looks at his side panel:: Any idea what's causing it? It can't be a natural occurrence. Chirakis: ::overlays the tactical grid to the main screen, just to keep an eye out, and begins her normal pace through CnC::: Annisha: :: Goes to a closet and gets a blanket :: She looked tired, be she walks all day. :: Covers Gila with a unicorn targ blanket :: Fletcher Jackson: # Well, sir, it could be. But it's pretty consistent. And it was the same coordinates as the satellite's origin. My best guess? It has something to do with the satellite. KelsaViegnor: ::relaxing back in her quarters, reading news reports from numerous places:: Fletcher Jackson: # But.. ::shrugs as he works:: it's just a guess. Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana who also seemed to have fallen asleep:: Yeah, security people do walk a lot. Lots of patrolling. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Well, it's older than me, and that is saying something. Scott Coleridge: ::stretches:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::begins shining his light onto the ceiling.:: Some reflective surfaces embedded into the ceiling. Make sure to get a recording of the pattern. Chirakis: ::she stops at the observation window just above the commerce level::: Jylliene: $ ::sees the Nei'rrh ahead:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I wonder what's on this program... Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::looking over the scans:: Contaminants in the air are making dating of the material difficult. Jylliene: $ Not sure. It'll be something to look forward to seeing. Lawliet: # ::thinks to himself:: A gravitational focal point with an artificial structure on a planet with severe seismic activity... Chirakis: It's amazing that there is any food left on the commerce level, the way the children devour it. ::she shakes her head::: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ I'm hoping it was those women.. :: grins :: I could use the massage after a busy day. Scott Coleridge: The vendors seem to have adjusted nicely to their appetites. mimipavilion: ::hears Chirakis:: Really!? I'm surprised they haven't come to sickbay yet. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::moving towards the center of the room:: KelsaViegnor: ::reading some of the more ... unbelievable reports from the gossip and conspiracy types. Always good for some entertainment.:: Chirakis: ::she turns away and weaves among the consoles::: Aye, Commander. And yes, Doctor. I'm surprised they have not. Chirakis: Lackey> ::at OPS, waiting for a sitrep:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::watching the clock::: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Presses his comm badge and the Nei'rrh decloaks :: Alexis McFarland: ::curls up in Annisha's bed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Right where we left it. Kallah Ramson: (That Jylliene: $ Thankfully. Kallah Ramson: (That's one way to avoid a parking ticket) Jylliene: ((LOL)) Dacia Sandero: (lol) Nijil tr'Korjata: (and good for Golden Gate Park) Chirakis: ::stops at a console:: Mr. Styles. Give me a list of food orders from our little trio. Chirakis: Styles> Ma'am? Little trio? Lawliet: # +AT+ SubCommander, is there any indication of a significant structure in the site? Anything that would require a great deal of power? Chirakis: Yes, McFarland, t'Korjata, and Miana. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Stands in the middle of the room...scanning. The other hand on his firearm :: Chirakis: Styles> Coming right up. Fletcher Jackson: # ::sighs again and makes another adjustment::: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Nothing. I am beginning to think this area was never completed. Beyond some pattern of reflective objects in the ceiling there seems to be no other feature or function to this area. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Could this have been a species-specific room? Chirakis: ::takes the report from Styles, gives it the once over, and hands it to Mimi:: Here you are, Doctor. I believe that soon into the night you will have three very sick little girls. Lawliet: # +AT+ Understood. Continue to collect any information, but avoid activating anything you might come across before consulting with me. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> In what way? mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD:: Oh goody... Chirakis: Rally the troops. I believe you will need them. ::turns to Scott:: Should I ask for a report from Adriatic, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Good idea. Chirakis: ::nods, turns:: Mr. Lackey? KelsaViegnor: ::half-smirks in amusement at a supposed sighting of a dead performer from the regions of the syndicate:: Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am. Requesting now. Fletcher Jackson: # ::getting antsy at the console, all his focus on a steady keel, he jumps when the request comes through::: Fletcher Jackson: # Captain, Aegis is requesting a sitrep. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: $ That it only activates for their species... the Cardassians are famous for that. Chirakis: Lackey> ::leans back, waiting:: Jylliene: $ ::makes herself comfortable on the Nei'rrh after stashing belongings away:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> With our running theory, that would be Vulcan and Romulan. And I have yet to see anything more than dust so far. Fletcher Jackson: # ::waiting, he looks at the Captain:: Lawliet: # ::looks up:: Inform Aegis that the away team lead by SubCommander Jorahl is currently exploring the underground facility and collecting information. Additionally, inform them of our "gravitational" problem. I'd like to see if they have anything to say about it, but don't ask for a response. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Starting pre-flight checks :: Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. ::rapid taps capture the report and he sends it on:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::he perks up when it comes through::: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Looks at the comms console. "Au have 87 engineering messages..." Chirakis: Lackey> Commander, send it to your console, or read it out? Scott Coleridge: Oh, I think we could all use a change of pace. Jylliene: $ ::pulls up the navigation records, has the computer plot a course back to Aegis:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> We will continue for another 10 minutes. If we can't find anything else, we return to the beamout point. Chirakis: Lackey> The away team lead by SubCommander Jorahl is currently exploring the underground facility and collecting information. Additionally, they are having a "gravitational" problem, being pulled into some kind of... like a conduit? Unable to maintain stationkeeping. Chirakis: Lackey> That is, Adriatic is having that problem, sir. Scott Coleridge: Lovely. Chirakis: Interesting. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> The Lore Kings had access to psionic tech. This might require something along those lines to activate. Chirakis: ::stepping toward Scott:: This is the planet that they suspect to be where the satellite originated? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Starts it up :: Ready? Jylliene: $ Course laid in for Aegis. Jylliene: $ ::nods:: Chirakis: Action> The children are suddenly bloated, cramping, and wanting to regurgitate but unable to. Chirakis: 10:40 PM mimipavilion: ::bored:: I think I'll head back to medical Alexis McFarland: Ugh, feeling bad man KelsaViegnor: ::reports of sightings of famous "ghost ships", which she pays closer attention to, having interest in those:: Annisha: Au too? Chirakis: ::turns to her:: Very well, Doctor. We'll keep you informed. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, we should go to sickbay mimipavilion: ::exits CnC:: Thanks. mimipavilion: ::orders tl to medical:: Lawliet: # ::looks through recent reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::heads to sickbay:: Annisha: :: taps the door pad :: Let's go. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm going to take a look at the readings they've sent. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::running the ceiling pattern through computer analysis:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::makes another minor adjustment, then checks the time:: Jylliene: $ ::slight grin as they begin their takeoff:: Chirakis: Lackey> Sent to your console, Commander. mimipavilion: ::arrives in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::slowly meanders their way to sickbay:: Lawliet: # ::looks up:: Mr. Jackson...how many adjustments have you taken in the past hour? Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> Let's head back. Annisha: :: Turns to look at Gila :: Ohhh,.. I think she will be alright... let's :: burb :: go. Scott Coleridge: ::begins going over the data:: Chirakis: ACTION> Annisha's burp is a little more than just a burp. Alexis McFarland: That was loud. Yea Annisha: :: Throws up a little :: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Away team is heading back towards the extraction point. Annisha: Waa... we got to run... ohh mimipavilion: ::checking things in medical:: Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Adriatic, copy. Will you extract? Alexis McFarland: Ugh yeah, Chirakis: 10:46 PM Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the turbo lift:: mimipavilion: ::finishes checking and drops off her padd in her office:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::checks the settings for in-atmosphere extraction:: mimipavilion: ::sighs: a bit: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Pattern buffers were put in place. You will still need to re-enter the upper atmosphere to beam us out. Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Understood. Advise when in position. Jylliene: $ ::takes them up through the atmosphere:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % Perhaps after a bit of processing the computer can make more sense of the sensor data we are gathering. Fletcher Jackson: # ::checking his data one more time::: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> That is my hope. mimipavilion: ::steps back into main medical:: Annisha: :: Leaps into the lift wearing her pajamas :: Lawliet: # ::gets up and walks down to the helm:: Mr. Jackson, make sure to keep an eye on those gravitational readings. I don't want us to get caught on something when we make our move. KelsaViegnor: ::stretches, makes a few notes based on her reading:: Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. Alexis McFarland: You can make it Annisha: :: mouth feels dry :: Ugh... sickbay...and hurry! Fletcher Jackson: # They don't seem to be interfering. Fletcher Jackson: # The gravitational pull, that is. Lawliet: # Better safe than sorry. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::stepping up to the pattern buffers:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Exiting the atmosphere :: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Away team is in position. Fletcher Jackson: # +Stand by for extract+ Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Turns the Nei'rrh back around :: One last look? Lawliet: # ::taps Jackson's shoulder:: Take us in. Fletcher Jackson: # Hang on, Captain. Moving into the atmosphere. Jylliene: $ ::glances and nods:: Lovely place. That was well-worth it. Lawliet: # ::turns around:: Computer, Code Blue Stations. Fletcher Jackson: # ::begins a slow descent that becomes faster as they move in::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: % :: Pattern buffer standing into :: Lawliet: # ::takes a seat in his chair:: Annisha: :: Races to sickbay :: Fletcher Jackson: # +AT+ Ready to exfil in three... two... prepare to beam. Alexis McFarland: ::races to sickbay too:: Fletcher Jackson: # :::beams::: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::shimmers:: Annisha: Doctor, doooctor! mimipavilion: ::turns to Annisha:: What is it? Alexis McFarland: Not feeling good Lawliet: # ::nods:: Vary good Mr. Jackson. Take us up at your discretion. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::reshimmers onboard Adriatic:: Alexis McFarland: Tummy hurts.. Fletcher Jackson: # AT is aboard. Moving out of the atmosphere. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Gravitational pull gives the Adriatic a firm tug. mimipavilion: biobeds now. ::to a passing nurse:: Buckets please Fletcher Jackson: # Uh.... :::increases power to the thrusters::: Lawliet: # ::holds onto his seat:: Mr. Jackson? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::removes his pressure suit helmet:: Fletcher Jackson: # It's ... not working, sir. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::has to steady himself as the ship rocks:: Lawliet: # +Eng+ Bridge to Engineering, transfer all available power to the engines. Fletcher Jackson: # ::works his keyboard, increasing the power as they are pulled::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::quickly removes his EV gear:: Alexis McFarland: ::lays on bio bed:: Fletcher Jackson: # Working... working... it's.. not... working, sir. Lawliet: # Can we go to warp? Fletcher Jackson: # Hang on.... +AT+ Hold on for a big bump!! Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::hands scanner to a yeomen:: Get this data entered into the computers. Fletcher Jackson: # ::sounds collision and goes to warp:::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::heads towards the bridge:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Lawliet: # ::holds on:: mimipavilion: ::to the girls:: So why does your tummy hurts Alexis McFarland: Maybe too much sushi Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Adriatic jumps to warp Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::enters the bridge:: Fletcher Jackson: # :::watches the console for a while, then exhales:: Steady at warp one, Captain. Fletcher Jackson: # ::his hands tremble, but he's in control::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::takes engineering station:: Fletcher Jackson: # Course, Captain? mimipavilion: ::starts scan one by one:: Annisha: :: Leaps on the biobed :: We don't know...thaaat's :: burp :: why we are here. Fletcher Jackson: # ::hopes it's Aegis:: Lawliet: # ::releases his grip:: Take us to one million km and drop out of warp. Alexis McFarland: Maybe too much sushi Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. Approaching one million... Fletcher Jackson: # Dropping from warp. Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Maybe you three ate to much. ::nurse puts a bucket by each biobed:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Let's go... Lawliet: # ::stands up:: Mr. Jackson, get with science and determine what happened. Fletcher Jackson: # ::settles down:: Stationkeeping, Captain? Annisha: Blubby's? mimipavilion: ::Annisha:: What else did you eat? Jylliene: $ ::nods:: Going. Jylliene: $ ::grins:: Lawliet: # ::nods:: Stationkeeping. Jylliene: $ ::engages their course:: Fletcher Jackson: # Going to stationkeeping. Lawliet: # ::turns and walks to Jorahl:: SubCommander, give me a status report. I want to know if the ship was damaged in any way. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Adriatic drops from warp....Scans show..........the ship is completely NOT at the location it should be. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/19/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well played. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Lawliet: ::paused:: Kallah Ramson: We'll pick up from there. Chirakis: No TBS. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: I'm good Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  3. Hello Campu, and welcome to STSF. I just read through your bio, and it's quite complicated. You might want to make it more simple until you get your feet on the ground in this forum. It's only a suggestion, however it might be difficult for the rest of the crew to follow.
