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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |28 February 2020 3 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.155 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to hunt for the cause of and a cure for a strange illness. A comprehensive review in the conference room was called to be sure that we are on the same page. Possibilities discussed included the gremlin DNA, their anatomy, and the chemical spray they release for protection. Could the real issue stem from the genetically modified, more potent gremlins on Missouri since their crew has experienced worse symptoms? Their area has been quarantined and their physicians are proceeding with caution. Aegis and Missouri’s personnel are collaborating on an antidote and/or a counteragent against the illness. Removing the gremlins from Aegis was considered a possibility. However, the resources needed to accomplish the move and where they would be sent present a problem.
  2. As the 25th season begins, Aegis finds itself preparing for war. With the disappearance of the Breen, freedom has come to those who were held captive as slaves for several generations. They began to explore new worlds, many of which were in Joint Allied Space. Some settled peacefully and were welcomed inside and outside of Joint Allied Space. Others that preferred dominance over peaceful existence formed the Alien Alliance that used a nebula string to move freely into and out of Joint Allied Space. The Federation and Joint Allied Powers soon realized the aliens' thirst for conquest and began to prepare for war. As Captain Kelley of USS Iowa explained, "The Alien Alliance is not only establishing itself throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. Intel on their ships and armaments, most of which were stolen, is unbelievable. If they bring us to war, Kirel? It’ll make every other war look like a party… and Aegis will be in the center.”
  3. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/21/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2.00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Command has called a meeting with all staff in the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Scott Coleridge: ::in the meeting room, laying out cookies in pleasing shapes:: Dacia Sandero: ::makes her way to the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::on her way to the conference room as well:: Chirakis: ::in her office, wrapping up a conversation with command:: Jylliene: ::having handed off Ops, headed to conference room:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC withy Dacia and goes to the Conference room:: Cptn d'Ka: :::enters via command lift::: Dacia Sandero: ::follows Mimi into the conference room:: mimipavilion: ::takes a seat:: Scott Coleridge: Commander, doctors. ::gestures at cookies:: Dacia Sandero: ::sits down as well, and settles in:: Jylliene: ::enters:: Chirakis: :::the admiral finally finishes talking, she blanks the screen, grabs her PADD, and exits her office, aiming toward the conference room:::: Cptn d'Ka: :::in step with the captain, enters the conference room::: Chirakis: :::approaching her chair, she waves d'Ka into one next to her, then sits, obviously exhausted:: Cptn d'Ka: ::settles in::: Chirakis: :::Scott, as she checks those attending::: Commander Coleridge, when you are ready, proceed. Jylliene: ::PADD out, taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: I've been reviewing the reports from your respective departments. Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sitting opposite of Kital :: Scott Coleridge: It seems like you have been making good progress answering some of the questions that have been raised in these past weeks. Scott Coleridge: I wanted to take this opportunity for us to review what we've learned so far, and what your current lines of inquiry are, so that we're all aware of what one another is doing. Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Mimi:: Doctor Pavilion, where are you at with your investigations? Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana! :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listening :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she is snuggled.:: Tarisa: ::Quietly sitting in the CR.:: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at Mimi:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sitting off from the table :: mimipavilion: We have found that the gremlins are probable cause of what has been affecting the crew, but to what extent is still unknown. It is believed that their DNA may hold the key as well as their anatomy. Scott Coleridge: If that's the case, should we consider removing the gremlins from the station? Chirakis: :::glance to d'Ka with a curious expression::: mimipavilion: Most likely. Cptn d'Ka: ::paying more attention to the doctors:: Scott Coleridge: All right, we'll come back to that point in a moment. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Tarisa:: Commander Tarisa, could you summarize science's findings so far from your efforts? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: At this point also, we're not sure if it's the DNA from the gremlins themselves, or from their chemical odour spray they released Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Tarisa :: Dacia Sandero: ::also looks over at Tarisa:: Chirakis: ::mental notes, relaxing and listening::: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with her friends:: mimipavilion: ::looks over to Tarisa:: Tarisa: ::Perks up and nods.:: Yes, as stated, we believe the cause is likely the gremlins, but at this point the how of it is escaping us. But I believe they are more like a simple diversion planned or simply by accident. It seems the real issue may stem from what the Missouri has been experiencing. Cptn d'Ka: ::raises a brow:: Scott Coleridge: So we have a connection between the gremlins and the Missouri? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading something on his PADD :: Tarisa: ::Taps a little console on the table, bringing up a display of the modified Missouri. She nods to Scott.:: These were picked up by the Missouri. The are genetically modified gremlins. Alexis McFarland: ::playing her radio controlled AMC Gremlin in the park:: Scott Coleridge: Interesting, gremlins on gremlins Cptn d'Ka: :::fingers steeple, looking to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Anything to report from engineering's end? Tarisa: This variety seems more potent, so much so that the confined spaces of the ship allowed the "spray or stench" to be more concentrated. Their scrubbers were unable to keep up. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Woken from his trance :: Ie, well, the trouble with the replication systems appears solved and there are measures in place to prevent the same thing from happening Tarisa: ::Taps again, new display.:: The crew were experiencing a harsher array of symptoms as opposed to us. Nijil tr'Korjata: Otherwise, the station is just undergoing the normal set of issues any station would have. Scott Coleridge: ::nods to acknowledge Nijil while listening to Tarisa's addition:: Tarisa: ::Is done for the moment.:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa and Nijl,taking it all in:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Chases after the toy gremlin.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We have ruled out forms of radiation resulting in sleep problems. I am still having my vivid dreams, so they do not seem related. Scott Coleridge: So we have two sets of gremlins, one aboard Missouri and one aboard Aegis, each causing or somehow involved in the problems affecting both crews. Jylliene: ::continues taking notes:: Scott Coleridge: Earlier, I asked if we should consider removing the gremlins. If we decide to do that: what resources will we need to accomplish it, and where would we send them? Scott Coleridge: ::glances at Cayne, who is probably more familiar than most at the table with how extensively the gremlins have inhabited the disused parts of the station:: Cptn d'Ka: :::looks to Scott as though he has information::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Pokes at his PADD :: Here is a hologram of the gremlin locations. :: throws it up on the table between them all :: Scott Coleridge: Captain d'Ka? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, your science officer's idea is sound. however... Cptn d'Ka: The gene sequence of those on Missouri has been altered somehow. Dacia Sandero: ::listening on:: mimipavilion: ::listening:: Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that yes, they are similar to your gremlins. They are also genetically altered to add another piece to the puzzle... Scott Coleridge: ::gestures at Cayne to wait for a moment while they hear d'Ka's input:: Altered? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Fades the holo :: Cptn d'Ka: It is not actually your gremlins, though they may play a part... Cptn d'Ka: Our physicians believe that it is a composition of both, pointing more toward those on Missouri than to your gremlins. mimipavilion: ::does not like what she is hearing:: Cptn d'Ka: We have quarantined the areas and are proceeding with caution to find more information. ::is finished::: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over:: Scott Coleridge: Noted, thank you.. Scott Coleridge: ::Cayne:: Commander, you were about to explain the logistics of removing our gremlins? Cptn d'Ka: ::polite nod::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Brings up the holo again :: mimipavilion: ::looks at Cayne, then the holographic image:: Chirakis: :::looks to Cayne's hologram::: Tarisa: ::Looking at the hologram.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We need to call a ship that can take them. A Wallenberg class could do it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: We also would need to tag each of them so we can securely transporter them to the ship, rather than leading them through a dock. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: But, we need to get them to their native environment. Jylliene: ::wonders how they'd ensure the safety of the receiving ship:: Tarisa: I would recommend settling them in a location away from the Alliance. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In this ship we could set up an environment just for them. Dacia Sandero: ::nods in agreement:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Searching has already begun, but introducing a species not native to the planet is...tricky mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::leans forward, listening:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It could take a while, as we have to send a team ahead to prepare the location. Scott Coleridge: So removing them is achievable, but we need time to put everything into place. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full medical workup would be helpful :: Looking at the medical staff :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, you said that the gremlins' spray is the agent that's causing the adverse reactions among the crew? Have we started exploring an antidote or counteragent we could use? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes we are exploring that option. Cptn d'Ka: :::hand up to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: Yes, Captain? Cptn d'Ka: Commander, our personnel are also working on such an agent. I will forward what they have found to your personnel. ::nods to Tarisa:: Tarisa: That will be very helpful. Scott Coleridge: Very good. Dacia Sandero: ::smiles and nods::: Certainly will. mimipavilion: Agreed Scott Coleridge: Tarisa, make that science's priority. Work with medical, who will also be continuing to look into the nature of the gremlins' physiology. Engineering might also need to assist if we decide to disperse the counteragent as some kind of aerosol. Scott Coleridge: Commanders Cayne and Kital, you're in charge of the logistics of rounding up and moving out the gremlins. Develop a concrete plan with best- and worst-case timelines based on available resources. Scott Coleridge: Consider building in some flexibility regarding your mode of transport… perhaps we will use a small convoy of ships rather than one larger vessel. It'll depend on what Starfleet can spare us. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks to Kital :: Scott Coleridge: Any questions? Jylliene: ::makes a note to make said plan:: Cptn d'Ka: ::has an idea regarding transporting ships, but will approach that later::: Scott Coleridge: ::looks to Chirakis and d'Ka:: Anything from either of the Captains? Chirakis: Not at the moment, Commander. Cptn d'Ka: ::Nods agreement:: Scott Coleridge: Very well. Thank you everyone for your contributions so far. Let's get back to work. Dismissed. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Excellent work, all. Chirakis: TBS will be the next morning at 0700. Chirakis: Commander, any thoughts for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or thoughts from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  4. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |21 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1400 hours (2:00 pm) Aegis Local. The latest information regarding illness, dreams, hallucinations, and other strange events on Aegis seem to have no connections. Medical and Science have been collaborating to pin down the cause(s) and hopefully find a remedy. Command has called a meeting in the conference room at 1400. The meeting invitees have been expanded to include staff from all departments.
  5. We do have an opening in security. If there is time this Friday night we can talk about coming aboard.
  6. Welcome back, CTHuskyMan. Sky Harbor Aegis runs on Friday nights @ 10 pm EST. Aegis's present date is 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 - after the devastation of ch'Rihan. Located between former Breen space the Joint Allied Powers, the station's mission is to monitor that area of space, to ensure the safety of the station's inhabitants, and to serve as a way station for cargo, guests, and ambassadorial personnel. Aegis offers varied opportunities for its simulation. Visit us on a Friday night, watch for a while, and decide if this sim is for you.
  7. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/14/20 = /\ = = /\ = 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 = /\ = TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some have recovered. The gremlins’ VIP area is a possible origin. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office with the door open:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working at CnC science station:: Dacia Sandero: ::analyzing the gremlins' DNA strands:: Chirakis: ::swivels her chair to a tactical screen::: Chirakis: ::sets it to sweep::: Jylliene: ::the requisitions are different recently; orders for things that might help ease sleep, and so on:: Chirakis: ::she's not actually looking at the screen, just using it as a focus point to consider the latest findings, some of which are very strange::: Scott Coleridge: ::reporting to the CnC, looking a little more refreshed than in previous days:: Chirakis: ::there has to be a trigger somewhere::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the situation:: Scott Coleridge: ::circulates the CnC once, observing the officers at their work, pleased that despite all the strange goings-on, everyone is focused on their tasks at hand:: Chirakis: ::wondering if science and medical are working in tandem:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Had the dream again, this time playing some kind of game. He'll have to replicate it here. Bet Annisha would get it :: Dacia Sandero: ::yes, probably is working with Science:: Tarisa: ::Steps into the Med Lab.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters engineering for his morning shift, still catching up with what he missed :: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles as Tarisa:: Good morning.. Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping, dreams she's a farmer:: Tarisa: Morning. ::Smiles.:: Anything new? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Feels shorter :: Jylliene: ::wonders how things would be different had she chosen a different path in the academy:: Jylliene: ::then returns to her work:: Dacia Sandero: Not much, though I just got in myself. Chirakis: ::checking the latest reports from medical::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Working, though he felt out of sorts still. Probably should not operate heavy machinery :: Chirakis: ::finally exits her office, the door shutting behind her::: Annisha: :: Annisha was eating her breakfast, but started to feel like every time was breakfast :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing there looking at the morning work board. Was torn between making the script smaller or getting a larger board :: Chirakis: ::nods to Scott, noticing that he actually did get rest last night::: Tarisa: ::Sighs:: We need to focus on a cause. Doing so might lead to a permanent remedy. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone handed the authorization forms for him to sign off on :: Chirakis: ::steps up to Jylliene and waits for her attention, as she notices the overload in front of the OPS console::: Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at a map of the sector :: Jylliene: Captain. Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think our suggestions help but don't solve much Jylliene: How may I help? mimipavilion: ::to self:: Solution, why are you being elusive? Dacia Sandero: Think of where to start is the hardest part Chirakis: Good morning, Commander Kital. I see Lt Dran on CnC. Have you an idea where the rest of science and medical are working? Jylliene: Last I knew, in the science lab and in medical - shall I see where the computer has them at the moment? Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the microscope of a chemical sample of the gremlins' spray:: Chirakis: :::considers that:: Please do. mimipavilion: ::goes to the lab:: Jylliene: ::nods:: ::consults computer:: Jylliene: Computer shows them in the medical lab, ma'am mimipavilion: ::enters the lab:: how are things going on in here Dacia Sandero: Drawing a blank right now, but then we did just barely get started. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. ::noticing Lt Dran working in CnC, she approaches, but does not want to disturb the lieutenant's thoughts, as she looks like she may be on to something::: Jylliene: ::nods:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens her eyes and lies in bed:: mimipavilion: Then shall we get started. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Signing and signing, he was not sure what to make of these dreams. One the one hand they occupied his thoughts throughout the day, on the other.. what was the other? :: Alexis McFarland: ::picks up her PADD and starts reading her messages:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: Yes,let's. Scott Coleridge: ::working on several requests for resources related to some of the ongoing investigations:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::cross-referencing chemical samples:: Chirakis: ::the lieutenant is completely focused on her work::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking for issues from the CnC :: Scott Coleridge: Captain, it might be useful for us to call a meeting with science and medical later today. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the samples:: Scott Coleridge: I think we could all use some updates and make sure we're aware of what everyone else is doing. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Looking over samples.:: Chirakis: However... ;::she moves toward him:: sooner rather than later? Dacia Sandero: ::rubs chin::: Chirakis: Or must they gather more information first? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking over to the big power core :: Alexis McFarland: ::relaxes and stretches out, reading her Twooter:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sends the latest information to Aegis::: Scott Coleridge: Whenever you think would be convenient. I'm just looking at some of these requisitions. The scope of our investigations keeps getting broader: computer viruses, fatigued crew, the ship component data from Missouri, and now the gremlins... the more departments and personnel involved, the more decentralized everything becomes. mimipavilion: ::goes to the holo-table and pulls up a rendering of the gremlin anatomy:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::glaring at the few results coming from the search. Considering if the computer is mocking her or she has completely botched the data set entered:: Scott Coleridge: I'm concerned we're going to see duplication of effort and perhaps miss something in the process. Chirakis: ::after consideration, she nods::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: What do you think, 1400? Dacia Sandero: ::she does a detailed molecular scan, trying to find any kind of correlation:: Chirakis: 1400... :::ponders::: Agreed. Scott Coleridge: I'll notify the relevant departments. mimipavilion: ::goes through their anatomy trying to figure out if something may be out of place:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Scott Coleridge: Do you want to invite Captain d'Ka as well? Perhaps he can provide some insight? Chirakis: Possibly, though their problem doesn't seem to be the same as ours. Chirakis: I will approach him and ask. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries the replicator :: Computer, one lemonade. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: It appears, then Nijil reaches to get it. Looks the glass over, puts it to his mouth and swallows :: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::looks up from his work but does not interfere with her thoughts::: Scott Coleridge: ::notifies science and medical departments of a special meeting at 1400: department heads will bring any personnel required to report full findings thus far:: mimipavilion: ::gets a notification about a meeting:: Dacia Sandero: ::gets a buzz on her PADD and reads the message:: Oh, OK. I hope we have something substantial by then. mimipavilion: ::hears Dacia:: agreed Cptn d'Ka: @ ::calls for the reports from Missouri's medical department::: Dacia Sandero: Best keep lookin' I suppose. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Cptn d'Ka: @ :::reading through their reports, considering every angle:: Scott Coleridge: ((I'm imagining d'Ka turning the reports so that he can read them from different directions.)) Cptn d'Ka: @ ((always the best way to read)) Chirakis: ((two minutes)) Chirakis: :::sits at the command console::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Very well. TBS will take us to the conference room at 1400. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Note from the captain - we are again at 100% attendance. Thank you. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  8. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 2 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.154 TBS is 12 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis and USS Missouri continue to pin down the cause of strange dreams, hallucinations, and allergies. Not everyone has been affected. Some personnel seem to have been passed over and/or no longer have a problem. Others continue to fight it off. A study that was passed on to security pointed to the gremlins’ VIP area as a possible origin, though that has yet to be verified. Approximately 15 to 20 personnel are still in the medical complex.
