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  1. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/14/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is investigating Nebula 259b and its wave generation. The ship trailing Aegean spotted a large alien vessel prowling the nebula. On Aegis, security is busy with the gremlin and the syndicate leader, Crow. Families that have been living down below are given new quarters. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::Ops, CnC:: Dacia Sandero: @::on Aegean's bridge:: mimipavilion: :back up in medical:: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::on Aegean bridge:: Scott Coleridge: @:: on bridge:: Lt. Dran, have you collected enough data from this round of probes? Chirakis: ::enters CnC from security and pauses for threat assessment::: Fletcher Jackson: ::monitoring ships as they come and go::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I believe so. Chirakis: ::steps in::: Commander Kital, report. Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: Alexis McFarland: ::in school with her friends:: Chirakis: ::minimally returns the nod:: Jylliene: Situation normal. Families are settling in to new quarters as we speak. Jylliene: Nothing from Aegean as of yet. Chirakis: ::she nods:: Commander Cayne, reports from Fleet Security? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his post :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Working on the Aegean engineering deck :: Chirakis: ::she moves to her console and pulls up the latest from her end::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::looking over the wave patterns:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Fleet security is in the green. Not a lot of activity. Dacia Sandero: @::still monitoring rad levels from her terminal:: Scott Coleridge: @ what's the status of your strangelet theory? Chirakis: ::without looking up:: Excellent. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Still just a theory. There's something in the star but I can't confirm what just yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ ::Watching the shields carefully :: Scott Coleridge: @ What would you propose we do next for our investigation? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I am trying to work on the safest method to confirm this. Does little good to do so and just unleash a stellar plague into the galaxy. Chirakis: ::paging through the latest information from October, a few things catch her attention, she makes a mental note, then blanks her screen::: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Jylliene: ::does some quick mental math, nods, resumes her work:: Chirakis: ::she steps away from her console and wanders toward Jylliene, speaking quietly without looking at her ::: You seem pensive, Commander. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Nothing from the Aegean as of yet. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Very well. Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Anything of note in that area of space? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Other than the mission objective they would have passed by a seven planet system with one class M world. Jylliene: Be concerned if ever Nijil is on an away mission and I am not pensive. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We should get closer if possible. Of course the best places to study are the worst for the dampening effect to take hold. Scott Coleridge: @ I'm willing to take us in slightly closer, but very gradually Dacia Sandero: @ :::nods:: Should be okay if we take it slow. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, that would be the safest. Chirakis: ::after a slight turn, she nods to Jyl:: Of course. Are you able to fulfill your duties? Scott Coleridge: @ Helm, bring us to within 0.2 AU, but at one quarter impulse. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::readies the systems for another round and scans:: Chirakis: ::takes note of the "one class M world"::: Jylliene: I am. I will let you know if it were to interfere at some point. Tarisa: ::Steps onto the CnC, heading for her console.:: Chirakis: ::Jyl:: Very well. Alexis McFarland: ::probably having lunch or something:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: Actually having lunch,... another sandwich... more like breakfast, sandwich, and late dinner :: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a Blubby Wrap:: mimipavilion: ::leaves her office and checks throughout medical:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Bridge+ Shields are holding, as well as other systems. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::beginning next phase of scans:: Scott Coleridge: @ Ens. Kel: 0.2AU, aye Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily eating with Alexis and Annisha.:: Yummy! Dacia Sandero: @Rad levels are still good Alexis McFarland: Mm. Scott Coleridge: @ +Nijil+ Confirmed, thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No news from the ship, which is neither here nor there. Scott Coleridge: @ Let's see if this star has any other surprises for us Chirakis: ::upon completing her rounds, she stops at Cayne's console:: Agreed. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> So...:: munches :: what's new with au two? :: munches and smiles :: Alexis McFarland: I think my parents are going to be assigned here. So that's good. Tarisa: Miana> :;Shrugs:: Oh. :;Remembers.:: Have you seen the new kids in school? Tarisa: Miana> ::Smiles:: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Easy pickings... I mean yes, I've heard of them. Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: Yes, those boys. But they're older and in a different class aren't they? Chirakis: % Lt Hill> :aboard Shuttle Regulus:: Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Watching the location of the waves against a large background, the Aegean a small icon in the middle :: Chirakis: % LtCdr Dayson> ::steps toward Hill and takes a headset::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ The anomalies seem to be between zones of the star's interior. They may be held in place by convection currents between the core and outer layers. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: But there are more than them. Quite a few more. Chirakis: % Dayson> ::as he listens:: Ens Brady, go dark. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, yes. Quite a few. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I have never seen so many probes leave our stores, I can only imagine what an enemy of ours would think if they saw their cargo bay. Tarisa: Miana> I have not seen all of them, but I can kind of smell them when I walk through the halls. Chirakis: % Brady> Aye, sir. Going dark. ::shuts down everything::: Dacia Sandero: @ :::checks her console:: Alexis McFarland: I hope they're taking baths. Chirakis: % Dayson> ::still listening::: Tarisa: Miana> I do not smell them like that. ::Makes a weird face.:: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Oh, okay. Scott Coleridge: @ Any indication yet if the anomalies are natural or artificial? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Glad I don't have super smell, no offense Miana. Alexis McFarland: ::pets Miana:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ No, but I think it's time to find out for sure. Readying the stellar core probe. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> Whose week is it to keep Miana? :: smirks with a smile :: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: I heard Vulcans have a strong sense of smell, but they can not detect distinct things like we can. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::inputting probe flight path:: Chirakis: % Brady> ::writes on a padd:: "the star will black them out" Alexis McFarland: I can agree to that. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Sees a probe come online, watching the comm signals :: Tarisa: Miana> :;Blinks.:: Chirakis: % Hill> ::thumbs up, affirmative::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Going to fire a partner probe as well to monitor from the edge of the star's surface. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Well, I'll be her neighbour soon so... Tarisa: Miana> Yay! Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::double checks:: Probes are ready. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: to NOIP :: Oh Jylliene, look at what au are missing... Dacia Sandero: @ ::looks out at the viewscreen:: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking through lists to see if any sensors have recorded additional gremlin intrusions:: mimipavilion: ::finishes her rounds, leaves medical again, with Mallard in charge; and heads back up to CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> We Rihans have strong emotions... we don't place them on a shelf like they do, meaning we are funnier. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC and stays out of the way:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Primary probe launching. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Launch confirmed. Launching second. Chirakis: ::notes Mimi's entrance::: Doctor. Alexis McFarland: That's true, Vulcans don't make good jokes Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Launch confirmed. Both probes on course. mimipavilion: Captain. Dacia Sandero: @ ::watches the probes:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: To anyone around him :: I would be better if we could get real time sensor data from them, but they are on a silent op. Johnson Kenyon: ::pulling up the work logs, checking to see if there are more glitches:: Scott Coleridge: @ Waiting:: Chirakis: :::she steps in Mimi's direction:: Any word on our young friends from below? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Primary probe metaphasic shields activated. Entering the star now. Fletcher Jackson: :::still shuttling ships back and forth, reaches for his coffee and it's.... gone!!!:::gasp::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Second probe maintaining lock on primary. mimipavilion: ::shakes her head:: No ma'am. Chirakis: So.. neither pro nor con. Interesting. I would think that they would have some kind of reaction. Chirakis: Or.. it could be too much of a shock. mimipavilion: It could be ma'am. Fletcher Jackson: ::with a sigh, he stands with his empty cup and looks to Jyl::: Coffee, ma'am? Johnson Kenyon: ::checking in with Lt Little... asking him the work priority:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Interesting convection pattern. More than just rise and fall. Something is causing them to spiral as well. Well, that's something new. Chirakis: Or...it could be that they are shocked about going to school. ::smirk:: mimipavilion: I wouldn't be surprised if they were doing a little recon of their new surroundings. ::side nod and smiles:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Switches consoles to get to a larger screen :: Chirakis: % LtCdr Dayson> We're clear. Keep a tight watch on that. Go to yellow. Chirakis: % Brady> Going yellow, aye. Jylliene: ::nods to Jackson:: Please. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Not sure if the anomalies are causing that or being caused by this pattern. ::jotting down notes in her journal:: Fletcher Jackson: ::takes her cup:: Donut? Jylliene: That would also be appreciated Fletcher Jackson: ::moves toward the stand and begins to fill her cup, then finds her favorite donut and returns::: Johnson Kenyon: +Security+ Lt Johnson to Security Fletcher Jackson: Here ya go, ma'am. Fresh. Or at least they smell fresh. ::puts her mug next to her:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Stomach rumbling. Nijil did not know the time, so much work :: Jylliene: Thank you ::smile:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Anomalies coming into range now. Chirakis: Garand> +Jackson+ Security here. Go ahead. Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ Would you mind if I spent a little time with our guest to see if I can communicate with it? Fletcher Jackson: Any time, ma'am. :::takes his own and settles in:: Chirakis: Garand> ::long pause:: Jylliene: ::needs to get something for Jackson some time as thanks:: Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ Report to Security and we'll discuss it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Realizes he needs to visit those kids at some point. They either looked up to him, a bit of a fan club...or was it old-man pity? Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ Aye sir. On my way Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving Main Engineering, headed for security:: Fletcher Jackson: (A super-sized jelly donut with sprinkles) Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: Continues to eat :: Jylliene: (sounds good to me!) Alexis McFarland: ::eating her jello:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Oh, here comes the data. Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Check on the Ghost Squad, Commander. I will take TAC. Johnson Kenyon: ::in the TL:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods:: I need the walk. :: Heads to the CnC lift :: Chirakis: % Dayson> +low frequency+ Sun Show, Prowlers. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving in Security:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Leans against the wall as the lift continues :: Chirakis: Garand> ::turns, having waited for Kenyon:: Ensign Kenyon? Chirakis: 10:58 PM Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exits on their level :: Johnson Kenyon: ::frowns, pointing to his second pip:: Lieutenant J.G Chirakis: Garand> Well, ::extends a hand:: Congratulations. Chirakis: Garand> Are you a linguist? Johnson Kenyon: ::to Garand:: thank you.... No... I'm not a linguist as you know very well. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sighs :: At least the probes are holding. Scott Coleridge: @ :: pleased they haven't encountered any unexpected resistance yet:: Jylliene: ::enjoys the doughnut. Yep, needed this.:: Johnson Kenyon: however these creatures seem to be very interested in mechanical things... so I've brought it some toys. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> We should go and meet these new kids... let them know who we are. Chirakis: Garand> Explain. Johnson Kenyon: Might make him... er... it easier to study? mimipavilion: ::goes to one to the mission configurable consoles, turns it on to monitor medical and the such:: Alexis McFarland: ::holds onto Miana:: I guess, we can Johnson Kenyon: the language of engineering as it were Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Arrives at the GS :: It's Cayne... Chirakis: Garand> Very well. Come with me and we'll see what happens. ::tags him for entrance and leads him toward our friend::: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 6/14/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: TBS, Commander? Chirakis: ::hearing the cogs turn::: Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Take us to the end of the shift. Chirakis: End of shift will be 1900 or 7:00 PM Chirakis: Words for the wise? Chirakis: Or otherwise? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: I'm glad you could make it, Lt Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: thank you Chirakis: Seeing nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  2. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |14 June 2019 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 TBS is 4 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis local. On Aegean: The star that they are investigating continues to actively pulse. Its wave frequency has not intensified nor shown signs of diminishing. We suspect that the 259b wave generation is artificial. However, the solar wave could be triggered by proximity to the star, or by the proximity of an artificial quantum singularity similar to that used by Nei’rrh and Aegean. Dr Sandero is monitoring the electromagnetic wave effects on humanoid life. For now, the radiation levels are within Aegean’s tolerance levels. Aegean will keep its current distance until results from the probes come back. The Starfleet security ship that is tailing Aegean informed Cdr Coleridge that a large alien vessel has entered nebula 259b close to Aegean. The ship does not seem aware of Aegean’s presence, but they will continue to monitor. On Aegis: Families who have been living in the unfinished areas of the station will be given new quarters. Security is watching Crow, the syndicate leader below decks. The “gremlin” is still in custody. It is docile, inquisitive, and confused. Security has not been able to communicate with it.
  3. ~~Season 24 Premiere~~ Mission Brief |Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 August 2018 29 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.119 TBS is 9.5 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Alpha Watch has begun. Aegean successfully intercepted the science ship, Toq-Pan-Jri. Both ships are about to dock at Aegis. As a precaution, Task Force Aegis remains on standby in docking orbit. An inquiry into the cause of Toq-Pan-Jri’s change of flight plans will hopefully uncover the cause of the navigation problem that Aegean and Task Force Aegis encountered.
  4. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/31/19 =/\= 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 No TBS. The time is 0800 hours (8:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean's first test in Nebula 259b caused the star's wave generation to spike and enter an "active" phase without warning. On Aegis, security is busy with the gremlin and the syndicate leader, Crow. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC OPS::: mimipavilion: ::finishing up the update of the newest arrival:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: On Aegean :: Dacia Sandero: @::on Aegean as well:: Chirakis: ::CnC, command console::: Tarisa: ::At her station on CnC.:: Alexis McFarland: ::eating her breakfast:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Also eating breakfast at her place.:: Scott Coleridge: @::Aegean command chair, looking at the sensor readouts:: That was... unexpected. Chirakis: ::leans back after reading a report from the Starfleet security tail::: Alexis McFarland: ::eating a piece of avocado toast:: Chirakis: ::then she stands to wander CnC ::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::continues with her research on the radiation waves and its effects on humanoid life:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Keep a close eye on our shielding, please. If this level of activity continues, I want to know if it causes any degradation. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Aye mimipavilion: ::does some more paperwork:: Chirakis: :::arrives at Tarisa's console::: Commander, were you investigating Nebula 259b as well? ::she seems concerned::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes her breakfast, grabs her things, and leaves the VIP quarters.:: Scott Coleridge: @::knows that Dran is busy herding the probes and sensors:: Scott Coleridge: @ It seems too unlikely a coincidence that the star just decided to become more active as we got closer. Tarisa: :;Nods.:: I have been trying to monitor the area. ::Bringing up the area on screen.:: I was about to begin another active scan... Tarisa: Hmm...It seems that area is becoming active again. Chirakis: And it was not active until Aegean approached it? Alexis McFarland: ::Drinking some orange juice and fixes her hair:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I have said I believe there is an artificial quality about all of this. Tarisa: Correct Chirakis: Have you any idea why that might happen? ::merely curious, not alarmed::: Scott Coleridge: @ It's possible. Of course, our proximity might be a natural trigger too. I wonder how we can test that, other than getting closer. Scott Coleridge: @ I don't want to do that until we've collected all the readings we can from this distance. Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: Not without concrete evidence. But the possibility of some sort of proximity trigger could come to mind. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ This does not match anything in Federation or Rihan databases mimipavilion: ::finishes up with her paperwork and heads for the CnC, leaving medical in the care of Lt. Mallard:: Chirakis: ..and that could be something natural, perhaps the proximity of an artificial quantum singularity? Fletcher Jackson: ::turns::: Captain, priority one coming to your console. Tarisa: Miana> ::Happily chimes Alexis' door.:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later:: Chirakis: ::looks to Jackson:: Thank you, Ensign. Tarisa: :;Nods.:: Yes, it is possible. Alexis McFarland: ::hovers to the door and opens it:: Morning Miana. ::smiles:: Chirakis: ::she nods and moves to her console::: Chirakis: ::inserts her secure datacrystal and reads::: Tarisa: Miana> Hi! ::Hugs, happy tail going.:: Alexis McFarland: ::hugs Miana:: How are you feeling? Your arm feeling better? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> :: Oblivious to what her father is doing :: Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: Mmhm Alexis McFarland: That is good. Let's get Annisha. ::heads out of her room to Annisha's:: Chirakis: ::she seems to be alarmed about something, returns a message and blanks her screen, returning the chip to her pocket::: Alexis McFarland: My leg and arm are getting better. I can move them a bit more and doesn't hurt. Tarisa: Miana> Yay! :;Follows.:: Alexis McFarland: ::chimes on Annisha's door:: mimipavilion: ::stands out of the way and observes:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: How are the radiation levels at present? Dacia Sandero: @ ::checks:: Radiation levels are getting higher the closer we get. Levels are pretty high now, but still within our shield’s tolerance levels. Alexis McFarland: Neesha! ::peers at door:: Chirakis: ::then spots Mimi::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I am not sure how much closer we can get and maintain a level of safety. mimipavilion: ::notices that the Captain has seen her and nods:: Chirakis: ::puts on her best neutral expression::: Good evening, Doctor. Any news? Dacia Sandero: @ Pretty high as it is, but it's your call. mimipavilion: Just a new baby. Scott Coleridge: @ We'll keep at our current distance for now, but we'll see what the probes send back. Dacia Sandero: @interesting. Alexis McFarland: ::Hugs Annisha:: Chirakis: Oh. And whose is it? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The Warren and Nei'rrh were a bit closer, mimipavilion: The Nelsons. Chirakis: The Nelsons. :::she nods, smiling in satisfaction::: The boy they were waiting for. mimipavilion: ::nods, moves next to her, whispers:: Your neutral face isn't your best. Chirakis: ::slight chuckle::: I will keep that in mind. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ We should consider a series of new probes. mimipavilion: ::smiles and nods:: Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Commander take the con. Doctor, my office for a while? mimipavilion: ::nods and follows:: Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana, and heads to school with them:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: That might help. Chirakis: ::enters and approaches her bar::: Do you drink on duty, or is it forbidden? Scott Coleridge: @::his console beeps with an encrypted notification:: Hmm Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Configuring... mimipavilion: When on duty no. Off duty, yes. Dacia Sandero: @ ::monitoring the rad levels:: Chirakis: And you are... on or off? Chirakis: I also have coffee, or Dr. Davis's tea that she was kind enough to give to me. mimipavilion: On duty, I'll have the tea thanks. Chirakis: Very well. So will I. Tarisa: ::Ears perk up as she looks to the others on CnC.:: Chirakis: :::stands at the bar for a while and returns with the tea::: I'm afraid I cannot furnish the amenities that Dr. Davis has. Will coffee mugs do? mimipavilion: Yes Scott Coleridge: @::decrypts the notification and reads; it's from the secret security detail trailing them:: Chirakis: Excellent. ::hands it to her and relaxes into a chair::: mimipavilion: ::takes the mug and sits:: Tarisa: Miana> ::On the way to school.:: I heard something interesting. Alexis McFarland: Ooh, what did you hear? Tarisa: Miana> That we might have new students. Alexis McFarland: Oooh! I hope they are nice. I wonder who they are. Tarisa: Miana> If what I heard was true, it might be people we already know. Alexis McFarland: Hmm Chirakis: ::after a few sips she sighs::: Doctor... what do you think of taking a family from its fairly comfortable area below decks and placing them in decent quarters? Chirakis: "Fairly comfortable" meaning what they are used to, not necessarily what we would call comfortable. Tarisa: Miana> ::Leans on the hover chair and whispers.:: I heard it might be the boys we met in the lower decks. You know, the ones in that secret club. Scott Coleridge: @::Notification reads: "Large alien vessel has entered nebula within Aegean proximity. Does not seem aware of Aegean presence yet. Will monitor situation. Stay alert.":: Alexis McFarland: Oh, them. I remember them. The dirty boys. mimipavilion: ::raises her brows:: A family.... ::pauses for a moment:: from below decks. ::thinks:: Depends what they call 'comfortable.' Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: They were my neighbors for a night. Chirakis: ::nod:: You are familiar with the boys, Jake and Billy? Alexis McFarland: I hope they weren't too loud for you. Though that's a big upgrade. Alexis McFarland: If I wasn't already used to VIP quarters, I'd be jealous. Tarisa: Miana> I almost did not know they were there. mimipavilion: ::thinks:: I believe so. Word is, but I hope I'm wrong, they report to you or Cayne. Alexis McFarland: And if my parents get reassigned here, that's where I'd move to I'd bet. Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up.:: We could be neighbors! Alexis McFarland: Mm. Chirakis: They do, and I am concerned for their safety. They know too much, and are not aware of their danger. I would like to bring them to secure quarters "Above" as they say. They and the rest of their group. mimipavilion: ::Nods:: I take you have a place or two in mind for the group. mimipavilion: ::takes a sip:: Alexis McFarland: They seemed nice enough I guess, those boys. Not really my type though. Chirakis: I do. With extra security monitors of which they will not be aware. mimipavilion: ::nods:: This is just a guess, but it's the children's home. Chirakis: No. It is not. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Chirakis: We've been working on additional housing for those below. They will occupy several of those. mimipavilion: ::nods again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Monitoring shields :: Chirakis: Psychologically, how do you believe that the children will react? Or their parents, for that matter? Dacia Sandero: @: ::Still keeping an eye on the rad levels:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: They spoke funny. Alexis McFarland: Hmm, yes. They did. mimipavilion: I believe they'll be in shock for a bit due to adjusting, but I think they'll be fine. Chirakis: :::she nods, sipping the tea::: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Chirakis: ::her belt beeps and she looks down::: Feel free to stay here for a while and relax, Doctor. I have an urgent message. Scott Coleridge: @ ACTION> The star has continued to pulse in an "active" way, but the frequency of its waves has not intensified further. Neither do they show any sign of diminishing. Alexis McFarland: ::clutches Miana:: You're more my type, Miana. ::smiles and giggles:: Chirakis: :::puts her mug aside and exits her office::: Commander Tarisa, anything new? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Of course, quick question though Nijil tr'Korjata: @ If nothing else we have some more advanced scans. mimipavilion: ::puts her tea down and follows:: Chirakis: ::moves to her console::: Chirakis: (two minutes) Chirakis: ::receives the message and blanks the screen, then turns to Mimi::: Something else, Doctor? mimipavilion: ::rethinks on how to ask her question without everyone else hearing and moves to :: Just an important question. Tarisa: :;Shakes her head as Chirakis enters.:: Not at the moment. Chirakis: Of course. ::nods back to Tarisa::: Chirakis: ::steps aside into a quieter area::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles and purrs as she hugs back.:: mimipavilion: ::follows Chirakis to a quieter area::softly just in case:: What makes this group important to move? Chirakis: That is classified, Doctor. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Understood. Chirakis: As far as they know, they are some of those below who will have new homes. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/31/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: What time is it now in game? Chirakis: ::notes his pondering look::: Chirakis: 0900 Scott Coleridge: Let's move it to just after lunch Chirakis: Very well. Just after lunch - 1300 - 1:00 PM Chirakis: Words for the crew? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing here Chirakis: Very well.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |31 May 2019 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 No TBS. The time is 0800 hours (08:00 AM) Aegis local. On Aegis, security is stymied with its newest acquisition: a small humanoid that was installing electronic equipment in unfinished areas of the station. They call the being “the gremlin” for lack of a better name, and believe that it is responsible for most of the electronic glitches we have had throughout the station: turbolift malfunctions, random blinking emergency lights, and similar. They have tried interrogation, but the computer cannot decipher its language. It is docile and inquisitive rather than aggressive. To top it all off, its normal odor resembles a blend of chicken poop and rotten fish—or so Lt Garand says. Thankfully, our Vulcan engineer, Ens Sartaru, has formulated an aerosol spray that works. Mostly. On a more serious note, Aegean has reached its destination in Nebula 259b. As soon as they achieved stellar orbit to begin their tests, the star’s electromagnetic wave generation spiked and entered an active phase without warning.
