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Sky Harbor Aegis Chat Log 28 May 2388 - Stardate 2388.149 TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis Local. Aegis has settled down to a normal routine. Science and engineering are working on virus prevention. It is possible that the Alien Alliance is testing the waters. Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Chirakis: =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Still working that coffee, even after several warmups :: Johnson Kenyon: ::lost in thought:: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::at CnC science station:: mimipavilion: ::still in her quarters:: Chirakis: ::closes the session with Solokov and Raza, makes a few notes, and puts them aside::: Dacia Sandero: ::working in Sickbay:: Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Miana and Annisha:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Giving Miana and Alexis the Rihan eye. Jylliene: ::CnC, ops:: Jylliene: ::double-checking the supplies:: Chirakis: ::flips her stylus a few times, then stands to stretch and stare out the window::: Chirakis: ::a few deep breaths and she exits her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil was already thinking of lunch. There were thousands of sandwiches, thousands of soups... :: Scott Coleridge: ::arrives back on CnC from a meeting:: Chirakis: ::notes the XO entering and nods::: Tae'Lynn Dran: ::having updates all the ongoing life science experiments she lazily watched the blips and beeps of the sensor inputs:: Alexis McFarland: Mmmm?? Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if there is some way to test his theory....:: Johnson Kenyon: ::thinking:: The SIMULATION! Jylliene: ::switches to another list, adds a few entries, subtracts a few others, then returns her attention to the requisition submissions:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Standing in front of a replicator, sighs :: Computer, one...one... split pea soup at 89 degrees. Johnson Kenyon: ::working his way back to the science lab where he was shown the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::Chirakis:: Engineering and science seem to have the current situation well in hand. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil quickly grabbed the soup and placed it on the table. He then stuck a probe to get its temperature :: Chirakis: Excellent. ::to Scott:: They have contained the virus? Scott Coleridge: Looks like. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: then tastes the soup :: Nijil tr'Korjata: Mmm. Temperatures are alright. Chirakis: ::takes a deep breath, considers that, and slowly exhales:: Johnson Kenyon: ::in the science lab... evidently alone. Picking up programming PADD and modifying the simulation:: Chirakis: :::still somewhat skeptical about the virus being contained::: Chirakis: ::too many "whys" and many more "whens" seem... menacing::: Scott Coleridge: I'm hoping our new security measures prevent future issues, but I recommend we keep security on high alert for a few more days at least. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He went to the replicator again :: Computer, one Rihan disruptor, early this century. Authorization gamma 2 3 9 0. Jylliene: ::sends the modified list off to Nijil:: Chirakis: Agreed. And security is on high alert, especially given the situation on.... ::she stops, realizing that they are in an open area and some things should not be discussed here::: Johnson Kenyon: ::programming the simulation with specific power output checks:: Jylliene: ::sends a few queries out to discover the need for some of the requests:: Scott Coleridge: ::nods, understanding:: Chirakis: ::Scott::: Commander, a moment in my office if you will. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Reaches in for the disruptor :: Well, this works. Scott Coleridge: ::raises eyebrows:: All right. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Primes the weapon, then turns it off :: Chirakis: :::turns to enter her office::: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Places it back on the replicator platform. :: Computer, recycle rihan weapon. Johnson Kenyon: ::turns on the simulation:: Scott Coleridge: ::follows:: Chirakis: :::secures and door and initiates privacy::: Please. Have a seat. :::waves in that direction as she takes her chair::: Scott Coleridge: ::takes a seat:: Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha still:: Chirakis: To begin with, there is a reason why Missouri is in high orbit... Chirakis: ...and they will not approach Aegis for a while. Tarisa: ::Enters the science lab.:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Is with Alexis and Annisha.:: Chirakis: :::proceeds reading him in on the alien ship, the massive delta-winged ship that ran itself toward Aegis and how it is being handled on Missouri::: Johnson Kenyon: ::I'm in the science lab:: Scott Coleridge: This is an Alien Alliance vessel? Jylliene: ::settles back in with normal requests, and considers whether there are any additions she'd want to make to Annisha's room:: Chirakis: It was. Scott Coleridge: I have to say I'm not comfortable that some members of the alliance have access to technology so sophisticated. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha> When do au think we'll get back to a planet? Jylliene: ((Never. Stuff always happens.)) Chirakis: It was the same ship we encountered at An-Ward, but manned by unknown aliens, not humanoids. Why we do not know. Commander, I don't believe it's a matter of having access, but having the knowledge to create it and use it at will. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Looks around :: Johnson Kenyon: ::watching the simulation alter:: Alexis McFarland: Which planet? I think we could if we wanted. I could ask my grampa to book us a flight on one of his ships. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: He had ran many tests on the replication systems without issue :: Alexis McFarland: I hope it'll go down better than our last trip to a planet, though. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Oh the planet was fine. Getting home wasn't. :: frowns :: Tarisa: ::Spots Johnson, walking over to him.:; More simulations? Alexis McFarland: Yes, that's true. ::clutches Miana:: Scott Coleridge: So Starfleet sent us 30 more engineers... any other sign of reinforcements? Alexis McFarland: Though next time let's go somewhere where the bugs aren't as big. Johnson Kenyon: ::noticing Tarisa:: Oh Commander! Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Someone brought PADDs to his desk to review. He nodded as he took them and started to read :: Tarisa: Miana> Will they lets us go so soon after our incident? Alexis McFarland: I hope so. Chirakis: Yes, there is. There is reinforcement around the station. Reinforcement that we cannot see, furnished by the RSE. ::slight smile:: Friends in high places. Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Hello. Johnson Kenyon: I was thinking about how the virus moves around on the station.... seemingly randomly... so I ran a simulation and traced its movements to the power couplings. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > :: Shrugs :: Don't know. We may have to escape. Perhaps a field trip for school. Johnson Kenyon: I'm... ::shakes his head:: I'm... Alexis McFarland: Maybe, but it'd probably be to one of the nearby planets if its a field trip. ::thinks:: That'd be fine though, I never been to the planets around here other than the one your grandparents are in Jylliene: ((::ears itch, as if somewhere, a child is plotting::)) Tarisa: This is quite the peculiar virus. Johnson Kenyon: ::slaps his head before continuing:: Sorry... losing focus... Johnson Kenyon: assuming the virus is of alien origin, it would not have to follow the typical programming. Tarisa: ::Tilts head slightly at him.:: Do you need to rest? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > They could be anywhere. Their home is really a collection of containers. Guess they could live in space. Johnson Kenyon: typically StarFleet programming.... ::thinking don't distract me:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Farmers in space... Alexis McFarland: Space farmers. Oooh. But we already live in space. mimipavilion: ::going through messages:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Nijil starts to daydream, falls asleep for a few moments :: Johnson Kenyon: typically programming... as I was saying... uses power in some minor amounts to transmit signals through the equipment. Alexis McFarland: ::lays down on the grass:: Chirakis: ::notes his silence::: Johnson Kenyon: ... the circuitry.... but what if they use the power couplings to transfer those signals and not just that minor amount of information Scott Coleridge: That's comforting, to an extent. Johnson Kenyon: ::stops and stares at Tarisa as if in a daze:: Scott Coleridge: But what about assets that don't make the shooty-shooty bang-bang? Chirakis: Explain, Commander. Johnson Kenyon: ::shakes his head and tries to refocus:: Tarisa: ::Nods.:: Mmm. I see. Johnson Kenyon: ::wonders if she's really listening:: Scott Coleridge: More intelligence assets... more scientists... if these species have all this technology, shouldn't we be actively trying to figure them out, instead of waiting for them to show up here and show off how impressive they are? Tarisa: Miana> ::Lays down by Alexis.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Wakes up :: Johnson Kenyon: in short, if the virus were using the power relays instead of the data command relay, it could bypass our security Alexis McFarland: I have family that are farmers on Earth and on Betazed. Tarisa: We've managed to isolate the virus, but do you have an idea on how to safeguard the system from future attacks? Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around, mumbles :: We got the time wrong. Johnson Kenyon: ::blinks::: Johnson Kenyon: ::holds his hands over his eyes and shuts them hard:: Chirakis: We are figuring them out as best we can, Commander. Hopefully Missouri's personnel will be able to decipher their codes, identify the composition of the hull, analyze the method of travel, et cetera. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks around at the padds, picks one up :: Johnson Kenyon: if it is using the power grid to transmit it's signals, that would also explain why the malfunctions Tarisa: ::Watching him.:: Do you need something to drink? The replicators are up again. I could get you something. Chirakis: There are many questions that need to be answered. For now, we do the best we can and rely on the expertise of many. Scott Coleridge: I suppose. Maybe I'm just wishing I could do more. Johnson Kenyon: the power levels have to be precisely attuned to send and interpret the command path Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Gets up to find a mirror :: Johnson Kenyon: ::Tarisa:: Has anyone told you how beautiful you are? Chirakis: It is... a feeling of helplessness. But do not allow it to consume you. Johnson Kenyon: ::continues along same thought as before as if that last bit was in his head:: If you want to stop the path of the signal, you put a firewall in it... here we have to stop the power transmissions which... Johnson Kenyon: ironically have multiple backup systems.... making it very difficult to prevent Scott Coleridge: I'll do my best. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finds a reflective surface :: Hmm. I look overworked. :: spies the soup :: Oh. :: slurps some into his mouth :: Mmm. Wonder what this is... Tarisa: ::Ears perk up, tail kind of stops. Cheeks turn a little red.:: Chirakis: Focus on the present, Commander. What we know, what we learn. And always remember that there are others backing us up, especially because Aegis is not the only target. The Joint Allied Powers are in this as well. I have no doubt that you will do your best. Johnson Kenyon: To stop it, we need to put turn off as many backup systems as possible. Tarisa: Uh...yes...that makes sense. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Finishes off the soup :: Alexis McFarland: (lol) Johnson Kenyon: ::eyes budge, mouthing:: Did I say that out loud? Chirakis: Trust yourself, Commander. Trust those around you. They are not perfect, but none of us is. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks of Nijil's mate :: Alexis McFarland: ::thinks about which planet they might want to travel to next:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Earth? Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Seems rather safe.. it has avoided many a disaster. Tarisa: Miana> Ooo...I have never been there. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: Sure! I can take you to New York City, that'd be fun. Tarisa: ::Quietly nods.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Can't we visit York City first? Scott Coleridge: What's our next move, then? Tarisa: ::Trying not to blush harder than she already has.:: Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Pokes his head out his office door :: Alexis McFarland: If we go with Dacia, she can show us around London. Old York? I think that's in England too. Dacia told me that once. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa and stares... stunned:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Looks over at Jylliene :: Ma'am, are you alright? Chirakis: Our next move? That is in the future until we understand the present. Johnson Kenyon: I think it's your tail... when I see it, I get mesmerized. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walks out to the engineering room, nods as people pass him by :: Chirakis: ::a light blinks on her console, she leans toward it and receives a message from Missouri::: And Missouri is making progress. Johnson Kenyon: I wanted to mention it to you before, but thought it inappropriate with you being so highly ranked and all.... Jylliene: Hm? Yes, fine - just a lot of mundane reports. Thank you. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Try being undercover for months on a cold planet... Tarisa: I... ::Tail slowly moves, so she grabs it, holding it to her side.:: Jylliene: No thank you. ::chuckles:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: It's not a profession for everyone...or many at all. Johnson Kenyon: I think you are probably the most beautiful and brilliant person I've ever met. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Walking around the room :: Jylliene: It's certainly not for me, though I'm certainly glad there are those who can do it if needed. Scott Coleridge: What have they found? Chirakis: :::contemplates his classification::: They have deciphered their code. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Just people watched for some moments :: Johnson Kenyon: Tarisa, is there someone in your department that might be able to help design a way to capture the virus in the power supply? Chirakis: ::stands to escort him out::: Now, Commander.... relax and get some lunch. That is not a suggestion. Tarisa: ::Is clearly flustered as she holds her tail, face getting a little more red.:: I...::Coughs slightly.:: D..drink? Water? Tea? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: If you ever need someone undercover, give me a call Commander. Scott Coleridge: Understood. Jylliene: I will. ::grins:: Chirakis: ::exits with him::: Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > Someone told me Vulcan, but they don't sound fun at all. Tarisa: ::Clears head a seconds.:: I...can have Computer Sciences do it. Scott Coleridge: Are you also having lunch? Alexis McFarland: I've lived on Vulcan on several years... it's okay. Scott Coleridge: ::trying to remember if Chirakis eats or just absorbs energy through sheer willpower:: Johnson Kenyon: ::goes to the food replicator and has it make some tea:: Chirakis: :::changes her expression to relaxed:: An excellent idea. Your choice. ::as they pass::: Commander Cayne, you have the con. Nijil tr'Korjata: Annisha > A lot of desert looking things. Johnson Kenyon: ::and water:: Tarisa: Miana> Mmmm Alexis McFarland: If we go to Earth, I know lots of nice places to eat in NYC. ::hugs Miana:: ::to Annisha:: That too, though they have a big lake there too. Johnson Kenyon: ::brings Tarisa some Earl Grey tea and cup of water Chirakis: :::motions toward the turbolift::: Chirakis: (two minutes) Chirakis: (sheer willpower, of course) Tarisa: ::Takes the tea.:: Thank you. ::Looks as he is handing the water as well.:: Did you not want something? Alexis McFarland: Summer is coming up, we'll be out of school for a while. Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Thinks about holding this together for an hour... no disasters.. :: Scott Coleridge: ::heads to the turbolift:: Chirakis: :::steps in::: Commerce Level. Johnson Kenyon: ::looks at Tarisa in the eyes:: I think I have had plenty... I didn't know the type of tea you wanted so I got both tea and water Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks at the replication system, looks like his corrections worked :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: Thank you Chirakis: Well done, as always. TBS will be until 5:00 PM - 1700. Johnson Kenyon: ::paused:: Chirakis: Comments for the crew, Commander? Scott Coleridge: Nope Chirakis: Comments or questions from the crew? Johnson Kenyon: curiosity only Nijil tr'Korjata: Was fun Chirakis: Next week is Thanksgiving in the US. We will have an unofficial sim. Dacia Sandero: Yes very fun. Chirakis: Therefore, if you have family obligations, you will not be docked any pay. Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.
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.