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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 20 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 30 minutes. The time is 1730 hours (5:30 PM) Aegis local. Midshipman Johnson Kenyon arrived. As Midshipman, he will finish his engineering education under SubCommander Korjata. Captain Ramson has decided to hold off on further transwarp conduit investigations. SubCommander Jorahl will finish his research on the satellite and prep it for storage. The Stone of Gol is the next priority. Lt Cdr Tarisa has begun to explore the properties of the Stone of Gol. Hopefully she will discover the properties used to magnify psychic waves and find a way to disable and/or destroy the stone.
  2. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/13/18 - 10:05 PM=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis local. Aegis is settling down to normal. Medical still has a few recovering from V'Mal's attack. Security is investigating V'Mal's collaborators. Engineering receives Midshipman Johnson Kenyon. All departments are working on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. Traffic in the area of the transwarp conduit is closely monitored. Jorahl continues to reverse engineer the conduit's satellite. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Jylliene: :::Back at CnC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in the sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, checking on the patients:: KelsaViegnor: ::in the shop;; Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, Aux OPS::: Annisha: @ :: Starting to settle in their specially fitted cargo bay room, three beds, drapes... :: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, having returned from lunch and rounds to find a big stack of paperwork awaiting him- Alexis McFarland: @ ::With Miana and Annisha, looking out of a window:: Tarisa: :;Had just recently stepping onto the CnC after her talk with Lawliet.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Runabout Colorado, having just completed dock, he is picking up his bags:: Scott Coleridge: :: something about a promotion:- Alexis McFarland: @This is nice. Who was that lady, Annisha? Kallah Ramson: ::exits office onto the CnC:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Face almost pressed to the viewport as she looks out.:: Jylliene: Captain ::nods:: Chirakis: ::she steps from the lift, pausing for a moment, then steps down to the security console and nods to Ramson:: Captain. Annisha: @ :: Peers over :: Au won't make it go faster by looking out the window. Would au feel better if I was at the helm? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Tail going wild.:: Kallah Ramson: ::returns the nod:: Annisha: @ :: Goes up to both of them :: First time on a Rihan cargo vessel? Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the runabout:: KelsaViegnor: ::discussing recent orders with her employee:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::presses against the window as well:: Do you know how to get there? I never been on a Romulan ship before... well, other than the few minutes we spent on the Nei'rrh that one time Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Turns to Annisha, nodding.:: First time on any Rihan vessel. Fletcher Jackson: ::messing with a bunch of stuff::: Scott Coleridge: :: checks what's next on his list, notes they have a new crew member arriving:: Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Curious.:: Oooo...Does it cloak? Alexis McFarland: @ Don't they all cloak? Chirakis: ::checking security reports, which are many, and puts them aside to check the tactical overlay::: Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: I thought about what you said. mimipavilion: ::finishes checking on the last patient and goes to her office:: Tarisa: ::Goes to the SCI console and logs in.:: Annisha: @ Any good Rihan vessel does, but we are in free space. Chirakis: ACTION> A security officer is at the docking area to escort Midshipman Kenyon and steps up to him. Johnson Kenyon: Computer, please direct me to the bridge Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In engineering :: Chirakis: Garand> Here, Midshipman. Lt Garand, Security. Scott Coleridge: :: turns to Ramson:: Really, Captain, I was only joking ... The paperwork isn't that bad Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In CnC on his tactical console :: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the security officer:: Hi Lieutenant, have you been sent to escort me? Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Seems almost disappointed.:: mimipavilion: ::enters her office and takes a seat at her desk, picking up a PADD and notices it's a medical file on a new crewman:: Ok then. Annisha: @ We can't see it cloak from inside Kallah Ramson: ::smiles:: No. About maybe looking too deeply into things best left hidden. Chirakis: Garand> I'll be escorting you.. yes. Welcome to Aegis. You have credentials? Annisha: @ :: Runs and jumps on her bed :: Scott Coleridge: Oh. That. Right. Alexis McFarland: @ Aww, I see Annisha: @ :: Notices a bowl of fruit on a table :: Johnson Kenyon: Credentials.... Credentials... ::reaches in bag for his pad:: Jylliene: ::has entered the bunk assignment for the new arrival:: Chirakis: Garand> ::waits patiently, knowing that he was once in that position:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls out a padd out of his bag and passes to Lt Garand:: Kallah Ramson: I've decided, for the time being, we should hold off on further investigations. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees a small message about a new engineer :: Ugh, great. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Thanks. ::takes a quick look:: You're good to go. Come with me. Johnson Kenyon: ::follows Garand:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::heads over to Annisha, and plops on her bed as well:: Scott Coleridge: :: keeping calm, internally relieved:: I see. Johnson Kenyon: ::wondering about the transwarp conduit:: Annisha: @ It will take a day to get there and the Captain said we will arrive in the dark. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::pounces.:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::pressing a thumbprint on the lift access, the door slides open::: Kallah Ramson: The SubCommander will finish his current research on the satellite then prep it for storage. Johnson Kenyon: ::Lt Garand:: Where are we headed ::stepping in the TL:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> We're taking the command lift down. Best way to get you to CnC. KelsaViegnor: ::the two check in newly arrived supplies:: Tarisa: @ Y'shta> ::Is in another compartment, reading quietly.:: Johnson Kenyon: CnC? That the bridge? Kallah Ramson: We do need to see how to safely lock away the stone of Gol Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::smiles as he selects the code to CnC:: Command and Control, Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: guess I should have studied more on the station Alexis McFarland: @ Ahh, I hope it'll look nice in the dark Johnson Kenyon: In the academy... ::gets quiet... realizes he might not want to engage in small talk at this point:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> The station takes a while to get used to, but after a while, it's a piece 'o cake. ::the lift moves quickly, stopping at CnC within seconds::: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the imperceptible change in location:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::huggles Miana:: They left us some fruit too, I also brought some snacks as well. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::waits for him to finish before opening the door:: In the academy you...? Tarisa: ::Ears rotate as she hears the goings on of the CnC. She quietly taps on her console, checking sensors in the process.:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some of the patients:: Chirakis: Commander Cayne, anything new going on in our sector? mimipavilion: ::goes over some other reports:: Johnson Kenyon: Oh... sorry... In the academy, we always thought of serving on a ship, so I hadn't considered a station Jylliene: ::checks on supply requisitions, approving most, but putting a few aside for further consideration:: Johnson Kenyon: Afraid I didn't study up on that as much as my hyperspanner Tarisa: @ Miana> Oh yeah! ::Gets up and grabs a bag before rejoining the others.:: I have snacks too! Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::he grins:: Well, you know what they say. Whatever you expect, it won't happen. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Ready? Johnson Kenyon: Yes, sir Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders why he would say... it won't happen:: Johnson Kenyon: ::deep breath:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::Nods:: Pull out your credentials and orders. Have them ready for the commander. Annisha: @ They say my grandfolks have a lot of land. Alexis McFarland: @. That's nice. Like a farm or something? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Garand:: Commander... ::has his PADD ready:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> And here we go. ::opens the lift door and steps out::: Alexis McFarland: @::Unpacks her snacks, and puts it by the fruit, picks up a pink looking fruit she's never seen before:: Johnson Kenyon: ::follows Garand:: Jylliene: ::glances over at the arrivals:: Annisha: @ :: eats some berries :: Mmmm. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::walks up to Cdr Coleridge::: Commander Coleridge. Midshipman Kenyon reports for duty, sir. ::he steps away:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at everyone:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::steps out of the way, then recognizes his superior at the security console::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sees someone entering CnC :: Alexis McFarland: @::bites into the pink fruit:: ooh yummy. Chirakis: ::Nods to Garand:: Scott Coleridge: Thank you, Lieutenant . Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: ::Commander Coleridge:: Please to meet you, sir ::holding out PADD with orders:: Kallah Ramson: ::reviewing something on a padd:: Johnson Kenyon: ::visibly nervous:: Fletcher Jackson: ::would get a donut, but feels like this is not the time::: Scott Coleridge: :: accepts the PADD:: Welcome aboard. I see you'll be joining engineering. Annisha: @ :: The lights suddenly go out :: Chirakis: ::waving Garand over, then speaks to him quietly:: Any word? Chirakis: Lt Garand> No, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Ears perks up at the new arrivals.:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Carry on. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Squeals.:: Alexis McFarland: @ What happened? ;;looks up:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Smiles:: I hope to make you proud Annisha: @ Wait... Alexis McFarland: @::Holds Miana:: Annisha: @ :: Stars appear streaking by on the surfaces of the cargo bay, as if they are floating in space :: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::moves to stand a discreet distance from Cdr Coleridge and Midshipman Kenyon::: KelsaViegnor: ::sets out fancy boxes to package the orders, starts gathering them. Gifts of some kind for a celebration, it seemed:: Chirakis: :::then she steps over to Tarisa::: Commander, a word. Annisha: @ Holographic paint... father told me about this. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Relaxes, as she has no trouble seeing in the dark.:: Alexis McFarland: @ Holographic paints? Alexis McFarland: @ ::Lets go of Miana a bit:: Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Well, this is the CnC. But of course... you knew that. ::gestures vaguely:: Johnson Kenyon: ::waits awkwardly while the XO reviews his orders:: Chirakis: ::waits for Tarisa to finish what she was working on:: Jylliene: ::Reviews those requests she had set aside:: Dacia Sandero: ::records their progress on a PADD by their bio beds, checking the bio-rhythms of one of the patients:: Tarisa: ::Stops what she was doing and steps over to Chirakis.:: Yes, ma'am? Chirakis: ACTION> Mimi receives medical information from Kenyon, for her review before he even gets up there. Annisha: @ Ie, a mesh of tiny picture things on the walls. Johnson Kenyon: Yes, Lt Garand told me... I had never heard of CnC before now... all the new acronyms and such. Scott Coleridge: I won't inundate you with names at the moment. I'm sure you'll meet everyone soon enough. That over there is Captain Ramson. ::gently inclines his head:: And that's Captain Chirakis, our chief of security. Chirakis: Regarding the stone that is in the security vault. Are you familiar with its properties? Johnson Kenyon: ::mouthing, Captain Chirakis... chief of security?:: Alexis McFarland: @ OOh, cool. mimipavilion: ::hears a beep and sees that it is the medical information and looks it over:: Scott Coleridge: In approximately 45 seconds you’re going to receive a comm from a Doctor Pavilion, who has some kind of magic access to incoming personnel data, I swear. Tarisa: ::Tilts her head a little as she considers.:: Not entirely, but I have looked at the information. Annisha: @ Perhaps we should get some rest before dinner. Dacia Sandero: Well, they all seem to be resting comfortably now that the sedatives have kicked in. Johnson Kenyon: Magic access, sir? Scott Coleridge: I'm not saying it's witchcraft... Alexis McFarland: @ Mmm. OK. We are kinda resting now though ::smiles:: Jylliene: ::sends a question of what in the world the florist needs with this particular order to the shop owner:: Chirakis: Very well. To deal with this object, we need to gather more information.... mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Dr. Pavilion to Midshipman Kenyon Annisha: @ When was the last time au were on a planet? Scott Coleridge: ::overhears the comm request, gives a knowing smile:: Chirakis: And for that, you will have to have access to the stone. Does that disturb you? Johnson Kenyon: :::amazed:: +Mimi+ Yes, Doctor Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watches the new guy :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Stands on the bed, tail lashing about.:: Since before I came to the station. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ When you're done reporting in please report to medical. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Yes, doctor, I'm not sure when that will be. I don't have quarters yet and I haven't even met another engineer Tarisa: ::Thinks, then shakes head.:: No. I am curious how a stone can cause so much trouble. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene, mock whispering:: Since when do we give Midshipmen quarters?? Alexis McFarland: @Same for me. Last planet I was on was Earth shortly before I came to Aegis mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ I understand that, just make sure you come to medical before the end of day. Johnson Kenyon: +Mimi+ Yes, Ma'am Jylliene: ::whispers:: We don't. I've forwarded his bunk assignment. Should be with his standard welcome information. Annisha: @ Mine was that mining place. :: looks somber :: Tarisa: @ Miana> It was Mithra for me. Chirakis: As are we. The good news is that it does not function by itself. The potential bad news is that I am not sure of its composition or how to approach it. I would like you to investigate it. Chirakis: Investigate it as to its composition, that is. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I understand. Alexis McFarland: @ ::Curious, but notes her sombre emotions, so decides not to press instead finishing off her pink fruit:: Whatever it wasm it was nice, Chirakis: Once we determine the composition, there is a chance that we might be able to disassemble it so it becomes unusable. Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: I'll take you to engineering first, introduce you to our chief engineer. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to ops:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Commander Coleridge:: I'd appreciate it Jylliene: :sends Scott Kenyon's bunk assignment as well, just in case something got lost in the shuffle:: Jylliene: ::glances up at Ramson:: Captain. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::Scott:: Sir, we have the Midshipman's quarters ready. I can take his bags there. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Garand:: Thank you. ::Johnson:: Hand over your bags to the Lieutenant, please, and then follow me. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working working... to many systems on the station working :: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::takes the bags::: Chirakis: 10:40 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Aye. ::to Garand:: thank you Kallah Ramson: Got another bit of clean up work. Send a message to both Romulan transports. Tell the one docked we need it's space and move it to a holding position. Request both send in the proper documents if they plan to extend their stay any longer. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Will I need my orders for the Chief? Tarisa: ::Already begins to think up disposal methods.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Sure, I think one the desk legs is still wonky. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: ::hearing something about Romulan Transports:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the TL:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::plops back down on the bed.:: Chirakis: Whenever you are ready, Commander :::Tarisa:: I will take you down. You will not be left alone, and not for security reasons. For your safety. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Jylliene: Anything else for them? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Of course. I am ready. Scott Coleridge: ::TL:: Engineering. Chirakis: Lt Garand> :::waiting for the captain to finish with Kital:: Chirakis: Very well. Come with me. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: How long have you served on Aegis, sir? Kallah Ramson: No, just don't let them doddle. They can float out there as long as they want, I just want them out of our way. Scott Coleridge: ::Johnson:: Let's put it this way … I started right where you are. Tarisa: ::Follows Chirakis.:: Chirakis: ::steps to the command lift::: Jylliene: ::grins:: Yes ma'am. Annisha: @ :: Someone on the cargo vessel enters the cargo room with three plates :: Something from the mess. :: looks at all three of them before leaving the room :: Tarisa: ::Joins her on the lift.:: Alexis McFarland: @Yay thanks Johnson Kenyon: You make Commander from this Station? Scott Coleridge: ((Oooh, Tarisa gets to ride in the posh lift)) Chirakis: ::Hands her a separate set of credentials:: Wear these at all times when you are in that area of security. Tarisa: @ Miana> Yay! Johnson Kenyon: I was told I'd have to transfer a dozen times for that time of promotion Chirakis: (of course) Tarisa: ((woo!)) Jylliene: ::preps the messages, including the desired location for the docked vessel:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, well, it wasn't my id… er, I mean, you'll find that crew on Aegis tends be transient or fairly... settled. Tarisa: ::Takes the credentials, looking at them.:: Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::waiting for Jylliene to finish up:: Scott Coleridge: I was assigned to a starship right out of the Academy and ended up on Aegis rather by accident. Then I was transferred here, to engineering. Chirakis: ::the lift stops and they step out exactly inside security, close to her office::: Jylliene: ::sends both:: Johnson Kenyon: I'm not sure what you mean, but it's nice to know I could make one place home Alexis McFarland: @ ::looks at the plates of food, take one of them to a table:: Johnson Kenyon: Ah, so, you came back to Aegis after a while Kallah Ramson: ::steps back to the command console:: Jylliene: ::glances over to Lieutenant Garand:: May I help you? Scott Coleridge: ::rueful laugh:: I think I spent about four weeks on that first posting before I ended up on Aegis. Chirakis: ::the voice print recognizes her and the door opens:: Computer, recognize Commander Tarisa, who will be working in here. Chirakis: Computer> Recognized. Tarisa: ::Ears flick at the new sounds that she isn't used to.:: I believe this may be my first time in Security. Scott Coleridge: So you could say that this station, in some ways, is all I've really known… though if you're lucky, there are definitely opportunities for away missions. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::steps up to Jylliene::: Ma'am, the Midshipman's quarters, please. Jylliene: ((Define "lucky")) Johnson Kenyon: Away missions would be nice, but I think I will need to prove myself useful first Chirakis: ::nods::: And you are one of the few who have entered. Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the TL:: Welcome to the engineering deck. Main engineering is here, just through those doors. There are labs and other subsystem control rooms throughout this deck, with major system junctions throughout this entire section. You'll find it's quieter down here, since this is not a civilian-approved area. But during the busy hours, like now, it hums about as much as a starship's engineering room. Chirakis: The vault is secured. Please pick a station and I will bring you the stone. Johnson Kenyon: ::exits the TL, all smiles:: Tarisa: ::Nods as she takes a seat.:: Scott Coleridge: ::leads Johnson into the main engineering room, which is populated by a number of engineers, both Starfleet and some of the Romulan volunteers:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taking it all in:: Scott Coleridge: Did you read your personnel brief, Midshipman? Chirakis: 10:50 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Coleridge:: Personnel brief. I'm afraid I didn't know about that Jylliene: I sent it with the usual welcome information, but... Johnson Kenyon: Was it sent to me? Jylliene: ::looks:: Alexis McFarland: @Hmm, tube roots ::bites into one:: Jylliene: Here we go. Second berth, third bunk room. Chirakis: Lt Garand> The midshipman's quarters assignment, ma'am, so I can deliver his bags. Chirakis: Lt Garand> Thank you, ma'am. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Sniffs before taking a small bite.:: Scott Coleridge: You should have received the name of your commanding officer, SubCommander tr'Korjata... Johnson Kenyon: <<very generous, Kital>> Kallah Ramson: ACTION> docked Romulan transport signals compliance and begins uncoupling. Transport in holding position turns and begins moving away from Aegis, through the exit corridor out of the asteroid field. Jylliene: Ah, I'm sorry. I thought you meant that he needed it. ::grins:: Jylliene: Very welcome, Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: As the name and rank implies, he is a Romulan. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::turns and enters the lift::: Johnson Kenyon: SubCommander tr'Korjata... a Romulan? Chirakis: ::returns with the stone in a box and sets it in front of Tarisa::: Jylliene: <<Well, they were gonna have ya on a bedroll in the cargo bay, but I thought that was just a little too harsh>> Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at the very diverse, even by Federation standards, engineering crew:: You'll find that one of Sky Harbor Aegis' distinctions is that we're more than just a Starfleet crew. Johnson Kenyon: <<LOL>> Tarisa: ::Looks at the box a moment.:: Can I open it? Chirakis: Of course. I doubt that it will be a problem in here. If you would like to take a sample, please do. I will not function unless the stone is intact. Scott Coleridge: We've taken on quite a few Romulans with engineering and scientific backgrounds following what happened to Romulus. Kallah Ramson: ::looks up at the blip on the screen moving off:: Johnson Kenyon: He's the chief engineer? Scott Coleridge: We also work closely with civilian miners in the asteroid belt in this system. Jylliene: Looks like the vessels are moving in compliance. Jylliene: ::to Ramson:: Scott Coleridge: Yes, he is. Scott Coleridge: ::looking around:: In fact, I thought he would be here … Jylliene: ...or leaving altogether. Hm. Chirakis: I will remain with you, as a precaution. Johnson Kenyon: Well, I shall do my best Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly to Ramson:: Scott Coleridge: He's probably just making sure all the new crewman booby traps are reset... Nijil tr'Korjata: (Where is here?) Jylliene: Guess they figured it was time once we said something? Scott Coleridge: ::shakes his head:: It's a shame Captain Ramson made us get rid of the piranha pool. Johnson Kenyon: ::chuckles:: I get it... Scott Coleridge: ((Main engineering)) Alexis McFarland: @ ::Smiles and eats her food, used to it since she visits Annisha's place so often:: Chirakis: (Right, Scott. It was your favorite swimming hole.) Chirakis: 10:55 PM Kallah Ramson: Make sure traffic is cleared. If they ever come around again we'll slap a fine for unregistered course change, but for now let them go. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Tarisa: ::Carefully opens the box, looking at the stone for a moment. She then closes the lid.:: I understand. :;She takes a PADD and begins thinking out a list.:: I will need a few things. Jylliene: ::checking incoming/outgoing and ensuring the route is clear:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Encounters some new human :: Chirakis: ::nods:: Of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, wait. Are au the new engineer? Johnson Kenyon: Yes, I am Subcommander? Johnson Kenyon: Midshipman Kenyon reporting Tarisa: @ Miana> :;Slowly eats, still a little unsure of the food.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: This is Midshipman Kenyon. I think he has paperwork if you like that sort of thing. I've been told it's good for me, but I'm trying to kick the habit, personally. Scott Coleridge: See, I told you I would get you a fresh victim. Fletcher Jackson: ::can't restrain himself any longer and grabs a donut:: Scott Coleridge: Er, crewperson. Johnson Kenyon: ::half smiles, trying to see how the Romulan acts:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Extends his hand :: tr'Korjata, but it's just Korjata, but people call me Nijil....or clumsy. Jylliene: ::thus reminded, checks to make sure the bakery's supply requests have been approved:: Tarisa: ::Finishes the list.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::shakes hand:: I'll be happy to serve under you Chirakis: ::waits patiently:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I would say I run a...'tight ship' but this is a station. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::trying to remember how to pronounce, Korjata:: Nijil tr'Korjata: What are your specialities? Scott Coleridge: Wonderful. I'll let you take it from here. Welcome, again, Midshipman. Johnson Kenyon: I don't have any at the moment, but I am quick study Scott Coleridge: Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions. Johnson Kenyon: I will :: to Scott Coleridge:: Tarisa: Would you prefer someone get the items for me for security sake, or can I get them? Johnson Kenyon: ::sir:: Chirakis: (last words) Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, au shall get the course on Rihan runabouts... in this case the Nei'rrh. mimipavilion: ::groans over all the reports:: Johnson Kenyon: ::unsure of what Korjata just said:: Chirakis: You can get the items yourself, but you may not take the stone from this area. When you leave, I will place it back in the vault. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Annisha: @ :: Yawns :: These darn lights. Chirakis: Very well. Alexis McFarland: @ There are four lights. Scott Coleridge: ::takes his leave of engineering:: Kind of miss the place. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Giggles.:: Tell them to shut off. Chirakis: When I secure the stone, I will escort you from this area. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/13/18 Chirakis: Thank you. mimipavilion: ::freeze frame:: Chirakis: Well done, all. And welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis, Midshipman Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: Lots of participation tonight ::freeze:: Dacia Sandero: welcome aboard! Chirakis: Indeed. Sometimes it is slow, sometimes it moves quickly. Johnson Kenyon: Thanks Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: let's just go with a few minutes. Mimi needs her chance to torment the midshipman. Dacia Sandero: lol Chirakis: Ah... of course. mimipavilion: ::evil grin:: Tarisa: You can't deny her! Johnson Kenyon: I thought that was the Romulan's job Chirakis: Shall we make it 30, so Nijil can have a moment with him? Dacia Sandero: No. You can't Johnson Kenyon: first anyway Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Chirakis: TBS is 30 minutes. Any words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, anything from you? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or words from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Has anyone lost a midshipman before? Asking for a friend. Johnson Kenyon: <<chuckles>> mimipavilion: Can't say that I have Chirakis: Yes, actually. The person who lost him did not last long. We found a suitable airlock for him to occupy. Johnson Kenyon: ::imagines being pushed into a plasma conduit:: Scott Coleridge: We expect receipts, Mr. tr'Korjata. Chirakis: Anything else? Tarisa: Ndak lost numerous ones when we still had academies. Chirakis: Yes. NDak was expert at that. Johnson Kenyon: Do people write logs in this SIM? Chirakis: Yes. Dacia Sandero: Yes, but cadets were expendable Nijil tr'Korjata: I have ideas... Chirakis: Not as often as they should. :::eyes everyone:: But there are a few who do regularly. Tarisa: ::cough:: Chirakis: So, yes, please feel free to write a log. Post it on the message board and we will all take a look. mimipavilion: ::looks at a Padd:: Chirakis: Commander Tarisa? Tarisa: No no, I'm good. Chirakis: Or was that a comment? Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  3. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 13 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 PM) Aegis local. As the station settles to a more normal pace, Johnson Kenyon arrives as Midshipman Recruit/Engineering. He will study under SubCommander Korjata. Meanwhile, Cdr Cayne and Cpt Chirakis are plowing through information on V’Mal’s accomplices. Cayne identified two of the six and Chirakis identified one, leaving three unknowns. The one identified by Cpt Chirakis was a protege of Ragor Tal, a brilliant racketeer whose modus operandi is to pit one leader against another, create a void through chaos and infighting, then move in and take over. The other accomplices seem to be minor profiteers. The Stone of Gol still resides in a high security vault. SubCommander Jorahl is still inspecting the satellite that was recovered by Adriatic. Whether we decide to further investigate what appears to be the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit remains to be seen.
