* CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12LCXO_Tal has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:05] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [18:05] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:05] :) [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::hovers attentively:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attatatta:: [18:06] oh, it really hates me... I'm gonna kill it! let me kill ity, cap'n! [18:06] Welcome, everyone, to Coronado sim #100! :) [18:06] ::applauds:: [18:06] whoop! :) [18:06] Cool. ;) [18:06] ::claps politely:: [18:06] wow 100 [18:07] We've got a bit of business to conduct before we begin. Lieutenant Ironside, front and center! [18:07] Doncha all feel old? :) [18:07] ::takes a step forward:: [18:07] << no :P >> [18:08] <> [18:08] 1st Lieutenant Ironside, it is my sad duty to inform you that your direct superior, Lt. Major Brennan, has resigned from the Starfleet Marine Corps, citing family concerns. [18:08] Do you feel that you are capable of leading the Marine assault team on this ship? [18:08] << Whaaaaaat? Whaaaat did you sayyyy? :) >> [18:08] ::meets the Captain's gaze steadily:: More than capable, sir. [18:08] <> [18:08] <<;)>> [18:08] ::raises an eyebrow quizically:: [18:08] <> [18:08] <> [18:09] *** ObsPrint (kince@Star6289.videon.wave.ca) has joined #uss- coronado [18:09] ::nods:: Mr. Ironside, it is my distinct pleasure to promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Major, effective immediately. [18:09] *** L1CC_Ironside is now known as LMMC_Ironside [18:09] Thank you, sir. ::clicks his heels together and gives a sharp salute:: [18:09] ::hands Ironside a voucher:: It's my promotion special. When you're promoted, turn this in for a free drink. [18:09] ::raises an eyebrow:: Looks like we'll be working together more often, Major... ::winks:: [18:10] In addition, in recognition of your outstanding performance of your duties in connection with the Zadar incident, I award you the Semper Fidelis Cross and place you in command of the 3rd Recon Regiment, effective immediately! [18:10] ::claps politely:: [18:10] ::sends one of his trademark smiles Ironside's way:: [18:10] ::offers his hand:: Congratulations, Major! Serve the Coro and your men well. [18:11] ::glances at the line:: Oh yes, Lieutenant Bentall, step forward! [18:11] ::lets a hint of a smile touch his face:: Thank you, sir. I'll make my best effort to continue my performance. [18:11] <> [18:12] ::claps, then watches Bentall:: [18:12] ::makes bunny ears over the CO while his back is turned:: [18:12] ::grips the Commander's hand and nods a thanks, releasing and stepping back to allow Mr. Bentall his room:: [18:12] *** ALff (alffred@Star5836.direct.ca) has joined #uss-coronado [18:13] *** LTEN_Bentall has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer ) [18:13] *** ObsPete (damagegama@Star6760.sprint.ca) has left #USS- Coronado [18:13] *** ALff is now known as LTEN_Bentall [18:13] <> [18:13] ::eats digital jell-o:: [18:13] ::stands innocently behind Lora, whistling softly:: [18:13] ::nidges Bentall forward:: [18:13] *** CoroLCARS has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer ) [18:13] !commission lten_bentall [18:13] *** CoroLCARS (CoroLCARS@Star6357.sm9.dialup.garlic.net) has joined #uss-coronado [18:13] *** ChanServ sets mode: +o CoroLCARS [18:13] 12U.S.S. Coronado LCARS System activation complete. Welcome aboard! [18:13] !commission lten_bentall [18:13] <> [18:13] 12Adding user lten_bentall as to database at Level 25 (Officer). [18:13] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTEN_Bentall [18:13] <> [18:13] *** LTSI_Traqzis has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [18:13] <> [18:13] ::glances at the line:: Oh yes, Lieutenant Bentall, step forward! [18:13] <> [18:14] *** LTSI_Traqzis (nephy@Star5169.ils.