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 19 January 2018 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1915 hours (8:15 PM) Aegis local. Adriatic is investigating the satellite they retrieved from the temporal fold and have traced the satellite’s origins to a terrestrial planet similar to Venus that was habitable a thousand years ago. There is evidence of high tectonic activity that could have erased what civilization was there at the time, but they have detected buried remains. An away team is investigating below the surface. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo remain in Aegis orbit, waiting for a decision from the Romulan High Command regarding the crew of Ma’ev. The High Command’s reluctance to reply and several other strange revelations concerning Antius and Chairo have created quite a puzzle. So we wait.
  5. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/12/18 - 10:00 PM=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1800 hours - 6:00 PM Aegis local. Adriatic is investigating the satellite's possible planet of origin. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo vie for Ma'ev's crew. The radiation situation has been resolved, but the puzzle remains. Any questions for Captain Ramson? Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::enters CnC via the lift, after her examination by Dr. Pavilion:: Alexis McFarland: ::laying on Annisha's bed:: Mmm. Lawliet: # ::enters the bridge:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::returning to the Adriatic's bridge:: Dacia Sandero: # ::working in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Lawliet: # Anything new to report SubCommander? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I'm waiting on several scans to complete. Fletcher Jackson: # ::ship at station keeping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: With his e'lev :: mimipavilion: ::does some paperwork:: Jylliene: $ ::relaxing:: Lawliet: # We're currently orbiting a planet that matches the mineral components you found on the satellite. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> So far I believe that many of the finer instruments inside the device were pulled from something else and re-purposed inside a locally built satellite. Annisha: It's time to eat again... I think we eat all of the time. KelsaViegnor: :: eating dinner at one of the cafes:: Lawliet: # So you're telling me nothing was "new" when this satellite was put together? Alexis McFarland: We do. But I'm still full from all that sushi Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: At tactical :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> The housing, power core, and subsystems elemental analysis match those of the planet. Those were probably put together here. mimipavilion: ::updates Chirakis' file:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Other parts I'm still analyzing are of a different level of technology. Lawliet: # ::walks over to Tarisa:: Commander, any progress on the planetary scan? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Is unsure if he should show her... :: Tarisa: # ::Listening in.:: Chirakis: ::she steps to the commander, feigning looking at the tactical console, she speaks quietly:: Antius is not what she looks like. Scott Coleridge: ::notices Chirakis' hand has a bandage:: Anything else I should know about? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Watching sensors for things apart from the planet :: Chirakis: Perhaps. Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Scans are complete. ::Shows Lawliet and Jorahl the data.:: Lawliet: # ::looks at the monitor:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking the scans over:: Alexis McFarland: You hungry Miana? ::Pets Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::having trouble holding position:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> As our original scans showed, the planet was habitable a thousand years ago. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on a red bean paste taiyaki she had saved.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Jylliene: $ ::glances at Nijil curiously:: Alexis McFarland: I guess so ::sips on a can of ginger ale:: Chirakis: ::still staring at the tac screen:: If we could discuss it privately. Lawliet: # Any indication what caused the planet to become uninhabitable? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::glancing towards Tarisa:: Volcanic activity? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Gets his padd out :: Jylliene, I was able to acquire one last gift for us. :: Shows her a picture, a series of blueprints and a rendering :: Scott Coleridge: ::hasn't seen Chirakis like this for a long time, if ever:: Of course. ::gestures to his office:: Jylliene: $ ::looks:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: High tectonic activity. Alexis McFarland: We still have leftover sushi Chirakis: ::nods, pointing to Lackey to take the con:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ It's not on a planet yet. It's in storage. Chirakis: ::enters his office::: Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Hold the fort. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, sir. Holding the fort. Jylliene: $ I don't know what to say.. Gila Orrak: :: Knocks on the door where Annisha is :: Station security Lawliet: # ::nods:: Is there any indication of previous settlement? Buildings? Roads? Scott Coleridge: ::enters his office and sets the "do not disturb":: Alexis McFarland: Ooh Scott Coleridge: So what really went on? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ It can be arranged in different ways, and moved again if we like. Chirakis: Several things, all questionable. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Or a room can be added...if need be. Jylliene: $ ::nods:: Perfect. ::grins:: Chirakis: In change for silence, the captain gave me the radiation device. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> The caustic atmosphere has probably erased more signs of habitation. We would have to scan for anything subterranean. Annisha: What did au do Miana? Chirakis: The cut on my palm is a result of the agreement, in true Rihan fashion. Alexis McFarland: She was being cute Scott Coleridge: Wait, so you're telling me... you can’t tell me. Tarisa: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Gila Orrak: :: chimes :: Open up. Alexis McFarland: Open the door Annisha. Tarisa: # ::Begins the scans.:: Chirakis: Oh, I'm not telling you, Commander. I'm merely... babbling? Because of my injury. ::slight smile:: Annisha: It's because she's felinoid, a cheat. Lawliet: # Perhaps we should focus on artificial compounds. Commander, see if you can find anything not found in nature. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks up, head tilted at Annisha's question. She had bean paste on her cheek.:: huh? Fletcher Jackson: # ::manually adjusting position again::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::steps over towards a free station:: Alexis McFarland: ::sips her drink;; Chirakis: However, Antius is not what she appears to be. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ It's being delivered to the station by our family cargo hauler. Some kind of i'Kea Industries...kit Lawliet: # ::turns around and notices Jackson:: Any trouble Mr. Jackson? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Sending you a list of synthetic materials that should have been common on Vulcan at the time of the separation. Jylliene: :$ ::nods:: ::curious:: It looks intriguing. So we'd need to find a location for it. Chirakis: Dr. Pavilion saw a skeleton crew. I saw a fully armed, well trained full complement. And when I say well trained, I mean training such as the Tal Shiar receive. Chirakis: However, I suspect they are not Tal Shiar. Gila Orrak: :: Overrides the door lock and enters :: There's the gang I've been told to keep my eye on. :: The Cardassian stood in the doorway as the door hissed shut behind her :: Scott Coleridge: Ex-“Tal'Shiar? Worse than Tal'Shiar? Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Hi. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Sure, there is no rush...though I would not suggest ch'Rihan if au like breathing. Annisha: Gang? Who's the leader? Jylliene: $ I am rather fond of maintaining my lungs' natural usefulness, yes. Alexis McFarland: you? Chirakis: Not Ex-Tal Shiar. Worse? I am not sure. They were not as well coordinated and their captain is not the leader I would expect. Tarisa: #::Scan for those materials.:: Gila Orrak: :: Stares and cocks her head :: As if you did no know. Alexis McFarland: I'm more of a behind-the-scenes kind of person. Gila Orrak: Someone skipped a class or two of school and was spotted across the station. Alexis McFarland: Ooh Scott Coleridge: Oh good. I'm only afraid of competent Romulans. Gila Orrak: There have been a rash of break-ins on the commerce level. I have been sent to investigate and take suspects in for questioning. Tarisa: Miana> ::Hides behind Alexis, finishing her taiyaki so it couldn't be taken from her.:: Chirakis: ::eyes him a moment:: At least competent Romulans are semi-predictable. Annisha: Au go nutin' on me Cardy. Chirakis: These, I can guarantee, are not. mimipavilion: ::finishes up the paperwork, exits her office, tells Cthulu that he's in charge and goes the CnC via tl:: Tarisa: # ::Gets a hit as the console pings.:: I have a location... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::leans forwards with interest:: Lawliet: # ::turns to Tarisa:: What do you got? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ My folks said they also got us something to get two and from wherever we place this home. Chirakis: However, while they are here, they will do no damage to the station. They are at least that competent. mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::waits for the location:: Jylliene: $ ::quizzical look:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::Mimi:: Evening, ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Perks up :: mimipavilion: ::Lackey:: Hello. Tarisa: # ::Puts the location on a map.:: Northern hemisphere. There are underground ruins matching the materials the Sub-Commander provided. Chirakis: Lackey> Captain Chirakis and Commander Coleridge are in the office. ::points:: Captain Ramson is in hers. Anything I can do to help, ma'am? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Something small and warp-capable.. and not the property of the station. Scott Coleridge: ::relaxing slightly hearing that:: Anything else? Lawliet: # ::looks at the map:: How far below the surface? Chirakis: Yes, there is. I suspect that the reason we are not receiving a response from the High Command is because there is some turmoil. Perhaps infighting? Power struggle? It is an assumption, but perhaps a valid one. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Worried look :: They said it was not new. mimipavilion: No. Just thought I would come visit Jylliene: $ You can fix it up, I'm sure. Chirakis: Lackey> Yes, ma'am. Gila Orrak: So, are any of you willing to, how do humans express it? ... spill the beans? :: looking at Alexis :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I believe we can transport into that area. Adriatic may have to dip into the upper atmosphere for a moment. Scott Coleridge: Why am I not surprised? Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Relaxing :: What I need, another project. Fletcher Jackson: # ::prepares:: Tarisa: # ::nods.:: Scott Coleridge: Well, the best we can do at this juncture is to avoid stepping in it. Jylliene: $ It might keep Annisha busy before and after class. Chirakis: Indeed. Alexis McFarland: Spill the beans? Yes, that's the right word. but it wasn't me. Alexis McFarland: What was stolen? Jylliene: $ I'm thinking she needs to be away from her friends outside of class time for a bit, until she proves that she can actually attend class. Tarisa: Miana> ::Confused.:: Why would you spill beans? That would be messy. Chirakis: It was bound to happen eventually, and it has been just over a year since the devastation of ch'Rihan. Lawliet: # SubCommander, prepare an away team. ::turns to Cayne:: Commander Cayne, reroute auxiliary power to structural integrity. Scott Coleridge: The last thing we need is to become the flashpoint of some kind of civil war or internal cold war or … whatever. Fletcher Jackson: # ::swivels to Lawliet:: Coordinates, sir? Scott Coleridge: Sometimes it seems like Starfleet Command hates us enough as it is. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::nods:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Lawliet: # Commander Tarisa, relay coordinates to the helm. Tarisa: # ::Sends.:: Fletcher Jackson: # Coordinates received. Plugged in.... what the? Lawliet: # ::looks up:: Mr. Jackson? Fletcher Jackson: # Captain, I've had quite a time with station keeping. These coordinates were pulling me in that direction. There's gotta be something down there, sir. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Messy beans Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Science, tactical... with me. +Sickbay+ Assign one medic for away team duty, report to the transporter room. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::exits bridge and moves towards the TR:: Scott Coleridge: And I hate to say it, but if your … information … is accurate, then we might have bigger worries than whether or not the Ma'ev crew board the "right" ship. Lawliet: # ::gets up and walks down to the helm:: A tractor beam? Tarisa: Miana> ::nods, purring.:: Chirakis: Agreed. Fletcher Jackson: # Ready for atmospheric entry, sir. Tarisa: # ::Gets up and follows Jorahl.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::enters TR and begins gathering gear:: Tarisa: # ::Grabs her equipment as well, along with a lab kit.:: Chirakis: Another consideration would be that if the crew of Ma'ev boards the wrong ship, or is divided, our exploration of the temporal fold area could be compromised and our investigative crew could be in danger. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::disruptor, scanner, transporter beacons:: mimipavilion: ::observes the CnC crew:: Lawliet: # ::to Jackson:: Will there be any issue getting close to the target? Chirakis: All mere supposition at this point, Commander. Fletcher Jackson: # Um.. not that I can see, sir. It seems to want us there. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I'm going to suggest we don environmental gear as well. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::begins suiting up:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: Dinner arrives :: Lawliet: # ::raises an eyebrow:: Understood. Code Blue. Begin atmospheric entry. Jylliene: $ ::is suddenly hungry:: Gila Orrak: I do not know the reasoning behind it... Scott Coleridge: Well then, I guess we wait. Fletcher Jackson: # Captain, if it pulls us in, should I fight it, or let it pull? Chirakis: We wait. Alexis McFarland: hmm. Lawliet: # By default, fight. We'll play it by ear as it happens. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. Ready for entry at your command. Tarisa: # ::Also suits up, though is very uncomfortable.:: Kallah Ramson: (I've got science, I should also have tactical and medical in the TR room ) Lawliet: # Engage. Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: The hovering tabletop glides into the cabin and sits in the dining room :: Dacia Sandero: #::awaiting transport:: Fletcher Jackson: # Engaging for atmospheric entry. ::the ship slides into the upper atmosphere:: Scott Coleridge: If there's nothing else...? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::steps onto the pad:: Chirakis: No, Commander. That is all. ::for now:: Lawliet: # +Jorahl+ SubCommander, we're beginning our approach. Also we're getting strong gravitational readings from the site. Advise caution. Tarisa: # ::Joins the team on the pad.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Enters the transporter room :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl>+Bridge+ Understood. Away team stands ready. Jylliene: $ Do you think we'll be able to get used to being on duty again when we return? Fletcher Jackson: # When should I level off for transport, Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::turns off the "do not disturb":: Then let's get back to... waiting. Fletcher Jackson: # :::moving in at a comfortable angle:: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ We will have great difficulty. Chirakis: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: #::Stepping onto the pad:: Chirakis: ::follows Scott out::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::readies, disruptor in right hand, scanner in left:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters CnC:: Lawliet: # ::to Jackson:: As soon as we are in transporter range. Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Any updates? Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Entering second atmospheric layer. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Checks his sidearm :: Chirakis: Lackey> Dr Pavilion is here. ::nods in her direction:: Lawliet: # ::secures himself in his chair:: Chirakis: Lackey> No word from Adriatic. mimipavilion: ::nods at Scott:: Gila Orrak: Your parents, Annisha, said you needed more supervision. Seems you are a naughty Rihan. Fletcher Jackson: # Coming within transport range. Tarisa: ::Puts the kit strap over her shoulder, and readies her tricorder.:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Mimi:: Any word from Adriatic? ::this last to Lackey:: Lawliet: # +TR+ Bridge to Transporter Room, Energize. Chirakis: ::moves to her console::: Gila Orrak: So I'm here to.. :: scrunches her nose :: Babysit Fletcher Jackson: # Holding steady. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::shimmers:: Tarisa: Miana> You should not sit on babies. Annisha: I've been good :: big ole' eyes :: Alexis McFarland: Do you get babysitting money, or an extra popsicle from the fridge? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::deshimmers:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::begins scanning the cavern:: Lawliet: # Mr. Jackson, how long can we maintain this altitude before corrosion begins to set in? Tarisa: # ::Rematierializes in the cavern.:: Gila Orrak: I beg to differ. Fletcher Jackson: # The atmosphere is pretty friendly, Captain. Dacia Sandero: #::shimmers and reappears in the cavern:: Dacia Sandero: # ::Scans the area:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, decides he's going to lose himself in some status reports until the next inevitable crisis moment arrives:: Fletcher Jackson: # It's like... it wants us to be here. She's easy running. No sign of corrosion so far. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::activates suit lighting:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Looks all around :: Lawliet: # Really? Wouldn't expect that from a planet with these conditions. Dacia Sandero: # ::walks next to Tarisa:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Set up transporter beacons here. Tarisa: # ::Taps her wrist panel, activating her lights.:: Fletcher Jackson: # No, sir. I wouldn't either. Dacia Sandero: #::does the same with hers:: Fletcher Jackson: # It's almost like a corridor. Fletcher Jackson: # ::mutters:: Pretty weird, actually. Fletcher Jackson: # Away team is down, sir. Exit the atmosphere? Chirakis: 10:50 PM Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> Let's move out. Dacia Sandero: % ::follows everyone:: Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::scanning as he goes:: Lawliet: # ::nods:: Begin ascent. Gila Orrak: Guess Starfleet had all kind of security responsibilities... including small ones.. Fletcher Jackson: # Beginning ascent, aye. ::shifts to exit mode::: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ :: eating :: Nijil tr'Korjata: $ Mmm, this is really good. Chirakis: ::working at her console, she flexes her hand to keep the circulation going, as the Dr. directed::: Alexis McFarland: Ah. Are you going to read us a bedtime story and tuck us in at bedtime? Jylliene: $ It is. ::eating:: I've been impressed. Alexis McFarland: And help Annisha with her homework? Gila Orrak: Perhaps the story of how my family died at the hands of the Dominion as the Alpha quadrant powers closed in on Cardassia? Dacia Sandero: % ::Scanning:: Hmm, interesting surroundings. Alexis McFarland: Oooh Tarisa: Miana> Eep. ::Is behind Alexis.:: Fletcher Jackson: # We are at standard orbital position, Captain. Going to station keeping. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> Yes, very. Tarisa: % ::Mapping as they go.:: Lawliet: # ::nods:: Very good Mr. Jackson. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> I'm not sure what the original purpose of this area was for. Alexis McFarland: Do you also know stories about the IKS Rotarran? That was Chancellor Martok's ship. We learnt about it in school. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::entering an area that looks more like corridors than cave, though still signs of rock formations over some surfaces are present.:: Gila Orrak: I have heard of him, but do not know the story. Gila Orrak: :: looks sad :: Lawliet: # +AT+ Adriatic to Away Team. Report. Alexis McFarland: Why sad? Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> +Adriatic+ Seeing signs of habitation. No energy readings. Nothing of note so far. Gila Orrak: Me sad? Chirakis: (two minutes) Alexis McFarland: You look it. Gila Orrak: Yes... it's close to the anniversary of their deaths Alexis McFarland: Mm. Sorry to hear. Fletcher Jackson: # ::blinks at the clear communication between them:: Lawliet: # +AT+ Understood. We'll be on standby in case you need anything. Adriatic out. Lawliet: # ::to Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, relay a subspace message to Aegis and inform them of our progress. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> ::sees what looks to be a portable light source on a tall stand, long since knocked over:: Gila Orrak: And the anniversary I and my squad was saved from it. Dacia Sandero: % ::getting a lay of the land:: Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. ::grabs a report, pieces it together and sends::: Fletcher Jackson: # Report on the way, sir. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> I'm not seeing any built in lighting. This may have been built in a rush. Alexis McFarland: Hmm ::intrigued sound:: Chirakis: Lackey> Report incoming from Adriatic, Commander. Kallah Ramson: % Jorahl> Scan for any large chambers. Chirakis: Lackey> Sending to your console. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/12/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very well done. Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Short. Chirakis: As in...? Kallah Ramson: 10 to 15 minutes perhaps. Chirakis: Sounds good. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything from you? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: None Chirakis: Those of you in the storm, or about to be, be careful. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  6. Situation Resolved Chirakis Kirel ignored the frisking guards and the disruptor focused on her midsection, preferring to scan the stark surroundings of RSE Antius’s transporter room and the guards who seemed to believe she was a threat to the universe. She did not expect a cordial welcome, but why this? Because she found it hard to believe that a Romulan transport would come with the skeleton crew that Dr. Pavilion found, Kirel transported unannounced. There’s nothing like a surprise visit to find out exactly what’s going on. Of course, they could have killed her as an intruder, but that was unlikely because they were in Aegis orbit, and killing a Starfleet captain is frowned upon. So she survived—unfortunately for them. The transporter room itself was no different than most Romulan starships, except that the transporter console was rigged with extraordinary technology that spoke more of warship than transport vessel. The guards were young, fit, and trained beyond the norm, especially for a transport. In fact, she could not imagine this crew manning a transport at all; the very thought was not only laughable, but ludicrous—a waste of training and expertise. They spoke in high Rihannsu, either to impress her or because they assumed she would not understand. As for the lieutenant in charge, a subtle curving line creased his forehead as he spoke. Only once before had she seen such a crease, and that was across the brow of EnRiov Keshir tr’Aldani of the Tal Shiar. Though the young man wore no insignia other than that of Antius, the way he moved, the protocol he followed, and his general demeanor screamed Tal Shiar and raised her suspicions regarding the real purpose of this ship and their demand for the crew of Ma’ev. Eventually they escorted her to their commanding officer as if she were a captive: two on flank, one behind, and the lieutenant in the lead. She forcefully suppressed a smile for the sake of her young escorts who took their duties much too seriously. The only thing missing were the shackles. They marched in step from one corridor to another, to another, to another, until they came face to face with the captain. Suddenly a large piece of the puzzle slipped into place. The crew knew him as Riov n’Ear. Kirel knew him as Arrain Merrok tr’Errhr—skillful, cunning, unpredictable, and known for twisting orders to his liking. In the early days of her SI-5 career, the failed Tal Shiar candidate had fallen into her hands—either by chance or a quirk of fate—when she surprisingly chose to save his life. How he rose to the rank of captain was anyone’s guess, but Kirel chose not to speculate. Several inches taller than she and more fit than she remembered, his stoic expression changed slightly when he saw her. “Leave us,” he said to the guards, without a glance. When they began to object, his expression turned deadly and a sharp, “Leave. Us,” forced their retreat. Merrok turned, entered his office, and immediately approached the bar to grasp a bottle of vintage ale, one of the best available prior to the devastation of ch’Rihan. “Such idiots,” he growled as he poured. “Much too young. Incredibly naive. Hhakhno! So….” “...over enthusiastic?” “Definitely,” he snorted, forcefully sealing the bottle as his lips pursed. He handed her a glass and raised his. “So, you are a captain now.” “As are you.” “We must celebrate! Ei e'hraaintuh na'hwiufvteh, emeihet!” His glass was empty in an instant. She took her time, judging his every move. “And I see that you are still with Starfleet Intelligence.” “I am.” “So what brings you here? Your doctor....” His fingers snapped, trying to recall her name. “Pavilion.” “Yes. Yes, Dr. Pavilion. She was here. She cleared the ship for radiation. What else could you want?” He shrugged with a smug expression. “Other than a glass of your excellent ale?” He chuckled lightly, but his expression remained the same. “I believe you know,” she said, watching for his reaction. “I know?” He poured himself another glass. “What do I know?” “Oh, many things,” she said casually. “Where would you like me to begin?” His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed a bit. His smug expression dissolved while he eyed her through the glass. “Tell me why you are here, Captain,” he said somewhat casually, but directly, “and remember that I am in command. This is no game. Why would the Chief of Security and an SI-5 operative pay me a visit, when there is no need.” “Why would I think this is a game? I am here to find out why you are here, why you insist on taking the crew of Ma’ev, and why you came with a complement that is clearly Tal Shiar.” He sighed into a grunt and gave his glass a bit more consideration. “Ch’Rihan changed many things, Kirel. The Tal Shiar were in need. We were available. And,” a sweep of a hand took in the crew, “we are here, to carry out their orders. If you insist on blocking our ability to function, I could have you executed on the spot for disrupting a mission of the Romulan High Council.” “Oh, I have no doubt that you could.” She shrugged. “But you won’t.” “And why wouldn't I?” “It would not further your goal. You want the crew of Ma’ev. My death would destroy that possibility. You would not have the crew of Ma’ev or any of their reports. You would never leave orbit because our commanding officer would not allow it. And… the High Command would hand you over to the Joint Allied Council on the charge of murder. Should I go on?” Merrok stared. He did not reply. “Alternatively,” Kirel continued as she set her glass on the bar, “I know a great deal about you, your ship, and your crew. I am sure you would prefer to keep that private.” He seemed to soften. “In exchange for..?” “The radiation generator.” “The… what?” Merrok was never very good at evasion, which is why the Tal Shiar rejected him. He had a tendency to speak before thinking, and his eyelid ticked when he lied. It was ticking now, and his face flushed as she continued to back him into the proverbial corner. “The targeting radiation generator you are using to ensure that Chairo does not receive permission to take the crew of Ma’ev.” They locked eyes for a long moment. Without turning, he grabbed a knife from his desktop. It gleamed in the room’s subtle lighting as he turned it over, sending a flash of light across its blade. Kirel assumed a more defensive posture and raised a questioning brow. “Again you bring me to checkmate,” he said, still watching the blade flicker, admiring it as though it were a precious jewel. “It is no wonder that SI-5 still has you in their confidence.” Slowly and methodically he grasped its hilt, turned it and made a clean, even slice across his palm. He handed it to her; she responded in kind, then they clasped hands. As their life blood mingled, Kirel hoped her inoculations were current. She would check with Dr. Pavilion when she returned. Several minutes later she stepped from the CnC transporter and placed a fairly small box next to Commander Coleridge. “Situation resolved, Commander.” “Well done,” he said as he examined it, “but it seems like we’ve run out of time. Unless there has been news.” “They will have to be patient, Commander. And Antius will be very patient.”
