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=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/21/18 =/\= 2 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.123 TBS is 13 hours. The time is 0700 hours (7:00 AM) Aegis local. The station is still fairly quiet. Science is still examining the Dahlem suit. They are investigating the possibility of a biological component. Engineering is still looking for the cause of the power drain. School begins next week for Annisha, Alexis, and Miana. They are on the way home. Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Annisha:@ :: The three said their goodbyes to the Korjata's and to the planet Volnar :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::says goodbye as well and stuff:: mimipavilion: ::in her office in medical:: Theo: ::adjusting his uniform:: Chirakis: ::having been in CnC for several hours, she continues working at her console::: Dacia Sandero: ::also in medical:: Tarisa:@ Miana> ::Waves bye bye.:: Fletcher Jackson: ::has only been here since 0645, but he's all set::: Annisha:@ :: Annisha loads the last of her stuff onto the cargo vessel :: Scott Coleridge: ::enters the CnC:: Chirakis: :::turns:: Good morning, Commander. ::polite nod:: Annisha:@ :: Meanwhile, kilometers away, Gila and her team lift off from the planet Volnar to 'escort' the cargo vessel back to Aegis :: Scott Coleridge: Hello, Captain. Any updates? Alexis McFarland:@::Loading her stuff into the cargo ship as well:: Tarisa:@Miana> ::Had packed light, and already had her stuff on board.:: Chirakis: None of which I am aware. Science will continue their inspection of the Dahlem suit, I am told. Traffic moves smoothly through the corridors. And.. the children will be back in a few days. Dacia Sandero: ::still probably recovering from her encounter with the suit:: Chirakis: And I must say that I do miss them, though that is strange. ::passing smile:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Going to work, as it always seemed like he was merely going to work. Actually he lived at work and it always followed him home. At least once a week he was awoken to some danger on the station. The silent kind command rarely heard about until it became a byline in the morning briefing :: Tarisa:@ Miana> Will everyone be happy to see us again? Theo: ::looking around medical for the first time, with a somewhat apprehensive look:: mimipavilion: ::goes in main medical:: Alexis McFarland:@ Yes, I think so. We've been gone for awhile. Annisha:@ :: to Miana :: Everyone? That's a lot of people. Tarisa:@ Miana> Yay! Alexis McFarland: It went by pretty fast mimipavilion: ::goes over to Dacia:: How are you doing? Annisha:@ :: Gila's shuttle enters orbit :: Dacia Sandero: Yeah, I seem to be doing better thanks. Theo: ::Tarisa:: will the doctor be alright Commander? Fletcher Jackson: ::working OPS for Cdr Kital::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets a last letter from Annisha on his PADD, plus the latest moves in their long running galactic game. :: mimipavilion: ::looks over her file:: I think you're good to go. Tarisa: ::Stepping over near Theo.:: I believe she will. Fletcher Jackson: ::checking the area for incoming and there are not many:: Theo: ::breathes deeply:: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station, reviews some of the latest reports:: Annisha:@ Captain of Cargo Vessel: "This is the captain speaking, prepare for leaving Volnar and entering orbit for our voyage back to Aegis" Alexis McFarland:@ ::settled into their room again:: Tarisa: ::Sits at the computer console. Looking up at Theo.:: Have you had your breakfast yet? Dacia Sandero: That's good to hear, thanks. Annisha:@ :: The inflight light comes on and the cargo vessel ascends to space :: Scott Coleridge: ::no one in particular:: So science has made some curious discoveries with this suit, I see. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Just a croissant, and some coffee, Lunch is usually my main meal of the day. Alexis McFarland:@ Summer vacation's only a few weeks away; maybe we'll get to somewhere again. Tarisa:@Miana> ::Takes a seat by Annisha and Alexis.:: Chirakis: ::she looks up from her work:: Yes, Captain. mimipavilion: ::Dacia:: No problem. I need my staff in tip top shape. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: I prefer a green tea and the claw of a bear from the cafe. Dacia Sandero: Yes. It was weird that suit, but I do feel alot better now Annisha:@ :: They were sat in their cabin and could see space from the porthole view :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::looks out window:: mimipavilion: Oh don't I know it. Theo: ::smiles:: Commander Annisha:@ :: The view goes from blue to back as the ship enters orbit :: Chirakis: (and I promoted you, Scott. Aren't you just so glad to be captain.) Scott Coleridge: ((I mean, you may regret it)) Tarisa: ((lol)) Tarisa: @ Miana> pretty Chirakis: (I never did consider that possibility. Hm...) Scott Coleridge: They're doing quite well. I wonder if we should give them intractable alien equipment more often. Chirakis: ::regards him questioningly, wondering if he is serious::: Alexis McFarland:@ Oooh! mimipavilion: ::goes back to her office:: Annisha:@ :: Gila looked at her viewscreen, zooming in on the cargo vessel :: Gila: Maintain course, one hour behind them. Theo: ::Tarisa:: I was thinking... a transporter doesn't rewrite our DNA, but it does decompile it. Might that be a similar function of the cosmic ray suit? Tarisa: That sounds possible. ::Focusing on the console.:: Did you manage to get a sample from the suit? Theo: I didn't want to interfere with the nanites. Annisha:@ Cargo Captain: We are at the proper heading. Aegis in almost four days. Tarisa: @Miana> ::Looking at her tablet, filled with so many pictures from the trip.:: [email protected] :: The cargo vessel warps away towards Aegis :: Alexis McFarland:@ ::looks over her pictures as well:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne:@ :: Drinking a large vessel of coffee :: Tarisa: I understand. It is possible they could have reacted negatively. Alexis McFarland:@ ::already posted most of them to her SpaceBook account:: Theo: ::slight laugh:: Theo: ::Tarisa:: we might try to transport the suit without altering it in any damaging way? Tarisa: Fortunately we do have scan of the nanites themselves. ::Shakes head.:: That is not advisable with the suit locked away. Scott Coleridge: ::pondering the power drain report from engineering:: Chirakis: ::continues paging through reports::: mimipavilion: ::going through her own reports:: Theo: ::Tarisa:: The transporter might give us a recognizable pattern of construction. But I'm probably grasping at straws here. Alright maybe I could download some of the nanites' subroutines. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Listening to music in his ear buds as he danced to work :: "nneihe-caernu'd daeftan..." Alexis McFarland:@ ::plops on bed, next to Miana:: Annisha:@:: Time passes on the Cargo vessel uneventfully :: Tarisa: ::Nods in agreement.:: That sounds good. Theo: Do you have the tricorder used to scan the nanites? Theo: Or maybe the CMED has the info. Annisha:@ :: The vessel was well out of the Volnar system after some time, tracking, or not tracking, in the space between major systems :: Tarisa: ::Hands him the tricorder.:: Fletcher Jackson: Hm... ::thoughtful expression for a while, then continues:: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Napping.:: Theo: ::inserts an isolinear chip and waits for the data to process:: Nijil tr'Korjata:@ :: Gets closer to work, reading and listening :: Theo: ::pulls the chip out of the tricorder and inserts it into a computer console:: Annisha:@ :: Sleeping :: Chirakis: ACTION> The cargo vessel bringing the children home drops suddenly from warp. Its engines are malfunctioning, reason unknown. After struggling to control the ship, the captain has to land on a planet in a remote area of space. Alexis McFarland: @ ::is sleeping as well:: Chirakis: :::she sighs, shaking her head at one report, then sits down to answer several questions::: Annisha:@ :: The lights flicker out at first, a flash, then darkness fills the room where the girls were staying:: Annisha:@ ::Then the ship shook, throwing Annisha to the soft deck :: Theo: ::calls up the nanite schematics and searches for the programming language:: Tarisa:@ Miana> :;Starts to wake up at the jostling of the ship. Looks out the window.:: Are we supposed to be landing on another planet? Alexis McFarland:@ ::gets jostled around slightly:: Already? I thought we were going to Aegis. Fletcher Jackson: :::berthing ships as needed, but having a tough time with a Ferengi who insists on having the best berth in the galaxy::: Annisha:@ :: Klaxons sound, a voice on the intercom :: Condition red! I repeat, condition red. Losing power, imminent loss of super-light engines! Alexis McFarland:@ That doesn't sound good. Annisha: @ Owww ow ow.... It's dark! Annisha:@ :: get herself back on the bed :: Alexis McFarland:@What happened? Did you stub your toe? Theo: ::to himself:: these nanites were definitely not created in a Federation facility. ::eyes widen as the data flashes across the screen:: Wow... Chirakis: ::glances to Jackson, but he seems to be holding his own:: Annisha: @ Intercom voice: "Steering vessel into a nearby system, entry in three minut.... :: cuts out :: Fletcher Jackson: :::changes from Federation Standard to Ferengi and the ship's captain is so shocked, he complies::: Annisha:@ :: Cargo ship violently shakes :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Holds onto Alexis and Annisha.:: Annisha:@ :: Annisha gets under the covers :: Theo: +Computer+ Can you initiate a translation matrix? I need to get the operational files on these nanites. Alexis McFarland:@ ::holds Annisha and Miana as well under covers:: Chirakis: ::turns back to watch Jackson::: Annisha:@ Cargo ship's captain: "Girls, secure yourselves...: Annisha:@ Cargo Captain to another officer on their bridge: Send out a general distress if you can. Theo: ::Tarisa:: DNA is definitely not my strong suit, Ma'am. Annisha:@ :: A green light strip glows dimly from the ceiling :: Fletcher Jackson: ::continues in Ferengi for a while, then shifts back to Federation Standard:: Tarisa: Nor mine. Annisha:@ :: Annisha looks at the walls :: That's not good. Alexis McFarland:@Ooooh.. Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Doesn't want to look.:: Annisha:@ :: On the cargo ship bridge, they spot a planetoid, dimly lit by it's red dwarf star :: Annisha:@ Cargo Captain: We are losing navigational control, set a course for that...planet. Prepare for a rough landing... :: planet gets bigger on the screen:: Theo: ::LtCmdr:: Tarisa, here are the Dahlem nanite subroutine files. We could try to program our own nanites to act in the same fashion, but maybe the medical staff would be more comfortable with that aspect. Dacia Sandero: ::tending to things in Sickbay and also assisting Tarisa and Theo wherever she can:: Alexis McFarland:@::still holds onto Miana and Annisha as the ship descends:: Annisha:@ Captain>:: The cargo ship pitches its nose up to lessen the impact :: Inertial dampeners to full... ease us in. Tarisa: I am not sure our nanites would be able to handle the program. Theo: ::Dacia:: I'm so glad your alive Doctor! Chirakis: ACTION> The distress call seems to go out, but it's more static than anything and it does not register as a distress call. Theo: ::Tarisa:: Agreed. Dacia Sandero: Thanks, glad to be alive. Theo: ::Dacia:: Can you remember where you went at all? Annisha:@ Closer.... we are coming in to fast,, thrusters to full reverse...impact in...! Chirakis: ::finishing up her reports, she blanks the screen and begins her usual pace around CnC::: Dacia Sandero: When I was in that suit? Not really, unfortunately. I felt as if I just faded in and out, just blackness. Theo: Hmm... Annisha:@ :: The cargo ship makes contact with the surface of the planet, bouncing a few times :: Annisha:@ :: Screams :: Alexis McFarland: @ Ahh! Chirakis: ::enjoying a few days without major incidents::: Annisha:@ :: Creaks and bending metal sounds :: BAM! Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Screams as she tries to hang onto the others.:: mimipavilion: ::puts the PADD she has in her hand down and rubs her eyes:: Annisha: @ :: The captain grits her teeth as the crew is tossed about :: Theo: ::taps on the console:: You tiny little nan..ites ::sings under his breath:: Fletcher Jackson: ::beginning to quietly hum a tune as he works::: Annisha:@ :: As the cargo ship makes its final long drag into the surface of the planet, the girls are thrown from their beds across the cabin :: Annisha:@ :: Annisha flies first, hitting her head against the wall, knocking her out :: Chirakis: ::stops by Commander Coleridge::: Nice to have a quiet day, Commander. But it's also strange. Annisha:@ :: After what seems like forever, the cargo ship stops, throwing anything not locked down towards the front of the ship :: Tarisa: @ Miana> ::Bounces a couple times and rolls as her feet hit the wall. Remains conscious, but her shoulder is banged up. Instantly starts crying.:: Scott Coleridge: True Annisha:@ :: Annisha lies there motionless :: Theo: ::Dacia:: What can you tell me about nanites? mimipavilion: ::sits there for moment with this odd feeling coming over her:: Alexis McFarland: @ ::tumbles a few times as she's thrown out of bed and hits her head on the floor:: Dacia Sandero: Nanites? Those little machines that can go into otherwise inaccessible places? Not much, I'm afraid. Annisha:@ ::Meanwhile, Gila and her crew aboard the shuttle are just noticing something amiss :: Theo: ::Dacia:: I hear the Borg use them to assimilate people too. Annisha:@ Gila: Great, they probably cloaked... Dacia Sandero: I heard that too. Annisha:@ Gila: Rihans... mimipavilion: ::heads to tl:: I'll be back in a bit Dacia. Dacia Sandero: OK, sure mimipavilion: ::orders the tl to the CnC:: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/21/18 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well done. Chirakis: Commander, TBS? Scott Coleridge: Hmm Scott Coleridge: Far enough that we start to worry about the children being late Chirakis: That would be 2 days. Chirakis: And they have not reported in. Nijil tr'Korjata: Sounds good Chirakis: And science can still be working on the suit. mimipavilion: enough time for that nagging feeling to grow Dacia Sandero: Yes.. Chirakis: Very well. TBS is 2 days. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.