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:14] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTSI_Traqzis [18:14] 12Computer recognizes LTSI_Traqzis. Authorization codes enabled. [18:14] ::steps forward and tries not to trip this time:: [18:14] Lieutenant, thanks to your initiative and your dedication in the construction of the stasis units used in Zadar, an additional 5,000 refugees were saved. ::pauses:: Those people owe you their lives, Lieutenant. [18:14] In recognition, you are hereby awarded the Technical Excellence Medal. Outstanding work! [18:15] ::claps holographically, an oddly soundless action:: [18:15] ::frowns:: Thank you Sir. [18:15] ::applaudes softly:: [18:15] ::gives Bentall his own voucher and winks:: [18:15] ::claps, then stops as he thinks about the burning planet...and how it triggered something....:: [18:15] Again, welcome, everyone. Here's the briefing for tonight. [18:15] *** ObsPrint (kince@Star6289.videon.wave.ca) has left #uss- coronado [18:15] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:15] 12Stardate 239908.29: "Illusion Weavers" , Part 1, by Jester. [18:15] 12SUMMARY: Not only can the Killers destroy planets, they can also create them... [18:15] 12Three weeks have passed since the murder of the Zadar system. In the intervening time, the science and engineering teams have made little progress in understanding the self-replicating machine captured in that system before Coronado departed. However, Lt. Trq did devise a means of determining a basic chemical trace for it. [18:15] 12In theory, using this chemical trace, a starship's sensors should be able to scan for a matching trace in a star. Since the original machine had to be manufactured somewhere, and that somewhere would contain these traces, by scanning for this trace pattern, theoretically, we can learn where the original machine was built. [18:15] 12Coronado transmitted the appropriate trace signature to the rest of Starfleet, and six hours ago, we received a report from the U.S.S. Triton. This ship, a Nova-class science survey vessel, recently scanned the MJ-1020 star and found a match for the machine's chemical trace. Coronado is currently en route for this system. [18:16] acknowledged, Sir ^_^ [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] ackackackackackack... [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] ack [18:16] Any questions? [18:16] not at all, Sir ^_^ [18:16] No questions, sir. [18:17] No sir. [18:17] We're at slipstream, correct? [18:17] Yeah. If I devised this cool-beans technique, how come I didn't get a cookie or something? :) [18:17] ::nods:: Just a few minutes away from the system, and just coming into short-sensor range. [18:17] LOL [18:17] ::replicates a cookie for Trq:: [18:17] ::gives Mr. Trq a cookie:: Any other questions? [18:18] I'll take silence as negative. Let's sim! [18:18] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:18] ::munches happily, mouth full:: No sir. (muffled) [18:18] ::as usual, keeps a vacant eye on the helm console:: [18:18] 7> ::wipes down his bar countertop and chats with a customer:: [18:18] 12=.\ction= Coronado is on final approach to the MJ-1020 system... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] ::floats to one side of the bridge with a holographic padd floating in front of her. She's using what sensor arrays are unused to scan their target system:: [18:18] ::exits a TL onto the bridge:: [18:18] ::works the Mission Ops console, keeping a sharp eye on the machine inside science lab one for any activity, especially now that the ship is approaching what might be its "brothers":: [18:18] ::his vigilant watch over the science board unrelenting, wipes away cookies crumbs from his mouth as he notices readings coming in:: [18:19] 7> ::pops into the lounge and takes a seat at the bar with a friendly nod at Mr. Dalton:: [18:19] We'll be arriving shortly, Captain. ::leans back, reviewing the latest news in technology:: [18:19] ::Walks into the Sickbay to get to know it:: [18:19] ::is at tactical, contemplating recent events, while trying to be productive:: [18:19] ::hums a pleasant tune mildly as she taps at the floating holographic padd:: [18:19] ::moves to her seat and slides in:: [18:19] Captain, detecting an extremely unusual occurence. [18:19] ::nods, pacing behind the Helm station:: Science, give me a full scan of the system. Mr. Drexler, where's the Triton? [18:19] EMH> ::appears suddenly in the sickbay:: [18:20] ::keeps his ears open, waiting for both Traqzis and Drexler's responses before deciding where to focus his attention:: [18:20] It appears that since the last time this system was mapped, a new planet was come into existence... [18:20] :: turns and looks at the EMH curiously:: [18:20] ::is behind Drexler, observing