  9. The Little Things Security Locker Room A high pitched screeee echoed through security's locker room, the sound of Ens Stacy Slater twisting and poking at the door to her locker. “What the hell, Stace!” came from the other side. “Haven’t oiled that thing yet?” “Well, I would oil that if it took oil, Gaz! Find something that’ll stop the squeak and I’ll owe you one,” she retorted, finally twisting it enough to get her locker to closed as Ens Guido Gazelli rounded the corner and made himself comfortable against the locker next to her. “Seriously, Gaz,” she said on a sigh. “You’d think that a new starbase would at least have lockers that don’t attack you when you need ‘em.” He shrugged. “Could be worse. And it’s only the locker, right?” Another exasperated sigh, and she nodded, then straightened her equipment. “Graveyard’s got me off guard. And our little friends on deck 42, but I got....” She stopped cold. “Damn, Gaz. I left the bars in my locker.” “No problem. I got it,” he said, pushing away from the adjacent locker. One hefty jerk managed to pull the locker open. He grabbed the energy bars, then closed and secured the door without too much noise. “So, you’re on 42?” he asked, handing her the package, then continuing “Me, too,” as she slipped the bars into her satchel. “Awesome,” she managed as they moved out. “And we’re on two hour rotations, but I’m not sure it’s going to make much difference since it upsets our circadian rhythms, like the chief says.” She adjusted her uniform and ran a hand through her close cropped red hair. It glistened in the dimmed passageway illumination. The soft tread of her regulation boots might have been silent for humans, but not for gremlins. They apparently had "good sniffers", as her mom would say, and she was right. “So… what’s in the satchel,” Gaz asked as they stepped into the lift. “Smells great.” “They’re pretty good. From my mom.” Handing one to him, she continued, “I wouldn’t call them great. But our little friends love ‘em. Especially when they play up and down the passageway. They don’t make a mess so it’s no big deal.” The lift opened and she stepped out, but Gaz stared at her until the lift began to close behind him. “They play up and down the passageway?” “Yeah,” she said with a nod. “Sometimes climb the bulkhead. They play most of the night.” Slowing his pace, his skepticism echoed in his words. “They play most of the night.” “Yeah.” She stopped to stare at him. “You don’t see them, Gaz? I mean, they’re right there, coming our way.” He looked around. “No. No I don’t, Stace. We’re the only ones here.”
  10. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 2/7/20 = /\ = = /\ = 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 = /\ = TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. To ensure the health of personnel, 4 hour watch has changed to 2 hour watch. Science and Medical are still working on the cause of the illness. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel are fighting off allergies instead of hallucinations, cause unknown. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Jylliene: ::heading to quarters:: Chirakis: :::CnC, finishing up a few things:: Dacia Sandero: ::in her study, which used to be Alexis' bedroom and looks over their findings about this health epidemic:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil finds himself working on a panel on his way home, making a house call.. or in this case a panel call :: Nijil tr'Korjata: ODN lines... ugh. :: he gruffed :: Alexis McFarland: ::playing in her room, having just finished having dinner with her family:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, at her desk, trying to figure out what's going on:: Annisha: :: Studying (honest) at the dinner table, wondering what the replicator will think up tonight. She set it to create meals she liked with the nutrients parents approved. Did she consider what her mother and father might like? Eh, whatever :: Jylliene: ::heading down the corridors:: Chirakis: :::exits her office, nods to the OIC, and enters the command lift::: Security. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne stared at the display before him as if it was going to suddenly jump out at him :: Chirakis: ::entering security for a brief check with Garand::: Annisha: :: She was studying history, her people's history. She found it the hardest to get a grasp on. She knew her father was not a typical Rihan, nore were her grands :: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a monitor of chemical samples of whatever the gremlins' spray:: Jylliene: ::sees Nijil ahead as she heads back:: Nijil? Alexis McFarland: Jat'vash. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves :: Yes my e'lev. Just doing some work I saw on the docket before I got home. Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::sighs:: So far, 5 more in the medical complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil seemed to have a bit of energy for this time of day, perhaps coated with some nerves :: Jylliene: ::nods and stops nearby:: Chirakis: Um.... ::takes a while to think::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to a plot of all people on scanners on the station. At this level everyone was just a dot, so it was more like a heat map. Oh, he could do that too :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to her :: How are au feeling? Chirakis: ::Garand:: And what is their watch station? Jylliene: Well enough, thanks. Jylliene: And you? Feeling recovered? Annisha: :: Flips her tablet over to call Alexis :: +Alexis+ Hey there. Alexis McFarland: ::walks over to her tablet:: +Annisha+. Hello. Did you have dinner yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: Like I went on a vacation, did not sleep, but a sense of refreshment. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good. Annisha: +Alexis+ I'm waiting for people to come home. Letting the computer decide. Annisha: +Alexis+ Hey, if I put "redacted" on my Rihan history paper, do au think that will be both funny and true? Jylliene: ::Watches him work:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ What people? The delivery man? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places down his optical scanner and turns to give her a long kiss :: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ I think so. Though I don't know if the teacher would agree. Jylliene: That's a nice greeting. ::grins:: Annisha: +Alexis+ We are a complicated lot. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. ::sips some green tea:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: lets her go :: The other engineers didn't think so when I tried it earlier. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Yes. I agree, what a last assignment of the year Chirakis: Garand> VIP decks...Captain. Jylliene: ::laughs:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of cheesecake for dessert:: Jylliene: I wouldn;t figure. Tarisa: Miana> ::Reading in her bedroom.:: Tarisa: ::Sitting in her office, going over the data.:: Chirakis: And what is the most prominent area? Jylliene: Almost finished? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Are you almost finished it? Chirakis: Garand> Um :::pages through the list::: VIP quarters, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes up :: Let's head home Chirakis: Very well. Carry on. Inform me of any more incidents immediately. Chirakis: Garand> Yes, ma'am. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ So, what's for dinner, Annisha? Annisha: +Alexis+ Do au know who au are dressing up as for your project? Jylliene: Let's. ::accompanies:: Annisha: +Alexis+Computer will let everyone know. Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Not sure yet... Chirakis: :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Jylliene :: So how are your dreams? Still having them? Chirakis: ::exits, looking for the physician on watch::: Jylliene: No, nothing of any note. Different ones here and there. Normal. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Logs out and lets someone else take over, nodding as he heads for the door :: mimipavilion: Bishop>::sees the Captain enter and goes over to her:: Hello Captain, how can I help you? Alexis McFarland: ::Lying on her bed with her feet dangling in the air behind her:: +Annisha+ Did you decide yet? Chirakis: A word in private, Doctor. Annisha: +Alexis+ Ie'p, the most dangerous person in our history. mimipavilion: Bishop>::nods:: Tarisa: ::Grabs a tea from her replicator and sits back down at her desk.:: Chirakis: :::follows::: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Sela? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I can dress up as her. Annisha: +Alexis+ Early history, when Vulcans and Rihans parted ways Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Ahh... him. mimipavilion: Bishop>::in a secluded corner:: Chirakis: Doctor... how many personnel are presently in medical with symptoms of hallucinations? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits a lift at the commerce level, going to walk around for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters their quarters :: Annisha, we are home. Annisha: :: hears them :: Hey, :: pounds on the table :: I'm workin' mimipavilion: Bishop>::thinks:: Approximately 15 to 20 Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Jylliene: ::ponders:: On that project? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: To Annisha :: Are au watching those classic two-dimensional moving pictures again? Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Maybe I'll be Surak then? Chirakis: And do you know where they were working? Or at least most of them? Annisha: Ie, I'm talking to Alexis. I'm going to be the leader of the separation movement. mimipavilion: Bishop> The VIP quarters I believe. Annisha: Logic be damned! Alexis McFarland: I'll play you a Diddy on my Vulcan harp. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, au certainly fit the profile and have the energy for it. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: A fitting choice, definitely Alexis McFarland: ::grabs her harp and plays a few notes:: Annisha: :: Gestures like she's playing the air accordion :: Chirakis: ::thinking::: Annisha: +Alexis+ Party on Lexi Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+ Party on Anni Chirakis: :::continues:: What area of the VIP quarters? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Annisha, then to Jylliene :: Well, time to let the computer feed us. mimipavilion: Bishop> I think near where the gremlins are, ma'am. Chirakis: ::nod:: Thank you, Doctor. mimipavilion: Bishop> No problem. Tarisa: ::Sighs as pauses again. She then brings up side by side data between the Aegis gremlins and the ones the Missouri discovered.:: Chirakis: ::exits, enters the lift and orders it to the rendezvous point for Cayne::: Jylliene: ::wonders what the choice will be today:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the nearest cafe, Stella Illos Leones :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Still no coffee? Ugh... whatever you have that is strong Dacia Sandero: ::studies the chemical compound of the gremlin spray:: Chirakis: :::enters the restaurant, spots Cayne::: Commander ::nod:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Enjoy your dinner, though I wonder who Miana should dress up as? Chirakis: Just make sure it's not so strong that you are flat out on the floor, Commander. ::sits, ordering tea:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Sneezes:: Annisha: +Alexis+ Tell her I said jolan tru Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain :: stands :: Alexis McFarland: OK. Chirakis: As you were, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: sits back down :: Something going on around the station? Chirakis: ::server:: And my usual. Chirakis: Always, Commander. Always. Chirakis: ::relaxing against the chair back she gets right to the point:: Commander, have you been on VIP deck lately? Jylliene: ::has a seat:: Who have your friends chosen? ::to Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The replicator creates three plates, each with a sandwich, topped with meats, cheeses, and sauces. Beside them were crispy potatoes and a pickled cucumber. :: Alexis McFarland: ::debating wether to call Miana up or just go over and visit since they're right next door to each other:: Chirakis: (cholesterol heaven, Nijil) Nijil tr'Korjata: (replicated, so like or fat-free everything ) Alexis McFarland: ::decides to head over to Miana's and presses the chime on her door:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets the plates on the table :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up, runs out to the door.:: Come in! Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and comes in:: Hi Miana. You have dinner yet? Annisha: For their project? I think someone is doing some Earther who flew kites Jylliene: Flew kites? Hm. Chirakis: :::waiting for his answer as the server moves away:: Annisha: They catch the wind and stay in the air. Shockingly boring I say Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Nods, with happy tail.:: I did, but I have dessert! Do you want some? Chirakis: ::::he seems to be exhausted::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns :: Oh sorry Captain, withdrawals from caffeine. Alexis McFarland: Sure. What kind of dessert? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not for a week or so. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I need to send a team up there? Jylliene: Well, there must have been something significant about it if they were a choice for the project. Chirakis: No, Commander. When you were there, did you notice anything... unusual? Chirakis: Anything unusual in the air, that is. Tarisa: Miana> ::Grabs Alexis' hand and takes her to the dining area where a pie is sitting on the table.:: I think they called it the nut of the coco, with cream. Annisha: I guess so. Each culture has significant figures in their histories. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Not really. Rather quiet though, like some hotel during a quiet season. Alexis McFarland: Oh yeah, I was talking with Annisha about our school project. She wanted to be the Romulan leader who separated from Vulcan after the Time of the Awakening, and I was gonna be Surak. Did you want to dress up as anyone too? Sounds nice! ::squeezes Miana:: Jylliene: ::has some of the sandwich:: Alexis McFarland: Neesha sends her love and jolan trus Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Dress up? Who would I dress up as? Chirakis: Well, it was built for VIPs. ::sips:: Alexis McFarland: Anyone you want, really. It is our last assignment before school ends for the year. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a bite :: Alexis McFarland: Someone wanted to be the guy who flew kites and got electricity Cdr Wyatt Cayne: True :: drinks :: Bet they have more space than they need, certainly more than my place. Annisha: :: Eats :: Mmm, mustard. Chirakis: :: thoughtful nod:: Commander, when did you last rest? Alexis McFarland: ::produces a plate of cheesecake:: I also brought some cheesecake for you. Annisha: Father, au think I can have the doctor alter my appearance so I really look like that Awakening guy Jylliene: Don't you think that's a little much for a school project? Nijil tr'Korjata: Certainly not surgery...but I think they can do somethings I can't Annisha: It's only to instill fear into those that do not follow me, err, him Jylliene: Mhm. Tarisa: Miana> :;Sniffs.:: Oooo Chirakis: ::picking at her dinner, more concerned than hungry::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: Miana> ::Takes it and places it by the pie. She then grabs two plates, forks, and two glasses of milk. Then she hops up in a chair.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yesterday afternoon...at my desk Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing I've not done before. On missions. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and sits with Miana:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nibbles on the pickle :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Serves the cheesecake and pie.:: Chirakis: ::wry grin::: On your desk. ::puts her plate aside:: Your circadian rhythm is off after being on mission so often. Alexis McFarland: Yay yummy Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries the pie.:: Mmmm Jylliene: ::continues eating:: Are there any traditional family activities you recall from your childhood? ::to Nijil:: Alexis McFarland: ::also tries the pie:: mmmm yummy Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I bet Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 7 am next day. Questions or comments? Chirakis: Seeing none, Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |7 February 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1800 hours (6:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and Medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness that seems to target certain individuals and/or species. An immediate concern is the possibility that whatever is in the atmosphere could change genetic markers. Science is working on several things: Testing to judge the natural purpose of the illness. Is there a possibility of designed intent, or is it a side effect of something else? Will new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyard help? Are the infected personnel safe? Are the gremlins part of the problem? Is stress from overwork causing or exacerbating the problem? Instead of hallucinations, USS Missouri personnel are fighting off allergies from the gremlin-like creatures' corporeal remains. As a precaution, they have quarantined several crew, and are in the process of obtaining new atmospheric scrubbers from the shipyards.