  6. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/24/19=/\= 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean is approaching Nebula 259b. Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves. Alpha watch is on duty. Our "gremlin" is in custody. There may be more gremlins. Communicating is difficult. Security is keeping close watch on the syndicate leader, Crow. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::on the Aegean, starting her shift:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::enters Aegean's bridge:: Chirakis: :::CnC OIC::: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main engineering receiving orders from Lt Little:: Alexis McFarland: ::still snuggled up in bed, asleep:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::probably on the bridge, since there was nobody in sickbay:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC Aux OPS mimipavilion: ::in her office specifically nursing a hangover:: Chirakis: (I presume that is someone else's hangover?) Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking on the latest scans and updated simulations:: Scott Coleridge: @::also on the bridge:: mimipavilion: (maybe?) Jylliene: ::The usual morning routine, along with worries about Nijil. Which is also the usual.:: Scott Coleridge: @::glances at the NPC on helm:: Ensign Kel, what's our ETA? Chirakis: :::weaving among the stations while monitoring the tactical screen, as usual::: Scott Coleridge: @Ens Kel> We're approaching the fringes of the nebula, arriving at the designated coordinates in seven minutes, Captain. mimipavilion: ::glad she kept a hypo in her desk for such things:: Chirakis: :::stops near Jylliene::: Any word from Aegean? Johnson Kenyon: ::finishing conversation with Lt Little:: Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to console to read Lt Landru's report:: Jylliene: Nothing yet, ma'am. Shall I call for a check-in? Scott Coleridge: @::Kel:: Very good, take us out of warp when we arrive. Chirakis: No check-ins. It could compromise their position. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am. Dacia Sandero: @ ::researching the ion particles and other things inhabiting the nebula:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: This is largely your show, Lieutenant. We'll conduct long-range scans, launch probes, do anything else we need to do, and then once we're ready, plunge in. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Lt Little:: I think we should set up some proximity sensors in the critical systems to catch the gremlins Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::final check on the sensor pods:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> Arrange it then. Coordinate your efforts with security. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Lt Little:: Do we have a counter measure yet for the odor? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ :::moves over to the Ops station. Updates the sensor timing schedule:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> Ensign Sartrou is working on it.. ::chuckles:: Apparently Vulcans can forgo sleep as they please. Fletcher Jackson: ::it's a very quiet watch so far and he wonders why::: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Little:: Perhaps Ens Sartrou should work with someone in Science Jylliene: ::ponders installation of some kind of tracking collar for Nijil that might register an alarm or restrain him to the station:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> I'll suggest it Fletcher Jackson: ::general stuff - requisitions, requests to dock, someone wants a table at Blubby's... huh???::: Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: It'll be interesting to see if we can learn if this phenomenon has much effect on biological tissue. That geologist they rescued... Dr. Burberry? He was on that planetoid for a while, was he not? Any signs of effects from this wave? Johnson Kenyon: Very well, then I'll get with security. Dacia Sandero: @That's right, Dr Burberry. 10 years I think? I am picking up some residual effects which I believe could be from the wave. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to a quiet section of Main Engineering: +SECURITY+ Lieutenant Kenyon to Security Scott Coleridge: ((Poor Dr. Brubaker)) Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ Garand here. Go ahead. Scott Coleridge: @Ens. Kel> Dropping to warp, sir. Dacia Sandero: (yesh) Chirakis: Garand> ::thumbing through reports::: mimipavilion: ::does paperwork:: Dacia Sandero: @::analysing her findings of the energy wave::: Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ Lt Little suggested I contact Security to arrange for a way to better correct our Gremlin problem. Scott Coleridge: @::keeps an eye on the defenses they've created, though there's relatively little danger this far out:: Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ I take it you have read Lt Landru's report? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Preliminary scans underway. Chirakis: Garand> Hm... +Kenyon+ We're working on our little friend now, and yes, I read the report. Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ How about you come down here. Things are a little dicey. And you might want to bring a rebreather. :::wry suggestion:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::sets her journal on the edge of the console. Making comparison notes from current scans to previous:: Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ I'm going to set up some proximity sensors at key systems... do you want to be able to watch them on your console? Tarisa: ::Arrives onto the CnC, looking around before heading to her station.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Err somewhere :: Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ Affirmative. Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ Dicey? We have our resident Vulcan engineer working on a counter agent to the stink. Fletcher Jackson: ::reaches for his cup, and it's empty:: mimipavilion: ::gets a message that a woman has come in to medical ready to deliver:: Alright then. mimipavilion: ::goes and gets ready for delivery:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Radiation levels within predicted ranges. Our shielding should be good at this distance. Scott Coleridge: @::notes that Nijil will probably be coming on duty soon, now that he has taken extra time to catch up on his sleep per orders:: Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ Apparently it's not working as well as we hoped. Or it could be residual odor. Whatever.. it's not comfy down here. ::coughs:: Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ What have you tried? Scott Coleridge: @ What about once we're in the nebula proper? How close do you think we can get before it becomes an issue? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Getting himself together, but not feeling well. One too many of something or one of the wrong thing :: Chirakis: Garand> ::continues with his reports, giving a cough now and then:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Arrives on the bridge :: Johnson Kenyon: +Ens Sartrou+ Have you found the solution to the stink? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looking green... :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ That is actually my biggest question and what started my research. Radiation should be near lethal exposure within 0.8 AU from the star. Dacia Sandero: @ ::glances at Nijil:: You all right? Tarisa: Miana> ::Starting to wake up, after have a bit of a scary night.:: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> +Kenyon+ I have discovered that it is a particular mixture of sulfur compounds and I have found something that will lessen the effect Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Na, but I have duties to perform. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ The planet's average orbit was at 0.46 AU. Alexis McFarland: ::stirs in her sleep, shifting positions:: Jylliene: ::quick mental image of Nijil getting a jolt as he tries to board the Nei'rrh; slight grin:: Johnson Kenyon: +Ens Sartrou+ I think Lt Garand would appreciate whatever you can provide him Jylliene: ::returns to the usual duties:: Dacia Sandero: @ If you're feeling unwell, I can check on you. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: takes a station on the bridge, configures it for engineering functions :: Scott Coleridge: Hmm. Chirakis: Garand> :::wandering from his station to the brig where our little gremlin is, and it's looking pretty sad, but he can't do anything about that::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I am not sure much can be done. Scott Coleridge: @ Hmm ::counts on his fingers:: That is... less than 0.8 AU Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> +Kenyon+ I shall report to the brig at once Dacia Sandero: @ ::bit concerned:: Ok, but let me know if you feel worse. Fletcher Jackson: ::stands, grabbing his cup and turns to Jylliene::: Coffee, ma'am? It smells fresh. Jylliene: Please and thank you. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ A cautious approach would be best as we test our shielding capacity. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Oh au will be the first to know. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The shield configuration is optimal. Chirakis: Garand> ::to Schmidt:: Figured out a way to communicate yet? mimipavilion: ::the women is ready and so is Mimi:: Alright ma'am, now... push. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::stopping by Main Engineering to fashion an aerosolizer:: Dacia Sandero: @::resuming her work on the energy waves and its effects:: Scott Coleridge: @ Agreed. ::Kell:: When Lt. Dran is ready, we'll enter the nebula and stop at 0.8 AU from the star for our next tests. mimipavilion: ::she pushed:: Chirakis: Schmidt> ::Garand:: Well, sir, I know quite a few languages, but even the computer can't decipher what it's trying to say. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::jotting more notes as sensor readings come in::The current theory is the waves are dampening the radiation somehow. Johnson Kenyon: ::putting work orders in for proximity alarms at critical points... setting up a few at areas where these gremlins might frequent according to Lt Landru's map:: Fletcher Jackson: :::filling the cups, he also brings her favorite donut::: Here you go, ma'am. ::sets it next to her::: mimipavilion: ::to the woman:: alright, take a moment, now on the next contraction push as hard as you can. Chirakis: Garand> :::eyes the gremlin::: Tried pictures? Jylliene: ::grins:: Thank you again. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Adjustments based on newest scans complete. We should be good to proceed. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Doctor, are there any medical concerns from this wave? Ones that would affect certain people and not others? Jylliene: ::returns to the reports:: Chirakis: Schmidt> ::Garand:: Pictures? Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::aerosolizer collected and loaded, heading to the brig:: Alexis McFarland: ::opens her eyes and starts to wake up, shimmies her way into her hover chair:: Chirakis: Garand> Yes, Ensign. You know.... things that look like what you see? Sketches? Images? mimipavilion: ::the lady pushes on the next contraction:: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::walking into the brig area:: Chirakis: Schmidt> ::Garand:: Good idea, sir. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::carrying his aerosolizer... looks at Lt Garand:: Chirakis: Garand> Let me know when you make progress. ::he turns to see Sartrou:: Hello, Ensign. Gonna fix this stinky mess? Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> It's not an immediate remedy, but it will lessen the odor Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> However, I will need to apply it to the source for best efficacy Chirakis: Garand> ::Sartrou:: We sure hope so. ::turns:: Schmidt, I'll be at.... Chirakis: Garand> ::blink:: Apply it to the source? Fletcher Jackson: ::the second cup always tastes better than the first::: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> Did it release an odor or is it the odor? mimipavilion: ::the baby is finally delivered and starts crying, she cuts the cord and tends to the baby while a nurse tends to the mother:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, of course it seems the star is in a less active cycle. I would much prefer we test against the waves effect at a distance. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The shields on this vessel are more powerful than that of the Nei'rrh. Chirakis: Garand> It's a continual odor. I'm not sure if it releases the odor or it needs a bath. Alexis McFarland: ::emerges from the bathroom and quickly dresses, a blouse and skirt:: Scott Coleridge: @::dryly:: I'll have to see if we can schedule a follow-up mission during the wet season. Tarisa: Miana> ::Finished getting ready for the day.:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::finds the sciencey wave research fascinating:: mimipavilion: ::takes the baby girl to her parents:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. More data points are always useful. Chirakis: ::wanders toward Tarisa::: Any progress on your research, Commander? Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> I suggest we apply it to our guest, but we can also try the air in here. Chirakis: Garand> Hey, we're game for anything. I can't even go to quarters without the wife telling me how much I stink. Jylliene: ::sips the coffee, approving some requisitions, asking for clarification on others:: Johnson Kenyon: ::making his work orders high priority:: Chirakis: Garand> Let's try the air first. It's a slippery little shi* so going in there is not advised. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> Let's begin by spraying the air then Chirakis: Garand> Do we need to step away? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Coming into range. Beginning primary sensor sweeps. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::begins spraying the air:: No, sir. I believe you may need to be treated as well. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::gets the mission pods set to their various tasks:: Chirakis: Garand> ::turning his head away anyway::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Checks the probe loadouts :: Chirakis: Garand> ::and stepping aside::: Chirakis: 10:45 PM Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: No progress as of yet, Captain. But there is something I would like to discuss. Chirakis: ::nod:: Of course. mimipavilion: ::helps move the family to a more comfortable room and then goes and enters the new member into the system:: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::finishes spraying the room:: Tarisa: It might be more appropriate if it were private. It is a concern Lt. Dran shared with me. Chirakis: My office, then. :::turns toward her office::: Commander Kital, you have the con. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ What an area of space. Jylliene: Acknowledged. I have the con. Tarisa: ::Follows Chirakis to her office.:: Dacia Sandero: @ Yeah, it is very interesting innit? Chirakis: Garand> ::sniff.... sniff sniff:::: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::stops spraying:: it may take a bit for full effect, but you should notice some improvement within 10 minutes Chirakis: Garand> I think that actually worked. ::takes a good look at the container::: Do we need to spray regularly? Alexis McFarland: ::eating some breakfast of toast, juice and cereal:: Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> Only if the source is not treated. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer is mapping the inside of the star now. Chirakis: ::enters and offers Tarisa a chair as the door closes behind them::: Johnson Kenyon: ((aerosol spray smell is something like tomatoes)) Scott Coleridge: @ Will you be able to detect if your strangelet suspicions are correct from this distance? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::looking at the raw numbers:: Chirakis: ((Better than the alternative.)) Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::to Lt Garand:: I will leave this with you then and make others. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Probably not. I hope not. If so then it's probably past containment. Chirakis: Garand> ::slight grin:: Thanks. Makes me hungry for home grown tomatoes. Tarisa: ::Takes a seat.:: This will not be long. Lt. Dran is concerned that her current research may be used for weaponization. I too am worried. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> If you are hungry, I can arrange for something to be brought up to you. Tarisa: I offered to bring it up to you, in hopes that you would be able to lock it away once we have found what we are looking for. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ The station core may have an easier time with the data sets. Chirakis: ::serious expression::: A valid concern. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Scans ARE showing abnormalities within the star. Something beyond the norm is going on with its structure. Johnson Kenyon: ::heading out with a box of proximity sensors:: Chirakis: Commander, everything that pertains to Lt Dran's research and all information that comes from Aegean's findings are highly classified. Johnson Kenyon: Ens Sartrou> ::exiting the brig:: Jylliene: ::paces:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Have we anything like it on record? Jylliene: ::wonders if that's something that one does automatically when they have the con:: Chirakis: However, since you are concerned, we will keep a close watch on it. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ No records I have access to. Fletcher Jackson: :::watching the commander as she paces just like the captain:::weird::: Tarisa: Thank you Captain. That is reassuring. Scott Coleridge: @ I suppose the only thing we can do, then, is get closer. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. Scott Coleridge: @ And hope our shields hold up well enough for us to get some answers. Scott Coleridge: @ Helm, take us in to 0.45 AU, just inside that planetoid's orbit. Johnson Kenyon: ::setting up proximity sensors and programming them to relays to engineering and security:: Chirakis: Actually... to add to that... everyone who is allowed in CnC is strictly vetted. If there is any breach, we will know instantly and it will be rectified. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Looks out at the view screen:: Tarisa: ::Nods in relief.:: I understand. Chirakis: If you have further concerns, my door is always open. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I sincerely hope there is no who we need to deal with regarding this star. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Interesting. ::taking more notes:: Johnson Kenyon: +Garand+ The proximity alarms are being set up as we speak. I'll send someone from engineering to set up your console to receive them. Chirakis: Garand> +Kenyon+ Understood. Scott Coleridge: @ Ens. Kel> 0.45 AU attained, sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to Main Engineering to check the sensors:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Shields functioning. Scott Coleridge: @ Well, we'll soon see what we find from here. Chirakis: (last words) Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes, this range should improve scan resolution. Tarisa: :;Stands.:: Thank you, Captain. ::Quietly exits.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Incoming wave! Oh, look at all those data points. Scott Coleridge: @ACTION> All the alarms on Aegean go off as the star's wave generation spikes and enters an "active" phase without warning. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/24/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: NO TBS. Captain Coleridge, comments? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  7. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |24 May 2019 16 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.137 TBS is 7 hours. The time is 0700 hours (07:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean is approaching its target and will soon begin investigating Nebula 259b. Engineering is still struggling to find the cause of and fix the glitches before the nusinces escalate. The energy being we call Shadow has informed Captain Chirakis of a possible danger to the station. Our gremlin is in custody. Communication with it has been difficult.
