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  1. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 22 November 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. For the moment, Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Hopefully it will stay that way for a while. Science and engineering are working on systems that will prevent a virus from suddenly attacking more crucial areas of the station. Captain Chirakis is consulting with Admiral Solokov and Captain Raza of SI-6 regarding the Alien Alliance and the possibility that they are testing the waters.
  2. As the 25th season begins, Aegis finds itself preparing for war. With the disappearance of the Breen, freedom has come to those who were held captive as slaves for several generations. They began to explore new worlds, many of which were in Joint Allied Space. Some settled peacefully and were welcomed inside and outside of Joint Allied Space. Others that preferred dominance over peaceful existence formed the Alien Alliance that used a nebula string to move freely into and out of Joint Allied Space. The Federation and Joint Allied Powers soon realized the aliens' thirst for conquest and began to prepare for war. As Captain Kelley of USS Iowa explained, "The Alien Alliance is not only establishing itself throughout the nebula string, they’re taking over planetoids and large asteroids in strategic positions and forming a cordon around the Joint Allied Powers. Intel on their ships and armaments, most of which were stolen, is unbelievable. If they bring us to war, Kirel? It’ll make every other war look like a party… and Aegis will be in the center.”
  3. Puzzle Pieces Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant [the virus] on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. ~Commander Scott Coleridge Aside from a thoughtful sigh, the captain's office was silent as she, Admiral Solokov, and Captain Raza considered possible containment strategies. The likelihood of an attack on Aegis space or the station itself seemed to be growing bit by bit, piece by piece, a few things here, a few things there, distractions that could suddenly lead to a serious threat. Like the raptors of ancient earth, the Alien Alliance seemed to be distracting from the front, gaining their attention, and then attacking from both sides. Thank Kahless for Jorahl's exceptional defense grid, thought Kirel as she studied Raza and Solokov’s expressions, onscreen from Rendezvous October. "What incidents do we have so far, Captain?" The admiral's question broke the silence. After a deep breath, Kirel flipped open her slate. “So far we have several, Admiral. Our most recent is fairly minor: the discovery of building materials left in the unfinished area of the station. Security pinned down a man called Crow, the radical leader of a cartel. How he intended to use these materials is still unknown, but they have been confiscated.” “Ah… and the small, apparently smelly alien species that assisted has been given asylum, correct?” “Yes, Admiral. We have no way to return them safely to their home world.” Kirel glanced questioningly to SI-6 Director Raza, who waved her on. “Next, I believe that you are familiar with the latest alien ship that attempted to attack Aegis?” “Yes. Captain d’Ka informed us. Quite a ship, as I understand. Delta-wing, black stealth hull. Interesting configuration. Apparently it will take quite a while for them to decipher the codes, identify the composition of the hull, and analyze their method of travel, not to mention why they sent an inexperienced crew directly into an attack zone.” “Expendable, Admiral.” Kirel paused as Solokov sighed and hung his head. “Missouri’s physicians have yet to determine the species. I tend to believe that they are similar to the gremlins: naive, innocent, and believing everything they were told.” “Humanoid species?” “No, Admiral... which leads to another mystery. When the ship docked at An-Ward, the species that unceremoniously kicked the presumed drunkard, Commander Cayne, out the door and into the sand was definitely humanoid, similar to terrans.” Raza’s hand went up as he leaned forward, his lips pursed in thought. “Kirel, wasn’t that ship able to beam through cloaks?” “It was, and it is probably still able to do so. However,” Kirel continued, holding up a hand to the inevitable question, and knowing that she would have to choose her words carefully. “Captain d’Ka is aware and has… ways of preventing such things… as well as other things that might pose a danger to his ship, his crew, Aegis, or anyone else in the area.” “And that is why they took the alien ship aboard Missouri and why they are in high orbit?” “Indeed.” “Very well, Captain. Continue.” The slate scrolled down to the very first incident. “Significant glitches in several areas of Aegis. They hit random areas of the station and came to a screeching halt, as some call it. The first was a red alert klaxon that locked all doors, essentially holding the entire station hostage. “Then the replicators decided to play chef,” She looked up. “Not my wording, but appropriate. After 38 hours of chasing shadows —again not my words—Starfleet Command sent Commander Eli Drexler with 30 plus engineers to assist. His words were, Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game. “Eventually, engineering and science collaborated to disarm the virus. Taking that into account, I am inclined to agree with Commander Coleridge, that we conquered the virus too easily and that there is more to this than meets the eye.” Solokov leaned back, stroking his chin for a moment before asking, “Testing the waters?” “Anything is possible, Admiral. Eventually we will find out.”
  4. Aegis Mission Brief 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Science and engineering work on preventing a recurrence of the virus. USS Missouri is examining pieces of the destroyed delta-wing alien ship. They have not been able to determine the hull's composition or decipher the alien technology. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Johnson Kenyon: ::in Main Engineering, going over reports:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay, checking files:: Chirakis: :::in her office, pondering many things, especially the alien ship::: Tae'Lynn Dran: :::CnC Science station doing paperwork:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way on the station today took everything he got, taking a break from all his worries... just would not happen today ":: Chirakis: :::she puts the thoughts aside and exits her office to relax into a new day... at least she hopes it will be a relaxing day::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He exited the lift onto the engineering deck. In reality, there were several engineering hubs throughout the station. :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and sees more engineers coming into engineering:: Chirakis: ::: wandering through CnC, stopping for idle chat or to answer questions, noting that there are a few personnel who are fairly new::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The dream again occurred last night. Each one of them not a nightmare :: Jylliene: ::checking a few lists:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: On the CnC scanning the sector :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mister Kenyon, what's our status? Chirakis: ::: she stops next to Cayne and checks the tactical screen::: Anything we should be concerned about, Commander? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in engineering looking around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and stands at Nijil's presence:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters engineering:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Points to a part of the sector, then sighs :: Not yet. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Sir, I have been passing out engineering assignments. it's fairly quiet and mostly back to normal. Nijil tr'Korjata: (I would think standing in my presence help one's career) Chirakis: :::somewhat relaxed, speaking quietly:: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: Normal is welcome and scary. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: How did you want to carry out Commander Coleridge's directive to harden our defenses against the virus? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Messages Jylliene: Chicken or fish? :: Chirakis: ::continues to watch the tactical screen in a relaxed manner:: Commander, you remember our discussion regarding the alien ship on An-Ward? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Eng :: I've installed the latest updates and have increased the system scanning. If the optimizations are in place we should not notice any responsiveness degradation. Jylliene: ::messages Nijil - 'neither really sounds good right now. Something vegetable?':: Scott Coleridge: ::inadvertently sneaks up behind Kenyon as he was saying that:: Excellent question. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes, the wide-wing vessel. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Jy: Space cabbage? :: Chirakis: ::she nods:: And you recall that it mysteriously disappeared from the nebulae ::rhetorical question::: Nijil tr'Korjata: ::Messages to Doctor Sandero: had the dream again, not unpleasant :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: I was thinking we should install some hardware firewalls that prevent rapidly acting commands to move through quickly Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The records show that yes. Chirakis: What the records will never show is that the remnants are in the third level of Missouri's hangar bay. Missouri's engineers are piecing it back together. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We may need to sandbox some aspects of the system, prevent them from spreading. I've also implemented an experiment to run the station's systems in a simulator to anticipate problems. Chirakis: At least they are trying to. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Really? Do we want any of our own people on it? Dacia Sandero: ::hears a ping:: That's interesting. Want me to schedule another appointment with Dr. Davis? At least it wasn't bad or anything. ::sends message:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: the only problem with those hardware options is that they have to slow down the system Jylliene: ::Nijil - 'Cabbage would be too strong. Something milder.':: Nijil tr'Korjata: +msg to Sandero+ They are never bad dreams, but I'll hold off for a bit. Scones are too tempting as well. Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: ::noticing he seemed distracted:: You having another conversation, Chief? Dacia Sandero: +Msg+ All right, let me know if they persist and stuff Chirakis: No, Commander. It is all classified. None of the ship is identifiable. The construction is completely alien and difficult to determine its composition. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: msg to Jy: root vegetables then. Scott Coleridge: ::listens to Kenyon and Nijil's conversation, but isn't really there to talk about the new security measures:: Scott Coleridge: ::waits patiently for Nijil to finish up what he's currently doing so he can have a word:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: I think anything we implement result in some slowdown. Jylliene: ::Nijil:: - 'Yes.':: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head around and notices Commander Coleridge:: Sir? Nijil tr'Korjata: At the very least the system should alert us sooner. I'll also dedicate willing engineers to watch only the data flows. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Once we figure out the systems and how they work together it will no longer be alien to us. Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Probably a fair bit easier than assimilating into a culture to gather intel. Chirakis: *If* we ever figure out the systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: Captain. My daughter running the station yet? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at a strange message from him to him. Does not remember writing it :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What can I do for you, sir? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: I'm here to speak to Commander Korjata, but while I'm waiting, how have the new engineers been settling in? Johnson Kenyon: The 30 or so from Star Fleet? Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: I haven't seen them much, but I have reviewed their reports. They are doing well. Chirakis: ::decides to leave out the part about the non-humanoid aliens who must have been forced into a kamikaze attack on Aegis.... which did not succeed::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Guess I won't be infiltrating that ship then. Scott Coleridge: Good. I know that a sudden influx of personnel can sometimes be more disruptive than helpful. Chirakis: I would venture to say that no one will... unless the aliens have another similar ship "in the barn" as the terrans say. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Well, they did change some things that would have caused us problems.... I think we were just so tired their changes were welcomed Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks to Coleridge :: Au wished to have a word with me? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: That's a piece of information we don't have...their numbers. Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil:: Indeed. I just wanted to check in with you about the new engineers. Anything I need to know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: As you know, I infiltrated Cardassian ranks back in the day, but I'd not blend in well in theirs Nijil tr'Korjata: They seem very run of the mill, as the saying goes. The background checks were fine, They are competent, take orders, polite.. Chirakis: Indeed. And yet you make a very good drunkard ::tosses him a slight smile::: Johnson Kenyon: ::steps away to allow the Commanders to talk:: Chirakis: In any event, I have informed our superiors of the situation and they are following it. Nijil tr'Korjata: They have been in teams of their own, not mixing with ours just yet. Do au have concerns I should observe? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: One thing I was thinking about the other night is how easy it may be for them to infiltrate us. Scott Coleridge: Not as such. I just want to make sure they're more help than hindrance at this critical juncture. Scott Coleridge: Do you need any other resources right now to help with preventing more glitches? Nijil tr'Korjata: Engineering is tricky. Too little and things get out of control...too many and things get out of control. Nijil tr'Korjata: The new protocols will take some time to learn our system, so I'm limiting the processing for a bit. Let me know if au need more. Chirakis: That is always a threat, Commander. Lt Garand is aware. Security is doubled. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Scott Coleridge: Between you and me…. Chirakis: :::watching Jylliene overwork herself at OPS with so many ships coming and going, she moves on::: Scott Coleridge: I'm emphasizing the new security push because I think that we beat this virus a little too easily. Jylliene: ::more lists:: Chirakis: :::stops next to her, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought::: Johnson Kenyon: ::at a new station, checking through the work load:: Nijil tr'Korjata: We got a cold when we could have gotten a flu Scott Coleridge: Someone went to a lot of trouble to design and plant it on Aegis. And we find it and fix the problem without more than a few sleepless nights and some replicator malfunctions? ::shakes his head:: There's something else, another piece to this puzzle that we haven't spotted yet. Nijil tr'Korjata: If we continue with the metaphor. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Yes and I am watching each of them. No doubt the civilians have noticed. Not that they thought the replicators were out to get them. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last report:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::Looking over next series of tests and finds they are running low on samples to test:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I plan to change the shift rotations as well, so since we have more people we don't need so long a shift. Rest is important. Chirakis: Should I call in assistance, Commander Kital? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::making a note to rummage around the shops for anything interesting the locals have found:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at Kital :: Jylliene: ::Shakes head:: Not necessary at the moment, ma'am. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thought that Nijil fellow was a lucky man :: Jylliene: But I'll keep you informed. Nijil tr'Korjata: On that note, is your replicator functioning? Chirakis: ::nods::: Very well. Scott Coleridge: Keep me apprised of those changes. Jylliene: Thank you, ma'am. Scott Coleridge: It still doesn't make a proper Andorian split omelette, but that's normal, so I suppose I have to call it functioning. Chirakis: :::not wanting to return to her office and possibly be accosted by Starfleet Command, she takes her place on the command chair and pulls up the information from there:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Notices Chirakis sitting in the chair, the least used cushion on all the station :: Nijil tr'Korjata: I will put our top people on that Captain. Chirakis: :::but she can't shake the idea that the aliens must have forced others to make a kamikaze charge on Aegis and lost their lives because of it::: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Scott Coleridge: ((Was that directed to me, Nijil?)) Chirakis: (You have been promoted, Scott. Take my place and I can relax.) Nijil tr'Korjata: (ie) Dacia Sandero: (yay) Scott Coleridge: ((Now I'm the one having nightmares.)) Chirakis: ((And I am not ::grin:: )) Scott Coleridge: ::Nijil, dryly:: Appreciate it. You have no idea how much I'm craving a good Andorian split omelette. There's a restaurant that almost gets it right, but they add too much mucus. Scott Coleridge: I'll let you get back to work now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh. :: recoils a bit :: Chirakis: ::paging through information, finding the command chair somewhat relaxing, and better than her sequestered office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nijil forgets things) Jylliene: ::glances up at the big screen, then back down to her console, updates a few more items:: Johnson Kenyon: ::continues reading through reports:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Scott Coleridge: ::leaves engineering:: mimipavilion: ::trying to get things organized and such:: Johnson Kenyon: ::typing responses to reports and giving further direction:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, crew. Chirakis: TBS will be 2 hours. Chirakis: Comments from you, Commander Coleridge - other than you don't want to be captain. 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.
  5. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 15 November 2019 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 17 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. In their attempt to disable the virus that has been sending glitches throughout the station, Science and Engineering have been testing several avenues. How the virus worked its way into Aegis’s systems, what initiated the virus, and its purpose have yet to be determined. Commander Coleridge has suggested that they should turn their attention to prevention instead of cure, to harden non-essential systems against further intrusion. USS Missouri is in orbit. Its level 3 hangar bay contains the remnants of the massive, black, delta-winged alien ship with highly advanced technology that had been slipping silently through the nebular string. Its original complement was replaced with a small group that was killed when USS Missouri and RSE Praetor attacked them in defense of Aegis.
  6. A Gathering Storm Captain Chirakis Captain d’Ka Aboard USS Missouri 1600 hours Aegis Local Captains d’Ka and Chirakis stood in the third level hangar deck of USS Missouri watching engineers in protective gear pick through pieces of what looked like a jigsaw puzzle. Chunks and fragments of the massive, black, delta-winged alien ship that had been slipping silently through the nebular string filled the deck from one end of the bay to the other. Exterior and interior sections of the hull, shattered propulsion systems, twisted decking, and various other parts bore the stench of dead bodies. The captains maintained a considerable distance from the wreckage to ensure their own health. The alien ship had been in USS Missouri's crosshairs for several weeks. As expected, the aliens' wide broadcast of "join us or die" eventually stopped, the ship turned sharply, and shot directly toward Aegis. USS Missouri and RSE Praetor were waiting. The alien ship was decimated in less than an hour. "Composition of the hull?" Kirel continued their conversation as her eyes swept over the equipment that was strewn across the deck. "That has yet to be determined," d'Ka replied thoughtfully. "It gives credence to the word alien" He paused, then turned to face her and whispered in exasperation. "Kh’éile, even I have not seen a ship the likes of this, with such size and indeterminable composition. Not even on Sindar." "Three times the size of our Akiras, I understand," she mused as she pushed past his thoughts to focus on her own concerns. "Its complement?" "A mere twenty seven, species unknown. Doctor Azar's medical team is examining the few remains we found floating among the debris. So far the doctor does not believe that they are humanoid. We have determined is that their technology is well beyond ours. And before you ask, we have no idea why or how they succumbed to our trap." “Purposeful, perhaps?” “Or ignorant of our abilities, which I doubt. I understand that you first encountered that ship on An-Ward. Commander Cayne used his expertise to get aboard, and he planted a tracking device, but the device did not work. And they were able to transport through cloaks?” “Indeed they did,” Kirel replied, still watching the engineers and wondering what they would find. D’Ka pondered that for a few minutes, then his brow furrowed. “Kh’éile, were the aliens on the An-Ward ship strangely configured?” “No. They were humanoids. Highly advanced and intelligent.”
  7. Viral Exhaustion After a grueling 38 hours of dealing with false red alerts and lockdowns, replicators that served coffee without end, false emergency medical calls, and countless other glitches that seemed to multiply exponentially, Captain Chirakis and the crew yielded to the expertise of 30 plus engineers sent from Starfleet to relieve them. After an hour of debriefing, the crew of Aegis dragged themselves to their quarters for a long-awaited rest. At 0500 the next day the captain stepped off the lift and gave her usual pause for assessment. Not surprisingly, a cadre of engineers was checking various areas of Command and Control, and one engineer in particular caught her attention. Commander Eli Drexler, commanding officer of Starfleet Command’s special operations engineers, hovered over a console, tricorder in hand, working with the lieutenant next to him. Captain Chirakis would not have given the engineers a second glance except that their uniforms were a deep blue, their shoulders bore the insignia of Starfleet Command, and clasped on Commander Drexler’s collar was the gold insignia of Starfleet Command. As soon as her presence was noticed, the overzealous Officer of the Watch came to attention with, “Captain on deck!” His call brought CnC to a screeching halt until Kirel casually responded, “As you were.” Drexler turned with the others, stopped working and responded with a crooked grin as the captain approached. “Commander Drexler,” she said, her hand outstretched in greeting. “I knew Starfleet was sending engineers, but I had no idea that Starfleet Command was in the mix.” “Jolan’tru, Riov,” he said, stepping aside to take hold of her forearm as if he were Rihannsu, which he definitely was not. Fair skin, blond hair cropped to regulation, and a sturdy muscular build betrayed his full Terran ancestry. Of course, his crooked smile helped. “Your Rihan is improving, Commander… if only slightly,” she quipped with a glance at the console he had been checking. “Have you found anything new regarding the glitches?” Drexler sighed, shifting his weight to nod toward the console. “Unfortunately, not much more than your officers have found. You wanted to know why they sent Command? Well, there’s more to this situation than meets the eye… but I’m sure you already know that.” “Indeed we do, Commander. If you have a moment, we can discuss this in my office.” “Yes, ma’am. Jim, take over,” he said, passing the tricorder to the lieutenant. “See if you can pinpoint and trace that last red alert.” “Aye, sir,” he responded as the office door closed behind them. “We are still dealing with red alerts?” asked Kirel as she waved him into a chair. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied as his eyes swept the office. “We’ve been able to mute the false klaxons, but the false lights still engage. In a real emergency, the klaxons will sound.” “Excellent, Commander. Coffee?” “Probably a good idea, ma’am. It’s been an… interesting night.” “More interesting than our first 38 hours?” She asked, handing him a cup of coffee then pouring one for herself. “Not sure, ma’am. If you tell me what you’ve experienced so far, maybe we can put two and two together and get more than… one and a half?” The coffee seemed to console him as he settled on the couch. “And it would be helpful if you could toss me what your engineering team suspects... or whatever ideas they have, no matter how bizarre they sound.” “What do they suspect?” Kirel mused as she relaxed in her office chair. “Several things, one of which is that the origin, or the source of the glitches is somewhere on the station. “Commander Coleridge suggested that the virus could be a red herring or a smaller part of a larger offensive such as getting physical access to our systems and bypassing security. “Another? The virus is a programming virus, and someone could have planted a device on an unsuspecting individual and brought it into our systems. Or someone could have used the material as a vector for smuggling the virus into the station to avoid our security checks. “In any event, security is searching for suspicious activity that began in the past few days. They are targeting potentially vulnerable access points. "Should I go on?" "No, ma'am. That's pretty much what we've decided. So far, anyway. Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and bam, it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. It moves to some other area or morphs into a different glitch altogether. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game.” Kirel put her coffee aside and relaxed in her chair, mulling that over. “Captain,” Drexel continued thoughtfully, “has anyone outside the station reported glitches like this? Or anything similar?” “Not to my knowledge. However, I will investigate the possibility. USS Calgary has been working with us to rectify the problem on station. However, USS Missouri is due to replace them today. I will certainly ask.” “Good. Good,” he replied wearily, relaxing into the deep leather of the couch. “Is your billeting acceptable?" asked Kirel, noting his weary condition. "Oh, it's fine, ma’am. In fact, it's better than we expected, new station and all. Can't wait to test the bunks. Brand new?" "Indeed they are. And you will be able to make use of them within the next hour. Which reminds me that I am expecting a conference call in a few minutes. However, before you go, pass the word to your crew that all restaurants and bistros on the commerce deck are available and will be expecting them. As you are aware, the replicators are fickle. Among other things, they have a tendency to interpret steak as gagh.”