  12. Aegis Mission Brief 1/31/20 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have found caged corporeal gremlin-like remains and a metal box buried in pieces of the Alien Alliance stealth ship. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Chirakis: :::CnC at the master console::: Tarisa: ::Still in the med lab, working.:: Chirakis: :::reading through information from Missouri::: Dacia Sandero: ::in medical, looking at the DNA samples:: Cptn d'Ka: @ ::in his office on Missouri, feeding information to Aegis::: mimipavilion: ::trying to figure out the DNA:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: ::looking up from her console, she checks the status of CnC personnel to see if they have any symptoms of... anything::: Jylliene: ::sorting out messy info:: Tarisa: Hmm... ::Looking at data between the station and Missouri.:: I am certain the difference between us and the Missouri is size. They are much smaller, and the environmental scrubbers could not handle the extra strain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::labeling test samples:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Sounds logical. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::sending his final report::: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::receives d’Ka’s report, thumbs through, frowns a bit and looks up::: Here we go again, Commander Kital. Chirakis: ::stands after forwarding the information to the medical complex:: Jylliene: ::sighs:: Tarisa: As far the cause, we know the Gremlins are involved, whether knowingly or not. I believe the stench they create could be a factor. mimipavilion: It could be. Dacia Sandero: I was thinking the same. When they released their stench through the whole station, I am thinking it might be likely how it spread. Chirakis: ::stops next to Jylliene:: And your family, Commander. Is it recovering, if only a little? Jylliene: Seems to be. It's hard to say, with the dreams. Tarisa: But the real question is how is it changing some of our genetic markers? Jylliene: But they are better than they were. Jylliene: And that'll have to do for now. mimipavilion: ::listening, pulls up her medical file looking at her most recent scan to one prior to the gremlins arriving:: Chirakis: I believe that is better than getting worse. Scott Coleridge: ::in his quarters, resting as part of the temporary lighter duty shifts:: Jylliene: It is. Dacia Sandero: It's mostly humans that are affected by these symptoms, if I recall. Jylliene: ::ponders:: mimipavilion: Yes it is. ::looking at her genetic markers:: Tarisa: ::Nods:: And Romulans, and Vulcans to a lesser extent. Though I have yet to hear any complaints from them. Jylliene: Are you doing well, Captain? Tarisa: Though our races may seem safe at the moment, I still think there is a possibility we can eventually become affected. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: Do you see any differences with the genetic markers? Chirakis: :::realizes that she's been staring into space, she nods:: Yes, Commander. Chirakis: Quite well. Jylliene: ::nods:: Good to hear. Dacia Sandero: Hard to tell at this point, but I need to do more detailed scans. ::Tarisa:: I agree, looks like stress and fatigue from long work hours also play a big part as well. Scott Coleridge: ::also staring into space as he listens to some music, wondering how everyone else is holding up:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright ::softly:: You can run a detailed scan of me, the genetic markers are mine. Chirakis: ::quietly::: Captain d'Ka and I are immune to most illnesses. Alexis McFarland: ::plays with Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Looks to Dran.:: Do you have anything else to add from your own research? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes, Okay. ::does a comprehensive scan of Mimi::: Chirakis: ::leans close:: The power of Sindar blood. ::then stands to resume her pace::: Dacia Sandero: ::notes and comparing her genetic markers from those affected:: Tarisa: Miana> I wonder when people will feel better. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Jylliene: ::makes a brief message and sends:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Maybe they need that green milk stuff Annisha drank. She said she slept well after she drank it. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::exiting his office, he enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Tae'Lynn Dran: There is a possibility the change in DNA markers is like an immune suppressant. Some features are similar to preventing transplant rejections. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Find something interesting? Chirakis: ::as she passes by the command console and notices incoming::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up in medical, but not in a bed :: Uhm Dacia Sandero: Yes, your immune system seems to be more robust than these other samples. I think it could be a reason why you don't seem to be experiencing any symptoms right now. Chirakis: ::glance to Jylliene, nods, then moves on keeping that in mind::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up on two feet and heads to the nearest doctor :: Jolan tru. Appears I feel asleep again. I am returning to duty? Tarisa: ::Takes in what Dran said.:: That sounds plausible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: exasperates :: What a dream. :: Looks around to make sure where he is :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: Commander Kital, take the con. I'm going to check on progress in medical. Dacia Sandero: Dr. NoName>Jolan tru. How are you feeling? Chirakis: I won't be long. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: :;too Nijil:: Chirakis: ::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Jylliene: ::starts making a slow circuit of the CnC, because it does feel good to stretch a bit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kno Naim :: Like a slept really deeply. but awake the whole time. I was talking temporal mechanics with this wom- person for some hours. Nijil tr'Korjata: Au know, cause and effect kind of things, just short of going to a board and writing out equations. Tarisa: I wish we had enough to go on to at least begin preventative measures. We still appear just short, however. Chirakis: ::exits to enter the complex, assuming that they are working through the problem::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: His PADD starts chirping as his PADD is back on duty, even if he isn't :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, it's very complicated. But I feel we are making good progress. mimipavilion: It's coming along. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at his padd :: I'm going to need an entire shift to catch up... wish that other woman was here to help me, even, wait, was I discussing things with myself? Perhaps I have insights into causality that I never knew. Chirakis: ::not wanting to disturb their work, she stops at a discreet distance to listen::: Dacia Sandero: No Name> Ah that's interesting. :::Scans Nijil and checks his brainwaves:: Seem to be doing well, I'll send in my reports but ultimately, your clearing back on duty will be up to Dr Davis and Pavillion, I would think. Tae'Lynn Dran: I am contemplating tests to judge the natural purpose of this illness. Are we experiencing its designed intent or some type of side effect. Alien biologies rarely work together as in an orderly fashion. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she turns to see Chirakis. Can't hide from the kitty senses.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, I can catch up on the administration part of it. Dacia Sandero: I'll try to help with that, if you need it. Nijil tr'Korjata: I will set up a workstation over in the waiting area while they let me know, post haste if au will. Chirakis: ::Nods to Tarisa:: Any new information? Jylliene: ((translation: he's gonna work until he's cleared to work?)) Chirakis: ((Sounds about right.)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes over :: Tarisa: :;To Dran:: I believe the crew of the Missouri might be feeling the designed intent. And as I've mentioned before the size between ship and station could be the reason we are not experiencing the full effect. Dacia Sandero: Dr No Name> You can do that at in your own quarters too.. just sayin Tarisa: ::Turns back to Chirakis.:: Currently brainstorming, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places his padd down and it projects upward in front of him. A series of engineering reports on systems throughout the station. Clearing the easy ones would be the least point of stress. :: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: I will not disturb you, then. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks up at NN :: I will be alright for a time. A new area will help me work. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::exiting medical, he takes the lift to the fighter bay to check for progress::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He swiped and cleared items as if he was a slow Commander Data :: Dacia Sandero: NN> Alright, lemme know if you need anything. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: Very likely. Smaller more dense population always increased transmission. I should study the species diversity on Missouri as well compared to Aegis. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::pondering:: {{Kh’éile, why would the Alien Alliance send their craft toward Aegis with only a few animals and allergens?}} Tarisa: Captain, it may not be an actual fix, but I would recommend the Missouri seek environmental scrubber replacements at the shipyard. They could even safely offload crewman there without affecting anyone, and least until we find something concrete to help everyone. mimipavilion: ::thinks about maybe re-homing the gremlins off station, as well the shipyard as a precaution:: Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: A good idea. Chirakis: ::looks up at his call, but turns to Tarisa::: Chirakis: I will inform the shipyard. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ Working at sickbay until I get cleared. Doing...paperwork they call it? jt Chirakis: You said "everyone". Have we more who are becoming ill? mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis:: Dacia Sandero: :::think that is good idea as well:: Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Isn't the point of not being cleared for duty to rest? Mental duties take a toll just as much as physical+ Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene Message+ PS: Are we having stew for dinner or did we have that last night? Tarisa: Everyone that has been affected, and we have not determined if those not affected are truly safe. Jylliene: +Nijil msg+ Stew is tonight. Jylliene: ::gazes upward briefly, then continues the slow circuit of the CnC:: Chirakis: ::nods contemplatively:: Do anything you can to stop the spread, Commander. Chirakis: And studying the species diversity should help. ::Dran:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making notes in her journal:: Chirakis: Missouri is still working on it. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Chirakis: {{My question as well, Kh’éile }} Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks he should tell Jy everything on the dream, even the temporal mechanics... wait, would that place her in a coma? :: mimipavilion: We should also consider relocating the gremlins away from the shipyard and the station. Cptn d'Ka: @ ::standing outside the bay, watching the crew plow through the remains of the stealth ship::: Chirakis: ::Mimi:: And where would we place them? mimipavilion: At the moment I'm not sure. But it does need to be away from the Alliance. Scott Coleridge: ::yawns and gets up, prepares to do some stretches before he resumes duty:: Chirakis: From the Alliance? Scott Coleridge: ::wonders how science is progressing on investigating what's happening:: Chirakis: As protection? Chirakis: Doctor, let's begin with quarantine regarding the Gremlins. Captain d'Ka informed me that they are not a close species, though they are similar. Chirakis: (Last words) mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::listens and nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Both interesting and difficult. Chirakis: TBS will be 6PM same day. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |31 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and medical are on the verge of discovering the cause of illness on Aegis. It seems to target certain individuals and/or species, cause unknown. USS Missouri’s personnel have been reassembling the Alien Alliance stealth ship that tried to attack Aegis. Two things have been found beneath the rubble: the caged corporeal remains of a small species similar to the gremlins, and a metal box that appears to be a ship control mechanism. None of the Alien Alliance were aboard.
  14. The Core of the Matter USS Missouri Despite USS Missouri's advanced technology, her secondary fighter bay's atmospheric scrubbing system struggled to keep up with airborne particles. As teams slowly re-assembled the remains of the Alien Alliance stealth ship, the crew began to sneeze, cough, and lose their balance… which isn’t exactly the best thing to do when you’re standing on a fragmented ship’s hull with a razor sharp piece of the hull in your hand. As per protocol, the medical team examined all personnel who had been in the bay. After filling them with antibiotics, they were placed in quarantine. Medical personnel hunted down the culprit and adjusted the scrubbers to deal with the allergen. They scrubbed down unaffected personnel and slipped them into environmental suits, complete with sealed helmets and re-breathers. And wasn’t that fun to work in. As he searched through the wreckage, Lt Bill McGrene adjusted his helmet and began to lift a sizable piece of the ship's exterior hull. “Damn,” he muttered, checking out the section. “Looks like a piece of cockpit. Maybe a piece of the bridge?” He sighed, checked it over thoroughly, then finally hollered, “Kazaski, get over here! I need a hand!” The ensign pressed his helmet com to reply, “Comin’ atcha, sir.” Then he began to weave among the pieces toward the lieutenant. “Grab the other side, Kaz. Watch your suit and your six so your suit doesn’t tear. Heft that side over,” McGrene continued, giving Kazaski room for a healthy heave. “Be careful ‘cause there’s something under…” A loud crash echoed through the bay, catching everyone’s attention as the exterior hull flipped off, bounced a few times, and came to a clanging halt. Pausing to catch a breath, McGrene turned toward what should be the ship’s interior. “Figures,” he muttered, pointing to the next layer. “Catch a breath, Kaz. I have no idea how many layers are under here. Ask me and I’d say the Alien Alliance is playing games, and somewhere in the great beyond they’re sittin’ at a bar downing a cold one and having a great laugh.” Another deep sigh, and he turned to the ensign. “Ready for the next one, Kaz?” “Ready as I’ll ever be, sir.” “Good enough. Check your breather, take an extra breath, and let’s go.” Beneath the exterior was another layer, and under that another one before an interior cabin appeared, loaded with…. They froze, staring at the interior’s contents. A whispered, “Damn. Tell me I’m not seein’ what I’m seein’, Kaz.” Swallowing hard, Kazaski replied, “Wish I could, sir. Call medical?” “Yeah. Get ‘em here fast,” he whispered to Kaz, then shouted, “The rest of you, get back to work. You did not see this! Got it?” A chorus of “aye, aye, sir,” came through the communication system. Bill stared at the opening, wishing he’d never seen it, and praying he’d never see it again. * * * * * * * Captain d’Ka stood behind the medical complex window toward the corporeal remains that had been pulled from the wreckage. CMO Mason Mckindley and Chief Engineer Adira Hynson stood beside him, watching several personnel in protective clothing carefully remove several small bodies from a cage. “Doctor, how long had they been in the ship?” asked d’Ka soberly, his eyes flashing red with anger. “Difficult to tell, Captain,” he replied. “Given their present condition, I can say that they’ve been dead for some time. Probably frozen until they were needed.” D’ka forcefully sighed into a nod. “Species?” “Slightly similar to the gremlins on Aegis, but only slightly. At first chance, we’ll process their DNA to pin down the species.” After due consideration, D’ka turned toward Chief Engineer Hynson and pointed toward a small metal box on the opposite table. “The box, Commander? Any idea why that would accompany the cage?” “No Captain,” she replied. “As soon as Dr Mckindley has scanned the box thoroughly to make sure it’s not contaminated, he’ll pass it on to us for examination.” “And your best guess?” “A control mechanism, Captain. One explicitly aimed at Aegis.”
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. We are still on the trail of the illness. Missouri personnel are having allergic reactions. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: ::in her office dealing with several things::: mimipavilion: ::still trying to figure out the fatigue issue:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, working on things:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping soundly in her bed, curled up and having a nice dream:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Helping Annisha with her morning routine, but not feeling himself :: Tarisa: ::Using a med lab, working with blood samples given by volunteers. Some samples were from people affected by the sleeplessness, others weren't:: Dacia Sandero: ::works with Tarisa and helping out where she can:: Chirakis: ::her door opens and she exits, contemplating the last information she received::: Dacia Sandero: ::cataloging the samples from those who consume caffeine and other stimulants and those who don't:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Entering CnC and feeling rather tired :: Chirakis: ::looks up at the sound of the door opening on CnC::: Good morning, Commanders. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Mmm :: looks at his display :: Annisha: :: Eating cereal :: Scott Coleridge: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Tarisa: ::Looking at a sample where the owner was having symptoms, but had not used caffeine.:: I will be introducing caffeine to this sample. Chirakis: ::approaching Scott::: Commander... ::hands him a PADD::: The latest information from Starfleet Command. Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping soundly in her bed.:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: All right. ::watches:: Nijil tr'Korjata: You need to drink your juice sweetie. :: to Annisha :: mimipavilion: ::gets up and goes to Lt. Klaxon:: Tarisa: ::Introduces the stimulant.:: Scott Coleridge: ::frowns more deeply as he reads:: mimipavilion: ::next to Klaxon:: How are you doing Lt? Chirakis: Klaxon> ::not responding:: Annisha: :: Gives him a look :: The voice thingy is working.. I think Chirakis: Klaxon> ::he is alive, though somewhat dazed and confused::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods as he sits :: The translation matrix is working now. Is the accent off-putting? Dacia Sandero: ::watches the results:: Hmm.. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well that's disturbing. mimipavilion: ::notes he is unable to speak: Alright ::look at vitals:: Normal, given the circumstances. ::looks at neural scans:: Chirakis: ::quietly to Scott::: Indeed. Something more to ponder. Tarisa: Interesting. ::Watching the results.:: There is an almost instant result in numerous regions that typically should not be affected. Annisha: :: munches :: Na, au sound different though. Au sure au don't need your head checked? Nijil tr'Korjata: Mimi said there was nothing on her instruments. Tarisa: It seems Dr. Pavilion was right to put a ban on stimulants. It is not the direct cause, but it is working against us. Annisha: I'd say... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: bopps her in the head :: You eat. Chirakis: ::Scott:: I will inform Commander Cayne eventually. Scott Coleridge: Do we need to do anything? Chirakis: We must be more vigilant than we ever have been... Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I can see that, same would go for the long work schedules and overtimes, you can say the same about that since a lot of these people have worked extra time Chirakis: For the moment, the target is operatives... Chirakis: We can be sure that the danger will eventually grow. Slowly... stealthily... the danger will grow. Tarisa: I still do not see a cause. Perhaps a microvirus? We will need examine deeper. Chirakis: Any information regarding the illness? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking at maps of the region, spying a look at sector 001 :: Scott Coleridge: No updates on that yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: So, how is temporal mechanics? mimipavilion: ::decides to take a more detailed scan of his brain to see if there is something deeper or anything out of the ordinary that may have been missed:: Dacia Sandero: I agree, I think it was mentioned this started not long after those gremlins arrived? We should start there. Annisha: Temporal what? We are na studying that yet. That's the upper grades. Chirakis: :::deep sigh::: Anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, Yes. School in general then? Alexis McFarland: ::Stirs in bed and yawns, opens her eyes and rubs them:: Annisha: It's fine. Just fine father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I've worked out the shorter shifts. Chirakis: ::she nods::: Dacia Sandero: ::finds the gremlins' DNA samples and puts one of them inside of a micro-scanner:: Scott Coleridge: I'll implement those starting tomorrow. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::staring at the ceiling::: Scott Coleridge: Basically half-shifts with an hour overlap. Chirakis: Very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Smiles at Annisha :: Keep it up then. Nijil tr'Korjata: Go.. I have people to meet. Alexis McFarland: ::gets up and goes to her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and stuff:: Chirakis: Half shifts. Two hours, then an hour rest, then two hours? Annisha: Au lost your job father. Good thing they weren't paying au. Scott Coleridge: Yes. Annisha: :: gets her bag and starts for the door, taking her plate to the recycler as she went :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Off duty... Chirakis: It sounds plausible. I wonder if that will interrupt their circadian rhythms. Tarisa: ::Begins genetic scan of the samples.:: Do we have samples of the Gremlins? I would like to compare them. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his cup, realizing it's decaf tea :: Annisha: :: Out the door she went :: mimipavilion: ::closes Klaxon’s eyes, but notes they just open back up:: Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks a few times, then stares around the room::: Where am I? Dacia Sandero: Yes, we do. They're in the first row of the tray to your right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Watches her leave and heads to the big display :: Computer, mirror. :: The display turns into a large mirror, showing Nijil in his everyday attire, or at least what it has been for a few days :: Guess this is alright. Looks like I live in the commerce level. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits his quarters and heads to somewhere new :: mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: You're in medical. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Checks his chronometer :: I have some time. Chirakis: Klaxon> ::blinks again:: What happened? Tarisa: ::Nods:: Thank you. ::Adds them to the scans.:: mimipavilion: You became rather fatigued. What's the last thing you remember? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Decides to go somewhere old... sickbay :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later, enters sickbay :: Chirakis: Klaxon> The last thing.... I was on my way to the training room. I think. mimipavilion: The training room. Tarisa: ::Getting some alarms. Her ears perk up, but then flatten as she reads the results.:: This...can not be right... Chirakis: ::Scott:: I suppose trying it would be the best way to figure that one. Anything else? Dacia Sandero: What'd you find? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Not seeing anyone he should know, so sits readying an old copy of Starfleet Medical Quarterly :: Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. The security training room. The captain and I meet there regularly. Tarisa: These genomes...some of the markers are identical... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips over to local crime reports :: Annisha: :: Makes her way to class :: Scott Coleridge: Not at the moment. Other than the fatigue issues, things seem pretty quiet. The engineering cadre has managed to beat back any remaining system glitches. mimipavilion: As in Captain Chirakis, correct. Tarisa: Between the Gremlin samples and the affected crewman samples. Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the screen:: Wow, you're right. Chirakis: Excellent. Anything from science? Chirakis: Klaxon> Yes, ma'am. Captain Chirakis. Scott Coleridge: Not yet. Last I heard they had started analyzing tissue samples. Tarisa: But if you cross reference the crewman samples with scans from the past, those markers do not exist. Dacia Sandero: Ah yes. So this might be our cause, though we still need to find out why or how it's happened. It's a great turning point I think, Chirakis: ::nods:: I'll check with Dr Sandero and Cdr Tarisa. I need to visit the medical complex anyway. If nothing else, carry on. Alexis McFarland: ::eating breakfast of eggs and toast and juice:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: You should inform Dr. Pavilion. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright, ::goes back to see what the blood samples, vitals and related such when he came in:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods::: Definitely will do. Annisha: :: Knocks on Alexis' door :: Alexis McFarland: ::hears a knocking:: Yes, come in. Annisha: :: Enters :: Well if it's na the miiiind reader Dacia Sandero: ::steps outside of the lab:: Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yes. Hi Annisha, you made it up here okay. Did you sleep good? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading the script used in the magazine :: mimipavilion: ::sees if there is anything odd:: Dacia Sandero: Oh, hey Mimi. We found something interesting in the lab, that you should check out. mimipavilion: Alright Dacia. Annisha: :: Getting in a pose her writing teacher does in school :: Au know Ms. McFarland, we say "did you sleep well" Not "good" or "gooder" mimipavilion: ::Klaxon:: get some rest ok. Annisha: I slept better than last night. Father cooked up some funky milk thing that actually worked Alexis McFarland: Hmm, me fail English? That's unpossible! Alexis McFarland: Blue milk? Chirakis: :::moves toward the command lift, stopping to speak to Cayne::: Commander Coleridge has his hands full. I must visit the medical complex. You have the con. mimipavilion: ::goes with Dacia:: What do you have? Annisha: Green. Or was it olive. Said it was in his family for generations. Na sure how he would know that, but it worked. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I'll try to keep the station in one piece Captain. Chirakis: :::Cayne::: I should hope so. :::enters the lift::: Medical Complex. Dacia Sandero: These DNA findings between infected patients, and the gremlins' DNA. There is some certain genetic markers in their samples that match, and hadn't before, before the gremlins arrived. Alexis McFarland: Green milk? I haven't tried green milk before. Tarisa: ::Sees Mimi enter. :: First of all, the ban on stimulants was a correct choice. They were making symptoms worse. But this was not what we called you for. This was. ::Brings up the sample data, cross referenced with the Gremlin data.:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered what kind of medical facility this was as no one asked him anything, but reading this publication was all the attention he needed :: Annisha: I think it's got some kind of plant in it, perhaps it's all plant. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, interesting. How'd it taste? mimipavilion: Hmmm... so the gremlins were more or less the cause. Tarisa: It seems to be localized in specific species so far. Dacia Sandero: That seems to be the case, yes. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reading up on brain therapy, getting a glimpse of the medical level the station risen to, at least two years ago :: Chirakis: :::exits the lift at medical and enters:: Tarisa: How it was done is still a mystery. Perhaps something to do with their stench. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Catches the Captain entering :: Tarisa: The Gremlins themselves may not even know they are doing it. mimipavilion: So now we need to deal with their DNA and purge it from the replicator and affected systems. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Annisha: We have the pattern in the replicator. I'll send au it. Alexis McFarland: Hm, okay. I'll try it tonight. Alexis McFarland: You warm it up before drinking it? Annisha: :: contorts her nose :: I think a little :: Tarisa: I understand the Missouri also has issues. Dacia Sandero: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: They transported the gremlins, right? Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. mimipavilion: Yes they are. I believe so. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the Captain:: Mimi and Dr Sandero are in the medical lab, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Oh sorry, we'll get to you. Head to the bio-bed when you're ready. Tarisa: If they have an advanced form of what we are dealing with, then the size of the station relative to the ship might be a factor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wondered if Nijil was in trouble and the Captain found him :: Chirakis: Commander Korjata. ::nods::: Thank you. ::to the nurse::: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes. I am speaking better now. Here for an evaluation mimipavilion: ::nods:: So... maybe have the Missouri move away enough to reduce the symptoms for both crews. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: And you will return to duty, I hope? mimipavilion: At least until we find a solution to purge the problem from the computers. Nijil tr'Korjata: Return? So soon? Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: Chirakis: I would hope so. Engineering is getting slim. If you are able, you should return. mimipavilion: Alright I'll let the Captain know. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 1/24/20 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: We have quite a few things that should soon be dealt with, so TBS will be 2 hours. Hopefully that will give us time to get a little more information. Chirakis: Missouri will be passing their information regarding their allergy outbreak to us during that time. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: None here Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 January 2020 1 June 2388 - Stardate 2388.153 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Medical, Engineering, and Science are still on the trail of the illness. They believe that an element in caffeine might be the trigger for extreme fatigue, nightmares, and hallucinations. As a precaution, Captain Chirakis has banned coffee and anything else containing caffeine in CnC. Aboard USS Missouri, personnel are experiencing allergic reactions, source unknown. Admiral Mulligan has informed Captain Chirakis that Ragor Tal, a powerful and merciless leader, is now connected to the Alien Alliance.
  17. Times One Thousand In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. It was like the glitches times one thousand. ~Scott Coleridge Captain Chirakis arrived in CnC well before the change of watch, after her daily bout with Lt Klaxon in the security complex training room. Having been given orders to ignore her rank and fight to kill, the lieutenant had become quite an opponent and had mastered skills that could have easily ended her life. But this morning? His steps were uneven, his movements awkward, and his attacks slow. He was disoriented and often unable to focus. Kirel grabbed his shoulders, but he seemed to be in another world. “Lieutenant?” No response. She gave him a firm shake. “Klaxon! Respond!” His eyes glazed over. A trainer on the adjacent mat took firm hold just before Klaxon fainted. He called for assistance and beamed him to medical. Extreme fatigue had overtaken him, as it had many on Aegis. An hour later, the Officer of the Watch turned to the sound of the command lift. “Good morning, Captain,” he said on approach. “Situation normal.” “No ‘AFU’ this morning?” She asked, referring to SNAFU with a wry grin. Her glance swept the area: a ritual honed from SI-5 days, but still pertinent for any entry as far as she was concerned. “No ‘AFU’ this morning, ma’am. Coffee?” “Coffee?” she said sternly. “Decaffeinated, ma’am. It’s supposed to have everything… uh… all the bad stuff removed, ma’am.” Having just dealt with Klaxon, she didn’t trust anything remotely connected with coffee—at least until science and medical verified its use. “Remove the coffee, Lieutenant,” she said quietly, but firmly. “Remove everything even remotely connected to coffee, caffeine, or otherwise until Dr Pavilion pronounces it harmless. Understood?” “Yes, Captain.” After a curt nod she entered her office. Admiral Mullins of Federation Security would soon appear onscreen. In ordinary times they had reported weekly, but these were not ordinary times. Their weekly reports were now daily, encryption was beyond the norm, and security protocol was engaged in her office. Kirel’s desk viewscreen soon came alive with the image of Admiral Mullins. He seemed weary, as though he’d been awake all night, and a man of his age certainly did not need to. It triggered an alarm, like waiting for the next shoe to drop. “Good morning, Kirel. You’re early.” “As are you, Admiral. Should I ask why, or should I leave well enough alone?” The admiral’s slight grunt turned into a smirk. “Well enough alone is best. Report?” “Yes, Admiral.” She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk and thumb through her tablet. “Regarding glitches on station, those have surprisingly disappeared. However, we are now dealing with ...” She checked her list. “... approximately fifty three crew and some families who have extreme fatigue, strange dreams—they call them ‘nightmares’—and hallucinations. Science and medical are working diligently to diagnose the problem. “USS Missouri’s work on the Alien Alliance stealth ship is progressing. They have broken the ship’s code. Apparently a species similar to our gremlins—small, ignorant, and naive—was convinced to take the ship and breach Aegis’s space, for reasons unknown. No personnel of the Alien Alliance were aboard. “Missouri also reports that their personnel have fallen ill with symptoms similar to, but not the same as ours. So far, their illness presents itself as an allergic reaction. Captain d’Ka will give you more information. That is all I have at the moment, Admiral.” As Kirel relaxed in her chair, Admiral Mullins nodded into a dire expression, staring at the viewscreen. His exhaustion had turned suddenly to grief. His hands folded, he leaned forward and took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Thank you, Kirel.” He paused again, wiping a hand down his face before continuing. “Kirel…. two of our best operatives were taken hostage... and brutally tortured for information. Knowing these men, I doubt that they revealed anything. What was left of their bodies was bagged and sent to Starfleet Command with a note from….” Mullins stopped to stare at her. “... Ragor Tal.”
  18. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/17/20 = /\ = = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 = /\ = No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. We are still trying to pin down the reason for illness. The illness seems to be selective. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex to discuss the same problem aboard USS Missouri. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering with Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: ::in the medical complex, waiting::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, thinking:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, just finished dealing with Scott:: mimipavilion: ::and explaining going over duty shifts:: Tarisa: ::In sickbay, hoping she can help isolate the situation.:: Jylliene: ::logging out of Ops:: Chirakis: ::as she thumbs through the information from Missouri, she wonders what the difference is::: Scott Coleridge: ::hanging out with Chirakis in sickbay, just changing it up to keep things interesting:: Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis, trying to help comfort Annisha.:: mimipavilion: ::goes over to Chirakis:: Can I help you Captain? Johnson Kenyon: ::responding to questions about the no stimulants policy:: Chirakis: :::hands Scott the PADD::: Commander, this information is interesting. Dacia Sandero: I wonder, it is only caffeinated beverages that is causing people to go through with these symptoms? Jylliene: ::heads toward quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks it over:: That's one word for it. Tarisa: ::Looking to Dacia.:: Have you tried blood testing? Maybe compare it to past medical logs? Chirakis: ::stands::: Dr Pavilion, Captain d'Ka has information regarding the illness that their personnel are experiencing. Dacia Sandero: I know raktajino doesn't use caffeine, as caffeine is a Terran stimulant. We don't have any Klingons reporting to feel these symptoms. I wonder if that is due to their physiology or if raktajino is affected by this virus. Chirakis: And... if you can spare her, Dr Sandero should know. Dacia Sandero: We could try that. Jylliene: ::enters quarters:: Dacia Sandero: I wonder if there's anyone we know who consume it exclusively that's non-Klingon and if they too are experiencing anything abnormal. mimipavilion: ::a bit surprised:: OK ::Dacia:: Can you come here for a bit? Dacia Sandero: ::turns around:: Yeah, sure. ::heads over:: Tarisa: I would recommend testing those that are unaffected too. It could be that we have this as well, we just have not shown symptoms yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking with Annisha back to their quarters :: Alexis McFarland: ::With Miana after Annisha's dad came to pick her up:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I hope she feels better... Chirakis: And so we do not disturb those in the complex, perhaps a private area? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: We'll do that. Yes, can I help you? ::to Mimi and the captain:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Let's go to my office. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, I hope so too. mimipavilion: ::goes to her office:: Dacia Sandero: ::follows:: Chirakis: ::enters the office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Adjusting his UT as they walk back :: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Dr. Pepper:: thank you so much for coming. That seemed to go well mimipavilion: ::takes a seat behind her desk:: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: I think she'll be fine. Maybe she just needs a glass of warm milk, that always seems to help me sleep. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Thanks, Lieutenant. I think that went as well as could be expected. We'll keep you in touch if we find anything of course. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: translator gave a loud chirp, Annisha jumps :: Sorry.... :: pauses :: Oh, it works now. Tarisa: Miana> Mmm Chirakis: :::settles into a chair:: Doctor, I received this information from Missouri. They are having a problem with illness as well. ::passes the PADD from Scott to Mimi::: Scott Coleridge: ::waiting for the doctors' reactions:: Dacia Sandero: ::reads the PADD over someone's shoulder:: Chirakis: As you can see, their illnesses are slightly different from ours. mimipavilion: ::takes the PADD, reviewing the info::surprised:: That's... odd. Dacia Sandero: Interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::Dr. Pepper:: Send my thanks to your department as well. I'm actually off shift, but I will make sure everyone is checked up on Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Sure, thanks will do. Dacia Sandero: ::noting the difference in symptoms as well:: Alexis McFarland: You feeling hungry or something? Wanna go get something to eat? mimipavilion: I take it the symptoms started about the same time as us. Chirakis: ::nod:: They did. Approximately the same time. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil's office. Tempted to move in his stuff, but decides against it. Besides, it's time for a much needed break:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments or minutes later Annisha and Nijil enter their quarters :: Chirakis: You might not be aware that they are putting together the pieces of the destroyed stealth starship that tried to attack Aegis. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Yes! Nijil tr'Korjata: (watch for traps. Scratch that) Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm, okay. Dacia Sandero: (and water his rhododendrons!) mimipavilion: ::looks up at Chirakis:: Wow… Chirakis: ::Nods:: Unfortunately, the species that navigated that ship was one similar to the Gremlins on Aegis. Dacia Sandero: I imagine they too are working long hours with copious amounts of coffee? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the lift to the commerce area:: Dacia Sandero: Ahh... mimipavilion: Hmmm... Chirakis: :::Dacia:: I doubt that caffeine itself is the cause. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott:: Ideas, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He escorts Annisha to their couch then brings up the UT specs on the big screen :: Scott Coleridge: If our difficulties stem from the ship, then that might explain why we're having trouble understanding them. Dacia Sandero: Probably not, I suppose. Scott Coleridge: Since everything about this ship is inscrutably stealthy Chirakis: ::pondering that point::: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks, but doesn't know enough about Missouri to go far with that:: Dacia Sandero: :::doesn't know about the Missouri to have an opinion either way: Scott Coleridge: I wonder, if Missouri were to... move farther away... would Aegis recover? Scott Coleridge: That is, is this a proximity phenomenon? Alexis McFarland: ::thinks St. Louis is a fine city, as she makes her way to the food court:: Blubby's again, or somewhere else? mimipavilion: I'm wondering if the stealth ship is emitting some type of radiation that is affecting everyone. Has anyone beamed over from the Missouri recently? Chirakis: No, not from Missouri. However, I did go to Missouri at the request of the captain. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up from a seat in Main Engineering. Realizes he had just engaged in microsleep:: Chirakis: It's possible that I brought it back. And I am immune, as is Captain d'Ka. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Annisha, now lying down :: Father, will the dreams stop? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Wouldn't hurt for you to get another to see what we didn't see the first time. Nijil tr'Korjata: I hope so. :: Nijil says, looking at the UT logs :: Chirakis: ::checks to see if the doctor's door is secure::: It's interesting that not all species on Aegis are getting the illness. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a deep breath,picks up a PADD and walks around engineering checking on the condition of the engineers:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Blubby's is fine. mimipavilion: ::nods:: True. Chirakis: And.. unfortunately... there is another possibility that we should consider. Dacia Sandero: ::::nods:: Mm, yes mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Which is? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to get Annisha something to calm her. Tea perhaps :: Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: Chirakis: :::dour expression::: The gremlin-like species that moved to attack Aegis might have been sent there to spread whatever the illness is… Meaning that it could have been done specifically to send out a strain of virus to destroy us on Aegis. Though it is highly unlikely. Dacia Sandero: We could run some tests, I imagine we must have DNA samples from the gremlins on hand? Chirakis: We do. Jylliene: ::arrives at their quarters:: Jylliene: ::enters:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I take the Missouri medical team has done a thorough scan of the pilot. Chirakis: They have... what was left of the pilot. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Burger with cheese and a jumja juice:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the most of the engineers are doing fine at this time, heading to the upper decks to check on the work orders in progress:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah Jylliene.. I got my translator working. Tarisa: Miana> ::Snacking on some nuggies.:: Mmm... Chirakis: I do believe that it is interesting that not everyone on station is infected. And the engineers have only one infected. Alexis McFarland: At least I'm glad you seem to be sleeping good. Jylliene: ::grins:: Good to hear you and recognize what you're saying. Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm speaking some obscure language for reasons I've not looked into yet Jylliene: How's Annisha? Scott Coleridge: It's hard to tell who's "infected" or not. Chirakis: True. Scott Coleridge: Because the symptoms match ordinary fatigue. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Me too. Everyone in my family seems fine. mimipavilion: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: Yes, true. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Turns to where she is on the couch :: Tired from her dreams... I think she is reliving her experience on that planet with the mineral. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Alexis McFarland: Same as with my family. Jylliene: ::frowns:: Chirakis: :::looks to the doctors::: So my question is: how should we proceed? Scott Coleridge: What if we switched to half-shifts for the next few days and enforced extra rest periods? To reduce the number of false positives caused by fatigue. Then we quarantine anyone who shows symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: ::notices a few of the engineers seem to be more affected on the upper decks.... sends them to medical to be checked out:: Scott Coleridge: If this condition is contagious, perhaps that would help us contain it. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical Dacia Sandero: ::Scott:: I think that's a good start. Nijil tr'Korjata: Her bad dreams.. my repeat dreams of seeing the same wo- person over and over. I'm not even me in them. mimipavilion: I agree with Scott Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::nods, then waiting for Mimi to answer the com::: mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Go ahead. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ I have some engineers working on the upper decks who seem to be more affected by the fatigue. I'm sending them to get checked out. mimipavilion: +Kenyon+ Alright we'll be ready. Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Kenyon out Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits :: I may as well tell... in my dream I am always a...woman. I don't know why and I don't know who I am. Maybe I should see a counselor about this. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at Jylliene :: How about you? Any dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::sticking around on the upper decks to run some environmental scans:: Chirakis: I understand that Lt Commander Tarisa has been working on the project as well. Perhaps she should be informed. Jylliene: Nothing unusual. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Jylliene: You know, back at the academy to take a class I somehow forgot to take, arriving at the CnC in pajamas, all the usual stuff. Nijil tr'Korjata: I know you will think it's funn- Not unusual? Jylliene: No, I have both of those from time to time. Chirakis: Anything else? :::glance around:: Jylliene: ::Shrugs:: Dacia Sandero: Not for me.. Nijil tr'Korjata: Being male, or another person? mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: Not at the moment. Jylliene: No, both as me. Nijil tr'Korjata: I keep on having very similar dreams. I always see the same other woman in the dream and I always wake up lying down. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh, both... Jylliene: Well, don't you usually wake up lying down? Jylliene: I usually see you asleep lying down... Scott Coleridge: Nothing else from me Chirakis: Very well. ::reaches for the PADD:: We will continue the observations. Keep us apprised. ::stands to exit:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I-I suppose. :: walks around, rubbing Annisha's hair as he passes :: I'm in some kind of lab...nothing I've seen before. Not Federation. not Rihan. Johnson Kenyon: ::not seeing anything different on the scans, continues moving down, deck by deck mimipavilion: ::hands back the PADD:: Chirakis: ::exits the medical complex, then into the lift, holding it for Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::joins Chirakis:: Chirakis: :::as they proceed to CnC::: Interesting situation. It actually makes little sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::three engineers walk into Medical:: reporting as ordered. Chirakis: A distraction? Jylliene: Anything you might have seen in the background at some point? Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm told to remain calm.. she knows my name. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out back to the main sickbay:: Jylliene: Or on an away mission, but have forgotten? Chirakis: ::the lift stops and the doors open:: mimipavilion: ::exits her office into main medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: On the displays? Not a language I know, although with my speech problem perhaps it's related. Chirakis: :::Scott:: Get some rest, Commander. I will put out the word for half shifts, just to be careful. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: We'll figure this out eventually. Chirakis: ::nod:: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> :::sees the engineers:: Yes, please head over to the bio beds. Nijil tr'Korjata: It's an iconographic language. Johnson Kenyon: ::3 engineers sit on the bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits at the table :: Chirakis: ::stops by the OIC::: Anything to report? Nijil tr'Korjata: It's keeping my mind off of not being the Chief. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::does detailed scans of each of the engineers:: Chirakis: Officer in Command> No, ma'am. It's unusually quiet. Jylliene: ::sits with him:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Enough about me. How far along are you? Chirakis: I will be in my office. Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> ::an engineer, looks at the nurse:: Do you have any idea what this is? Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to where Tarisa is (if she's still around) to brief her of what's happened:: Jylliene: Not very. I'll let the med team finish with this emergency before I bother them with something that should be fairly mundane. Chirakis: ::enters, and when the door closes, she tosses the PADD on her desk::: Nijil tr'Korjata: We are different species, so there are certain considerations, Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I'm not entirely sure at the moment. Rumour has it, this might be some sort of virus. Chirakis: ::then stares out the window::: Chirakis: (two minutes) mimipavilion: ::considers the information she had received:: Johnson Kenyon: Thomas March> A virus? I just thought it was the lack of coffee. Jylliene: True. I've looked up a fair bit on different known pairings and the results, but there's not a lot on your species. More on Vulcans, and I've tried to postulate a bit based on those. Jylliene: ::shrug:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continuing to scan deck by deck:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to embrace her :: Jylliene: I can go speak to them sooner rather than later, if it would make you feel better. Jylliene: ::smiles, hugs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: If you are not worried I am not worried Tarisa: :;Standing by a console in sickbay, watching the staff interact with the engineers.:: Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Dacia Sandero: Nurse> I only heard about it recently. That's what people are saying. ::shrugs:: Jylliene: I'm not going to say I'm not entirely worried, it just pales in comparison to other things happening. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be the next day at 7 AM. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: More dreams... Chirakis: A good time to write a log ::slight grin:: Scott Coleridge: None from me Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  19. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 No TBS. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. Aegis Medical, Science, and Engineering personnel continue to pin down the reason for illness aboard Aegis. Several ideas are being discussed. Strangely enough, the virus seems to be selective. So far, Tarisa, Miana, Dr Pavilion, Dr Sandero, Lt Kenyon, and most engineers have not succumbed to the infection. Captain Chirakis is in the medical complex with information that the USS Missouri’s crew has also experienced random illness. At the moment, the captain’s concern goes beyond the illness, believing that it might be a planned attack by the Alien Alliance. However, if that were the case, all personnel on the station would be infected, and the virus would strike simultaneously without warning.
  20. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/10/20 = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Bad dreams and/or hallucinations continue for some. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering is checking environmental systems. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::waiting for Tarisa's team to finish analyzing the replicated coffee:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical, looking over the scans of those who are affected:: Chirakis: ::in her office, sorting information, listening to some, ignoring others::: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha probably:: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::aboard Missouri:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Tarisa: ::Still in Sickbay.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over the compiled list of any and all fluctuations in the environmental system log:: Alexis McFarland: ::looking over the medical reports:: Dacia Sandero: ::looking over the medical reports:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks over at Annisha:: Tarisa: ::Borrowing a Med Lab station to analyze the replicated coffee.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: He had to leave the CnC for a while, all the noise was too much :: Chirakis: ::her door is open. The Officer of the Watch is pacing for some reason, which is somewhat distracting:: Dacia Sandero: ::watches Tarisa:: Annisha: :: Annisha looked worn out :: Alexis McFarland: Didn't get a good sleep last night? Jylliene: ::drumming fingers on the console:: Johnson Kenyon: ::waited in the sickbay for about an hour before being recalled back to engineering.... now in Main engineering reading work logs:: Tarisa: Miana> Aw... Annisha: N-na. Alexis McFarland: That's too bad. A lot of people seem to be having problems sleeping. Mostly the engineers I think. Chirakis: :::feeling somewhat better than she did early on, but in the need of coffee::: Dacia Sandero: ::wonders if there's any correlation between the coffee and what's going on, she still reads over the reports as well:: Johnson Kenyon: ::not happy with what he's reading... thinking medical and science had better figure something out soon or he'll lose a few engineers:: mimipavilion: ::starts noticing roughly the same thing among those who are affected... high counts of stimulants, something normally found in caffeinated beverages:: Tarisa: I do not see coffee as the direct cause... ::Thinks:: But perhaps caffeine boosts whatever is affecting some of the crew. Jylliene: ::checks a few things:: mimipavilion: ::goes to stand at the door of her office:: Hey Dacia can I discuss something with you? Dacia Sandero: Excess caffeine? Yes, drinking too much would lead to sleep deprivation and stress... yes, sure Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Still down in the commerce level, drinking tea and trying to stay calm :: Cptn d'Ka: @ :::talking to the deck officer as they continue to investigate the black-hulled ship stealth ship::: Annisha: Are au two having nightmares? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: But somehow it is being elevated to extremes. Scott Coleridge: ::walking down the commerce level, notices Nijil and detours towards him:: Alexis McFarland: No, I've had pretty good dreams lately. Tarisa: Miana> ::Shakes head.:: I slept very well last night. Johnson Kenyon: ::reading reports of environmental checks now:: Annisha: :: frowns :: Really? :: looks at her feet :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking in the park, a place he rarely goes :: Chirakis: :::exits her office, deciding that she's had enough dealing with SF Command::: Dacia Sandero: Hmm, all this extra work does lead to more consumption. Alexis McFarland: Aww, sorry. Alexis McFarland: You're having bad dreams? Chirakis: :::ah, the perks of being so far away from them.. unless they decide to visit::sighs:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Lt Kenyon to Doctor Sandero mimipavilion: ::sits behind her desk:: Noticed the high counts of caffeine, uh. Yep, too much work will do that. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yes, go ahead. Annisha: :: Shakes her head :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Tell me you found something in the coffee, Doctor Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ We're still analyzing it, but it doesn't seem to be like the key contributor at the moment. Chirakis: :::coffee, yes::: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: How are you doing? Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm reading engineering reports of environmental system checks and not seeing anything obvious, but I am seeing an increasing spike in injuries and sleepiness Nijil tr'Korjata: Uso pele. Chirakis: ::then proceeds to her usual pace around CnC, stopping by Jylliene::: Commander, you're working overtime today? mimipavilion: ::listens to Dacia talk to Kenyon, pondering the idea of restricting the caffeinated beverages until the computer virus is eliminated:: Jylliene: I was feeling restless. I thought it might help. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: throws up his hands :: O lau tautalaga e le o Roma Jylliene: At least for a bit. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Maybe due to excess consumption of caffeine? It does lead to long term fatigue and crashes.. but it’s a double-edged sword as people need the energy to stay alert with all these extra hours people have been working. Chirakis: Restless, as in.... unable to sleep? Alexis McFarland: ::pets Annisha:: Poor Annisha. Maybe you need some warm milk or some tea? That helps me sleep better. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Sorry, I don't recognize that language. Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ Excess caffeine consumption, huh? How can I restrict caffeine intake? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Writes in his padd :: "I'm fine, but I can't speak Rihan or standard." Tae'Lynn Dran: ::shakes head at the lack of results. Sets the padd aside and gets up to take a walk:: Jylliene: No...not nearly as much as Nijil. Jylliene: A little, but nothing unusual for me. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Perhaps we'll have to limit caffeine-based drinks or energy stimulants. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the injury reports to see if caffeine intake is an issue:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes in his padd again :: "Medical does not know what is going on. No suspected brain damage." mimipavilion: ::Dacia, softly:: My thoughts exactly. Tarisa: +Dran+ Did you find anything in the environmentals? Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ It should help, but I don't know if this is the main issue of what's been happening. We've still gotta look into that in more detail. Chirakis: :::slight pause to mull that over::: Understandable. Dacia Sandero: ::nods at Mimi:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ yes, Doctor, but without those stimulants how will we keep our crew alert? We need an alternative. Do I tell them to take naps? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: writes again :: I am having vivid dreams, Annisha is having nightmares. :: shows Coleridge :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Nothing of quantifiable significance. Jylliene: ::ponders:: Scott Coleridge: ::reads the PADD, mollified to hear that the doctors are aware of his condition:: Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need? Jylliene: I hope you're not suffering their effects? Tarisa: ::Frowns:: +Dran+ I am in medical. I'm thinking of running a test involving caffeine. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ If it helps, yes. We'll have to look into more holistic solutions to boost alertness. Chirakis: :::watching the commander without intruding::: Explain "their effects". Nijil tr'Korjata: :: shows him after he writes :: "Let me know if I become a woman like in my dreams. There's nothing I can think of.." Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ Interesting. Do you need help? Tarisa: +Dran+ Yes, if you would like. Annisha: :: has a daydream :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Tarisa+ On my way. Jylliene: All of this sleeplessness. Jylliene: I prefer you alert. You probably do too. Jylliene: ::slight smile:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sends a message calling for an ALL ENGINEERING staff meeting in 15-minute. Exceptions by approval only:: Dacia Sandero: ::to Mimi::: I wonder, what else could boost alertness aside from caffeine? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: notices something on his padd :: Johnson Kenyon: +Dacia+ I'm calling an All Hands meeting of my staff. Do you want to send someone to address them? It might go over easier when I take away their stimulants. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Sits at the edge of the water :: Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm sure we'll figure this out soon. ::trying to sound confident, not sure at all:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Faafetai tele le kapeteni Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ Yeah. we'll send someone over. I wouldn't blame your staff not taking it well. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'm thinking of restricting access to the caffeinated drinks until the computer issue is resolved. Chirakis: ::putting aside her coffee:: Sleeplessness. Yes, I have had a few sleepless nights... and days, for that matter. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Shows him the padd again :: "The language I can speak, it's old, more than 1000 years old." :: shrugs :: Alexis McFarland: ::nods:: That's a good plan for now. Jylliene: You carry more weight on your shoulders than many of us. Chirakis: ::slight grin:: I ignore most of it. Dacia Sandero: Sure, that sounds like a good idea, I think. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finds Tarisa:: Scott Coleridge: That's fascinating. Chirakis: Especially when it comes to... well, let us not go there. Jylliene: ::grins:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon to OPS Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops here. Scott Coleridge: I wonder how that wo… ::breaks off, knowing that's not what Nijil wants to hear:: Chirakis: ::nods hearing the call:: Carry on, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: raises his brow :: Tarisa: ::Waves Dran over.:: I did an initial test on coffee itself with no conclusive results. But we do believe caffeine might be an enhancer to what is going on. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis in acknowledgement:: mimipavilion: I'm pretty sure that it will be. Might need to look into the schedules of those who are affected, like if their working multiple shifts. Chirakis: :::casual walk toward the commerce deck to watch those below enjoying the afternoon::: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Kh’éile?}} Annisha: Na na! I did not want to kill him! :: yells out to no one :: Dacia Sandero: Yes, that should help. Alexis McFarland: Kill whom? Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I have been discussing the problem with medical and have decided to take my staff off stimulants; It might be a bumpy ride till they recover Chirakis: :::blink::: {{Yes?}} Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at Annisha yelling.:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Is any of your crew ill?}} Annisha: :: starts to cry :: I just wanted to get away - off the planet! Tae'Lynn Dran: Very possible. I do know such stimulants are not uniform in their effects even within a species. It actually makes me sleepy and it's a common bedtime beverage at home. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ How are they going to deal with lack of sleep if they don't have that to get them through shift? Alexis McFarland: ::frowns, not sure what to do:: Jylliene: ::curious:: Chirakis: {{Not any more ill than usual. Why do you ask?}} Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ I'll authorize cat naps where needed, we'll have to suffer through it mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll work with the command staff on figuring out how many multiple shifts of those affected since this issue has begun. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: I'm about to go get checked out in sickbay myself. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Take care. Let me know if you need anything…. I'm serious. Night or day. Call me… er, send me a message. Dacia Sandero: :::nods:: That's good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ either the stimulants are the problem or they are making the problem worse Nijil tr'Korjata: :: waves :: Tarisa: Have you experienced bad sleeping behaviors? Jylliene: ::wonders how they're getting the cat naps, either:: +Kenyon+ Acknowledged. What would you like me to do? Cptn d'Ka: @{{A situation on Missouri. Forwarding information to you.}} Dacia Sandero: Me? No, not in particular. Though I tend not to consume too much caffeine; maybe one or two cups of tea a day. Chirakis: {{My office.