  4. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 7/6/18 - 10:06 PM=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis local. Aegis is settling down to normal. Medical is still dealing with a few who were affected by V'Mal's attack. Security is dealing with V'Mal's collaborators. All departments are collaborating on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. We are monitoring traffic in the area of the conduit. Jorahl is still playing with the conduit's satellite. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Kallah Ramson: ::in her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Chirakis: ::she steps into CnC with the information she gathered from Maj Butts:: Tarisa: ::In the lab, looking over a report.:: Jylliene: ::nod to Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::and notes the absence of our beloved XO::: Commander Kital, status? ::returns the nod:: Lawliet: ::walks into the CnC:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Running around frantically in her room. A couple opened suitcases are on her bed.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::sick bay, finishing her reports, fairly stymied regarding Ens Lauren:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, in her office, looking over updates on those who were more victim to V'mal:: Jylliene: All normal thus far. We have an expected incoming cargo transport in about an hour. Alexis McFarland: ::happily packing her bags:: Chirakis: ::nods::: And nothing else? Jylliene: Nothing else yet. Medical is still treating some patients of the attack, security is - well, you're more up on them than I am. Chirakis: ::checking the tactical board::: Lawliet: ::walks over to the science station:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Has her tablet comm on the dresser, facing out. She had been talking to Alexis.:: I am almost ready! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On tactical :: Annisha: :: Packing some things in her suitcase...shoves :: Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office, several padds in hand:: Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Commander, anything new? Chirakis: ::turns to Ramson with a polite nod:: Captain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Other than that transport nothing notable. Alexis McFarland: +Miana+ yeah, I'm almost done too. Dacia helped me pack before she started her shift Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters his quarters :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::she gives a deep sigh, still puzzled regarding the brain damage because there really isn't any::: Dacia Sandero: ::is indeed treating the patients, but also glad Alexis and her friends are leaving for their vacation, happy the girls will have a good time and that they're out of her hair for awhile:: mimipavilion: ::is concerned about those here in sickbay, knowing that Amanda is going to have her hands full:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Pops into the room to check on her daughter.:: Hurry, love. Y'shta has everything ready. Chirakis: ::steps to Cayne::: And given the circumstances, I wonder if that is a good sign or a bad sign. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to chirakis:: As if we needed more troubles. ::hands her a padd:: Lawliet: ::takes a seat and begins to review some reports:: Jylliene: ::knew the quiet couldn't last:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What can you do? Space is big and we can't go running everyone off that decides to walk on our lawn. Chirakis: ::receives the padd, closing and putting hers down:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Throws a couple more things in, including her stuffed animal. Alexis sees a little white blur once in a while as Miana runs past the tablet camera.:: Dacia Sandero: ::her hands full as it is, nice to know there's one less thing to worry about:: Chirakis: ::Nods to Cayne as she reads through:: Alexis McFarland: ::Wearing a cute yellow sundress, with matching sandals and yellow nail polish on her nails:: Did you drop your PADD? Chirakis: ::steps closer to Ramson:: And command is absolutely certain? Jylliene: ::getting a bad feeling about this:: Kallah Ramson: It seems so. I suppose we could not be lucky enough for them to have dropped the whole matter. Tarisa: Miana> Huh? ::Stops and looks into the tablet.:: No? It is sitting on my dresser. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hear they are on their way Annis- oh there au are. Chirakis: Indeed. ::frowns as she hands it back:: And this is immediate? Dacia Sandero: Oh, okay. There, I'm done. Just waiting for Annisha. Annisha: Trying to get this suitcase packed. Tarisa: Yda> ::Standing in the background, waving at Alexis as she hands Miana her sleeping clothes.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts the clothes in the suitcase.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's a self-compressing suitcase with partial antigrav.. let me help Lawliet: ::files his reports and begins running some scans:: Dacia Sandero: ::zips up her suitcase, sitting on one to get it to zip closed:: There! Nijil tr'Korjata: Ha.. na na, only clothes. Kallah Ramson: There will be the standard procedures. After certain actions, an example must be made of the offending individual. Annisha: What? Tarisa: Miana> ::Stops, looking at the cases.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: This would have flattened your stringed instrument... two suitcases, one for clothes, and the other for non-compressible. Chirakis: ::she gives a deep sigh:: If we must, then we must. ::stern look at Lawliet:: Dacia Sandero: Ok, sweetie. You're good to go. ::Paying a quick visit to their quarters to help Alexis pack on her break:: I hope you girls have a good time. Kallah Ramson: ::stepping across the CnC:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching what was going on, but not exactly in-tune with it :: Jylliene: ::BURIES her attention in her console:: Chirakis: ::steps toward Jylliene:: (w) You will remain OIC until I return. Alexis McFarland: Mmm! Thanks! Though, I know you're glad we're out of your hair for a bit. Things busy in sickbay, eh? Tarisa: Yda> ::Watching her daughter.:: You have clothes, shoes, and your doll. :;Smiles.:: Hair brush? Lawliet: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Acknowledged. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs it off counter and puts it in.:: Chirakis: ::watching him closely:: Dacia Sandero: Did you bring your tooth-- ah, yes. There it is. You should have everything now. Kallah Ramson: ::drops a padd onto the Ops desk:: Make sure to file this. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: I don't know what they have on that planet in terms of shops, or replicators so I hope you won't need anything additional that's major. Tarisa: Miana> ::Pauses again.:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Closes the cases for Miana.:: Snacks? Alexis McFarland: I hope they have nice shops. ::brings her bags to the living room while she waits for Annisha and Miana to finish:: Annisha: :: removes any crushable items and puts clothes in their place :: Tarisa: Miana> Snacks! ::Runs out of the room, leaving the PADD on, still on the dresser.:: Lawliet: ::looks back down and returns to his scans:: Kallah Ramson: And send to my office starfleet protocols for cashiering of officers. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: ::takes another bag from the fridge:: Here's some snacks and stuff for the trip. I imagine it might take awhile. Jylliene: ::pulls those up, with a sinking feeling in her stomach:: Tarisa: Yda> ::Smiles, she walks over picking up the PADD.:: She will be down shortly. ::Cuts the comm, then puts the PADD in the side pocket of the case.:: Chirakis: ::awaiting the captain's word:: Jylliene: ::sends them:: Sent. Kallah Ramson: ::turns back towards her office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Here, a subspace transceiver, holo recorder... Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs the bag of snacks she had prepared, and then puts her backpack on, and drags her larger case on the floor. She meets Y'shta at the door.:: I am ready! Kallah Ramson: ::chirakis:: a word first, in my office. Chirakis: Of course, Captain. :::turns to follow Ramson:: Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Nods and heads out.:: Alexis McFarland: Yay, thanks! Bye, Dacia. See you when we get back. Hopefully it won't be too busy for you when we return. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gives her mom one last huggle goodbye before following Y'shta out.:: Dacia Sandero: ::hugs Alexis:: Bye Lexi, I hope so too but have a great time and takes lots of holo pics. I've got to get back to Sickbay. Kallah Ramson: ::the office doors close...and locks:: Jylliene: ::sees scheduled transport coming in range, and as she's OIC anyhow, sends the approach vector:: Dacia Sandero: ::waves and heads out to the lift:: Byeee... Annisha: :: Compresses the clothes, picks up the suitcase and falls to the ground holding it :: oof! Nijil tr'Korjata: Whoa.. :: taps a key :: Let's make it lighter.. Alexis McFarland: ::hugs:: Bye bye. Lawliet: ::finishes his scans and heads over to the replicator:: Iced Tea. Alexis McFarland: ::luckily her suitcases weren't too light and that her's had wheels:: Jylliene: +Annisha, Miana, Lexi+ Operations here. The transport is on approach. Hope you girls are about ready. Chirakis: ::giving a deep sigh, awaiting her orders::: Alexis McFarland: +Jylliene+ Yes! I'm ready! Annisha: :: now it's very easy to lift :: Ah Annisha: :: puts her backback one :: Kallah Ramson: ::folds arms:: You read the orders. It's about time too. Jylliene: ::slight grin - a welcome bit of pleasant business:: Tarisa: Miana> +Jylliene+ Yes! ::Overexcited.:: Chirakis: Indeed, Captain. Alexis McFarland: ::wheels her suitcases out of her quarters:: Chirakis: We must do what we are commanded to. However, it can be difficult. Chirakis: 10:30 PM Lawliet: ::walks over to the window and looks down at the commerce area:: Alexis McFarland: ::heads over to Annisha's quarters:: Kallah Ramson: Ask me, this will give some needed room in science for others to advance. Tarisa: Miana> ::Arrives at the docking port with Y'shta.:: Alexis McFarland: ::presses chime:: Annisha, you ready yet? Chirakis: True. And Tarisa can fill the void for a while at least. Dacia Sandero: ::Arrives back to Sickbay:: Tarisa: ::Sneezes:: Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Annisha: :: Starts to head for the door, onwards to the docking port :: Alexis McFarland: ::following Annisha:: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over the protocols:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: walks with Annisha, where she held his hand as they walked :: Kallah Ramson: What a mess. Will you handle this? Just get it over with. ::hands her the padd:: Annisha: Hey Lexy... Jylliene: +Nijil+ I may not make it down there before they leave. I've got the con. I'll try, though. Alexis McFarland: ::looking at her PADD as they walk along:: Hmm, yes? mimipavilion: ::takes a break from the patient reports and looks at the Children's Home reports:: Chirakis: ::takes the padd:: Of course, Captain. It is not my first, and it most probably will not be my last. Lawliet: ::gets and uneasy feeling...looks around and puts down his tea:: Kallah Ramson: ::unlocks the door:: Chirakis: ::steps toward the door:: Captain perhaps this is best done in private. Kallah Ramson: As you wish. Chirakis: ::she nods and steps out of Ramson's office:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Waits patiently for the others, but her tail is waving frantically.:: Chirakis: ::she approaches Lawliet:: Commander, come with me. Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis for a moment and follows:: Chirakis: ::snap turns and returns to Ramson's office::: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and eventually arrives at the docking bay:: Chirakis: ::waits for him, then closes the door::: Lawliet: ::looks back at Chirakis and back to Ramson:: Chirakis: ::and turns to face Lawliet:: Lt Commander, in our estimation, you have performed your duties aboard Aegis admirably. Dacia Sandero: ::sighs a bit, and continues checking on the patients:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Kallah Ramson: ::sitting over to the side, on the floor pillows by the tea set.displeased look:: Jylliene: ::receives and approves docking request from the transport:: Annisha: :: Walks and talks to her father :: Alexis McFarland: Hey Miana! ::Excited smile:: Lawliet: ::looks back at Chirakis:: Thank you. Annisha: It's been a long time since I was in real air... I mean the air here is fine, but.. Lawliet: ...Ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie ie, not 'real' Chirakis: However.... Starfleet Command has other ideas, unfortunately ::she steps forward and removes his insignia:: Alexis McFarland: It'll be nice to be on actual planet for a change. It's been awhile. Lawliet: ::his heart drops:: What? I don't understand. Alexis McFarland: Not that there's anything wrong with this station or anything. Tarisa: Dr. Y'shta> ::Standing by Miana. She was a little taller than the other Mithraan the girls have met. She had dark hair and, black ears and long black tail.:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ The transport has docked. Chirakis: For your action during your command of Adriatic, we have stripped you of this rank. Chirakis: And they have decided to... ::takes a deep breath::: Lawliet: ::gives a looks of shock:: Tarisa: Miana> Dr. Y'shta will be going with us. ::Whispers, but she knows Y'shta can hear anyways.:: The High Elder wanted to send armed security, but my mother would not let her. So the doctor is going. Chirakis: Promote you to the rank of full Commander, with all its demands and privileges. ::steps forward and pins on the appropriate rank. Annisha: :: Arrives at the dock :: Lawliet: ....... ::stunned:: Chirakis: ::gives him a firm handshake::: Congratulations, Commander Lawliet. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles at Miana:: Ah, I was going to ask who she was. Dacia says my parents want to have a security detail for me too, so I know what you mean. I think some Starfleet security dudes will tag along with me as well. Kallah Ramson: Promotions, bah! Nothing but paperwork. ::frown:: You'll probably want a celebration party too. Who do you think has to clear the funding for that?! ::sulks.:: Chirakis: Indeed. Too much paperwork. However, we do have Commander Coleridge for that, Captain. Alexis McFarland: Not that I'll know. Dacia said they were plain-clothed to avoid suspicion or something Lawliet: ::looks back at Ramson and back at Chirkis:: I...I don't know really what to say. Dacia Sandero: (yay grats Lawliet!) mimipavilion: (woot woot)) Chirakis: No words are needed, Commander. You performed admirably, and Starfleet Command agrees. Kallah Ramson: That's right! I forgot. I have to deal with the Admirals.... but he's stuck wrangling all the minions. ::jumps up:: Excellent. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I think I saw her when you had that tummy ache Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Alexis McFarland: Nice to meet you. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his PADD :: They are at warp still. Kallah Ramson: ::steps over to shake:: Tarisa: Y'shta> I am merely going for educational purposes. ::Pushes her glasses up her nose.:: I assure you, I will try not to interfere. Kallah Ramson: ::shake Lawliet's hand:: Lawliet: ::stands a little straighter:: Thank you. I won't let either of you down. Dacia Sandero: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Ohh Chirakis: And of course, your duties double. Lawliet: ::returns shake:: Jylliene: ((I commed and said it docked)) Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: Mmm..::smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Oh, sorry, I was being talked to) Chirakis: And you will have to reorder the workload for your second, Lt Cdr Tarisa. Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Ears perk up as a ding sounds by the dock door.:: I believe the transport is here. Chirakis: You may return to your duties, Commander. Alexis McFarland: Oh yay Amanda Davis PhD: ::she exits her office with a sigh, looking for Mimi::: Lawliet: ::looks at Chirakis with a smirk:: Understood. ::turns around and walks out:: mimipavilion: ::still in her office:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: A striking Rihan woman crosses the threshold of the docking port :: Chirakis: Well done, Captain. Alexis McFarland: Do you like my yellow sundress? I even painted my nails yellow to match. ::spreads her hand in front of Miana:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::spots Mimi in her office::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sparkles in her eyes.:: Ooooh... I Love it! Kallah Ramson: ::slight bow:: Lawliet: ::walks across the CnC and walks into the turbolift:: Science Lab 1. Alexis McFarland: Hehe, thanks. I got it at the beauty shop near the perfume place Gila used to work at. Chirakis: If you will excuse me, Captain? Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> Are au all the new crew we are taking on? Kallah Ramson: Of course. Amanda Davis PhD: :::presses the chime::: mimipavilion: ::looking over a report and hears the chime:: Enter. Chirakis: ::nods, then exits::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Notices the new lady and hides behind Alexis.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Looks around to see who the Romulan lady is talking to:: mimipavilion: ::looks up:: Oh Amanda. What can I do for you? Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters and allows the door to close::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching the sensor net, knowing the computer does a better job than he :: Lawliet: ::gets off the lift and walks down the corridor into the lab:: Amanda Davis PhD: Well, I’m not sure. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis as she re-enters:: Tarisa: ::Ears flick as she hears the door open.:: Chirakis: ::returns to nod::: Report, Commander Kital. Annisha: :: Runs to the woman and gives her a hug :: Jolan tru! mimipavilion: Take a seat, Amanda. What's going on? Jylliene: The scheduled transport has arrived, a little early. They're docked. No other updates. Amanda Davis PhD: The brain damage that Ensign Lauren sustained is not really "damage" per se. Dacia Sandero: ::Talks with some of the Romulans about the patients:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> It has been a while since I last saw au little one. Au are taller. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Lawliet: ::walks over to Tarisa:: You have a moment Commander? Chirakis: ::nod:: Excellent. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> :: looking at Nijil :: And au are...bonded.. :: pointing to his stomach :: Amanda Davis PhD: She is dealing with an overload on the right side of her brain and because she has never experienced this before, her brain is compensating. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ha ha funny. Alexis McFarland: Annisha must be one heck of a crewmember Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: Yes. ::Gets up from her terminal, a glint of something shiny catches her eye.:: mimipavilion: Ok, how do we help the ensign 'compensate' with the overload Amanda Davis PhD: She will have headaches, and probably for a while. I would like to suggest that you watch her closely, and anyone else who is experiencing these symptoms. Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> These are your friends and... :: looks :: other guests that are coming along. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still behind Alexis.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Jylliene: It will be quiet when the girls leave. Amanda Davis PhD: I would begin with simple analgesics. Jylliene: ::offhand, to Chirakis:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> Au must be Alexis and au with the ears...Miana? mimipavilion: ::starts making notes:: Ok Chirakis: ::slight smile:: And won't that be a respite for you? Tarisa: Miana> ::Is being shy.:: Jylliene: It will be, for a time, but I'm sure I'll also be happy to see them back when they return. Kallah Ramson: ::a secure message beeps into her padd:: Alexis McFarland: Yes, I am. Jolan truu...uuu.. Tarisa: ((What you don't know, is we keep the other children in check. Now they will be running wild. )) Lawliet: Long story short...I just received a promotion. While technically I'm still the Chief Science Officer, I'll be taking on other responsibilities. To that effect, you will be taking a more active role in this department. Chirakis: (really. Then the other children had better stay away from Chirakis) Dacia Sandero: ::talking with one of the other Romulans:: Tarisa: ((lol)) Dacia Sandero: (lol) Amanda Davis PhD: I will have to consult with physicians who are well versed in this type of injury before moving to more than analgesics . Tarisa: Miana> ::Quietly, almost inaudible.:: Jolan...tru... Amanda Davis PhD: Are there any others with this problem? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Rihan Woman> We are scheduled to leave in about an hour. We are dropping off supplies and taking some on. An inspection then we are on our way. We have prepared a cargo bay for au all. Alexis McFarland: A cargo bay? Wow, nice. Tarisa: Y'shta> ::Greets the woman with a courteous nod.:: Chirakis: :Jyl:: Of course, if you need a moment, Ens Lackey can take OPS for you. Jylliene: That would be appreciated, ma'am. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Chirakis: ::finger snap to Lackey, then points to Jylliene's station:: Take OPS, Ensign. mimipavilion: Alright, I trust your judgment on this matter ::pauses for a moment:: Just the ones here in medical. Dacia should provide you with more information on how they mentally with her being empathic of course. Tarisa: ::Nods to Lawliet.:: Yes Sir. ::Pauses a moment.:: Congratulations. Jylliene: I am relieved of con as well, then, ma'am? Chirakis: Yes. Until you feel ready to return. Jylliene: ::nods:: Thank you. Chirakis: Lackey> ::takes OPS::: Amanda Davis PhD: In the meantime, I'm going to consult someone of expertise from Starfleet Medical. Lawliet: ::nods:: Thank you. To be blunt I'm not sure when you'll become head of the department, but I'd start preparing yourself. That day is closer than you think. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Jylliene: ::TL to the docking ring:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Ears lower for a moment at the thought.:: Amanda Davis PhD: But, I would not leave her alone. Jylliene: +nijil+ On my way there, don't let them board until I get there. Amanda Davis PhD: I will be in my office looking for more answers. Unless you have something more? Chirakis: (last words) mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll have a nurse or medic with her at all times. ::thinks for moment:: I think that's all. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Understood Alexis McFarland: ::Huggles Miana, excited about their trip:: Amanda Davis PhD: Wonderful. Thank you. Tarisa: Miana> ::giggles:: Lawliet: ::smiles:: Tarisa...I was nowhere near your level of experience when I took command. Trust me, you'll be fine. Amanda Davis PhD: ::moves out and toward her office::: Alexis McFarland: ::miana is too heavy to juggle:: Tarisa: ((Alexis so strong)) Jylliene: ::rushes to the group:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Thank you. Nijil tr'Korjata: I could have transported au here mimipavilion: ::notifies the Chief Nurse to watch Ens. Lauren:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 7/6/18 Chirakis: Everyone, congratulate COMMANDER Lawliet for recognition of a job well done. Tarisa: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: Congrats mimipavilion: Congrats Jylliene: Congratulations! Lawliet: Thank you everyone. Amanda Davis PhD: Wonderful, Lawliet. Dergin: WTG Lawliet! Dacia Sandero: Yay Chirakis: I must say that we seldom promote to full Commander. It is a privilege, and well deserved. And it involves a lot of paperwork on his part. ::grin:: Lawliet: lol Chirakis: Which means... that he gets to fill in for Scott when Scott is gone. Chirakis: Enjoy. mimipavilion: ::smirks and is glad she isn't a full commander:: Dacia Sandero: Fun Chirakis: Captain Ramson, TBS? Kallah Ramson: short one I think, 2 hours Chirakis: 2 hours. Chirakis: TBS is 2 hours. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Words from the crew, beginning with Dergin. Chirakis: I am the GM, but I am not the commanding officer of Aegis. Chirakis: My character is Chief of Security. Chirakis: Captain Ramson is in command of Aegis. Commander Coleridge is second in command. Chirakis: And the reason for that is personal preference on my part. Chirakis: Does that answer the question? Dergin: Interesting Chirakis: Other questions from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. Far From Over Cayne & Chirakis Bustling crowds filled the commerce deck as soon as station lockdown ended. Of the hundreds who crammed the lifts and stairs, only a few questioned the reason for lockdown. In fact, most didn't seem to care as long as they could browse, shop, or enjoy their favorite restaurants. Above them, along the mezzanine, plain clothes security personnel wandered among civilians or relaxed at tables that conveniently overlooked strategic areas. Kirel stepped from the lift and paused briefly. A few children who caught her eye waved excitedly. Kirel merely nodded in return, knowing that the older children placed bets on the number of times she waved. Though Aegis offered a variety of amenities, it was still a space station, and, as children everywhere, they needed more distractions than Aegis offered. Such naivete, thought Kirel as she began a slow, measured pace down the stairway and into the crowd. For the most part, civilians on station led sheltered lives, trusting explicitly in the station’s defenses and command team to keep them safe. They had no idea how close they had come to disaster. As for Kirel, Captain Ramson’s words would last way beyond the situation’s resolution. “Officially,” Ramson had said, “V'Mal is an agent compromised by a Vulcan isolationist he was investigating. A rogue agent working on his own. Officially this event is over and all that's left for Command is to pick up V’Mal and Mason and her crew. “But this is far from over. “In private I am being told to to stay on alert,” Ramson continued. “There's more going on than one lone agent. Command is still trying to figure out what's going on. They cleared Mason's mission but no one remembers why.” Kirel wound her way through the crowd, stopping only occasionally for congenial discourse, before entering the security complex to call Commander Cayne. “We have much to discuss,” where her only words, as no others were necessary. They shared the same concerns: the Stone of Gol, V’Mal’s collaborators, and the Lore Kings’ transwarp conduit, to name a few. Hopefully they could formulate at least one plan. “Commander,” she said, hearing the faint swish of her office door. “Make yourself comfortable. This could take a while.” "Do I need a carafe of coffee this time or will a large mug do?" He said jokingly, though with a sliver of truth. “Take the entire station’s supply if you need it,” she replied as she pulled up a screen on the main console. Only three lines appeared: Collaborators, Stone of Gol, and Conduit. "I am back at my early Academy days, presentations being the hallmark…. I'm guessing the first two are related more directly?" “Does it strike you that they are related?” She turned to face him, her expression serious but not to the point of being dire. "I'm guessing the stone was V'Mal's main instrument second only to those that helped him. They had to help him get it, but once he had it their mission was a whole magnitude easier." He brought his arm up to his face as though there was a cup is his hand. He became irked once he realized he was daydreaming non-existent cups of coffee. Kirel waved a hand toward the carafe. “Coffee, Commander. Then I have a list we must consider.” 'Yes please, before I eat my hand." He paused. "This a to-do list?" “A list of V’Mal’s accomplices... from V’Mal, via Major Butts.” Half-turning in his direction, she gave a slight grin and threw a list of names onto the screen, adding. “He was very persuasive. Do you recognize any of these names?” Cayne peered at the screen as if he was an old man seeing a hologram for the first time. "Hmm, I think two of those I have seen before, but… I'd have to get more information before I can tell you why I know them." He tapped the two names to highlight them. “Where you know them from will do, Commander, and why they might be accomplices. Do not worry about your security level. It jumped a few levels as soon as you came to Aegis through October.” She waited. He seemed hesitant, though judging from his squint, it could have been his age. “So which ones do you know and why could they have become accomplices?” She studied his highlighted names. "The first one has no serious infractions, just so many of them. Mostly theft, but nothing violent. Not sure they shared V'Mal's vision, only profit. Hmm, I guess profit, not prophet," he quipped, spelling out the last word. "The second name may have agreed with V'Mal, but I believe she moved to whatever vision suited her." “Vision?” "Philosophy... how she thinks the universe should work? I have not met her, only read. I think she may have intelligence community ties. Will need to investigate that." “Indeed.” Kirel stepped back from the screen. “For now, considering this list, we have recognition and possible cause. Personally, I see one lieutenant of Ragor Tal—and I am sure that you have had more than a few run-ins with him. Of the other two, I am not sure, and neither registers as ‘wanted’. However, there are ways to get around that.” After a moment of thought, she faced him. “The Stone is secure for the moment. Our focus will be on this list. You take your few and I will take mine and the unknowns. Can you think of anything else we should address immediately?” "Just get our security team together as soon as possible...I can speak to Gila, if she passes." “Commander, Ensign Gila should be the least of your worries, but if you must, you must. Remember that this is Classified Sensitive Compartmentalized Information.” Cayne nodded. "Right. I have to speak with her on other matters, and will perform my own evaluation. Nothing mentioned here today."
  6. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 6 July 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Things are slowly settling down to normal. Command still has a few things to clean up: the status of the satellite that SubCommander Jorahl is examining at the shipyard; the Stone of Gol that still resides in the security vault; and the mental stability of several security officers who were affected by V’Mal’s psychic episodes.
  7. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/29/18=/\= 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6:00 am) Aegis local. V'Mal is en route to a correctional facility. We await any information he will give to the interrogator. Sick Bay is still dealing with a few who were affected by V'Mal's attack. All departments are collaborating on a plan to deal with psychic attacks. We still know little about the Lore Kings' conduit, but some things are best left alone. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::yawns as he steps out of the lift and takes his place at AuxOps:: Kallah Ramson: ::catching up on paperwork...amazed at how far behind you get in everything else:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on some of the patients after a bit of morning tea:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::sprawled out in her bed, fast asleep:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC:: Chirakis: ::she steps out of the lift and pauses for threat assessment in CnC::: Jylliene: ::arrives at Ops, coffee in hand.:: Chirakis: Good morning, Commander. ::Scott, as she moves to her console::: Kallah Ramson: ::files the last report.... now, of to b..... oh, it's alpha shift. alrightythen.....:: Fletcher Jackson: ::smells the coffee, awe, man::: Kallah Ramson: ::steps out of her office onto the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Indeed. Nothing on fire, no alarms yet... good morning so far. Chirakis: ::turns, hearing the door open:: Good morning, Captain. It is good to see you back. Chirakis: ::nods to Scott:: So far. Tarisa: ::Steps off the lift onto CnC.:: Jylliene: ::agrees with the various sentiments expressed on the CnC thus far:: Tarisa: Miana> ::sleeping peacefully.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::and a passing minion hands him some coffee:: Chirakis: ::takes over TAC while Cayne is taking his time:: Kallah Ramson: Yes, once more back from my hermitage. The spirits of the bureaucracy have once more been appeased. Chirakis: ::she looks up:: Excellent. mimipavilion: ::can't stand the paperwork another minute and heads into main sickbay:: Tarisa: ::Brings her own tea, since she isn't a coffee drinker.:: Chirakis: ::sends several plans regarding psychic attacks to Scott's console with an "enjoy" attached::: Kallah Ramson: ::looks over the command console:: Jylliene: ((And I just read that as with an emoji attached...)) Tarisa: ::Steps over to the SCI console, setting her tea in a safe spot.:: Chirakis: ::vulnerable areas, areas of refuge, civilian participation, PsiCorps, and the like - about ten or twelve plans for his review::: Chirakis: (Of course. Emoji. We need one for that.) Scott Coleridge: ((Somehow I don't picture Chirakis as the "emoji" type)) Chirakis: (she is not) Scott Coleridge: ::starts reviewing the plans:: Jylliene: ::reviews the usual upcoming planned arrivals/departures, cargo & passengers:: Scott Coleridge: ((Now, Jackson on the other hand… )) Fletcher Jackson: ::working on internal ops... huh?::: Fletcher Jackson: ::smirk:: Chirakis: ::checking the status of the defense grid:: mimipavilion: ::does the normal walk through and sees Dacia tending to the remaining patients from the attack:: Scott Coleridge: Captain Ramson, did you have a chance to see my update about the projects I've given to security? Kallah Ramson: No, not fully. Chirakis: ::then she sends an urgent note to engineering regarding a section of the grid:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks them out telepathically as well, frowns and adds some notes on her PADD:: Fletcher Jackson: ::requisition, requisition, requisition.. pass, pass, pass::: Kallah Ramson: can you give me a run down? Scott Coleridge: ::smiles:: Not surprised given what else you've probably had to get caught up on. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinks he's in the Command and Control :: Fletcher Jackson: ::and another water problem?::: Chirakis: ::steps away from TAC:: Good morning, Commander Cayne. Scott Coleridge: I've just asked Chirakis and Cayne to develop some specialized drills to help us better prepare for psychic attacks. Scott Coleridge: I think we can improve response times and better protect civilians. Jylliene: ::is glad that part of the paperwork has passed over to Fletcher:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: I hope so. mimipavilion: ::walks up to Dacia::softly:: Hey how are our guests. Chirakis: ::she moves to her own console:: You hope so, what, Commander? ::looks at him, concerned:: Tarisa: ::Running simulations on her console as she listens in on conversations in the CnC.:: Kallah Ramson: Good idea. Dacia Sandero: ::glances back to Mimi:: Not good, especially mentally. They're going to need a lot of time to recover. Dacia Sandero: I can't really get much of a telepathic link with them. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Have you let Amanda know that they could possibly need her skill set. Kallah Ramson: How long do you estimate setting these up? Jylliene: ::assigns docking over the next few days, leaving openings for the unexpected, which seemed to itself BE expected on Aegis:: Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Well, I've just received some preliminary proposals … so I'll review those and we'll go from there. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::sitting up on her bed, holding her head:: Dacia Sandero: Yes, I let her know she has her work cut out for her. Scott Coleridge: I also think science and medical could help develop some defenses, but that will probably be a longer-term project. Chirakis: ::steps to Cayne:: Commander? Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::in sick bay:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. You got the message that the Cmdr Coleridge is wanting ideas about defenses for future psych attacks. Kallah Ramson: I'll leave coordinating the departments to you. I'd like to be kept up to date on the progress. I might be able to test some of these defenses. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Jylliene: ::passes the relevant info over to Fletcher, so he can prepare for receiving incoming supplies:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Just awaiting news over subspace. Scott Coleridge: ::also hoping that by giving the crew specific goals related to the recent attacks, it helps them feel like they're doing something constructive instead of feeling powerless:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Very well. Fletcher Jackson: ::thumbs up on the supply lists::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Working in some isolated part of the station :: Chirakis: ::she moves back to the security console, checking a few things::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Finally gets to sit down, is able to relax for a moment. This part of the station is rather isolated, so it needs a wireless repeater :: Dacia Sandero: Yes I got that.. hmm ::ponders:: That'll require much thinking about. Chirakis: ::and an urgent message appears, sent directly to her, encoded from Butts:: Kallah Ramson: Anyone in science you do not need for this project, I want working with the shipyard. We still have that device Jorahl is working on. mimipavilion: Good, I'm sure with your telepathic skills you can come up with a few things. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up.:: Scott Coleridge: Of course, Captain. Do you … uh … do you know yet the plans for its final disposition? Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I hope so. I'm already trying to think of some stuff, but I don't have much so far. Chirakis: ::removing her security datacrystal, she slips it in and reads:: Chirakis: ::then encrypts it again and sends it to Ramson and Coleridge::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: let me know once you have something more definite, in the meantime let's keep checking in on our guests. Kallah Ramson: Not yet. Command still isn't pleased with our poking around with it. But they've removed their restraints on our investigation. Chirakis: ::apparently Butts was successful::: Jylliene: ::pulls up the regional map, tracking anticipated incoming vessels - nothing in the next hour or so, but one arriving later in the day:: Dacia Sandero: I definitely will. ::nods and continues to check on the patients:: Scott Coleridge: With all due respect, sir, are you sure we _should_ be poking around with it? Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::almost to tears as she sits on her bed in sick bay::: mimipavilion: ::goes checks on a few of the patients, entering Ens. Lauren's room, sees her sitting up:: Ensign are you ok. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::taking deep breaths:: No, ma'am. Massive headache. Like I've never... ever had. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector :: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> It just started. Maybe leftover from... ::winces hard::: Kallah Ramson: caution is wise. But I think it is important to learn more about it. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::her face is nearly white, tears streaming down as she rocks back and forth::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright can you lay back down for me. ::starts scanning:: +Dacia+ Can you come help me with ensign lauren. mimipavilion: ::props up half the bed for the ensign:: Alright now now lay back Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: Starts to install the repeater :: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::she grips the side of the biobed as she lies down::: Kallah Ramson: Perhaps we might learn enough to then say it's best left alone. As usual in Starfleet, sometimes that's a hard learned lesson. mimipavilion: ::pulls the tray closer to her getting the medication ready while waiting on Dacia:: Fletcher Jackson: ::receives the list and begins to take care of it, one by one::: Dacia Sandero: +Mimi+ Yes, of course ::heads to Lauren's room:: Dacia Sandero: ::arrives with a medkit:: Jylliene: ::can agree with Ramson's observation, given what she's seen:: Scott Coleridge: ::reviewing the proposals, making some notes:: mimipavilion: ::slight nod to check/scan mentally:: Headache, the reason I commed you instead of yelling. Dacia Sandero: ::checks Lauren's signs with her tricorder:: mimipavilion: ::has her tricorder ready for comparison:: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> Her heartbeat is off the charts. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She is panting, not breathing normally. mimipavilion: ::sees the heartbeat:: Alright let’s get the heartbeat down as well as her breathing Chirakis: Ens Lauren> ::pleading:: Please... please put me to sleep... or something. Kallah Ramson: ::ponders a bit:: Commander, what would you do in my place? Would you simply bury it in some warehouse of best forgotten items? Chirakis: ::looks up, now understanding what they are talking about::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nijil> :: taps into the repeater :: +Jy+ Korjata here. Repeater test. Let me know signal levels. Dacia Sandero: ::preps a hypospray with a relaxant:: 50ccs should do it.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: (Cayne out of range of Ramson convo?) Dacia Sandero: ::hands the hypo to Mimi:: Scott Coleridge: Honestly, Captain? I think some technology is so terrible it is best … not forgotten, perhaps, but laid to rest. mimipavilion: ::reaches for the hypo:: Alright we are, just try to relax. Jylliene: ::looks:: +Nijil+ About 85%, Nijil. mimipavilion: ::applies the hypo:: mimipavilion: takes and* Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Niijl> +Jy+ Understood, will strengthen. Korjata out. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She relaxes slowly and her pulse lowers, but it is still high. Kallah Ramson: ::nods:: Possibly so. Kallah Ramson: I would hate to lay it aside however too soon. mimipavilion: Her pulse is going down but it's still high. ::looks at Dacia and softly:: How is she mentally? Chirakis: ::restrains herself regarding their conversation ::: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> She is not thinking clearly, completely focused on the pain. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at her stats on the bio-monitor:: Might not be advisable to give too much at one time. Mentally, still a mess like the other patients but she doesn't seem as bad as some of them. I think she'll be able to recover with proper therapy from Amanda. Chirakis: Ens Lauren> Her pulse decreases slowly, but steadily, and she seems more relaxed. Kallah Ramson: It might also be tricky to take the SubCommander's new toy away from him. mimipavilion: ::nods:: good. What do you think continue give the 50cc's when needed? Jylliene: ::continues with her general work:: Kallah Ramson: That has its own set of dangers. Dacia Sandero: Yes, I'd recommend that to help regulate her heartbeat and adrenaline levels. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: For her part security was business as usual, but Commander Cayne was acting distant toward her. She thought she performed well at the last incident, but now she was not sure :: Jylliene: ::stifles a grin at that:: Fletcher Jackson: ::stops for a donut then goes back to work:: Chirakis: 10:52 PM mimipavilion: Agreed then. ::updates the ensigns file:: Alexis McFarland: ::huggles her pillow:: Fletcher Jackson: ::it feels pretty good to be back at AuxOps with simple things to think about:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne gets an incoming message, from SI-6, but does not open it :: Chirakis: :::blanks her console and steps away for a moment to think::: Chirakis: ::and get some coffee that she rarely drinks in CnC::: Kallah Ramson: For now, add a security protocol to seal and store the device. I'll have to decide what course we will take. Chirakis: ::she puts her cup down and approaches Ramson, waiting for her attention::: Jylliene: ::another thing she's glad is generally above her pay grade:: Kallah Ramson: ::turns to Chirakis:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Let's give the ensign some time to rest Chirakis: Captain, a word? Kallah Ramson: Yes? Chirakis: (q) Is the device you are discussing what I believe you are discussing? If so, was it removed from its secure vault in security? Dacia Sandero: yes, let's Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of Ens. Lauren's room:: mimipavilion: ::exits the room:: Chirakis: Ens Lauren> :::sleeping, but not peacefully::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Dacia Sandero: I wish I knew what exactly happened to them. That might give better insight on how to help them. Kallah Ramson: I guess we need to come up with codenames. We are gathering a nice collection of devices. I was speaking of the satellite Jorahl is studying Chirakis: ::relaxes::: Thank you, Captain. I was... concerned. mimipavilion: I know Dacia Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/29/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Captain, TBS? Kallah Ramson: Bring us to 1:00 pm Chirakis: 1300, then. Words for the crew? Kallah Ramson: none Chirakis: Commander, anything? Chirakis: Words from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none, have a happy holiday week. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 29 June 2018 27 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.117 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6:00 AM) Aegis local. The Vulcan, V’Mal, is on his way to a correction facility aboard a runabout that is “specifically insulated for the psi-powerful. Unfortunately we still have the Stone of Gol and Sick Bay is still dealing with a few who were affected by V’Mal’s attack. All departments are collaborating on a plan against psychic attacks. Meanwhile, the Lore Kings’ conduit is an ever-present concern.
  9. You can outrun the devil if you try. Ethan Neufeld and Chirakis Kirel Kirel watched the runabout fade in the distance. Its pilot, Major Harold Butts, was in reality Commander Ethan Neufeld, SI-6. Yes, he worked within the same organization as Commander Cayne, but that one would not recognize the other was normal in their line of work. SI-6 operatives seldom worked in teams, and they take great care to mask their true identities. She last saw him on Aegis when it was a Jovian class space station. He was sitting in the lower deck lounge with his head buried in a newspaper. Their eyes met once as she passed, but neither one greeted the other. How did she recognize him? She would not jeopardize his cover to reveal that. How did they come to know each other? ‘Tis a long story, and best left alone. She knew him by many names. He wore many disguises and spoke many languages. Such was the life in SI-6: a long string of covert, clandestine, and black operations. Those operations were a part of her life once, but SI-5’s main focus was watching, gathering information, and passing the information on. Did she ever overstep her bounds? Of course. Did they ever call her on it? Once or twice, but only as a reminder. When the runabout mysteriously vanished, Kirel chuckled inwardly. Were it up to her, V’Mal would be taken apart slowly, piece by piece, and kept alive as long as possible. But torture serves no purpose. No desperately needed information would come from it. And she was not tasked with V’Mal’s demise; Neufeld would have that honor. He could be consolingly tender, but he could also be a terrifyingly brutal interrogator. His time with V’Mal would definitely be the latter, and Kirel had no desire to witness it. * * * * * V’Mal woke in a stupor, scarcely able to comprehend the searing that crept up his arm. He heard a whistle and then a hand stung the side of his face. “No time for sleep, V’Mal. We have a lot to talk about.” The Vulcan blinked, head wobbling as he struggled to focus in the foggy vice that gripped his brain. Moments ago, he remembered thinking the merciful end was near. Somewhere beneath layers of Vulcan discipline, he felt dread join a swelling stream of confusion. He still lived, bound to the same rigid metal chair from the first day, excruciatingly stiff and stinking. The scenery hadn’t changed much after he passed out—aside from the catheter securely taped to the crook of his elbow. He blearily watched condensation from the fluid-filled bag next to his head drip on the floor, wondering what cocktail could possibly create such a fire in his veins. That it contained a slightly chilled mixture of dextrose and saline—just enough to rouse him—was immaterial. The result was the same. He looked up at the sound of water sloshing and instinctively clicked his mouth as he watched the man he knew as “Harry” selfishly empty another bottle of water. A dozen glittering bottles of water filled every corner of the compartment, but he hadn’t tasted a single drop in several days. How his burning, sticky tongue thirsted for just a splash, and the nauseated knot of his stomach twisted for a crumb of food. The man hadn’t given him a single second of reprieve from the suppression field. He lifted dry eyes to the overhead of bright, unremitting lights craving mercy, but pressed his lips tightly, determined that his body would surrender first. “Hmm,” Harry hummed nonchalantly, unfazed. “Still shy?” V’Mal winced as the man raked the second chair across the uncovered decking and planted in front of him within arm’s length. Harry strummed a D-minor on a decidedly human instrument, letting the chord hang in a way that snagged even V’Mal’s attention. Harry had deprived him of the basic food, water, sleep, decency, and space. This was a new invasion on the vestiges of his inner peace, and V’Mal felt a pang when he realized he had given the man the exact reaction he wanted. “I can hear what you’re thinking,” Harry began strumming again, staring pointedly at him. “All your doubts and fears. And if you look in my eyes, in time you’ll find the reason I’m here. “And in time all things shall pass away. In time, you may come back someday—” a dramatic pause; then, “To live once more or die once more. But in time, your time will be no more.” Harry let the chords hang once more, the hint of an infuriating expression on his face. V’Mal clamped his eyes shut, wrestling to settle a starved body and mind on the cold curiosity of the man who used his talents in this way. But he found the thought too difficult to hold. “You know your days are numbered. Count ‘em one by one—like notches in the handle of an outlaw’s gun. You can outrun the devil if you try. But you’ll never outrun the hands of time. “In time, there’ll surely come a day. In time, all things shall pass away. In time, you may come back, some say. Live once more or die once more. But in time, your time will be no more.” Fear wedged in V’Mal’s mind on the final refrain: from the look in the man’s eyes he began to believe it was true. “I can hear what you’re thinking…” __________________________________ Collie, Mark. “In Time.” The Punisher: The Album
  10. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/22/18 =/\= 26 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.116 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 pm) Aegis local. The station is slowly returning to normal. All sections are investigating ways to guard against psychic attacks. V'Mal and the Stone of Gol are in security. RSE Antius, RSE Chairo, have left. Starfleet is en route to pick up USS Mason and her crew. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::aux OPS:: Alexis McFarland: ::in class with Annisha and Miana when the lunch bell rings:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tarisa: ::On CnC, at SCI.:: Chirakis: :::steps from the lift into CnC after checking on their prisoner:: Jylliene: ::ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking on patients and stuff:: Chirakis: Commander Kital, report. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happy jump, throwing her hands up.:: Lunch! Chirakis: ::checking the offices, both XO and CO are busy:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj. Butts> +Aegis Approach, Tantalus Niner-Fower-Six. 127 mark 40. Inbound and requesting docking slip.+ Alexis McFarland: Yay! ::giggles:: Chirakis: ::Logs into the main console;:: Jylliene: All stations reporting a return to normal functions. Still working on ways to secure ourselves from repeats of recent events. Chirakis: ::looks up at the call from Butts::: Jylliene: +Maj Butts+ Aegis operations here. Standby for approach vector. Alexis McFarland: Where should we go for lunch? ::heads to the lockers to put away her stuff:: Jylliene: ::glances at Chirakis:: Chirakis: Transponder ID? Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::sends friendly IFF, registered to Starfleet Corrections Command:: Jylliene: ::looks:: Registered to Starfleet corrections.. ::sends the info over to her:: Scott Coleridge: ::emerges from his office:: Chirakis: ::checks it out::: Continue. Priority one. Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens her locker and puts away her books, thinking of where they should go eat:: Tarisa: Miana> Hmmm.... ::Perks up.:: I want steamed buns! Jylliene: +Butts+ Transmitting approach vector for your docking slip now. Jylliene: ::transmits:: Alexis McFarland: Hmm.. there's that Asian place in the food court that sells them. I haven't been there yet but it looks yummy. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Commander, incoming from Starfleet Corrections, docking now. Jylliene: +Butts+ We'll be awaiting your arrival. Welcome to Aegis. Tarisa: ::Quietly working at her station, her tail slowly swaying back and forth.:: Scott Coleridge: Oh? Ethan Neufeld: Maj. Butts> +Tantalus 946, received.+ ::proceeds with docking:: Chirakis: Indeed. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! We should go. Jylliene: ::considers "corrections" an oddly docile name for what type of things it actually deals with:: Chirakis: Perhaps I should meet him? Alexis McFarland: Mm! ::smiles hugs Miana:: Let's go. ::To Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: Unless you would rather, Commander. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::successfully docks and begins securing:: Jylliene: The ship is currently docking. Primary docking ring. Dacia Sandero: ::working with some of the Romulans on some medical experiments they were conducting:: Jylliene: Slip one. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I'm happy to delegate this one to you. Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Given the situations we have had recently, I will meet him at the docking ring. Chirakis: Commander Cayne, take TAC Chirakis: ::exits to command lift:: Primary Docking ring. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::freshens up after long flight and gathers PADD with orders:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Goes to the food court with the other girls.:: Chirakis: ::summoning a detail as the lift moves::: Alexis McFarland: ::arrives at the food court after a short lift ride, looking for the Asian vendor she saw yesterday when she was shopping with Dacia:: Chirakis: ::steps out at the docking ring and proceeds to his slip::: mimipavilion: ::exits her office and walks around medical:: Alexis McFarland: It's over by the Vulcan place there ::points:: Chirakis: ::then she nods to the security detail and stands ready to receive our guest::: Tarisa: ::Tapping at her console as she runs a small simulation.:: Chirakis: ::eyes the interesting craft::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods as she sniffs the air.:: Mmmm....I can smell it. Jylliene: ::assigns possible guest quarters, then resumes the usual checks of requisitions and supplies, planned arrivals and departures, etc.:: mimipavilion: ::stops and talks with some of the Romulans about medical stuff:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::exits the airlock to a greeting party and briefly looks around:: Thanks for the welcome. Alexis McFarland: It smells nice. ::sniffs and lines up and looks at the menu:: Alexis McFarland: Ooh.. this melon bread looks nice. So does the curry bread too. Chirakis: ::steps forward, then stops in recognition::: Major Butts, I am Captain Chirakis, Chief of Security. Credentials, please. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: I don't recall receiving any communiques from Starfleet Corrections telling us we were going to receive a visitor, do you? Tarisa: Miana> ::Orders three different buns and a bottle of ramune.:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> Sure thing. ::hands over credentials:: I'm here to take custody of ::glances at PADD:: Vee-Mal, for transport. Jylliene: No, but I'm not necessarily privy to all the communication that could come through. Chirakis: ::nods as she takes them, checks them over, and all is in order, then hands them back::: Alexis McFarland: ::orders three different buns as well and a can of Jumja Dew:: Chirakis: Your orders, Major? ::hand out:: Jylliene: I'm sure Captain Chirakis will have it well-in-hand. Jylliene: ::slight grin to him:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::hands the PADD over:: Is the prisoner ready? Have a tight schedule. Jylliene: She did approve the docking. Chirakis: In due time, Major. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::grunts:: Chirakis: ::checks the orders, thumbprints, then passes them back:: Welcome to Sky Harbor Aegis. Come with me, please. Dacia Sandero: ::going over the results of the experiments with them:: I'm glad it went well. I'm sure Starfleet Medical will be interested in these results. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> Thanks. ::falls in:: Dacia Sandero: ::them being the Romulans she was doing the experiments with:: Chirakis: ::waves off the security detail as she leads Butts into the lift::: Alexis McFarland: ::sits at an empty table with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::before she enters, to the detail:: Stand guard. ::Then holds the door for Butts::: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::enters lift:: Any good takeout here? Been eating runabout food for a week. Alexis McFarland: (Blubby's!) Tarisa: Miana> Hmm... ::A very serious look on her face as she looks at the buns.:: Curry or beef stew first? Chirakis: We have excellent food, yes. ::the lift door closes::: CnC. Chirakis: ::turns to Butts with a slight smile:: It has been a while. ::Ethan:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches Miana, her serious face is so cute..:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Annisha> :: eating :: Ethan Neufeld: ::waits a beat:: Yeah. Heard this guy is dangerous. How's the recovery? Dacia Sandero: ::decides to eat the beef one first:: Chirakis: Recovery is in process. And yes, very dangerous. Tread lightly. Tarisa: Miana> ::Finally decides on curry first, taking a big bite of the bun. Lets out a squeal of joy.:: Dacia Sandero: ::coincidentally, she also stopped by the bun place for lunch:: Ethan Neufeld: ::nods:: Don't worry. They outfitted the runabout well. Chirakis: I noticed. Only partially, but I did notice. Chirakis: ::the lift stops:: And there have been many changes since the last time you visited. Alexis McFarland: That looks nice. ::Takes a bite of her beef bun::: Mmm.. yummy! Chirakis: ::she presses the open button and steps out ::: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::straightens his jacket and follows:: Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Ma'am. Dacia Sandero: Not bad.. ::wished she and Alexis hadn't already ate dinner when they passed by it last night:: Chirakis: ::nod to Jylliene::: Commander Coleridge, Major Butts, Starfleet Corrections. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> :extends hand to Coleridge:: Major Harold Butts at your service. I hear you have a gift for Corrections that needs shipping. Tarisa: Miana> ::Pops the little ball on her ramune. Her ears flicked as the ball clinked into the bottle.:: Chirakis: Major Butts, Commander Coleridge is our Executive Officer. Scott Coleridge: ::shakes the hand:: Scott Coleridge: Everything in order, Captain Chirakis? Chirakis: Indeed it is. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::nods at Jylliene:: Scott Coleridge: Well that's something at least. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Meanwhile, Nijil was working around the station, well, really eating a sandwich:: Alexis McFarland: Oooh! ::looks at the bottle:: Tarisa: ::Ears perk at the sounds of someone new. She glances up to see the newcomer.:: Jylliene: ::smiles inwardly hearing Coleridge's comment:: Chirakis: May I suggest we meet in your office, Commander? Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::looks at the commander in agreement with Chirakis:: Tarisa: Miana> I always wanted to try one. ::Takes a sip.:: Yummy! Alexis McFarland: ::no line, so she quickly goes and orders a ramune bottle as well:: Scott Coleridge: Sure. Scott Coleridge: ::leads them into his office:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::follows and waits:: Chirakis: ::follows the two::: Chirakis: ::enters and the door closes::: mimipavilion: ::continues her walk:: Fletcher Jackson: ::blink, whisper to Jylliene:: What's going on, Commander? Tarisa: ::Glances over at Jylliene as the others go into the office.:: Did I hear his name correctly? Alexis McFarland: ::rushes back:: Couldn't help it. I've had one before but not in this flavour. ::Struggles with popping the little ball into the bottle but smiles with satisfaction when she finally pops it in:: Coooool.. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::Tarisa:: Think so, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: ::Giggles as well:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat behind his desk:: So, what's the story? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nothing going on across the sector :: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::glances at Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::Whisper to Fletcher:: Seems to be pick up from Starfleet Corrections, probably our guest in the brig? Not sure. Chirakis: There are many things you must know before you take him. Alexis McFarland: ::eats her beef bun which was still steaming hot, eats it slowly:: Jylliene: Some things, I thankfully leave above my pay grade. Fletcher Jackson: Whoooa... Fletcher Jackson: Radical Tarisa: ::Thinking there is some sort of human joke there, but leaves it at that. Her tail flicks as she goes back to her simulation.:: Jylliene: ::glances at Fletcher:: Were you off doughnuts too long? You have to ease back into those jelly-filled ones. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Annisha> :: smiles, but eats quietly :: Chirakis: Commander, would you care to enlightening him regarding his charge? Scott Coleridge: V'Mal is a psychotic psychic. Tarisa: Miana> ::Bites into the beef stew bun next. Gives off another gleeful sound.:: Alexis McFarland: ::wonders what kind of bun Annisha got, drinks her ramune:: Fletcher Jackson: ::has completely forgotten about the donuts behind him::: Alexis McFarland: ::tries a bite of her curry bun:: Fletcher Jackson: Don't quite feel like one, ma'am. Thanks, though. Ethan Neufeld: Ma'am. ::nods at Chirakis:: Commander, V'Mal is being charged with psychological assault, violating self-will, reckless endangerment, and invasion of privacy. My orders are to transport him to a high-security facility. Fletcher Jackson: You know, this whole thing about... that guy? He's bad news. Jylliene: That is putting it rather mildly. Fletcher Jackson: I mean, seriously? He's taking him... somewhere? Jylliene: I'm sure they have facilities for psychic-abled prisoners. Alexis McFarland: ::grins, has some curry on her cheek:: Fletcher Jackson: ::swallows hard::: Scott Coleridge: What sort of facility? Ethan Neufeld: Secure. Specifically insulated for the psi-powerful. Beyond that, is above my paygrade. Fletcher Jackson: Man... I can't imagine having a job like that. ::glance to Tarisa::: Scott Coleridge: And do you yourself have experience transporting dangerous telepaths, Major? Ethan Neufeld: Yes, sir. Certified. Jylliene: ::nods to Fletcher:: Chirakis: If I may, Commander. His credentials are substantial. Tarisa: It is certainly a field of work I do not wish to do. Scott Coleridge: Good. Scott Coleridge: So how do we accomplish this? Site-to-site transport? Chirakis: ::looks to Ethan:: Ethan Neufeld: ::nods:: Recommended for the station's safety, sir. Chirakis: ::Scott:: I will disable the confinement beam and stand by V'Mal until he is transported, Commander. He is well sedated at the moment. Scott Coleridge: Agreed. Will you need anything else from us, either before or after? Should we have him sed_ ah. Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her second bun, looking at the third.:: Red bean paste. ::Eyeing it a moment, before taking a bite.:: Yummy! Ethan Neufeld: ::shakes head;: Negative, sir. Chirakis: He has been, since incarceration, Commander. Jylliene: I will feel better having him off the station. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at both of them:: Then I see no reason why you shouldn't proceed. Captain, the prisoner is remanded to Major Butts. Please oversee the transfer. Alexis McFarland: Red bean, eh? ::also on her 3rd bun, a melon bun, which was nice and sweet:: Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: Scott Coleridge: Major, I hope you don't take it personally when I say I don't want to meet you again. ::wry smile:: Alexis McFarland: He he he... ::eating her bun:: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> Thank you, sir. Wouldn't have it any other way. Chirakis: Yes, Commander. ::nods and exits into the command lift:: Security complex. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::follows Chirakis out of the commander's office, nods at the CnC staff, and splits to another lift:: Primary Docking. Chirakis: ::exits, signs a few papers, then stands by::: +Butts+ Ready to proceed, Major. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::back aboard ship preparing to leave:: +Chirakis+ Go. Chirakis: +Stand by+ Scott Coleridge: ::returns to the CnC:: Never a dull moment on this station. Jylliene: ::nods to Coleridge:: Tarisa: ::Perks up at that statement.:: Chirakis: ::disengages the confinement beam, unlocks the door, and checks the prisoner, all accompanied by a security detail::: Chirakis: +Beaming now+ Chirakis: ::watching him fizzle away::: Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts +Roger+ ::watches V'Mal appear in a secured area in the stern:: +Received.+ Chirakis: ::sighs, glad to be rid of the.. :: +Acknowledged+ Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> ::returns to the helm:: +Aegis Departure, Tantalus 946, requesting vectors for departure.+ Chirakis: ::and very good to see her old friend again:: Chirakis: ::Garand:: Get maintenance to clean this place up. I'll be in CnC. Ethan Neufeld: ::waves a sign Chirakis knows in "goodbye" though she can't see it:: Chirakis: ::enters the command lift and exits on CnC::: Jylliene: +Butts+ Standby, Major. Jylliene: ::glances to Coleridge for a 'good to go' nod:: Chirakis: ::Moves to her console, and sends a private secured message:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Jylliene:: Let's cut this one loose. Chirakis: ::then steps away to watch the departure::: Fletcher Jackson: :::breathes a sigh of relief::: Jylliene: ::nods:: +Butts+ Transmitting now. You're cleared to depart at your leisure. Safe travels to you. Aegis out. Ethan Neufeld: Maj Butts> +Thank you, Aegis. It's been a pleasure. Tantalus 946. ::glances at message, then disengages and heads out:: Jylliene: ::wouldn't exactly call any of what transpired a pleasure, though putting the bow on it and calling it done comes close:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sighs :: mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office to finish up some paperwork:: Alexis McFarland: ::feeling full but satisfied with her lunch as they had back to class:: That was yummy.. we should head back and try some of the other buns too Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Message from SI comes in for Cayne :: Fletcher Jackson: ::and now he wants a donut::: Chirakis: ::watching the runabout fade::: Ethan Neufeld: ::sets the autopilot, and heads into the stern, checks the safeties the engineers installed before he left as V'Mal stirs:: Not sorry for the splitting migraine and general nausea you're about to experience. All's fair. ::watches V'Mal look at him, obviously unsteady:: V'Mal> Who are you? Ethan> ::shugs:: You can call me...Harry Heck. ::Ethan returns to the helm and runabout proceeds on course, its warp signature trackable up to 15 light years where it suddenly vanishes:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/22/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. And thank you, Commander Neufeld, for playing with us tonight. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, TBS? Ethan Neufeld: Been fun. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Chirakis: Don't think too hard now. Scott Coleridge: Let's bring us to the start of the next day Chirakis: So, 6 am next day? Scott Coleridge: Yep Scott Coleridge: Give people a chance to do a little more in logs if they want Chirakis: Excellent. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: About how many people are on the station at any given time? Chirakis: Approximately 2,500. Chirakis: Dergin, glad you could come to watch. Dergin: Been a very long time since I was on the Aegis Chirakis: There are times, Dergin, when it is so fast you can't type fast enough. Dergin: prior to it being called Skyharbor Dergin: I remember Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Security Drills & PsiCorps Cayne & Chirakis Anomalous cerebral dominance is important to psychic ability because this implies a more developed right side of the brain, which is from where psychic ability appears to arise. Specifically, in telepathy studies, the greatest activation occurred in the right parahippocampal gyrus. In addition, the corpus callosum, (the connection between the two sides of the brain) are enlarged in right brained people. Closing her eyes against the information overload, Kirel pinched the bridge of her nose to quell a growing headache. Usually, the quiet seclusion of her office allowed her to think more clearly. Not this time. The more she read, the more respect she gained for medical personnel. Taking a deep breath, she realized that, at this point, her primary focus should be on the station's safety, and not on the minutia regarding telepathy and/or psychic ability. She blanked the screen. Commander Coleridge called for a plan that will lower response times, create concrete duty stations, increase the number of station drills, and prevent psychic attacks. Response times depended on several factors, and they were always an issue, especially when civilians were concerned. All security teams drilled twice a week. No one drill was ever the same, meaning that the situation always differed. Were children involved? Families? Pets? Explosive materials? Was station evacuation required? Were we attacked from within? From without? Bombarded by rogue asteroids? The list never ended. Each department—engineering, science, medical, maintenance, etc.—was drilled once a month. Every civilian area as well, especially the commerce deck during closed hours, with security personnel posing as patrons. And yet, there had to be a better way. Concrete duty stations? A few were located at strategic points, but for the most part security teams wandered throughout the station, and often in plain clothes. For security to be confined to duty stations was actually more of a hazard than an asset. It would allow intruders to pinpoint guarded areas… and unguarded areas. Surely she misunderstood the commander. Preventing psychic attacks? Now, there was something she could deal with, but she would leave the specifics of telepathy and telepathic powers to medical. At the moment, the Vulcan, V’Mal, remained sedated, in high-security confinement, and under 24 hour guard. Some would have called that brutal and unnecessary. In her mind, it was no more brutal than what the Vulcan had doled out to the crew of USS Mason and the security team, many of whom had gone insane. The Stone of Gol was another matter. As per legend, the stone was destroyed by the Vulcan gods. In reality, during the Time of Awakening the stone was broken into three pieces and was scattered over large distances of space. Apparently it was not scattered far enough. Were it up to her, she would smash the stone into a million tiny pieces and scatter them into the suns of a million worlds. Or perhaps she should grind it to a fine powder and lace his food with it. Although… that might backfire and make him more powerful. When the image of Commander Cayne appeared on the viewscreen, she pressed the door’s security release. Commander Wyatt Cayne walked into her office with the same look he always maintained since arriving on Aegis: Just one more cup of coffee. In reality his existence mirrored a nomad, wandering between slumber and wakefulness. He never was in either for very long, and if he was he'd not be able to tell. "I hope you did not take my jab at the size of this station as a personal insult Captain Chirakis, but this place is pretty big," he quipped. "Perhaps that is why the station is such a target. Like many planets, the size allows less savory entities to hide. I can only imagine what acts are planned here for execution elsewhere." She eyed him in silent agreement. Cayne looked for the closest place to sit down. At his age standing for long hours took a toll on his feet, and the rest of him. He clutched his trusty PADD as ideas were far easier to write down than remember. As he sat he opened his personal journal at the list of old man ideas. “I did not consider your comment a jab or an insult, Commander,” Kirel replied. “It is the truth, and something that we must deal with soon. And let us hope that the powers that be understand our situation and will honor our request for funding.” She stood, inhaling deeply, and began the slow pace that helped her think. “What Commander Coleridge has asked us to do will be a long, involved process, Commander. It will definitely demand coffee. So please....” She flicked a hand toward the coffee brewer, a gift from Dr. Davis. “You seem to thrive on the brew. And while you are at it, bring one to me. Very dark. Black. We have much to accomplish.” While Cayne gathered enough energy to stand and move in that direction, the captain tapped her desktop, instantly regretting it. An imposing list of directives appeared on the wall viewscreen. Some tasks were assigned to medical, some to science, and a lengthy list for security and engineering. Cayne returned, she took the mug with a nod, then turned back to the screen. “Where should we begin?” "I'd wager we should clean up that mess from earlier." He gestured as he sat. "I never even got his name, but I suppose 'bad guy' is all I needed." After a sip. "We still have him?" “We do,” she replied with a hint of frustration. “His name is V’Mal of Vulcan, but there are many others I would gladly tag him with.” Cayne laughed. "Everytime I think of a place to shove someone off to I think of Rura Penthe, but as fun at that is to ask the Klingons for help, I'm not sure I want Mister V'Mal making friends with desperate criminals." Cayne sipped again, remembering to add more sugar next time. "We can't really keep him on the station, too dangerous. However if we wish to know exactly where he is at all times...wait, moving him is risky as well," he ended with a huff. “Unfortunately, the decision is out of our hands,” Kirel replied, topping off her cup. “What else do you have?” "I'm of the opinion that we should prepare for disasters here on Aegis based on likelihood. Psychic attacks are certainly something we should consider as part of a whole package of preparedness." He moved his hands as if holding a box in front of him. "We have had plenty of what I would call conventional attacks where ships attack the station. In the same vein we, by training, have done pretty well with those incursions. Let me see, what other attacks...." Cayne became lost in his thoughts as he looked for his next list item. The captain held up a hand, putting her mug aside to lean against her desk, arms crossed. “Instead of moving on to other attacks, I would like to consider the psychic attacks. Have you any ideas?” "Well, our telepathic members onboard are either going to be our strength or weakness. An attack could target them specifically or the only defense against those like myself with no real ability." He frowned. “On the other hand,” the captain interrupted, adjusting to a more relaxing position, “we did have a sizable number in security who did quite well during the Vulcan’s attack. What if we create a PsiCorps, beginning with those in security who have already displayed their ability.” "Sounds like a good idea. We may wish to offer a form of training to anyone with helpful abilities. Medical should be able to help us screen those in security and beyond. Can we contact Betazed or Vulcan for any training they already have?" The captain looked somewhat skeptical while she considered that for several minutes. Then, “We need to tread lightly, Commander. We must consider the consequences of approaching civilians. If we decide to move forward with the PsiCorps and word gets out that we have one, the PsiCorps could come under attack and present us with more of a danger