  8. =/\= Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019 =/\= 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and engineering are collaborating to trap the virus that caused glitches throughout the station. USS Missouri is en route to replace USS Calgary as a visible presence. Otherwise, everything has been quiet. Perhaps too quiet. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in her quarters, mourning:: Chirakis: ::in her office, CnC, catching up on work and trying to evade a certain admiral who has decided that she is the ruler of the universe::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::Ops:: Alexis McFarland: ::in her swanky new room with Miana and probably Annisha:: Scott Coleridge: ::finishing up a report:: Chirakis: ::then a dispatch catches her attention and instead of breezing through it, she reads it thoroughly::: Chirakis: ::considers that a moment, then exits her office::: Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Anything new, Commander? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: At his station on the CnC :: Chirakis: ::nods to Cayne::: Jylliene: No. It's creepily quiet. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looking over the network logs :: Chirakis: Creepily? Explain, Commander. I am ignorant of that Terran word. Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis with suspicion :: Why do au get a place like this? Tarisa: ::Looks over at Nijil.:: According to the simulation, these will be next likely targeted systems. Alexis McFarland: Hmm? My parents are diplomats... like Miana's ::Smiles:: Tarisa: All minor subsystems... Nijil tr'Korjata: If it is what is called a virus, then it should spread to whatever systems it can. The big issue is it goes dormant in places we are not aware Jylliene: Eerily? It's quiet. It would be very nice in general, except that it's so unusual that it just leaves one waiting for whatever they feel must be coming. Nijil tr'Korjata: A system as large as ours has to set priorities of what to scan for anomalies. It's a balance of resources and time. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: This seems to me to be a decoy of sorts, keeping us distracted enough from another target. Chirakis: Ah. Agreed. Very quiet. However, I prefer not to "jinx" the situation. Jylliene: Oh, I don't wish to either. Jylliene: ::sees incoming:: Jylliene: Missouri inbound, ma'am. Chirakis: :::turns to Cayne::: Anything important, Commander? Alexis McFarland: Mr. Moht>. ::brings in an uttaberry pie, cut in six pieces with some ice cream and fresh uttaberries on top. Sets it on her table and nods and leaves:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: There is relatively nothing on short or long range sensors, which I worry about. Chirakis: ::turns to Jylliene:: Thank you, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::tends to things in Sickbay, hoping Mimi is doing okay:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at the pie.:: Oooo. Thank you Mr. Tall Man. Jylliene: ::sends approach vector to Missouri for their requested high orbit:: Chirakis: ::tension seems to be higher than usual::: Jylliene: ::and then displays the vector and projected orbit on the big screen:: Chirakis: ::catches Missouri's orbit onscreen:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: I am a bit on edge, and it's not the coffee... :: drinks his coffee :: Alexis McFarland: Mmm. Yay. It's fresh, from Betazed and not replicated. Chirakis: ::moves on to Commander Coleridge::: Commander Coleridge, anything of note... besides reports? Annisha: Well my parents are.... Hmm Tarisa: Miana> How did it stay warm all the way from betazed? Chirakis: ::glance to Cayne, becoming concerned about the situational responses::: Alexis McFarland: Not the pie ::giggles:: the pie was just made now. I meant the berries. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not so far. I was about to go check on how engineering and science are doing. Alexis McFarland: They work on the station like Dacia does Chirakis: Excellent. Before you leave, however, I received an interesting report. ::Hands him her slate::: Tarisa: Miana> Oooo Chirakis: Interesting that they would suddenly disappear. Alexis McFarland: Yeah, ooh. Chirakis: A changing tide, perhaps? Alexis McFarland: ::takes a bite of her slice of pie:: Mmm, yummy. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: yawns :: I have not slept well Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Perhaps. Chirakis: Let us hope so. mimipavilion: ::trying to keep herself distracted by going over non-condolences messages:: Scott Coleridge: ::hands back the PADD:: I'll see what the brains are up to Nijil tr'Korjata: How long will the simulation run Tarisa? Jylliene: ::sees Missouri has now settled into the orbit:: Chirakis: ::takes the slate and nods::: Scott Coleridge: ::enters TL:: Science. Jylliene: Captain, Calgary is ready to disembark. Nijil tr'Korjata: A heck of a time for dreams :: thinks out loud idly :: Tarisa: The simulation has ran about 150 times now. At a rate of around 30 per hour. Chirakis: Noted, Commander. Jylliene: ::sends the departure vector and the okay to disembark:: Chirakis: Clear the corridor for their exit. Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me know of any changes. I need to head to medical/ Jylliene: Yes ma'am Chirakis: 10:30 Jylliene: ::double-checks the corridor:: Chirakis: ::begins her normal pace around CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I am heading to medical. I need to get my sleep aligned. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::Helping with some patients:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Good idea. Scott Coleridge: ::enters science:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and heads to sickbay :: Annisha: I should ask the Captain if a suite is available... Alexis McFarland: Keeheehee... Maybe you can be our neighbour too Scott Coleridge: ::passes Nijil, looks over at Tarisa:: Just missed him. Any updates? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the lift :: Main sickbay Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: If you would like to see the results. ::Points to the console.:: 150...make that 151 simulations have went by. This "virus" has only managed to target subsystems to distract the simulated engineering teams. Scott Coleridge: ::joins her at the console:: So you think there's something else going on? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets off the lift and heads to sickbay :: Dacia Sandero: ::hears someone come in:: Yes, hello? Tarisa: It has never spread to critical systems, which has us stumped. As Chief Korjata has mentioned, viruses are supposed to spread regardless of system. Dacia Sandero: Ahh hello. ::sees Nijil:: How you doing? Can I help you? Tarisa: But the virus is methodical in its targets. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ah ie, I have had sleeping issues since this incident with the replication system Nijil tr'Korjata: Plus the dreams are back. :: sits on a bio bed :: Dacia Sandero: Ahh... that doesn't surprise me. Have a seat ::gestures to a bio bed:: Scott Coleridge: Well, a virus can be tailored for specific goals. Scott Coleridge: If this virus is discriminatory, then perhaps its purpose is distraction. Scott Coleridge: But what would it be distracting us from? Surely its creators would expect us to discover it in short order. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: to Jylliene :: What ships are scheduled to dock today Commander? Chirakis: :::continues her pace::: Dacia Sandero: You're having dreams again, eh? The same ones as before? ::waves a tricorder around him:: Tarisa: That I agree with. How we go from here, I'm afraid I do not have an idea. Dacia Sandero: ::thoroughly checks him over as well as brain waves and such:: Chirakis: :::stops next to Cayne:: Scott Coleridge: The new engineers have everything well in hand, and our existing complement should be rested now. Scott Coleridge: Perhaps we should turn our attention to prevention instead of cure, try to harden our systems against further intrusion. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie. I'm in that civilization again, some species I don't recognize...and I'm one of them and... :: face flushed :: Jylliene: We have one freighter coming in, the Valryn. ::to Cayne:: Jylliene: The changeover between the Calgary and the Missouri is complete, and the Missouri is in their requested orbit. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, Valryn... sounds familiar, but as I get older everything sounds familiar...and distant Annisha: Maybe, but I have grown to like my place. :: To Alexis :: Dacia Sandero: I see. Just milling around, or doing anything? Hm, I'll see if I can book you an appointment with Dr. Davis about those dreams. She's much more qualified in that than I am. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: It is a nice place.. I like to visit your place. Plus, you can always come up and visit whenever. My parents won't mind. Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe. It's a bit embarrassing, perhaps I can get a meaning from Davis Chirakis: ::waiting for Cayne's attention:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. Dacia Sandero: Yes, she'd be able to decipher them more than I could. But, it looks like a lot of these issues seem to be down to the stress and anxiety from everything that happened... I might even suggest PTSD. I can give you some medication to help you sleep more soundly. Chirakis: (w) Commander, do you recall the large delta-wing ship that landed on An-Ward? Scott Coleridge: Let's come up with some ideas for hardening these non-essential systems the virus seems to be targeting. Dacia Sandero: Physically though, you seem to be fine other than fatigue. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Vaguely. Let me pull the records up. Dacia Sandero: I'd recommend you try to take it easy for awhile, especially since things are pretty quiet now. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks at it :: I remember it. New intel? Chirakis: (w) You went aboard, pretending to be drunk. ::slight grin:: Perhaps new intel. It has mysteriously disappeared. Nijil tr'Korjata: With the dreams... is there anything to enhance them or remember them better? I always feel I'm just this far :: gestures with finger and thumb :: away from knowing more. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hmm, the same ship I presume. It remained easy to track for so long. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I will have my team work on it. mimipavilion: ::stops and takes a break:: Chirakis: (w) Indeed. It transported through cloaks, among other things. I doubt that it has entirely disappeared, but Command believes it has. Chirakis: (w) Keep an eye out for anything that resembles it. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Great. Bet they have adaptations we don't know about. Chirakis: I would not be surprised. Dacia Sandero: Yes, there are ways to that yes. You can try to get a lucid dream where you're in control.. try to reason out the dream and imagine you;re free from your body. If you can be self aware that you're dreaming, you might be able to control what's going on. Dacia Sandero: I kind of only had mixed success myself in that though, but I think if you keep at it, it may work? Nijil tr'Korjata: The dream is often just that like I am another person. Dacia Sandero: Not doing anything in particular? Just in someone's body? Nijil tr'Korjata: Not really, mostly in the same place.. a lab or someone's home. Chirakis: :::moves off and takes the command chair:: Dacia Sandero: Just living out their lives? Like some of reality holo-vision show? ::jots down some notes in her PADD to share with Dr. Davis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Tries to grab any logs regarding the disappearance of the ship :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Just one, err, person Dacia Sandero: The same person? Scott Coleridge: ::Tarisa:: Good, send me some ideas when you have them. I'm going to look in on engineering next. Scott Coleridge: Great idea with those simulations, by the way. Chirakis: ::contemplating many things::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie.. a... a woman. It should not be embarrassing, but it is for some reason. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: hides his face for a moment, mostly from feeling out of time, but a bit from the revelation :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: sighs :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Things are strangely quiet, are they not? Interesting things happening. Chirakis: TBS will be to the next morning, 0700 ( 7 am ) Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, Comments? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Sometimes when things are quiet, it means people are re-evaluating Scott Coleridge: Which makes them less predictable Chirakis: Indeed Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Very well... Nijil tr'Korjata: Nothing here Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  9. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 8 November 2019 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 pm) Aegis Local. Science and engineering are collaborating to trap the virus that caused glitches throughout the station. USS Missouri will dock soon, replacing USS Calgary. Otherwise, everything has been quiet. Perhaps too quiet.
  10. Mission Brief - 1 November 2019 27 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 14 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineers from Starfleet Command are working beside Aegis engineers. They are searching for the origin of the glitches. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Jylliene: ::CnC, Ops:: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Johnson Kenyon: ::rushing out of his quarters:: Scott Coleridge: ::has just arrived on CnC, looking more rested:: Chirakis: ::in her office, reading the latest dispatch::: Jylliene: ::nods to Coleridge:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods back:: Good morning. Scott Coleridge: It *is* morning, right? Chirakis: ::her mood turns somber::: Jylliene: It is. Alexis McFarland: ::in their new quarters in the diplomatic suites, watching the yeomen and Mr. Moht carry their stuff into their quarters:: Scott Coleridge: How have the systems fared over the night? Johnson Kenyon: ::getting into the TL:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::reviewing experiment status in life science lab:: Chirakis: ::she moves to a secure drawer, opens it, and retrieves two items::: Jylliene: All seems well. Reports from the last shift are that things went smoothly. Tarisa: ::Is feeling refreshed after a nice long sleep:: Chirakis: +Jylliene+ Commander Coleridge to my office. Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at Main Engineering Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Acknowledged. Jylliene: ::to Coleridge:: I'm assuming you heard that. Johnson Kenyon: ::looking around for the chief:: Chirakis: ::she puts the two items on her desk and waits for Scott:: Scott Coleridge: ::raises eyebrows:: Either very good or very bad when that happens at the start of the shift. Jylliene: Hoping for good. Alexis McFarland: Alexis' mom>. We have a little surprise for you, Alexis. ::she takes a small crate from the top of the luggage cart and sets it down and opens the door, a little golden cat with black spots emerges out of the crate, strongly resembling a Terran Ocelot:: Scott Coleridge: See you later... ::moves towards Chirakis' office:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Running out of her suite, she rushes over to the next door. She hits the chime in excitement.:: Jylliene: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::enters Chirakis' office:: You wanted to see me? Alexis McFarland: Oooh kitty... ::hears the chime and picks up kitty, and heads to the door:: Mom> Her name is Dariah. I wonder who that is? Chirakis: ::standing in front of her desk, her expression still somber, she picks up a dispatch message and hands it to Scott::: Yes, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::opens the door:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Hugs Alexis:: Scott Coleridge: ::bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as he takes the PADD, for it takes a lot to put that expression on Chirakis' face:: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and hugs Miana:: Miana! We are neighbours. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around engineering, wobbling back and forth as he read the latest reports :: Scott Coleridge: ::as he reads the PADD, his eyes jump back and forth, like he's not sure he's reading it correctly:: Wait… surely… oh my. Johnson Kenyon: ::seeing Nijil:: Good morning, chief. Alexis McFarland: Alexis' mom> ::still unpacking:: Nice to meet you Miana. Heard so much about you. ::smiles:: Chirakis: It is true, Commander. Chirakis: Unfortunately. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Drinking a cup of steaming coffee, non-replicated :: Alexis McFarland: Mm, Miana. ::snuggles:: You must've heard us come in. Scott Coleridge: ::he hands the PADD back to her, his expression fluctuating as he tries to process the news:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Steps behind Alexis, quietly giving a shy wave.:: Dacia Sandero: ::feeling much better after a nice rest:: Scott Coleridge: I didn't think... the last time we... I don't. Nijil tr'Korjata: Mr. Kenyon... How are we? Tarisa: Miana> ::Looks to Alexis, nodding.:: Mmm Chirakis: ::receives the padd and returns it to her desk:: I believe you are aware of the procedure. Scott Coleridge: ::breathes deeply for a moment:: Johnson Kenyon: I'm in good spirits, Sir Scott Coleridge: Indeed. Tarisa: ::Arrives in CnC, going to her station.:: Johnson Kenyon: now, how do we fix this problem? Chirakis: +Jylliene+ Call Dr Pavilion to my office. Johnson Kenyon: I have an idea Alexis McFarland: I hope we didn't wake you up. Those are my parents, our family's valet, and our new kitty Dariah. ::looks at the cat, who is rubbing her head on Miana's leg as cats do:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ Yes Ma'am. Jylliene: +Mimi+ Ops to Doctor Pavilion mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ Go ahead Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: Why don't we program a similar sort of program to interface with system with a kill switch.... Chirakis: ::stands by the door, waiting for the doctor::: Johnson Kenyon: Maybe we can lure in the virus and trap it Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in Sickbay:: Jylliene: +Mimi+ Captain Chirakis would like to see you in her office. mimipavilion: +Jylliene+ On my way Scott Coleridge: ::stands next to Chirakis, still trying to process while outwardly appearing calm:: Tarisa: Miana> Kitty... ::Pets.:: The security man told us that we were getting neighbors and that it was you. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: One should never have the honor, Commander. Never. Scott Coleridge: ::that was basically what he was thinking:: Jylliene: +Chirakis+ She's on her way, ma'am. mimipavilion: ::exits her office, nods to Dacia, and heads to the captains via the CnC:: Chirakis: +com+ Thank you, Commander. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC goes to the captain's office and rings the chime:: Chirakis: :::standing at the door to her office, she opens it for her and nods::: Commander Pavilion. Please enter and take a seat. Johnson Kenyon: ::heads over to a terminal and starts programming:: mimipavilion: ::nods and takes a seat:: Nijil tr'Korjata: The virus would not be in one spot, it propagates anywhere it can. Chirakis: :::secures the door and takes a seat opposite Mimi::: Commander.... mimipavilion: ::looks at Chirakis:: Scott Coleridge: ::stands behind and to the side, ready to assist:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil:: Doesn't that mean it is in the command code... or is electric? Johnson Kenyon: by command code, I mean, a higher function than in some systems Johnson Kenyon: wait... you could do that with a program.... it would be complex Chirakis: It is with much regret that I inform you that your bondmate, tr'Jeth Dabi, was killed in battle. Alexis McFarland: Ah, I see. I'm happy we're neighbours. ::takes Miana to her new room, which was already furnished and rivalled most decent sized toy stores with all the stuffed animals, dolls and other toys strewn around the room, with a comfy love seat, desk and terminal and a large white four-post bed with pink blankets was on a pedestal by the large windows:: Ahh, the same bed as in my other diplomatic suites. I wonder if yours is the same? mimipavilion: ::shocked:: What? Chirakis: His ship was attacked by the Alien Alliance. He is one of the fallen. Chirakis: ::allowing her time to absorb the message::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I have had little sleep, as au can imagine mimipavilion: ::hearing the words "Alien Alliance," tries to hold back the tears, but her eyes well up:: Alexis McFarland: ::looks around her room:: Ooh, my own ensuite nice. ::opens a door and finds another bathroom:: Did you have breakfast yet, Miana? Johnson Kenyon: :::looks at Nijil:: didn't you go to sleep? Dacia Sandero: ::tends to some left over patients:: Tarisa: Miana> Oooo... Chirakis: His was an honorable death, Commander. I have with me a citation from the Romulan Star Empire, if you will allow me. Tarisa: Miana> Mine is the same size, but not decorated like yours. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Perks up at mention of food.:: No. Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, but I did not sleep well, I had that dream again that plagues me every so often. So vivid... so vivid. Chirakis: ::she stands and moves to her desk to pick up the citation::: Johnson Kenyon: Do I need to consult with the other engineers before writing a program? Chirakis: :::standing straight in ceremony::: Chirakis: On the 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147, while on patrol along the perimeter of the Joint Allied Powers, The Romulan Star Empire D’deridex Ship RSE Dividices came in contact with a ship of the Alien Alliance. The alien ship was attempting to cross the line into Joint Allied Powers space, specifically that of the Romulan Star Empire. Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking programming was not his forte:: Chirakis: With little or no warning, the alien vessel attacked the RSE Dividices and succeeded in boarding her. During the siege, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi directed his unit to stand fast and protect the bridge. Chirakis: When the overwhelming alien force breached the bridge and pressed toward the captain, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi stepped between them, using his body as a shield while the captain directed the attack on the alien ship. Alexis McFarland: Ah, my grandfather gave me a bunch of new toys it seems. ::smiles:: Great. My mom says Mr. Moht is making some uttaberry pie to celebrate our arrival. They're fresh from Betazed, Mr. Moht (same species as Lwaxana's butler Mr. Homn) appears with some tea and sandwiches and some scones:: Chirakis: For his lack of hesitation, his determination to protect Riov tr’Sashan and his crew, and for giving his life for the sake of the Romulan Star Empire, SubCommander tr’Jeth Dabi has been awarded great honors. Nijil tr'Korjata: Na, but I need to hunt down how this rogue program got on the station. Chirakis: :::she turns to Scott and nods::: Chirakis: The Romulan Star Empire Medal of Honor Johnson Kenyon: Subcommander, don't you think we need to counter it, rather than track its origin? Scott Coleridge: ::picks up a case from the captain's desk and opens it, displaying the medal, and then moves to give it to Mimi:: Chirakis: :::steps aside for Scott::: mimipavilion: ::accepts the award:: Chirakis: The Starfleet Medal of Valor Dacia Sandero: ::sips a cup of tea once she finishes treating the patient:: Scott Coleridge: ::picks up a second case and repeats the procedure:: mimipavilion: ::accepts the second award:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Our systems could not counter it as each countermeasure resulted in a greater problem each time. I am heading the forensics side of things. Tarisa: ::Gets an idea.:: +Engineering+ Tarisa to Chief tr'Korjata. Do you have a moment? Chirakis: ::somber::: Our deepest condolences, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Tarisa+ Ie, I don't hear from au that often. :: nods to Kenyon :: On my way. mimipavilion: Thank you. Chirakis: Take as many days as you need to mourn. Alexis McFarland: We're still unpacking, so it's still kinda messy. ::Mr. Moht sets down the tea and sandwiches on a table in her play area, with some child-sized chairs:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Tarisa+ Wait, do au want me there or... is over comms alright? mimipavilion: ::nods:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Nijil:: So, do you want us to focus on tracking it or countering it? Chirakis: Allow me to escort you to the lift, if you will. Tarisa: +Nijil+ If you like, you and Mr. Kenyon can meet me in the Computer Lab. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Tarisa: ::Leaves CnC for the lab.:: Alexis McFarland: Thanks... ::Mr Moht nods and leaves silently:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Kenyon :: We are doing both... too many engineers spoil the...the.. something. mimipavilion: ::walks to the lift:: Chirakis: ::escorts her:: Tarisa: Miana> Thank you Mr. Tall Man. ::Sits.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: looks at Kenyon :: Let's go. +Tarisa+ On our way. Scott Coleridge: ::exits the office as well:: Chirakis: I will inform Dr Sandero to take your place in medical. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Thanks. Johnson Kenyon: ::following Nijil:: Chirakis: ::stands by the lift until the door closes::: mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to her deck:: Alexis McFarland: ::sits as well:: I wonder if Annisha's still sleeping? Probably is. Tarisa: ::Arrives at the lab and sets up:: Chirakis: ::Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nibbles on a sandwich.:: Mmmmm mimipavilion: ::arrives at her deck and goes to her quarters:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks to the lab :: Alexis McFarland: Very yummy... I missed Mr Moht's cooking. Chirakis: ::turns to Scott and nods, then returns to her office::: Scott Coleridge: ::exhales slowly, turns to survey the whole CnC, thinking about what just happened:: Tarisa: ::Perks up as they enter:: Welcome. Scott Coleridge: ::understands why they have these rituals, but that doesn't make the rituals themselves easier:: Chirakis: ::takes a minute or two before exiting to press on::: mimipavilion: ::enters her quarters, Loxil sees Mimi upset:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Enters the lab :: Tarisa? mimipavilion: Loxil> What is wrong? Johnson Kenyon: ::taps Nijil and points:: there she is mimipavilion: ::to Loxil:: Our husband is dead. ::ugly cries:: Tarisa: ::Standing in front of a small black box like device that is behind a security field.:: I wished to show something that may help. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am not familiar with this box. Chirakis: ::approaches Jylliene::: Commander, anything to report? Johnson Kenyon: ::perky:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, tries to focus on the duty shift summaries:: Jylliene: Nothing, ma'am. Chirakis: No glitches? Jylliene: None. Chirakis: Interesting... Chirakis: Shipping is moving on smoothly? Tarisa: It is a complete replica of the station. ::Looks to Johnson.:: A while back we were invaded by probes. We made a complete simulation of the station and let it go about it's programming to study its nature. Tarisa: I think we might be able to do the same with the virus. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Jylliene: Reports from overnight were similar. All smooth. Johnson Kenyon: sounds very complex... Tarisa: ::Nods.:: It is, and has to be in order to be secure. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinks more of his coffee, but winces when the hot liquid reaches the back of his throat before his good sense did :: Johnson Kenyon: have you already programmed a sort of simulation? Nijil tr'Korjata: Study the virus on a larger level? Tarisa: I propose we introduce the virus and determine what it's endgame is. Chirakis: ::slight chuckle::: Then Commander Drexler either had little to work with or he scared the glitches away. Jylliene: Either way, I'm thankful. Chirakis: Or perhaps the virus died? Jylliene: Reached the end of its programming. Or found out what it needed, if you wish to consider darker possibilities. mimipavilion: ::goes to her room to get some rest:: Johnson Kenyon: introduce the virus into your box simulation and find out what it does? Scott Coleridge: Calm before the storm Johnson Kenyon: is it going to be accurate enough since we are not working against it? Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: You are not going to jinx our situation, are you? Tarisa: Since it is a complete replica of the station in computer form, we can alter the simulation as if an engineering team were working against it. Chirakis: I believe that is the correct terran word. Scott Coleridge: You're getting better at that. Johnson Kenyon: We should... then... somehow speed it up. Chirakis: ::chuckles::: Perhaps a bit. But it is interesting that Commander Drexler's team had such problems until shift change, and now there is nothing happening. Scott Coleridge: I'm happy we haven't had any more glitches. But I've served too long with you, Captain, and your suspicious streak is rubbing off on me. This kind of problem doesn't just go away on its own. Nijil tr'Korjata: Make the virus think it's the actual station. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Jylliene: Still think Starfleet just wanted us to welcome the 30 some engineers and planted it themselves so we'd be happy to see them. ::mostly joking:: Johnson Kenyon: It's brilliant. Chirakis: ::nods with a grin to Jylliene::: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking... brilliant if it works:: Tarisa: And time shouldn't be a factor. Tarisa: You are both welcome to the lab. I actually encourage it. Chirakis: I do have one duty to perform, Commander. Call Dr Sandero to my office, if you will. Nijil tr'Korjata: The simulation will need to be sped up of course Johnson Kenyon: yes, how fast can you speed it up? Jylliene: ::nods:: +Sandero+ Ops to Doctor Sandero. Dacia Sandero: ::hears the comm:: +Jylliene+ Yes, Sandero here. Johnson Kenyon: and, of course, we need to ensure it doesn't somehow escape... is there a kill switch for the simulation? Jylliene: +Sandero+ Captain Chirakis would like to see you in her office, please. Dacia Sandero: +Jyliene+ Very well, on my way Jylliene: ::nods to Chirakis:: She's on her way. Dacia Sandero: ::heads out of the sickbay and to the lift:: Chirakis: Thank you, Commander. Tarisa: ::Nods:: Of course. ::Steps over to the console and begins set up.:: As fast as the computer can process. Time is not relative to a machine. Chirakis: ::stands by her door as it opens, waiting for Dacia::: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana as they enjoy their tea and sandwiches:: Dacia Sandero: ::exits the lift and heads into the CT:: Tarisa: The simulation is completely self contained. There is no risk of escape. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs:: Johnson Kenyon: If it is a program, it will keep up. If a lifeform, it will fail Chirakis: :::standing by the door::: Chirakis: ::Motions for her to enter::: Dacia Sandero: ::sees Chirakis by the door and heads over, nods:: Dacia Sandero: ::enters:: Chirakis: :::allows the door to close behind them:::: Please. Sit. Dacia Sandero: Yes, sure. ::takes a seat:: Tarisa: I am ready to proceed if you are. Nijil tr'Korjata: The monitoring padd will have to be severed from the rest of the station. :: Goes to manually remove the wireless module :: Chirakis: Doctor, we received word this morning of the death of Dr Pavilion's bondmate, SubCommander tr'Jeth Dabi. She is in mourning and will be for several days. Therefore, you will be in command of the medical complex until she returns. Alexis McFarland: I should invite Annisha up before the pie is ready. ::the smell of the pie fills the air:: Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Nijil:: I'm ready Dacia Sandero: ::frowns::: I'm very sorry to hear that. I hope she'll be okay. Yes, of course captain. Nijil tr'Korjata: Run it Chirakis: Also, I suggest that you give her room to grieve. Leave her alone unless she calls for you. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: I agree. I'll do that. Tarisa: Miana> :;Perks up at the smell.:: Tarisa: ::Introduces the virus to the simulation.:: Program activated. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. And please, keep this private. She will be the one to make it known. Alexis McFarland: ::writes a message to Annisha's PADD to invite her up, not sure if she was still sleeping or not:: Johnson Kenyon: ::watches the simulation:; Dacia Sandero: Please convey my condolences to her if you get the chance though. Dacia Sandero: yes, of course. I will. Chirakis: I will. Chirakis: Thank you, Doctor. If you have no questions, that is all. Dacia Sandero: No, I do not. Thank you for informing me. Chirakis: ::stands to escort her to the door and enter CnC::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Annisha is eating her Space Oatmeal. In smaller letters it read "Direct from Starbase K7" :: Dacia Sandero: ::Heads out and back onto the turbolift:: Chirakis: :::reenters CnC to make her rounds as usual::: mimipavilion: ::after crying for a while, falls asleep:: Chirakis: :::and it seems to be exceedingly quiet, which gives her suspicions::: Johnson Kenyon: ::very curious about the simulation:: Alexis McFarland: +Annisha+. Wanna come up and visit in my new quarters? Miana's already here. Jylliene: ::enjoying the quiet for as long as it lasts:: Chirakis: :::stops next to Scott::: (w) Does it seem odd to you that everything has gone silent? Dacia Sandero: ::returns to the sickbay, feeling bad about Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha: +Alexis+ What? Au moving away? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: (w) Yes. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be a few hours. Chirakis: Until 1:00 PM Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: very innovative solution Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa Dacia Sandero: I remember the probe incident Tarisa: I just happened to remember it. Chirakis: I look forward to reading the sim log. Chirakis: Keep on thinking of things. It enriches our play. Johnson Kenyon: I look forward to seeing what the simulation does Chirakis: As do I. Chirakis: It is 4 past the hour, so I will dismiss the crew for now... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  11. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 1 November 201927 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.148 TBS is 14 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineers from Starfleet Command have arrived. They began working as soon as possible to allow our own exhausted engineers a well earned rest, and to search for the origin of the glitches that have plagued the station for the last few days.
  12. Viral Exhaustion After a grueling 38 hours of dealing with false red alerts and lockdowns, replicators that served coffee without end, false emergency medical calls, and countless other glitches that seemed to multiply exponentially, Captain Chirakis and the crew yielded to the expertise of 30 plus engineers sent from Starfleet to relieve them. After an hour of debriefing, the crew of Aegis dragged themselves to their quarters for a long-awaited rest. At 0500 the next day the captain stepped off the lift and gave her usual pause for assessment. Not surprisingly, a cadre of engineers was checking various areas of Command and Control, and one engineer in particular caught her attention. Commander Eli Drexler, commanding officer of Starfleet Command’s special operations engineers, hovered over a console, tricorder in hand, working with the lieutenant next to him. Captain Chirakis would not have given the engineers a second glance except that their uniforms were a deep blue, their shoulders bore the insignia of Starfleet Command, and clasped on Commander Drexler’s collar was the gold insignia of Starfleet Command. As soon as her presence was noticed, the overzealous Officer of the Watch came to attention with, “Captain on deck!” His call brought CnC to a screeching halt until Kirel casually responded, “As you were.” Drexler turned with the others, stopped working and responded with a crooked grin as the captain approached. “Commander Drexler,” she said, her hand outstretched in greeting. “I knew Starfleet was sending engineers, but I had no idea that Starfleet Command was in the mix.” “Jolan’tru, Riov,” he said, stepping aside to take hold of her forearm as if he were Rihannsu, which he definitely was not. Fair skin, blond hair cropped to regulation, and a sturdy muscular build betrayed his full Terran ancestry. Of course, his crooked smile helped. “Your Rihan is improving, Commander… if only slightly,” she quipped with a glance at the console he had been checking. “Have you found anything new regarding the glitches?” Drexler sighed, shifting his weight to nod toward the console. “Unfortunately, not much more than your officers have found. You wanted to know why they sent Command? Well, there’s more to this situation than meets the eye… but I’m sure you already know that.” “Indeed we do, Commander. If you have a moment, we can discuss this in my office.” “Yes, ma’am. Jim, take over,” he said, passing the tricorder to the lieutenant. “See if you can pinpoint and trace that last red alert.” “Aye, sir,” he responded as the office door closed behind them. “We are still dealing with red alerts?” asked Kirel as she waved him into a chair. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied as his eyes swept the office. “We’ve been able to mute the false klaxons, but the false lights still engage. In a real emergency, the klaxons will sound.” “Excellent, Commander. Coffee?” “Probably a good idea, ma’am. It’s been an… interesting night.” “More interesting than our first 38 hours?” She asked, handing him a cup of coffee then pouring one for herself. “Not sure, ma’am. If you tell me what you’ve experienced so far, maybe we can put two and two together and get more than… one and a half?” The coffee seemed to console him as he settled on the couch. “And it would be helpful if you could toss me what your engineering team suspects... or whatever ideas they have, no matter how bizarre they sound.” “What do they suspect?” Kirel mused as she relaxed in her office chair. “Several things, one of which is that the origin, or the source of the glitches is somewhere on the station. “Commander Coleridge suggested that the virus could be a red herring or a smaller part of a larger offensive such as getting physical access to our systems and bypassing security. “Another? The virus is a programming virus, and someone could have planted a device on an unsuspecting individual and brought it into our systems. Or someone could have used the material as a vector for smuggling the virus into the station to avoid our security checks. “In any event, security is searching for suspicious activity that began in the past few days. They are targeting potentially vulnerable access points. "Should I go on?" "No, ma'am. That's pretty much what we've decided. So far, anyway. Our biggest problem is finding and losing. We start tracking something, almost get it, and bam, it disappears into something else, almost like it has a mind of its own. It moves to some other area or morphs into a different glitch altogether. One minute it targets the replicators, the next minute the replicators are fine and the klaxons start blaring. Like kids playing a game.” Kirel put her coffee aside and relaxed in her chair, mulling that over. “Captain,” Drexel continued thoughtfully, “has anyone outside the station reported glitches like this? Or anything similar?” “Not to my knowledge. However, I will investigate the possibility. USS Calgary has been working with us to rectify the problem on station. However, USS Missouri is due to replace them today. I will certainly ask.” “Good. Good,” he replied wearily, relaxing into the deep leather of the couch. “Is your billeting acceptable?" asked Kirel, noting his weary condition. "Oh, it's fine, ma’am. In fact, it's better than we expected, new station and all. Can't wait to test the bunks. Brand new?" "Indeed they are. And you will be able to make use of them within the next hour. Which reminds me that I am expecting a conference call in a few minutes. However, before you go, pass the word to your crew that all restaurants and bistros on the commerce deck are available and will be expecting them. As you are aware, the replicators are fickle. Among other things, they have a tendency to interpret steak as gagh.”
  13. It is with great sadness that I inform you of the passing of Rhonda Jacobs, the Game Master we know as Vilanne. Not only did she support and encourage new recruits in our Academies, she enhanced the play of Aegis, Manticore, and Challenger for many years. A close friend and colleague, she will be greatly missed. Fair Winds and Following Seas, My Friend You will be greatly missed.
  14. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 25 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. After 38 hours. the station glitches have subsided. 30 Starfleet engineers are on arrival. At sim begin we are in the conference room to discuss the next step. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in the conference room:: Dacia Sandero: ::settles into her seat in the conference room:: Andrew Minard: ::seated at the far end of the table, face in palm:: Scott Coleridge: ::sits in a seat in the conference room, only to realize it's not his seat, so he gets up and sits in the correct seat:: Johnson Kenyon: ((sorry... should have asked a question. is it 38 hours since last time or 38 hours since the glitches?)) Johnson Kenyon: ::at conference room:: Chirakis: ::gathering information in her office before moving to the conference.::: Fletcher Jackson: ::CnC, minding the store:: Alexis McFarland: ::heading to the food court with Miana and Annisha:: Chirakis: (38 hours since the glitches began, I believe) Andrew Minard: ::scrolling through a PADD with stylus:: Chirakis: ::entering the conference room, she settles into the chair as she tosses her tablet onto the desk, as worn as the rest of them are::: Johnson Kenyon: ::much more comfortable in the conference room this round:: Chirakis: ::notes that the others are struggling to stay awake::: Very well, let us proceed... Dacia Sandero: ::listens:: Andrew Minard: ::eyes forward:: Chirakis: ::taking a deep breath:: So far we have had red alerts, lockdowns, replicators playing games, and a few other things... Scott Coleridge: ::regards Chirakis, knows that she's trying to keep everyone focused on the immediate problem, but also that she would much rather have a concrete enemy to fight instead of these phantoms:: Chirakis: Before we begin that, know that Starfleet's 30 prime engineers have just docked and will be taking our places for a while.. Chirakis: Therefore.... beginning with engineering, Commander Korjata, have you any ideas on what has been happening on the station and why it might be happening? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at Nijil:: Dacia Sandero: ::glances over at Nijil:: Chirakis: ::a yeoman enters with fresh coffee and assorted other things that could keep us awake::: Chirakis: ::she nods and the yeoman exits::: Scott Coleridge: ::does not look at Nijil to avoid making him feel like everyone is looking at him:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Nijil:: Chirakis: Commander Korjata, you may defer to one of your engineers if you wish. Johnson Kenyon: ::hesitates to step in just yet:: Johnson Kenyon: ::wishes he were closer to Nijil to elbow him awake:: Johnson Kenyon: Captain, if I may Chirakis: ::notes the commander's exhaustion::: Mr Kenyon, you were close to the situation as an engineer. Please do. Johnson Kenyon: Obviously we are all very tired and struggling to keep alert Andrew Minard: ::logs out of his PADD and sits back to listen:: Johnson Kenyon: To this point, we've had a series of glitches with time between them... this could be a sophisticated virus, but we really have been too busy to do a thorough diagnosis Johnson Kenyon: It seems like some sort of an attack to disable the Aegis Chirakis: ::listening, focused::: Alexis McFarland: ::orders some food at Blubby's:: Chirakis: ::considers that::: So you believe that it could be an internal attack? Chirakis: Have you any ideas how that might progress? Johnson Kenyon: All I can say for sure is I don't think it is done yet Chirakis: ::thoughtful nod::: Johnson Kenyon: It seems like something might be attempting to become familiar with all our systems Tarisa: ::Was quietly sitting in the meeting, listening to the others.:: Chirakis: ::quirks a brow, then glances at Scott::: Tarisa: Miana> :;With Alexis:: Are you sure it is ok to order that? Scott Coleridge: I've been trying to come up with possible vectors. Johnson Kenyon: If it were I and I had developed a virus... I would certainly use this sort of thing to ferret out weaknesses or hide my activities Scott Coleridge: My systems analysis seems to point to a virus, but the deeper I dig, the more it seems like there's something else happening. That the virus is a red herring, or perhaps only a small part of a larger offensive. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Mm. Yes, Dacia said it was fine. It's either that or eat another ration. Scott Coleridge: I agree that the source is almost certainly on the station somewhere. Chirakis: And how would that get aboard? Tarisa: Computer Sciences is currently analyzing the virus, and hopefully they can locate the source. Scott Coleridge: You found the virus? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Ensign Minard did. Scott Coleridge: ::hopes his interjection comes across as curious rather than acrimonious, but they've all been running on very little sleep:: Chirakis: ::looks to Minard::: Ensign? Dacia Sandero: ::an interested 'hmm' sound:: Chirakis: ::also expects information from medical::: Tarisa: Miana> No more rations! ::Orders a Blubby Meal.:: Andrew Minard: Yes Captain... the replicator program is different from the factory installed software. Alexis McFarland: Kehehe.. Chirakis: Explain. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks up and raises his finger:: Chirakis: ::notes Kenyon, waiting for Minard to finish::: Johnson Kenyon: ::puts finger down and looks to Minard:: Andrew Minard: The replicator software I downloaded onto my tricorder is clearly alien and incompatible with our hardware. Fletcher Jackson: ::billeting in progress for SF engineers who are now aboard::: Alexis McFarland: ::finds a table and unwraps her Blubby wrap:: Chirakis: Then.... how could this virus - if it is a virus - come aboard this station? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if Nijil will start snoring:: Scott Coleridge: Not to besmirch any of our departments and their skills, but once someone has physical access to our systems, bypassing security becomes a matter of when, not if. Andrew Minard: My theory is, the virus infected the organic supplies. Andrew Minard: The bulk storage containers with foodstuffs. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. Chirakis: :::Andrew::: Continue. Andrew Minard: The "virus" could have been transformed from biological to technological. mimipavilion: ::a little concerned, considering that it's almost reminiscent of a similar action taken on the old station:: Andrew Minard: It would be a most insidious way to infect the stations systems. Easily perpetrated. Johnson Kenyon: I... uh... respectfully disagree Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Either edits himself not speaking in the meeting, or just getting there, whatever was funnier :: Chirakis: :::turns to Kenyon::: Mr Kenyon, go on. Johnson Kenyon: Well, we don't use bulk storage of organic material in the way he suggests Johnson Kenyon: everything in the food replicators is produced through programming of mater-energy transfer Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Deep in several padds of data, Nijil lapsed in and out of attention as his head was filling up with tales of replication and virii :: Johnson Kenyon: we aren't copying it and beam it to another location. Andrew Minard: Au contraire! Johnson Kenyon: the food replicators and the organic food supplies are not commingled except maybe by the cargo transporters Chirakis: ::holds up a hand to Minard::: Continue, Mr. Kenyon. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: piped up :: There are protein re-sequencers, but they are merely in storage. They make only a passable salisbury steak. Johnson Kenyon: the organic food supplies are used almost exclusively by the restaurants Johnson Kenyon: ::notices Nijil is alert again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: And there is Gah to go around Andrew Minard: The replicators use molecular synthesis of organic suspension. Tarisa: ((You guys make we want to dust off my DS9 technical manual. lol )) Chirakis: So... again I ask... how did it come aboard the station? Johnson Kenyon: Chief, do these organic food stock intermingle with the replicators? Nijil tr'Korjata: They do not Alexis McFarland: ::Drinks her drink:: Johnson Kenyon: It's most likely that the virus or alien code.... if you will... was planted in some benign system. Perhaps the food replicators on the civilian decks Johnson Kenyon: food replicators do not have nearly the same level of security Scott Coleridge: Intermingling isn't necessary if, as Ensign Minard suggested, someone used the material as a vector for smuggling the virus into the station to avoid our security checks. Regardless, this doesn't actually answer the captain's question. Scott Coleridge: Can we trace the origin point? Or do we have another way of locating the security breach? Tarisa: I may have a suggestion. It may be a shot in the dark, so to speak, but have the...Gremlins shared any possible information on this? Nijil tr'Korjata: The virus was the programming kind. Chirakis: 10:45 Johnson Kenyon: I agree. I don't believe the virus is airborne... but frankly there is a degree of speculation... Johnson Kenyon: we just haven't had much time to search for it and have been putting out the problems it has caused Nijil tr'Korjata: For that matter, are they the entry point? Someone could have planted a device on them to infiltrate our systems. mimipavilion: ::answering Tarisa's question:: I highly doubt that the gremlins would know what that type of programming is. Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't say much about the gremlin situation because he knows there are dimensions to it that some people in the room aren't cleared for:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Maybe the virus was just a Roman in the horse Scott Coleridge: I have a suggestion, then. Tarisa: But perhaps they witnessed something? Not saying they did it themselves. Dacia Sandero: Ah, I see what you mean Chirakis: :::holds up a hand::: Rather than speculate, how could it possibly have gotten on the station? Go ahead Commander Coleridge. Tarisa: But all of these events have been too close together to be coincidence. Scott Coleridge: First, I suggest that all of us get a solid eight hours of sleep. Then, I suggest we let the newly-arrived engineers handle any new glitches that come up, while our regular engineers turn the station inside-out looking for the source of said glitches. Scott Coleridge: Coordinate with security to search for suspicious activity in the past few days near potentially vulnerable access points. Dacia Sandero: I agree with that suggestion. mimipavilion: ::nods in agreement with Scott:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::nods:: Chirakis: ::settles back in her chair::: Scott Coleridge: Let the new engineers be our firewall while we provide the antivirus, so to speak. Scott Coleridge: We need to get ahead of this thing before whoever is behind it decides to stop toying with us...or probing, learning, testing… and does something truly dangerous. Chirakis: ::nods confirmation::: Johnson Kenyon: I have one additional suggestion Scott Coleridge: ::nods at Kenyon:: Johnson Kenyon: We need to have a plan in case one of these glitches affects a critical system... shuts off the life support or causes one of the reactors to fail or something Chirakis: Our Starfleet engineers will definitely be on the watch for such things, Mr. Kenyon. Johnson Kenyon: The Chief has been trying to get a proper mirror image of the computer core in to reimage the core... shut down and re-initialize the whole system Andrew Minard: But perhaps that is exactly what they want us to do! Nijil tr'Korjata: Not the core, just the base replicator and replicator database. Chirakis: :::holds up a hand::: And we are back to speculating..... Andrew Minard: Sorry sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: Right, which is all we have now. Chirakis: For now... you are dismissed. Get a good rest. Hopefully SF engineers will have something for us tomorrow morning. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands and walks out:: Chirakis: :::looks to Scott::: Commander, anything else? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up and wobbles :: Chirakis: :::attaching her tablet to the belt around her waist::: Johnson Kenyon: ::turns around to look for Nijil:: Chief... ::moves to him:: mimipavilion: ::gets up, stretches and heads out:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Not until I've had more sleep. Andrew Minard: ::looks at Tarisa:: Chirakis: :::nods::: Agreed. Tarisa: ::Gets up and stretches.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: These visiting engineers don't know the station like we do... they might need someone to show them around Dacia Sandero: ::heads out as well:: Nijil tr'Korjata: The Romulan equivalent of coffee is, not for everyone. Chirakis: :::stands to stretch::: Nijil tr'Korjata: If au are up to it au may give them a crash course. I need some of them to look over the code...by hand. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Nijil:: I think this problem is already past the food replicators Andrew Minard: ::grabs his PADD and storms out of the room:: Tarisa: ::Perks up as she watches Andrew leave.:: Chirakis: ::noting the conversation with Nijil::: SF engineers know the station well. I would not worry about that, Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: Each station is different. Do what au need to do. Johnson Kenyon: Right now, we all need some sleep... Andrew Minard: ::heads straight for his quarters to sleep:: mimipavilion: ::arrives on her deck and goes to her quarters:: Tarisa: ::Yawns a little, her tail lazily waving back and forth.:: mimipavilion: ::enters her quarters and yawns:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: A very interesting "discussion" for those who are exhausted. Chirakis: TBS will be to the next day at 0700. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, thoughts? 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.