}} Tae'Lynn Dran: Some disturbing dreams. Dacia Sandero: Yourself? Scott Coleridge: ::heads for sickbay:: Cptn d'Ka: @ {{Of course, Kh’éile.}} Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ((a lot of tea has caffeine too)) Annisha: :: Crying and holding on to Alexis :: I killed a man Lexi... Annisha: I keep on dreaming of it... Alexis McFarland: ::holds Annisha:: There there.. ::thinks:: I think I remember you telling me this when we first met. I thought you stopped having those dreams. Annisha: I did.. Tarisa: I believe certain species are either immune or slower to respond to what is happening. My race in particular, and Betazeds neither have reported problems. Alexis McFarland: You're having them again? Recently? Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns as she snuggles Annisha and Alexis.:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Please inform the command staff Chirakis: ::casually continues her usual pace around CnC, then enters her office, closing the door behind her::: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana too:: Annisha: Yeah.. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: That's right Tae'Lynn Dran: Might need to do a survey of the major species on board. I believe Human and Romulan are two of the larger populations. Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I will. Anything else I can do for you? Dacia Sandero: The Vulcans I.ve spoken too also don't seem to be affected Jylliene: ::preps the message:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: We should consider Medical to begin taking blood samples as well. Scott Coleridge: ::enters sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Fortunately I am not that affected. I was affected, but had sufficient rest and have been sleeping find since Chirakis: :::leaning against her desk, she pages through the information sent by d'Ka:: Dacia Sandero: ::if you're still in Sickbay::: Yeah, we can do that. Chirakis: {{You are certain of this?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Good to hear. mimipavilion: Ok Alexis McFarland: Hmm. Did you talk to anyone about it, your parents or Dr. Davis? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nice of the Captain to visit, but still a bit depressed. Perhaps Annisha was having a better time :: Tae'Lynn Dran: No effect among Vulcans... or they simply won't admit to anything as emotional as a bad dream. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{As certain as we can be given the circumstances.}} Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing engineers pile into Main Engineering for the meeting:: +OPS+ I need to go. Kenyon out. Annisha: Just my father and when I go home I go to bed.. Chirakis: ::still paging through:: {{Are you affected?}} Jylliene: +Kenyon+ I shall send your message right away. Ops out. Dacia Sandero: Could be as well, though I didn't notice anything different with their brain patterns. Could've been hiding it though. Cptn d'Ka: @ {{I am not.}} Jylliene: ::finishes editing the message, then sends it to command staff, notifying them of Kenyon's directive.:: Alexis McFarland: Aw, I see. Sorry you're having them again. Scott Coleridge: ::locates the doctors:: Alexis McFarland: Dr. Davis should help. Didn't she help you the first time? Jylliene: ::((Reminder, directive was all stimulants verboten for Engineering)):: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Scott:::Oh, hello there? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if he explained he needs someone from medical right away:: mimipavilion: ::sees Scott:: Oh hi Jylliene: ((nope, that was not mentioned)) Tarisa: ::Notices Scott entering.:: Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::Arrives in Engineering:: Chirakis: ::pages through one more time before exiting the office::: Scott Coleridge: Hello, doctors. I've come to volunteer myself for experimentation. Johnson Kenyon: ::Main engineering is filled with engineering staff trying to find seats. only standing room left:: mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I'll take care of Scott. Dacia Sandero: Sure thing. mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Volunteers, never really happens here. Dacia Sandero: That's incredible timing. Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Dr. Pepper:: Chirakis: :::as she passes by the watch officer::: I will be in medical if I am needed. Scott Coleridge: I know! But I've had some interesting yet intermittent symptoms. Johnson Kenyon: (wait a minute... Dr. Pepper is a stimulant!) Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Hello. Scott Coleridge: So I thought I would add one more data point to your set. Dacia Sandero: (The irony.. lol) Johnson Kenyon: Nice to meet you, Doctor, were you briefed on this discussion? Tarisa: ::Looks to Scott.:: I am curious Commander, have you recently had any sort of caffeine? mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Never hurts, but I think there may be a temporary solution until we get the computer issue solved. Annisha: :: only sniffing now :: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices the time for the meeting has come:: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Please take a seat. Dacia Sandero: Dr. P> Yes, I have chief. Johnson Kenyon: Roger that... I'll start and have you near in case of questions Dacia Sandero: (Caffeine free Dr. Pepper) Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> Yes, very well. Johnson Kenyon: (now you tell me) Chirakis: :::the command lift stops and she steps out to enter the medical complex::: Johnson Kenyon: ::stands on a chair:: Settle down everyone. I'll try to make this brief. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::joins the crowd come to poke and prod the Commander:: Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: I had a great deal of caffeine yesterday, because I slept very poorly. Alexis McFarland: ::still hugs Annisha:: Aww. I wish I can do more to help Scott Coleridge: Last night I slept much better, and I haven't had any caffeine today. Johnson Kenyon: As you know, many of the crew are experiencing bad dreams and sleepiness... Tarisa: I see. Dacia Sandero: ::overhears:: Hmm. mimipavilion: That maybe the difference. mimipavilion: ::takes a tricorder and scans Scott:: Annisha: I don't want au to catch what I have. Johnson Kenyon: Medical and science are reviewing the problem and believe our stimulants are not helping the situation and may be contributing to the problem Alexis McFarland: Hmm, but we never killed anyone. Alexis McFarland: I killed a fly once that buzzed around my head, but that's it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Still snuggling.:: I feel fine. Chirakis: ::takes a seat and waves off another doctor who approaches, then she rereads the information from Missouri:: Johnson Kenyon: Therefore, I am ordering all engineering staff to refrain from stimulant food and drinks until further notice. Tarisa: ::Perks up as she notices the Captain had entered.:: Annisha: As my father told me once, at the end of the day this is my demon alone. Johnson Kenyon: ::bit of an angry uproar is heard:: HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO WORK! Scott Coleridge: ::being scanned:: Chirakis: ::notices Tarisa as well, but continues to read::: Scott Coleridge: It was the strangest thing. I would have chalked it up to just a bad night's sleep, but Captain Chirakis and a few others looked very worn today. Scott Coleridge: I wonder if something's going around? mimipavilion: ::finishes the scan and looks at the analysis:: Dacia Sandero: ::goes over::: Oh hello, Captain. Are you also feeling symptoms too? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinking some tea :: Johnson Kenyon: ::raises arms high:: Yes, I know you would have that concern. So, I'm authorizing micro-breaks as needed to maintain alertness... Alexis McFarland: Hm, I hope you can conquer it.. ahh, again. Tarisa: ::Walking over.:: I do not usually frequent Medical, but I do find it odd that the Command Staff would both visit at the same time. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::quietly:: I'd also recommend trying to limit hours as much as you can to allow people to get rest. Chirakis: ::looks up when she realizes that Dacia is speaking to her::: Chirakis: Dr. Sandero. Apologies. I am somewhat absorbed in my work. Dacia Sandero: Of course, I can come back when you're ready. Chirakis: I had symptoms, but they seem to have subsided. Johnson Kenyon: ::nods to Doctor:: Furthermore, any non essential duties will be curtailed to allow for additional off duty time Annisha: I heard a rumor from a shopkeeper who heard it from a customer who heard it from a maintenance crew who overheard a nurse who heard it in earshot of a Doctor that the whole station is having bad dreams. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you want to add anything? Chirakis: I'm in good health, Doctor. I can wait. Alexis McFarland: That might explain why so many people seem to be more edgier than usual. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: closes his eyes, mumbles:: Afai oi ai oe, falia oe lava. Johnson Kenyon: ::from the engineers present:: How's more sleep going to help with my nightmares! I can't sleep without getting them! Dacia Sandero: Dr Pepper> If you're feeling tired, try to take periodic breaks even if it is just to take a walk or something. Chirakis: :::actually waiting for Scott::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: splashes some water on his face, pretty sure the groundskeeper would not approve :: mimipavilion: ::Scott:: Well, seems the caffeine consumption that you had yesterday is within limited perimeters. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at the doctor:: Anything for nightmares? Scott Coleridge: That's good to know. I think. Annisha: This seems like something my people would do, or would have done. Dacia Sandero: Dr. Pepper> ::thinks, more people having nightmares:: Maybe we can prescribe you some medication to help you all sleep. mimipavilion: ::notes the Captain at one of the biobeds:: There's something that I could use some help from you and the captain. Cptn d'Ka: @ :::backing away from the delta stealth fighter, he enters the lift and proceeds to the bridge::: Johnson Kenyon: ::addressing engineering:: If you have nightmares, see medical and they may prescribe something to help you sleep; Bottomline is the Stimulants are only hiding the problem Johnson Kenyon: We cannot rely on them anymore Johnson Kenyon: Now, the good Doctor and I will remain and talk to anyone who has questions. The rest of you are dismissed Scott Coleridge: ::listening:: Dacia Sandero: ::Checks on their stock of sleep medication:: Annisha: I just want rest.. :: sighs :: Alexis McFarland: Maybe Dacia can give you something to sleep? But I think Medical is going to be busy. Dacia Sandero: We have a good stock. mimipavilion: ::Scott and Chirakis:: Could use some help going through duty shifts of those that have been affected by stimulants, like coffee and such, particularly those who have had multiple shifts. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: We're going to pick up from here, so no TBS Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: good SIM Chirakis: Good crews make good sims. Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  21. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 January 2020 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 1500 hours (3:00 pm) Aegis Local. Several of the crew continue to have bad dreams and/or hallucinations, both of which could easily be caused by stress. Medical is still investigating the problem. Engineering personnel are checking environmental systems.
  22. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 1/3/20 = /\ = 31 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.152 TBS is 23 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are working on viral attacks. Most of us are suffering from stress and lack of sleep. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::Ops, CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Chirakis: :::CnC, after visiting medical for tests::: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping with her Kitty:: Johnson Kenyon: ::leading a meeting in Main Engineering:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sleeping peacefully.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the commerce level in his civilian clothes :: Tarisa: ::Steps into the labs, heading for her office.:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, looking much more alert today:: Chirakis: ::in her office with the door open, not as much alert as she should be::: Annisha: :: Eating her cereal, but there's a disturbance brewing in her mind :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to the Engineering Department:: As of right now, everyone is to have a buddy engineer. You will all work in pairs. Anyone who experiences excessive fatigue or hallucinations. Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles her kitty's furry back:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in the life science lab. Rubbing her eyes as she tries to focus on the microscope display:: Johnson Kenyon: ...are to report to Medical immediately. If your buddy fails to go to Medical, you will be held responsible. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sits down at a popular cafe and orders a light breakfast :: Johnson Kenyon: ...Anyone found without their buddy within direct line of sight, will be disciplined. Amanda Davis PhD: ::exits her office after a long night::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over his console with a coffee in his hand and a yawn on his face :: Dacia Sandero: ::Drinks a cup of tea:: Johnson Kenyon: ...This is for your own good. If you challenge it, you will be found and you will answer to me. Chirakis: ::putting her work aside, she exits her office for a status check:: Johnson Kenyon: Is that clear? mimipavilion: ::going over the captain's tests:: Tarisa: ::Stops by Dran.:: Are you alright? Scott Coleridge: ::glances up at Chirakis:: Good morning, Captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Closes his eyes, repeats :: Ua e saogalemu iinei....Ua e saogalemu iinei. Chirakis: ::nod:: Good morning, Commander. Anything new that I should know about? Johnson Kenyon: ...That's all I have. Please see Lieutenant Little for the duty roster assignments. Dismissed. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes, yes. Just not getting the results I was expecting and at a loss to why. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she remains dressed in a medical uniform because of the most recent problems that have emerged::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: mutters :: What does it mean? :: A coffee and small sweet roll is placed on his table. Nijil looks up :: Thanks. Tarisa: I see. ::Watches for a moment.:: Annisha: :: In her mind she was running,,, :: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching as the engineers trickle out of the office and get their assignments:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drink :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::pulls the sample and places another:: Jylliene: ::scrolling through the evening's reports to catch up:: Chirakis: ::watching Cayne, unsure of his status::: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering is still working on security improvements and system repairs. Medical reports an increased number of people having trouble staying focused or getting a full sleep. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the night's scans, not understanding them all, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary :: Chirakis: ::listening carefully::: Annisha: I killed him... Dacia Sandero: ::working on some medical reports :: Tarisa: ::Eyes go from the experiment to Dran herself.:: Did you have a good sleep last night? Amanda Davis PhD: ::she enters the medical lounge, bearing fresh scones and needing coffee::: Annisha: :: Closes her eyes, watches a disruptor discharge towards someone at point blank range :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at his hands :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wished he had brought his instrument with him :: Chirakis: ::glance at Cayne:: Jylliene: ::rolls her shoulders a bit, then continues reading:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Not the best, honestly. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Drinks :: Annisha: :: drinks :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinks :: Dacia Sandero: ::drinks:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I understand that has been an ongoing issue for most lately. Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxing at a table, hoping she does not go to sleep::: Annisha: :: Looking depressed. On the verge of sobbing :: Chirakis: Excuse me, Commander. :::to Scott as she steps toward Cayne::: Commander, have you slept lately? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns to Tarisa:: Most? Sounds like a disturbing coincidence. mimipavilion: Hmmm.... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Mutters :: What did she say to me? Amanda Davis PhD: ::and the coffee doesn't seem to be doing any good. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: A full eight hours Captain, but be damned if I call it restful. Tarisa: Indeed. If you feel you need to go to sickbay, you are free to do so. Jylliene: ::stretches her arms:: Chirakis: ::arms cross, concerned::: Explain. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: People are on edge Captain, if you had not noticed. Chirakis: Oh, I have noticed. Scott Coleridge: ::goes back to reading reports:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: grunts :: No deep sleep, and I can sleep anywhere. Dreams I guess. Dacia Sandero: ::uncomfortable feeling, with everyone so edgy lately:: Annisha: :: sobs :: Chirakis: What kind of dreams, if I may ask? mimipavilion: ::takes a look at the other reports of others who came in:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walking around, observing engineering:: Annisha: :: In her mind a man disintegrates from the inside out, starting at his chest and slowly expanding outwards, the scream only lasting a second :: Tae'Lynn Dran: I think I will be fine. This might be a more solvable mystery than what's under my microscope. Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders why he's not afflicted with drowsiness:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::the coffee isn't helping, so she exits the lounge and spots Dacia::: Tarisa: It certainly is an interesting mystery. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Like I'm being watched when I am suppose to be watching others. I can never find them and I am always running. I swear my legs are tired after I get up, as if I ever went down. Johnson Kenyon: ::decides he'd better visit the power generators:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to a server :: Pe mafai ona ou toe maua se isi kofe? Nijil tr'Korjata: Server: Sir? For some reason I don't understand. Chirakis: ::after a moment of thought::: Get some rest, Commander. I'll take TAC. And that is not a suggestion. Jylliene: ::scroll scroll scroll...actually remembers scrolling through a display in her dreams...odd.:: Chirakis: And if need be, report to medical. Tae'Lynn Dran: Given other recent problems we might want to look at the environmental settings. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: laughs :: Alright. Perhaps some medication this time. Deeper sleep. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: logs out of the console and heads to the lift :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::coming up behind her::: Dacia.. anything I can do to help? Tarisa: Miana> ::Still sleeping soundly, having a good dream.:: Alexis McFarland: ::sleeping as well, curled up with kitty:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O le a le Me a ua tupu? Oi leai .. Chirakis: :::watches him leave, then steps to the console to enter her code and begin TAC watch::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Server> I'll get you another coffee sir. Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello. Didn't see you there. Looking over these medical reports. Lots of people suffering from bad sleep and dreams,or hallucinations, but I can't really find a pattern. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Moments later he enters medical :: Doctor or nurse? mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the reports she has seen:: Amanda Davis PhD: I've noticed that, too, Dacia. It's almost beyond strange. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Going for a technical approach is a good start. I might look at the biological, perhaps taking a trip to sickbay. Annisha: :: Puts down her spoon and leaves her quarters :: Tarisa: Though many around me have been having difficulty sleeping, I have not. And to my knowledge none of my family have either. mimipavilion: ::hears Cayne and enters main medical:: How can I help you? Chirakis: :::checking the TAC board, throwing it up on the overhead screens so everyone can take a look::: Annisha: Computer, where is my father? :: And it tells her so and off she goes with a sprint in her step and tears in her eyes :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Interesting. ::makes a not in her journal:: Amanda Davis PhD: Dacia... could this be an illness? It's so very strange, and not everyone has it. Dacia Sandero: Yes, it is. It's happening to too many people to be a coincidence, I think. Yes, it could be. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Perhaps physiology has something to do with it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a victim of restless sleep and negative dreams. Jylliene: ::leans on her console, ponders:: mimipavilion: Ahhh, I see. Take a seat. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::grabs a padd and pulls up the log of the environmental systems:: Annisha: :: People are easy to dodge around since there is a general slowness about those walking the corridors :: Chirakis: ::has a thought:::steps toward Jylliene::: Commander? ::thinking:: Tarisa: I will leave you to your work for the moment. Do not hesitate to call if you need me. Jylliene: Captain? Tae'Lynn Dran: Aye. I will. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was confused, he could speak, but the words were not in a language the UT could translate :: Chirakis: Call Lt Kenyon to the bridge when he has a chance. Tarisa: ::Nods as she leaves the lab, heading for sickbay.:: Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Johnson Kenyon: ::reading technical manuals:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Ops to Lieutenant Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ Lt Kenyon here. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: You have that look. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: Do i? Jylliene: +Kenyon+ The captain would like you on CnC as soon as you're able. Tarisa: ::Arrives in sickbay.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: One technical manual title reads: "How to Find a Cloaked Shuttle in a Shuttle Bay" by Nijil Korjata :: Scott Coleridge: Yes. The "I have had a thought" look. Johnson Kenyon: +OPS+ On my way Jylliene: ((The entire book is the line: "Walk around until you smack your face into it.")) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Do I get in line or something? Dacia Sandero: I wonder.. ::hears someone come in:: Hello? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking for variations over the last several weeks in the log:: Chirakis: ::checking the overhead tactical screens as she speaks::: And what would that thought be? Scott Coleridge: I don't know that. I'm not a telepath. Tarisa: ::Walks over to the doctors.:: Hello. Annisha: :: Enters a lift :: The food place... mimipavilion: ::looks around:: There's an empty bed, take a seat, Commander. Scott Coleridge: I think. ::closes his eyes for several seconds, then opens them:: Nope. Not a telepath. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the TL to the CnC, PADD in hand:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Turns to see Tarisa :: Chirakis: ::with a slight grin, she turns to Scott::: Which is a good thing. You would not want to be a telepath. However... Jylliene: ::reads:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, hello Tarisa. :::nods to Cayne as well:: Dacia Sandero: Can we help you? Annisha: :: Enters the food place seeing many holding cups of warm drinks :: Tarisa: ::Smiles at Dacia as she nods.:: I wish to be scanned. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: I got Cayne. Chirakis: I am thinking about something, and that something is that perhaps there is some illness on the station that is making everyone tired. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: Okay. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: What's going on Doctor? mimipavilion: I'm not sure Wyatt. But something is up. Dacia Sandero: Very well... are you sleeping well lately? ::gets out her tricorder:: Chirakis: Or something in the air... ::turns at the sound of Kenyon's entry::: Lieutenant, I have a question for you... ::nods to Scott and steps to her console::: Annisha: :: Squints and sees a ragged Rihan sitting by himself at a table outside a small cafe. Annisha starts running :: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns to Chirakis:: Yes Captain Tarisa: I have noticed that neither myself nor my family and other Mithraan have been affected by the sleep problems others have been having. Tarisa: It...piqued my curiosity. Annisha: :: Reaches him and grabs him from behind :: Father! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Screams like a little girl at being grabbed by a small person from behind :: Ahhh! Dacia Sandero: ::begins to do a detailed scan of Tarisa:: I noticed that as well, I've not been experiencing it myself, nor has Alexis or her family either. Well, that makes two of us. Amanda and I were just looking over medical reports to see if there's any kind of pattern to this, but so far I haven't come across anything significant. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha, aua le faia lena mea. Chirakis: Lieutenant, I am sure that you are aware of the prevalence of lethargy lately. Have your team look into the air... the units, the ducts... everything. That could be the problem. mimipavilion: ::grabs a tricorder:: Tarisa: Perhaps it is because our sleep patterns are different? Chirakis: It has happened before, though not to this degree. Johnson Kenyon: Captain, you think there is some agent responsible? Annisha: :: She faced him with her sorrowful and wet eyes :: Father? I don't understand. Chirakis: An agent? Chirakis: Explain. Amanda Davis PhD: ::checking on Lt Wright, who seems to be sleeping peacefully::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ou ... o se mea e sese. :: He reached out and hugged her tightly :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::vital signs seem good:: Dacia Sandero: Well, physically, you're absolutely fine. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Perhaps.. the people experiencing these symptoms seem to mostly be the engineering and security staff which have been under alot more stress lately than the rest of us. I'd imagine that's playing a part in this. Johnson Kenyon: Agent.... a generic term for chemical, biological, or physical thing which can affect beings. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::not finding anything obvious in the logs. Puts the data through the computer to find any possible correlations:: Chirakis: Check all possibilities, Mr Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: Aye, Captain. We'll look into it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Is there something you can prescribe Dr. Pavilion? Coffee is not cutting it. Chirakis: Take as many engineers as you need, especially those who are not falling asleep. Dacia Sandero: Anyone in science also feeling the same symptoms as the others? Annisha: Are au learning a new language? Nijil tr'Korjata: Leai. :: and shakes his head :: mimipavilion: ::begins a scan:: Let me get a scan in and figure out what's going on. Chirakis: ::always checking the tactical monitors::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I have noticed a few, which prompted me to come here since I have not been affected. Annisha: Well, I know what that is. :: she broke the embrace :: What is ie? Johnson Kenyon: ::Chirakis:: I'll give the orders. Tarisa: This all seems more than everyone being overworked. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ioe. Chirakis: Excellent. Carry on. Annisha: Oh, that is almost Rihan. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes an empty console on the CnC and starts relaying orders:: Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: What are their sleep patterns like? Lot of over time? ::nods:: Yeah, Nijil is particularly adversely affected as well, even speaking to be in some strange language... Johnson Kenyon: +Medical+ Lt Kenyon to Medical. Tarisa: ::Tilts her head curiously.:: A strange language? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: In an effort of completeness, I had a dream. Is there any reason I would think you are chasing me while I'm on a mission? I look for you and I can't find you. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Don't know what language it is. Though I am no linguistics expert. +Kenyon+ Medical here, go ahead? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: taps his head :: Atonu o se manuaga o le ulu. Dacia Sandero: Almost sounds Polynesian. Amanda Davis PhD: ::using a tricorder, she examines Jake's synapses, and they seem better than before::: mimipavilion: ::Hears Cayne:: Cayne that's odd. Annisha: :: She shrugs :: I don't know what au said. :: The same server brings over a doughnut to Annisha :: Oh! :: eats :: Tarisa: Polynesian? Dacia Sandero: An Earth language of the Pacific Region. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ The Captain has asked me to investigate if there is something being sent through the station that is affecting nearly everyone. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you are chasing after me there are far easier methods than in my dreams, however it feels sinister. Tarisa: I see. ::Hears Kenyon.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ but, honestly, I haven't been affected and it would be helpful if I could narrow the parameters. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Many of my missions involved isolation. Perhaps that's coming to bite my in the backside. mimipavilion: I wouldn't chase, unless it was an emergency. Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ That's an interesting theory. Would explain a lot... yes, we'll help in any way we can. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::seems to be waking up::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Nice to know you would though. Other than old what does your scanner say? Chirakis: ::watching the tactical monitors as she mulls over her dream last night... and Lt Garand's black eye::: Johnson Kenyon: +Dr Sandero+ Do you have any idea what we should look for? Dacia Sandero: +Kenyon+ I'm not seeming to be affected either, seems to be the people who having been overworking recently such as the case with your department in particular. Annisha: :: Eats :: Au should see a doctor. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: does a 'na, really' gesture :: mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Well, nothing that's hasn't been seen. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I've instituted a buddy policy in engineering to make sure we catch those so affected early. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: So it's true... mimipavilion: What is, commander? Amanda Davis PhD: ::Jake:: Good morning, Lieutenant. How are you? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: My old. :: smiles :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Maybe it's the mileage. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::weakly:: Hey Doc. Not too bad. Head still hurts, but other than that, I'm good. mimipavilion: ::a little concerned:: ok Dacia Sandero: ::looks at Tarisa:: +Kenyon+ That, I'm not sure. But I think that's a good start, since their fatigue would make them more susceptible to any theoretical mind controlling properties:: Annisha: :: Also gets a drink :: This better not be coffee... :: drinks :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks around :: Sorry Doc, just watching my back more than usual. Johnson Kenyon: +Dr. Sandero+ I'll stop by shortly and review any findings you might have. Chirakis: :::moves toward Scott::: (w) Commander... is it possible that there is more than just the air ducts affecting us? mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: Don't blame you. Dacia Sandero: +kenyon+ Sure, two heads are better than one. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: wipes a tear from Annisha's cheek :: Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving the console and heading for the TL at CnC:: Chirakis: ::as she looks at the tactical monitors::: Annisha: :: frowns :: Dreams father. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Something being transmitted through the ducts you mean? Chirakis: Yes. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I know. Say, how are you doing? mimipavilion: Not tired if that's what you're getting at? Annisha: That planet I was on... :: changes her tone :: We need to teach the computer whatever au are saying. Scott Coleridge: If it is, it isn't good. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: nods :: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> :::looks past Amanda::: Oh.. there she is. She's come to visit. Johnson Kenyon: ::enters TL:: Medical Amanda Davis PhD: ::turns:: Oh... how nice of.... ::blinks::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Oh sure, but I was thinking of...you know. Amanda Davis PhD: Who are you talking about, Lieutenant? mimipavilion: Me being widowed. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Right. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on Medical deck, walking down to Medical:: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> That gorgeous woman standing by my bead. Don't even know her name. Scott Coleridge: For a naturally-occurring substance to cause such a specific set of symptoms across multiple species? No, if there's something more to this than simple fatigue, I'd lay my latinum on it being designed. Engineered. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering medical, looking for Dr. Sandero:: Annisha: :: places her hand atop his :: We'll figure it out and maybe stop the station from spinning. mimipavilion: I'm fine. Now I have to deal with a station of personnel and civilians who need my attention. Chirakis: ::turns to look at Scott rather than the tac console::: Engineered for a certain group or species? Amanda Davis PhD: Um... ::looking around:: Lieutenant, there is no one there. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: rolls his eyes :: Tatou faÊ»amoemoe i ai. Dacia Sandero: ::still looking at the reports::: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Huh? Yes there is... she's right.... Tarisa: Anything in particular in my system that is helping? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Tries his version of sign language, indicating he wanted to hear about Annisha's dream :: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> Uh.. she's gone. Tarisa: ::Tail starts to swish.:: Scott Coleridge: Yes. Something that affects multiple humanoid species. Some kind of airborne chemical. Or, you know... maybe a virus. An actual biological one this time, not a computer one. Obviously. Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::heavy sigh:: Annisha: What? :: studied him for a moment :: Oh. About the man I killed. I dreamed it over and over. Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Tarisa and Dr. Sandero:: Scott Coleridge: But if this is another type of attack, it seems like a very ineffectual one, compared to the chaos created by the systems virus. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil looked shakened, hoping this trama had left her :: Chirakis: (w) And how exactly would that work besides making certain species ill or acting strangely? Dacia Sandero: ::scans again:: I'll have to perform a more detailed scan to determine, though I guess I could also say that of myself if that is the case. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to Tarisa and Dr. Sandero, listens:: Amanda Davis PhD: Jake> ::relaxes into the bed::: She was... so... beautiful.... ::sleeps::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Okay, but if you ever want to talk. Let me know. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: remains seated on the biobed, resting for a moment :: mimipavilion: ::slight glare:: I'll think about it. Scott Coleridge: Keep in mind this is all outside my area of expertise. You'd be better off consulting science or medical. But we're looking at something that involves neurotransmitter and hormone inhibitors. Dacia Sandero: Hello. We were just trying to see if there was anything in Tarisa, or my biology that's acting as immunity to what 's happening to the others. It's worth a check. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: hops off the bed :: Tarisa: ::Catches a scent, turns to Kenyon.:: Scott Coleridge: It could interfere with melatonin production, stimulate adenosine receptors... basically act like a stimulant. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, do you drink coffee by any chance? Chirakis: ::considers that:: I will. Tarisa: Are any other telepaths being affected? Scott Coleridge: I don't know how it could cause nightmares, but certain psychotropic drugs can induce those, so it's possible. Dacia Sandero: None of the other Betazoids on the station seem to be affected by this, to my knowledge. Me? No, I tend to drink tea over coffee. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks for the door :: I'll be on my way. :: exits :: Dacia Sandero: Not that I know of ::;to Tarisa:: Annisha: :: munches on he doughnut :: mimipavilion: ::Cayne:: You're free to go. Johnson Kenyon: Is it possible that the problem is affected by those who drink coffee or other stimulants? Chirakis: ::quirks a brow::: I will consult Dr Pavilion and whomever else needs to collaborate. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: nods then leaves :: Dacia Sandero: Possible.. it was a coffee I made that caused the replicators to malfunction. Scott Coleridge: Would you like me to go to medical and have them run tests on me, given my rough sleep the night before? I had a great sleep last night. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Passes others entering medical :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hugs her again, harder this time :: Johnson Kenyon: you think there's a link between the coffee made by the replicators? Annisha: Ugh, I'm fine father. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dacia and the others:: Chirakis: ::nods::: Excellent idea. When they are done, they can examine me for my strange dreams. Dacia Sandero: It's possible. Chirakis: (prepare to pause) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks behind him, seeing if he's being followed :: Johnson Kenyon: I think we need to scan the coffee then. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Thank you for our 100% attendance. Chirakis: Stand by for the TBS Chirakis: TBS will be 7 hours, which will bring us to 2 pm. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Wouldn't that be 6 hours, since it's 8 am? Nijil tr'Korjata: To the airlock with you Dacia... Dacia Sandero: lol Chirakis: It's late. Let's make it 7 and 3 pm Dacia Sandero: Ok cool Chirakis: It's been a long, tiring week. Dacia Sandero: Ahh Johnson Kenyon: that will make it 2nd shift Chirakis: You can have your nibbles. Your tea would be at 4 pm Chirakis: Yes, it will, Mr Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: wait... we have 4 shifts... so yes, 2nd shift. Chirakis: Anything else? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  23. Beyond Reality Uncharted Space - Stardate 2388.152 Drakkor drifted silently while its pilot took scans and gathered data. SI-5 Director Torak had several operatives investigating a questionable area of the Morass Nebula. As one of those operatives, Chirakis Kirel, had cut across uncharted space to investigate a certain debris field. As was noted in the director’s report, the field spread across several parsecs and was dense enough to prohibit passage. Scans within the field registered several starships of varied size and design. All were built of a strange material and were of strange configuration. The computer’s attempt to extrapolate possibilities regarding cause, origins, and various other parameters regarding these ships came up with nothing—not exactly a report that Director Torak would expect. Kirel relaxed against the pilot’s seat and stared into space. She had wrapped up her investigation and report, and yet she felt compelled to stay in the debris field. Watching the field drift through space piqued her curiosity. Surely there were more questions to be answered, especially regarding the ships that could not be identified. So she stayed to drift with the debris—quiet, solemn, and interesting. The soft ping of a proximity alarm drew her attention to an incursion just off her starboard wing. Cutting all power, she watched a shuttle of strange configuration pass beneath Drakkor. Eventually it turned and made another pass approximately two kilometers distant: much too close. Its grid pattern seemed spoke of searching for something. Several hours later the vessel left the area, leaving Kirel adrift and deep in thought. One hour became two as Drakkor continued to drift with the field, eventually coming to a Class-D planetoid that seemed to be inhabited. Finding no vessels in the area, Kirel maneuvered slowly and cautiously to investigate, yet she still knew not what urged her on. The communication system crackled and a distant call, barely audible, came through: “Cuidigh liom, Eru.” Interesting. “Computer, scrub and replay.” Compliance. “Cuidigh liom, Eru.” “Translate.” Translating. “Help me, Eru.” “Language?” Terran Gaelic. Gaelic? An ancient Terran language spoken within a distant nebula that was filled with undamaged drifting vessels that showed no signs of battle and was surrounded by a dense fog? “Computer, point of origin?” Point of origin is Class D planetoid. “Distance?” One parsec. Kirel powered up and took manual control to maneuver through the thick fog that grew more dense as they approached the planetoid. Drakkor did not mind, nor did its master. In fact, the fighter seemed to come alive. It was now entity that merged with her as they maneuvered toward the cry for help. The call for assistance continued, occasionally shifting from from Gaelic to Faroese, then Frisian, and a few others that neither she nor the computer could decipher. Kirel’s thoughts began to spin. She suddenly lost her focus: the reason for landing on the planetoid, her reason for being there, and her place in time. Everything merged with the fog. Nothing seemed rational. Everything was out of place and out of time.... “Computer, current stardate.” Twenty-nine eighty-seven point two one six. A full examination of the console verified the computer’s response. She sighed. “Computer, access local buoys for accurate stardate.” The current stardate is twenty-nine eighty-seven point two one six. The current date on Acetus I is the first day of Oergon in the year 1378. The current date on…. “Stop.” Silence. “Computer, current Federation date, Sky Harbor Aegis relative.” The third day of Augustus in the year twenty-three eighty-seven. Her head began to spin…. “Captain?” A distant voice slowly parted the heavy mist. She began to shake it off. “Captain! Wake up!” Her eyes opened, but would not focus. Her arms reached out for Drakkor’s control panel. A hand firmly grasped her forearm, resulting in a black eye for Lt Garand who was trying to settle her down. A cold, wet compress draped around the back of her neck. Someone saying, “Hold her down. In this condition she could be deadly,” brought her back to reality. She was completely awake, but thoroughly confused. An hour ago Kirel had been reviewing intelligence reports in Aegis’s Security Complex and had fallen asleep. Lt Garand found her leaning on a console and had been calling her name with no response. He then called Sgt Nunez and Corpsman Meier and informed the Medical Complex. “Captain, talk to me,” said Meier, checking her vital signs. “It’s Meier, Captain. Talk to me.” After staring at the surroundings Kirel asked, “What is the current stardate, Lieutenant?” Meier’s expression turned skeptical. “The current stardate is 2388.152, ma’am. Are you alright?” After a deep breath and a slow exhale, she nodded. “I am now, Lieutenant. I am now.”