  8. Darker Shadows Chirakis August 11, 2418 Address to the 115th Xenobiology Symposium Dr. Jeffrey Kjeldsen, MD The Shadow Being Consider, if you will, a universe in which there is no time and no finite space. There is nothing solid, nor is there anything biological. In fact, in this universe all things, all beings, exist and interact as pure energy. There is no linear time, nor is there cyclical time. Time exists. Time is. Past, present, and future are one. Moreover, there is no finite space. There are no boundaries whatsoever. Imagine this universe and put it as firmly into your mind as you can. With that firmly in mind, imagine that at this very instant, without any warning whatsoever, you are transported into that universe. Your body is intact. You are fully clothed. You have in your pockets what you had when you left the house this morning. Absolutely nothing has changed, except that the universe in which you lived a split second before has transformed into a totally alien universe—a timeless, limitless, universe inhabited by beings of pure energy. You have no idea what happened. You think that it is a dream. You try to shake yourself awake, but you can’t, no matter what you do. Then you become confused. You look for a way to get back to where you were. You grope everywhere looking for a door, an opening, or something that will help you escape. But there is none. You cannot return to your own universe. You are, in essence, stuck in this universe for eternity. You must sustain yourself. You must fend for yourself. You must find food, shelter, companionship—everything that sustained you in your own universe. Pause right now, take a minute, and consider that. Is it even remotely imaginable how you would survive in a universe without time, without distance, without solids, liquids, or gasses? I would wager that most of you would be dumbfounded at such a fantasy, yet this is exactly what happened—in reverse—to a being that has hitherto been a closely guarded military secret. This is what happened to the being that has come to be known as Shadow. According to Starfleet records, this interdimensional energy being was snatched from its own dimension and trapped in ours when an alien subspace probe created a dimensional rift in the vicinity of Sky Harbor Aegis 30 years ago, on February 1, 2388. After a long period of adjustment and a steep learning curve, the being and the crew accepted each other. The crew eventually named the being Shadow. For ease of communication, it is referred to in the masculine. Shadow is a sentient being who exhibits intelligence, reason, emotion, and the will to survive. He is in need of companionship, shelter, and sustenance. In short, he possesses everything we possess except for a biological body. He exists today, trapped in our universe of finite space and time, in a secure facility. After 30 years he is still uncomfortable. He still puzzles over much that he finds in this reality. * * * * * * * Sky Harbor Aegis May 16, 2388—0100 hours Aegis local Activity in Aegis Command and Control had settled into its normal pace. Freighters continued to come and go. Their time was not Aegis local, so to meet deadlines they docked, processed their cargo, then left. Another freighter took its place and the circle continued ad infinitum. At 0100, Delta/Graveyard watch began. It was not unusual for Delta personnel to see their commanding officer still present that time of night—or morning—and this morning was no different. Her personal console continued to scroll general information, and her usual leisurely pace continued, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. In truth, their captain awaited information on Aegean’s progress, their findings so far, and anything else pertinent to the mission. However, Aegean had not yet approached its target in Nebula 259b. In addition, with the aid of Engineering Lieutenant Landru, security had cornered a gremlin—for lack of another name—that was fiddling with electronic equipment in an unfinished area of the station known as " below decks". The being was taken into custody and secured in a detainment cell with the highest level of air filtration possible. If the gremlin had no other weapon, it could always use its scent to deter enemies. Lt Garand had begun to wonder if the being was related to the black and white striped skunk of earth. If nothing else, it verified Billy’s, “And they stink, and I mean really stink. Like they … poop all over the place.” In essence, Charlie watch had not been dull. It had been productive. Delta settled in as ordinary, normal, and maybe a little boring. And it was. Kind of. For the next hour, the usual gentle hum of collaboration, occasional movement from one station to another, and forwarding pertinent material to Officer In Command, LCdr Bryer continued. Until, “What the shi*??? What in the friggin universe is that??” froze the personnel, including OIC Bryer. A spectre resembling a male humanoid had materialized by the command lift. It seemed to be outlined with a Starfleet uniform, though it was difficult to tell. It floated toward Kirel and took a more solid form. Boots slowly formed, slowly becoming somewhat solid, and it began to walk instead of float. The uniform was definitely Starfleet. Fortunately, the commander recognized Shadow and ordered a stand down. A few resumed their duties, but most of them were mesmerized. Kirel waved Shadow toward her office door, then turned to face the crew. “Let me be very clear,” she began, calm but direct. “What you just witnessed did not happen. You did not see it. This will be entered into your records as an anomaly. Any breach of this command will result in instant court martial. Is that clear?” “Yes, ma'am,” came loud and clear, without a twitch. “Good. Continue watch, Commander. I will be in my office.” * * * * * * * Since Kirel didn’t have the ability to walk through the door without opening it, she waited until it closed behind her. “I assume that you have a good reason for this,” she said as she settled in. “The Jake. Primary,” Shadow began, struggling to form audible words. “Are you looking for him?” “Not look. Know.” “So you know where Jake is and that he is safe?” “Yes. Safe. The Jake...safe. The Billy… safe. The below… not… safe.” Noticing that Shadow’s color was changing and knowing that the change was a sign of anxiety, she pressed him. “Shadow, you must be more specific. You know that Jake and Billy are safe. Who or what is not safe below?” After a moment of thought, Shadow approached the desk and merged with Kirel’s console. An image of the gremlin appeared. “This one,” came from the console, “Safe. Another. Below. Not like this. Not safe.” “Can you show me an image?” “No image,” came the reply as Shadow emerged from the console and hovered close to Kirel. “Know. Feel. Energy negative. Shadow positive. The Chirakis positive. The Jake positive. Below is... negative.” His energy was clearly waning. “Negative energy from a person? A sentient being?” “Per...son. What is?” “A being like me, Shadow A person is a being.” “Yes. Per...son. Large. Tall. Anger much. Much… negative… energy.” He was beginning to fade. “Where is it, Shadow?” she implored. “Tell me where.” “The… Crow…” He managed to say before vanishing to regenerate around the engine core. “The Crow,” Kirel repeated on a sigh.
  9. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/17/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 15 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.136 TBS is 36 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is approaching Nebula 259b. Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves. The children should be in bed. CnC is on third watch (1900 - 0100) Cpt Chirakis is in her office, monitoring Aegean's progress. Covert security has been added to the menu below decks. To keep them safe, Ghost Squad's Jake and Billy are guests in the secure VIP area. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::sleeping :: Dacia Sandero: Alexis) ::sleeping :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::in quarters on Aegean:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, unable to sleep at the time, looking through messages:: Dacia Sandero: @ ::probably also sleeping :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nervous. Was put in the Captain's chair on the Aegean :: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Nothing noteworthy was happening :: Chirakis: ::secure connection to the Starfleet security detail that is following Aegean::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::finishing her shower while recording of a lecture of abnormal dwarf type stars plays in the background:: Jylliene: ::sitting up, idly paging through news reports, gossip columns, and anything else that crosses her personal PADD screen as she lounges in bed, trying to distract herself from worry about the mission until she cannot stay awake:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne, for better or for worse was catching up on some research :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::jotting down some notes of the lecture while drying off:: Tarisa: Miana> :;In her VIP quarters, she had gotten up from bed to get some water.:: Cptn d'Ka: & ::aboard Missouri, en route to replace USS Toronto:: Tarisa: ::Walking through Commerce. She doesn't usually come through this late. She noticed how it was mostly quite, save for a few of the bars still open.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Decides to lean to one side, letting his elbow take his wait, looking in deep decision-making mode :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer, stop playback. ::makes final note in her journal:: Scott Coleridge: @::in the ready room, making notes:: Chirakis: ::exits her office to check 3rd watch::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::puzzles over the notes compared to the latest scans as she gets into PJs.:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::trying to keep the station from falling apart during the gamma shift:: Jylliene: ::flipflipflip....they're rebooting that series *again*?...flipflipflip...:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: The starfield the ship passed through was hypnotic :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Flips a page :: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::checking in on repair teams... looks like the day shift fixed he TLs:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Notices everyone else had gone to bed early, even her mother. She went to the kitchen and got herself some water. She began sipping.:: Dacia Sandero: @::zzz:: Chirakis: ::begins her standard wander around CnC, allowing the OIC to do his thing:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well that just doesn't make sense. ::snaps her journal closed:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @::sets it aside:: Jylliene: ::flipflip...hm. New theory on dark matter... nice. Flipflipflip...:: mimipavilion: ::comes across a brief message from her husband and smiles:: Cptn d'Ka: & ::receiving permission to enter orbit, rather than dock at Aegis::: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::sipping some coffee in Main engineering :; Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Brings up a scan of the area on his oversized PADD :: Chirakis: ::stops, hearing Missouri's orbital docking and noting the position it is taking::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Mutters :: The only thing more taking than looking over sector logs is looking over internal station scans :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::gets a coffee from the replicator:: Scott Coleridge: @::enters the bridge:: Jylliene: ::sighs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looking over his display:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::sips and moves towards the bed:: Chirakis: ::d'Ka psionic:: ~Something of which I should be aware?~ Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How long until we arrive at our destination? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Computer, dim lights. Cptn d'Ka: & ::considering before responding::: ~not particularly. A mere precaution~ Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::another sip:: Jylliene: ::sets the PADD aside and dims the lights:: Chirakis: ::continues her pace, stopping to look down at the commerce deck::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: turns :: At present speed about 10 hours. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::yawns:: I hate the night shift ;:speaking to self:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Ears perk up for a second as she thinks she hears something. Setting the glass down, she goes to the corridor door and opens it. She then peeks outside.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks up from his padd :: I can decrease that time if au wish? Tarisa: ::Had stopped to listen to some of the sounds coming from a bar, before moving on.:: mimipavilion: ::continues going through messages:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ;:reading through the shift notes:: Chirakis: Action> emergency lights on Aegis begin to blink on and off Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sits up straight :: What was that? Chirakis: ::turns to OIC Krandon::: mimipavilion: ::looks around rather concerned, goes and gets dressed:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> ::perks up, pressing console to figure out the alarm messages:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Feels weird saying this :: +Engineering+ Engineering, report. The emergencies went on and off. Tarisa: ::Blinks as she looks around., then up towards the CnC.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::fading off to sleep:: Chirakis: Krandon> ::checks:: No, ma'am. They're just... blinking. Ensign Gin, inform engineering. Tarisa: Miana> Eeep! ::The lights startle her.:: mimipavilion: ::after getting dressed, leaves her quarters and heads for the CnC via the tl:: Chirakis: Gin> Yes, sir. :::flash to Landru:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Looks up :: +eng+ Never mind, I should be asleep now. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC with a concerned look on her face:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +GIN+ Engineering here. Chirakis: Gin> Emergency lights flashing on and off in CnC. Is there an emergency? Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: I think we'll be fine, but maybe you should get some rest. Jylliene: ::grumbles and pulls her blanket over her head:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods :: Engineers have phantom feelings towards mechanical problems. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Gets up from the chair, his padd under his arm :: Chirakis: Gin> ::to Krandon::: Are they blinking everywhere, sir? Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Gin+ I see them... ::taps console:: I don't know. I cannot see anything wrong yet Chirakis: Krandon> ::checks:: Apparently. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::suddenly considers something. But it's late and she's tired and doesn't want to ponder such things right now. Rolls over and tries to get comfortable again:: mimipavilion: ::Chirakis:: It is, I believe. I know they were in my quarters. Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi, thinking:: Chirakis: Krandon> ::Landru:: Should we shut them down manually? Tarisa: Miana> ::Runs back into the quarters, she rushes to her mother's room and jumps into the bed.:: Scott Coleridge: @ ::takes the command chair, looks around the bridge with its night shift crew:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> I'm ordering a repair crew to investigate. Stand by Jylliene: ::knows she'll get called if there is a need for her to be there, rolls over and tries to fall asleep:: Chirakis: Krandon> ::Landru:: Standing by. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Enters the lift :: Cptn d'Ka: & ::monitoring the goings on from Missouri and becomes curious::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::the thought still buzzed in her brain:: Oh, fine then. ::throws back the covers:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::gets out of bed and grabs her journal and a robe:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +krandon+ The team reports nothing wrong. I am deactivating the alarm Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Copy that. And thanks - they're driving me crazy. mimipavilion: ::gets an uneasy feeling about this:: Jylliene: ::conversations she thought about having with Nijil running through her head:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Krandon+ I know the feeling. Trouble is we can't just keep disabling alarms We will end up blind Chirakis: 10:45 PM Jylliene: ::different variants in the conversation, looping:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Exits the lift and heads to his quarters :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ :::enters Aegean bridge. Just now realizing the robe was more sheer than she'd noticed in the dark. Too tired and annoyed with her brain to care however. She moved quickly to the science station:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over the emergency log :: Chirakis: Krandon> :::sighs::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::sets her journal down on the console and opens to the last notes:: Cptn d'Ka: & ::sensing something that should not be on the station::: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Landru> +Krandon+ My gut tells me this is a planned set of actions to confuse and disable us. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::begins entering new data sets into a simulation based on current sensor readings:: Scott Coleridge: @::glances over at Dran's arrival:: Eureka moment, Lieutenant? mimipavilion: ::gets a feeling that she's been through this before, but hopes she's wrong:: Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Captain is here, I will inform. ::turns::: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Actually, I hope not. Chirakis: ::Krandon:: Ask for the area and send security immediately. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking ships sensors again:: mimipavilion: ::moves near Chirakis, but staying out of her way:: Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Send the coordinates if you can pinpoint. Johnson Kenyon: Landru> :: taking a big swig of coffee, brings up the repair logs since these problems began:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ There's an unknown feature at the core of the star. Several benign causes could account for the readings. Or... Chirakis: ::notes Mimi is wide awake, as is probably many on the station::: Scott Coleridge: @ Or? mimipavilion: ::looks and nods to Chirakis, but has a thousand thoughts running through her mind:: Johnson Kenyon: +Krandon+ that's just it... it seems like a series of diversions... last alarm was deck 16 Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Lies down on his bed :: Jylliene.... Chirakis: :::Mimi:: Good morning, Doctor. ::as it is nearly midnight:: mimipavilion: Morning. Tarisa: ::Continues her walk through Commerce after the alarm was deactivated. She then hops onto a TL, inputting her quarters level.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Or there's a contained Strangelet pocket involved. Chirakis: Krandon> +Landru+ Copy that. Johnson Kenyon: Landru> Computer, could these anomalous alarms and glitches be programmed into the system or run from another area? Chirakis: Krandon> ::turns to TAC::: Security to deck 16 geared up. Chirakis: Krandon> Priority one. Chirakis: Tac> ::sends the message::: mimipavilion: ::steps closer to Chirakis:: From what I heard or witnessed, I have this strange feeling that I've been through this before, but I hope I'm wrong. Chirakis: 10:55 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: His eyes are heavy :: Tarisa: :;Steps off the TL once the doors open.:: Scott Coleridge: @ And how did that get there? Chirakis: ::Mimi:: We have, but it is being taken care of. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ But of course that should be impossible for this star type and also horrendously bad for this sector of the galaxy. Chirakis: ::quietly:: We have a gremlin aboard, I believe. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ I do not know Commander. mimipavilion: ::nods::softly:: Sounds almost the last time too. Before you came aboard. Hope it's not the same gremlin. Chirakis: ::Mimi:: We should relax.. in my office, Doctor? mimipavilion: ::nods and follows Chirakis:: Chirakis: ::enters her office::: Tea, coffee, or something more potent? mimipavilion: Potent please Chirakis: ::sly grin:: How potent? mimipavilion: ::thinks:: I'll leave the judgment up to you. Chirakis: Security> +OIC CnC+ Gremlin contained. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::displeased with the simulation results:: I was hoping the computer would dismiss the possibility but currently it can neither confirm nor deny the theory. Chirakis: Very well... :::Enlidch'a is poured, one for each of them::: Take care ::as she hands it to her:: It is potent. Johnson Kenyon: +Krandon+ It's hard to say for certain, but I think we have a pattern emerging. mimipavilion: ::nods and takes a small sip and braces herself a bit:: Chirakis: Krandon> +Landrew+ I agree. Jylliene: ::finally falls asleep:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::turns in the chair:: It is totally possible it is something placed there. Either way, we could be in more trouble than we thought. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/17/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Very well done, considering the circumstances. Chirakis: TBS will be 7 hours. The time will be 0700 for next sim. Chirakis: Commander, any words from you? Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: Did you get a gremlin? Chirakis: We certainly did. We'll find out what it is next time. Johnson Kenyon: Catch anyone? Johnson Kenyon: Ah Chirakis: One Chirakis: Anyone else? Chirakis: Very well... Nijil tr'Korjata: none Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  10. The Return of The Ghost Squad Commander Cayne & Captain Chirakis Several months ago, Commander Wyatt Cayne was ordered to investigate one of the many lower decks on Aegis that had been left unfinished. Strange reports of “aliens” had filtered in from many areas. Some reports seemed plausible but none was verified. Most of the reports were within the realm of fantasy—especially the reports filed after raucous parties. However, protocol demanded investigation, and after several plausible reports from one area in particular, Commander Cayne was called in to investigate. As per his SI-6 training, he crept through Jeffries tubes, unoccupied storage rooms, crawl spaces and any place that could be used for nefarious purposes. Enter The Ghost Squad. * * * * * * * * * * “Psssst. Jake.” A dirty, rag-tag boy, his face and arms streaked awkwardly with camouflage colors, stopped his progress through the crawl space, and threw a disgruntled glance over his shoulder to his cohort. “What?” he mouthed, aggravated. His partner slapped two fingers on the left side of his chest, then jerked his thumb frantically over his shoulder. Jake tossed Billy a skeptical look while he listened for any sound in the crawl way, then his eyes widened in alarm as irregular creaking broke the silence. At the younger boy’s frantic nods, they both scampered frantically through the crawl way, Billy whispering directions to Jake from behind and Jake whispering back, telling Billy to “stop whispering because the Fleeter could follow them easier”, and Jake whispering back to “shut up and turn right, then left.” Then the sound of a phaser unholstering reached the boys, and a deep voice echoed, “I'm not going to hurt anyone, but this area is off limits.” Jaws dropped, they exchanged glances, then scrambled around the turn to a storage access hatch that always made a good hiding place. The cover slipped off and they hoisted themselves in, secured the hatch and pushed back against the wall. Eyes closed, they began deep, even breaths to slow their heartbeats and calm their nerves so they could sit perfectly still, like in the old Starfleet training holovids. It usually worked when the Sirius Gang came hunting for someone to torment, but this was different. This was real. Less than a minute later, a rugged Starfleet security officer passed underneath, mumbling something about finding a single slip of latinum in a Ferengi vault. Either he had so many he could not single them out, or he was spending them so extravagantly he'd have none to spare. Each passing minute meant the suspects either buried themselves deeper into the bowels of the station or found some route to escape that security never considered. "All those scans and nothing," he muttered as he lifted a panel leaning against the wall. No secret passage behind it, time to move on. Before he left the room he placed something on the door frame. It stuck to it for a moment before melting into the metal. The boys waited a full five minutes to be sure he was gone before they moved. “Gol, Billy,” whispered Jake on an exhale. “Thanks for the warning. What in blazes do you think he’s doing down here?” “Dunno, Jake.” He shrugged. “Check out the grab from the minivid we put up,” he continued, flipping through an old, well worn PADD, then pointing at the image. “See the brass on ‘im?” “Gees,” Jake breathed in admiration with a low whistle. “Commander. Big guns. He sure doesn’t belong down here. They usually send the little guys—you know, the probies, the ensigns, the ones who do the dirty work of checking out places in the station no one else wants to.” Jake gestured emphatically, pursing his lips in serious thought. “But he’s here, and that means it’s somethin’ important. I mean really important. And I heard him say something about ‘scans’ and ‘suspects’.” He blew out a breath. “He really means business. Gol….” His eyes widened. “Ya think he’s looking for more aliens?” “But… word on the chain is they got ‘em all... right? I mean, aren’t they all dead?” “Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time the chain was wrong. But even if he isn’t looking for aliens, he’s headed toward the syndicate quarter, and tonight’s Crow’s exchange night.” Jake stopped to think a minute, his face scrunched into decision mode. “You go back and tell the others. I’m gonna follow him. Maybe we can help him out if he needs it, and if he does, I’ll report back.” Billy’s jaw dropped. “How’re we gonna help him?” “I’ll think of somethin’,” Jake replied, sounding not quite confident, but determined. Billy nodded. “Right. But… what’re we gonna call him? We gotta have a code name.” They gave that a few minutes of thought so deep that it screwed up their faces. “How about… Redbird.” Jake said finally, nodding. Billy’s lips spread into a grin. “Yeah. That’s cool. Redbird,” he said, giving Jake a high-five. Jake reached for the hatch release, took a deep breath followed by one careful, quiet turn, and they eased out, making sure the hatch was secure. After exchanging their Ghost Squad good luck handshake, they parted, Jake turning to follow Redbird and Billy moving in the opposite direction. * * * * * * * As frightening as their first encounter was, the Ghost Squad eventually admitted Cayne to their circle, with the intention of sharing information. The Ghost Squad— preteens except for the 13 year old Jake— became Cayne’s “Recon Team” (their words, not his). For a while there wasn’t much information to share, but this time it seemed to be a little more important. * * * * * * * Present time: Late in the afternoon, Lt Garand presented Captain Chirakis with a note. Written on paper. Real paper. Real, crumpled paper—so crumpled that it was hardly legible. Not many used real paper in the year 2388, though a few did—Dr Davis being one. Kirel examined it, then smoothed it out on her desk and read: Captin Sheerakiss, this is komander Jake Filtress of the Ghost Squad and we have a importint mesage for you. I need to talk to you becaus we think I mean the Ghost Squad things something super fishy is happening down here. Sinserily, Jake Filtress, Ghost Squad Komandr Billy Morris, Ghost Squad Leutieint Komandr As she finished, she asked Lt Garand, “Do you consider their information important?” “Well, ma’am, it could be important, unless they’ve exaggerated their story. But as you can tell…” He nodded toward the security screen behind her desk. “...they’re frightened, and I don’t believe it’s because they’re in the CnC conference room. They had that same look when they asked to see me. And security footage shows them looking over their shoulders as they approached the security complex.” “They asked to speak to me, specifically?