  15. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 25 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1600 hours (4:00 pm) Aegis Local. After 38 hours of dealing with “glitches” on the station, we are exhausted. Fortunately, the glitches are subsiding and giving us a short rest. As promised, 30 Starfleet engineers are about to arrive on orders from Starfleet Command. At sim begin we will be entering the conference room to consider the circumstances and discuss our options in case the glitches either continue or escalate.
  16. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering has been working on glitches for 35 hours. All hands available have been assisting. Work shifts are 2 hours, and we are exhausted. We look forward to fixing the problem. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was running on fumes, whatever that was. Reports were coming in that a few engineers collapsed from exhaustion in various locations. Personal quarters, bars, commerce, and other levels :: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Andrew Minard: ::finishing the last replicator reset in Science Lab II:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay as well:: Chirakis: ::exits her office::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::working on a batch of seedlings:: Jylliene: ::at Ops, monitoring the ongoing resets as updates come in:: Scott Coleridge: ::in the CnC, doing his best to assist engineering:: Chirakis: ::if she were an engineer, the problem would be doubled... meaning that she is no engineer::: Alexis McFarland: ::would be in school, writing something on her PADD::: Andrew Minard: ::personally overseeing the reset process on the science sections' replicators as they replicate compounds, chemicals, as well as foodstuffs:: Tarisa: ::In her office for the moment, checking up on Computer Sciences.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his PADD, now a jumble of Rihan and Federation symbols :: About... how many to go? Let me see. Chirakis: ::she steps to Jylliene::: Do we have a SITREP, Commander? Tarisa: Miana> ::Tummy growls in the middle of class.:: Dacia Sandero: ::tends to some exhausted engineers they picked up:: mimipavilion: ::tending to some exhausted engineers:: Chirakis: (Let us hope that the children are allowed to sleep.) Alexis McFarland: ::glances at Miana:: Didn't get enough rations this morning? Alexis McFarland: (I hope so too) Jylliene: Still going... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Dots.. hundreds of dots on the station map. His people working overtime getting each replicator wiped :: Jylliene: Making good progress...you can see the map here. Jylliene: ::pulls it up:: Andrew Minard: +Computer+ Please replicate one beaker of acetic acid. ::scans the specimen with his new tricorder:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Thanks to the replicator issue, he was able to have real coffee. That, however, would not last for much longer :: Chirakis: :::shifts her attention to the map::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns.:: I did... Jylliene: I have not had an updated estimated completion time yet, but they're going hard at it. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing the last tray of seedlings. Sets the watering and lighting systems:: Alexis McFarland: Yeah, it didn't have a lot in there didn't it? ::unwraps a piece of hard candy from her pocket:: You want a piece of candy? I had it in my ration. Tarisa: Miana> ::Eyes the candy for a moment, before nodding.:: Scott Coleridge: ::staring at his console as lines of code scroll past, frowning:: Chirakis: I see that they are. ::pauses a moment, then turns to her::: Commander Kital, do we not have replicators that are not in use somewhere on the station? Andrew Minard: ::recycles the sample, picks up his tool bag and heads for the CSCI's office:: Alexis McFarland: ::Smiles and puts the candy in Miana's mouth:: Ahh... Tarisa: Miana> Ahh Jylliene: ::can see blips flipping from red to green as they're moving along:: Of course. The shuttles and our other craft should be usable - the Nei'rrh, the Aegean. Chirakis: Surely there must be others besides what we are actually using in case some break down. Jylliene: We also have some in storage. Not many, mind you. Jylliene: And these staterooms are empty - their replicators have remained powered down and should be fine. Alexis McFarland: I heard my parents' ship will be bringing food and stuff with them. But, that's still a day and a half away. Jylliene: ::indicating on the map:: Andrew Minard: ::enters the CSCI's Office:: ::Tarisa:: Chief, ::hands over the other tricorder, the one with the downloaded virus on it:: here is the program we found in Engineering. ::wipes the sweat from his brow:: Chirakis: ::checking the map::: I wonder why, if they aren't affected, they are not in use. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::has the fast growing seeds all set. Even if they replicators get fixed it was a good experiment on the potential crop yields:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I know we are in the middle of wiping all these replicators, but do you think we should set up a replicator using the power of a shuttle or fighter? Tarisa: Miana> Mmm. ::Blinks.:: I do not think they would have enough food for the entire station. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wipes another replicator and tags it for completion :: Oh wait... I need to get a fresh copy to make the master copy. :: Talks into his PADD :: Computer, set up a comm link with Starfleet Corps of Engineers, replication division. Jylliene: Waiting to figure out what the issue is? Jylliene: How would we monitor access? Alexis McFarland: I don't know. Even if they did, it'd only be enough for a day or two Tarisa: ::Looking at it.:: This is the cause of the replicator issues? Chirakis: Good point. Jylliene: We'd need security to keep things orderly. Jylliene: But if worse comes to worst, we certainly could. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ One replicator for the entire station? The only one I would entertain using is a simple embedded only version. Something that only does water and such. mimipavilion: ::finishes with her current exhausted engineer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::contacting some engineers to coordinate their efforts from Main engineering:: Chirakis: ::snort:: Orderly is not exactly available at the moment. Andrew Minard: This program is the one I downloaded from a replicator in Engineering, I believe it contains the virus. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps out of the hydroponics lab, reading a PADD "101 Ways to Cook BioEngineered Bean Sprouts"::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets contacted by SfCoE :: Jylliene: Maybe we could consider setting up some on a separate network after this - so many per deck. Just in case. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Several affected replicators stop malfunctioning, going quiet or responding to orders in a sensible way. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Dacia:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I don't know why would couldn't route power from a shuttle or even your hummingbird to operator a few replicators Chirakis: ::she leans against the console next to Jylliene:: Tarisa: Have you reported to the Chief Engineer? Jylliene: Plus at least one in medical, and in other critical areas. Chirakis: Possible ::Jylliene:: mimipavilion: ::softly:: They’re all exhausted. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ It's not power that's the problem, it's the replication database getting updated with an altered matrix. We are very lucky the safeties were not overridden and someone killed. Chirakis: Still, there would be rationing, and for 6,000 plus aboard, that could be difficult. Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: I was just going to return the tool bag to Nijil Ma'am. Perhaps Computer Sciences would like a look at the program. The science lab replicators are fully functional. Dacia Sandero: ::nods at Mimi:: They're pushing themselves hard to restore the replicators for sure. I wish more people on the station appreciated that. Jylliene: Yes. But easier to monitor access to a number spread out per deck...and it would feel less catastrophic. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ we're also very lucky we don't have more casualties from lack of nutrition or thirst Scott Coleridge: ACTION> All replicators, even the ones not yet reset, resume working normally. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Sends a message to the Corps about getting the most stable updated database :: Johnson Kenyon: ::receiving reports that the replicators are now functional:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'm going to the CnC to report our findings so far Tae'Lynn Dran: ::enters the CnC, still reading her PADD:: Chirakis: ::she straightens up::: Commander... ::walking toward the CnC replicator::: Jylliene: "Just go down to the emergency replicator at a specific assigned location per area" is less panic inducing than going to one central location with a huge line Dacia Sandero: ::looks at a replicator:: Hey, all the lights are working on it. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ what happened? I'm receiving reports all over the station that the replicators are now functional Dacia Sandero: ::walks over to the replicator:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ My daughter has been through worse than this, so since we are so close I am not worried. mimipavilion: ::looks at it:: Hmm that's odd Scott Coleridge: ::still frowning as he scrolls through lines of code:: Mmm. Dacia Sandero: Computer, tea.. earl grey, hot. Tarisa: ::Holds onto the tricorder and moves from her desk.:: I will take this to the Chief Engineer first. Then we will go from there. Go get some rest for now. :;Heading for her door.:: And good job. ::Smiles as she heads for the lab exit. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ I am getting reports that the replicators are working, but I was not finished. Dacia Sandero: ::watches the tea materialize:: Huh. Good job Nijil. Tae'Lynn Dran: Oh, I'll have to try that one. ::puts a tap on one of the recipes:: Andrew Minard: ::smiles and plops down on a chair:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Checking from my end. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::steps over to science station:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I estimate that we completed about 28% of the work Scott Coleridge: ::hears Nijil's comm:: Hmm mimipavilion: ::goes and stands:: Ok that's it. I'll make sure that is mentioned Tarisa: ::Has the computer locate Nijil and begins to head in his area.:: Andrew Minard: ::to himself:: Hmm, nice office space. ::tries not to get too comfy:: Chirakis: ::stopping at the replicator::: Coffee. French ground. Thick. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Yes.. if they don't already know. Dacia Sandero: ::drinks the tea:: mimipavilion: I'll be back, Dacia. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Confirmed. Looks good. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The Starfleet Corps of Engineers are sending me the latest update to the replication matrix database now, so I am not sure what is going on. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: Captain, I've been trying to figure out the cause of the malfunction, and I'm... troubled. If the replicators are working again, I'm more troubled. Jylliene: Looks like things are back online, Captain. Jylliene: ::pauses to let Coleridge speak:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Curses in old Rihan :: mimipavilion: ::goes to tl and orders it to the CnC:: Chirakis: :::takes the cup as the replicator finishes, and takes a sip::: It is coffee, exactly as I asked. Chirakis: ::Scott:: And why would that be? Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Sickbay receives a medical emergency alert in engineering. mimipavilion: ::arrives on the CnC a short time later. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks down at his padd :: Alexis McFarland: ::watches a kid try to replicate a chocolate bar::: Boy>. Hey! It worked! ::grabs the chocolate bar and takes a bite:: Yeah, it's chocolate all right. Chirakis: :::notes Mimi entering but her focus is on Andrew Minard: ::breathes deeply:: +Computer+ Please transport this tool bag to Main Engineering storage locker. Chirakis: Scott::: Johnson Kenyon: ((:I'm in Main Engineering... can I see the problem?)) Tarisa: ::Arrives at Nijil's location.:: I may have at least a partial explanation. ::Holding up a tricorder.:: One of my officers found a virus. Dacia Sandero: Uh oh. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to compare version numbers and the changes from base to update :: Dacia Sandero: ::Grabs her med kit:: I best be on my way. mimipavilion: ::walks over to Chirakis and Scott:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Well, the replicator malfunction was a systemic issue, not an equipment failure. Looking over the code... it looks like some kind of virus was planted in the system. But that's not the part that bothers me. Chirakis: Go on... Andrew Minard: ::watches the black tool bag dematerialize and stands up:: Alexis McFarland: ::heads to Engineering:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to Tarisa, still not used to seeing a feline species :: I figured as much. Can you extract it so I can examine the code? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::marks a few more before turning her attention to the goings on:: Chirakis: ::Jylliene, aside:: Engage emergency scrubbers for CnC. Tarisa: Do you have a secure terminal I can plug this into? Jylliene: Right away. Jylliene: ::engages :: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: No one is to enter until the emergency is over. Andrew Minard: ::leaves the CSCI's Office and heads to the nearest replimat:: Dacia Sandero: ::Enters Engineering:: Where's the emergency? Nijil tr'Korjata: Oh na na, not going to connect it to the system. :: Holds out a bio-isolinear rod in his hand :: Here is a good copy of the matrix database. Scott Coleridge: Well, I haven't had a chance to examine the virus itself. But looking at the altered code... our resets shouldn't have worked. And they shouldn't have fixed the problem. Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am Jylliene: ::sets the protocol:: mimipavilion: ::looks at Scott and Chirakis:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks longingly at the replicator, but knows better, chews on his lemon energy bar :: Tarisa: ::Takes the rod and connects it to the tricorder.:: Here you are. ::Hands them both over.:: Chirakis: Is there a possibility that we are not dealing with a virus? Johnson Kenyon: ::looking at the doctor:: Doctor, nice of you to visit. Emergency? Nijil tr'Korjata: The rod is read-only Johnson Kenyon: ::yawns:: Dacia Sandero: ::Johnson:: Yeah, we received a medical alert in engineering. Dacia Sandero: ::looks around for anyone sick or injured:: Scott Coleridge: Sorry, yes,that's what I mean. Andrew Minard: +Computer+ I'll have some trout and green beans and a cold glass of water. ::sits down to a meal in the replimat:: Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks:: Honestly, most of the engineering staff is so tired that I've given most of them time to rest Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the virus headers :: Oh, this is a big file and I have a big headache. Nijil tr'Korjata: Does your species get headaches? Scott Coleridge: Sickbay> +Mimi+ Sickbay to Dr. Pavilion. Dacia Sandero: I prescribe a cup of coffee. I hope that wasn't the medical emergency. Johnson Kenyon: I don't think there's anyone emergency here. mimipavilion: I'm right here Scott. Johnson Kenyon: It's practically just myself Jylliene: ::ponders - to Chirakis:: Sabotage? Annisha: :: Is keeping pace with Alexis :: Tarisa: Sometimes usually in extreme fatigue. Alexis McFarland: ::replicates a Blubby Burgers, watches them materialize:: Yay! Scott Coleridge: I mean that it *looks* like a virus, but even if there is a virus in there... I'm not sure that it's responsible for what happened. Alexis McFarland: Looks like your dad fixed the replicators. ::to Annisha:: Andrew Minard: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, this is Minard, I returned your tool bag to the Main Engineering storage locker. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head:: +Minard+ thank you. Alexis McFarland: ::Tosses one to Annisha and Miana, and takes a bite of hers:: Tarisa: Miana> Yay! ::Puts her hands up in joy.:: mimipavilion: Is there something wrong, Scott? Scott Coleridge: Sickbay> +Mimi+ Sickbay to Dr. Pavilion. We keep receiving medical emergency alerts, but when we send medics... there's no emergency. Johnson Kenyon: ::to the doctor:: No one reported an emergency to me, doctor Andrew Minard: ::puts a napkin on his lap and drinks the water:: Johnson Kenyon: ::overheads the Comm to Mimi:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Annisha+ Hon, don't use the replicators, nor let your friends use them. I'm being cautious. Dacia Sandero: hm, that's weird. Okay then. Oh, and good job on fixing the replicators so fast. mimipavilion: +Sickbay+ I'll let CnC know. Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping console:: Alexis McFarland: ::too late, eating her burger:: mimipavilion: ::clears her throat:: Tarisa: Miana> :;Was about to take a bite, then frowns.:: Boo... Annisha: +Nijil+ What? But a Blubby-free day is a day not worth living. Chirakis: ::putting her cup aside:: Yes, Doctor? Alexis McFarland: It tastes like a Blubby burger Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rolls eyes :: +Annisha+ You'll manage. Alexis McFarland: Boo. Johnson Kenyon: Doctor, it appears our glitches have reemerged in your department Andrew Minard: ::enjoying a meal in the replimat on Deck 7:: Dacia Sandero: Well, that's great. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ the glitches have switched to medical emergencies mimipavilion: I came to report that we have a lot of exhausted engineers and now my department has a lot of false medical emergencies. Dacia Sandero: I better head back then. Tarisa: May I have a copy of this? I would like Computer Sciences involved. Dacia Sandero: ::heads back to Sickbay:: Johnson Kenyon: ::walks over to the replicator, turns it on:: coffee Alexis McFarland: ::continues to eat her burger nonetheless:: Chirakis: ::nods to Mimi::: So if we do not have problems via virus, what else could cause these seemingly random problems? Andrew Minard: ::finishes the last bite:: +Dran+ Lieutenant Dran, what is your location? Tae'Lynn Dran: Sounding like an investigative attack ::she said mostly just thinking out loud:: Scott Coleridge: False medical emergencies? Hmm. That would have to be... ::opens another diagnostic window:: Internal sensors or comms. Chirakis: ::looks to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: I haven't ruled out a virus, mind you. Chirakis: And if not those? Nijil tr'Korjata: Copy of the virus or copy of the master matrix Tae'Lynn Dran: +Minard+ I am on the CnC. Tarisa: Both, if it will help us solve this faster. Andrew Minard: +Dran+ Aye Ma'am. I'm going to my quarters per Cmdr. Tarisa. Just to lie down for a bit. Alexis McFarland: Seemed all right to me. ::finishes her burger:: I feel better now. Nijil tr'Korjata: Let me make a copy :: does so :: Johnson Kenyon: ::returning to desk, puts down coffee:: zzzz Tarisa: Miana> ::Staring at Alexis to see if she is about to turn blue.:: Hmmm.... Chirakis: Let's rule out the virus, Commander, and everything else that seems to be caused by random things... if that makes sense. Alexis McFarland: Hmm? mimipavilion: ::thinks, no in particular:: could it be from a remote location, like not from within the station. Scott Coleridge: Yes, we could assume the glitches aren't random. Jylliene: ::on a hunch, starts tracking down access and update records for systems on the station, starting with replicators, internal sensors and communications, and then looking for anything else in the same time frame:: Tarisa: Miana> I am waiting... Chirakis: ::Mimi:: Possibly. Alexis McFarland: For me to keel over and die? Hmm, not yet... Andrew Minard: ::in my bunk day dreaming of replicator stasis chambers and the like:: Scott Coleridge: A virus could still be the culprit… I'm just not certain it's consistent with the changes I saw to the replicator code. It looked like something that wasn't a virus trying hard to pretend to be a virus. Chirakis: They certainly do not seem random. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the boy who ate the chocolate bar, he seems fine too:: Scott Coleridge: If it's a remote operator... that implies someone has remote access to the station computer. Jylliene: ::looking for things that line up between the replicators, internal sensors, and communications:: Chirakis: Indeed it does. Jylliene: Could someone link in from the shipyard? Nijil tr'Korjata: Tarisa, my daughter wanted me to ask if Miana can have a sleepover at our place. I told her I would ask. Tarisa: Miana> Are you sure? You could still get sick. Johnson Kenyon: zzzz Dacia Sandero: ::makes it back to Sickbay and sighs. A few other doctors came back and said the same thing:: Jylliene: ::to Chirakis & Coleridge:: Scott Coleridge: ::Jylliene:: Yes, theoretically. Although I would be surprised that anyone with malicious intent could do that without Jorahl noticing. Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Possibly. I would believe that it would be someone closer. Alexis McFarland: I can always visit Dacia in the Sickbay if I do. I hope I don't. Tarisa: ::Tilts head a bit.:: I would have to ask her mother, but I doubt there would be a problem. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Ensign Minard begins feeling... lighter. Jylliene: ::nods, knowing that Jorahl Sees All:: Chirakis: ;::Scott:: Agreed.... Jylliene: Has anyone angered Jorahl lately? Johnson Kenyon: ::wakes suddenly:: Jylliene: ::slight grin:: Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Chief, what if someone is trying to starve us out / off the station. ::stands up and gets very dizzy:: Whoa Chirakis: Not that..... :::watching her coffee cup float up about an inch::: mimipavilion: ::nods, then looks at Kenyon:: Problems Mr. Kenyon Chirakis: Now, that makes no sense. Johnson Kenyon: ::stands:: Ma'am Johnson Kenyon: sorry. Just a little sleepy... ::reaches for coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::to himself:: I wonder if the artificial gravity plating is malfunctioning? Tarisa: +Minard+ That would seem excessive... ::Taking her copy from Nijil.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Holds his head :: I am finding it hard to concentrate Jylliene: ::adds the artificial gravity systems to the computer search:: Chirakis: :::Scott::: Where would these "glitches" have to originate? Johnson Kenyon: ::sips coffee and spits it out:: I forgot.... I hate the stuff... but it sure wakes me up Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Commander, I'm feeling a bit light headed at the moment. Scott Coleridge: The simplest way would be to have access to a computer terminal, of course. But that would also be the easiest for us to trace. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Chirakis: (Good one, Andrew) Scott Coleridge: I think if we're assuming we have a saboteur, they'll have found a less obvious point of entry into the system. Andrew Minard: (::blushes:: thanks!) Scott Coleridge: The problem is that once you have physical access to the station, there's really a large number of ways to hack into the computer if you can get past the security. Tarisa: +Minard+ Then report to sickbay, if you feel it necessary. ::Looking to Nijil.:: You might do the same. Chirakis: Shut down the computer system except for CnC? Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Aye. will do ::steps out of his quarters and into the corridor for some fresh air and a stroll:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am just tired, but also afraid this problem will keep me up. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Multiple decks across the station, including CnC, experience gravity plating malfunction. Everyone feels 20 to 50% lighter. Dropping objects becomes... interesting. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Did you get my last message, sir? the glitches have migrated to the emergency communications Jylliene: ::sighs:: Alexis McFarland: I feel funny.. what's happening? ::Drops her pencil:: Wooooow, look at that! mimipavilion: I think I'll stay here, to help monitor any possible medical emergencies. Johnson Kenyon: ::suddenly feels lighter and spills coffee on him:: Ouch! Scott Coleridge: If this is a saboteur, they must have a goal. Chirakis: ::not... happy as she begins to float::: Kahless... Johnson Kenyon: What the heck! Alexis McFarland: ::floating out of her chair:: Uh oh... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Either that our getting lost in my mountain of messages. mimipavilion: ::begins to float:: Ugh... Jylliene: ::watching the screen scroll as the computer continues to check:: Dacia Sandero: :feels the lightness as well:: What? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finds the floor feels slipperier than normal, takes a seat:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ something is affecting gravity Andrew Minard: ::becomes VERY apprehensive, remembering what happened to a Klingon Chancellor long time ago:: Jylliene: ::holds on to her seat:: Tarisa: Then I will leave you for now. But you should rest while you can. ::Steps out of his office. Feels like she is about to float a moment.:: Alexis McFarland: ::watches her eraser float by her:: Uhh... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Speaking of which. I am getting gravity generator malfunctions on at least a dozen levels. Tarisa: Miana> ::Holds onto Alexis and the table.:: Chirakis: 10:50 PM Alexis McFarland: ::holds onto Miana:: Aww man. Kinda fun though.. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Holds onto the console :: Great.. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm getting that too... I think we've no choice but to purge systems before something really bad happens Tarisa: ::Heads to Computer Sciences as quickly as she can.:: Andrew Minard: ::grabs for his cricket phaser and makes his way to Sickbay as best he can:: Annisha: :: Holds onto something :: Tae'Lynn Dran: Sabotaged replicators, lowered gravity. Sounds like someone is REALLY desperate to reach their diet goals. Scott Coleridge: Computer, restrict environmental systems controls to command level personnel and reset to defaults, authorization Coleridge Kappa-Lambda-Kappa. Chirakis: Computer> Compliance. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Gravity returns gradually to affected areas. Alexis McFarland: ::Falls back down in her chair:: Oof! Johnson Kenyon: ::slips on his spilled coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::flops down onto Medical's front door:: mimipavilion: ::drops back down:: Scott Coleridge: ::feels himself settle more into his seat:: Whew. Well that should prevent anyone from cutting life support too, assuming they don't have our command codes. But it's not a long-term solution, and we can't lockdown every system. Tarisa: Miana> ::Glad she was above her chair.:: Umph. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I've got to head to medical, but things are not getting any better Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: forgot his coffee mug drifted away earlier, then it spills on his uniform as gravity is restored :: Oh, what! Dacia Sandero: :::hears something flop:: What happened? You okay, mate? ::looks down at Minard and gets some orderlies to pick him up:: Johnson Kenyon: ::heading to Medical:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Captain, we can try to fix the affected systems, but if there is a single mind behind this, we're always going to be on the defensive. Andrew Minard: ::lays down on a biobed, holstering his cricket phaser:: I'm good, I just tripped on the deck Ma'am. Scott Coleridge: If we can try to figure out *why* they're causing seemingly random malfunctions, perhaps we can anticipate where they're going with this and set some kind of trap. Alexis McFarland: Ow, that was a hard landing. ::rubs her backside:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Do what au have to do. Jylliene: I'm trying to track down updates and access to the affected systems, to see if there's a common denominator. mimipavilion: I'd feel better being on the offensive Andrew Minard: ::Dacia:: I thought we'd be invaded Doc. Scott Coleridge: In the meanwhile, I suggest we restrict non-essential personnel's movement throughout the station and have security conduct sweeps of all restricted areas. It's possible someone is tapping into the computers through the EPS or ODN relays in a less-while-travelled area. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ We need to convene a meeting about these issues before it can't be followed. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I'm thinking we need a complete system reboot ::limping down the hall to Medical:: Tarisa: ::Gets the copies to Computer Sciences, suspending their other projects for the moment till they figure this out.:: Dacia Sandero: Invaded by whom? You okay? What're your symptoms? Jylliene: Maybe someone really, really wants us to welcome those thirty engineers. Chirakis: Given the circumstances, we can engage top level emergency protocols and shut down the station completely. Johnson Kenyon: ::entering SICKBAY:: Andrew Minard: :: Dacia:: I was feeling light headed after my "lunch" in the replimat. Chirakis: However, no one has been injured so far. Scott Coleridge: If we do that, though, we might force the saboteur's hand. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Perhaps, but the image may be damaged. Dacia Sandero: I see. Chirakis: Indeed we would. mimipavilion: At least not severely. Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::ushers Johnson to a bio bed:: Scott Coleridge: Right now, everything we've done has been consistent with damage control. As far as the saboteur knows, we still think this is some kind of terrible malfunction. Tarisa: ::Heading for CnC, but finds the lifts to be in lockdown.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Can't we get another image? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Security is ready when you are Captain. Just give the word. Johnson Kenyon: ::sitting in bio bed:: Dacia Sandero: ::Scans Andrew:: Is it due to exhaustion? How long have you been working? Chirakis: Thank you, Commander Cayne. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Hope it does not come down to martial law. :: raises a brow :: Dacia Sandero: Nurse> Exhaustion as well, I imagine? ::to Johnson:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to doctor Sandero:: I spilled coffee and slipped on it when the gravity returned to normal. I think I've sprained my ankle and may have a burn Chirakis: 10:58 PM Andrew Minard: ::Dacia:: I'm not used to heavy manual labor Doc. I'm a science officer. We've been dragging tools all over the starbase trying to help fix the replicators. Johnson Kenyon: ::to nurse:: that is a possibility Dacia Sandero: Oh dear. ::to Johnson:: We'll get you fixed up. ::to Andrew::: I know what you mean. They got you guys to the replicators too, eh? Johnson Kenyon: The worst of it is, the problem isn't fixed.. just migrated Chirakis: ::Cayne:: Security could easily send our culprit - if it is a culprit - elsewhere. Chirakis: (last words) Andrew Minard: Hahaha yeah. I think the station has a cold, either that or someone's trying to lay siege upon us. Dacia Sandero: ::Scans Andrew:: It looks like that's the case. Unless it was something you ate? But I don't think so with these readings. Scott Coleridge: ::realizes no one responded to Nijil's comm:: +Nijil+ Coleridge to Commander Korjata. Agreed that we need to meet. We here on the CnC have been having an... interesting... discussion. Dacia Sandero: Either option doesn't sound good. mimipavilion: I should probably switch medical to the backup generators until the situation is contained for the time being Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/18/19 - 11:00 PM Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: TBS will be until 4 pm for a command conference. Chirakis: Hopefully we will still be awake then. Chirakis: Commander Coleridge, comments? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... well done all. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  17. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 18 October 2019 26 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.147 TBS is 16 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. For the last 35 hours Aegis Engineering, with the assistance of USS Calgary, has been dealing with glitches throughout the station, the last of which are unreliable replicators. If the problem is not solved soon Aegis will have to begin distribution of distribute emergency supplies. Work shifts have gone from 4 hours to 2 hours. At sim begin, we hope that Engineering is coming close to fixing the problem.
  18. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 October 2019 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Most major systems have been repaired. Minor glitches are still driving us crazy, The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily and creates a spike in the fusion generators. All replicators go offline. Engineering is now struggling to pinpoint and rectify the problem. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Andrew Minard: ::standing at science station ii, tricorder at the ready:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::where she has been, tied up in one experiment or another:: Dacia Sandero: ::n medical, wrapping up her work:: Chirakis: ::CnC, monitoring the glitches as they glitch.::: Alexis McFarland: ::in the park with Miana and Annisha, feeling better after a nice long nap curled up with her friends:: Jylliene: ::Ops, displeased at the glitches and trying to generally keep tabs on things:: Chirakis: ;;without looking up:: Commander Kital, call for reports in all sections. Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa, Dran+ I'd like to take a look at the bulk storage containers in the cargo bays. I think there could be a problem. Alexis McFarland: ::awake by now and feeling hungry:: You guys hungry? Wanna head down to the food court to grab something to eat? Jylliene: +Eng, medical, security, science, tactical+ Status reports, all sections. mimipavilion: +jylliene+ Medical is a go. Chirakis: ::small sigh of relief knowing that medical is not a problem::: Jylliene: ::echoing that:: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Dacia says the replicators are still offline, but there are some places that cook their food and are unaffected. Tarisa: :;Had stepped into the lab.:: +Minard+ Oh? What sort of problem? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hits the auto reply which sends out enough data to show she's still alive:: Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Well, if the replicators are malfunctioning perhaps we might check on the raw mater suspensions as a possible source? Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the work order list:: Jylliene: +Med+ Copy that, doctor. Thank you. Tarisa: +Jylliene+ Sciences report ready. Jylliene: +Tarisa+ Copy, Science ready. Thank you. Dacia Sandero: ::taking stock of their supplies in case the replicators are offline for awhile:: Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of the lift::: Tarisa: +Minard+ I see. Proceed, but coordinate with a member of engineering. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Engineering aye. Andrew Minard: ::waits for the lift to open:: Johnson Kenyon: ::yawns:: ::thinking,this is getting old:: Chirakis: ::steps in front of the entering yeoman:: Is that a new type of.... doughnut: Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ Engineering is trying to keep up with the repairs, Ma'am... sorry for the late report Andrew Minard: +TL+ Deck 70 ::descends:: Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Do you have the power and supplies needed so far? Chirakis: Yeoman> No,ma'am. These are called fritters. Apple fritters. And this here is cheese danish. Jylliene: ((oo. Apple fritters.)) Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ Yes, Ma'am. We're just running ragged Johnson Kenyon: +Jyliene+ It's more tendius at this point Chirakis: :::slow nod::: And this change is because....? Jylliene: +Kenyon+ Copy that. Thank you. Keep up the good work. Tarisa: ::Enters the lab to check on Dran.:: Andrew Minard: ::steps out of the turbolift and heads down the corridor toward Main Engineering:: Johnson Kenyon: ::engineering is resetting the replicators one at a time:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Wide awake now, thanks to the nap.:: Jylliene: Engineering reports progress; slow, but progress nonetheless. Chirakis: Yeoman> The only thing the replicator will replicate. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working for many hours straight was taking its toll :: Alexis McFarland: You hungry Miana? We should get something to eat? Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Thank you, Commander. Yeoman, carry on. Annisha: :: Messaging several places, some were having issues with their replication system :: Chirakis: ::she watches the yeoman set them next to the coffee, which is actually coffee this time:::: Andrew Minard: ::reads a side panel, it's the engineering duty schedule:: Jylliene: Still awaiting security report. Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods.:: Mmhmm Andrew Minard: Let's see ::to himself:: who's on duty... Johnson Kenyon: ::sees Andrew Minard:: Sorry... I've got everyone I can spare working Chirakis: ::looks to Cdr Cayne::: Commander, poke Lt Garand for a report, please. Annisha: Great, the bugs the Ferengi eat are not affected.. Johnson Kenyon: A skeleton crew is sleeping for the next shift Alexis McFarland: I know there's some restaurants that cook their food, so they shouldn't be affected. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye +Garand+ Requesting an update on any security issues. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Oh well my Chief wanted me to let you know I'm going to make an inspection of the raw bulk storage in the cargo bays. I just don't know where to begin. Johnson Kenyon: True, but many of those have ingredients that they replicate Annisha: Yeah, but they replicate their ingredients. Johnson Kenyon: Raw bulk storage? You need someone to take you there? Alexis McFarland: Mmm. I hope there's some left then. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going over the subroutines and database of the replicator.. wondering if a pointer is pointing to the wrong thing, or the same thing...coffee :: Andrew Minard: I'd like to know where the most vulnerable areas are. Alexis McFarland: But that was a nice nap. I feel a lot better now. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I have 3 replicators ready to be reinitialized Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: vulnerable in what way? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Let me know the results. I am still looking over the headers Chirakis: ::wanders slowly toward Jylliene, muttering::: One would hope that Starfleet would send their 30 new engineers more quickly. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Ah, sir. I'll have the technicians try them one at a time Andrew Minard: ::taps on a side panel:: Here are the organic stasis chambers. Could they be vulnerable to spoilage? And in turn may that have an effect on the replicators? Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Have they responded lately? Jylliene: Unless we end up overwhelmed with engineers trying to engineer things that don't need engineered just to keep themselves busy. Chirakis: Good point. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ :: An exasperated Nijil speaks over the comm :: I recommend taking the transporters offline. I think there is a link with replication and rematerialization. I don't want to transport to another place as a coffee mug Jylliene: Engineers need projects. Johnson Kenyon: ::;looks at Minard:: Organic stasis chambers are not on the same system as the replicators, or are you concerned about their power? Jylliene: ::ponders that:: He wouldn't steal the blankets if he's on a counter, admittedly. Johnson Kenyon: (Hey... I resemble that!!) Jylliene: +Nijil+ How long will they be down? Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: The raw food stock used by the replicators to make food, sir. Chirakis: ::thinks for only a moment::: Very well, Commander Korjata. Make it so. Just be sure there are none in the transporter when you shut it down. Alexis McFarland: ::heads down to the food court with her friends:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ I have a team bringing a test canister to the main transporter room. Jylliene: +Nijil+ As per the captain, go ahead. Keep us posted. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Maybe I don't understand how replicators work, but I actually believe it is a matter-energy conversion with a coded buffer pattern... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ If only my nightmares would fit into the transporter buffer. Jylliene: As per the group of engineers, I've not heard any more recent updates. Chirakis: +USS Calgary+ stand by for transport shutdown. Johnson Kenyon: ::approving requests to reinitialize the replicators:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ The transporter team is in place. Andrew Minard: So how can I help you restore the replicators to functional capacity? Alexis McFarland: ::looks around to see what's open:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: We Chirakis: ;;nods to Jylliene::: Proceed with caution. Annisha: :: Tries her replicator :: Oh oh, I'm getting a drink. :: Takes the cup and looks inside :: What is this? :: sips :: oh bitter bitter Jylliene: +Nijil+ Go ahead with all caution. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: we're acting under the assumption that a power surge has caused the malfunction. We are taking them off-line to see if they work. Alexis McFarland: ::frowns:: Is it supposed to be bitter? Chirakis: Action> Not many stores or eating places are open and those that are have strange food. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: There are 2 in Main Engineering over there ::points:: if you want to take a look Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Yes, I saw the lights flickering earlier. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+Transporter Team+ Go ahead with test 1... Andrew Minard: OK will do sir. ::opens his tricorder and reconfigures to biological settings:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: So... the assumption is that the power surge has somehow been captured in the relays, causing them to stay online or otherwise not reset Nijil tr'Korjata: :: The test canister transports to his location, somewhere on the station :: Hmmm Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: alright ::still examining the replicator carefully:: why would a power surge produce duplicate replication? Tarisa: ::Looking over the Life Science labs.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Frowns as she gets hungry.:: Alexis McFarland: Aww. There's not much here and none of these look appetizing Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: My guess is the buffer failed to reset and the pattern repeated itself Andrew Minard: Maybe it's a computer problem? mimipavilion: ::wanders from her office to main medical to look around:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds the bio-canister filled with...coffee :: Dacia Sandero: ::eating a granola bar:: Andrew Minard: Could there be a virus in the pattern transmission or storage system? Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: What's your background? ::tapping on a console:: I'm happy to guide you, but it's real busy right now Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ First test failed. Seems the buffer was reconfigured to dematerialize as coffee. Glad I didn't have anywhere to go. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: Astrophysics sir. Johnson Kenyon: ::gets the word that the reinitialization failed to fix the problem:: Jylliene: ::reviews supplies listings:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Nijil here. Send a message to my parents asking if there is any foodstuffs they can deliver to us. Jylliene: ::looks over the list of stored emergency rations:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Physics and engineering are not that different... and, yes, if you are good with computers, you could see if there is a problem with a computer virus Chirakis: ::Jylliene::: Inform the crew that emergency food is not to be used unless verified by Dr Pavilion. Have Lt Garand place guards around the emergency food. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::finishing compilation of one experiments results and already into another one, sorting seedling:: Johnson Kenyon: ::tapping the console, shakes head:: The first tests failed to fix the problem Jylliene: Yes ma'am. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+Minard+ I think we need to wipe every replicator on the station, reset to the base program, then start them up again. But we have to wipe them all before we reset or this issue will spread to them all. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ I just got the message that the reinitialization failed.... I'm going to isolate one of the replicators to see if that will help Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: We could pull the materialization chips and set one up in the computer lab. Jylliene: ::Sends the message on to Garand for guards for the food:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Roger that. I'll send word to the staff to get that going Alexis McFarland: Hmm... Jylliene: ::then full crew message re. hands off the emergency food unless okayed by Doctor Pavilion:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ Ration bars anyone? I am suggesting we wipe each and every replicator, then once they are all wiped install the base replication program.. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: I've got my orders, but you're free to take one of the replicators and do that Alexis McFarland: I wonder what we're gonna eat? I think we have some leftover food in my quarters. Andrew Minard: If it is a virus, I think the science department can isolate it, and investigate. Dacia Sandero: ::glad she took a lot of stuff from the Aegis anniversary party:: Andrew Minard: +Nijil+ Yes Commander. absolutely Annisha: ::: Thinks of Miana :: Nah... Jylliene: ::prepares for the possible influx of food orders from restaurants after this:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+, ::Minard::The problem is how do we do wipe all of them simultaneous and reset the base program at once? Alexis McFarland: Hmm? Tarisa: Miana> ::Sneezes:: Chirakis: (Share, Dacia) Tae'Lynn Dran: ::places the last seedling into the incubator:: Alexis McFarland: Bless you.. mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office and sees a 'new message'::to self:: Oh yay. I'm in charge of food rationing. Dacia Sandero: (lol, sure) Andrew Minard: ::pulls out the materialization chips and downloads the programs into my tricorder just before they are wiped:: Tarisa: ::Walks over to Dran's side, watching her work.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ It will take some hours to reach each and every replicator. If we miss one this will not work. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Jylliene: ::sends the message out to Nijil's parents:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::turns:: AH! ::totally unaware of her surroundings:: I didn't see you. Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ so we're going to do it by hand? I estimate 72 hours Andrew Minard: +Nijil+::Kenyon:: Pull out all the chips, set the replicators to wipe? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Oh, and the wine... the one with my picture on it.. get some of that. Tarisa: ::Flinches a little, then smiles.:: Sorry. New project? Jylliene: ::blinks:: ...with his picture on it? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Without killing our staff, that's about right Andrew Minard: Replace each isolinear chip manually and use a power converted to wipe each replicator? Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: No, pull up one of the engineering manuals on the replicators.. there's a protocol for doing ti Jylliene: ::sends the requested message:: Chirakis: ::hearing Nijil, she shakes her head at Jylliene::: Andrew Minard: ::taps the screen and starts to read:: Jylliene: ::cancels the requested message:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Yes. Testing seedlings in some soil samples taken from around the sector. Chirakis: ::steps toward her, saying quietly:: If we are to have a rationing program, it must be for everyone. Otherwise, it might result in chaos. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of Nijil's Best, each bottle lovingly dropped on a soft surface before being placed in a very bio-bed looking case :: Tarisa: To see which is the most viable for planting? Jylliene: ::nods:: Chirakis: I doubt that the Korjatas have enough to furnish the entire station. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Actually, we're going to need your help on this one.... You see you need to have a isolinear spanner to reset it the memory and there is a series of codes you do to restore to the base program Jylliene: I will need to see one of those bottles eventually, though. Chirakis: ::nod:: Indeed you will. Chirakis: At the moment, however, it may create chaos. Jylliene: Just out of curiosity. Is it an infant picture, or some current image? I'm not sure which would be more unusual. Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: I can get some spanners and pull a few science technicians to help. Jylliene: ::nods:: Of course. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves next to Minard:: Make sure you take a PADD to guide you. It will also help if you have any problems along the way. Andrew Minard: Very good. Thanks. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: That's a good idea. However, we'd need them all to come here and teach them Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ There are tools to reset the replicator. Jylliene: +Nijil+No on the request to the family. Unless they have enough stores to feed the entire station. Andrew Minard: +Jylliene+ Commander, please where are the isolinear spanners located? Tae'Lynn Dran: Partially. The seeds also are engineered to grown in certain ways according to soil characteristics. An honest way to tell a fuller story of the soils history and makeup. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: This is engineering, we have stocks of tools Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I need to coordinate a few technicians from our department to help with the wiping of the replicators Ma'am. Jylliene: +Minard+ Supply locker B. ::sends map:: mimipavilion: Loxil>::checking the food status of the Jeth Dabi family and making the next week’s grocery list:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Na as my folks can't or did the Captain overrule? Johnson Kenyon: ::walks over to the tool lockers and pulls out a set of tools, puts it in a bag and gives it to Minard:: Jylliene: +Nijil+ Overruled. Tarisa: Ah. Very interesting. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Just replicate the too... nevermind. Scratch that. Cargo bay seven should have a supply. Andrew Minard: ::takes the bag dropping it to the floor:: Wow this is heavy! Tarisa: ::Pauses:: +Minard+ Wiping? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ A lot of tools are out, but there are plenty left by now. Tae'Lynn Dran: ::hearing the comm:: Wiping the replicators? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ Ah, the no food vs some food. They will probably get something and head here... mystery vegetables Jylliene: ::starts making a supply request list to restock based on anticipated usage.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ Mr. Minard suggests we deputize some of the Science staff to serve as engineering support Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Commander Nijil and Lt. Kenyon have volunteered me and a few technicians, if possible to wipe the operating systems of all replicators and reinitialize their base programs. Chirakis: ::moves away:: +Chirakis to Calgary+ Any progress? Johnson Kenyon: +Nijil+ We could group them with the engineering staff and give them some training to do this. Tarisa: This is becoming quite the task... ::Frowns.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::taps console:: Computer, how many food replicators do we have on the station? Chirakis: ::nods as she listens to Calgary's engineering report;:: Chirakis: 10:55 PM Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I also downloaded the infected program for further analysis ma'am. Annisha: :: Gets a message from her father :: Look at this: Fancy adventure aboard the station? Ever wish au could be an engineer? Help your father wipe replicator memories an earn engineering credits... Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ I think our computer lab could investigate the cause of the problem. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at Annisha's PADD:: What's an engineering credit? Tarisa: +Minard+ I will get with Computer Sciences to assist. Annisha: I have no idea, but it sounds lame. Alexis McFarland: kekeke.. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Thanks Commander. ::picks up the heavy bag and a few PADDS in order to distribute them with instructions:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Never trusted replicators. Chirakis: :::checks the chrono::: Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: Over here for a moment Chirakis: ;;wondering if they will last through the night::: Andrew Minard: ::puts the bag's handle in his teeth:: Aye sir. ::steps over:: Johnson Kenyon: ::Mindard:: Why don't we get you science types grouped with an engineer to teach you on the job Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Unfortunately without them, we can not sustain food supplies for the station. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Goes to wipe one replicator :: Replicator: I see au want to wipe all replicator memory. This cannot be undone? Continue? Yes/No Andrew Minard: ::Kenyon:: I can only vouch for 2 technicians and myself, Tarisa can approve more if necessary. Johnson Kenyon: ::Minard:: I'm fine with that, but have them report here and I'll route them to some good trainers Chirakis: ::turns to Cayne:: Having had this semi-catastrophe, we must be prepared for the worst case scenario. Chirakis: (last words) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Security are being positioned across the station at the appropriate locations. Tae'Lynn Dran: Well, I do have fast growing seeds in storage. Instant garden just for such emergencies. Chirakis: Excellent. Nijil tr'Korjata: One down, thousands to go... Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 10/11/19 - 11:01 PM Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Good work. Chirakis: TBS will bring us to 10 am the next day, and we will have worked through the night. Chirakis: Comments, Commander Cayne? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Where's my coffee? I left it right here. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No comments Chirakis: Okay. Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: bad replication event, commander Jylliene: ? Chirakis: Jylliene Jylliene: How many of the replicators can we assume have been done by sim start? Jylliene: During the tbs Chirakis: How ever many are decided. Chirakis: it's difficult to put a number on something like that Johnson Kenyon: 20% Chirakis: sounds good Nijil tr'Korjata: Time could be variable if an army of people wiped them for us. Chirakis: Indeed. Chirakis: We can discuss this after dismissal. If you would like to stay and talk, please do. Chirakis: Otherwise... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  19. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 11 October 2019 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 6 hours. The time is 1700 hours (5:00 pm) Aegis Local. Most major systems have been repaired, but minor glitches are another story and, unfortunately, are of the most aggravating kind. Replicators began to duplicate Dr Sandero’s coffee. Reports of renegade replicators pour in from throughout the station. The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily creates a spike in the fusion generators. All replicators go offline. Engineering is now struggling to pinpoint and rectify the problem.
  20. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 10/4/19 - 10:04 PM=/\= 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering is still in the process of fixing system malfunctions. Red alert klaxons have been silenced, doors will now open, lifts are working, communications have been restored, and tactical scanning systems are fully functional. USS Calgary is in close orbit. Its task force is farther out, keeping a close watch on the area. Mr. Kenyon will be rejoining us in engineering. Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Andrew Minard: ::at science station 1 in CnC:: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: Scott Coleridge: ::on the CnC, sorting through complaints from civilian representatives, sighs:: Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the repair logs, trying to figure out what the heck is going on:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Alexis McFarland: ::in school, struggling to stay awake:: Andrew Minard: ::watching the long range passive sensor sweeps moving along on his screen:: Scott Coleridge: ::sighs again, tosses a PADD on top of the console and stands up to stretch:: Scott Coleridge: ::passes by the science station:: Ensign... Minard, is it? Annisha: :: Listening to the teacher :: Andrew Minard: Yes sir. Scott Coleridge: Where did you end up when we went into lockdown? Alexis McFarland: ::starts to nod off again:: Andrew Minard: I was stuck in my quarters. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Lt Kenyon to Chief Engineer Scott Coleridge: Lucky. I was trapped in a turbolift between decks. Which would have been fine. Except my companion was a Bolian who'd had Mexican cuisine for dinner…. Andrew Minard: ::raises eyebrows:: It was a bit harrowing sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ Korjata here. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I'm in Main Engineering. How can I help? Scott Coleridge: I can imagine. Scott Coleridge: What are you working on right now? Andrew Minard: Well... Stellar Cartography is performing an experiment on planetary systems. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am in ventilation control on the lower decks. Andrew Minard: We can put it on the back burner if need be Commander. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns as she tries to listen in class. She didn't sleep well last night.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Looks like the station is suffering from a series of major malfunctions Tarisa: ::Steps of the lift and onto CnC.:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Reading up on Ragor Tal :: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ any theories as to what caused it? Scott Coleridge: No, just curious. I'm just distracting myself from complaints about ::looks down at the other PADD in his hand:: "the lockdown meant that my dinner went cold." Alexis McFarland: ::Looks around the classroom, a lot of the other kids also didn't seem to sleep well last night either:: Scott Coleridge: ::sees Tarisa enter:: Commander, welcome back. I was just telling Ensign Minard about my harrowing hour spent locked in a turbolift with a Bolian with an upset stomach Scott Coleridge: I hear you escaped your quarters? Dacia Sandero: ::not normally a coffee drinker, but she sure is one today as she sips on her third or fourth since her shift started:: Johnson Kenyon: +bringing up the holographic display of the station mimipavilion: Teacher>::finishes her lesson and lets the children go home to get some sleep:: Alexis McFarland: Yay! Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The logs are taking a long time to parse. Andrew Minard: Ah, yes sir. ::pulls the data up on his monitor:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Doesn't that mean that something is interfering or otherwise taking a lot of processing power? Alexis McFarland: ::goes to Maina and Annisha:: Andrew Minard: ::doing a little research into the current set of experiments by Stellar Cartography, burying his head into the console:: Tarisa: ::Smiles.:: That must have been interesting. ::Nods.:: I did. Though engineering may want to come look at my door panel. Scott Coleridge: ACTION> The replicator near Dacia replicates her another coffee without it being requested. Tarisa: Miana> ::Is a happy little kitteh.:: Dacia Sandero: Huh? Oh sweet. ::takes the coffee from the replicator:: Alexis McFarland: Let's go.. ::smiles:: Scott Coleridge: I'm sure they'll add it to the list. Scott Coleridge: There are days I miss being in charge of engineering... and then there's days like this. Scott Coleridge: ::glances at the PADD in his hand:: Although... ::reads out:: "The lockdown was a terrible inconvenience to me and my pet Stubbs. Stubbs was terrified by the alarm sounds. Can't you change them?" Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Perhaps we should reboot the primary computer core? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am not about to do that yet. It may only buy us a bit of time until these failures happen again. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ We need to keep those protocols close at hand. Alexis McFarland: ::takes Miana's hand as they leave, and leans on Annisha to support herself from falling over:: Tarisa: ::Grins.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ That's why you're the chief. I'll do what I can to direct the repairs from here Andrew Minard: ::tries to ignore the memory of the lockdown and return to his regular duties:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns:: We should find a place to take a nap. Dacia Sandero: Did I replicate another one by mistake? I guess so.. ::sips the coffee:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Dacia's replicator makes another coffee. Alexis McFarland: Maybe the park? I like sleeping under that big oak tree Dacia Sandero: What the? Tarisa: Miana> ::nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the hologram flicker:: Dacia Sandero: ::looks at the replicator and calls out to Mimi:: I think the replicator's on the fritz. Scott Coleridge: ::leaves Tarisa and Minard to their work and returns to his station:: Dacia Sandero: ::takes out the other coffee:: mimipavilion: ::hears Dacia and walks over to her:: On the fritz? Dacia Sandero: The replicator. It keeps replicating cups of coffee. Dacia Sandero: But I only requested one mimipavilion: Odd. ::to computer:: Computer, run a diagnostic on this replicator. Andrew Minard: ::his face enlightened by the results of one of the experiment, gives a curious expression:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting more reports of repair issues :: Great... Scott Coleridge: Computer> ::Mimi:: The replicator is working within normal parameters. Dacia Sandero: I guess this is better than a red alert klaxon at midnight Johnson Kenyon: ::shaking his head:: we need to isolate these darned malfunctions and reset them system by system mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: of course. Tarisa: ::Walks over to the SCI console.:: Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Just observing some of Stellar Cartography Andrew Minard: 's results Ma'am Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Dacia's replicator replicates TWO cups of coffee. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. Tarisa: Any good results? Alexis McFarland: ::heads to the park, and finds the oak tree:: I cannot make it all the way to my quarters. Johnson Kenyon: :directs engineering staff to disconnect power one system at a time, enough to reset the systems and reinitialize them... then to report back:: mimipavilion: I'm going to send a malfunction request to CnC ::sees two cups of coffee:: Well then... Andrew Minard: They seem to have driven all the planets in one system into the central star. Wholly unexpected. Dacia Sandero: At least it's not bad coffee. ::sips the coffee:: mimipavilion: ::goes to her office and sends a malfunction request to CnC:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am getting more reports of repairs needed across the station. Alexis McFarland: ::Lies down under the shade of the tree:: So tired... Scott Coleridge: Ops> ::receives a malfunction report from sickbay about the replicator, forwards it to the engineering repair task queue:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I can only think of a few things that would cause this. Some sort of power fluctuation or a computer virus Tarisa: Miana> ::plops down under the tree.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ I'm directing the staff to try resetting things by disconnecting the power system by system.... it will take longer, but hopefully we'll know Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Interesting. Alexis McFarland: ::Curls up next to Miana, yawns:: Andrew Minard: ::stands up:: Commanders anyone for coffee? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ The system is sweeping for rogue programs. Tarisa: :;Shakes head.:: I do not drink coffee. Scott Coleridge: Normally I would go for tea... Dacia Sandero: I'm sure the nurses and doctors will appreciate the malfunction. Dacia Sandero: ::Watches a few walk past to get some free coffee:: Andrew Minard: ::Coleridge, Tarisa:: Tea service coming right up. ::high tails it to the side lounge:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> All the replicators on the station simultaneously replicate Dacia's cup of coffee. The combined power draw causes the lights to flicker momentarily and a spike in the fusion generators. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing the flickering lights and the cups of coffee appear at the replicators in Engineering:: Tarisa: ::Perks up as lights flicker.:: Johnson Kenyon: What the? Scott Coleridge: ::looks around:: Hmm. Alexis McFarland: ::looks at the flickering lights:: What was that? mimipavilion: ::looks at the lights:: Seriously? Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Do you suspect this might be caused by our gremlin friends? Scott Coleridge: Ops> Sir, getting reports of power fluctuations … sudden momentary draw from the... replicator systems? Andrew Minard: ::walks into the lounge seeing a cup of coffee being replicated at a side alcove, looks puzzled, notices the lights flicker:: Hmm Dacia Sandero: Oh wow. There's coffee in every replicator. Johnson Kenyon: ::moving to the food replicators and disconnecting the power:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I am getting replicator malfunctions, meaning some of the more non-essential systems are being affected. Alexis McFarland: But I don't want a coffee. ::looks at the replicator in the park nearest them:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ which is where you would put a Trojan virus? Scott Coleridge: +Engineering+ Coleridge to engineering. Tarisa: Miana> Ew Andrew Minard: ::recycles the coffee and begins to replicate 3 hot teas:: Scott Coleridge: ACTION> Minard's replicator is, like all replicators, now offline. Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ This is Main Engineering, go ahead Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ One does not want to walk a great distance only to find out they were going the wrong way. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ Lieutenant, we just had the lights flicker up here and a power spike in the replicator systems. Report. Andrew Minard: Oh my +Tarisa+ the Lounge replicator is malfunctioning ma'am Tarisa: +Andrew+ Seems they all are. Annisha: :: The display on the teacher's board started to malfunction :: Andrew Minard: ::returns to the CnC:: Johnson Kenyon: +Coleridge+ yes, sir. I'm getting the same report throughout the station. We're not sure if there is a virus or some sort of power malfunction. We are attempting to isolate and diagnose now Alexis McFarland: ::clutches Miana:: I hope this isn't a bad feeling or anything. ::at the park:: Andrew Minard: Sorry about the tea sirs. Scott Coleridge: +Kenyon+ I see. ::massages his forehead:: Keep me apprised. Coleridge out. Tarisa: Miana> ::Curls up, putting her head on Alexis' shoulder:: Things are breaking. Scott Coleridge: ::thinking that maybe those 30 extra engineers they have coming isn't such a bad idea at the moment:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Joining the call between Coleridge and Kenyon+ Korjata here. I think we need to power the station down. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ The whole station? For how long? Alexis McFarland: Yeah, it's not good. But I'm sure Annisha's dad is on it. Andrew Minard: ::takes his position at science station two, brings the internal sensors to active:: Alexis McFarland: ::glances at Annisha::.. who I really don't envy right now Annisha: Oh....yeah... Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Depends on what's wrong, but a few hours at the most. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata and Coleridge+ ::listening and thinking, we'd be vulnerable to attack:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Unless au with to have the number of issues increase. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ A few hours? That's not feasible. Not to mention the panic it would create right after the unexpected lockdown. Andrew Minard: ::scans the station with internal sensors from the bottom deck up:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Then we will have to tackle the problems one at a time. Scott Coleridge: +Nijil+ What if we evacuated and powered down individual sections of the station on a rolling basis over a few days? Would that achieve your goal? Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Perhaps we could reroute power to another system isolated from the main Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Ma'am, are we hosting any unusual life forms, or have we recently? Tarisa: :;Frowns at the idea of everything being shut down.:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ I'm skeptical on that approach, sir. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Sections are not the issues. I'll have to turn off, say, all replication systems and reset them, then other systems Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Speaking of which, we'll need to get the replicators back as soon as possible or else we're going to have a very hungry station soon. Tarisa: ::Thinks.:: We did have a group of...I believe security calls them gremlins that were in the lower decks. But they have been relocated. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+ Coleridge+ Which is why we might be able to isolate specific systems on a temporary power source and see if that fixes the problem Andrew Minard: Ah, we're they completely corporeal or something almost totally biological? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Bottom line, as humans are fond of saying, is we don't exactly know what is affecting the systems. We would have to take a system across the station offline and start a diagnosis. Perhaps repair the issue, perhaps do a reset. Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ I agree that this issue appears to be bigger than a single glitch and needs a more holistic approach. If disabling specific systems is the way to go, we can make that work. Tarisa: ::Curious look.:: Biological. Have you discovered something? mimipavilion: ::looks over reports:: Andrew Minard: No ma'am, however, gremlins tend to have certain "unknown" qualities at times. Alexis McFarland: ::leans on Annisha and still holds Miana as she begins to drift off to sleep:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ I can start setting up some temporary power and computer relays for certain systems. Even set them to auxiliary power supplies and see if we get localized repair Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Very well, but we can't do this haphazardly. Come up with a detailed plan of how you want to approach this--which systems, which order, time estimates, so you can present it to me. I'll need to know what we're getting ourselves into and brief the department heads before I sign off on anything. Annisha: Who thought a glitchy board would be so fun. Andrew Minard: At least when you look at the exobiological record. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs as she falls asleep.:: Alexis McFarland: glitchy... Alexis McFarland: ::zzz:: Johnson Kenyon: ::tired of talking over people, decides to listen and await orders:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Coleridge+Kenyon+ Will take a few hours to draw up a plan and simulate it. Dacia Sandero: The replicators don't work? They must've took them offline to fix them. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Not if I do one replicator first to see if she works Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Understood. See if you can patch the replicator subsystem temporarily. I'm already knee-deep in complaints as it is. Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Perhaps we should examine one or more of them more closely and include the entire EM Spectrum, no? Annisha: :: Turns to them :: Au guys not get enough sleep? Alexis McFarland: ::mumbles:: No...the red alert alarms were too loud. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ We'll keep you advised. Scott Coleridge: +Korjata+Kenyon+ Lt. Kenyon, if your examination of the replicators yields anything that could speed up the repairs that would help immensely. Just remember: the larger the scope of your solution, the more I need to know before I can approve it. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Kenyon+ I think we may need a long lunch for this. Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: I will not be approaching one of them... You will need to contact Dr. Pavilion if you wish to examine them. Scott Coleridge: ((5 minute warning)) Dacia Sandero: :;treats some people with minor earaches from the klaxons:: Dacia Sandero: ::notably some Ferengi dudes:: Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Will let you know of the status as we go Tarisa: Miana> :;Mumbling, with her eyes closed.:: loud... Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Forgive my ignorance of the previous situation, do you think they could be the cause of these malfunctions? Tarisa: I do not believe so. They had other instructions. Tarisa: But it is possible. Andrew Minard: ::Cmdr. Taris:: Perhaps I should check on the bulk biological matter storage tanks. Johnson Kenyon: +Korjata+Coleridge+ Chief, I think I misunderstood you earlier. You want a plan in-place and approved first? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::sort of assumes we'll have a replicator from which to make lunch:: Scott Coleridge: ((Last words)) Johnson Kenyon: ::getting some engineering crew in Main engineering to set up a one replicator isolation and trial:: Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: If it's the replicators, then it could begin at the start. ::gets his tricorder ready:: Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Scott Coleridge: 10/4/19 Andrew Minard: ::paused:: Scott Coleridge: I, for one, am just thankful it was Dacia's coffee the replicators chose to get stuck on and not something more... unusual. Scott Coleridge: Well done, everyone. Andrew Minard: thank you sir Johnson Kenyon: ::wink:: Dacia Sandero: lol Scott Coleridge: We'll go with a TBS of 6 hours, bringing us to 1700 hours. Hopefully engineering will have a tentative plan in place. Scott Coleridge: I'm sure between now and then everyone will have a lot to mull over with these strange malfunctions affecting their workday. Johnson Kenyon: I agree Alexis McFarland: yess Scott Coleridge: Captain Chirakis is lurking on her phone... please feel free to chime in! While waiting for that, any other questions from the crew? Dacia Sandero: Nope Andrew Minard: I'm sure it will be an unusual dinner LOL Scott Coleridge: All right, that's all from me. Everyone dismissed! Have a good week. Chirakis: ::lurk:: Dacia Sandero: Goodnight! Andrew Minard: "all I can get out of this replicator is Petrokian sausage!" Johnson Kenyon: it's a lurker! Andrew Minard: ::drinks the sausage juice:: Chirakis: Thank you Commander College for stepping up to the plate. Or the ice. Alexis McFarland: Daddy would you like some sausage? Johnson Kenyon: you know I don't like Sausage! Andrew Minard: ice captain? Alexis McFarland: NHL season just started Wednesday? Chirakis: After all, he is a Canadian. Andrew Minard: doh Johnson Kenyon: I'll see ya'll next week Tarisa: night night Scott Coleridge: I'm a Canadian who doesn't watch hockey . Alexis McFarland: :O Andrew Minard: sacre bleu! Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm an American that does not watch football Alexis McFarland: We're 2-0.. We beat Columbus Chirakis: Ah. Then the snow? Alexis McFarland: No snow yet... here anyway. They had some in Alberta Andrew Minard: I hated sports when i was young Andrew Minard: now i love baseball and football, basketball not so much Nijil tr'Korjata: I'm off to get a drink. Night all mimipavilion: night all see ya next week Alexis McFarland: I liked basketball last year . Goodnight! Andrew Minard: 2018, who won? Scott Coleridge: Chirakis, just sent you an email since I know you're probably having trouble using the chat fully on mobile. Alexis McFarland: The Raptors eh Andrew Minard: lol Andrew Minard: woot! Chirakis: Good night to all who are leaving. Hopefully I will be back in the saddle next week. Chirakis: Very well done Commander. Andrew Minard: good night all Scott Coleridge: I'm also off. Hit me up by email if you need anything! Chirakis: Thank you, Commander.
  21. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 4 October 2019 25 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.146 TBS is 10 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Engineering is still in the process of fixing system malfunctions. Red alert klaxons have been silenced, doors will now open, lifts are working, communications have been restored, and tactical scanning systems are fully functional. USS Calgary is in close orbit. Its task force is farther out, keeping a close watch on the area.
  22. Just Another Day at the Office Chirakis Kirel, Captain, SI-5 Kelly DeVoll, Captain, USS Calgary At 2330 Aegis local, most personnel on station were resting in their quarters. Since USS Calgary seldom patrolled this area of the border, Kirel and Captain Kelly DeVoll had been spending a few hours of relaxation in her office to catch up while enjoying a vintage ale. Until all hell broke loose. Just before midnight Red Alert klaxons cut through the relative silence of Command and Control. Chirakis bolted out of her office, calling for a SITREP from Lt Sykowski, Officer of the Watch. “Red Alert went off, Captain,” Sykowski explained, stymied, as the rest of the watch scrambled to rectify the situation. “No idea why. Can't get it to stop.” While CnC operators struggled to solve the problem, Kirel drew her blade, flung it toward the klaxon, and shattered it. “Problem solved,” she said, turning toward Sykowski. “Carry on, Lieutenant,” she snapped as she and DeVoll searched for other problems… and there were quite a few. Eventually Aegis’s engineers along with those from Calgary collaborated to restore the station’s alarm system. By 0236 the captains retreated to Kirel’s office, refreshed their drinks, and contacted Rendezvous October. “I hear you have an interesting method of silencing a klaxon." SI-6 Director Jin Raza grinned as his image filled the office viewscreen. Kirel shrugged as she relaxed in her chair. "Everyone, including our engineers, were on lockdown. The least I could do is muffle the noise." Kelly gave a snort as he put his empty glass aside. "It was target practice, Kirel. And you know it." "One must practice skills every now and then," she retorted, refilling their glasses, "and tossing a dagger is no easy task." A somewhat grumbling Admiral Solokov, Commanding Officer of Rendezvous October, appeared next to Raza. His thinning gray hair was somewhat ruffled. The collar of a robe replaced his usually impeccable uniform. "You are tossing daggers and you imbibe at this hour, Captain?" "And a good morning to you, Admiral." Kirel smirked. "I would share, but you are not quite close enough. Perhaps next time?" That elicited a grunt as the admiral adjusted his chair several times, muttering something about the last occupant's lack of protocol. Captain Raza did his best to ignore him knowing that the admiral would rather do it himself than be "treated like an old man". But it's hard to ignore a grumbling admiral, especialloy at 0300. "There. Finally," he said, settling in then accepting strong coffee from his yeoman. "So… Kirel, Kelly. What's going on that brings us together at this hour? And what time is it anyway?" "0300, Admiral," Kirel replied. The more coffee he drank, the more the admiral took on a contemplative, relaxed expression. "And when did your situation begin?" "At 2347, Admiral." He gave another grunt and thought a while as the yeoman refilled his mug. “Very well. Tell me what happened and how it might affect October.” “We experienced a sudden outburst of Red Alert when there was none. The system broadcast it throughout the station, which, as you know, is not general protocol. Every room on station, including CnC, went to lockdown. No one could enter, nor could they leave. They were essentially trapped. Internal and external communications became dysfunctional for a period, then a few became functional, then dysfunctional. Most of all, our tactical scanning system went down.” “Your tactical scanning system….” Solokov mused. He considered that for a moment, frowned, waved off his yeoman, then turned to Raza. “Does all that sound familiar, Jin?” “Indeed it does, Admiral. Kirel. Kelly.” Raza turned to face them. “Send us information on all ships that were in the vicinity at that time. If this happens again, scan all ships in the vicinity and send us that information. In the meantime, be vigilant.”
  23. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/27/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 24 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.145 TBS is 9 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 PM) Aegis Local. Charlie Watch is on duty (7:00 pm to 1:00 am). USS Calgary is in close orbit as a precaution after the Megalodon incident. Calgary's Captain Kelly DeVoll is with Captain Chirakis in her office. Ordnance Disposal is sweeping decks 187 to 189. Starfleet Security has confirmed that the planet Drakel'a is an Alien Alliance base. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Andrew Minard: ::sleeping soundly in his quarters:: mimipavilion: ::in her quarters:: Chirakis: ::in her office with Cpt DeVoll as they discuss several things::: Dacia Sandero: ::watching some stupid sappy rom-com on Fed Flix:: Alexis McFarland: ::lying in her bed, playing with her PADD:: Tarisa: Miana> ::In her bed, getting ready to doze off.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::having a really bad dream about PT with security::: Andrew Minard: ::a low gurgling sound from the aquarium and light snoring can be heard:: Dacia Sandero: ::eating some ice cream out of the bucket:: Fletcher Jackson: :::rolls back and forth in his bunk, groaning::: Chirakis: (the gallon bucket?) Dacia Sandero: (Ben & Jerry's size.. Dacia didn't experience a breakup or anything..) Chirakis: (Good to know) Annisha: :: Reading a book on her padd :: Andrew Minard: ::rolls over:: +Computer+ Time. Fletcher Jackson: Drew> ::the groaning jolts him out of his dream and darn... she was awesomely beautiful::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Also in his quarters reading... and reading .. :: Fletcher Jackson: Drew> ::up on an elbow watching Fletch:::: mimipavilion: ::reading through messages:: Andrew Minard: ::drags himself out of bed for a visit to the water closet:: Fletcher Jackson: ::moan grown, then suddenly he screams::: Yes, Staff Sergeant! I'm good with it. No, Staff Sergeant. I'll get over it. ::mumbles::: YES STAFF SERGEANT!! Fletcher Jackson: Drew> ::rolls out of his rack and grabs Fletcher's arm:: Hey! Bro! Wake up, man!!! Alexis McFarland: ::reads a message that popped up while she was playing her game, that her parents should be arriving in the next day or two. Becomes a bit more excited. She misses her parents and while being with Dacia is nice and all, it was always pretty cramped in her room as it was just pretty much Dacia's study before she came aboard:: Tarisa: :;Relaxing in a chair in her quarters. She was eating a snack as she read.:: Fletcher Jackson: :::Fletcher comes out of his dream, fighting::: Fletcher Jackson: Drew> Hey, Bro. Settle down, man... easy... Chirakis: :::continuing her discussion with Captain DeVoll::: Dacia Sandero: ::will be nice to have her study back when Alexis goes back to her parents:: Andrew Minard: ::sitting at the foot of the bed squinting at the light from the replicator:: Chirakis: ::Admiral Solokov appears on screen::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Walking the commerce level for some small snack :: Fletcher Jackson: :::sits up, sweating, then turns to Drew, still not quite awake::: Dacia Sandero: ::her quarters always was a bit too cramped for her liking after Alexis came, though she did enjoy having her here:: Just gonna be the two of us again... ::she glances over at her pug Chester, who was asleep on a mat by the head of her bed:: Fletcher Jackson: Drew> What's goin' on? Fletcher Jackson: Well... I, uh.... Skipper said I was going to do PT with security, and.... Fletcher Jackson: Drew> Yeah, I heard. Andrew Minard: Well, now that I'm up... "sits down at the computer terminal in his quarters stretching:: Chirakis: ACTION> SUDDENLY ALL LIGHTS FLASH RED, RED ALERT COMES THROUGH THE ENTIRE STATION, AND EVERYONE GOES ON LOCKDOWN. YOU ARE STUCK WHEREVER YOU ARE. Dacia Sandero: ::just about to go to sleep when the red alert comes on:: Chirakis: :::bolts out of the office, DeVoll in tow::: Officer of the Watch, report. Dacia Sandero: Hm. ::looks up at the lights:: Alexis McFarland: ::Looks up at the red lights as well:: Uh oh. Tarisa: ::Perks up at the lights. She puts her snack down and gets up.:: Andrew Minard: ::looks up, instinctively hits his comm badge, but he's wearing his pajamas:: Alexis McFarland: ::lies back down on her pillow:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks up :: Great Chirakis: Lt Sykowski> Red alert went off, Captain. No idea why. Can't get it to stop. mimipavilion: ::looks to see the red alert:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Gets up from her bed. Frightened, she runs to her mom's room.:: Annisha: :: Gets out of her bed... :: Father, father! What's going on? Fletcher Jackson: ::pulls on his uniform and bolts from his room::: Chirakis: Tactical screen. On. Now! Chirakis: Lt Sykowski> Yes, ma'am. Onscreen. Tarisa: ::Walks to the door, but the door won't open.:: mimipavilion: ::still in uniform, goes to the door and it won't open:: Great! Nijil tr'Korjata: An alert lockdown. Dacia Sandero: ::Grabs her med kit and heads to the door, but it won't open:: Huh? Andrew Minard: ::fumbles trying to get his boots and uniform on:: Fletcher Jackson: ::but he can't get into the corridor to take his position::: mimipavilion: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC. Dacia Sandero: ::apparently forgetting she was still in her PJs:: Andrew Minard: Oh **** where's my comm badge? Chirakis: ::the watch engineer is doing his best to stop the alarm::: Tarisa: +CnC+ Lt. Commander Tarisa checking in. It appears I am locked in my room. ::Changing into her uniform.:: Dacia Sandero: Computer, override door. ::looks up, and nothing happens:: Huh. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Commander, what's going on? mimipavilion: ::tries to override the door... no go:: Tarisa: +Minard+ I do not know. What is your location? Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ My quarters ma'am. Tarisa: +Minard+ Are you locked in as well? Chirakis: Lt Sykowski>+Pavilion+ CnC here. Dacia Sandero: ::finds a comm badge on a table:: +Mimi+ You know what's going on? And, is it just me, or are you having trouble opening your door as well? mimipavilion: +Sykowski+ Can't report to my station due to the door being locked. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Let me check the doors. ::tries to step out but gets a loud nagging beep:: Chirakis: DeVoll> Calgary reports to intruders. It's moving in. mimipavilion: +Sandero+ I can't get out of my quarters as well talking with CnC. Alexis McFarland: ::walks out of her room to find Dacia:: Are we trapped in here? Chirakis: +Engineering+ Report to CnC to fix this problem! Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Sorry Commander, no luck. ::to himself:: Damn! Chirakis: Lt Sykowski>Nothing's working, Captain. It's stuck. Chirakis: +Cayne+ Commander Cayne, report! Cdr Wyatt Cayne: +Chirakis+ I am on the commerce level. My comm tells me we are in a lockdown. Tarisa: +Minard+ I see. Hopefully the problem will be fixed. If not, do what you can to get out. Dacia Sandero: yeah, looks like it. I hope Charlie shift is on whatever is happening Chirakis: ::waiting.... and waiting.... and waiting::: Alexis McFarland: ::Rubs chin:: Hmm. Andrew Minard: ::staring into the red light flashing, eyes wide, a bead of sweat on my temple:: Tarisa: ::Looks at the door panel a moment. She walks away, returning with a small container of tools. She begins to pry off the panel.:: Dacia Sandero: ::is a doctor, not a tinkerer:: mimipavilion: ::pulls the door panel off the wall and starts tinkering with it:: Tarisa: ::She begins working to bypass her door lock.:: Chirakis: :::Lt Sykowski:: Lieutenant, open a channel to the entire station. Dacia Sandero: ::opens the panel as well, and looks at the mess of wires and stuff:: Chirakis: Lt Sykowski>Channel open. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ This is the chief. We are in lockdown. Alexis McFarland: ::watches Dacia:: You're gonna break it. Or shock yourself. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Should I try to beam out? Tarisa: +Minard+ Not in a lockdown situation. mimipavilion: ::stops for a bit and thinks:: Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Having any luck? I'm not sure what to do. Chirakis: ::deep breath:: +All on Aegis, there is no red alert. I say again, there is NO RED ALERT. :::deep breath:: Security, stand by. All personnel, report. Engineering, get up here and fix this! Dacia Sandero: ::fiddles with the internal gubbins:: I hope I won't. ::sighs:: I don't even know where to begin. Chirakis: :::turns to DeVoll:: Can you fix this externally? Dacia Sandero: I sure wouldn't want to be in Nijil's shoes right now. Chirakis: DeVoll> Never done it, but we can try. ::sends a message::: Dacia Sandero: ::sighs in a bit of relief::: Alexis McFarland: So the red alert thing is broken? Andrew Minard: ::tries to pry open the doors with my hands:: mimipavilion: ::hearing the com and takes a breath and replaces the panel:: Chirakis: ::mutters:: There is one way to fix it in CnC. :::draws her dagger and slings it at the alarm on the wall::: Dacia Sandero: At least I didn't get shocked. ::replaces the panel::: Tarisa: +Minard+ I think... ::Concentrating as she gets one last connection and her lock disengages.:: mimipavilion: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC I'm in my quarters. Dacia Sandero: +CNC+ I'm trapped in my quarters. Andrew Minard: ::now really sweating, pulling with all my strength:: Chirakis: Lt Sykowski>Everything else is solid, Captain. Only the alarm and lockdown is active. Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ How about my phaser Commander? Chirakis: Very well, remove those data chips from the main console. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ On my way, overriding my door code. Tarisa: ::Has to pry open her door, since the automatic door is disabled. With a little work, she makes it out into the hall.:: Dacia Sandero: ::shrugs:: Might as well head back to bed if there's no alert ::to Alexis:: Alexis McFarland: But you still can't get out. Chirakis: +Engineering+ Report. Tarisa: +Minard+ Do not use excessive force. Since the Captain said there is not a red alert, then remain in your room if you are unable to get out. Dacia Sandero: Hopefully they'll fix it soon? Andrew Minard: +Tarisa+ Aye Tarisa: ::Heads down the hall.:: Andrew Minard: ::breaths deeply, slowly calming down:: Alexis McFarland: Yea.. ::heads back to her room:: Alexis McFarland: Goodnight. Chirakis: DeVoll> I have an engineering team beaming over, Kirel. Tarisa: +CnC+ I managed to get out of my quarters. Are the lifts functioning? Dacia Sandero: Yeah, you too. ::she also heads back to her room:: If there's no alert, then I guess I don't need to go to sickbay. Chirakis: +Tarisa+ Affirmative. Lifts are functioning. Chirakis: :::DeVoll::: Thank you, Kelly. Tarisa: ::Arrives at the lift, getting in.:: Dacia Sandero: ::she glances at her reflection in the mirror::: Oh, I'm still in my pajamas. Well, I guess it doesn't matter now. mimipavilion: ::goes to her console and tries to contact Chirakis visually on her console there:: Andrew Minard: ::tries to ignore the red light flashing and klaxons:: Chirakis: ::watching the CnC crew do their best::: Chirakis: Lt Sykowski, first priority is cut the klaxons. Tarisa: ::Exits the lift once it stops at CnC.:: Chirakis: Lt Sykowski> On it, ma'am. ::passes the order on:: mimipavilion: ::hopes she sent the visual connection to the right console on the CnC:: Chirakis: ::turns::: Commander. Tarisa: ::Tilts her head as she notices a dagger in the wall.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Can't sleep with the klaxons and flashing red lights, contacts Miana:: +Miana+. Miana, Dacia says there's no red alert. The red alert thing might be broken. You hanging in there okay? Tarisa: Miana> ::Under a bunch of blankets.:: +Alexis+ So loud... Chirakis: Cpt DeVoll> ::to OPS:: Stand by for Calgary engineering, beaming aboard. Alexis McFarland: +Miana+. Yeah, I hope they turn it off soon. Tarisa: ::Nods, going to her station. She checks internal sensors.:: Andrew Minard: ::eyes bulging slightly, headache coming on, sits down and tries to meditate with eyes shut:: Chirakis: ACTION> A team of engineers from the Calgary beams to CnC. Alexis McFarland: (reminds me when my building does its fire alarm tests when I'm still asleep lol) Chirakis: ::begins to pace::: Dacia Sandero: ::crawls back into her bed, but does remain prepared to try to head to sickbay again just in case:: mimipavilion: ::the visual doesn't connect:: Tarisa: ::Perks up as the engineers arrive.:: Andrew Minard: ::lays down on the bed and covers his head with a pillow:: mimipavilion: ::gets up and moves to the couch to sleep and removes her boots, in case she needs to bail to medical:: Chirakis: :::Tarisa:: Interesting that there are only a few who can exit their quarters. Tarisa: ::Switches from internal to short range sensors, scanning for anything out of place.:: Tarisa: ::Looks up.:: I....hot wired my door, I think is the term? Chirakis: Hot wired. Interesting. Chirakis: Lt Sykowski> All corridor traffic has been stopped, Captain. Chirakis: Thank you, Lieutenant. ::turns to Kelly:: I see that the tactical scan system is up again. Andrew Minard: ::replicates a sedative drink:: Chirakis: :::could use a sedative right now::: Tarisa: Nothing in the immediate surrounding area as of yet. Chirakis: ::stepping toward Tarisa::: Good. Andrew Minard: (lol) Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Making his way towards the CnC :: Chirakis: +Aegis Engineering+ Report. Nijil tr'Korjata: +CnC+ I am relatively in the dark Captain and making my way up there. Andrew Minard: ::quaffs the elixir and begins a soothing tea making ritual:: Chirakis: ::steps away from Calgary's personnel so they can work::: Chirakis: +Nijil+ Lifts are functioning. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: enters a lift :: +CnC+ That would certainly be faster. Andrew Minard: ::pouring the tea leaves into the strainer between red eyed blinks:: Dacia Sandero: :::replicates herself a warm tea as well:: Alexis McFarland: ::Feels bad for Miana, will be sure to give her lots of head pats tomorrow:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Waits for the lift to arrive at CnC :: Fletcher Jackson: Gees.... a bad dream is enough. We don't need a constant noise like this. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits onto the CnC :: Bah. Chirakis: ::Nijil::: Join Calgary's crew and see if you can fix this... thing. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/27/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, that was interesting. Hopefully everything will be fixed by morning. Chirakis: TBS will be noon tomorrow. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Andrew Minard: ah.. the hazards of deep space duty Chirakis: Indeed. Nijil tr'Korjata: Nijil still in his PJs mimipavilion: Or for most of us, just another day on Aegis. Chirakis: :::;hearty laugh:: It doesn't matter, as long as he can work. Nijil tr'Korjata: Site still giving me trouble, chat freezes Chirakis: Any more questions or comments regarding the sim? Chirakis: Commander Coleridge was occupied this evening. He should be back next week. Chirakis: If nothing else.... crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
  24. Mission Brief | Sky Harbor Aegis | 27 September 2019 24 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.145 TBS is 9 hours. The time is 2300 hours (11:00 pm) Aegis Local. For reasons unknown, Starfleet is sending us 30 more engineers, making a total of 237. We believe that it might have to do with repairs on decks 189 to 187. Lt Garand is vetting them thoroughly before they come aboard. Cdr Cayne, SI-6, is working with Lt Garand to bolster security. USS Calgary has replaced USS Toronto. Because of a strange incident with the freighter Megalodon, USS Calgary will remain in close orbit.
