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  1. = /\ = Aegis Mission Brief 12/27/19 = /\ = 30 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.151 TBS is 15 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 am) Engineering and science work on the virus. Lt Kenyon has replaced Cmdr Korjata until he is fit for duty. Security is examining surveillance footage in engineering. Though the virus seems to be contained, it might not be. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= mimipavilion: ::in medical:: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Jylliene: ::CnC:: Chirakis: ::enters CnC, pauses for threat assessment::: Chirakis: ::Jylliene:: Good morning, Commander. Alexis McFarland: ::Sleeping:: Jylliene: Good morning, Captain. Scott Coleridge: ::in CnC, yawning and looking somewhat worse for wear:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Getting on his non-working clothes to visit sickbay. Looks at this padd, flicks it open :: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: drinking coffee until it becomes a problem :: Chirakis: :::takes a good look around, then moves to the command chair::: Johnson Kenyon: ::reading the report about the injured engineer :: Tarisa: :;Walking through Commerce, on her way to the lift.:: Chirakis: ::as she passes her XO, she notices his condition::: Dacia Sandero: ::checks in on said injured engineer:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Rubs Annisha's head :: Going to my appointment. Be good. Annisha: :: Eats :: Not a chance... Chirakis: ::steps up next to him, speaking quietly::: Commander, are you not well? Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Exits and starts walking to the medical bay :: mimipavilion: ::checking on the night shift reports, especially the injured engineer:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to himself ... distracted by a gorgeous woman? Huh?:: Scott Coleridge: ::sits up straight:: What? I mean, er, I'm all right. Scott Coleridge: Just... didn't sleep very well. Chirakis: ::quirks a brow:: Overworking? Alexis McFarland: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Space moments later Nijil arrives at sickbay. Enters... :: Nijil Korjata. I have an appointment. Scott Coleridge: Probably. ::sheepish grin:: Heh, actually I had the weirdest nightmare now that you mention it. Dacia Sandero: I wonder who that woman could be? Or she might have been a figment of his imagination. Chirakis: Jake Wright> ::mumbling in his sleep::: Chirakis: ::thinks for a moment::: A nightmare is...? Jylliene: ((Half the crew seems to need melatonin, chamomile tea, and/or shore leave.)) Chirakis: ((agreed)) Dacia Sandero: ::hears the door open:: Okay... have a seat over there, anyone will do. ::gestures to some empty bio beds:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Takes a seat in the waiting room :: Chirakis: Engineer Jake Wright> ::mutters something about a gorgeous woman::: Johnson Kenyon: {{do I see Jake Wright?}} Dacia Sandero: Nurse> ::walks over to Nijil:: Hello. Appointment? Head over to the medical complex and we can treat you. Chirakis: (He's in medical, trauma unit) Johnson Kenyon: ((gotcha... wanted to make sure it wasn't an epidemic.)) Chirakis: (Let's hope not)) Johnson Kenyon: ((on the other hand... I can think of worse epidemics)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looking over his status board :: Chirakis: :::watching Scott, who seems to be falling asleep::: Chirakis: Commander? Dacia Sandero: ::checks on Wright’s bio signs:: Talking about that woman again? Does she actually exist? Maybe it was Jolene; her beauty is beyond compare, with flaming locks of auburn hair... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nods and goes to medical propper :: Scott Coleridge: I'll be fine. I should probably have some coffee. Chirakis: Jake> ::pale::: Scott Coleridge: It was just such a realistic dream. Johnson Kenyon: ::refocusing on the security against the virus:: Scott Coleridge: ::gets up to get himself a cup:: Tarisa: ::Arrives on the CnC.:: mimipavilion: ::finishes with the reports and goes and checks on Wright:: Chirakis: ::listening, motions to the yeoman to bring him coffee::: How realistic? Scott Coleridge: Hmm? ::accepts the cup of coffee gratefully:: Oh. Well usually I don't recall my dreams very well. I'll know I was flying, but I won't remember flying, you know? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Grunts, drinks his coffee :: Scott Coleridge: This time ... it was like I was there. Tarisa: ::Goes over to the SCI station and logs in.:: Annisha: :: Eats, messes up her own hair :: Chirakis: ::listening::: Scott Coleridge: In engineering. Everything going wrong around me. Alarms going off. Nothing I did was making any difference. Dacia Sandero: Hmm. I'll go check on Mr Nijil. ::goes over to where he is:: Ahh, hello again. How are you doing? Scott Coleridge: It was like the glitches times one thousand. Johnson Kenyon: ::hardened defenses against the virus consist: pulsating power fluxuations, .... sees Coleridge:: Johnson Kenyon: ::approaching Commander Coleridge:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright and turns to Dacia:: How's he doing? Dacia Sandero: He's resting well.. ::Scans Nijil:: ... I noticed he's still muttering about the woman. I'm guessing she's just a figment of Wright's imagination, or Jolene. Chirakis: Jake> ::Damage to his forehead doesn't seem to be going away::: Scott Coleridge: :sips his coffee, seems to perk up:: Nothing I did would work. I couldn't stop systems from going critical. It was awful. Dacia Sandero: ::out of IC, and in the regular medical ward where Nijil was:: Jylliene: ::has had that dream before, back in the academy:: Scott Coleridge: ::shrugs:: I'm glad we got everything under control finally. Kenyon's report on the virus was very useful, by the way. I think we have things under control finally. Chirakis: ::her expression changes::: Strange. Johnson Kenyon: ::reviewing the engineering reports... setting up a meeting of team leaders at 1400:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Fomai Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Notices his UT got something wrong :: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Probably. ::softly to Dacia:: I did inform the captain. Dacia Sandero: Is that good? Chirakis: Which is good, of course. At least you don't have to worry about that. Dacia Sandero: ::nods:: But otherwise he seems to be doing ok. His vitals have stabilised. Chirakis: Commander, your dream is interesting. Johnson Kenyon: ::leaving Main Engineering to head to CnC:: Chirakis: I had one similar, though this is not the place to discuss it. Annisha: :: sings as she eats her space pops :: Scott Coleridge: I'm not surprised, Captain. I'm sure half the station has been having stress dreams. mimipavilion: ::nods:: I'll do another scan just to be sure. Dacia Sandero: ::Nijil:: How're you getting on? Feeling all right, eating all right? Annisha hasn't worn you out yet? Chirakis: :::nods::: Possible. Dacia Sandero: ::Nods:: All right, you can never be too safe. Scott Coleridge: And don't worry about me, please. It was just a rough sleep. I'm sure I'll be better tomorrow. And for today, as long as you don't ask me to rewrite any 11-dimensional algorithms, I should be ok. mimipavilion: ::nods and goes to Wright:: Alexis McFarland: ::has a dream, any dream will do:: mimipavilion: ::approaches Wright's side, grabbing a tricorder and begins the scan:: Chirakis: ::very slight smile::: Very well. Carry on. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: His mug is shaking as he brings the rim to his lips :: Chirakis: ::she turns to get coffee and notices Cayne::: Johnson Kenyon: ::arriving at the CnC:: Chirakis: :::watches him as she pours her cup::: Chirakis: ::Looks up when Kenyon enters:: Good morning, Lieutenant. Dacia Sandero: Physically, you seem to be doing okay. ::to Nijil:: How's your energy? mimipavilion: ::sees that Jake's face is pale:: Hmmm... Johnson Kenyon: Good Morning Captain, is there an engineering station here? mimipavilion: ::Scans his head a little more detailed:: Chirakis: :::watching Cayne as she talks to Kenyon::: Indeed there is. Station five. Chirakis: And it seems to be available at the moment. Chirakis: ::Kenyon:: The coffee is fresh, if you wish. Johnson Kenyon: How long has that been