than a protection. “Taking that into consideration….” She paused to pace for a moment, then stopped at her desk. “The Corps must be chosen carefully… so carefully, in fact, that they will not even know we are testing them. They will be vetted to Starfleet Intelligence standards. When we have a sizable group, the chosen will be read into the project. Their uniforms will not be marked. No one will know that they are set apart from the others, except for the chosen few, the two of us, Captain Ramson, and Commander Coleridge. The name “PsiCorps” will never be spoken.” Her gaze fixed on him questioningly. "You want this more of a Black Ops division rather than out in the open." “Not Black. Clandestine. Everything will be done quietly and not out in the open.” Cayne nodded simply and took another sip of his now warm coffee. "How would we run a drill with our PsiCorps? Guess we could have a large enough team to split them up and pit them against each other." “It’s a bit premature to consider training drills, Commander. I have not even suggested the program to Captain Ramson. If Captain Ramson agrees to this proposal, we would move on to vetting, then recruiting. It will be a delicate process because if any of the chosen opt out of participation, we could have a problem on our hands. So, we must tread lightly.” She paced for a few minutes more, then stopped and turned to face him. “Thoughts, Commander?” "The vetting process will indeed take a long time and we need interviews with those of our security team as a starting point. Medical evaluations as well." “Medical and psychological. With the assistance of Drs Pavilion and Sandero. And I doubt that the vetting process will take long since we already have our security team vetted beyond Starfleet standards. And I know them very well; our security cameras serve a dual purpose.” She raised a brow. “Is there something else, Commander? You seem distracted.” "Yeah, you'd be right." He exhaled. "It's about Officer Orrak. I have a history with her that goes back to the latter half of the Dominion war. For months I worked closely with her as her superior before I had to make a hasty exit." He looked up. "So that was it, or so I thought. Then she arrived on Aegis." He drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp. "She's very observant and her facial expressions are bordering on her putting pieces together. Eventually she will have a complete picture. I don't believe she has ties to Cardassia any longer, but I need to make sure she does not get word back that I was undercover there. Pretty sure our avenues of entry are still in operation, but her figuring it out could be a problem. To that end I've sent a request to Starfleet Intelligence for a non-disclosure package." Kirel considered that a while, waiting to be sure he was finished. “Then you would have her sign the non-disclosure agreement and tell her who you are?” "Unless they say otherwise yes." “And I would say that is a wise choice, Commander. However, you seem not only distracted, but disturbed. Are you aware of her entire background?” "As much as she has reported to us and can be collaborated." “Then, allow me to enlighten you.” Kirel slipped into a chair next to him and relaxed. “I would venture to say that some time after you left Cardassia she changed sides. And what I am to tell you further, I must ask you to keep top secret, understood?” "I can sign and NDA," he smiled. "Understood Captain." “I will take your word, Commander. If you break it, there is a very hungry air lock that would enjoy your presence.” She returned his smile. “But to the point….” “You are aware that she was a lieutenant in the Cardassian Elite Guard, but you might not be aware that she was highly decorated: twice for valor, once for injury in the line of duty, and above all, she had been awarded the elusive Golden Emblem for Gallantry. “Not long after the beginning of the Dominion War, SI-6 marked her for recruiting. She had become a turncoat to the Cardassians because of what she witnessed at the top levels. Given her expertise and experience, I would be very surprised if she did not already know who you are. However, if she has not put the pieces together, it is very possible that she will soon, but I doubt that she would speak of it, unless she approaches you privately. “That said, I suggest that you follow through on your idea of non-disclosure, and I will gladly be your witness. A simple precaution.”
  12. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 22 June 2018 26 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.116 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1200 hours (12:00 PM) Aegis local. RSE Antius and RSE Chairo have departed. Ma’ev’s crew has decided to remain on Aegis. Quarters are being arranged for any who want to stay permanently. Commander Coleridge has called for a plan that will lower security response times, create concrete duty stations, increase the number of station drills, and prevent psychic attacks. Science, engineering, and medical have been directed to brainstorm creative ways to defend the station against any future psychic attacks.
  13. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/15/18 =/\= 25 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.115 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis local. Most of the station is returning to normal. The children are rushing to class. The commerce deck is getting ready for business. V'Mal is still here. The Stone of Gol is still here. RSE Antius, RSE Chairo, and USS Mason are still here. Ma'ev's crew is still here. Starfleet is en route to pick up USS Mason and her crew. Captain Ramson is on medical leave. Commander Coleridge is in command. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: ::CnC, sending information to SF Command::: Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, reviewing department status reports and trying not to think about the things he doesn't want to think about:: Alexis McFarland: ::except that she isn't rushing to class since its only 7 am, and is instead still in bed asleep:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, doing medical stuff:: Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in sickbay as well:: Chirakis: ::she steps away from her console and begins her normal pace:: Tarisa: ::Steps off the lift onto the CnC. She makes her way to her console.:: Scott Coleridge: ::notes Chirakis is pacing, but in her normal way, not in her "everything is on fire" or "someone is about to get fired" ways:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is taking a bath after an early breakfast.:: Alexis McFarland: ::yawns and opens her eyes, sighs:: Chirakis: ::stops at Scott and says quietly:: Commander, you are the OIC, which means I am your second, which means that you should send all your extraneous material to me for processing. ::suggestive look::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post, but wondering about his request to Starfleet Intelligence :: Fletcher Jackson: ::thinking that everything is too quiet::: Annisha: :: brushing her teeth :: Dacia Sandero: ::gets out of bed and walks over to the bathroom, starts to brush her teeth and comb her hair:: Dacia Sandero: ::the one in the sickbay, since she didn't have time this morning... quickly finishes and returns to the sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I actually don't have that much going on… it’s all pretty standard. Alexis McFarland: ::brushes her teeth, washes her face and stuff as well, and fixes her hair before heading to the kitchen to replicate some breakfast:: Chirakis: All due respect, Commander. Standard or not, I suggest that you take this time to relax. It does not happen often. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila was maker her rounds on the commerce level :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne did not look relaxed, per se :: Fletcher Jackson: ::reports, reports, reports, and too much junk::: Tarisa: ::Ears rotated in the direction of the conversation, and she quietly works at her console.:: Scott Coleridge: ::grudgingly hands Chirakis several PADDs:: I'm not as good at pacing as you. Chirakis: ::takes the PADDs:: You don't have to pace. Whatever you prefer is appropriate. Chirakis: ::having watched everyone as she talks to Scott, notes Tarisa's use of her super hearing and Cayne's ill ease::: Alexis McFarland: ::notices a new children's cereal in the replicator menu:: Romul-Yums. Sounds yummy. ::replicates herself a bowl after feeding Chester the pug:: Fletcher Jackson: Commander, RSE Antius and RSE Chairo request permission to depart. Alexis McFarland: ::replicates some OJ and toast with butter and jam as well, and begins to eat her breakfast:: The Romul-Yums making the milk a light green colour. Alexis McFarland: That's cool. Scott Coleridge: ::glances up:: Oh really? Chirakis: :::she continues to walk, PADDs in hands, and completes her rounds, then places the PADDs on her desk as she glances at Cayne, then turns:: Tarisa: ::Perks up.:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, sir. Fletcher Jackson: ::to Coleridge::: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Captain Chirakis, do we have any reason to need those two ships to stick around? Chirakis: ::ponders that:: Since we have not had a directive from RSE High Command, I would say that they may depart whenever they please. Chirakis: ::leaving out that it will reduce the stress level on station:: Alexis McFarland: ::nomming her breakfast:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods:: Agreed. Mr. Jackson, give them permission. Fletcher Jackson: ::looking from Coleridge to Chirakis and back a few times:: Fletcher Jackson: Aye, sir. :::informs the ships, giving separate departure corridors just in case::: Fletcher Jackson: ::gives them a priority one departure code to clear the corridors::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Listening to the conversations on CnC :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets out of the bath, and starts to dry off. She then runs off back to her room with the towel to finish getting ready.:: Chirakis: :::then she turns back to Cayne as she sits at her private security console:: You seem anxious this morning, Commander. Chirakis: ::begins plowing through the PADDs::: Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her breakfast and takes a quick sonic shower before returning to her room to change:: Chirakis: ::and realizes exactly what he meant by "standard":::: Annisha: :: Drinking some juice, eating some toast :: Chirakis: ::has a thought:: +Mimi+ Dr. Pavilion, what is the status of Ma'ev's crew? Alexis McFarland: ::Changes into a cute frilly turquoise dress and blouse:: mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Healthy. May I ask why? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It is nothing Captain. Just tidying up some unfinished business. Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets ready for school.:: Alexis McFarland: ::checks out her appearance and swaps the blouse with a sleeveless sky blue top, before putting on a red bow for her hair:: Chirakis: +Mimi+ Curious, Doctor. The RSE ships have departed without them, which made me wonder. ::continues working on the "standard" PADDs::: Annisha: :: Puts on something...black :: Fletcher Jackson: Ships are away, Commander. mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ Well, that's just... odd, to say the least. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks his coffee :: Chirakis: +Mimi+ My thought as well. However, we have accommodations available if they require them for the long term. Annisha: :: Thought the dress was tasteful, even if it was dark :: Chirakis: ::flicks through the PADD, sets it aside as complete::: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles, looking cute in her blue dress:: mimipavilion: +Chirakis+ I will pass the accommodations message along to the Ma'ev crew. I'll make sure that they can send their requests to OPS. Is there anything else that is required of my services, ma'am? Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts on her white sundress and shoes.:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks at her shoe closet and chooses a pair of matching blue sandals:: Chirakis: +Mimi+ None at the moment. Thank you. ::finishes up another PADD::: Scott Coleridge: Captain Chirakis, Commander Cayne, a word please. Chirakis: ::stands and moves to Scott::: Chirakis: Yes, Commander. mimipavilion: ::sends a message to the Ma'ev crew that the accommodations are available and can send their requests to OPS:: Alexis McFarland: ::paints her finger and toenails light blue as well, to complete the look:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to Coleridge :: Alexis McFarland: ::becoming pretty good at it after Dacia taught her how to paint her nails:: Fletcher Jackson: ::suddenly a pile of accommodations requests appears on his console::: Scott Coleridge: I've been thinking about our recent crisis … and while security responded quite effectively, it was a situation we the entire crew weren't prepared for. Scott Coleridge: After we've all had another few days to recover, I'd like to schedule several drills. Both the standard drills, but I also want you two to try to come up with some drills reflecting our recent situation. Tarisa: ::Quietly working at her station. Trying to not pay attention to the new conversation, but it is difficult.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::lets out a breath, then pulls up the list of available::: Chirakis: ::attentive::: Scott Coleridge: Meanwhile, I'm going to have science, engineering, and medical start trying to brainstorm creative ways to defend the station against any future psychic attacks. Chirakis: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: I know that we hope not to see anything on the scale of what happened now that we have the weapon in our custody, but I know that you two both don't put much stock in wishful thinking. Chirakis: ::slight smile:: Scott Coleridge: So, I'm sure we can come up with something that at least provides partial protection in the future. It will also give the crew something productive to do to help us move forward from this. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: How about I cook up a scenario Captain...s? Alexis McFarland: ::Checks out her nails after they dried off, smiles:: Chirakis: ::nod to Cayne:: Excellent, Commander. Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Cayne:: Sure. I think that we've just become very used to physical attacks on the station and responding to those imminent threats of damage. This kind of soft, psychic attack just isn't something we were really prepared for. I'd like to see our response times decrease and have some more concrete duty stations and standard responses for this type of occurrence. Alexis McFarland: ::slips on a pair of of open-toed sandals to show off her painted nails:: Chirakis: ::pondering the preparedness needed and immediately thinks of Lawliet::: Chirakis: Commander, as I recall, we have a few telepaths aboard who might assist Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs her things and heads off to Alexis' quarters.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A weakness of this station is that it is so large, one of the largest in the Federation. Scott Coleridge: Indeed, I'm sure their insight will be invaluable. Scott Coleridge: ::cracks a smile:: You don't need to tell me that, Commander. Some of us had to take it apart and put it back together again after moving it across several sectors. Chirakis: 10:50 PM Annisha: :: All in black :: Alexis McFarland: ::in light blue and white:: Scott Coleridge: If there isn't anything else, that should be good for now. Let's give the crew at least 3 days of respite and then you have my permission to start scheduling drills at your discretion. Chirakis: ::pondering the logistics and the possible consequences of drilling while we have V'Mal and the Stone here::: Chirakis: Yes, Commander. May I speak with you privately? Tarisa: Miana> ::Chimes Alexis' door.:: Scott Coleridge: Certainly Scott Coleridge: ::motions towards his office:: Chirakis: ::moves in that direction::: Alexis McFarland: ::hears chime and opens the door:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters his office:: Alexis McFarland: Miana! ::Hugs:: Chirakis: ::when the door closes::: Commander, your vision and ideas are excellent. However, I would like to draw your attention to SF Command's cautionary "this is not over yet". Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs.:: Hi. Chirakis: V'Mal is in high security and the Stone of Gol is in the vault. Neither of those has been adequately tested. In fact, this is their first use. Alexis McFarland: ::Checks her chrono:: Let's go see if Annisha is ready too Chirakis: I respectfully request that we have minor drills until that problem is resolved. Chirakis: At the moment... Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Chirakis: At the moment, Commander, security remains at high alert, which means shifts are doubled for many. They do not know why, but it is something we must have until V'Mal and the Stone are taken away. Alexis McFarland: ::heads over to Annisha's quarters and presses the chime:: Chirakis: ::stops there, awaiting his response:: Scott Coleridge: Right, and I didn't mean to suggest that this should be an all-encompassing project. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Fletcher Jackson: ::accommodations... accommodations... accommodations... bingo!:: Scott Coleridge: Rather, I just wanted to broach the subject of holding these drills and exploring some better responses to the situation. And I want to give you the latitude to determine the appropriate intensity of the drills as you see fit. Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. mimipavilion: ::yawns and stretches:: Chirakis: (last words) Alexis McFarland: ::presses chime again:: Are you still sleeping Annisha? Scott Coleridge: I see both the drills and the defense R&D as longer term projects… I don't expect us to come up with answers overnight. And I certainly hope we won't need them. ::shudders:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/15/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: What would take us sort of mid-shift? Chirakis: 4 hours Scott Coleridge: Let's do that then Chirakis: Very well. TBS is 4 hours, which takes us to lunch time - the children will be happy Chirakis: Words for the crew? Alexis McFarland: Yay! Scott Coleridge: Enjoy the quiet time Chirakis: Indeed. Words from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 June 2018 26 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.116 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The past 24 hours have been uneventful: a rarity for Aegis. Of course, we still have the Vulcan V’Mal in high security, the Stone of Gol in a high security vault, and two RSE ships waiting for word from Romulan High Command—or just waiting. Starfleet is en route to pick up USS Mason and her crew. While everyone else is slowly returning to normalcy, Captain Ramson, Commander Coleridge, and Captain Chirakis have too many unanswered questions. Was V’Mal working with others, and if so, with whom? What will happen to the Stone of Gol? Why does Starfleet Command have no record or memory of approving USS Mason’s mission to Aegis. In essence, this situation is far from over. As the sim begins, things are quiet on the station. It is Tuesday and the children are scrambling to get to school before they earn demerits, Captain Ramson and Commander Coleridge have had a fairly good rest, and the commerce deck is slowly coming to life.