and trying to pick up any skills he isnt aware of himself:: [18:20] 7> ::looks around the lounge, getting a feeling for the place, thankful for a little time off:: [18:20] EMH> Are you the new Chief Medical Officer? [18:20] ::moves his gaze over the sensor display as he turns to Lora:: Triton is about 5 light-years away, still surveying the region. [18:20] Yes, as a mater of fact i am [18:20] 7> ::smiles:: Mr. Bentall ... we are honored at your finally blessing our humble establishment with your presence. ::bows from the waist:: [18:20] ::waits for Drexler to finish:: [18:20] 7> What may I get for you? [18:20] ::nods to himself and pulls up a copy of the sensor readings, comparing the planet and the region to the known specifications of the machines:: [18:21] EMH> Finally! This ship has no respect for a hologram such as myself. . . your office is to the right, all the supplies are up to date, there are no patients right now. [18:21] ::nods, splitting his attention between Drexler and Trq:: [18:21] Well, glad to feel welcome, everything seems to be in order [18:21] ::sets up a seperate part of the console for SL1 monitoring, keeping an open channel to the four marines there looking after the captured machine:: [18:21] 7> ::returns the smile:: Well I figured with all your wonderful help you gave me team and I a couple weeks back, it was time to pop in and give you some business. As for what I would like, what would you recommend? [18:21] There's more... The 'new planet' is encircled by a neutronium ring. It's about 100,000 kilometers from the planet, and seems to be in a steady geosynchronous orbit. [18:21] EMH> ::grumbles:: Is there anything that you need, Doctor? [18:22] ::nods at Trq's analysis as the smae information appears on her own holographic padd:: [18:22] ::raises an eyebrow:: That sounds suspiciously likely. [18:22] ::nods:: Neutronium signature. ::heads back for his chair:: Yellow alert. [18:22] 12=.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as the ship's alert status changes to 8,1 yellow . [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:22] ::frowns and begins attempting to ascertain the purpose of the neutronium ring:: I think we've found our target.... [18:22] 7> ::runs a couple fingers along his chin, as if in thought:: Are you looking for simply a drink, or for something to eat as well? [18:22] Not that I can think of, but I'm sure i will consult with you over the next few days about indvidule patients [18:22] ::changes alert status and begins monitoring shield status, with a steady eye on the scanners:: [18:23] EMH> Excellent. ::He disappears in a shower of sparking light:: [18:23] ::glances down, closing the "Popular Warp Mechanics" article:: Ready to drop out at your leisure, Captain. [18:23] 7> Bit of both actually. I haven't had anything to eat yet today. Slept in. ::grins:: [18:23] 7> ::pulls out three bottles from beneath the bar and begins to pour them into a glass, one at a time, waiting for each to rest before creating the second. [18:23] ::turns to Lora:: Captain, shall I check on the progress on the analysis of the Killer device? [18:23] ::Head pops up towards the ceiling at the sound of the yellow alert:: good time to figure out where everything is [18:23] 7> ::finally finishes with the third, and pushes the glass towards Bentall:: [18:23] ::begins with looking on top of the tables stationed around everything in place:: [18:24] ::looks at the drink with an amused grin:: Now what in the cosmos is that? [18:24] ::nods:: Bring us out of the drive, Mr. Dejat. [18:24] ::glances at Tal and nods:: In particular, I want to know if that thing reacts to our arrival in the system. [18:24] 7> ::indicates it:: Just try it. [18:24] ::taps a command and drops the Coronado out of slipstream and engages the impulse drive in one smooth motion:: [18:24] ::her padd disappears as she straightens and folds her hands behind her back serenely:: All systems functioning at optimum, all departments report in at yellow-alert ready. [18:24] For all we know, these things have some kind of radio controller. [18:24] 12=.\ction= With a chirping sound from the Helm console, the Coronado's impulse engines engage... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] ::stands to her feet:: aye sir [18:24] ::walks over to the storage cabnets, everything in place:: [18:24] ::sets forward sensor palettes to scan the planet intensely upon securing from slipstream:: [18:24] ::looks over at his monitoring console as it beeps almost the instant the ship exits slipstream:: Sir, our guest in science lab one seems to be awakening. I believe he may be trying to send a signal towards that planet. Should I jam? [18:25] 12=.\ction= Coronado drops to impulse power only a few million kilometers from the planet and its neutronium ring. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] +taps+ Lieutenant Bentall, Mr. Kosh - please join me in Science Lab 1. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] What the... [18:25] ::heads for the TL and steps in:: Science Lab 1 [18:25] ::immediately sets up sensors for scanning the surrounding area:: [18:25] ::turns to Ironside and nods forcefully:: Do it. And stand by to beam it out of the ship at need -- widest possible dispersal. [18:25] ::squints, blinks, then furrows his brow:: That's just messed up... ::recalibrates the sensors:: [18:25] 7> ::frowns:: Why is someone always pulling my customers away? [18:25] Standard orbit, Captain? Or are we going to be holding back and watching from here? [18:25] 7> ::frowns:: Well. I can't know. So much for my day off. ::rises and heads out the door:: Thanks anyways. I'll be back. [18:25] ::walks into her office, everything in place:: Everything looks exactly a text bookfrom the acedemy [18:26] ::hears a blip-blip-blip, then looks back at his display panel:: I don't believe this... [18:26] ::exits the TL and enters the Sci Lab:: [18:26] ::walks tword the nearest TL:: [18:26] 7> ::waves Bentall off, and takes a big swig out of the glass:: [18:26] ::heads to Science Lab 1:: [18:26] ::floats over to Trq:: Is there something that you need help with, Sir? You seem to be confused. [18:26] ::nods and generates a dampening field around the science lab, effectively cutting off the machine's attempted signals:: [18:26] +taps+ On my way Commander [18:26] ::gets a close look at the planet and stares:: Let's keep our distance for a bit. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:26] ::to her self cause shes alone:: guess thats the result of an EMH running things [18:26] +taps+ Tal- acknowlaged [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:26] ::turns:: Mr. Trq, did that planet just do what I think it did? [18:26] ::picks up a padd and begins going over the latest findings:: [18:26] ::enters the TL:: Science Lab 1 [18:26] Captain, according to sensor scans, the planet has just changed from a class D world into a class L. [18:26] ::nods:: Shutting down impulse engines. ::activates RCS thrusters, making sure to hold position:: [18:26] ::quickly aftwerwards, gains a transporter lock on the machine and sets it for widebeam dispersal:: [18:26] ::smiles pleasantly:: [18:27] 12=Description= In the holographic tank, the planet clearly changed appearance -- one moment, it was an ice ball, all white. A moment later, it appeared to be a solid gray metal sphere. [18:27] SL1> ::sighs and then notices the machine:: hmmm... [18:27] ::enters TL:: Sci lad 1 please [18:27] ::panel blips again:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:27] ::looks over at Traqzis in a snap, then at the holodisplay tank, then back down at his console, confirming it with his own eyes just to be sure:: [18:27] Uh, Captain... [18:27] <> [18:27] ::sets a small bag down on her desk and takes out a few personal items:: well something to make it feel less..steral [18:27] ::watches the tank:: Any indication that it responded to our presence? [18:27] an unprescedented occurence, I can find no such happenings in our records. [18:28] SL1> ::arrives in the lab and looks from Commander Tal to the machine and back again:: Reporting as ordered Commander. [18:28] ::mutters inaudibly:: That's because it's theoretically impossible.... [18:28] ::looks over to Lora:: Too early to tell... [18:28] ::casually and quietly activates the navigational sensors and begins watching and scanning from his own console:: [18:28] ::nods:: Helm, hold position at at least a million kilometers. [18:28] ::walks up to the device, looking for any signs that it has changed:: excellent, Mr. Bentall - could you come over here?