  24. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 12/27/19 = /\ = 30 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.151 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Engineering and science work on the virus. Lt Kenyon has replaced Cmdr Korjata until he is fit for duty. Security is examining surveillance footage in engineering. Though the virus seems to be contained, it might not be. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pauses for threat assessment::: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping:: Jylliene: Good morning, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::in CnC, yawning and looking somewhat worse for wear:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting on his non-working clothes to visit sickbay. Looks at this padd, flicks it open :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinking coffee until it becomes a problem :: Chirakis: :::takes a good look around, then moves to the command chair::: Johnson Kenyon: ::reading the report about the injured engineer :: Tarisa: :;Walking through Commerce, on her way to the lift.:: Chirakis: ::as she passes her XO, she notices his condition::: Dacia Sandero: ::checks in on said injured engineer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rubs Annisha's head :: Going to my appointment. Be good. Annisha: :: Eats :: Not a chance... Chirakis: ::steps up next to him, speaking quietly::: Commander, are you not well? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and starts walking to the medical bay :: mimipavilion: ::checking on the night shift reports, especially the injured engineer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to himself ... distracted by a gorgeous woman? Huh?:: Scott Coleridge: ::sits up straight:: What? I mean, er, I'm all right. Scott Coleridge: Just... didn't sleep very well. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow:: Overworking? Alexis McFarland: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Space moments later Nijil arrives at sickbay. Enters... :: Nijil Korjata. I have an appointment. Scott Coleridge: Probably. ::sheepish grin:: Heh, actually I had the weirdest nightmare now that you mention it. Dacia Sandero: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Chirakis: Jake Wright> ::mumbling in his sleep::: Chirakis: ::thinks for a moment::: A nightmare is...? Jylliene: ((Half the crew seems to need melatonin, chamomile tea, and/or shore leave.)) Chirakis: ((agreed)) Dacia Sandero: ::hears the door open:: Okay... have a seat over there, anyone will do. ::gestures to some empty bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a seat in the waiting room :: Chirakis: Engineer Jake Wright> ::mutters something about a gorgeous woman::: Johnson Kenyon: {{do I see Jake Wright?}} Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::walks over to Nijil:: Hello. Appointment? Head over to the medical complex and we can treat you. Chirakis: (He's in medical, trauma unit) Johnson Kenyon: ((gotcha... wanted to make sure it wasn't an epidemic.)) Chirakis: (Let's hope not)) Johnson Kenyon: ((on the other hand... I can think of worse epidemics)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over his status board :: Chirakis: :::watching Scott, who seems to be falling asleep::: Chirakis: Commander? Dacia Sandero: ::checks on Wright’s bio signs:: Talking about that woman again? Does she actually exist? Maybe it was Jolene; her beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes to medical propper :: Scott Coleridge: I'll be fine. I should probably have some coffee. Chirakis: Jake> ::pale::: Scott Coleridge: It was just such a realistic dream. Johnson Kenyon: ::refocusing on the security against the virus:: Scott Coleridge: ::gets up to get himself a cup:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC.:: mimipavilion: ::finishes with the reports and goes and checks on Wright:: Chirakis: ::listening, motions to the yeoman to bring him coffee::: How realistic? Scott Coleridge: Hmm? ::accepts the cup of coffee gratefully:: Oh. Well usually I don't recall my dreams very well. I'll know I was flying, but I won't remember flying, you know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Grunts, drinks his coffee :: Scott Coleridge: This time ... it was like I was there. Tarisa: ::Goes over to the SCI station and logs in.:: Annisha: :: Eats, messes up her own hair :: Chirakis: ::listening::: Scott Coleridge: In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. I'll go check on Mr Nijil. ::goes over to where he is:: Ahh, hello again. How are you doing? Scott Coleridge: It was like the glitches times one thousand. Johnson Kenyon: ::hardened defenses against the virus consist: pulsating power fluxuations, .... sees Coleridge:: Johnson Kenyon: ::approaching Commander Coleridge:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright and turns to Dacia:: How's he doing? Dacia Sandero: He's resting well.. ::Scans Nijil:: ... I noticed he's still muttering about the woman. I'm guessing she's just a figment of Wright's imagination, or Jolene. Chirakis: Jake> ::Damage to his forehead doesn't seem to be going away::: Scott Coleridge: :sips his coffee, seems to perk up:: Nothing I did would work. I couldn't stop systems from going critical. It was awful. Dacia Sandero: ::out of IC, and in the regular medical ward where Nijil was:: Jylliene: ::has had that dream before, back in the academy:: Scott Coleridge: ::shrugs:: I'm glad we got everything under control finally. Kenyon's report on the virus was very useful, by the way. I think we have things under control finally. Chirakis: ::her expression changes::: Strange. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the engineering reports... setting up a meeting of team leaders at 1400:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Fomai Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Notices his UT got something wrong :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Probably. ::softly to Dacia:: I did inform the captain. Dacia Sandero: Is that good? Chirakis: Which is good, of course. At least you don't have to worry about that. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: But otherwise he seems to be doing ok. His vitals have stabilised. Chirakis: Commander, your dream is interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving Main Engineering to head to CnC:: Chirakis: I had one similar, though this is not the place to discuss it. Annisha: :: sings as she eats her space pops :: Scott Coleridge: I'm not surprised, Captain. I'm sure half the station has been having stress dreams. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll do another scan just to be sure. Dacia Sandero: ::Nijil:: How're you getting on? Feeling all right, eating all right? Annisha hasn't worn you out yet? Chirakis: :::nods::: Possible. Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: All right, you can never be too safe. Scott Coleridge: And don't worry about me, please. It was just a rough sleep. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow. And for today, as long as you don't ask me to rewrite any 11-dimensional algorithms, I should be ok. mimipavilion: ::nods and goes to Wright:: Alexis McFarland: ::has a dream, any dream will do:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright's side, grabbing a tricorder and begins the scan:: Chirakis: ::very slight smile::: Very well. Carry on. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His mug is shaking as he brings the rim to his lips :: Chirakis: ::she turns to get coffee and notices Cayne::: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the CnC:: Chirakis: :::watches him as she pours her cup::: Chirakis: ::Looks up when Kenyon enters:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Dacia Sandero: Physically, you seem to be doing okay. ::to Nijil:: How's your energy? mimipavilion: ::sees that Jake's face is pale:: Hmmm... Johnson Kenyon: Good Morning Captain, is there an engineering station here? mimipavilion: ::Scans his head a little more detailed:: Chirakis: :::watching Cayne as she talks to Kenyon::: Indeed there is. Station five. Chirakis: And it seems to be available at the moment. Chirakis: ::Kenyon:: The coffee is fresh, if you wish. Johnson Kenyon: How long has that been unattended... ::looks at the Captain:: No thank you. Not a coffee drinker Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Damned coffee is not helping. :: he mutters :: Tarisa: ::Perks up as Kenyon arrives.:: Scott Coleridge: Me neither, but needs must. ::knocks back the last 700 mL:: Chirakis: Not long. Shift change often frees up a console. ::slowly moves away from the dispenser to step to Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am feeling well.. I think. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to station 5, notices Tarisa and focuses himself:: Jylliene: ::continues with the work, listening to the various exchanges:: Chirakis: ::to Cayne, quietly::: Commander, you seem disturbed. Dacia Sandero: You think, eh? Well, I suppose that's an improvement. You eating okay, moving okay? Annisha hasn't completely worn you out yet? mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the neural scan:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks her tricorder:: Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a seat at station 5 and checks out the console configuration:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O la’u fa’ aliliuga lautele o le ... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stops speaking :: Tarisa: ::Returns her focus back to her console.:: Chirakis: Jake> ::drops into a deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: E mafai ona e malamalama ia te a’u? Dacia Sandero: Is your UT functioning correctly, or have you been taking Hawaiian lessons from Leilani? Johnson Kenyon: ::notes there is no scheduled engineer on CnC, modifies the duty roster to add one:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips out his padd :: Shakes his head no :: mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan and notices the change in Jake:: Lieutenant, can you hear me? Chirakis: Jake> ::out cold… not in danger, just in a very deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Dreams... :: the UT got it that time :: Dacia Sandero: You having dreams too? About red heads? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Anything new to report, Mr. Kenyon? mimipavilion: ::notices that he's in a deep sleep:: Alright sweet dreams. Chirakis: ::Cayne seems occupied with his work, though he looks worn out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, dreams in the same place each time. Very detailed. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head to look at Coleridge:: Sir... No. I was thinking we need more consistent coverage of the CnC. mimipavilion: ::exits the room and goes to update his file:: Scott Coleridge: Coverage? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gasps as she sits up straight. Doesn't remember falling asleep at her computer in the lab but must have:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Honestly, I have never felt I could just pop in and check on the CnC until now... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Puts down his mug, a tear streams down his face :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Does everyone seem out of it? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around the room:: Chirakis: ::was about to move on, however::: (w) Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Well, this *is* only your second day as acting chief engineer. But yes, you are welcome to "check on" us if you need to. Nijil tr'Korjata: No, mine has green hair. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What I mean is that I have the impression the engineering station is not occupied that frequently Nijil tr'Korjata: And I have, in my dream I have gray. Dacia Sandero: The same as experienced as before? ::scans:: Ahh, green hair. Dacia Sandero: Like an old man? Chirakis: Jake> ::suddenly gasps, fully awake, screaming::: NOOO NOOO... Alexis McFarland: ::is awake and brushes her teeth:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's female..:: green faced :: And so am I. mimipavilion: ::hears Jake and runs to him:: Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: No, that's correct. Commander Kital can handle most of our ordinary systems-related needs, and for anything more serious we just call you up. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am never myself in this dream, but I am the same...woman, each time I visit. Chirakis: Jake> ::::stops, looks around, and winces against the pain, then leans back on the bed::: mimipavilion: ::Jake:: What's wrong, Lieutenant? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. I had a recent terrifying nightmare. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: It might be presumptive of me, but I think we need someone here full time to serve as a liaison to Engineering Chirakis: (w) One of which you cannot speak here? Dacia Sandero: Ahh, I see. Sometimes I have dreams like that too. Though, I assume you've already discussed all this in detail with Dr. Davis. Jylliene: ((Chamomile tea, melatonin, AND shore leave, perhaps. And also a plushie.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: An SI Op, so pretty sure it's not cleared. Nijil tr'Korjata: I've not told Jylliene. I can only imagine the ribbing I'd get Chirakis: (w) Use my office if you wish. See if you can rest. Scott Coleridge: You're the acting chief engineer. You're within your prerogative to assign someone if you like. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No, I should remain at my post, and not cry into my coffee. Chirakis: Jake> :::not really all together, he stares at Mimi, as though he doesn't understand her::: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Very well. Dacia Sandero: Well, your secret's safe with me. Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Nijil tr'Korjata: Some ie, but...it feels like I'm crossing a barrier. Nijil tr'Korjata: Like a barrier of this is a holodeck to this is reality. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Thank you sir. I'll send someone up shortly mimipavilion: Lieutenant, look at me, focus on my sound, do you understand me? Nijil tr'Korjata: I feel the hair, the species difference.. Height, gender obviously. Chirakis: Jake> ::blank stare:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Her, err, my vision is better than my own, hearing too. Dacia Sandero: You're a ‘her’ in your dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::stands... notices Tarisa's tail and stops to stare before leaving:: mimipavilion: Alright LT. ::scans him again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, laugh if au must. Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't notice Kenyon staring, too busy thinking about his dream of engineering:: Chirakis: Jake> ::seems to wake up:: Doc... I saw... this woman... :::deep breath:: again. She was... being tortured. Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles to himself and heads to the TL:: mimipavilion: Clarify Chirakis: Jake> Just… bad dream, Doc. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: wipes a tear away :: Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD, loading a couple reports on it and heads for the lift.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the lift at the same time as Tarisa apparently:: Chirakis: Jake> ::panting to get a grip::: Dacia Sandero: That's fine. I never dreamt of being a guy I admit. mimipavilion: ::ponders that for a moment:: I'm going to have our counselor talk with you ok. Chirakis: Jake> ::eyes closed::: Yes, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Gives Kenyon a nice smile as she orders the lift to the lab.: Nijil tr'Korjata: If I could I'd show au, though I don't think Jylliene would approve mimipavilion: ::props up his bed up a bit:: Good. I'll let her know. Chirakis: ::in the command chair, paging through information, but not really focusing on it:: Johnson Kenyon: ::cannot help but smile:: Johnson Kenyon: Engineering ::to Computer:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: I suppose I could always read your thoughts and try to see it in your memories. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Tarisa:: I'm looking forward to our dinner date Nijil tr'Korjata: Could au see my dreams, or my waking moments? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I am as well. mimipavilion: ::Jake:: Do feel a little better sitting up a bit. Chirakis: Jake> No, ma'am. Head hurts big time. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright. ::gives him a hypo to help:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have au perform the procedure anyway, for my own edification. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Strange things are happening. Chirakis: Thank you all for the last year. Next sim will be in the year 2020. Chirakis: TBS will be another day. We will begin at 7 am. Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: nothing here Chirakis: Comments or questions from Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: A Happy New Year to all of you. Stay off the roads if you can. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  25. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |27 December 2019 30 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.151 (Unofficial Sim) TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering and science are still dealing with the virus that caused chaos throughout the station. They aim to harden the station systems against further attacks of that nature. Cdr Korjata has been released from the medical complex, but will not return to duty until he is cleared. A Starfleet Command Engineer is in the medical complex after his toolbox landed on his head. He insists that a “drop dead gorgeous” women distracted him when she kept passing by. However, no woman was in that area. Security is checking surveillance footage to verify his claim.