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=/\= 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.
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.