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  1. And Whether Pigs Have Wings* Chirakis Kirel Kirel stood just outside her office door, her eyes narrowed and her thoughts intensely focused on surveillance screens as she watched the latest episode of As Aegis Turns unfold. She had taken her usual stance, the one that often deterred disruption: stock still, arms crossed, expression intense as her gaze darted from one screen to another. It wasn't ordinarily meant as a deterrent, though at times it served that purpose well. She was merely thinking, looking for something, but what she was looking for she hadn't a clue. But she did know that something would emerge eventually. Everything was quiet, and had been fairly quiet since the dramatic docking of USS Mason. The ship came bearing Federation investigators and as many rumors as could possibly fit on a station, and then some. Adriatic’s experience—or conspiracy, depending on how you want to spin it—seemed to absorb the thoughts of everyone involved. Thankfully, the incident had been classified, so most did not know. If we add that to Ma’ev’s destruction and her crew’s mutterings about the Lore Kings, we have the making of a blockbuster novel—novel because not many would ever believe it had happened. “Coffee, Captain?” “Thank you, no,” she replied to the ensign as she raised one hand to stroke her chin. She had too much on her mind, too many incidents to deal with… most recently, the children. Yes, the children. Their parents and guardians had aired their concerns. It was their right, of course, but were she in the same situation, she would…. No. She wouldn’t. She could not relate. She could not relate at all. The surveillance screens faded as her thoughts wandered. The danger the children posed to security as well as the danger to themselves was incalculable, especially if whomever was calling the shots aboard USS Mason saw the children lurking and took them into custody. Commander Walsh was like that. Their parents may never see them again. They would be hostages of the Federation. Was she paranoid? Perhaps she was, but it was better than the opposite, especially when the children were concerned. Annisha. Alexis. Miana. Of the three, perhaps only Annisha had experienced the dark side of life, but for the most part, the children’s lives had been fairly simple. They were well fed, clothed, educated, and protected. In short, they lived a life of innocence Kirel could not begin to imagine. The captain's first twelve years were spent in a colony of Bajoran slaves on a remote asteroid in Cardassian space. She was born there, and that she survived to the age of twelve was nothing short of a miracle. Survival meant tunneling into piles of garbage to evade drunken, marauding Cardassian slave drivers who prowled the colony for young female Bajoran slaves to... enjoy. Children and parents worked the mines by day and furnished different forms of entertainment by night. The garbage dump was not only Kirel’s refuge, it was her source of comfort, her place of rest, and her source of food—of which there was little. Her education? Apparently somewhere buried in her genes was one of survival, stealth, and cunning. She hid in musty, dark attics to eavesdrop on Cardassian overlords as they discussed life outside the colony. Through them, she learned of Cardassia, the asteroid belt, and the location of the asteroid on which she lived. By watching and listening she learned their language, their tactics, and small craft maneuvers. She practiced their combat tactics in secret. She dug metal scraps from the garbage dump and skillfully fashioned them into weapons, then stored them in an abandoned area of the mine. She hoped to escape some day. She never had the chance. The colony was discovered by a small Klingon force under the command of HoD GoragH. When GoragH saw the she slaves’ condition, he exploded in an outrage, attacked and mercilessly slaughtered the Cardassians, then freed the Bajoran slaves. Kirel survived. Her parents did not. Several years later she would be recruited by Starfleet Intelligence and eventually become what she was now: Chief of Security in charge of three highly intelligent and inquisitive children who have no idea what it is like to be held captive. Except for Annisha. She knew. “Captain?” Lt Garand’s voice drew her back to reality. Her arms dropped slowly and a deep breath followed by a long sigh tried unsuccessfully to erase the memory. She could still hear their voices, feel the dankness of the mines, and smell the dump she ate from and slept in. “Lieutenant.” She nodded. “Walk with me.” A slow pace down the corridor helped to clear her mind and focus on