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Very well,” she replied, exiting her office to stride toward the conference room. “Commander Cayne, you’re with me. Lieutenant Garand, you have the con.” The conference room door slid open to reveal two fidgety boys who stood immediately when she entered. They were clean and fairly well dressed—the exact opposite of what she had heard from the security details who patrolled the lower decks. Kirel approached them congenially and they seemed to relax, but only a little. “Mr Filtress, Mr Morris,” she began, extending her hand for a shake. “Please sit. I am Captain Chirakis, and I presume that you already know Commander Cayne.” She nodded in his direction as she settled into her chair. “Thank you for bringing your concern to our attention. I understand that you have information you would like to share.” She turned to Cayne and nodded, indicating that he should take the lead. Still fidgety and obviously frightened, Jake fixed his eyes on Commander Cayne and tried to look relaxed, but it really didn’t work. “I dunno where to start,” he said. “It was like… weird and strange. Uh… Commander, you remember that crawl space where you hurt your back?” Cayne nodded, "How could I forget?" He asked with a short sigh. “Uh.. yeah. That place used to be empty.” He shrugged. “I mean mostly empty. Empty except for that rod you tripped over.” Billy gave him a nudge and a hurry-up look with a gesture that said “tell ‘em what happened”. Jake poked him with an elbow and a shut up glance, then continued. “Well, yeah… that rod? It’s not just one rod now, it’s a bunch of ‘em. And a whole lot of other stuff, like cords and isolinear things. Not sure what they’re for, but it’s a bunch.” He gave Cayne a strange look, like he was too scared to say anything more. "I am to take it none of you brought those items to your little hideout?" He shook his head realizing they would not tell him of stuff they had acquired themselves. He looked them both over. "When did you two notice these things showing up?" “Well… you know that we like to crawl through those areas, right? One day they weren’t there, and the next day… well... they were. And no….” Jake shook his head vigorously. “No, I didn’t take any away. We thought they were some super secret thing that your security guys put there.” He look a deep breath and looked down at the table, his eyes darting around. “Gol, Jake. Tell ‘em,” Billy retorted. “Gees… if you don’t, I sure will!!” “But what if they find out?” Jake whispered intensely. “Gees, Billy… I don’t wanna die.” Kirel had been watching and listening up to that point. She straightened up and quirked a brow toward Cayne. Cayne stiffened up. "No one is doing to die, and we would not store the items you mentioned in that manner. Sounds like someone is gathering up these items for some purpose. Could be to sell or assemble something." He bent down to their level. "Guys, let me level with you. If it was not important you'd not contact us, so don't waste your effort. What do you believe is going on?" After taking a deep breath, Jake finally looked up. “Not sure what’s going on, but stuff is beginning to disappear and appear somewhere else. Like… you know Crow? The guy that runs the syndicate? He’s gone. Not sure where, but we haven’t seen him for… I dunno… a week maybe longer?” Billy repeatedly nodded his head. “And all his stuff was left behind. And the room we use for Ghost Squad meetings? A couple days ago we tried to get in and couldn’t. Not even through our crawl space. And….” “...and there are some… things down there,” added Jake, gesturing randomly. “Kind of like humans, but not human if you know what I mean.” “And they stink!!” said Billy, waving his hands in the air. “And I mean really stink. Like they never shower, and… I dunno… poop all over the place.” They stopped talking suddenly and exchanged horrified glances. “This place is like… quiet, right?” Jake whispered. “Like… no one can hear this but us?” "It is very secure,” Cayne replied, “the most you will find in the sector." He turned to Chirakis. "Search for any particularly odorous species or individuals, but the waste.... This may not be a sentient species, at least I hope not. You know, we could install surveillance equipment in that location." Realizing that the conversation was wandering into a security breach, and that they said might frighten the boys, Kirel put up a hand. “I agree, Commander,” she said congenially. “Surveillance equipment is an excellent idea. And gentlemen,” she continued, speaking to the boys. “Would you like to stay with us for the rest of the day? We will inform your parents, ask their permission, and if your parents agree, give you VIP quarters for the night? Your thoughts, Commander? A good idea?” "That can be arranged. We can even spring for a warm sonic shower. What do you think boys?" It took them a moment or two to process , but eventually, “Gees… yes, ma’am. I mean sir… I mean…. that would be… like… super great.” Jake replied, a little more relaxed. “And dinner at the Captain’s Table with myself and Commander Cayne?” Their mouths dropped open, speechless. “Commander Cayne, if you will, request permission from their parents, and join us for dinner.” "Aye Captain." The old officer forced a grin upon his face, then turned to head to his station to make their preparations. "We should get takeout," he mused before heading out the door.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |17 May 2019 15 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.136 TBS is 36 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 PM) Aegis local. Aegean is approaching Nebula 259b. It is almost midnight, so the children should be in bed. The rest of the crew has been relieved. Enjoy. Captain Chirakis is in her office, monitoring Aegean’s progress and keeping a close watch on that area of space. Covert security has been added to the menu below decks, with instructions to observe and report.
  12. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/10/19 =/\= 14 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.135 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local. Aegean is ready to depart, Commander Coleridge as Captain. Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b. A substantial security detail accompanies them. USS Kole is monitoring Alien Alliance activity close to An-Ward. So far, there has been no Alien Alliance activity near Aegean's target. USS Toronto is docked. Toronto's strike force is in the area. Engineering officer Kenyon is stretched thin, fixing system glitches. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Chirakis: ::in Aegean's docking bay with Commander Coleridge::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Aegean, probably at an unused secondary terminal on the bridge:: Chirakis: Security> ::readying their equipment for the voyage:: Scott Coleridge: ::in the docking bay:: Alexis McFarland: ::14 May is a Saturday, enjoying a Blubby's Breakfast Wrap with her friends:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on Aegean's bridge. Double checking mission pod's sensor suites connection to the main computer:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> +Kenyon+ I have another one for the list.... This one on the civilian habitat, deck 92 Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ What is it this time? Tarisa: Miana> ::With Alexis, eating.:: Yummy! Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ Careful now... ::tapping on the console:: You get enough sleep last night? Fletcher Jackson: ::motoring ships as they come and go, having given Aux OPS all the other stuff::: Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Sorry sir... just seems like all hell is breaking loose Dacia Sandero: ::has things all ready in Sickbay as well:: Tarisa: ::Stepping onto CnC.:: Alexis McFarland: Mm. Yes. ::smiles:: Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ It's the holoprojectors... Chirakis: ::waiting for Scott's departure:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::confirms final check of science system:: Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ alright... I'm just about done here... Kenyon out Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In the CnC :: Johnson Kenyon: ::gathering his tools:: Tarisa: ::Walks over to SCI station, logging in.:: Chirakis: :::Scott::: Questions, Captain? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Our security detail has been briefed? Chirakis: They have. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: On the Aegean :: Chirakis: They are our best security personnel. Fletcher Jackson: ::opens a corridor for Aegean as per the captain's orders::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishing her wrap.:: What should we do today? Annisha: :: Awake :: Scott Coleridge: Then I believe we're ready to go. Alexis McFarland: ::wipes her mouth:: Dunno, maybe we can go to the park or something? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Scanning the sector :: Chirakis: One more thing to remember, Captain... Chirakis: Never take a direct route to your target. Tarisa: Miana> :;Nods.:: Sounds fun. Should we get Annisha first? Scott Coleridge: You suggest a more leisurely approach? Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Yes. Hope she's awake by now. Chirakis: I suppose you could call it that. Chirakis: As if you were going on an outing. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering TL:: Deck 92 Scott Coleridge: Understood. Chirakis: ::that said, she nods::: It is now your ship and your mission, Captain. Good hunting. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: on the Aegean bridge :: Engineering is ready Scott Coleridge: Thank you. Chirakis: ::steps away and watches him leave::: Scott Coleridge: ::boards the Aegean:: mimipavilion: ::working away:: Johnson Kenyon: ::exiting the TL, looks up and realizes he's on the commerce deck:: Huh? ::puzzled:: Chirakis: +com+ Mr. Jackson, is Aegean's corridor clear? Dacia Sandero: ::looks out view screen::: Scott Coleridge: @::acquires a shiny @ as his character model renders in the turbolift just outside the bridge level:: Alexis McFarland: ::moves with Miana back to Annisha's room:: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up::: +com+ ::Chirakis:: Corridor Alpha 2 is cleared for Aegean, ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sad he is leaving again :: Scott Coleridge: @::enters the bridge:: Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Kenyon to Lt Little Chirakis: Security> ::stands at attention as Scott enters::: Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ What is it now ::chuckles:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::repeating a route between science station, engineering, and ops making sure all experiment equipment is synced properly:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Walking with her, instead of riding on the back of her chair.:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Status? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods :: Ie. green. Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Lieutenant, the turbo lift took me to the commerce deck. Have you noticed similar problems? Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Chirakis: @ Security> ::relax and continue prep, then take their places:: Scott Coleridge: @ Very good. Take the helm, please. mimipavilion: ::finishes up the last of her paperwork, then does a walk-through; answering questions along the way:: Scott Coleridge: @ Signal Aegis for clearance. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: wide-eyed :: Me sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: gets up :: Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ I have an engineering crew on that. Please get to deck 92 and get those holoprojectors working again Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Aye sir Johnson Kenyon: ::reenters the TL:: deck 92 Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: Takes helm :: Cleared for launch? Speed Captain? Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Cleared for departure, Aegean. Take Corridor Alpha 2. Respond. Alexis McFarland: ::arrives at Annisha's room:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Knocks on the door.:: Scott Coleridge: @ Take us out and bring us up to full impulse once we've cleared the station. Annisha: :: gets the door :: Who is it? Tarisa: ::Ears perk as she listens to Fletcher.:: Alexis McFarland: It's Alexis and Miana. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::checking her notes one last time before accepting if she's forgotten it now it's just too late:: Chirakis: ::takes the command lift to CnC::: Annisha: :: thinks :: Johnson Kenyon: ::doors open and he walks out sees a sign indicating deck 16, steps back in:: Computer, deck 92 Scott Coleridge: @ Lay in a hyperbolic course for Nebula 259b so that we can approach it obliquely and obtain periodic scans before we enter the nebula. Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Confirm departure, Corridor Alpha 2. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Aye, alpha 2 course set, engaging thrusters, then impulse until local perimeter. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Aegis+ Departing on alpha 2 vector. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::moving to Ops and updates scan pattern per adjusted course:: Annisha: Sounds like my old friends...I was thinking of new ones. Fletcher Jackson: +Aegean+ Departing on Alpha 2, confirmed. Johnson Kenyon: ::TL doors open, Kenyon looks out and sees it's deck 3:: Deck 92 Chirakis: ::the doors open to medical:: Annisha: :: opens the door :: Alexis McFarland: Yesh Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Moving off from the station. Chirakis: :::closes the doors and requests CnC one more time::: Dacia Sandero: @ ::sitting at a secondary science console:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Grins.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Watching the Aegean depart :: Fletcher Jackson: :::monitoring Aegean's departure::: mimipavilion: ::finishes her walk-through, leaves medical with Dr. Cthulu and goes to the CnC via the tl:: Johnson Kenyon: ::TL doors open, looks and sees it is deck 91, exits:: Chirakis: ::exits in CnC::: Commander Cayne, report. Tarisa: Miana> We are going to the park! Wanna come? Johnson Kenyon: ((turbo lifts are a bit glitchy)) Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Let us know if there are any other observations we can perform before we enter the nebula. Scott Coleridge: ((Have you been downloading apps on them again?)) Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Rotating us, departing on alpha 2 vector, going to full impulse. Johnson Kenyon: ((playing galaga)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aegean is departing, clear skies to its destination. mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC:: Scott Coleridge: @ Thank you, Commander. Take us to Warp 5 when we've cleared the system. Chirakis: ::nod:: Excellent. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes Sir. I have already entered scanning parameters for tracking any remnant wave patterns. Johnson Kenyon: ::taking the jefferies tube one level down:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Warp 5 in four minutes. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ We should be able to scan the remnants of the waves the shuttles encountered and compare with any other trace signals. Annisha: :: waves them in :: Chirakis: ::takes the command chair - something she seldom does::: Alexis McFarland: ::enters in after Miana:: Chirakis: :::pulling up the latest information on the Alien Alliance::: mimipavilion: ::carefully walks the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on deck 92, seeing the children's home:: Scott Coleridge: @ Good. It will be interesting to see whether the wave patterns degrade faster in the medium of the nebula than more empty space. Tarisa: Miana> :;Skips inside.:: Annisha: So, we going to steal a shuttle, or open our own place on the commerce level? Alexis McFarland: We tried stealing a shuttle once, that didn't work out very well. Annisha: Practice Lexi, practice. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Agreed. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Going to warp 5. Alexis McFarland: Hmm Johnson Kenyon: ::Doesn't see anyone... walking around... looking for anything wrong...:: Fletcher Jackson: ::picking up on Aegean's vector, he clears that corridor that is reserved for VIPs anyway::: Johnson Kenyon: Computer, arch Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Well, that's an interesting though. ::quickly checking her notes:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the arch appears and disappears:: Johnson Kenyon: It's going to be a long day Tarisa: :;Watching the Aegean on sensors.:: Johnson Kenyon: Computer, exit Chirakis: ::stows the information, then contacts engineering/maintenance and files a report on the command lift::: Johnson Kenyon: ::watches doors open and close in front of him, then open again, he leaves quickly:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Oh yes, why didn't I notice that before.:::jotting down something:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Propulsion systems are operating well. Chirakis: ::then she stands and begins her routine pace around CnC::: Annisha: Perhaps au can teach me how to read minds. Johnson Kenyon: ::pulling up the holoprojector program from the outside:: Alexis McFarland: Hm, I'll give it the old college try. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::receives a report about the CnC TL from the Captain, instructs his crews to make that a priority:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Are the system upgrades for protecting us from the waves already online? Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the children's school is now raining:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ Ie. Johnson Kenyon: ::using isolinear spanner to attempt to isolate:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::adds periodic sampling of the interstellar matrix to the task assignments:: mimipavilion: ::stops towards the back of the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: Wedgie> ::having taken over the mundane, is busy with internal OPS::: Chirakis: ::turns to wander toward Dr Pavilion::: Johnson Kenyon: ::checking to see if anyone is in the Children's home...:: Scott Coleridge: @ ::relaxes in the command chair, satisfied this crew is well-trained and ready for whatever they might encounter:: Johnson Kenyon: ::determines no one is there, decides to shut off and reinitialize the program:: Chirakis: :::approaches Mimi::: Doctor. ::congenial:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Captain Johnson Kenyon: ::shutting down the school program:: Annisha: Au know, I should be able to read a little bit. Vulcans can and I am a distant cousin... Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ I have never seen anything like this before, what do you suppose caused this? Annisha: Maybe I have to be close :: places her head against Lexi's :: Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ I'm a little busy here... I guess we can speculate as long as the station doesn't blow up Chirakis: It is exceedingly quiet. It gives me a strange feeling. Alexis McFarland: Can you pick anything up? Johnson Kenyon: ::stops what he's doing:: +Little+ Blow up? Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles.:: Annisha: Breathing... mimipavilion: I know Chirakis: ::turns to face her:: Are you having any problems with medical equipment? Alexis McFarland: Anything? No? Alexis McFarland: I was projecting... a donut. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The Aegean is on it's vector. Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne::: Are you able to follow its path? mimipavilion: I did. Believe we got it squared away. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nod :: I am. Chirakis: And how are you doing that? Chirakis: 10:58 PM Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ Yes, we lost containment on one of the matter stream accelerators for about 2 seconds... Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Scary mimipavilion: ::listens to Cayne and Chirakis' conversation:: Chirakis: :::moves in Cayne's direction::: Johnson Kenyon: +Kenyon+ that's why we all need to focus on our jobs, one at a time.. Johnson Kenyon: +Little+ Aye sir.. Kenyon out Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Beacon at a often forgotten subspace band. Chirakis: Inform Aegean to remove it. Johnson Kenyon: ::re-initializing the school:: Johnson Kenyon: ::opening the entrance to the school and checking it out... looks good:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I can inform Commander Korjata to disengage. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/10/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then... Chirakis: We have Aegean on the way. Chirakis: We've already found a glitch with Aegean and it will be rectified. Chirakis: Strange things are happening with Aegis's equipment. Chirakis: What else could possibly happen? ::rhetorical question::: Scott Coleridge: Just turn the station off and on again. Scott Coleridge: That's just what I did for 10 years. Worked fine. Never had to replace a single part. Chirakis: Of course. Chirakis: Reset. Chirakis: Anyway.... Chirakis: TBS will be 36 hours to give Aegean time to approach the nebula without entering. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  13. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |10 May 2019 14 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.135 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 AM) Aegis local. The away team is aboard Aegean, preparing for departure. Their mission is a scientific investigation of the electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b. Commander Coleridge is in command. Aboard are science officer Lieutenant Jg Dran, engineering officer Commander tr’Korjata, and medical officer Doctor Sandero. Because of potential threats in the area, a substantial security detail will accompany them. Known only by Commander Coleridge is the Starfleet security detail that will tail them within the nebula. A potential threat to Aegean’s investigation is the Alien Alliance: a group of freed Breen slaves that is determined to conquer Joint Allied Powers’ space. They use a nebular string to mask their movements. USS Kole is monitoring Alien Alliance activity just outside Nebula 235a, close to An-Ward, and far from the area of Aegean’s investigation.