\ [18:28] <> [18:29] ::turns:: Savant, full diagnostic on ship's systems... especially sensors. [18:29] It's plausible, Mister Ironside, though highly unlikel. [18:29] ::walks out of the TL and into the sci lab:: [18:29] ::nods:: We're at 2.5 million at the moment, Captain. [18:29] ::panel blips again:: There it goes again. [18:29] SC1> ::walks over to the machine and looks it over:: Odd looking thing, isn't it Sir? [18:29] all systems are operating at optimum efficiency within accecptable ranges of error. [18:29] <<::chuckles:: 'Inaudibly', even for a computer, really! ;-)>> [18:29] ::turns to tal:: summonded?? [18:29] standard deviation is zero-point-zero-four percent. [18:29] 12=Description= The planet changes appearance again -- now it looks lush with dark green vegetation, brown hills, and open water. [18:29] Although if you'd like, I could always move in further. ::smiles:: [18:29] Reading signs of a worldwide tropical climate... Dense rainforests, massive life sign readings. [18:29] ((You forgot that I can read lips, Dave. . .)) [18:30] ::turns back to the tank and nods:: Understood. ::glances at Ironside:: Major, how ambitious do you think the 'birds are feeling at the moment? [18:30] ::nods at Kosh:: pleaase, join us over here... [18:30] *> ::walks out of Seventh Heaven and into a nearby turbolift:: [18:30] SL1> ::the Marines in the science lab shift slightly under the crew's examinations, having to switch their priority from watching the machine, to keeping the crewmembers safe:: [18:30] SL!> ::looks at Ensign Kosh and then back at the machine:: [18:30] Well now, the last time I saw a planet do that, it was on a tape of the old Genesis project... [18:30] ::walks over to tal, pondering what there starring at:: [18:30] ::notes that Ironside isn't at Mission Ops and chuckles:: +taps+ Ironside, this is the Bridge. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] ::discreetly:: Computer, scan for any indications of a cloaking field or massive holographic projector... Anything out of the ordinary about that planet. [18:30] ::Cross-references the current events with aforementioned Genesis project data:: [18:31] 12=Description= The Killer device remains basically inactive. It appears cold and lifeless, as if it has never functioned. [18:31] <> [18:31] ::turns from his console:: All Spectres are fully operational and have just finished their first maitenance shakedown, sir. They should be fully capable of whatever you need. [18:31] -> *LMCC_Ironside* LOL Then use Marines> SL1> next time. ;) [18:31] M> ::enters sick bay and sees the new doctor:: [18:32] SL1> ::picks up a PADD and reads over it's contents, wondering what he could possibly add to the study when all he really wants to do is dissasemble the thing and flush it out the nearest airlock:: [18:32] ::nods:: Would you object to your Captain ordering a reconaissance run on the planet itself? I want to put something moving just inside the ring. [18:32] M> ::walks over:: You must be the new CMO! ::extends a hand:: Mr. Dalton, ship's bartender and "crew morale officer". [18:32] ::points to a section of machinery:: what do you gentlemen make of that? [18:32] ::looks up to see a man standing in the sick bay:: Hello, nice to meet you ::shaking his hand:: [18:32] I don't want to provoke an attack, but I do want to see if they'll respond, and the Spectres can outrun any neutronium weapons that are launched at them. [18:32] M> And you would be ... ? [18:33] oh sorry Callie Dakota [18:33] ::would apppear to be any other crewmember, were it not for the unsettling facts that she floats a small distance from teh floor and doesn't seem to be breathing:: [18:33] ::stairs at the pointed out section:: [18:33] ::nods:: Aye sir...::turns back to his mission ops console and begins tapping:: Prepping Thunderbirds for launch....::contacts the squadron and alerts them to their mission:: [18:33] SL1> ::looks over the pointed out section looking for anything that would be useful:: It's looks a little more condensed then the rest of the machine in that spot. [18:33] << nor blinking :) >> [18:33] ::reports To Trq pleasantly:: There appear to be no holprojectors or sensory masking equipment at work here, Sir. [18:33] 12=.