the situation at hand. Upon entering the conference room, she secured the door and engaged surveillance of the USS Mason’s docking area. “Just so you are aware, Lieutenant, Ensign Guidry has been permanently moved to heavy administrative duty and will not be joining your security detail, or any security detail for that matter. He was apparently ‘otherwise occupied’ when the children entered the docking area.” Garand’s jaw clenched, pulling his lips and brows into a deep frown. “Otherwise occupied, Captain?” “We won’t go into that, Lieutenant. Suffice to say that it took all my strength to not….” She stopped short of wring his neck, and chose, “...convene a court martial. I have informed his… companion’s superior. It will not happen again. Ever.” Immediately dropping the subject, she pointed at the monitor where the docking area was visible from several angles, then stepped back to study it closely. “I have studied the surveillance records, but I want you to tell me what you and your detail observed. Even the smallest bit of information is important. What did you notice? What did the detail notice? What did those who were interviewed say when they left the ship, if anything? What did they look like—their expressions, the way they walked out versus the way they walked in? Anything.” After a few hours of discussion and documentation, Garand left. Kirel mentally stacked his information next to the information gleaned from surveillance footage. What emerged was more than interesting. Curious. Actually… beyond curious. In fact, it might be the key to knowing the investigators' true purpose. ____________ *The Walrus and the Carpenter Lewis Carrol
  2. =/\= Aegis Mission Brief 12/1/17 - 10:03 PM=/\= 17 April 2388 - Stardate 2388.107 TBS is 36 hours. The time is 1000 hours - 10:00 AM Aegis local. The Adriatic, LTCDR Lawliet in command, is approaching the temporal fold. It is close to Alien Alliance space. Alpha Squadron is on patrol. =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= =/\==/\=BEGIN SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: (# for Adriatic) mimipavilion: ::in her office:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::flying:: KelsaViegnor: ::planning:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::looking over the sensor readings:: Dacia Sandero: # ::in the sickbay:: Lawliet: # ::Adriatic bridge:: Mr. Jackson, position report. Amanda Davis PhD: ::stopping at Mimi's door, she knocks, even though it is open:: mimipavilion: ::looks up:: Enter Alexis McFarland: ::playing with Annisha and Miana somewhere:: Scott Coleridge: ::making his way towards the CnC:: Fletcher Jackson: # We are... within range according to the Ma'ev's information. Kallah Ramson: ::on the CnC, walking all the stations:: Fletcher Jackson: # But I don't register anything. Tarisa: # ::Enters the bridge.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::enters and approaches Mimi's desk:: We might have a very big problem, Mimi. Tarisa: Miana> ::Following Alexis:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Sensors showing a planetary system. Four terrestrial planets, 2 gas giants. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: How so? KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::minding the storefront while Kelsa is doing the usual routine paper- (well, PADD) work:: Amanda Davis PhD: Well ::she sits, somewhat uneasily:: I spoke to Dr. Stone, who is a deep space trauma specialist... Lawliet: # Very well, bring us to impulse. ::turns to Tarisa:: Good timing Commander. We're approaching the coordinates. Begin sensor analysis. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Scott Coleridge: ::finishes making various rounds, speaking to some of the department heads, enters TL:: CnC, please. Fletcher Jackson: # Going to impulse, aye. ::cuts the power down to sub warp::: Jylliene: @ ::still at cabin on lake, amazed at how nice the extended vacation feels:: Lawliet: # ::walks over to Cayne:: Commander, deploy a class one probe. Full sensor complement. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Noting his display :: Aye. Will be one minute. mimipavilion: ::Amanda:: And... Amanda Davis PhD: I'm concerned about the Adriatic crew. There is a good possibility that the Ma'ev crew who are, despite being Romulan, experiencing fear, depression, and anxiety... Tarisa: # ::Steps over to the SCI console and begins.