  14. Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch Aboard USS Kole Two Days Before Aegean Departs “Aw, crap… not again,” Ens Jess Parista muttered, then began recording. Assigned to Sound Surveillance aboard USS Kole, his position demanded precision scanning over a designated area of space, listening for conversation that might be pertinent to the mission: tracking and pinning down hostile ships and bases of the Alien Alliance. A few days ago, the stealth destroyer USS Kole NCC/DDG 1787 had settled into stationkeeping just outside Nebula 235a to focus on communication coming from or going into that area. Normally, the ship would be on patrol with USS Iowa, but given the most recent events involving the Alien Alliance, they had orders to break off and take aim on a corridor within the nebula where ships of the Alien Alliance had been spotted. The Sound Surveillance Center that abutted Incident Command was usually abuzz with activity. For the last two days it had been surprisingly quiet. Assorted screens hung strategically on every wall of the Sound Surveillance Center, displaying a complete sweep of the targeted area. Banks of sound surveillance systems manned by personnel who focused solely on chatter from all frequencies used by the Alien Alliance circled the room below translation screens. So far, third watch had come up with nothing more than senseless chatter from passing vessels and occasional sounds that the system recognized as music, but drove the listeners close to insanity. Watch Commander Cdr Jim Bucher moved smoothly among them, answering questions and occasionally changing frequencies to listen. Parista adjusted his headset to listen. “Eh ... što ti znaš. Tvoj rid,” seemed to come from a male with a deep, confident voice. “Um ... crvena tri do plava sedam,” registered as another male, higher pitched, and calculating. “Ako možete nadmašiti, kupujem,” was followed by a deep chuckle, then “Tako... misliš da si tako pametan? Plavi od pet do tri crvena, a vi ste mrtvi, prijatelju! HA!!!” was obviously triumphant. Parista scrambled to cut his sound level when a chair kicked over and skidded along the floor with a high-pitched screeeeeeee. A table overturned, followed with punching, shouting, and banging, along with a series of expletives that the translation system couldn’t decipher. He added a few expletives of his own. “Something goin’ on? Need another listener?” Ens Delia Sanchez paused her scanning. “Nah, bunch o’ crap,” Jess replied. “It’s been like this all shift. First they argue, then they roll dice, then they argue, they burp… and I mean really burp, they eat something that sounds crunchy but your brain tells you it’s nasty, and now it’s a knock down drag out with chairs, fists, you name it. Gees….” “Yeah, well, change of watch is in less than thirty.” Sanchez adjusted her headset and continued scanning her designated area. “Thirty more minutes of crap and ,” Parista groaned, checking his translation monitor. “It’s insane, the slowest recon we’ve had so far. Just hope I’ll... get….” He stopped cold, pressed a finger against his headset, cleared up the transmission, listened a minute and checked the translation monitor, then pressed a button on his console. Above his station, a yellow light began to flash, bringing the watch commander across the room to grab a secondary headset and listen. Cdr Bucher listened a moment, then reached to change the yellow to red as he removed his headset. “All personnel, connect to frequency on one five and begin the procedure, sweep and pin, by the numbers,” he called out. “Sanchez, cover one five as his second. Dion.” He turned to his second in command. “Inform CnC.” Not a sound—not a “yes sir” nor an “aye, sir” or any other acknowledgement—was heard in the room, only slight movement as stations scrambled to adjust frequencies and began the procedure. Extra sound on a stealth vessel negated the stealth, no matter how buffered the ship. They ran silent. They didn’t talk, they listened. Several minutes later, Bucher stepped into Command and Control, slate tucked into its holder at his waist. Captain Jira Adley leaned over the table viewscreen, monitoring movement in the designated area. “What do you have, Commander?” she asked, her eyes still focused on the vessels coming into and going out of the nebula. “Low frequency chatter similar to what we picked up a while back. Ship to ship orders, no responses.” He pulled his slate and flipped it open, then handed it to her. “Um…” she mused, straightening up to look it over. “Similar to what we heard last time. Repetitive orders and similar responses. My best guess is that it’s coming from this vessel.” She pressed a finger on the tactical table and flicked it to the wall screen. An exceptionally large and strangely configured starship, similar to the alien ship seen on An-Ward, moved suspiciously through the nebula. “They seem to be monitoring all traffic, like someone herding cattle.” She turned to face Bucher. “Chatter?” “Nothing new,” he replied, handing her the translation. “Pretty much the same as last time. Maybe a few new players. Translation is more difficult because of different languages, probably some slang thrown in, and the languages seem to have different variants. Bottom line, they’re revving up for something, but it’s hard to tell what.” "Ummm…" she mused thumbing through it. "This is coming from their Echo base, and that's…." The screen flipped to the most recent sector chart. "...on the other side of the Alliance base string from An-ward. Any ideas on that?" She returned his slate. "None so far. Analysts are working on it." "Okay. Spit it to the cruise ships.* I want to read through everything the analysts find , even if it doesn't make sense, which it probably won’t for a while." _____________________________________________________________________ *Send it via subspace to USS Iowa.
  15. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 5/3/19 =/\= 13 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.134 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Command has received permission for a scientific investigation. Their target is a star's electromagnetic waves in nebula 259b. Commander Coleridge commands the mission. USS Toronto is docked. Toronto's strike force is in the area. Engineering officer Kenyon continues to fix minor system glitches. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Jylliene: ::@ CnC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in the sickbay:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in science lab. Contemplating:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Fletcher Jackson: :::CnC working Aux Ops::: Johnson Kenyon: ::tinkering on design in Main Engineering:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha somewhere, probably back at school:: Tarisa: ::In the Science labs as well.. She looks to Dran.:: Something wrong? Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, having finally made it through breakfast and the first part of a shift uninterrupted, has caught up on his reports but is now faced with mission planning:: Chirakis: :::steps out of her office to pace around CnC::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Probably. Jylliene: ::page page page page:: Tarisa: Miana> ::At her desk in class.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::fiddling with a cellular scanner:: Tarisa: ::Tilts her head curiously.:: What is it? Scott Coleridge: ::preparing his briefing notes and sending requisitions to the quartermaster before he calls a briefing:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if he'll see Nijil:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sighs:: ::sets the scanner down:: This nebula business is taking a dangerous turn. Chirakis: :::passes a few, stops to answer questions and get updates, then moves on::: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: With the idea that it is not natural?Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Captain. Chirakis: ::turns:: Yes, Commander? Alexis McFarland: ::wearing a t-shirt and shorts but no shoes or socks:: ... Because I don't need them. I'm stuck in this hover chair for 2 weeks, so what's the point? And it's a hassle to dress myself with only one hand. One less thing.. :::she told her friend Olivia who asked where her shoe were:: Scott Coleridge: I'm about ready to brief my team on the away mission. Do you want to be present? Chirakis: ::moves slowly toward him::: Alexis McFarland: ::Olivia responds with a satisfied shrug:: Chirakis: It is not obligatory, but it is probably a good idea given the circumstances. Tae'Lynn Dran: I started researching the radiation purifying effect going on and now command is talking about what could be considered weapon testing. Tarisa: :;Frowns.:: I see. That is troubling. Dacia Sandero: ::again, checking up on patients in the sickbay, watching one of the other doctors check in a new patient who just walked in:: Scott Coleridge: Understood. We'll be in the meeting room in about 15 minutes. Chirakis: ::nod:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Or at least what could be seen as weapons testing. I understand the reasoning behind it. It was my suggestion! But, well. There's something darker or feels darker going on. Alexis McFarland: ::Angles her hover chair at a jaunty angle with her bad leg sticking out, since she couldn't fit her legs under her desk because of the chair::. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Commander, please have Commander Korjata, Dr. Sandero, and Lt. Dran report to the meeting room in 15 minutes for an away mission briefing. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Perhaps you can have your findings restricted. I am sure the Captain could have them locked away in her Vault. Alexis McFarland: ::Sighs:: Jylliene: ::groans inwardly at the idea of Nijil on another away mission:: Yes sir. Jylliene: +Dran, Nijil, Dacia+ Ops here. Report to the meeting room in 15 minutes for away mission briefing. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh dear. Alexis McFarland: ::to Miana and Annisha:: I hear we're scheduled for laps around the track for gym this week. Running exercises are boring. Jylliene: ::though at least this time Nijil isn't in command of the team, so there's that.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Sitting next to Alexis. Tries to cheer her up.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: +Ops+ Understood. Chirakis: ::stops at the security console and logs in::: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Lt Kenyon to Chief Engineer Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Hears the request :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathering her pack:: I wish I had time to think this through. Tarisa: Good luck with your mission. Alexis McFarland: But I think we're exempt given our.. injuries. I know I am, unless they want me to do laps in my chair... which I could do. That'd be fun. Fletcher Jackson: :::headset on, monitoring incoming and outgoing::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::Tarisa:: Thanks you. ::tries to smile a little:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Korjata here, go ahead. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::slings the pack over her shoulder:: Here we go. Tarisa: And if you wish, maybe I can make a request with the Captain. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::exits the lab:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: at tactical, looking at a bit map :: Chirakis: ::checking Garand's list for the security team for the mission::: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I have been working on this new design for a power relay for use with the new sensors and would like to test it. Do you have time to check it out? Tarisa: Miana> ::Still in a sling.:: Running would be hard. Maybe I can ride with you? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Tarisa:: You know the Captain better. That might be for the best. Jylliene: +Nijil, Dacia+ Ops here. Away team briefing in 15 minutes at the meeting room. Please acknowledge. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::moves to the TL:: Chirakis: ::verifies it and returns the list with orders to prepare::: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Yeah, sure! Though maybe it'd be better to squeeze in next to me in the chair so you don't fall off. Dacia Sandero: ::checks on some of the furry patients that the sickbay houses, then hears the comm +Jylliene+ Acknowledged. Tarisa: Miana> ::Puts up her good arm in glee.:: Yay! Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil is lost in thought:: Dacia Sandero: Alright, well I guess I'll be on my way then. ::heads out of sickbay:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::lift stops. She exits and moves quickly to the meeting room:: Tarisa: ::Leaves the lab, grabbing a lift.:: Scott Coleridge: ::makes his way to the meeting room:: Dacia Sandero: ::waves to the doctors and heads to the lift:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking :: +Kenyon+ Sorry, I think there is a buffer delay in the comms system. Dacia Sandero: ::waves to the doctors and heads to the lift:: Chirakis: ::following Scott::: Commander Kital, you have the con. mimipavilion: ::hollers:: have fun. Tarisa: :;Arrives on the CnC.:: Jylliene: Acknowledged, ma'am. I have the con. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'll check on the buffer delay. Are you available to check out my design? Jylliene: +Nijil+OPS to Nijil. Mission briefing imminent in the meeting room. Please respond. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I can swing by, I have to be somewhere in 10. Dacia Sandero: ::arrives at the CNC not long after Tarisa:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm in Main Engineering Jylliene: ::I'mgonnakillhimI'mgonnakillhimI'mgonnakillhim:: Johnson Kenyon: <LOL> Nijil tr'Korjata: +Ops+ I <pause> au, buffer issue <pause> Investigating. Alexis McFarland: ::in class, working on her assignment:: Chirakis: ::enters the conference room and takes an unobtrusive seat::: Tarisa: ::Watches as people head for the meeting room. She nods to Jylliene and walks over to SCI.:: Jylliene: ::sees through the bluff, given that she can see systems info on her own console:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a seat:: Dacia Sandero: ::takes a seat as well:: Jylliene: +Nijil+The meeting is nearly starting. You'd better get up here. Scott Coleridge: ::sits at the head of the table, notes that people are early… except for Nijil:: Scott Coleridge: ((Lol)) Chirakis: (conference people, take a @ please) Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls up the design schematic and downloads it to a PADD for Nijil to look at when he has a moment:: Jylliene: ::gives Tarisa an acknowledging wave:: Tarisa: ::Looks over.:: I take it the Captain joined the meeting as well? Jylliene: ::nods to Tarisa:: She did indeed. Chirakis: @ ::settles in, relaxed:: Johnson Kenyon: ::after downloading to the PADD, pulls up the COMM system to look for a problem in the buffer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: frustrated, enters the conference room :: Alexis McFarland: Huh what? Yeah, my leg still hurts a bit up to my lower leg. ::speaking to another student and moves her good arm to below her shin:: Up to there, and my foot is fine too. I'm stuck in the chair for 2-4 weeks. Yeah, it does suck. Dacia Sandero: @ ::settles in as well:: Scott Coleridge: @ Welcome, everyone. Jylliene: ::a bit more relaxed now:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I will have to see au later, at a conference. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that. Dacia Sandero: @::turns her attentions to Scott:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ +Jylliene+ I am here. Johnson Kenyon: ::puts the PADD in Nijil's office then returns to the console:: Scott Coleridge: @ I take it all of you read the mission reports from Commander Korjata's search-and-rescue mission? Jylliene: ::blinks in confusion, mumbles:: Yes, I know, I saw you walk through... Chirakis: Garand> ::in a conference with his team, bringing them up to speed::: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: sits :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Computer:: Run a level 5 diagnostic on the Comm system to see if there is a problem in the relay buffer Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. Jylliene: ::sends a quick "I see" message to his PADD in response:: Dacia Sandero: @Y-Yes. Scott Coleridge: @ The data gathered during that mission, particularly concerning the anomalous EM waves from, is very interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ sorry, possible engineering issue, nothing station threatening. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks strangely at the result:: Computer, increase to level 3 diagnostic and walk me through buffer by buffer Scott Coleridge: @ Lt. Dran has been following up on several theories. We've decided further investigation is warranted. Tarisa: ::Logs into the sensor system.:: Scott Coleridge: @ We'll be taking the Aegean back to the nebula to conduct a more detailed study of the star and the region. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::making notes in her journal:: Fletcher Jackson: :::rerouting a freighter so it can offload its cargo a little easier:: Chirakis: @ ::listening::: Scott Coleridge: @::brings up a graphic of the region on the main monitor:: We'll approach the nebula and conduct a preliminary scan, then enter and proceed towards the star. Johnson Kenyon: ::stopping at one buffer:: Computer, magnify buffer 337115 Nijil tr'Korjata: @ I have Tarisa's shield harmonics. Scott Coleridge: @ From there, how we proceed will depend on the star's activity. One of the reasons we're going is to see if we can determine why the star's periodicity increased so suddenly and the waves became so much stronger. mimipavilion: ::dealing with Children's Home reports and sending them, some that were needing to be sent a lot sooner, but considering that she's been busy:: Scott Coleridge: @ If the star is quiescent, we'll get as close as we can and launch a series of probes to collect detailed scans. Scott Coleridge: @ If the star is too active, we'll be much more cautious. Dacia Sandero: @ ::Watches the screen:: Chirakis: Garand> ::outlining the possible dangers, emphasizing the gear needed:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the magnified buffer:: Computer, what is the cause of this pattern? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ the star could be artificially affected by some kind of unforeseen technology. Scott Coleridge: @ Yes, that's one hypothesis we should consider on the mission. Scott Coleridge: @ It's also possible that our presence affects the star, considering that its behaviour only changed after so many ships were in the area at the same time. Johnson Kenyon: Computer> the most likely cause is a power surge Chirakis: Computer> There is no power surge. Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Commander, we'll need to make the same modifications to Aegean's shields and systems that you made to the Nei'rrh to protect us from the waves. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods :: Johnson Kenyon: ::mouthing:: a power surge without a power surge? Scott Coleridge: @::Dacia:: Doctor, we're still unclear on the effect that the waves' radiation has on living tissue. I'll want you working closely with Lt. Dran on this. Chirakis: Computer> the most likely cause is a power surge. Dacia Sandero: @ ::nods:: Yes, of course. Chirakis: Computer> There is no power surge. Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Lieutenant, you've already done exemplary work studying the waves from the data we have. I also appreciate your creative thinking in trying to compare it to other wave-like phenomena, like the Breen energy weapon. Now you'll have a chance to investigate more thoroughly, so prepare an experiment schedule accordingly. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Yes sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::either an undetectable power surge or a something else that looks like one:: Scott Coleridge: @ Questions? Johnson Kenyon: Computer, what additional probable or perhaps improbable causes are there for this buffer change? Nijil tr'Korjata: @ may we have extra probes? Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: I suppose we could have lost a power regulator Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: Good idea. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ cargo bay two.. Chirakis: Computer> ::buzz:: power surge ::buzz::: Dacia Sandero: (Johnson, did you break the computer?) Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and looks at the console:: Johnson Kenyon: <<It was Nijil, I swear>> Scott Coleridge: @ One more thing: I don't anticipate any trouble on this mission, but considering the nebula's proximity to regions of space with less savoury traffic, we're going to bring an extra security detail. Johnson Kenyon: ::resetting console and moving to another one:: Dacia Sandero: @::nods:: Makes sense. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::was just starting to relax:: Johnson Kenyon: ::decides to get a repair kit... goes to the engineering rack and picks up some tools:: mimipavilion: ::still in her office, mumbling about the paperwork and how meticulous Rihans are:: Scott Coleridge: @::Nijil:: How long will it take to adjust Aegean's systems? Chirakis: 10:50 PM Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to another engineering console:: Computer, calculate the volume of a star 1 light year in diameter Nijil tr'Korjata: @ few hours, could do enroute Chirakis: Computer> :the :calculation comes through quickly and precisely::: Johnson Kenyon: ::scanning with a tricorder as the calculation is made:: Chirakis: @ ::looks to Scott::: Jylliene: ((That's one crazy huge star)) Chirakis: @ ::her expression indicates not a good idea:: Scott Coleridge: @ Understood. Let's get it done beforehand though. Then we'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. Scott Coleridge: @ The rest of you, take today to study up on the data we already have. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ do we need to leave Aegis immediately? Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::making a supply list:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Glad that it wasn't her writing hand that was in the sling. She was still able to write things.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::notes the response:: Computer, bring up last buffer sequence and provide best approximation of what caused the buffer lag. Nijil tr'Korjata: @ only one way to be sure it works :: grins :: Dacia Sandero: @::makes a note to check medical supplies for the upcoming mission:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::configuring sensor pod load out:: Scott Coleridge: @ If there's nothing else... you are dismissed. Alexis McFarland: ::her good hand also wasn't broken so she's able to do her assignments and writing as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: nods, entering items on his padd :: Dacia Sandero: @::nods and begins to jot down stuff on her PADD as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @:: gets up, sure looking at his padd :: Johnson Kenyon: Computer> ::chirp, but no response:: Chirakis: @ ::hoping Nijil doesn't trip::: Dacia Sandero: @::gets up and heads out as well:: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::Stands and moves towards the door:: Chirakis: 10:58 PM Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: dances around obstacles and gets out unharmed :: Tae'Lynn Dran: @ ::stops:: Commander. May I ask what the primary objective of this mission is? Chirakis: @ ::also stands::: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulling out the specifications on the Computer, going through the diagrams:: Jylliene: ::sees folks beginning to emerge:: Nijil tr'Korjata: @ :: exits, the AT symbol falling to the floor :: Dacia Sandero: @ ::follows everyone out and to the turbolift:: Scott Coleridge: @::Dran:: Ideally? Discover the cause of the waves, understand how they work, and how to improve our defences against them. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: goes to Jylliene :: Chirakis: (last words) Chirakis: @ ::exits to CnC::: Scott Coleridge: @ We can't take along the Breen energy weapon for comparison, I'm afraid, but you're welcome to continue your inquiries along those lines. Tae'Lynn Dran: @ Thank you sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: quietly to Jy :: seems I'm leaving again. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps onto the CnC:: Jylliene: It seems so. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 5/3/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Chirakis: TBS will be another 24 hours. Chirakis: Comments, Commander? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Jylliene: ? Chirakis: Ms Kital? Jylliene: Will the team have departed at sim start, or just be heading out at that point? Johnson Kenyon: ? Chirakis: It depends on their readiness. Scott, thoughts on that? Scott Coleridge: I think we'll be on Aegean and getting underway Chirakis: Very well. Chirakis: Mr Kenyon? Jylliene: Gotcha. Johnson Kenyon: This computer glitch, will it have disappeared or cause random problems over the next 24 hours? Chirakis: It depends on the engineer fixing it, of course. Chirakis: Let's hope it is minor. Johnson Kenyon: can I expect random glitches over the next 24 hours? Chirakis: Random is random. Johnson Kenyon: LOL Scott Coleridge: You are allowed to sleep at some point. Chirakis: He is? Scott Coleridge: And wake up to the night shift's report of what glitches they encountered. Scott Coleridge: Do *you* want a sleep-deprived engineer fixing your life support system? Johnson Kenyon: thanks, Commander.... I see your point Chirakis: That said.. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |3 May 2019 13 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.134 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0900 hours (9:00 AM) Aegis local. Engineering officer Kenyon is busy running simulations and correcting design flaws as well as fixing minor glitches such as fuzzy monitors and science alarms that forward to CnC. Lt Cdr Leilani Feretti, formerly attached to Aegis and presently attached to USS Toronto, is visiting. Starships from the planet Drakel’a, a major way station for organized crime, have been found docked on a planetoid base established by the Alien Alliance. The base is not far from Aegis. Command is concerned that the massive electromagnetic waves that almost destroyed Nei’rrh and Argos II were skillfully manipulated and used as a weapon. Science officer Dran believes that weaponizing electromagnetic waves might be possible, but the only way to tell is to revisit the nebula and simulate the variables at the source. The mission has been approved. Commander Coleridge will be in command.
  17. Into the Storm Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 Peace is a lie. The great deception draws a veil of fantasy over reality, a construct fashioned by the naiveté of those who would live in comfort and prosperity, either oblivious to the constant threat of war or choosing to ignore it. Whoever believed that we would have peace after the disappearance of the Breen lived in a Utopian fantasy world, for it is the nature of all beasts that when the dominant is removed, another rises to take its place. The peace that supposedly surrounds Sky Harbor Aegis could soon be shattered by a Breen successor. In turn, when that successor disappears—if it ever does—yet another will rise to power… and on it goes. * * * * * Kirel stared blankly at her tactical computer screen, processing every possible danger that a starship crew could encounter during this mission. Commander Coleridge was more than capable of command. He would choose his crew carefully. He would be cautious and thorough. She should not be overly concerned, but she was…. "Good afternoon, Captain. My apology for the delay. Our briefing was not exactly brief." Admiral Mullins, Director of Federation Security, forced a smile. "Good afternoon, Admiral." Kirel gave a respectful nod, settled behind her desk, and swiveled her screen into view. The admiral's image came through subspace clearly, outlining every wrinkle and every well-earned scar. His silver hair glistened as he thumbed through the document before him. As Director of Federation Security, he had been keeping a close watch on the Alien Alliance since they mysteriously appeared on An-Ward, Drakel’a, and a few other bases that had not been revealed. According to the viewscreen’s background setting, he was calling from Rendezvous October. That in itself spoke of ongoing threats. “Tell me, Captain. What... exactly... are you proposing?” he asked, his brow furrowed, more questioning than concerned as he relaxed at his console. “A scientific research mission, Admiral,” Kirel replied casually. “To explore the restricted area of space that caused our ships to lose power, and to assure that the electromagnetic waves do not pose a threat outside the restricted zone.” Mullins hesitated. His fingers drummed on the desk, then tapped lightly on his tablet, his lips pursed. “Is there something I should know, Admiral?,” asked Kirel. “Have you new information?” “Umm…” he mused into a slow exhale. “Not exactly new, but perhaps some things of which you are unaware and a few things you asked us to investigate. "Regarding the modified use of a Breen dampening weapon, we have come up with nothing. However, the Breen transporter system has been verified. Several incidents have pointed in that direction. Specialists are working on countermeasures, but they haven't been successful. “Now, regarding your proposed mission," he continued, pulling his tablet close to thumb through it again. "Nebula 259b—the area you would be investigating—is not far from 236a and An-Ward. Our operatives haven’t reported anything out of the ordinary in 259b. That area has been fairly quiet except for the electromagnetic energy waves. “Concerning your request, it did not have a distinct reason for investigation. But now that you have explained, it seems to be a mission for Starfleet, not Aegis.” He leaned forward. “I know you too well, Captain. You have more in mind than a scientific investigation.” “Do I?” she replied after a pause, her expression neutral. “Of course you do,” he continued with a cautionary tone, “and you know better than to keep it to yourself. To enter and investigate that nebula or anything around it, you will need expertise and backup. Regarding the expertise, Aegis has its share. However, the backup?” The admiral put the tablet aside and clasped his hands, waiting. Kirel considered that a moment, then stood to illustrate via the tactical screen. “As you know—and according to Starfleet records—the electromagnetic energy waves emanating from the star… here... have been predictable, regular, and not very powerful since their discovery. Recently, those waves have wavered from docile to hostile. They have magnified exponentially, and the planetoid that was the home of Dr Brubaker for ten years was quickly devoured by a series of unusually powerful waves. “Three vessels were caught in the waves.” A ‘before' and 'after’ display of the ships appeared on screen. “Shuttle Nei’rrh and RSE freighter Argos II barely escaped the catastrophe and are still under repair. Shuttle Warren, however, was pulled into the planetoid’s gravity well, and burned along with the planetoid.” “And, according to our operatives, the star itself has remained constant,” Mullins interjected, then relaxed in thought. “What do you expect to find in your investigation other than a star that sends out electromagnetic waves that have changed suddenly?” “Something that is not natural.” Mullins seemed satisfied. “And who will be commanding the mission?” “Commander Coleridge.” His thoughts seem to wander for a moment before nodding. “Very well. Mission approved. Inform Commander Coleridge—and no one else—that if there is a problem, there will be a standby team tailing them. You know the code and the protocol concerning the code. If the connection to your investigating vessel is terminated, inform the standby team. If the standby team does not respond, inform us immediately. Any questions?” “No questions, Admiral.” “Very well, good hunting.”
  18. Extenuating Circumstances Chirakis Kirel, Captain SI-5 “We need to consider all the facts, not just what happened on the Nei’rrh. Kenyon’s performance so far on the station has been exemplary. He shows both initiative and the ability to follow directions. This was his first away mission, and it was a stressful one.” ~Commander Scott Coleridge Having completed her first, and hopefully last document of reprimand, Kirel left her desk to stare out the window, beyond ships docking, tenders, fighters, and shuttles, and into the primal void that many called Chaos. Chaos takes hold, and threatens to unravel thoughts and shift them into nightmares. Chaos foments strife and leads her prey into the dark abyss of space. The end result was often a long, lonely, and painful death. Mr Kenyon’s situation involved chaos, but it did not prevail. In their investigation, chaos turned into balance. One end of the scale was positive, and the other end, negative. Should one misstep in the face of chaos take precedence over the many positive steps he had taken? His misstep was a heavy one that could have resulted in disaster, but it did not. That said, did the sum of his positive actions balance against the one negative action? The captain and the commander believed so, and so it would be.
  19. And here I had hoped that you were announcing your return. However, your wife's pastel has raised my spirits. Agincourt was, and always will be remembered as an exceptional game. Your wife is extremely talented, Captain. Thank you for adding her work to the archive.