\ction= Every two or three minutes, the planet changes aspect again -- now a bustling cityscape, now a cold and lifeless rock, now a mini gas giant... [18:33] How long have you been on the Coronado? [18:34] ::heads back to his chair and sits down:: Tell them to use extreme caution, Major. [18:34] SL1> Almost as if it was shielding of some sort. But what would it be shielding? [18:34] ::nods:: It's nice to meet you. It's very nice to have a real medical officer on board finally, and not have to deal with that inhuman EMH program anymore. [18:34] it would appear that what we are witnessing is not an illusion. [18:34] ((Hey! I heard that! 8;D)) [18:34] Am I the only one that finds this continual change disturbing? [18:34] SL1> possibly a control of some type?? [18:34] I've been here since its maiden voyage, doctor. An ... unplanned guest, you could say. [18:34] ::glances at Tac:: Mr. Drexler, rules of engagement -- if you witness the construction of a machine, you are authorized to fire. [18:34] *** Aurie (aurie@Star6226.btigate.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:34] If you witness an attack on the Spectres or on Coro, you are authorized to fire. [18:34] ::nods:: Allready done sir. Estimate four minutes to Thunderbird launch. ::downloads mission parametres into the Spectres and sets up a monitoring system:: [18:34] well this sickbay is remarkable, no sickbay is kept like this, its right out of a text book [18:34] Not to mention fascinating, improbable, tantalizing, and a number of other adjectives. [18:34] SL1> or some kind of transeeveer [18:34] Otherwise, no weapons. Clear? [18:34] I would be highly disturbed had I he capacity to be so, Mister Dejat. [18:35] ::hears his name, turns to Lora, then nods in acknowledgement:: Understood, sir. [18:35] ::smiles:: Nice to know that someone agrees with me, ma'am. [18:35] ::nods pleasantly:: [18:35] kind of a unoffical counsler, eh Mr Dalton? [18:35] ::turns to Ironside and nods:: Launch when ready, Major. [18:35] M> ::shrugs:: Well, orderly doesn't necessarily make for a sick bay people want to visit. I'm sure many people will finally now come to take their routine physicals. [18:35] SL1> Good guess Ensign. I suspect it may be both. I wonder if it's the "brain" of the machine. [18:35] 12=.\ction= Lt. Commander Tal starts to reach inside, trying to dig at the section to which she pointed. The device emits a small elctroshock to her finger tips. [18:35] ::turns back to the console and warms up the phasers:: [18:35] +taps+ Bridge to Science Lab. Any reaction from our guest? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:35] SL1> OW! [18:36] M> ::scoffs:: Ohh my godness no. I have little interest in solving the problems of the various people aboard. I am an entrepreneur and a bartender. I run the crew lounge. [18:36] M> Well perhaps, I've never quite liked dealing with EMH's myself [18:36] ::looks back from his seat at the captain at the startled "oww" that came over the comm:: [18:36] SL1> Well physical shielding and electronic shielding as well. Are you alright Commander? [18:36] ((HEy! I heard that too! 8;D)) [18:36] SL1> ::thrusts her fingers into her mouth and indicates that Bentall should take Lora's call:: [18:36] SL1> ::knocks the pointed out area and then next to it:: [18:36] SL1> ::it makes a drastically different sound:: [18:36] +taps+ Commander Tal was just shocked by it but not seriously. Other then that nothing yet Captain. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] M> So ... has anyone given you a tour of the ship yet? [18:37] +taps+ Understood. Be advised that we are launching a recon flight -- keep me advised of any changes. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] Opening shuttle bay doors. +taps+ Bridge to Thunderbirds, you are cleared for launch. Proceed with extreme caution. ::nods as the Spectres rocket out of the bay:: Spectres have launched, proceeding to reconoitter point one.... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] No, I don't think anyone has had the chance yet [18:37] +taps+ Understood Science Lab 1 out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] ::floats over to the side of the room and folds her hands serenely behind her back:: [18:37] ::nods and leans back:: Take us in slowly, Helm. Science, if that planet or the ring react in ANY way, I want to know about it. [18:37] SL1> ::indicates that someone should get a medkit or a doctor to take care of her burnt fingers:: [18:37] 7> Well, I'm not otherwise preoccupied. If you have some free time, we can start now. [18:37] SL1> Should we try opening it up Commander? ::shoots an enquiring look at Tal:: [18:37] <<"Open the pod bay doors, Tal." "I can't do that Major." ;) >> [18:37] ::dedicates a pallette to the study of the rings and to watch for reactions:: [18:38] 12=.