  15. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/8/18 - 10:04 PM=/\= 24 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.114 TBS is 0 hours. The time is 0600 hours (6:00 am) Aegis local. Officially, V'Mal was a rogue agent, brainwashed by Vulcan separatists. Starfleet will retrieve USS Mason and her crew. Unofficially, and known only to Ramson, Coleridge, and Chirakis: ~There are too many unanswered questions, ~V'Mal may have been working with others, and ~This situation is far from over. In general, Aegis is trying to get back to normal operations. Captain Ramson is resting per doctor's orders. Commander Coleridge is resting after a trying night. Captain Chirakis is in command. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: :::CnC, monitoring where she was before::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Jogging to work listening to Jim Croce's Operation over his UT :: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking on patients and things:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sprawled out on her bed, still sound asleep.:: Lawliet: ::walking into the CnC:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical, going over reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::in her bed, still fast asleep as well:: Tarisa: ::Enjoying an early breakfast in the commerce area.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Passing the world by as he speeds toward the lift as he passes through the commerce level :: Chirakis: ::she steps down to the main console to check reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Breakfast Wrap and some tea:: Alexis McFarland: ::that Dacia left her, since she was hungry:: Lawliet: ::walks over to the science terminal and signs in:: Dacia Sandero: ::drinking a cup of tea and a scone for breakfast:: Tarisa: ((Are you eating that in your dreams?)) Annisha: :: In her quarters eating some sim-u-sausage and better-be-eggs :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating her pillow:: Chirakis: ::she catches a strange sight: her TAC officer sprinting through people on the commerce deck:: Alexis McFarland: ::wakes up after she chokes on a feather, spits it out::: Ugh... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Waves at Tarisa :: Morning... Tarisa: Miana> ::Rubbing her belly as she sleeps. A little drool runs down her cheek as she dreams about the sushi bar.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Leaps into the lift just before it closes :: Tarisa: ::Perks up, waving to Cayne.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::thinking it's pretty quiet, then shrugs because it's only 0609:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We should do lun... :: to Tarisa just before the door closes :: Fletcher Jackson: ::working at the main OPS console with Ens Lackey working aux OPS::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Command and Control... Alexis McFarland: That's not a breakfast wrap. ::puts the wet pillow and exchanges it with the one on the bottom, then goes back to sleep:: Lawliet: ::looking through the various reports since last night:: Annisha: :: Drinks her Might-Be-Orange drink :: Chirakis: :then she begins to wander through CnC, as usual, checking things, answering questions::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: unscrews his thermos of coffee and takes a sip. People on the lift give him a strange look. :: New blend from Garvaran II. Chirakis: ::and she comes to Lawliet:: Good morning, Commander. Anything new to report? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Continues on his way :: Dacia Sandero: ::finishes then heads to the medical labs to check on their experiments:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: The door does its stop and hiss, then the doors open :: Chirakis: ACTION> The regular lift does not stop at CnC. Cayne is trapped just below, on the mezzanine. Alexis McFarland: ::Curls up under her blanket back asleep:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits the lift and goes to another one, unless they installed an anti-gravity slide :: Lawliet: ::looks up:: Morning Captain. Nothing out of the ordinary...as far as ordinary goes around here. Chirakis: ACTION> The other lift is for command, so he scores. Chirakis: ::she nods:: Ordinary serves us well after what we have been through, Commander. Tarisa: ::After finishing her breakfast, she walks around commerce, sipping on her tea.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Checks into the command lift. You think it would be something special, but no. It looked like any other lift. He got on and proceeded to the CnC :: Annisha: :: Eats a strip of kids-don't-know-it's-facon :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits onto the CnC :: Sorry I ran a little late, but I...err, ran here. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Goes to tactical :: Lawliet: I wouldn't consider myself a gambler, but how long do you give it? Chirakis: ::turning to Cayne as he enters, late, and not a little sweaty::: I noticed. Chirakis: ::turning back to Lawliet:: As long as it takes to sort this out, Commander. Beyond that I would not speculate. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Rough sleep combined with a strange blend of coffee from Garavan II. Annisha: :: Gets her PADD out to read the station news :: Chirakis: ::glance to Cayne:: I see. ::clearly not pleased:: Lawliet: ::nods and returns to his work:: Dacia Sandero: ::notes the results of a piece of litmus paper:: Hmm.. interesting. Chirakis: ::she steps closer to Lawliet and her voice lowers:: Commander, keep a close watch on everything, especially things that you... sense, more than things that your console tells you. Annisha: :: Noticed the cover had a silhouette of a pointy-eared girl and the text "Aegis Command's new Places You Can't Go" headline :: mimipavilion: ::gets a bit headache from the Children's Home reports:: Chirakis: I doubt anything will happen that is out of the ordinary, but I prefer to be careful. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Waves his hand and opens up the tactical display. First the highlights since last he logged on ::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes the promising results into her PADD and sets a reminder to check again tomorrow:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Almost rolls out of bed, which quickly wakes her up.:: nya! ::Sits up quickly. Her white hair is pointed in all directions.:: Annisha: :: Sees another article: Romulus In Pictures :: Fletcher Jackson: ::begins to check reports to see if there is anything he should forward::: Alexis McFarland: ::her throat feels pretty dry after eating her pillow, looks around for something to drink:: Lawliet: ::looks up and nods:: Always Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets a three-dimensional map of the sector :: Alexis McFarland: ::picks another feather out of her mouth:: mimipavilion: ::notes its the same story:: Chirakis: ::she turns toward Cayne's information to study it for a moment, then returns to the command station:: Dacia Sandero: ::heads back into the sickbay:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Quite across the sector. Just how I don't like it. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow:: You would rather have something happen? mimipavilion: ::likes the quiet in sickbay, goes out into main medical to find Dacia:: Chirakis: Action> Many of Ma'ev's crew are still assisting in medical, having no desire to leave the area. mimipavilion: ::finds her and walks up to her:: Hey since it's pretty quiet here I'm going to the CnC, think you can mind the store? Dacia Sandero: Yeah, sure thing. mimipavilion: ::notes some of the Ma'ev crew working in medical and nods:: Good. I'll be back. mimipavilion: ::heads for the tl, enters and orders it to the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::glad the Romulans assisting them:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up, still a little groggy, and walks down the hall.:: Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and heads to the kitchen for some water to drink:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC:: Chirakis: ::since she is not one to sit around, she moves away from the command console and wanders again::: Chirakis: ::at the sound of the lift, she turns, then nods:: Doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Captain Lawliet: ::looks at the sensors and decides to extend his mind a bit:: Alexis McFarland: ::replicates a glass of cold ice water and takes a sip:: Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Anything new, besides many who are exhausted? Tarisa: Miana> ::After a quick stop in the bathroom, she makes her way to the kitchen.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Zooming into various areas for a look himself :: mimipavilion: ::shakes her head a bit:: No, all's quiet on the medical front. mimipavilion: Just glad the Ma'ev crew are assisting in medical. Chirakis: Interesting. And they do not wish to return home? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Wondered what Tarisa was up to as they had not really spoken in a while. Then looked down at logged flight paths over the next week :: Alexis McFarland: ::Orders a Blubby breakfast wrap from Blubby's delivery service, which materializes in her replicator quickly after:: mimipavilion: The general census is they do not wish to leave the area. Fletcher Jackson: :::the reports are piling up as he continues to check requisitions:: Lawliet: ::opens his eyes and give off a brief sigh:: Chirakis: ::she ponders that for a moment::: Do they give a reason? Alexis McFarland: ::takes the wrap and her water and sits at the table after replicating some dog food for Chester the pug:: mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: No they haven't. But I am beginning to wonder. Alexis McFarland: ::begins to eat her breakfast wrap:: Chirakis: ::she nods:: I would be inclined to believe that this station and its medical corps is much better than they have ever seen. ::she smiles:: Not to mention the medical staff's expertise and concern. mimipavilion: ::nods and smiles:: Especially from the CMO. Chirakis: There are not many medical facilities in the quadrant that are as well stocked and manned as ours.... especially the CMO. Chirakis: And I understand that they appreciate their billeting. mimipavilion: True. Given this station's history, better safe than sorry. ::pauses:: I've heard that too. Chirakis: ::keeping an eye on Cayne:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: All manner of ships are doing normal ship things :: Tarisa: ::After finishing her tea, she heads off to the labs.:: Chirakis: And it is good to see shipping returning to normal. ::random thought:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Playing with the replicator menu, unsure of what she wanted for breakfast.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::except that they create a lot of paperwork::: mimipavilion: ::smirks:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Even the Korjata vessel is putting around. Lawliet: ::gets up and walks over to the replicator:: Lemon Iced Tea. Chirakis: ::turns:: It is? Exactly where are they "putting around?" mimipavilion: ::looks at Cayne:: Fletcher Jackson: ::as the morning ages, more people file maintenance requests, and he shunts them to Ens Lackey with a chuckle::: Alexis McFarland: It's nice to make your dream a reality. ::enjoying her wrap:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: At the far edge of the sector and will enter the next sector in three hours. They are full with farming supplies. Lawliet: ::takes a nice swig from his cup:: Chirakis: Farming supplies? ::disappointed:: I hoped they were headed this way with a fresh supply of their crops. Annisha: :: Reading and looking at holo pictures... wonder if that would be a good pastime :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They are dropping off and loading. They will return in four days. Chirakis: ::she nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::watching an episode of Urchin Bill Triangle Shorts on the holoviewer as she eats her breakfast:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Reportedly there will be a supply of non-replicated coffee in their haul. Chirakis: Excellent. It has been a while. Which brings me to notice your fresh supply. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods :: Had to take it on the go. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's naturally sweet. Chirakis: I see. ::she is relaxed enough to actually give a cursory smile::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Cream is a go, sugar is not. Lawliet: ::walks over to the observation platform and looks down at the commerce level:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I will bring some for a pot tomorrow morning. Chirakis: Even more excellent. Thank you, Commander. Doctor Pavilion, you should join us then. Fletcher Jackson: Captain. ::he swivels toward her:: USS Iowa is requesting departure clearance. Chirakis: ::Jackson:: Clearance granted. Put them on the Starfleet band, restricted corridor. Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. ::turns back and sends the message:: Chirakis: ...and tell Captain Kelley, good hunting. mimipavilion: Ok then Fletcher Jackson: ::stops, then smirks:: Yes, ma'am. Annisha: :: Listens to some music. There were billions of songs to choose from :: Lawliet: ::continues to drink from his cup:: Chirakis: Action> USS Iowa departs, taking Strike Force Bravo with them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taps and moves around on his display :: Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Hopefully they will not be needed for a long time. mimipavilion: I hope as well. Chirakis: ::and notices Cayne playing with his display::: Lawliet: ::turns and walks back to his station:: mimipavilion: ::notes that Captain Ramson and Commander Coleridge are not on the CnC::Chirakis:: Do you require my assistance in day-to-day activities? Chirakis: Not at the moment, Doctor. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/8/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Chirakis: A very quiet, relaxing sim. Unusual, but enjoyable for me. Chirakis: TBS will be 24 hours. In that time, hopefully everyone will be refreshed and ready to go. Chirakis: Questions or comments? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.