  20. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/26/19 =/\= 12 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.133 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0800 hours (8:00 AM) Aegis local. Command continues to monitor an alien base on a planetoid close to Aegis. Science continues investigating the electromagnetic waves that disabled Nei'rrh and Argos II. USS Toronto has docked, replacing RSE Voldar. Security is at condition yellow. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::OPS:: Dacia Sandero: ::doing her work in medical:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Chirakis: ::in her office, mulling over a few things::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::science lab:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main engineering:: Scott Coleridge: ::on CnC, eating a breakfast donut, which he will hopefully get to finish this time:: Fletcher Jackson: :::mind shift to main OPS is a little taxing::: Fletcher Jackson: :::Coleridge::: USS Toronto has docked, Commander. Task Force Voldar has moved out. Task Force Toronto remains in the vicinity. :::ack to Toronto:: Scott Coleridge: Thank you, Mr. Jackson. Dacia Sandero: Leilani> ::in the Toronto, eager to be back on Aegis again, it's sure been awhile:: Alexis McFarland: ::Is sleeping in bed:: mimipavilion: ::working on her reports:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking over several large monitors with different theoretical models calculated out::: Chirakis: ::paging through notes, moving from screen to screen, then zooms in on that one planetoid again, magnifying it to note ships docked::: Johnson Kenyon: ::running simulations:: Scott Coleridge: ::catching up on reports and acknowledging and filling requests from departments:: Chirakis: :::stands to study the same screen for possibly the millionth time::: Johnson Kenyon: ::stopping his simulations, noting the design flaws:: Scott Coleridge: ::slightly distracted by, in the back of his mind, thoughts of the Breen energy weapon set off by Dran's latest findings:: Alexis McFarland: ::squishes pillow:: Mmm.,,Miana,... zzz.. Johnson Kenyon: ::rubbing forehead, making slight modification and rerunning simulation:: Chirakis: +com+ Commander Cayne, to my office. Dacia Sandero: ::checking on some medical records for some of the patients in the sickbay, also making note to see when Lani is free, maybe meet for dinner or something:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walks away from console and moves over to the food replicator:: Chirakis: +com+ Commander Coleridge, my office. Johnson Kenyon: ::to replicator:: Peppermint tea Scott Coleridge: ::looks down at his half-eaten donut, takes it with him this time:: Dacia Sandero: ::sips some hot Yorkshire Tea, from a tea bag:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taking the mug out of the replicator and sipping it before moving back to the console:: Dacia Sandero: ::is glad Lani's back on the station, and hopes to catch up with her later:: Scott Coleridge: ::knocks on the door:: Chirakis: ::turns toward the door::: Enter. Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to the console... reprograms the simulation to iterate different design parameters:: Chirakis: ::half grin at the donut after her encounter with Jackson::: Scott Coleridge: What's on the agenda today? Chirakis: Doughnuts apparently. Bring your coffee if you need to. Chirakis: Or is it tea? Johnson Kenyon: ::programming:: Scott Coleridge: Neither today. Just some water. Why… do I need something stronger? Chirakis: I doubt it, but one never knows. ::secures the door::: mimipavilion: ::looking over some studies::Dacia Sandero: ::glances at the records of each patient and assigns them prescriptions or clearance to leave sickbay, and gives the PADD to the lead nurse:: Chirakis: :::turns toward the screen::: Are you familiar with a planet called Drakel'a, Commander? Scott Coleridge: The name rings a bell, probably from some intelligence reports. Non-aligned world, right? Chirakis: ::the screen zooms out, then zooms in on a very small planet far from most inhabited planets::: Yes. Non-aligned. Chirakis: ...and you probably did hear of them through intelligence reports. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station on the CnC :: Chirakis: It's mostly barren permafrost and not particularly habitable. There are a few small towns and one city, and it is a prominent way-station for organized crime. Johnson Kenyon: ::putting the finishing touches on the modified simulation:: Chirakis: ::zooms in on a landing area::: Note the configuration of these vessels, Commander. The two on the far right. Johnson Kenyon: ::sipping tea, pressing button to start simulation and watches:: Scott Coleridge: What makes it more special than any oth… ::squints:: Oh. Chirakis: And compare them with this one. ::split screens to one on An-Ward::: Chirakis: ::Puts them next to each other::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Taps his mug on the console, noticing how empty it is :: Johnson Kenyon: ::satisfied that the simulation is going well, paces the room in thought:: Fletcher Jackson: ::handling requisitions and a few other things he'd rather not deal with::: Chirakis: Would you agree that they are quite similar? Scott Coleridge: Yes. Johnson Kenyon: ::checks the duty log:: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices that neither Commander Korjata, nor Lt Little is around:: Chirakis: Then we have another connection to the Alien Alliance.. Chirakis: Now, moving on... ::turns away from the screen::: Chirakis: Commander Cayne and I were deployed to An-Ward to find, follow, and gather information on the alien craft that were using nebulae to slip through space. At the same time, Aegean was investigating An-Ward, and Commander Kital was transported through Aegean’s cloak. Chirakis: While we were there, we detected an energy burst that emerged from subspace, several layers deep, just enough for a single quantum resolution pattern. It bore a resemblance to the Breen DNA signature transporter brought to us by the Diosi. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I guess that's that. ::compiles the data onto her padd and exits the lab:: Chirakis: And this could be a connection to the energy waves. "Could be" but I suspect that it is. Chirakis: ::leans against her desk, thinking::: Johnson Kenyon: ::notices a work order in medical... reads it carefully and gathers up tools to head out:: Chirakis: I'm trying to connect the dots, Commander. Dacia Sandero: ::enjoys the hot tea, and continues to look over more patient records:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps onto the CnC:: Scott Coleridge: Always hard to do when some of the dots are hidden and others keep moving around. Chirakis: Indeed. Hopefully, we will have information from Lt Dran soon. Dacia Sandero: Leilani> ::exits the airlock into the station, seeing how much it changed since she left:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the TL:: Medical Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to Ops:: Chirakis: :::still pondering::: Fletcher Jackson: ::looks up::: Yes, ma'am? Tae'Lynn Dran: Is the Captain available? Fletcher Jackson: ::checks::: Johnson Kenyon: ::exits the TL, walks down the hall and enters Medical:: Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. She is in her office with Commander Coleridge. Scott Coleridge: Any indications yet that these parties are organizing into something more troubling than some organized criminals? Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you. Chirakis: I believe that there is, but there is only one way to find out for sure. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps to the Captain's office and taps the chime:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around Medical:: Chirakis: ::Looks up to the security monitor, then releases the door::: Enter. Chirakis: ::blanks the screen:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps inside:: Captain. Dacia Sandero: ::hears someone come in:: Hello? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne wondered if his routine needed adjustment, or perhaps he was just dehydrated :: Chirakis: Lieutenant. Come in. I hope you have something for us. mimipavilion: ::hears the doors then Dacia:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Something, yes. Chirakis: ::;secures the door::: Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Dr. Sandero:: Hi Doctor. I have a work order here for a fuzzy monitor. Dacia Sandero: Ah, yes. ::Mimi:: Where was that monitor again? Johnson Kenyon: ::notices Mimi:: Chirakis: ::waves her into a chair if she so desires::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Along your line of thought I believe it is possible to trigger the energy waves we encountered. The how will require direct experimentation. Chirakis: By direct experimentation you mean...? mimipavilion: ::gets up and goes to the office door:: Ummm... room 3 of section b Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at where Mimi is directing:: Tae'Lynn Dran: We would need to return to the nebula and try ourselves. I can not simulate all variables in the lab. Johnson Kenyon: Thank you Doctor... I'll see about getting these up and running Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Dacia Sandero: Thanks, we appreciate it. Let us know if you need anything. Dacia Sandero: Leilani> ::heads somewhere for breakfast:: Scott Coleridge: That might tip our hand. Johnson Kenyon: Will do ::leaving for room 3 section b:: Chirakis: :::Scott:: Explain. mimipavilion: ::goes back to her studies:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: So many nooks and crannies in this sector. Too many variables to consider in real-time. This was not the only sector with activity, Deep Space Nine for example and their wormhole :: Johnson Kenyon: ::trying the monitors one by one:: Scott Coleridge: If we show up and start experimenting, that could attract the wrong kind of attention... Dacia Sandero: ::forwards Alexis' absence note/doctor's note (being a doctor had its perks) to her school as she doesn't feel she's ready to go back just yet:: Scott Coleridge: I suppose we could try to make it look like strictly a scientific mission. Even so, if they think we're too interested in that region... Chirakis: :::holds up a hand::: Chirakis: Thank you, Lieutenant. That will be all. ::releases the door::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hesitant:: Yes sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::finds a monitoring that seems to be fuzzy or flickering:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::exits the office:: Johnson Kenyon: ::testing connections:: Chirakis: ::secures the door and the office as soon as Dran leaves, then turns to Scott:: You were saying? Dacia Sandero: ::gets a message from Lani to meet her later and accepts:: Scott Coleridge: Right now we have an element of surprise. The Argos incident was genuinely coincidence. We weren't looking for anything in the nebula. Johnson Kenyon: ::takes out isolinear spanner and begins diagnostic:: Scott Coleridge: If we start nosing around, we're going to have to be very careful about how we proceed, or else it could get messy. Chirakis: ::wanders toward her desk as she listens::: Chirakis: Agreed. And by "we" you mean a select few? Scott Coleridge: I mean "Starfleet." Chirakis: :::pondering::: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing a bad relay, pulls out one from his bag and begins replacing:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::milling aimlessly around the CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::finishes with patient records, again heading out to the medical bay to check on the patients visually:: Chirakis: If this avenue is approved.... Chirakis: The only one to lead would be you, Commander. Scott Coleridge: I was afraid you would say that. ::shifts in his chair:: I keep hoping one of these days you're just going to call me in here to show me vacation photos instead of surveillance footage. Chirakis: Are you ready for this assignment? Scott Coleridge: I'll do my best. mimipavilion: ::yawns:: Johnson Kenyon: ::finishes repair on monitor:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: taps the console display aimlessly :: Chirakis: Choose your team, Commander. I will take care of the rest. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/26/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then... Chirakis: TBS will be another 24 hours, which will make it 0900 hours, 9:00 AM. Chirakis: Comments, Commander? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Pertinent comments or questions from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing no more... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  21. Mr. Lyon, Without familiarity of your present game, it seems logical that any civilization that achieves FTL drive in any means could override the Prime Directive, depending on the circumstances. I would want to consider the targeted civilization in its entirety. For instance: are they hostile, how did they acquire the technology for FTL and are they able to control it, and a few others that do not immediately come to mind. Also, considering that the Prime Directive does not pertain only to primitive civilizations, but to all civilizations that use FTL means, I would want to tread lightly.
  22. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |26 April 2019 12 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.133 TBS is 24 hours. The time is 0800 hours (8:00 AM) Aegis local. EnRiov tr’Aldani of the Tal Shiar has passed on information regarding a potential major threat to the Joint Allied Powers. Not far from Aegis is a substantial base built by a syndicate we have watched for several years. Intercepted communications within their group reveals plans for a coordinated attack, but where and when is unknown. Taking into account the strange electromagnetic waves that downed Nei’rrh and Argos II, command suspects that the waves could be manipulated and used as a weapon against passing ships. USS Toronto has docked, replacing RSE Voldar. Task Force Toronto remains in the vicinity.
  23. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/19/19 =/\= 11 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.131 TBS is 23 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Lt Dran is about to report her findings on the Breen weapon. It is possible that we will have to develop countermeasures. Security is at condition yellow. Everyone else is green. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= mimipavilion: ::in her medical office:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops, settling in for the day, enjoying the morning coffee:: Chirakis: ::already in her office, reading the information from Ambassador Sejak:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way to sickbay, disturbed by his visions and waking up on the floor :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::just arrived onto the CnC. Fruit juice in one hand and pad and journal on the other:: Fletcher Jackson: :;slips in late, takes his seat without a donut!:: Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay, drinking a cup of coffee:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters medical, hearing the door close behind him :: Johnson Kenyon: ::rushing off to Main Engineering.... a tad late:: Alexis McFarland: ::is sleeping in her bed:: mimipavilion: ::hears the doors open and close and enters main medical to see Nijil:: Hi what brings you here. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::humming a little song as she takes steps to the science terminals:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Had slept over. Curled up next to Alexis.:: Tarisa: ::Steps onto CnC after a nice rest.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Various engineers are fussing over the stations systems, others are looking at the work board :: Alexis McFarland: ::next to Miana, curled up with her good arm around Miana:: Dacia Sandero: ::checking on patients who spent the night over in Sickbay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Doctor, I have to let au know of an experience I had yesterday. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sits :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking around the CnC, getting his bearings :: mimipavilion: ::concerned and follows Nijil:: Ok what happened. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sips her juice then sets it securely to the side:: Scott Coleridge: ::stifles a yawn as he steps out of the TL onto the CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I was walking around the station, seeing if some needed help. I passed a dark corridor, but there was a light at the very edge. Chirakis: ::scanning the areas plotted onscreen - the nebulae, asteroids, and planetoids, then zooms in on the same one she did last time::: mimipavilion: ::listens:: Go on. Chirakis: ::checks her list::: Tarisa: ::Steps over to science, nods to Dran.:: Good morning. Tae'Lynn Dran: Good morning Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: Looked out of place, so I went to check it out. Just as I rounded the corner someone said my name, first name. "Greetings Nijil." She was someone I did not recognize, even at the species level. Nijil tr'Korjata: She smiled, then I started to lose consciousness. I saw her reach out as if to help me, but then I blacked out before hitting the floor. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::opens her journal and begins transferring notes from it to the database on screen:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sneaking into Main Engineering and heading to a console:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I woke about an hour later...face to the floor. mimipavilion: ::concerned:: Do you know which corridor it was? Chirakis: ::then listens to the recording, forwarded from SI-6::: Dacia Sandero: ::listens in as well:: Tarisa: :;Sipping on a hot tea, she sets it down, before getting into a small doggy bag, pulling out a pastry.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thinking of methods to be more aware of what's happening on the station. The facility was so large as to be a city, and one could lose themselves in it just the same :: Scott Coleridge: ::grabs tea and a breakfast sandwich from the replicator and moves to his station:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing a small package for him:: Dacia Sandero: Hm. Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Any updates from engineering about the malfunctions in the science lab? Jylliene: ::pondering as she pages through the usual overnight reports:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, just below the commerce level, close to some residential areas. Johnson Kenyon: ::opens the package to find the part he designed a few days ago... fresh from the Industrial Replicator:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a map out and points the location to Mimi :: Jylliene: Hm? Oh.. Not that I see so far in the overnight reports. Shall I message engineering for a specific update? Nijil tr'Korjata: I would have reported this earlier, but we were running tests on the sensor data delivery system. Chirakis: ::steps away and begins to wander, thinking::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to himself :: More cameras? Floating drones? Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she dreams about pastries.:: Annisha: :: Up, but not happy about it :: mimipavilion: Ok. ::makes a note of it:: Alright. I'll report it for you. Is there anything else. Chirakis: :::checking Cayne's present security clearance::: Scott Coleridge: No, thank you. I'm sure they'll update us if they have any news. Until then I'll forbear. ::glances at the reports waiting in his inbox:: It isn't as if I'm lacking things to do... Jylliene: ::grins to Scott:: Jylliene: Very well, sir. Alexis McFarland: ::dreaming about kitties... fluffy:: Chirakis: Um.... +com+ Commander Kital, have Commanders Coleridge and Cayne report to my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: Was I seeing things? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking at the calculations provided by the shipyard. Considering the best way to create a low level version of the given energy pattern:: Chirakis: ::leaning against her desk, staring at the screen::: Jylliene: ::glances at Coleridge:: +Chirakis+ Right away, ma'am Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: :::workworkwork:: Johnson Kenyon: ::checks the schedule for the holo training suite on deck 13, fortunately it appears to be open.... reserves it:: Dacia Sandero: ::working on things in sickbay, chatting with the night nurse:: Jylliene: +Cayne+ CnC to Commander Cayne. Report to Captain Chirakis's office right away, please. Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: Sounds like you're needed in the captain's office, sir. Scott Coleridge: ::logs off from his console:: Indeed. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, we could try this.:::moves the calculations around:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Hold the fort, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: ::grabs the part and starts to head out... when Lt Little notices him:: Jylliene: Of course, sir. Tae'Lynn Dran: Let's see. :::overlays the sensors logs from the nebula:: Scott Coleridge: ::rings the doorbell on Chirakis' office:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gets the note, heads to her office :: Chirakis: Enter. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Arrives at the door :: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::to Kenyon:: There you are. Did you decide to take that R&R I suggested, we missed you yesterday Chirakis: ::turns as the door opens::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters along with Cayne:: mimipavilion: Ummm... I'm not sure. ::sees Dacia:: I'm sure Dr. Sandero won't mind to check you out to make sure, while I get the report written up. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Little, breathes deeply:: You haven't by any chance seen Commander Korjata? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Enters :: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> Not yet this morning, why? Dacia Sandero: Oh yes, Of course. Have a seat, I'll try not to keep you too long. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Little:: I do need to talk to him. I've.... Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, I see ::adjusts the base values and scales down the amplification:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I can't be too late for my shift, but I can't be under mental duress at the same time. Chirakis: ::she secures the door behind them and points to the images onscreen - a planetoid on which is a base with familiar ships docked::: Chirakis: Do you recall these, gentlemen? Dacia Sandero: ::takes out her tricorder and scans him over:: Yes.. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::looking down inquisitively at Kenyon:: I've? Scott Coleridge: ::small frown:: I'm afraid so. Chirakis: ::deep inhale:: An-Ward Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It has been a while since I read the report Captain. Chirakis: Indeed it has, and they have been very busy. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Little:: Let's just say I have a very important matter to discuss with him. ::showing the part:: In the meanwhile, I thought I would test out my design in a holosuite.... sort of test it out before we decide to use it on those fancy new sensors Tae'Lynn Dran: ::lets the computer churn the current calculations through several hundred simulated runs:: Chirakis: Most of these bases are manned by small groups familiar to me, but more interested in grab and go than conquering any area of space.. Chirakis: This one, however.... Dacia Sandero: ::finishes:: Well, I don't detect anything long term. I could give you a hypo to feel better. Tarisa: ::Finishes her food, cleans up and goes over to the console.:: Did you find what you were looking for? mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and writes up her report:: Chirakis: :::begins to play a recording::: The recording is from Lt Grun, SI-6 ::turns to Cayne:: I'm sure you recall him... "The siege is proceeding well. We have removed the last orbital threats and eliminated all known launch sites. They will come to terms before any orbital bombardments are necessary. The Tsuramera and a few escorts can maintain the blockade." "Negotiations with the Kuromites are concluded. The 8 ships left in their fleet will now join us at Maravon." "What of the Metal Hearts?" "We have spotted operatives of theirs on An­Ward and we believe some have moved past the old border in search of the Children of Stone." "And our own search?" "No change since our last report." "With our forces free of the siege and our new allies we can begin the coreward expansion." "With care. Those beyond the border are still unknown to us. If they kept the Breen at bay, then we will find no small task in bringing them into our alliance." A voice, broad and with authority, raised itself above the others. "The fleet will ready itself at Maravon. Send the fastest ship of the Kuromites to follow the Metal Heart operatives. We will await their results before proceeding." The echoes became a unified chorus, "As you command."* Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> I'll tell the Commander you are looking for him Tae'Lynn Dran: I believe so. Dacia Sandero: If not, then you're free to go. I'm sure Mimi is writing up a report now. Chirakis: ::listens to it for at least the tenth time::: Nijil tr'Korjata: It's not a matter of feeling Doctor Sandero, but understanding what happened to me. Johnson Kenyon: ::pauses then stops himself from talking then nods his head:: Chirakis: Their base... is exactly as you expected, Commander Coleridge. Johnson Kenyon: ::grabs his part and heads out:: Dacia Sandero: Ah, I see what you mean. Yes. Scott Coleridge: I see. In which case, Dran's research takes on new significance. Tarisa: ::Looking at the console.:: Dacia Sandero: I'm not particularly sure myself. Chirakis: Indeed it does. Tae'Lynn Dran: The shipyard provided valuable insight. I believe we can produce a low scale equivalent to the damping wave. Nijil tr'Korjata: Well, perhaps I should just see what else happens. Chirakis: ::looks to Cayne::: Your thoughts? Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: That'd be what I'd do if I were you. Dacia Sandero: Sorry I couldn't be of more help. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Are we running a recon mission? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Seems like we need a touch more information Chirakis: Not at the moment. Tae'Lynn Dran: I half expect the Breen came up with their weapon by studying that nebula. It is or was well in their territory at one time. Chirakis: Indeed. More information, and permission from Command. Dacia Sandero: Physically though, you seem fine. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving on Deck 13, enters the Holotraining program:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns to see the simulation results as the computer beeps:: Nijil tr'Korjata: And do au...sense anything in my mind? mimipavilion: ::finishes the report and sends the report to Chirakis, Scott, and Cayne:: Johnson Kenyon: ::pulls up the Arch and begins programming the sensor relay scenario:: Tarisa: ::Nods. Also curious about the result.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: If only your ability was in a portable form I could wear around,, other than having au follow me around. Scott Coleridge: Permission for ...? Chirakis: Whatever we decide to do. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Grabs his padd in preparation to head to work :: Chirakis: At the moment, I believe Lt Dran is examining her results. Dacia Sandero: I can sense the uncertainly, for sure among other things. Yes, that would be nice at a time like this yeah. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well. That was maybe um too effective. ::looking the data over:: Results show 300% higher saturation than expected. That would have blacked out the station for a week. Let's try lowing the power. ::lets the computer crunch the new numbers:: Chirakis: +Dran+ Lieutenant, do you have your results? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up :: I thank au for your help. Tae'Lynn Dran: +CAPT+ Preliminary, yes. Dacia Sandero: Not a problem. Chirakis: +Dran+ Enough for comprehensive assessment? Tae'Lynn Dran: +CAPT+ Theoretical assessment. I will need to run several experiments before saying more. Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the sensor relays appear in the holosuite, pulling out part and inserting it into the relays:: Chirakis: +Dran+ Bring what you have to my office. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waves as he leaves sickbay :: Tae'Lynn Dran: +CAPT+ Yes sir. Chirakis: ::releases the door lock::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gathers her things:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: exits her office :: Jylliene: ::hears the door, glances up and nods to Cayne as he leaves the office. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::goes to the Captain's office:: Chirakis: ::the door is open::: Chirakis: ::blanks the screen::: Johnson Kenyon: ::running a number of stress tests on the part:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Sirs. ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Steps over to the unused console as Dran goes to the office.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walks to Commander Kital :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Commander. Chirakis: Come in, Lieutenant. ::the door closes behind her::: Chirakis: Tell us what you have so far. Jylliene: Commander. Jylliene: May I help you? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I hope SubCommander Korjata has recovered from the last mission. Fletcher Jackson: ::deep breath, takes a break for coffee::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: He just looked a bit stressed, and I should know stress. Johnson Kenyon: ::watches as the part fails:: Scott Coleridge: ::sitting in one of the chairs, interested look on his face:: Johnson Kenyon: ::removes the part from the simulation and starts again... this time with a normal relay:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Moments later Korjata enters main engineering :: Chirakis: ::leaning against her desk::: Jylliene: Stress seems to be his usual. Fletcher Jackson: ::returns, coffee in hand, minus the donuts:: Tae'Lynn Dran: With the information given by the shipyard along with sensor records of the nebula I've come up with a way to simulate the damping pulse. Jylliene: But he seems his usual. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: says aloud and somewhat humorously :: What in the elements is going on today? :: walks to the board :: Chirakis: ::listening::: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::to Nijil:: Nice to see you, Chief mimipavilion: ::goes back into main medical to talk to Dacia:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Little :: It is nice to see me too, when I get the chance. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Nods :: Just watch him. Tae'Lynn Dran: It was actually rather easy. Directing it would be the biggest problem. Johnson Kenyon: ::observing the test:: Jylliene: Always. One eye on him, one on Annisha. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sorry I am late everyone and from the tears I see I was missed. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::towering over Nijil, smiles broadly:: You could use a mirror Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: laughs :: Implants can give you more eyes. :: walks to his post :: mimipavilion: ::finds her:: So how was our patient. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> At least you are in a good mood... Lt Kenyon was looking for you Nijil tr'Korjata: Do I look that bad? I see one woman in my head and people talk. Chirakis: Directing... what? Tae'Lynn Dran: SubCommander Jorahl was clear he was leaving out the main features of weaponizing the pulse. Jylliene: ::chuckles:: I'll pass for now. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::chuckles:: You've been to see the shrink about that? Scott Coleridge: Lieutenant, have your tests given you a better understanding of the nature of the pulses from the star? Chirakis: Weaponizing. :::ponders that:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Luckily for my testing purposes I just need to direct it enough I don't knock station systems offline. Nijil tr'Korjata: ::: nods :: Lieutenant Kenyon :: he said over the relative noise :: Is this try and au are looking for yours truly? Tae'Lynn Dran: Some. Tae'Lynn Dran: I have been focusing more on the effects rather than the causes. Johnson Kenyon: ::is in the holodeck on deck 13:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Little :: As a matter of fact that is why I was late. Chirakis: Lieutenant... Chirakis: Are you sure that the pulses are from the star? Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::eyes wide:: Oh... you weren't joking... Chirakis: Could they have been artificial? From an area close to the star? Nijil tr'Korjata: She was no one I had seen before. She seemed kind enough. Johnson Kenyon: ::modifying the relay to see if he can make it stronger... starts the test again:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looks at the Commander then back to the Captain:: I... That wasn't really a possibility I considered. Chirakis: Can you consider it now? mimipavilion: ::looks at Dacia:: Dr.? Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::starts slinking away to avoid the conversation, pretends he has something urgent to do:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Well. ::glancing side to side for a moment:: Fletcher Jackson: ::::traffic is like rush hour in New York::: Chirakis: Let me put it another way... Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::turns back to Nijil:: Lt Kenyon said there was a problem with one of the power relays used for that new Sensor grid... It's drawing an excessive amount of power... he's designing something on the Holodeck Chirakis: Is it possible at all that they could be from an area close to the star? Chirakis: In your best estimation. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah, something to regulate it. mimipavilion: ::standing next to Dacia and coughs:: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> He had a part replicated, but wanted to test it out before bringing it to you. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::considers:: No, under my current theory the pulses are natural. :::thinking for a moment:: However. We did see an increase in the frequency of the pulses that can't be explained yet. Dacia Sandero: Yes? Scott Coleridge: So someone could be manipulating the star to trigger more pulses. mimipavilion: How's our patient? Tae'Lynn Dran: It is possible our ships triggered the increased rate. But if our ships could then any other artificial stimulus could as well. Tae'Lynn Dran: But to what end? Scott Coleridge: The Nei'rrh was able to shield itself somewhat from the pulses. If you combine that with what you've learned from studying the Breen weapon, do you think you could devise a better way to neutralize the pulses? Dacia Sandero: Physically, he's fine but he's still apprehensive as to what he'd experienced. It was odd what happened to him. mimipavilion: I know. I did send the report. Dacia Sandero: But other than that, he seemed to be fine and I cleared him for duty. Nijil tr'Korjata: We should put it through a field test Tae'Lynn Dran: Possibly. Dacia Sandero: Yes, very strange. Almost seemed like a daydream or something. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::glances at Chirakis:: Chirakis: Thank you, Lieutenant. Continue to investigate your findings. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Chirakis: ::pushing off from her desk::: Dismissed. Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> He should be available on the Comm. ::someone approaching him:: I'm overdue at the power generation meeting... You're the boss if you want to come Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns and exits the office:: Jylliene: ::nods to Dran as she exits:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I'll go. Lead the way. Tarisa: ::Sees Dran leaving the office.:: How did it go? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to Tarisa:: That wasn't exactly what I was expecting. Chirakis: ::when the door closes, she looks to Scott::: Johnson Kenyon: Lt Little> ::walking to the conference room:: Scott Coleridge: The picture is getting clearer, but it isn't what we wanted to see, is it? Chirakis: No, it was not. But it could be what we suspected. Tae'Lynn Dran: I think there's more going on than I want to know about. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 4/19/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done, as usual. Chirakis: Lt, how long would you need to complete your findings? Chirakis: 24 hours? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::smiles:: If we're talking a full grant research project 4 to 6 years. But yes, 24 hours should do for our purposes. Chirakis: very well... TBS is 24 hours. Chirakis: Thoughts, Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: I've done a TBS of several years before... Scott Coleridge: It's interesting how one's priorities and attention shifts when one goes from being the engineer or scientist to a command officer. Scott Coleridge: That's all Dacia Sandero: Yes. as did I. Did a 150 year TBS once Tarisa: hehe I remember that Chirakis: Other words from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  24. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis |19 April 2019 11 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.132 TBS is 23 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Science Officer Dran has discovered that Breen energy dampening weapons create subspace effects similar to the energy waves from the star that disabled our ships. After consulting Commander Jorahl at the shipyard, she is ready to report her findings to command. If evidence shows that the waves were—or can be—artificially made, there is a possibility that anyone could use them to attack a passing ship. If so, developing countermeasures is imperative.
  25. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 4/12/19 - 10:03 PM=/\= 10 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.131 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. Lt Dran is looking for a Breen energy dampening weapon. Science is dealing with a strange phenomenon regarding their laboratory alerts that appear in CnC. Dr Pavilion is raising the medical expertise of her Romulan staff. Security is at condition yellow. Everyone else is green. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Fletcher Jackson: ::Aux OPS::: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::Also in medical:: Chirakis: ::in her office going over the information left by the ambassador::: Alexis McFarland: ::in her room, asleep:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::in a cafe, doing some light reading:: Chirakis: ::throws up the map of asteroids and planetoids populated by groups out to get the Federation:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Napping with Alexis:: mimipavilion: ::finishes up her work and exit her office as well as medical:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: In some kind of office. learning what more paperwork means :: Tarisa: ::Sitting in her office, drinking tea while reading.:: Jylliene: ((lights dim across the station, as the power is drawn to light all the icons on Chirakis's map)) Chirakis: ::or perhaps the complete Joint Allied Powers::: Alexis McFarland: ::wraps her arm around Miana:: Chirakis: ((::headdesk:::)) Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs:: Chirakis: :::hones in on one particular asteroid::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up, mutters :: The lights? Scott Coleridge: ::catching up on reports:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::takes a sip from her mug:: Chirakis: ::makes a note::: Chirakis: ::there is something much too familiar about their configuration::: Scott Coleridge: A Breen energy-dampening weapon? Dacia Sandero: ::working with the Romulan doctors: Scott Coleridge: ::re-reads the request:: Huh. Chirakis: ::thorough scan of the other bases:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sets the empty mug down and takes a moment to people watch:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking along his patrol route, looking for engineering issues, and perhaps late for dinner :: Jylliene: ::::notes, returns to CnC:: mimipavilion: ::goes back to her quarters:: Alexis McFarland: Well, I suppose it is time to head back. ::looks at her chrono:: Dacia Sandero: ::bids the Romulan doctors a fond farewell and heads out of the Sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: Sometimes I miss being the one who gets to file off-the-wall requisition orders.... Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to her quarters:: Chirakis: :::blanks the screen, moving to her desk and begins to skim the ambassador's report::: Alexis McFarland: ::Opens her eyes from her nap:: Ah, I don't know why I felt so tired. Alexis McFarland: But that was a nice nap. mimipavilion: ::enters her quarters and makes a late dinner:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes the PADD and leaves his office, crossing over to Chirakis' office almost without looking up, as the CnC is more quiet at this hour:: Fletcher Jackson: ::slips over to OPS::: Scott Coleridge: ::rings the door chime:: Chirakis: ::without looking up::: Enter. Tarisa: Miana> ::Stretches.:: Jylliene: ::returns to Ops console, sees Jackson:: Alexis McFarland: Hey Miana.. had a nice nap? Fletcher Jackson: Oh. Hello, ma'am. Just.. helping out. ::back to Aux OPS::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters without looking up, still reading the PADD:: Did you know the energy wave phenomenon from that star is apparently closest to Bre… ”::looks up:: Oh, are you busy? I can... Chirakis: No.. please, Commander. :::puts the padd aside and waves him in::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking back down at her reading:: Jylliene: Quite all right. ::grins:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Your father here, are au eating? Chirakis: Closest to...? Annisha: :: Eating at her dining room table :: Annisha: +Nijil+ Mmmhmm. Scott Coleridge: Breen. Energy-dampening weapons, that is. According to Lt. Dran. Fletcher Jackson: Fresh donuts and coffee, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: ::holds up PADD:: She wants one. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Not Blubby's? Alexis McFarland: You feeling hungry? Maybe we can go down to Blubby's, Chirakis: ::blink:: Breen energy-dampening weapons? Jylliene: Sounds good. Jylliene: Do they have the filled doughnuts? Annisha: :: Slides a burger across the table :: +Nijil+ Uhm... Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at the mention of food.:: Yes! Fletcher Jackson: Coming right up. :::slips out of his seat, moving toward the concession stand:: They do... chocolate filled and it looks like... jelly? Scott Coleridge: Yes. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm. Let's go, then. ::slides out of her bed and into her hover chair next to the bed:: Fletcher Jackson: Covered with... uh... confectioners sugar, too. Jylliene: The jelly. Might as well pretend it is a fruit and provides something vaguely nutritious? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Right... :: grunts :: No fries, father out. Chirakis: ::steeples her fingers::: Explain. Jylliene: ::grins:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Helping Alexis. Then she hops on the back of the chair.:: Fletcher Jackson: Jelly coming up. And your kind of coffee. Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and powers on the chair and moves out of her room:: Jylliene: I cannot thank you enough. Annisha: :: grumbles :: Fletcher Jackson: :::bringing the coffee and donut to her with a lot of napkins... 'cause of the jelly and sugar that usually gets all over him::: Fletcher Jackson: Here ya go, ma'am. :::slips back into aux ops:: Tarisa: Miana> Wee Scott Coleridge: Apparently the energy-dampening weapons, according to records, create similar subspace effects as the energy wave from the star. Jylliene: Thank you again. mimipavilion: ::sits and eats as well as talks to Loxil:: Alexis McFarland: ::zooms down the corridor to the turbo lift:: Chirakis: ::nods:: Continue. Dacia Sandero: ::heads to a restaurant in the food court with some friends:: Scott Coleridge: Lt. Dran would like to use a weapon to simulate the conditions encountered by the Nei'rrh and the other ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Continues his walk :: Chirakis: ::after not much thought::: Where and how does she propose to do this? Scott Coleridge: That part is... unclear to me. Presumably not actually on the station. Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggles as she hangs on.:: Chirakis: Then perhaps we should call her in... Chirakis: +com+ Commander Kital, call Lt Dran to my office. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stashes her reading material back into her bag. Waves to the cafe staff and heads out:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Right away. Jylliene: +Dran+ Ops to Lieutenant Dran. Tae'Lynn Dran: +Ops+ Dran here. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Message to Jy+ I think we are both working late... Jylliene: +Dran+ Please report to Captain Chirakis's office. Tae'Lynn Dran: +Ops+ On my way. Jylliene: +Message to Nijil+ Yes. Alexis McFarland: ::exits the lift into the food court, and makes her way to Blubby's:: It's been so long... Chirakis: :::pondering that::: You do realize that the Breen weapon is classified. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps into the lift:: Annisha: :: Looks at her bag, marketing Blubby's Delivery :: Tarisa: Miana> Mmhm :;Notices a pointy eared lady as we zoom by.:: Scott Coleridge: Aren't all the good toys? Jylliene: ((Heh)) Scott Coleridge: Understanding this phenomenon could be important if we need to send ships back to that region. Chirakis: ::slight grin::: Unfortunately, yes. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps out of the TL onto the CnC:: Chirakis: And why, exactly, would we want to send ships back to that region? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::chimes the Captain's door:: Chirakis: Enter. Scott Coleridge: ::dryly:: Starfleet does still technically explore from time to time. Chirakis: No one is allowed in that area of the nebula, per Starfleet Command. Chirakis: ::stands::: Lt Dran, we have some questions for you. Scott Coleridge: ::has some thoughts on that but waits to hear what Dran has to say:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps into the office:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir. Alexis McFarland: ::orders a Blubby Burger and Fries:: Chirakis: Please. Sit. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sits:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets the same, plus a chocolate marshmallow shake.:: Chirakis: ...and tell us why exactly you want a Breen energy dampening weapon. How you would use it, and where you would use it ? Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, that. It is the closest known technology that matches the wave form encountered in the nebula. Alexis McFarland: Now where should we sit? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks down a rather dark and quiet corridor. Nijil spied a soft white glow around the corner :: Chirakis: And where would you find one? Tae'Lynn Dran: I have been testing biological samples against exposure to radiation found there as well. Chirakis: ::leaning against her desk, thinking:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Points to an empty table Alexis can easily get to.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::trying to word this right:: If I knew that I would already have it. ::fails:: Alexis McFarland: ::Nods:: Let's go there. Fletcher Jackson: ::humming a tune as he shifts this ship here and another one there::: Chirakis: I see. Chirakis: Have you ever used one? Chirakis: Meaning... Chirakis: Are you familiar with its complex construction, and would you be able to power it down if necessary? Tae'Lynn Dran: I don't actually need the entire weapon assembly. That would probably black out half the station. Tarisa: Miana> ::Has a seat.:: Alexis McFarland: ::pulls her chair at the table, which is a good height for her in her chair:: Chirakis: ::has a sudden thought, glances to Scott, then back to Dran:: Step outside for a moment, Lieutenant. Tae'Lynn Dran: If I had access to some of the classified documents on its base line technology or access to someone with that knowledge.... yes sir. Dacia Sandero: ::enjoying the idle chit chat with her friends, eating a nice seafood dish in the restaurant overlooking the station's dock:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The engineer walked toward the dim light peering around the corner :: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::stands:: Scott Coleridge: ::sees the "I have had a sudden thought" expression flash across Chirakis' face:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps out the door:: Chirakis: ::seals the door::: Chirakis: Commander.. you did have a point, and it passed by me completely. Alexis McFarland: ::eats her Blubby burger:: Mm, yummy. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks out his window again :: Jylliene: ::glances toward Chirakis's door:: Scott Coleridge: Oh? Chirakis: If those waves were artificially made, there is a possibility that they exist in other areas of space, and that they could easily be used to attack any ship passing by. Tarisa: Miana> ::Starts eating. Squeals in glee as she takes a bite of burger.:: Chirakis: For that reason, and that reason only, I will tell you that there is one close by. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles and drinks her strawberry shake:: Chirakis: However... what is Lt Dran's clearance? Scott Coleridge: Not high enough to have access to an energy-dampening weapon or the associated files without your authorization. Chirakis: :::moves to her desk and pulls it up::: Chirakis: ...without my authorization. ::ponders:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: All the while, he was considering his experience attempting a rescue of his daughter. :: Scott Coleridge: Whether or not the waves are artificial, I'd also point out that if *we* don't develop countermeasures but someone else does, they could hide out in that region with impunity. Jylliene: ((I totally thought you were opening a secret compartment to pull out a weapon.)) Scott Coleridge: ((Chirakis is the type of person who likes to keep her weapons on open display)) Chirakis: ::deep breath:: Indeed they would. Chirakis: Commander Jorahl has one hidden in the shipyard. I can send her there, but he would be the only one to touch it, use it, or disable it. Chirakis: And I would have to ask him before I do. Scott Coleridge: Why am I not surprised that Jorahl has one? Jylliene: ((well, if it wasn't gonna be Chirakis who had one, that'd be who...)) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees movement :: Jolan tru? Chirakis: That is why Starfleet called him The Reaper. Chirakis: So.. shall we pursue this avenue? Scott Coleridge: ::muses:: Lt. Dran has yet to meet our former chief engineer. Chirakis: Indeed. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::feeling uncomfortable waiting by the door:: Fletcher Jackson: ::trying very hard to not look at Dran::: Scott Coleridge: The scientific principles are sound. I'm in favour of letting her cut her teeth on this project. It could lead to some interesting avenues, both theoretically and practically. Scott Coleridge: I mean, it's not like she asked for Borg technology like *some people* have.... ::whistles innocently:: Chirakis: ::quirks a brow and decides to let it pass::: Chirakis: Very well. I will contact Commander Jorahl, and if he agrees, we will send the Lieutenant over. Alexis McFarland: ::makes small girl talk with Miana as she enjoys her food:: Scott Coleridge: ((Spending so much time in his office doing paperwork makes Scott sassy)) Chirakis: ::unlocks the door and it opens:: Lt Dran. ::motions her in::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Giggling.:: Chirakis: ( I noticed that) Tae'Lynn Dran: ::sigh of relief. Reenters:: Chirakis: ::after the door slides shut::: Lieutenant, we are considering your request, will look into the matter, and inform you of the consequences. Tae'Lynn Dran: Thank you. May I stress one point about my research? Chirakis: You may. mimipavilion: ::finishes her meal:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sees some figure at the end of the hall, female, but of an unknown species :: Greetings Nijil.... :: Nijil falls unconscious to the floor, his scanner slides across the carpet :: Alexis McFarland: ::giggles as well:: Tae'Lynn Dran: The radiation those that entered the nebula experienced. They all should be dead. This currently is my only lead in why they are alive. Chirakis: :::ponders that:: Understood. Chirakis: Anything to say, Commander? ::turns to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Very well. Lieutenant, you are dismissed. We will inform you of the results of our query. Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes sir.::turns on her heels and heads back out:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Well.... interesting turn of events. Chirakis: I'm going to make TBS to 1 pm - 1300. Chirakis: Thoughts, Scott? Chirakis: So... any words of wisdom, Scott? Scott Coleridge: Seldom do I ever have wisdom. Scott Coleridge: And also no unwise words. Chirakis: ::nod::: Thoughts from the crew? Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.