\ction= The Spectres howl out of the shuttlebay, rocketing over the Bridge and heading in toward a blue- ocean world... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] <> [18:38] ::nods:: Aye ::begins moving the ship forward at 1/16th impulse:: [18:38] Well, MR. Dalton, it would be much apprecated [18:38] +taps+ Bentall to Sickbay. We need a med tech to have a look at some minor burns down here. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] ::frees up the targetting protocol, letting it scan the area and automatically pick up targets, while he readies a couple different patterns:: [18:38] +taps+ Bental, on my way [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] 12=.\ction= The Marines in the SciLab shuffle about uncomfortably, but Tal quells their anxiety - for the moment. [18:38] sorry Mr.Dalton i'll have to get a rain check on that [18:39] M> ::frowns:: So I see. [18:39] M> ::shrugs, picking up a medkit:: I'll join you. [18:39] ::sets up his console to display the accumulated data from the Spectres, combining all the fighters' sensor readings into a single, easy to read display:: [18:39] SL1> ::waits for a response to his question about trying to open the machine up:: [18:39] ::leans forward, watching the Spectres go in:: Stay sharp, everyone. Full telemetry from the fighters, Major? [18:39] M> I'm not only a bartender, I happen to be the best medic aboard as well. [18:39] ::grabs a med kit and rushes out with Mr. Dalton at her side:: [18:39] ::Savant's data padd flickers into being once more, and she looks over it with mild interest:: [18:39] well i'll have to arm wresle you over that title [18:39] ::nods:: I am receiving. [18:40] ::finishes, then checks on the targetting returns, watching the scanners closely:: [18:40] SL1> ::looks at her burnt fingers:: I imagine that you gentlemen are correct about this being the brain center; it is quite well protected - you may open it up, Mr. Bentall. But be carefull... [18:40] Spectres now thirty seconds from recon point one. ::watches his console intently for any sign of reaction:: [18:40] ::nods and glances over his shoulder at Savant:: Savant, monitor the lifesigns of the pilots. If their ships start to come apart on them, handle their beamouts yourself. [18:40] ::heads to the turbo lift:: Science Lab One [18:40] Captain, this situation with the planet's got me stumped. Our sensors confirm that every reading we're getting is solid. No holoprojections, thoron fields or duranium shadows... No force beams, no light, heat or motion spectral anomalies... It's almost as if we were looking at some dimensional overlap. [18:40] ::begins humming again quietly, a concerto this time:: Certainly Captain. [18:40] SL1> ::shoves her fingers back into her mouth:: [18:40] ::nods at Trq:: Understood, Lieutenant. Continue to monitor... [18:41] ::the Turbo lift doors open:: I'm sorry i'm not sure who Betall is but i'm the new Doctor ::holds up med kit:: [18:41] SL1> ::nods:: I'll remove what appears to be the non protected parts first to be on the safe side. ::places his tool kit on the table and opens it up, removing a small plasma cutter he begins to cut away the exterior housing:: [18:41] 12=.\ction= The Spectres cross the boundary of the ring and start to circle just inside it, their defensive systems operating... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::console bleeps loudly, protesting something:: Captain, reading a massive change in the planet's makeup - It's... It's just changed into a class 2 neutron star... [18:41] Lieutenant, it's quite possible that the planet is changing. [18:41] 12=Description= There is a brilliant flash of white light that lasts only a fraction of a second... [18:41] ::shifts in his seat imperceptibly as his console beeps:: Thunderbirds now on course for reconnoiter point two. They are within the circumfrence of the... [18:41] ::console bleeps again:: [18:41] ::blinks:: Everyone catch that? [18:42] ::stands up:: Pull them