  25. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 9/20/19 - 10:05 PM=/\= 24 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.145 TBS is 5 hours. The time is 1300 hours (1:00 PM) Aegis Local. USS Toronto is in orbit. The gremlins have been granted asylum. Quarters are being refurbished to accommodate their needs. Starfleet Security has confirmed that the planet Drakel'a is an Alien Alliance base. RagorTal has changed his strategy and joined the Alien Alliance.Ordnance Disposal is sweeping decks 187 to 189. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: :::CnC, in her office::: Fletcher Jackson: :::Aux OPS::: Dacia Sandero: ::in Sickbay:: mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Andrew Minard: ::calibrating his tricorder:: Annisha: :: in school :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: In sane :: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha:: Annisha: :: Listening to the teacher :: Alexis McFarland: ::writing some notes:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::on CnC, entering the latest experiment results:: Scott Coleridge: ::returned to the CnC from lunch, feeling peppier:: Andrew Minard: ::removing the back cover, replacing an old isolinear chip:: Chirakis: ::as she pages through the latest information from SF, she actually stops to read one section thoroughly::: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Discussing a security issue with Gila and others :: Jylliene: ::looking over the updates on refurbishments to available quarters for the new inhabitants:: Fletcher Jackson: :::smells food, and it seems to be in the wake of the XO:: Annisha: :: Not thrilled with history class. Too many planets :: Tarisa: :;Enters CnC, stepping over to Science.:: Andrew Minard: ::noticing Tarisa with a smile:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Taking notes.:: Alexis McFarland: ::Draws a picture of a planet:: Chirakis: Thirty more? +COM+ Commander Korjata, how many engineers do we have at present? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Working on the ventilation system.. a Space AC Repairman :: Tarisa: ::Greets Dran.:: How are the results? Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ Two hundred and seven. Scott Coleridge: ::looking around the CnC, pondering what they've learned about this latest intelligence and what it means for operations on the station:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Good. Sending the results to some colleagues to compare conclusions. Chirakis: +com+ Apparently Starfleet wants you to have 30 more. No particular reason, but I presume it is for repairs on decks 189 to 187. So, prepare for the onslaught. Andrew Minard: ::scans himself with the tricorder:: Tarisa: ::Perks up, noticing Andrew behind the console.:: Oh, good afternoon Ensign. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ They are in a hurry, but au know what they say, too many engineers spoil the repair. Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: Hello Commander. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ Who are we getting? Tarisa: ::Nods to Dran.:: Excellent. I visited Life Sciences the other day. Most of the ongoing projects seemed very promising. mimipavilion: ::comes across a file for a new ensign:: Chirakis: +Korjata+ Sending you the list now. Some are new. Most are well seasoned - if that is the correct Terran word. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: speaks on.. :: So I want teams here....here and...hmm here :: Points to his padd :: mimipavilion: ::to self:: Did he get a physical yet? ::checks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ If I were cooking them later perhaps. Idioms are the hardest to translate. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in sickbay:: Andrew Minard: ::replacing a few outdated ODN lines:: Annisha: :: Perhaps her friends would help her study for the test next week... :: Chirakis: +Korjata+ I see ::but she really doesn't, since she still struggles with a few Terran idioms:: mimipavilion: +Andrew+ Dr. Pavilion to Ensign Minard. Alexis McFarland: ::leans back in her seat:: Tarisa: :;Watching Andrew work on the console.:: Is there an issue with the console? Andrew Minard: +Pavilion+ ::taps his combadge:: Yes Doctor Chirakis: ::sending the list to Garand for vetting::: Andrew Minard: ::Tarisa:: I'm almost finished updating this tricorder Ma'am. mimipavilion: +Andrew+ Please report to medical when you get a chance for your initial physical. Andrew Minard: +Pavilion+ Aye ma'am Andrew Minard: +Pavilion+ Will do Chirakis: ::leans back for a stretch, stands, and exits her office::: Annisha: :: Raises her hand :: Oh oh... The Cardassian occupation of Bajor of 2319. mimipavilion: +Andrew+ Thank you Alexis McFarland: You're very knowledgeable on Cardassian history there Andrew Minard: ::avoids the slight sparks:: Annisha: :: Turns and says quietly :: It's that game I've been playing... Alexis McFarland: Ahh. Annisha: Though the Vulcans occupy Cardassia in my game. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne watched Gila carefully and answered all her questions :: Alexis McFarland: Oooh Chirakis: ::::approaching Scott. He seems relaxed after lunch. She makes a mental note::: Enjoyed your lunch, Commander Coleridge? Andrew Minard: ::buttons up the tricorder and pockets the device:: +Tarisa+ Shall I go now sir? Jylliene: ::arranges more transfers of materials for the remodeling:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jylliene+ Nijil here. Seems I'm taking on thirty new members in my department, so I may be held over a bit Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Yes. Do not keep the doctor waiting. Jylliene: +Nijil+ Good luck with that. Alexis McFarland: Teacher> ::makes Snoopy style trumpet sounds, Alexis raises her hand:: Ahh, 2340. Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: I did. Andrew Minard: ::nods:: turning to enter the turbolift Tarisa: Miana> :;Quietly cheers Alexis.:: Scott Coleridge: I'm just thinking about our new friend and his business interests here. Alexis McFarland: Yay. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: squints as a large fan blows in his face :: Chirakis: To which do you refer? Chirakis: The one we discussed? Scott Coleridge: Indeed Tae'Lynn Dran: ::starts reading latest science reports, catching up on other projects:: Nijil tr'Korjata: +Jy+ It :: buzzs :: should not :: buzz :: take :: buzz: long.. :: buzz :: Andrew Minard: ::slips into sickbay:: Chirakis: ::considering that, but trying to put it aside::: Jylliene: ::ponders:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila did not suspect him yet, but if she knew, she surely was not telling :: Jylliene: ::shrugs slightly to herself:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Does a cut off sign with his hands :: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: fan turns off :: Chirakis: Commander.... Starfleet is delivering 30 more engineers. Can you think of any reason why they would send us that many more? mimipavilion: ::hearing the doors open and sees the new face and walks up to him:: You must be Ensign Minard. Nijil tr'Korjata: (Nijil overworked) Chirakis: (Is he? Pity) Andrew Minard: Yes Doc, Andrew is what they call me. Dacia Sandero: ::glances back at Mimi and the ensign and returns back to whatever she was doing:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright Andrew, I'm Mimi Pavilion, the CMO of Aegis. Andrew Minard: ::salutes with a large smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: to another engineer :: That will do. Let's test the others. mimipavilion: ::grins a bit:: Follow me please. Fletcher Jackson: +com+ USS Toronto, you are clear to depart. :::tap..tap:: Alpha Corridor is open to you. Andrew Minard: ::follows like a sheep to the slaughter:: mimipavilion: ::motions to the biobed:: Andrew Minard: ::jumps up:: Tarisa: ::Turns to the console.:: I take it things have been quiet out there? Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Thirty?? Chirakis: Yes. Thirty. Alexis McFarland: history Scott Coleridge: Did they slip up and mean three? Chirakis: Apparently not. Scott Coleridge: Are we getting a new station? Andrew Minard: ::puts his arms out wide:: mimipavilion: ::starts scanning him:: Jylliene: ::is kinda wondering if someone moved a decimal point as well:: Chirakis: Do we need a new station? ::playing along, kind of::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets the list of people and starts looking over their specialities :: Annisha: :: to Miana :: This test is going to be long... Chirakis: Lt Garand is vetting them thoroughly before they come aboard. Jylliene: ::starts reviewing available quarters...may need to double and triple bunk...hmm...:: Scott Coleridge: I mean, Annisha is going to want a command of her own soon enough. Jylliene: ::coughs:: Chirakis: :::casually::: True. ::hearing Jylliene behind her::: Andrew Minard: ::Dr. Pavilion:: Would you like to see a magnificent scar? Scott Coleridge: Maybe they're all trainees Jylliene: ::notes another level...ahh. Plenty of room. Whew.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Nods, frowning.:: Alexis McFarland: ::listens:: The test next week? Chirakis: If they are, they will not step foot on this station. mimipavilion: ::looks at him:: Not really, considering it's in your file. Alexis McFarland: We could get together to study for it I guess. Scott Coleridge: Hmm Jylliene: ::and another...and another. Hm. Could even move the decimal point a few more places, really. Thankfully. Doubt Nijil could handle such a huge department, though.:: Scott Coleridge: Well, I'll work with Nijil on how to best allocate them. Scott Coleridge: Maybe we can take a few projects off the backburner. Nijil tr'Korjata: I need to schedule a conference with my entire staff.... Andrew Minard: ::flexing his arm muscles:: I went spear fishing Ma'am and well... Chirakis: Off the back burner? Alexis McFarland: Maybe at my place? You can come up and visit me in the diplomatic suites Annisha. I think it's ok, if you have permission. My parents always let my friends visit in the past, so I don't think it'll be a problem. Maybe we can swing by Miana's place too? ::smiles:: Chirakis: Another Terran saying to which I am not acquainted? Scott Coleridge: Yes mimipavilion: ::grins:: Chirakis: And when you take something off the back burner, it means....? Annisha: They don't mind pointy-eared people? Alexis McFarland: Probably not. Scott Coleridge: Normally we say we put things "on" the back burner to show they're a low priority, on hold. So we could take some projects that we have had on hold and get them accomplished. Annisha: I can get free mind reading... Andrew Minard: +Mimi+ You keep this place spotless if I may say so sir. Tarisa: Miana> Study party! Alexis McFarland: I can give you a mind reading... Chirakis: And that does make sense. Alexis McFarland: Mmm, yes. Maybe my valet Mr Moht can make us some uttaberry pie. He makes the best.. mimipavilion: Have to, considering we don't want infections to spread and such. Tarisa: Miana> Oooohhh... Sounds yummy. Andrew Minard: ::Mimi:: Want to have lunch sometime? we can talk about fishing. Fletcher Jackson: ::tappity tap tap::: +com+ USS Calgary, you are cleared to enter Corridor Bravo. Remain in orbit until your berth is secured. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: There seemed to be no pattern to the new engineers and their qualifications :: Alexis McFarland: Yes, it is. My parents said they were bringing back a lot from my grandparents' farm in Betazed. They spent the week there, before making their way here. mimipavilion: No thanks, not much of a fisher. Plus I'm married. Andrew Minard: ::raises an eyebrow:: Of course you are. Andrew Minard: ::blushes:: Fletcher Jackson: ::leans toward Jylliene::: Commander, do you know of a ship called the Megalodon? mimipavilion: ::finishes up:: Alright you're done. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Gila spoke on and on, seemingly worried about something, he stopped her :: Your operation to follow the children was not your fault. You'll do fine as team leader. Andrew Minard: Thanks Mrs. Pavilion ::smiles:: Jylliene: ::ponders:: mimipavilion: ::smiles;: Dismissed. Jylliene: ::starts paging through records...:: Chirakis: :::continues her pace around CnC::: Andrew Minard: ::whistles all the way back to the CnC:: Jylliene: Hmm. Megalodon? Any noted registration? Tarisa: ::Ear perks up as she notices the pacing.:: Fletcher Jackson: +com+ Freighter Megalodon, stand by. Do not approach. Fletcher Jackson: :::turns to Jyl::: None that I have, ma'am. Andrew Minard: ::turns to look in a mirror on the way:: mimipavilion: ::shakes her head, goes to her office and updates Minard's file:: Jylliene: ::to Chirakis:: These thirty engineers...how are they arriving? Fletcher Jackson: They say they have supplies for the station, but there's nothing to verify that. Chirakis: ::turns to Kital::: They should not be arriving until I give the word, Commander. Jylliene: We have a mystery freighter. Chirakis: ::steps closer::: Mystery freighter? Fletcher Jackson: :::puts it up on screen::: Jylliene: ::indicates the screen:: Andrew Minard: ::enters the "bridge" and moves to the science section:: Jylliene: The Megalodon. Chirakis: Commander Kital, send out the fighters to stop their approach. Andrew Minard: ::Dran:: I think that went well. Jylliene: They've already been directed to stop, but I will send them out. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ How much time do I have until their arrival? Jylliene: ::scrambles the fighters:: Chirakis: Good. Inform the CAG to board and inspect. Tae'Lynn Dran: That's good. Andrew Minard: So what are we working on today? Chirakis: +Korjata+ Whose arrival? mimipavilion: ::has a weird feeling about Andrew Minard:: Jylliene: ::passes along the directives and clears the fighters for launch:: Tarisa: Shall I scan the freighter Captain? Chirakis: ::Tarisa::: Yes, if you can. Tarisa: ::Actively scans the freighter.:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::looking between the main viewer and the sensor scans:: Fletcher Jackson: Captain, USS Calgary is standing by. Jylliene: ::to Fletcher:: I don't think we're expecting anything else inbound, but make sure they stay well out of the way of our mystery guests if so Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ My additional engineers Fletcher Jackson: Yes, ma'am. Chirakis: +Nijil+ They will arrive after they have been thoroughly vetted. Lt Garand is in the process. Andrew Minard: ::runs a passive scan for emissions:: Andrew Minard: ::Dran:: is there a ship out there? Chirakis: ::throws the tactical screen onto the main viewer::: Tae'Lynn Dran: Looks like it though I think it was unscheduled. Jylliene: Fighters are en route. Nijil tr'Korjata: +Chirakis+ Understood Fletcher Jackson: :::Jylliene:: Ma'am, Calgary is standing by and is aware of the situation. Andrew Minard: ::Dran:: Do I need to buckle my seat belt? ::joking:: Tae'Lynn Dran: Might not be a bad idea. Tarisa: Seems like there is shielding on the cargo holds. The new advanced sensor pallets should be able to penetrate. ::Looks to Dran.:: Though we have not used it for this purpose yet. Chirakis: ACTION> Megalodon turns sharply and immediately goes to warp. Jylliene: We'll see what the fighters report- Tae'Lynn Dran: Sounds like a good test Jylliene: That was sudden. Fletcher Jackson: Gees... Andrew Minard: ::Dran:: Looks like that ship is losing... ::head whips to the side:: Jylliene: Freighter just warped out. Chirakis: I believe that we have our answer regarding that vessel. Tarisa: ::Activates the advanced sensors to track for the freighter.:: Jylliene: Should I recall the fighters? Chirakis: Yes, Commander. Jylliene: ::nods, sends out the call for the fighters to return:: Andrew Minard: ::boosting the long range sensor gain:: Tarisa: I am getting a trajectory and ion trail. :;Feeds the info to tactical.:: Fletcher Jackson: +com+ USS Calgary ready for berthing at A-28. Andrew Minard: ::Dran:: was it a garbage scow? Jylliene: They can come on in, berth is clear, standard approach. Chirakis: ::listening to Tarisa as she watches the tactical display onscreen::: Fletcher Jackson: ::nods:: Yes, ma'am. +com+ Calgary, berth is clear. Standard approach. Annisha: :: Watches as her reality falters :: Fletcher Jackson: ::Jyl:: Confirmed Andrew Minard: What configuration was it? Jylliene: ::to Fletcher:: Think someone on the freighter was seeing if they could get a lucky break? Tarisa: With the new sensors, we still have them well within range. ::Looking over to Chirakis.:: But it seems your suspicions are warranted, Captain. They are heading for Alliance space. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 9/20/19 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well played, all. Chirakis: TBS will bring us into the night. Of course the children will probably be playing something at that hour, but most of us will be relaxing, having a cordial, or whatever. Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Andrew Minard: what is CAG? Chirakis: Commander Air Group. Andrew Minard: thanks Chirakis: However, in our era it should have been CFG - Commander Fighter Group, since it is not technically "air" Chirakis: Once again, welcome to Ens Mindard. Glad to see you all here. Chirakis: If nothing else... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel. Chirakis: Good night to all who are leaving.