unattended... ::looks at the Captain:: No thank you. Not a coffee drinker Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Damned coffee is not helping. :: he mutters :: Tarisa: ::Perks up as Kenyon arrives.:: Scott Coleridge: Me neither, but needs must. ::knocks back the last 700 mL:: Chirakis: Not long. Shift change often frees up a console. ::slowly moves away from the dispenser to step to Cayne::: Nijil tr'Korjata: I am feeling well.. I think. Johnson Kenyon: ::moves to station 5, notices Tarisa and focuses himself:: Jylliene: ::continues with the work, listening to the various exchanges:: Chirakis: ::to Cayne, quietly::: Commander, you seem disturbed. Dacia Sandero: You think, eh? Well, I suppose that's an improvement. You eating okay, moving okay? Annisha hasn't completely worn you out yet? mimipavilion: ::doesn't like the neural scan:: Dacia Sandero: ::checks her tricorder:: Johnson Kenyon: ::takes a seat at station 5 and checks out the console configuration:: Nijil tr'Korjata: O la’u fa’ aliliuga lautele o le ... Nijil tr'Korjata: :: stops speaking :: Tarisa: ::Returns her focus back to her console.:: Chirakis: Jake> ::drops into a deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: E mafai ona e malamalama ia te a’u? Dacia Sandero: Is your UT functioning correctly, or have you been taking Hawaiian lessons from Leilani? Johnson Kenyon: ::notes there is no scheduled engineer on CnC, modifies the duty roster to add one:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Flips out his padd :: Shakes his head no :: mimipavilion: ::finishes her scan and notices the change in Jake:: Lieutenant, can you hear me? Chirakis: Jake> ::out cold… not in danger, just in a very deep sleep::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Dreams... :: the UT got it that time :: Dacia Sandero: You having dreams too? About red heads? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Anything new to report, Mr. Kenyon? mimipavilion: ::notices that he's in a deep sleep:: Alright sweet dreams. Chirakis: ::Cayne seems occupied with his work, though he looks worn out:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Yes, dreams in the same place each time. Very detailed. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns head to look at Coleridge:: Sir... No. I was thinking we need more consistent coverage of the CnC. mimipavilion: ::exits the room and goes to update his file:: Scott Coleridge: Coverage? Tae'Lynn Dran: ::gasps as she sits up straight. Doesn't remember falling asleep at her computer in the lab but must have:: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Honestly, I have never felt I could just pop in and check on the CnC until now... Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Puts down his mug, a tear streams down his face :: Johnson Kenyon: ::to Coleridge:: Does everyone seem out of it? Johnson Kenyon: ::looks around the room:: Chirakis: ::was about to move on, however::: (w) Commander? Scott Coleridge: ::Kenyon:: Well, this *is* only your second day as acting chief engineer. But yes, you are welcome to "check on" us if you need to. Nijil tr'Korjata: No, mine has green hair. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: What I mean is that I have the impression the engineering station is not occupied that frequently Nijil tr'Korjata: And I have, in my dream I have gray. Dacia Sandero: The same as experienced as before? ::scans:: Ahh, green hair. Dacia Sandero: Like an old man? Chirakis: Jake> ::suddenly gasps, fully awake, screaming::: NOOO NOOO... Alexis McFarland: ::is awake and brushes her teeth:: Nijil tr'Korjata: No, she's female..:: green faced :: And so am I. mimipavilion: ::hears Jake and runs to him:: Lieutenant. Scott Coleridge: No, that's correct. Commander Kital can handle most of our ordinary systems-related needs, and for anything more serious we just call you up. Nijil tr'Korjata: I am never myself in this dream, but I am the same...woman, each time I visit. Chirakis: Jake> ::::stops, looks around, and winces against the pain, then leans back on the bed::: mimipavilion: ::Jake:: What's wrong, Lieutenant? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Captain. I had a recent terrifying nightmare. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: It might be presumptive of me, but I think we need someone here full time to serve as a liaison to Engineering Chirakis: (w) One of which you cannot speak here? Dacia Sandero: Ahh, I see. Sometimes I have dreams like that too. Though, I assume you've already discussed all this in detail with Dr. Davis. Jylliene: ((Chamomile tea, melatonin, AND shore leave, perhaps. And also a plushie.)) Cdr Wyatt Cayne: An SI Op, so pretty sure it's not cleared. Nijil tr'Korjata: I've not told Jylliene. I can only imagine the ribbing I'd get Chirakis: (w) Use my office if you wish. See if you can rest. Scott Coleridge: You're the acting chief engineer. You're within your prerogative to assign someone if you like. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: No, I should remain at my post, and not cry into my coffee. Chirakis: Jake> :::not really all together, he stares at Mimi, as though he doesn't understand her::: Chirakis: ::Cayne::: Very well. Dacia Sandero: Well, your secret's safe with me. Doctor-Patient confidentiality. Nijil tr'Korjata: Some ie, but...it feels like I'm crossing a barrier. Nijil tr'Korjata: Like a barrier of this is a holodeck to this is reality. Johnson Kenyon: ::Coleridge:: Thank you sir. I'll send someone up shortly mimipavilion: Lieutenant, look at me, focus on my sound, do you understand me? Nijil tr'Korjata: I feel the hair, the species difference.. Height, gender obviously. Chirakis: Jake> ::blank stare:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Her, err, my vision is better than my own, hearing too. Dacia Sandero: You're a ‘her’ in your dreams? Johnson Kenyon: ::stands... notices Tarisa's tail and stops to stare before leaving:: mimipavilion: Alright LT. ::scans him again:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Ie, laugh if au must. Scott Coleridge: ::doesn't notice Kenyon staring, too busy thinking about his dream of engineering:: Chirakis: Jake> ::seems to wake up:: Doc... I saw... this woman... :::deep breath:: again. She was... being tortured. Johnson Kenyon: ::smiles to himself and heads to the TL:: mimipavilion: Clarify Chirakis: Jake> Just… bad dream, Doc. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: wipes a tear away :: Tarisa: ::Grabs a PADD, loading a couple reports on it and heads for the lift.:: Johnson Kenyon: ::enters the lift at the same time as Tarisa apparently:: Chirakis: Jake> ::panting to get a grip::: Dacia Sandero: That's fine. I never dreamt of being a guy I admit. mimipavilion: ::ponders that for a moment:: I'm going to have our counselor talk with you ok. Chirakis: Jake> ::eyes closed::: Yes, ma'am. Tarisa: ::Gives Kenyon a nice smile as she orders the lift to the lab.: Nijil tr'Korjata: If I could I'd show au, though I don't think Jylliene would approve mimipavilion: ::props up his bed up a bit:: Good. I'll let her know. Chirakis: ::in the command chair, paging through information, but not really focusing on it:: Johnson Kenyon: ::cannot help but smile:: Johnson Kenyon: Engineering ::to Computer:: Dacia Sandero: ::smiles:: I suppose I could always read your thoughts and try to see it in your memories. Johnson Kenyon: ::to Tarisa:: I'm looking forward to our dinner date Nijil tr'Korjata: Could au see my dreams, or my waking moments? Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I am as well. mimipavilion: ::Jake:: Do feel a little better sitting up a bit. Chirakis: Jake> No, ma'am. Head hurts big time. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Alright. ::gives him a hypo to help:: Nijil tr'Korjata: I may have au perform the procedure anyway, for my own edification. Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Strange things are happening. Chirakis: Thank you all for the last year. Next sim will be in the year 2020. Chirakis: TBS will be another day. We will begin at 7 am. Chirakis: Questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: nothing here Chirakis: Comments or questions from Commander Coleridge? Scott Coleridge: No Chirakis: Very well... Chirakis: A Happy New Year to all of you. Stay off the roads if you can. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.