back! [18:42] ::points out Bentall to Dakota:: That's him over there. The Chief Engineer. [18:42] ::winces, then checks the scanners for targets:: [18:42] And... It just reverted back to the original appearance. [18:42] 12=Description= ...before the planet changes form back to the a rock and ice ball. [18:42] SL1> Doctor, I am Lt. Cmdr. Tal - ::shows her burnt fingers:: [18:42] SL1> Well met Lieutenant. I'm Jarod Bentall. I don't need the help Commander Tal does. ::indicates Commander Tal with a toss of his head and a smile while continuing to cut:: [18:42] oh thank you Mr. Dalton [18:42] ::frowns, then resets his console:: All four Spectres are intact....no damage. My readings from #3 are very unusual, however. [18:42] ::assists Bentall:: [18:42] Thank you, [18:42] <> [18:42] Damage reports incominc. Mild radiation injuries in the fore section of the ship. the Spectre pilots will need to be treated for radiation poisoning. [18:43] ::looks over to the holographic tank:: Okay... Now, I'm going to take a nice look at the sensor readings here... ::a little shaken:: [18:43] Hello Tal [18:43] ::heads for the Mission Ops chair and looks over Ironside's shoulder:: Bring them back, hold at 100,000 kilometers. [18:43] Squadron now exiting the circumfrence of the ring...... [18:43] ::nods:: Doctor... [18:43] SL1> ::almost has the first layer cut off:: When this cuts through Ensign be prepared to carry it out of the way. [18:43] ::turns to look at Trq:: Full scan of our fighters, Lieutenant. [18:43] ::shuts down those sensors which were damaged by the flare of radiation:: [18:43] Aye Sir. [18:43] ::gets out her tisue regenrator and moves it over Tal's fingers:: Quite a burn you have there [18:43] ::says to nobody in particular:: Well, we got a reaction. But what kind? [18:43] Sir, should I halt our movement forward? [18:43] SL> Are you sure it's wise to be opening that, Mr. Bentall? ::indicates the machine: [18:44] ::turns to Dejat and nods:: All stop, Helm. Distance? [18:44] ::poises his hand over the console:: [18:44] ::nods and frowns internally, not enjoying having his work looked at over his shoulder, but continues to monitor:: The sensor from readings from Thunderbird 03 seem to be..... [18:44] ::frowns:: Shifting in and out of this dimension.... [18:44] ::disengages the engines:: 1.9 million kilometers. [18:44] Probability analysis woudl show that the action was a hostile and intentional one if the changes are being made intentionally at all, Captain. [18:44] ::switches to the starboard sensor arrays:: +com+ Don't worry, TBs... Just checking you out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:44] 12=Description= The panel that Bentall is working on comes off without incident; the insides glitter before them. [18:44] SL> ::grins at Dalton while cutting:: No idea Mr. Dalton. But we'll find out soon enough. [18:44] Well Comander, your fingers might be stiff for a few days, but after that they'll be good as new, how do they feel now? [18:44] ::console beeps that irritating beep once more:: [18:44] 12=.\ction= As the Spectres come in, it is clear that there's something amiss with one of them. Tiny sparkles of light flicker along the edges of its hull and shields. [18:45] SL1> ::wiggles her fingers:: Quite well, thank you , Doctor. [18:45] <> [18:45] ::analyses the unusual spectre:: [18:45] I'm reading some sort of interspacial phasing emanating from... Spectre 3's hull. [18:45] ::smiles at Comander Tal:: your welcome, anything I can do [18:45] SL> ::runs his tricorder over the insides:: Wow. This thing is still emitting powerful energy readings. They appear to be electronic shileding. The rest of this is going to be a little tougher then I thought. I need to figure out where the power supply is. [18:45] I recommend that Spectre Three be denied docking until further analysis is complete, Captain. [18:45] ::walks away from the XO and next to Mr. Dalton talking to Bentall:: [18:45] ::maximizes the readings on Thunderbird 03:: Sir.....Corporal Freeman's hull has experienced a 5% loss of hull integrity. That number is climbing. [18:45] ::nods:: Agreed, Savant. See to it, Major. ::turns to Trq:: Source? [18:46] ::takes a look at the findings over bental's shoulder:: [18:46] ::looks back over his shoulder:: The fighter will disintegrate in approximately 45 minutes. [18:46]