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 12 January 2018 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 PM) Aegis local. On Adriatic, Jorahl’s material scan of the satellite device showed its origin is a Venus like planet on the far side of the system. Adriatic is now in orbit, scanning for information. On Aegis, the radiation problem on RSE Chairo came from RSE Antius. The situation has been resolved. We still have several questions to answer. Why did two Romulan ships arrive simultaneously to retrieve the crew of Ma’ev? Why did they vie for dominance? Why does RSE Command not reply to our query regarding the two ships? Is RSE Antius really crewed with Tal Shiar, and if so, why?
  8. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 1/5/18 =/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 No TBS. The time is 1645 hours - 4:45 PM Aegis local. Adriatic has secured the ancient satellite. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo vie for Ma'ev's crew. Dr. Pavilion is checking both ships for radiation levels. Antius has a skeleton crew and Chairo has elevated radiation levels. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: # ::at helm, waiting for the word:: mimipavilion: ::still in Chairo's engineering room getting elevated radiation levels:: Chirakis: :::CnC:::: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, awaiting Mimi's report:: Dacia Sandero: # ::in medical, having some tea to relax herself:: KelsaViegnor: ::preparing to close up shop for the evening:: Alexis McFarland: ::still playing video games with Annisha and Miana:: mimipavilion: ::to tr'Op:: What's going on? Lawliet: # ::on the bridge:: Jylliene: @ ::in the cabin:: Chirakis: ::she checks the tactical overlay frequently, as though she expects to see a battle explode between the two ships::: mimipavilion: ::waiting on a report:: +Aegis+ Pavilion to Aegis Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: You dun good Tarisa: # ::In the mess hall, relaxing as ordered.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs.:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::correction - in the mess hall as well:: Alexis McFarland: What should we play next, or are you hungry yet? Tarisa: Miana> I am fine with doing either. ::Grins.:: Lawliet: # ::receives a message from Jorahl:: Alexis McFarland: Hehehe. We can order in. I feel like lounging in here =. Tarisa: Miana> ::Plops down.:: Yay Chirakis: Lackey> CnC here. You're on, Doctor. mimipavilion: +CnC+ I'm picking up elevated radiation levels, one of the Romulan crew members is trying to figure out why Alexis McFarland: What do you want, Blubby's? Tarisa: # ::Sipping her tea, as she looks out of the window.:: Scott Coleridge: ::exchanges a "look" with Chirakis:: Jylliene: @ ::gets a message from the school at Aegis about Annisha's attendance, or lack thereof:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha: That place again? Jylliene: @ ::reads:: Tarisa: Miana> Um...::Thinks.:: Oh! What about that Japanese place? Alexis McFarland: Ooh yes. I want some sushi! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Cayne remained at his post, though his stomach told him otherwise :: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Alexis McFarland: Sushi and takoyaki balls! Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Yes! Jylliene: @ ::loud unintelligible exclamation in Trill, kinda half words, half grumbling-gah-noises:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: To Jy :: Should get room service later? Perhaps... what do they serve again? Lawliet: # ::walks over to the science station and scans for a planet matching the mineral results:: Alexis McFarland: ::walks over to the replicator and orders some sushi, takoyaki balls and some sashimi for everyone:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha: That has to be Miana's favorite. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Doctor, is there any danger to the station? Jylliene: @ ::looks blankly at Nijil, mind not quite switching gears that quickly:: Alexis McFarland: I like sushi too Lawliet: # ::looks over at Cayne:: Commander, get some food. Also could you tell both Tarisa and Jackson to return at the top of the hour. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Not as far as I can tell, I'm still trying to pinpoint the source. ::scanning:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Relaxing is good too. :: He is reading something from the Engineer Times :: Tarisa: Miana> Oh! Don't forget the pancake fish. Fletcher Jackson: # ::he has actually eaten something besides donuts, since the food is pretty good:: Jylliene: @ Did you see the message from Aegis? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Don't mind if I do. Alexis McFarland: ::orders the fish as well with red bean and chocolate inside as well:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # +Tarisa+Jackson+ At the top of the hour Lawliet requests you both to return to the bridge. Lawliet: # ::notes there's a "Venus" like planet on the far side of the system that matches the satellites composition:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::blink:: Whoa... that's like... two minutes. Alexis McFarland: ::returns to the table with sushi, sashimi, takoyaki balls and takoyaki and some Japanese drinks:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile on the station a Cardassian was quite upset, more sad at herself that she nearly forgot after all of these years :: Tarisa: # ::Ear perks. She then nods.:: So it seems. Alexis McFarland: Yummy 😋 Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Heads to the mess :: Chirakis: ::steps toward Scott:: Commander. ::quietly:: there is a chance that the radiation came from the Antius. Tarisa: Miana> :;Eyes widen at the sight of all the food.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: As some kind of weapon? Chirakis: Not necessarily. I have known the Romulans to pull such tricks as a diversion... Chirakis: ...or to achieve the goal they seek. Alexis McFarland: 🠱🠣🠟 Chirakis: It would help them achieve the goal here - by contaminating the Chairo. Scott Coleridge: ::rubs his forehead:: Well, once we know the source, we can offer to render some aid. Scott Coleridge: That might buy us more time while awaiting more information. Nijil tr'Korjata: @::Nijil studied a diagram out of eyesight or Jylliene. A surprise of this type is not easy to hide:: Chirakis: Agreed. Chirakis: Or... it could begin a conflict among the three of us. Alexis McFarland: ::sits down and opens her chopsticks:: Chirakis: Ship to ship and ship to station. So we must tread lightly. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: Off duty, she manages to make her way down to one of the busy pubs on the station, then decides to sit in the back and watch people :: Jylliene: @ ::nothing no response:: The message. From the school. At Aegis. Annisha's not been in class. Fletcher Jackson: # ::returns to helm::: Alexis McFarland: ::takes a piece of sushi and dips it into some soy sauce and wasabi:: Mmm. Nijil tr'Korjata: (Annisha: Hey, what are you, a teacher?) Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes a bite and then squeals in happiness.:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Jylliene: (( :P )) Alexis McFarland: (lol) Lawliet: # ::looks up at Jackson and Tarisa as they enter:: Sorry to recall you both so soon, but there's been a development. Mr. Jackson, I'm relaying coordinates of a planet on the far side of the system. It appears that's where our satellite came from. Fletcher Jackson: # ::checks the console:: Aye, sir. Coordinates received. Tarisa: # ::Goes back to her console.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Gets some coffee and a sandwich. He let the computer decide, which could be a bad idea :: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> The radiation aboard the Chairo appears to be increasing and decreasing at predictable intervals, as if it is being sustained by some kind of device. Lawliet: # ::heads back to his chair:: Lay in a course. Full impulse. mimipavilion: ::has a rather confused:: Ok that's odd. Fletcher Jackson: # And it looks like we have a fairly straight shot, sir. Course laid in. Going to full impulse. mimipavilion: look* Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha: :: She had been getting her homework done, but she got lost in time spending it with her friends. She never had ones like these back on Ch'Rihan and doubt she would ever again. :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I have ordered both of us another round of massages, they will be here in the morning. Fletcher Jackson: # ETA is ten minutes, Captain. Unless you'd like a little more speed? Chirakis: 10:30 PM Lawliet: # ::looks back at Tarisa:: Once we achieve orbit, begin conducting surface scans. I want any information on any previous civilization. Jylliene: @ ::wondered how she might be able to personally escort Annisha to class at the beginning of the day... but her own duty shift began before their school did.:: Hm.. hm? Ah. Good. That'll be good. mimipavilion: +CnC+ I'm getting some rather odd readings, the radiation levels are increasing and decreasing at predictable intervals. It looks like some kind of devices is sustaining it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: She ordered a drink, something somber and sad looking. :: Tarisa: # :;Nods.:: Lawliet: # ::looks back to Jackson:: 10 Minutes is fine. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Alexis McFarland: ::leans next to Annisha, eating a piece of salmon sashimi:: Yummy Chirakis: ::looks to Scott and nods:: Chirakis: I have a plan, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I was thinking of that attractive one. :: he grinned :: She was rough though. Jylliene: @ Mm. As long as she did her job well. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: She drank and ate from the bowl of salted snacks placed in front of her. Jylliene: @ ::still half-distracted:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Oh yes,, can't understand a word she says. Jylliene: @ ::gets another dinging message, reads:: ...she's spending how much??? Scott Coleridge: Oh goodie. Scott Coleridge: I'm glad one of us has a plan. Chirakis: To mitigate the possibility of an undesirable encounter, allow me to approach the captain of Antius and let him know that something is interfering with our communications on the station. I am fairly good at diplomacy with Romulans. Chirakis: ::Noting Scott's exuberance as the commanding officer::: Scott Coleridge: Go on. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Another message to Jylliene :: Welcome to the Blubby's Gold card. Tired of carrying latinum to Blubby's? Put it on credit....Federation Credit. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail dances back and forth as she happily eats her sushi.:: Jylliene: @ ELEMENTS. Do NOT tell me she's applied for a Blubby's card! Chirakis: I will give several ideas as to what might be causing the problem, and possibly convince them that they should turn off the radiation. Chirakis: I should have it secured within the hour. Scott Coleridge: Very well. But what if you're wrong, and Antius isn't responsible for the radiation? Alexis McFarland: (lol) Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Chirakis: I happen to have had... encounters with Captain n'Ear. I would not be surprised if he is the instigator. Fletcher Jackson: # Coming up on the planet, Captain. Fletcher Jackson: # Should I take orbit? Lawliet: # Very good. Establish orbit. Scott Coleridge: If you're willing to take that risk, then we'll do it. I'll have Dr. Pavilion withdraw for now. Lawliet: # Commander Tarisa, begin scans. Fletcher Jackson: # Moving into orbit. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Another message to Jylliene :: Tired of burgers that are too tall? Try the Blubby's Extra Wide burger platter. One flat burger a mere 12 centimeters in diameter filled with 2 non-replicated imitation meat patties, special space sauce, Rigelian lettuce, Vulcan cheese, pickled cucumbers, onions on a space seed bun. Jylliene: @ ::unsubscribes from the Blubby's advertisements:: Chirakis: ::she gives a polite nod:: I should return soon. If not, you know my emergency signal. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Drinks his coffee :: Chirakis: ::enters the CnC transporter room and transports to the Antius::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: She has another drink, but detests drinking alone :: Chirakis: ::she materializes and is met with an armed guard:: Jolan tru. ::in Romulan:: I am Captain Chirakis, here to see an old friend, Captain... n'Ear. Tarisa: # ::Starts the planetary survey.:: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Coleridge to Doctor Pavilion. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Go ahead Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nijil notices something on his PADD, a rather large file he does not remember placing on it. :: How strange. Chirakis: :;she is escorted to the captain, and he is not happy to see her, but she brushes it off and remains polite::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a taoyaki:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Some programs starts to run on it, a hologram of sorts projects from the padd to the middle of the floor :: Lawliet: # ::turns to Tarisa:: Anything Commander? Chirakis: ::they meet privately. She reminds him that their last encounter was not pleasant, but that she did save his life, and if he could return the favor, they will be even::: Jylliene: @ ::watches quizzically:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: A hologram of a young girl appears, She's holding a small instrument and is sitting on a chair :: mimipavilion: +Scott+ Commander, go ahead Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: the holochild speaks to someone off image :: "Au sure this is recording?" Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ We're pursuing a different approach to try to resolve this situation. Report back to sickbay for the time being. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: She brushes back her hair revealing her pointed ears :: Chirakis: ::negotiations go on for a while, but they reach an agreement:: Tarisa: # No results yet. The scans have only just begun. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood. mimipavilion: ::Garand:: We've been recalled to Aegis for the time being. Lawliet: # ::nods:: Let me know the moment if you find something. I'll be in the ready room. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Of course, Doctor. ::motions for the detail to follow::: mimipavilion: ::heads back to the Romulan Transporter Room:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::Lawliet:: Sir, I can vary the orbit to allow a wider scan angle. Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Any updates from Adriatic? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ "Hi mother and father.. JyJy and clumsy man. I could not think of anything to get au for the bonding that was not some cheap Ferengi knockoff, so I thought perhaps you'd like my playing. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Lawliet: # ::gets up:: At your discretion Mr. Jackson. ::walks out:: mimipavilion: ::on the dias and transports back to Aegis:: Fletcher Jackson: # :::looks to Tarisa::: Chirakis: Lackey> Checking now, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: she pointed to something behind her :: The wedding band is helping me out... so here goes...Oh, this is called "Crazy Little Thing Called Love"... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: She begins to strum and sing :: Chirakis: Lackey> They have moved to investigate another planet in the system, sir. Nothing else. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: She listens to the music playing and watches the people, especially the couples. :: Jylliene: @ This is not getting her out of trouble... but it is sweet. Lawliet: # ::walks into the ready room and approaches the replicator:: Roast Beef Sandwich with side Pickle and a glass of Lemon Ice Tea. mimipavilion: ::goes back to medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ She could not sing that well before... Alexis McFarland: ::nom nom nom:: Tarisa: #::Gives Fletcher the go ahead.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Well, at least some people are making progress. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: She stops. That was by some ancient group called Queen, but the were all boys. ::shrugs:: Fletcher Jackson: # Moving orbit, ma'am. Let me know if I need to stop. Chirakis: ::after some time, she materializes in the CnC TR, holding a small deactivated device:: Situation resolved, Commander. ::places the small device on his console:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks at the device:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ "This one is Brown Eyed Girl..: :: Begins to play :: Fletcher Jackson: # Taking a longitudinal sweep. Lawliet: # ::takes a seat and takes a big bite:: Chirakis: Action> The children have eaten so much that they begin to feel very, very bad. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Alexis McFarland: ::lies on the floor:: So full Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well done. But it seems like we've run out of time. mimipavilion: +Scott+ We're back and I'm in... ::tempted to say 'room':: medical Scott Coleridge: ::looks to the captain's office:: Unless there has been news. Chirakis: ::she nods:: They will have to be patient. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ We have resolved the radiation situation, doctor. It was... artificially induced. We’ll give you more details later. Lawliet: # ::looks through a few reports as he continues with his launch:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood Tarisa: Miana> ::Plops down.:: Whew... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/5/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Interesting, as always. Chirakis: Should we pick up from there, Commander? Scott Coleridge: I think we should let a little time pass Chirakis: How much? Scott Coleridge: Maybe an hour? Let Adriatic gather some data. Chirakis: That works. Chirakis: Before we depart tonight, I have a few announcements. Chirakis: Every year I compile a list of frequent fliers. Chirakis: This year... Chirakis: First Place goes to Mimi, our most frequent flyer. Chirakis: Second Place is a tie between Dacia and Nijil. Dacia Sandero: yyayy! Chirakis: Third Place goes to our esteemed Captain Ramson. Chirakis: Fourth Place goes to Tarisa. Chirakis: And Fifth Place goes to everyone else: those who brave the elements to participate in this sim on Friday nights. Thank you all. Chirakis: If you are confused, that is attendance. Chirakis: Anything more for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: No, I'm good. Happy new year! Tarisa: lol I was thinking number of away missions or something. Chirakis: Happy New Year, yes. Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Happy New Year as well! Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: At that... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 5 January 2018 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is zero. The time is 1645 hours (4:45 PM) Aegis local. At the dawn of another year, the beginning of another trip around Sol, we find ourselves dealing with a dynamic duo. Adriatic is holding position outside the time fold and has secured a device that resembles an ancient satellite and stabilized a dampening field. On Aegis, we are monitoring RSE Antius and RSE Chairo as they scan the station looking for the crew of Ma’ev, most of whom are in the medical complex. The crew has been placed in a containment field for their protection. Also for their protection, Dr. Pavillion is scanning the two Romulan ships for radiation contamination. She has found elevated levels on RSE Chairo and is attempting to pinpoint their location. During her investigation of RSE Antius, she found only a skeleton crew, which seemed somewhat, but not entirely strange. Though they said so at the beginning, command has not confirmed that Chairo is the ship they sent to retrieve the crew. Considering that with the uncharacteristic X-rated language we monitored between the two ships, we are concerned that there might be something even more troubling going on within the Empire. However, if we find the two ships safe, we have no choice but to allow the healthy members of Ma’ev’s crew to leave on whichever ship they choose.
  10. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/29/17 =/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1545 hours - 3:45 PM Aegis local. Adriatic has the ancient satellite in tow. RSE Antius and RSE Chiro have arrived to retrieve the crew of Ma'ev. Dr. Pavilion is aboard Antius for a radiation review, and has found only a skeleton crew. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::in Adriatic cargo bay:: Chirakis: ::CnC, trying not to think:: Gila Orrak: :: Patrolling :: mimipavilion: ::on the Antius, still scanning for radiation:: Dacia Sandero: # ::doing random tasks:: Lawliet: # ::on the Adriatic bridge, monitoring the situation in the cargo bay:: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, maybe thinking, maybe not—how can you really tell? What are thoughts?:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::holding steady:: Tarisa: # ::At the SCI console.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing games with Alexis and Annisha.:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing video games with Miana and Annisha:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> +Bridge+ We have the device secure and the damping field is stable. Alexis McFarland: Miana* Chirakis: ::judging by Commander Coleridge's blank expression, she believes he is in the same frame of mind as she:: Fletcher Jackson: # +Jorahl+ Understood. ::defers to the captain:: Lawliet: # +Jorahl+ SubCommander, you may proceed at your discretion. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::steps towards the device, scanner and spanner in hand:: Chirakis: ::perhaps this is what translates to "twiddling your thumbs" in Terran terms::: Alexis McFarland: ::playing the pink princess in the game:: Kallah Ramson: ::pacing the CnC:: mimipavilion: ::concerned, but doesn't show it:: Chirakis: ::watching her console for any sign of... anything::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing the star princess.:: This is fun! ::Tail waving as they play.:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yes. It is. Kallah Ramson: Should we be more concerned that two ships have arrived claiming the same mission, or that neither Starfleet or Romulan command has verified which is the correct vessel? Chirakis: ::she is used to waiting, but for some reason this time she would like to crack two RSE heads together:: Lawliet: # ::turns to Tarisa:: Commander, any changes to our "reflection"? Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: The first one. The second one could be chalked up to bureaucracy. Chirakis: ::reserves comment:: Chirakis: At least they have not powered up their weapons. ::as she watches the tactical console:: mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan and closes her tricorder::to the nearest Romulan:: Alright there doesn't seem to be an radiation. Chirakis: Although... the language they have been using could easily be a weapon. Tarisa: # None at the moment. Kallah Ramson: n'Ear> ::Mimi:: Well isn't that nice of you to tell us. ::obviously, not in a good mood.:: Alexis McFarland: Don't smash me. Tarisa: Miana> Oh no! Lawliet: # ::nods:: Keep any eye on it. If there are any changes, notify me immediately. No matter how insignificant. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::close enough to Mimi for protection, far enough away to present a non-confrontational presence:: Alexis McFarland: You lost? Tarisa: Miana> Almost. Alexis McFarland: Hm, nice recovery mimipavilion: ::n'Ear:: Well given what has happened to Ma'ev, I think it would be best we scan the ship for any irregularities no matter how small. mimipavilion: especially with radiation Kallah Ramson: n'Ear> Of which, will you please return our comrades now. Chirakis: ::monitoring the conversation with n'Ear and the good doctors::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::finishes as in depth of a scan as he can, given the damping field. :: mimipavilion: ::n'Ear:: Decision is still out on that. Now if you'll excuse me. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::located the weak spot to start cracking this nut.:: Kallah Ramson: n'Ear> humph. Lawliet: # ::spins his chair toward Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, is our communication relay with Aegis still stable? Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. Alexis McFarland: ::leans on Annisha:: Almost at the stahh mimipavilion: ::starts walking towards where the docking port is from her location:: Lawliet: # Notify them of our current status and progress. Tarisa: Miana> Oh, watch out for the mean plant. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Antius and Chiro begin scanning Aegis. Alexis McFarland: hm Scott Coleridge: Captain, I know you said that you would let the Ma'ev crew choose which ship to board, if it came down to it. But what if one or both of the ships... object? Gila Orrak: :: Not feeling herself :: Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, Captain. ::engages the comm:: +Aegis+ SITREP from Adriatic incoming. Kallah Ramson: That we have to leave to them to settle. Chirakis: Captain, we are being scanned. Suggest a containment field for the Ma'ev crew. mimipavilion: ::manages to find her way to the docking port and exits the ship and reenters the station:: Gila Orrak: :: Thinks perhaps something to eat would make her feel better :: Fletcher Jackson: # +Aegis+ :::report lands on Lackey's console:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Do it. Don't block their scans but make sure they can't just beam out anyone at will. Chirakis: Lackey> SITREP from Adriatic, Captain. Forward to your console? Kallah Ramson: Yes please. Chirakis: Lackey> Forwarding. mimipavilion: ::gets a few feet away from the docking port and finds a somewhat quiet spot:: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC Chirakis: ::slips up a containment field around Ma'ev's crew and informs medical of the situation::: Chirakis: Lackey> You're on, Doctor. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::removes the cover plate:: Kallah Ramson: ::looking over the report:: ::motions for Scott to take the Doctors call:: mimipavilion: +CnC+ I'm back on Aegis, didn't find any radiation, but the crew amount aboard the Antius has me concerned. Scott Coleridge: ::listens:: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ What do you mean by the "crew amount"? Gila Orrak: :: Sits in the commerce section at a restaurant and orders soup :: mimipavilion: +Scott+ Meaning that they have skeletal amount like they're ready for the Ma'ev to join them. Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: Lawliet: # ::stands up:: Commander Cayne, you have the bridge. I'll be in Sickbay. Fletcher Jackson: # :::blinkblink... sick bay?::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: nods :: Lawliet: # ::steps into the turbolift:: Sickbay. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking over the components inside:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::wondering if he should be alarmed, like we're going to get sick from this::: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ Hmm... proceed to the Chairo, then. See if they’re similar. We've isolated the Ma'ev crew in a containment field to prevent either ship from... prematurely claiming them. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood. We're heading to the transporter room now. That sounds like a good idea. Lawliet: # ::steps off the turbolift and walks down the corridor:: Tarisa: # ::Ears rotate to the sounds of the bridge.:: Lawliet: # ::walks into Sickbay:: Doctor. Dacia Sandero: # :yes? Can I help you? mimipavilion: ::signals Garand and the team to follow her to the transporter room:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Pauses a moment to sip her blue juice.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::backtracking some obvious control circuits:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::motions for the security detail to take escort positions::: Lawliet: # ::walks up to Sandero:: Anything to report concerning the crews health in relation to the temporal anomaly? Gila Orrak: :: Soups is hot and rather good :: Fletcher Jackson: # ::beginning a nervous drum on the console:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Resumes when she is ready.