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Apparently all this can be traced to experiencing the same temporal time frame repeatedly. Lawliet: # ::walks over to Jorahl:: SubCommander, any indication of life in the system? KelsaViegnor: ::pulls up a regional star chart and peruses:: Amanda Davis PhD: Dr. Stone says that their brain patterns can become scrambled through this kind of experience. mimipavilion: Ok... think we should have the Adriatic Crew pull back so they don't fall into the same experience. Amanda Davis PhD: Well... scrambled it's exactly the word he chose. He said it would be like getting your ODN lines messed up so the right... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Third planet is class -M. No energy readings that would show advanced life. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes. I agree. mimipavilion: ::nods:: +CnC+ Pavilion to CnC Chirakis: ::at her station, CnC:: Chirakis: Lackey> +com+ Go ahead Doctor. Lawliet: # ::nods and turns to Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, dispatch a subspace message to Aegis and inform them we have arrived at the designated coordinates and begun our search. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Launching... Fletcher Jackson: # :::dispatches said message::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> There are some anomalies readings coming from the second planet. mimipavilion: +Lackey+ Inform the Captain that the Adriatic should fall back from the location that they are going to. Alexis McFarland: ::sits in the grass in the park and takes out her PADD:: Lawliet: # ::takes a seat in the captain's chair and looks at Jorahl:: What kind of anomalous readings? Tarisa: Miana> ::purring as she lays in the grass.:: Chirakis: Lackey> +com+ You're on live, ma'am. ::turns to Scott::: Scott Coleridge: ::steps out of the TL onto the CnC at just that moment:: Scott Coleridge: ::looks very rested and ready for a new day:: Tarisa: # ::Ears perk as she focuses on the 2nd planet.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> So far, unclear. The planet is much like Venus in the Terran system. But, there are some chemical readings not normal for such a planet. Chirakis: Lackey> Commander Coleridge, sir. Dr. Pavilion recommends that the Adriatic should fall back from the location they are going to. Chirakis: Lackey> I'm assuming she means the temporal fold, sir. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: Run a tectonic survey. Tarisa: # ::Nods as she begins.:: Scott Coleridge: ::Lackey:: Understood. Has she explained why yet? Lawliet: # ::thinks for a moment:: Could this be the result of any natural forces? Kallah Ramson: ::listening to the conversation:: Scott Coleridge: ::his rested posture and expression slump microscopically as he is confronted immediately upon his entrance:: Chirakis: Lackey> No, sir. She's on live. ::he points to the com::: Fletcher Jackson: # ::cruising at half impulse toward the planet::: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Possible. Waiting on the tectonic scans. mimipavilion: +Scott+ The reasoning is sir, that they could experience fear, depression and anxiety. Considering that they don't have a counselor on board. I recommend they fall back to a safer distance. Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ What would you recommend as a "safer distance"? Amanda Davis PhD: ::mimi:: It could actually be worse than that. Paranoia is common. Amanda Davis PhD: ::waving her hands, she says quietly:: Completely away from the area. mimipavilion: ::nods to Amanda:: +Scott+ At least a light year maybe even more. Tarisa: # Scans are coming back. ::Brings them up.:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::gives a slow nod with a sigh, definitely worried for their safety::: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ They’re… not going to be happy about that. But acknowledged. We’ll let them know. Lawliet: # ::looks at the display:: mimipavilion: +Scott+ Understood. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # :: Looking at the display :: Scott Coleridge: +Mimi+ In the meantime, see if you can come up with any ideas about blocking or shielding against the effects. mimipavilion: +Scott+ Will do Commander. Chirakis: ::also listening, she looks to Ramson wondering what she is thinking at the moment::: Gila Orrak: :: On her day off :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::relaxes somewhat:: Oh, thank goodness. Kallah Ramson: ::to scott::: Commander, I think we understood the dangers when we began the mission. Have Adriatic continue. Gila Orrak: :: Goes to the scent shop :: Amanda Davis PhD: Dr. Stone has the Ma'ev crew in his care. I am working as alternate and assistant. Chirakis: ::raising a brow::: Tarisa: # I do not believe that to be natural. It does not seem to be consistent with the rest of the planet's data. mimipavilion: ::nods:: Maybe we could work on getting a plan in place for the Adriatic crew. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Triangulating as the probe continues. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Captain, surely there isn’t anything wrong with proceeding a little more cautiously... Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> indeed. While the atmosphere is dominated with toxic gasses, the planet was probably class-m less than a 1000 years ago. Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, let's. Fletcher Jackson: # ::doesn't like the sound of "toxic"::: Tarisa: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Lawliet: # ::looks towards Jorahl and back at Jackson:: Mr. Jackson, how long would it take us reach the second planet under impulse speeds? Kallah Ramson: ::scott:: ::nods:: proceed with caution, but we will proceed. Fletcher Jackson: # Under impulse, a few hours. Actually... 2 hours, 37 minutes. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::greets Gila:: Good morning. May I help you? mimipavilion: ::nods:: OK exactly what would be the best course of action to do so? Lawliet: # ::looks back at Jorahl:: Thoughts SubCommander? We could increase speed, but with what happened to the Ma'ev... Amanda Davis PhD: I would imagine that Dr. Stone could help in that regard. But you know he gave me the simple version. I'm sure it's more complicated than that. Scott Coleridge: ::Ramson:: Perhaps we could apprise Adriatic of the latest data, tell them to be cautious, and have Dr. Sandero keep alert for symptoms. Allow Lawliet to use his discretion in whether or not they need to back off until we can shield more effectively. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Continue at this speed as the probe collects more data. Alexis McFarland: ::playing a game on her PADD next to Miana:: Fletcher Jackson: # ::looks to Lawliet for verification:: mimipavilion: Alright, let's get him in on the plan. Lawliet: # ::nods:: Agreed. Mr. Jackson proceed under impulse power. Kallah Ramson: ::pacing a bit:: Agreed. Fletcher Jackson: # Aye, sir. Half impulse. Chirakis: ::steps forward:: Captain, if I may? Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards Chirakis:: Chirakis: As I understand it, when the crew is caught in a temporal fold that creates a loop of experiences, they will all be affected. None on the ship will realize that they are acting abnormally. Tarisa: Miana> ::Yawns and curls up by Alexis, looking at her padd.:: What are you playing? Lawliet: # ::looks towards Cayne:: Commander, redirect the probe to the second planet. I want a full sensor scan before we arrive in orbit. Chirakis: Some will be able to deal, and some will not. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Altering course of the probe... Chirakis: 10:31 PM Alexis McFarland: Mm, I'm playing a game where you have to dodge stuff and get a goal, it's fun Annisha: ::: At the other end of the bed :: Kallah Ramson: We are still working under the assumption that the fold was drawn to the Ma'ev by it's AQS. Adriatic should not have that issue. Lawliet: # ::to Tarisa:: Commander, as the probe is collecting data from the second planet I want you to continue scanning the rest of the system. mimipavilion: +Dr. Stone+ Dr. Pavilion to Dr. Stone When you have a minute please report to my office. Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Aye. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> +Mimi+ I'll be right there, Doctor. Scott Coleridge: If they're caught in a temporal fold, this all becomes moot. Scott Coleridge: But if they stay too far out of the affected area, they'll never gather the data we need to assess the risk to this sector. Tarisa: Miana> Oooh. ::Trying to stay interested, watching the game for a while.:: Alexis McFarland: Yea challenging but fun ::as she moves her character around moving obstacles to the goal line:: Gila Orrak: :: Arrives at the shop :: Kelsa? Chirakis: I would venture to say that the fold is a definite risk. Perhaps they should evaluate from a distance, measure its size, and determine its destination, nothing else. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::sees Gila:: May I help you? Alexis McFarland: Want to try it out? It's easy in the beginning. ::hands overr the PADD to Miana:: Gila Orrak: Is Kelsa not here again? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::knocks on the office door::: mimipavilion: Enter Lawliet: # ::reviewing the sensor analysis:: Kallah Ramson: ::slight grin:: Do you think command sits around and arm chair quarterbacks us on our daily missions. Lawliet's in command. It's his call now. Tarisa: Miana> Um...ok. ::Takes the padd.:: KelsaViegnor: Thelea> She is. One moment, please. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::enters:: Yes, Doctor Pavilion. How can I help you? ::then spots Amanda::: Tarisa: Miana> ::Tail begins to flail about as she plays.:: Alexis McFarland: ::smiles:: You gotta touch the guy left and right to move him. Chirakis: ::polite nod:: Yes, Captain. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::moves over towards Tarisa's station:: What do you make of those high atmospheric readings? KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::goes to the door to the small office, informs of the visitor:: mimipavilion: We've been tasked with coming up with a plan to block or shield the crew from experiencing the same effects that the Ma'ev crew did. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::has a fairly good idea what she will want to discuss::: Tarisa: # They seem troubling, like they were not supposed to be there. KelsaViegnor: ::looks up from her work, nods, and exits into the shop:: Gila. Good to see you ::smiles:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Possible source? Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears lower as her character falls down.:: Oh no. mimipavilion: Care to help us with the task. Lawliet: # ::turns his chair towards Jorahl and Tarisa:: Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Block or shield the crew. :::his lips purse as he sits:: Alexis McFarland: aww. Gotta be faster. Gila Orrak: It has been a while. How is business? Tarisa: # ::Shakes head.:: Unknown until we get a clearer picture. Scott Coleridge: ::turns to Lackey:: Contact the Adriatic and inform them of Dr. Pavilion's latest findings. Instruct them to proceed as they see fit but to monitor for psychic and psychological symptoms. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Shall I send the probe around again? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Well, since we're talking about an actual temporal fold, I would say that they should stay away from it. Tarisa: Miana> ::Tries again.:: Chirakis: Lackey> Aye, Commander. On it. Alexis McFarland: Not bad, getting better KelsaViegnor: It's doing well, thank you. And you? Lawliet: # Make it so Commander Cayne. Chirakis: Lackey> +Aegis to Adriatic+ mimipavilion: That was our concern as well. ::motioning to herself and Amanda:: Fletcher Jackson: # +Aegis+ You're on, sir. Lawliet: # ::hears the com beep:: Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Exterior shot of the probe whooshing past the camera :: Scott Coleridge: ::takes his station and checks for updates on his other responsibilities:: Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Dr. Pavilion believes that the temporal fold could cause all kinds of psychological trauma. You are instructed to proceed as you see fit but to monitor for psychic and psychological symptoms. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Tarisa:: If need be, we could have the probe skim the upper atmosphere. Samples may prove useful. Fletcher Jackson: # ::doesn't like the sound of that message:: Tarisa: # ::Nods in agreement.:: Yes. Tarisa: Miana> ::Makes it to the next level.:: Alexis McFarland: Yay! ::pets Miana:: Lawliet: # ::walks down to Jackson's position:: +Aegis+ This is Captain Lawliet. Message acknowledged. We are proceeding to the second planet in this star system. Tarisa: Miana> ::purrs.:: Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> Frankly, this is the first experience I've had with this syndrome. Most of the information we have is research data and nothing more. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> However, given the state of mind I've seen so far, I would say that the research meshes with what we see here. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::moves back to his station:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: I understand as I had my fair share research, but that doesn't mean that something can go sideways. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Say again. Transmission garbled. Chirakis: 10:45 PM Chirakis: ::looks to Lackey and steps toward him:: Lawliet: # +Aegis+ We are proceeding to the second planet in this star system. Come back. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> ::he nods:: Definitely. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::adjusting power to the sensors:: Gila Orrak: :: to Kelsa :: The work is very taxing, but a lot like what I did on Cardassia, except under these alliance ruleset. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Understand proceeding to second planet in star system. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Be advised your transmission is cutting in and out. KelsaViegnor: You seem to look well. Does it feel like it suits you? Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # Much of this data will have to be analyzed later. The station computer is more suited to this. Kallah Ramson: Use the sensor feed we're getting from Adriatic and cross reference from the Ma'ev logs. See if they have anything on this system Lawliet: # +Aegis+ Understood. We'll look into it. Gila Orrak: As soon as I can really prove myself I think so. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Adriatic, come in. Acknowledge. Gila Orrak: There are so many species here, far more than I appreciated when I arrived. KelsaViegnor: ::nods:: Lawliet: # ::looks down at Jackson's display:: What's going on? Chirakis: Lackey> :::narrows the stream to focus on their position as they know it:: +Adriatic+ Respond. Adriatic, respond. mimipavilion: So where do we begin. Fletcher Jackson: # No idea, Captain. We can hear them. Lawliet: # ::turns to Jorahl:: SubCommander, get with Engineering about the comms. Fletcher Jackson: # Let me try a narrower stream. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::hearing ops:: ::checking systems:: Comm systems are fully functional. Sensors show no sign of any interference. Fletcher Jackson: # +Aegis+ Adriatic here. Acknowledge. KelsaViegnor: Thelea> ::continues to go about her work:: Lawliet: # ::turns back looking down at Jackson:: Chirakis: Lackey> ::sigh of relief:: +Adriatic+ Acknowledged. You are loud and clear. Tarisa: # ::Scans the area immediately around the ship.:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> ::Fletcher:: please tell me there are more than 2 souls in Ops who know how to work the comms still on the station. Fletcher Jackson: # ::Lets out a breath:: Yes, sir. There are. ::Jorahl:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Loses last try and gets a "game over.":: Aw... Alexis McFarland: Ahh. You went pretty far Lawliet: # +Aegis+ Aegis, we will keep you apprised of our progress and we'll have medical keep a close eye on our vitals. Tarisa: Miana> Yeah. ::Hands the padd back.:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Sensors detect a ship in orbit around the 2nd planet.... then it's gone. No ID from the short detection. Chirakis: Lackey> +Adriatic+ Acknowledged, Adriatic. Leaving the comm system open. Alexis McFarland: ::smiles again and relaxes by Miana and Annisha:: Tarisa: # :;Perks up.:: I had a ship for a moment. Lawliet: # ::turns towards Tarisa:: You sure? Tarisa: # ::Nods.:: Yes, but it vanished. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Ship blips onto sensors again...and gone. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> We begin with what we have, Doctor. There's not a lot that we can do unless they experience the phenomenon. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Running a high res scan, increasing capture rate. Cdr Wyatt Cayne: # I will scan again. Tarisa: # It happened again. ::Tail going crazy, like a cat who had just seen a bird.:: mimipavilion: ::nods:: Lawliet: # ::steps up to Tarisa's station:: Location? Tarisa: # In orbit of the 2nd planet. Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> I'll send you all the data from Ma'ev's crew. Maybe the three of us can figure something out. Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Ship blips onto the sensors again and again vanishes. Chirakis: 10:58 PM Tarisa: # ::Perks up again.:: mimipavilion: Thank you Dr. Stone. Lawliet: # ::notices the blip:: Can you extrapolate its movement based off the sensor hits? Amanda Davis PhD: Stone> I'll send it right away. Amanda, I want you in on this. Amanda Davis PhD: Of course. Tarisa: # I can try. ::Makes calculations.:: Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana:: Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Focusing sensors onto estimated location. Lawliet: # ::looks up at the main viewer thinking about what's coming:: Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs as she rests her head on Alexis' shoulder. She closes her eyes and rests.:: Kallah Ramson: ACTION> Blips again Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> Got something. Processing sensor image. Kallah Ramson: # Jorahl> On screen...... :::puts up the image.... it's the Adriatic :: Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Chirakis: 12/1/17 Chirakis: Thank you. Chirakis: Well, then... Chirakis: TBS Captain? Kallah Ramson: Short. 15 minutes? Chirakis: 15 minutes it is. Chirakis: Comments for the crew? Kallah Ramson: None. Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew? Chirakis: Seeing none... Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.