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Dr. Pavilion is moving on to Chairo. Antius had only a skeleton crew, as far as she could tell. Tarisa: # ::Ear flicks at the sound of the drumming. She tilts her heads slightly in the direction.:: Dacia Sandero: # ::nods:: Other than mental anxiety of being trapped in the anomaly, crew seems to be in good mental health. mimipavilion: ::arrives at the tr and steps onto the dais:: Notify the Chairo we're ready to beam over. Alexis McFarland: ::buys some candy at the store:: Chirakis: TR Chief> Yes, ma'am. ::sends notification:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Chairo signals ready Chirakis: TR Chief> Chairo is ready, ma'am. Chirakis: TR Chief> Stand by to beam. mimipavilion: Energize when ready chief. Chirakis: TR Chief> ::does the shimmery thing::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Plops her head down by Annisha as she looks up at her game screen.:: Lawliet: # ::nods:: That's to be expected. Anything you recommend to lower the crew's anxiety. Alexis McFarland: Hmm? ::Looks as well:: mimipavilion: ::beams and reappears on the dais of the Romulan transporter pad:: Permission to come aboard. Tarisa: Miana> Oooo...Look at her score. Gila Orrak: :: Still feels odd, but at least warm :: Chirakis: Garand> ::checks the area, then steps aside for Mimi:: Alexis McFarland: Wow! Kallah Ramson: Romulan TR Operator> Permission granted. mimipavilion: ::nods and steps down off the dias:: Dacia Sandero: I'd recommend a lot of downtime, so people have time to relax, anything they can do to take their mind off it, except alcohol of course. Fletcher Jackson: # ::drum..drum...drum::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Watching the bridge from his station :: Tarisa: # ::flick...flick...flick...:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::drum...drum...drum::: Tarisa: # Mr. Jackson... Lawliet: # ::smiles:: Maybe after when we get back to Aegis. Thank you Doctor. Fletcher Jackson: # ::turns:: Ma'am? Tarisa: # ::Looks at him.:: Is that necessary? ::Points to his hand on the console.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::works his way around to a communications module:: mimipavilion: ::Romulan TR Operator:: I assume a security escort is coming? Lawliet: # ::leaves Sickbay and back to the turbolift:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::he drops his hands from the console:: Uh... no, ma'am. Sorry. It's a... nervous twitch? Dacia Sandero: #:::nods:: Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> I can show you around if you are not familiar with our ship layout. Fletcher Jackson: # :::one leg begins to bounce but makes no noise::: Lawliet: # ::steps off onto the bridge:: Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: I understand. Do try to relax, or you will make others nervous. Fletcher Jackson: # ::nodnodnod:: Yes, ma'am. Lawliet: # ::stops and looks at Tarisa:: Problem Commander? Fletcher Jackson: # :::deep breath while focusing on the console::: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! I beat the green guy. Tarisa: # ::Shakes head.:: No sir. Alexis McFarland: Yay! ::hugs:: Fletcher Jackson: # :::slooooow exhale::: Dacia Sandero: # ::sighs:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Please, I do not want enter areas that may be restricted. With the exception of engineering of course, where most of the radiation may and will occur. Lawliet: # ::looks at Jackson and back at Tarisa:: When's the last time either of you had a break? Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> This way then. ::leads towards engineering:: Tarisa: Miana> Uh oh... The mushroom guy is getting close. mimipavilion: ::Follows tr'Op:: Tarisa: # Not since I began my ship. Chirakis: Garand> ::moves with her::: Fletcher Jackson: # Haven't had one, sir. Lawliet: # Okay, both of you: two hours. Get some food, relax, and report back. Gila Orrak: :: Feels rather solemn at the moment, wondering what day it was on the Cardassian calendar :: Fletcher Jackson: # ::nods, stands and hands the console to #2 - whoever that is:: Thank you, sir. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Looking around :: Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> This is our main engineering. mimipavilion: ::tr'Op:: Thank you. ::begins scans:: Tarisa: # ::Nods, getting up and following after Fletcher.:: Lawliet: # Don't mention it. Both of you have done excellent work. Chirakis: :::Scott:: The ships are prodding the containment field, Commander. Unsuccessfully, of course. Dacia Sandero: # ::taking some time off herself, since she was also feeling antsy and stuff:: Hope we can leave soon. Fletcher Jackson: # ::hard swallow:: Thank you, sir. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> scans of Chiro engineering picking up elevated radiation levels. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: He slipped on a banana. Lawliet: # ::walks over to Cayne and speaks in a whisper:: Don't worry Commander. I'll see it you get some time off in a bit. I can't dismiss all bridge personal at once. mimipavilion: ::stops where she's at and sees elevated radiation levels on her scans and backs up towards the door and tries to pinpoint the location:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::down one level to the lounge area, then stops::: Whoa. Commander. Someone gave us donuts. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::mapping out the system lay out, before attempting to dislodge anything, moving on towards the main power plant:: Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> Something wrong? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # It's fine. Try days on duty on an icy moon. mimipavilion: Possibly. Tarisa: # :;Sniffs.:: They smell yummy. mimipavilion: ::still trying to pinpoint the location:: Alexis McFarland: Ohh ::uses her triple dice:: Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> ::puzzled look:: Lawliet: # ::takes a step back:: I don't follow. Fletcher Jackson: # ::opens a box, offering it to her first::: Tarisa: # Thanks you. ::Takes one.:: mimipavilion: ::side glances:: I'm picking up elevated levels of radiation. Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> Impossible! Fletcher Jackson: # Ohhh.... jelly with sprinkles. Kallah Ramson: tr'Op> ::moves over to a control panel:: mimipavilion: ::looks at her:: You sure? Gila Orrak: :: Now she knew what day it was! :: Fletcher Jackson: # ::bites in and the jelly squirts into his other hand:: Alexis McFarland: Yay, got another star. Tarisa: Miana> Woo! Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/29/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Well played. Chirakis: First, a very Happy New Year to you all. Chirakis: TBS, Captain? Kallah Ramson: Let's pick up from here. Chirakis: Very well. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: Have a safe and good new years. Chirakis: Indeed. Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Lawliet: Night Everyone. Happy New Year.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 29 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 1 hour. The time is 1545 hours (3:45 PM) Aegis local. The Adriatic has retrieved what appears to be an ancient satellite from the temporal fold that held the RSE Ma’ev in a loop. The crew was saved and is aboard Aegis. The ship was destroyed. The RSE Antius and RSE Chairo are docked at Aegis, demanding the crew of Ma’ev. They are engaged in a heated exchange regarding the crew, and neither has responded to our request for confirmation of their orders. RSE command has not responded to our query as to which ship should take the crew. Since we are not sure which ship should receive them, Dr. Pavilion has been tasked with delaying our response and is scanning both ships for radiation problems. She, Dr. Mallard, and Dr. Palmer are presently aboard Antius, which appears to have only a skeleton crew.
  12. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/22/17=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1345 hours - 1:45 PM Aegis local. Adriatic has the ancient satellite in tow. RSE Antius and RSE Chiro have arrived to retrieve the crew of Ma'ev. Dr. Pavilion is looking for medical reasons to keep the crew on Aegis. Commander Coleridge is wondering why he agreed to command. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: # ::Adriatic, dragging something out of a something::: mimipavilion: ::on the cnc:: Chirakis: ::CnC:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::medical complex, treating one of the Ma'ev patients:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl>::in the cargo bay:: +Bridge+ Securing the device. I'll want to stabilize the damping field before proceeding. Kallah Ramson: ::on CnC:: Dacia Sandero: # ::manning Sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: # +Jorahl+ Understood, sir. Holding steady. Alexis McFarland: ::in Annisha's room, lying on Annisha's bed:: Annisha: :: Lying there :: Do au ever feel like time is running slowly? A week can be an hour, that kind of thing? Kallah Ramson: Please have both Romulan ships send confirmation of their orders to us. mimipavilion: ::still thinking:: Alexis McFarland: Yes. life on the station is weird like that. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, Captain. Requesting now. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Meanwhile on that planet whose name Nijil can't remember, it is getting dark outside again, the two suns setting in the distance :: Chirakis: Lackey> They're not very responsive, Captain. And they're still stretching the bandwidth between the two of them. I don't know much Romulan, but it doesn't sound good. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # ::Sitting :: KelsaViegnor: ::at the shop, preparing a special order for a client:: Dacia Sandero: (better get some shelter before it gets dark... that never ends well!)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Having been on his feet all day was taking his toll :: mimipavilion: ::NIP:: Could have our counselors take their time to make sure that the Ma'ev crew is in 'mental order' Jylliene: @ ::enjoying the scenic sunset:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods to Mimi:: Jylliene: @ ::from the front of the cabin:: Kallah Ramson: ::Mimi:: And if you can think of any regulations that would let us look their ships over first, that could be helpful. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Au know, I've not understood a single person on this planet. Alexis McFarland: ::in between Annisha and Miana, playing with her iPADD:: Chirakis: Mr. Lackey, run audio from the discussion. Keep it at a reasonable volume Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, ma'am. ::tones it down and puts it on audio:: Tarisa: # ::At SCI trying to piece together what she was looking at.:: mimipavilion: I believe we could check for radiation levels. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting at the foot of Annisha's bed.:: Jylliene: @ Nor I, but they've managed to make themselves understood well enough with gestures. It's not like we're trying to carry out anything complex. Chirakis: Lackey> They're blocking us, ma'am. Chirakis: Um... well, I've heard enough. Annisha: We should get some kind of PADD game going... let me look at the games on here....oh my... Alexis McFarland: What is it? Amanda Davis PhD: ::returns to her office to file a report:: Annisha: Let's see: "Can you hear what Ferengi here?" Kallah Ramson: ::Mimi:: Have at it. mimipavilion: ::Kallah:: Yes ma'am Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Gets to tactical again :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::checking power levels and monitoring effect of hand held equipment in the area on the field strength:: Chirakis: ::Ramson:: It's fairly obvious that they are arguing over the crew, Captain. Chirakis: And... in no uncertain terms. Kallah Ramson: I noticed. Chirakis: I have heard many "discussions" similar to this, but never have I heard such... shall we say "raw" language. Annisha: "1001 Vulcan Logic Puzzles." Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Annisha's game selection:: Hmm Amanda Davis PhD: ::she leans back in her deck chair and sighs::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gives kind of a "meh" face.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I wonder what is going on back at the station... I know I shouldn't, but when au live where au work it's hard not to. :: smells something sweet and misty in the air :: Kallah Ramson: ::looking at her console:: At least they're arguing with each other and not at us... yet. Alexis McFarland: 'Teenage Mutant Ninja Chelons?' Jylliene: @ ::nods:: Nothing wrong with that. Jylliene: @ It will be nice to get back home. Eventually. Kallah Ramson: Though, for the Romulans to show such internal conflict openly is nearly unheard of. Tarisa: Miana> ::Curious.:: What are Chelons? Alexis McFarland: They look like big turtles Chirakis: ::bland:: Probably why they blocked out access to their communication. Tarisa: Miana> Oooh mimipavilion: Mr. Lackey, can you try to hail the two Romulan vessels for me please? Chirakis: Lackey> Hailing now. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: At his post :: Chirakis: Lackey> It's taking a while... Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Getting used to the station air again will be tough.. and this planet is 1.1 G. Chirakis: Lackey> You're on, ma'am. Kallah Ramson: ::pacing:: If this continues we will release any of the Ma'ev crew who are cleared by medical to board whichever vessel they choose. Those not cleared we will hold... and hope that does not provoke a response. ::ponders:: Gila Orrak: :: Patrolling :: mimipavilion: +Antius and Chiro+ This is Daise Maenek Mimi Pavilion aboard Sky Harbor Aegis. I would like to bring a team aboard your vessels to do a radiation level inspection. Jylliene: @ Well, we'll feel at least a little energized from the change back to Aegis gravity. It'll make up for the air. Alexis McFarland: ::Stretches out in the bed:: mimipavilion: ::waits to see who answers first:: Kallah Ramson: ::steps over towards Ops:: <w> Make sure to relay to both ships the good doctors credentials. It might help they know she is bonded to a Romulan citizen. Amanda Davis PhD: ::files her report:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::nods affirm::: Chirakis: Lackey> Sending credentials. Kallah Ramson: ::mentally counting down:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::files her report, forwarding a copy to Mimi::: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> After a lengthy pause, both ships signal compliance. Chirakis: Lackey> They comply. mimipavilion: ::nods::softly:: thank goodness Kallah Ramson: Proceed with caution Doctor. Annisha: There are sooo many games Chirakis: With or without a security detail, Captain? mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Yes ma'am. ::pauses a bit:: Any other orders ma'am? Kallah Ramson: With please. Chirakis: ::nods, then steps to her console::: Alexis McFarland: Pick one. ::smiles and stretches her legs towards Miana: Kallah Ramson: No, just keep open the idea that both or neither of these ships should get your patients. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Chirakis: ::lines up a security detail, condition 1, to rendezvous with Mimi before boarding::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ When are we going to open the gifts? They are in the cargo hold of the Nei'rrh. mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: Where will the security detail be meeting me? Chirakis: Wherever you wish, Doctor. Jylliene: @ Hm. Maybe on the way back? Chirakis: At their docking slips, I imagine. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We still have a game of Galactic Risk to finish... or continue to stalemate. Jylliene: @ True. If I can even remember what I was doing when we pick it back up. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Trying to bring Qo'nos into your precious Federation. Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC, having been coordinating something important:: Chirakis: ::recognizes Coleridge with a polite nod::: mimipavilion: Have the security team meet me at the docking ring to go on Anticus in roughly 5 minutes Chirakis: Yes, Doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods and exits via tl, ordering it to medical:: Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Commander, medical has just been cleared to do a safety inspection of the two Romulan vessels. Alexis McFarland: ::sits up and snuggles Miana:: That one looks fun. ::points to a game:: Chirakis: ::sends the orders, specifying non-confrontational attitude:: Chirakis: :::and preferably someone who speaks/understands Romulan:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Yawns :: It must be late on the station. Kallah Ramson: Hopefully we can see if either posses a threat to the Ma'ev crew in any way. Scott Coleridge: Do we think this is a legitimate oversight on the part of the Romulans? Or is something up? Scott Coleridge: ::fears he already knows the answer:: Kallah Ramson: As usual, there's more going on than we know. Chirakis: ::reviews, then approves the team, led by Lt Garand::: Jylliene: ((ALWAYS suspect that something's up where the Romulans are concerned)) Nijil tr'Korjata: (Hey) mimipavilion: ::exits the tl and enters medical going straight for a tricorder and grabs it telling Lt. Mallard and Ens. Palmer to grab tricorders and join her, then exits with them in tow:: Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Oh. How about this one? Plumbers Party XXVX? It looks like a bunch of mini games put together. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she looks up from her coffee, somewhat alarmed that Mimi is in such a rush and must be accompanied by the other two:: Alexis McFarland: I like Plumbers Party Annisha: Might as well be Nijil's Run. Tarisa: Miana> ::Looking at the characters.:: This one princess looks cute. mimipavilion: ::the tl stops near the docking ring where the Anticus is docked and heads that way:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sighs and goes back to work::: Alexis McFarland: I like the starry princess mimipavilion: ::arrives at the docking ring, sees the security detail::to everyone:: Are you guys ready? ::all nod:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Looking over his display :: Chirakis: Garand> ::Mimi & company:: Yes, ma'am. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: She has a star following her. Kallah Ramson: One thing that worries me, command has not responded in confirming Chairo as the ship sent by the Romulans. Either their getting the run around too or something even more troubling is going on. Alexis McFarland: Mmm. mimipavilion: ::nods:: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC. We're ready to board. Chirakis: ::reserves comment::: Kallah Ramson: ::hears comm, nods to Ops:: Chirakis: Lackey> Understood. Proceed. Tarisa: ((It's funny cause I was actually thinking of Rosalina, and not peach before you said something.)) Alexis McFarland: (lol, funny how that works) mimipavilion: ::proceeds with security, Mallard and Palmer behind her and Garand beside her:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Really needs to get some rest when he can :: Chirakis: Garand> ::Mimi:: It's customary to ask for permission to board, ma'am. Chirakis: Garand> ::his expression is unreadable but not confrontational:: Alexis McFarland: I usually use her on Plumber Cart LXXXVIII mimipavilion: thanks for the reminder. :: to the Romulan in front of her:: Permission to come aboard. Chirakis: ::pulls up the security camera in that area:: Tarisa: Miana> Ooooh ::Sees that game next on the list.:: Racing sounds fun. Annisha: What kind of racing? Chirakis: 10:50 PM Alexis McFarland: I'm pretty good at that game. You try to blow up other players and be in 1st. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Romulans guards allow access, but are watching like hawks. Chirakis: Garand> ::half a pace behind Mimi:: mimipavilion: ::sees them allow access and cautiously proceeds, not intimidated by their stares:: mimipavilion: ::asks for one of their Romulan escorts to take them to engineering:: Chirakis: ::following their progress through Garand's body cam::: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Onboard Anticus, there seems to be little to no crew moving about. The few seen are manning primary stations. Chirakis: ::stroking her chin:: Interesting. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Kallah Ramson: Guard> This way. ::moves down the corridor:: mimipavilion: ::finds it unusual that there is a skeletal crew on the ship:: mimipavilion: ::follows:: Chirakis: ::wishing now that she had Cayne for backup:: Scott Coleridge: ::watching with interest:: What if we don't find anything on either ship? mimipavilion: ::wishes she had grabbed her romulan phaser, but a good thing she didn't:: Chirakis: We will find something, Commander. If only it is minuscule. Kallah Ramson: Then any of Ma'ev crew who can move on their own is free to board the ship they want to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Feels a disturbance :: Chirakis: (last words) mimipavilion: ::wonders how much longer to engineering:: Chirakis: ::steps to Ramson::(w) Is that wise, Captain, knowing what the crew has experienced? Kallah Ramson: We have little choice. Chirakis: ::sighs:: Indeed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/22/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: First, we will have the same protocol for next week. Depending on who shows up to play, we will have a regular or unofficial sim. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Let's give the doctor an hour to look the ship over. Chirakis: Very well. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Merry Christmas to you all. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 22 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1345 hours (1:45 PM) Aegis local. While investigating the temporal fold, Adriatic found what appears to be an ancient satellite. Their communication problem has been solved, and they are retrieving the satellite. Meanwhile, two Romulan ships, the Antius and the Chairo, have come to retrieve the Ma’ev crew. The RSE informed Captain Ramson of the Chairo. How and why the Antius became involved is a mystery.
  14. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/15/17 - 10:05 PM=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1230 hours - 12:30 PM Aegis local. Adriatic continues to investigate the temporal fold and look for any evidence of the Lore Kings. Communication with Adriatic is temporarily lost. Alpha Squadron is attempting to reestablish. At sim begin, the crew of Adriatic is puzzling over information from a probe: An image of layers of overlapping energy patterns that surround a wedge-shaped object similar to an ancient satellite. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Lawliet: # ::on the bridge:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::holding position, seriously wanting a donut:: Dacia Sandero: # ::in the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in sickbay still:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking at the viewscreen:: Increasing power to sensors. Tarisa: # ::At SCI, looking at her screen.:: KelsaViegnor: ::returned to the shop:: Chirakis: ::CnC, staring at what feed they can get from Adriatic:: Lawliet: # ::turns to Tarisa:: Commander, what can you tell us? Tarisa: # I am not sure at the moment. Jylliene: @ ::that hour-ish long massage finally ending:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> We have visual, but still getting almost no energy readings. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: At tactical :: Alexis McFarland: ::sitting with Miana watching Annisha play her ukelele:: Annisha: :: sings :: Fall...at your feet... Scott Coleridge: Hopefully we'll hear from them soon. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail dancing happily with the rhythm.:: Chirakis: Lackey> Alpha squadron reporting they have established communication contact with Adriatic. They are working on a relay to Aegis. Lawliet: # ::considers his options:: Mr. Jackson, what is the status of the comm system? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Mmmmm Fletcher Jackson: # Com system is running perfectly, Captain. Still transmitting on all frequencies. Scott Coleridge: Ah, good. Scott Coleridge: ::glances up at the light above Ramson's office, illuminated to indicate a conference call, glad he had that thing installed:: I suppose we can just go back to... not worrying. As much. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: to Jylliene :: She can give a massage anytime. Err, I mean just here...not on the station. Fletcher Jackson: # Wait... I have a signal. Lawliet: # ::looks up at the viewscreen:: Put it through. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Very strange... the readings. Jylliene: @ ::nods:: I'm sure. ::chuckles:: Fletcher Jackson: # It's the fighter squadron, Captain. They're trying to establish a link. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. On audio. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: They left Jy and Nijil alone :: I could not understand anything they said. Chirakis: Lackey> Alpha Squadron reports relay established. They're cleaning it up. Annisha: :: Stops :: I think I have practiced enough mimipavilion: ::still going over what the Enterprise experienced via the Typhon Expanse:: Gila Orrak: :: Was close to where she was last time :: Lawliet: # Alpha Squadron, this is the Adriatic. Come in. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Gonna get something to eat now? Jylliene: @ Nor I. For all we know, they were commenting on what they had for lunch. Fletcher Jackson: # Alpha 1> ::static, slowly clearing:: Adriatic, Alpha One. Relaying your com to Aegis. How copy? Tarisa: Miana> Again? We just ate. :;Makes silly face.:: Alexis McFarland: He he he.... singing makes you hungry Lawliet: # We copy Alpha 1. We are transmitting our sensor logs to you now. ::signals Tarisa to relay the information:: Annisha: And this hurts my fingers. Annisha: Do I have a blister? Jylliene: @ ::stretches:: Tarisa: # :;Transmits.:: Fletcher Jackson: # Alpha 1> Adriatic, Alpha One. Copy. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at her hands:: I don't think so. Your hands feel rough though Fletcher Jackson: # Alpha 1> Adriatic, Alpha One. Transmission received. Relaying. Chirakis: Lackey> We're in, Commander. On audio. Lawliet: # Inform Aegis that we recently discovered what appears to be an ancient satellite and we're proceeding to investigate. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, captain. ::sends::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Perhaps bringing it onboard may reveal more. Chirakis: Lackey> And... we have data coming in. Sensor logs. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> From what we're getting now on visual wavelengths I believe we could get within 1000 km of the device and remain out of its range. We may however wish to scan for more devices. Chirakis: ::somewhat relieved, but still staring intensely:: Scott Coleridge: Good. Chirakis: ::steps to her console:: Lawliet: # ::turns to Cayne:: Not yet. We need to know more first. ::turns back to Jorahl:: Agreed. We move in closer and get a more detailed scan. ::back to Jackson:: Take us within 1000 km of the satellite. Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Acknowledge the transmission and keep me posted if they need anything else. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, sir. Transmission acknowledged. Fletcher Jackson: # Moving to within 1000 km, aye. Fletcher Jackson: # Transmission acknowledged from Aegis. Alexis McFarland: ::eats a french fry:: mimipavilion: ::finds all she could find, goes and finds Amanda and Dr. Stone to let them know of her findings and is going to go to the CnC with what she has so that maybe they could come up with a way out if needed:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Defence grid detects a vessel decloaking at the edge of Aegis' defence grid. It is a Romulan troop transport. Chirakis: Lackey> Sensor logs received. Send to your console, Commander? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Cayne:: Relaying frequency estimates to your station. Modify shielding accordingly. Lawliet: # ::takes a seat in the captain's chair:: Commander Tarisa, any progress? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Understood... altering shield harmonics. Scott Coleridge: Sure, a… ::hears the proximity alarm go off:: I thought we fixed that. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Adaptive protocols online mimipavilion: ::checks over her info while slowly heading over to the tl:: Chirakis: ::frowns:: Commander, a Romulan troop transport is decloaking on the edge of the defense grid. Gila Orrak: :: Patrolling :P: Scott Coleridge: Hail it. Tarisa: # Scanning the satellite now. ::Scans.:: mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: Lackey> Hailing frequencies open. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Annisha: Wonder what the adults are doing? Station always seems tense. mimipavilion: ::steps onto the CnC and can feel the tension:: Alexis McFarland: I've gotten used to it. Just hope there's no red alert. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Mimi:: Doctor. We have unexpected guests. Annisha: :: Places a finger on Alexis's head :: Au must get all of the alerts... mimipavilion: ::to Scott:: Do I dare guess? Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Too bad we can not find out what is happening. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> We will need to find a way to dampen or disable the distortion effect if we want to get a good look at it. Alexis McFarland: I could... Scott Coleridge: Transport> +Aegis+ Sky Harbor Aegis, this is the RES Antius. We are here to transport the former crew of the Ma'ev back to the Empire. Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Lawliet: # ::looks at the viewscreen:: Could we use low level phaser fire or would that destroy the satellite? Scott Coleridge: Nice of the Romulans, or Starfleet, to tell us ahead of time. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Unknown how fragile it may be. Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Is the Ma'ev crew well enough to travel? Chirakis: ::looks to Mimi with a doubtful expression:: Lawliet: # ::looks around the bridge:: Suggestions on how to counter the distortion? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Shields are altered :: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Yes, though some are finding it difficult to readjust mentally due to what has happened. Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Open a channel. Chirakis: Lackey> Channel open. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ So what now? I've not felt this good in a long time... We have to find a good holodeck program. Tarisa: # Use the deflector to send a narrow scan beam. Lawliet: # ::nods:: Proceed. Fletcher Jackson: # ::keeping her steady:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::making the needed system adjustments:: Scott Coleridge: +Antius+ Antius, this is Commander Coleridge, executive officer. Welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis. You may approach the station. Please follow all docking instructions and station regulations. Once you've docked, we will discuss the logistics of crew transfer. Tarisa: # ::Adjusts the dish, and sends the beam when it is ready.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Plants a passionate kiss on Jylliene :: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Getting some data. Chirakis: Lackey> ::ready to transmit docking instructions:: Lawliet: # ::looks over at Jorahl:: Scott Coleridge: Antius> +Aegis+ Acknowledged. Antius out. Annisha: My pet is getting big, have au seen him lately? Chirakis: Lackey> Transmitting docking instructions. Jylliene: @ Perhaps we can browse the shops- ::cut off:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Supervise docking as per usual. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, sir. Gila Orrak: :: Goes by the local Klingon place, sees a Targ with a name tag on :: Tarisa: Miana> Your targ? Gila Orrak: :: to herself :: How funny... Alexis McFarland: Mr Cuddles? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Thoughts? Did sending us a troop transport just slip the Romulans’ minds? Annisha: Mister Big Cuddles... I'm teaching him tricks. Alexis McFarland: For a mini targ, he's really bigggg Alexis McFarland: What kind of tricks. Dacia's pug Chester can't do any. Chirakis: I am not sure, Commander. It does seem strange that they would just show up, since we have not informed the RSE that we have recovered their crew. At least I have no knowledge of it. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Scans are picking up the waveform patterns. And now starting to get composition scans of the device. Annisha: He can fetch....eat a lot, roll over. Eats some more. I think he can pounce... then he wants to eat. Scott Coleridge: True, though on a station this size, it's not exactly like we could keep the arrival of a few hundred Romulan officers under wraps. mimipavilion: I haven't notified Starfleet Medical or Romulan Medical about the crew. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::relaying science data to science. Adds the new data to tacs shield modifications:: Scott Coleridge: I'm not surprised word got back through unofficial channels. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Shields are holding. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # The computer is having a good time keeping up with the modifications. Chirakis: Lackey> ::arranges the appropriate escorts::: Alexis McFarland: Sounds like Chester. Except he can't fetch Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I think we could use a modulated tractor beam to seize and nullify the device. Chirakis: Perhaps we should verify this with the RSE? Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::entering a few calculations into the computer:: Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: Do you require any more readings from the Ma'ev crew to help with your studies of this temporal fold effect? Lawliet: # I want all measures taken before bringing that into the ship. mimipavilion: I'm sure I can figure something out, based on the information I have found. ::holds up padd:: This is what I did find regarding what has happened, not sure if it will help any. Chirakis: ::drawn to her console to watch their approach::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well I'm not about to release them to just any ship that comes asking, Romulan or not. mimipavilion: ::hands Scott the PADD:: Chirakis: Lackey> Commander, Antius is close to docking. Kallah Ramson: +Scott+ Commander Coleridge. I will be in further conferences for awhile. The Admiral though has informed me that the Romulans will be sending a vessel to retrieve their crew. Chirakis: Agreed, Commander. Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD but doesn't look it over yet, distracted as he is:: Scott Coleridge: Ah-hah. +Ramson+ Thank you, Captain. It has actually just arrived and docked now. Annisha: Cuddles could fetch your pet... Hmm Chirakis: Lackey> Docking complete. mimipavilion: ::hears the comm:: Kallah Ramson: +Scott+ Really? Already? Very well, Ramson out. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Working on the tractor beam modifications now... Scott Coleridge: ::smile:: Maybe this will actually be simple for once. Chirakis: ::raises a brow at his surprise::: mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Aegis defence grid proximity alert goes off a second time. Chirakis: ::turns:: We have a proximity alert. mimipavilion: ::hears an alarm go off:: Now what? Alexis McFarland: Hmm Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> If the tractor works it should be visually apparent. Then, a containment field can be set up in the cargo bay. Alexis McFarland: You hear anything? Chirakis: And it is... another Romulan ship decloaking. Scott Coleridge: Uh-oh. Chirakis: Indeed. mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Ok Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: You know the drill. Chirakis: Hopefully they have not sent the entire fleet. Annisha: :: Perks up, her pointy ears showing through her long straight hair :: Lawliet: # See to the modifications in the cargo bay SubCommander. Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, sir. Hailing frequencies open. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Her ears perk up as she looks around.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I think the tractor beam protocols are in place. The algorithm will adapt as it sees fit. Alexis McFarland: We should head back to our room maybe? Red alerts in the emergency shelter is boring mimipavilion: ::Softly to Scott, but loud enough for Chirakis to hear:: Maybe we should ask the Captain which ship the Romulans are sending us? Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: Romulan ship> +Aegis+ Sky Harbor Aegis, this is the RES Chairo. We are here for the crew of the Ma'ev. Annisha: :: nods :: Let's Gila Orrak: :: Thinks this station is cursed :: Scott Coleridge: ::Picard facepalm:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up from her seat.:: mimipavilion: ::gets a headache:: Chirakis: ::signal to mute::: Alexis McFarland: ::follows Annisha and Miana:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::mutes::: Annisha: :: Rubs Miana's furry head :: Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::opens mouth, starts talking, closes it again:: Annisha: Oh, I bet au hate that Miana. Chirakis: Commander, perhaps we should ask the captain the name of the ship? Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Lawliet: # Mr. Jackson, are we in position to tractor the satellite in? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs.:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods, still not trusting himself to speak yet:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Bay is ready to receive. Tractor systems online. All systems are green. Fletcher Jackson: # We are, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Let's take a walk :: goes to take her hand :: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a small breath to compose himself:: Alexis McFarland: I guess not ::pets Miana again:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis then at Scott:: Annisha: I wonder if there is a race out there that would make us their pets? Chirakis: ::keeping one eye on Adriatic's progress::: Alexis McFarland: Hmm Scott Coleridge: +Ramson+ Coleridge to Captain Ramson. Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but we've encountered a... hiccup. It seems that not one but two Romulan transports have arrived to lay claim to the Ma'ev's crew. The Antius and... Chairo. Tarisa: Miana> Really big people? Alexis McFarland: Maybe Lawliet: # Tarisa, last check. Anything on sensors that would give us trouble? Annisha: Could be.. they'd not have to be, just vastly more intelligent. Tarisa: # Not at the moment. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Takes her hand :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ So, Jylliene. What do au think about my idea of a place of our own off-station? Lawliet: # ::nods:: Very well. Engage tractor emitters and tow the satellite into the cargo bay. Jylliene: @ It's an intriguing idea. Alexis McFarland: ::enters either her or Annisha's room:: Scott Coleridge: ::Mimi:: In the meantime, Doctor, I would appreciate it if you could have some medically-relevant excuses on hand for why we have to delay transferring the crew. Kallah Ramson: +Scott+ What? Two ships? I was only informed of the Chairo. Annisha: My place guys... :: enters :: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Jylliene: @ Definitely appealing. I think Annisha would do well to be off-station now and then, with fresh air. Alexis McFarland: Yay ::enters in:: Annisha: (They saw three ships come sailing in...) Tarisa: Miana> ::Enters.:: Chirakis: ::signals security to give Antius crew an excuse to stand by before entering the station:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ My family is still looking for a close place to set up again... and their cargo vessel is doing their normal routes. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> I'll be in the cargo bay ::stands and exits the bridge:: Jylliene: @ ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Scott Coleridge: +Ramson+ Yes, sir. Two ships. Annisha: :: Looks around :: This place is messy mimipavilion: ::thinks for a sec:: Dr. Stone was still needing to tend to the few remaining Ma'ev crewmembers to make sure that they weren't affected by the temporal effect. Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office:: Okay, what's going on? The second I mentioned another ship the Admiral closed the com. Alexis McFarland: Hm ::huggles Miana:: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up a stuffed Otter:: Annisha: So how's fur all over Miana? Are au hot all of the time? Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Aegis sensors pick up coded comms between the Romulan ships. mimipavilion: ::looks at Ramson, starts to say something, then keeps quiet:: Tarisa: ((She only has fur on her tail and ears.)) Tarisa: Miana> ::Shrugs.:: Not really Annisha: (Oh...) Scott Coleridge: I wish I had an explanation for you, Captain. Chirakis: Lackey> They're communicating, Captain. Atius and Chairo. Alexis McFarland: Caitians must be hot all the time. Chirakis: Lackey> ::;looks up:: I can put it on. Chirakis: Lackey> If anyone knows Romulan. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> +Bridge+ All systems in the cargo bay are good. If the beam is working, we are ready to receive. Tarisa: Miana> They smell funny when they get wet. Chirakis: (last words) Alexis McFarland: Hm, yes. Annisha: Oh... that's a bummer mimipavilion: ::NIP:: Barely Fletcher Jackson: # We are in position, Captain. Lawliet: # Bring her in. Alexis McFarland: They look funny when they're wet too Scott Coleridge: (q) I was an engineer once. I got to fix things. Kallah Ramson: Anybody got a coin to flip? Kallah Ramson: ::pats Scott on the back:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/15/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then... Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: ::glances to Scott:: Scott Coleridge: 15 minutes again? Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Chirakis: 15 minutes for them to argue? mimipavilion: May take them that long. mimipavilion: just sayin' Chirakis: Very well. Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None Chirakis: One from me. Next week is the Friday before Christmas. Chirakis: Depending on who shows, we will have an official or unofficial sim. Chirakis: If either the captain or commander is not here, we will work during the TBS. Chirakis: Especially the commander. Chirakis: So... comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 December 2017 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 15 minutes. The time is 1230 hours (12:30 PM) Aegis local. Aegis has lost communication contact with Adriatic, even though Adriatic’s communication systems are fully functional. They continue to investigate the temporal fold that befell the Ma’ev, and search for any evidence of the ancient Vulcan diaspora, the Lore Kings. Perhaps a clue has been found when the viewscreen suddenly lights up with layers of overlapping energy patterns. At the center is a wedge shaped object with protruding panels, similar to an ancient satellite. Meanwhile, Alpha Squadron attempts to reestablish communication with Adriatic.