[18:03] Yes, let's give everything gay titles. [18:04] *** PeterX (~123@7f8dc.1faf4a71.dialup.rcn.com) has left #uss-coronado [18:04] "Attack of the Clones"... [18:04] Hehe Savant [18:04] "XP" [18:04] "7.pi" [18:04] LOL [18:04] "Brad Crossland." [18:04] *** B|NoAqui is now known as LJHL_Wilk [18:04] Ooops, sorry ;) [18:04] LOL [18:04] Beat me too it, Ryan. ;-) [18:04] *snickers* [18:04] Wow, Baralu's gonna sim! [18:04] to, rather. [18:04] oh hush you. :p [18:04] ::looks around for signs of flying pigs:: ;) [18:04] pretty soon... 3DSMax OU812 [18:04] 8:o [18:04] *** LewisSharp is now known as LTen_Skylooker [18:04] Anything with my name on it is 100% guaranteed to be high in quality. :) [18:04] not my fault Monday nights are satanic. :) [18:04] *** Jester is now known as FCCO_LoraKor [18:04] Damnit..... [18:04] High in quality gaiety. [18:04] *** Kari is now known as LCIO_Ma`Aru [18:04] ou812? [18:04] ou812? [18:04] ::looks for Pigs on the Wing:: [18:05] I'm just a little effeminate. [18:05] It's an old Van Halen album title. "Oh, you ate one two." [18:05] Yes, Floyd!! [18:05] Oh, you ate one too? [18:05] "Danial Larusso is gonna fight? Daniel Larusso is gonne fight!" ha! what movie is THAT from folks? :) [18:05] hehehe [18:05] Anyway, Exec, how 'bout waking these people up. ;) [18:05] *** McC is now known as Alados [18:05] If their down here sir, we'll find them. ROdger Rodger! [18:05] LCARS, let's roll! [18:05] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRXO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:05] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Two-time winner of UCIP's Bergen Award for excellence in simming!' [18:05] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +mt [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] rodger rodg... never mind... [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] <> [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:06] <<<#uss-coronado-ooc>> [18:06] Indeed, #uss-coronado-ooc . Thanks for the reminder. :) [18:06] ::nod:: [18:06] With that said, welcome to Coronado episode #100, everybody! :) [18:06] Hoo-ah! [18:06] woot! [18:07] speech! speech! [18:07] yay :) [18:07] LOL How about a briefing instead? ;) [18:07] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:07] Stardate 240205.20: "Swordplay", Part 1, by Jester. [18:07] SUMMARY: What the Watchers can make, the Watchers can also unmake. [18:07] It has been about ten days since the battle in and around the Reor, Meyer, Pitstop, and Gateway systems already being called the Defense of Reorsa. It was only a semi-successful defense at best. While the Pfhor ships have folded out of allied space for the moment, there is absolutely no doubt that they'll be back, on their deadline. [18:07] The leaders of each faction in the alliance are debating how to respond to the Pfhor Hegemony threat/demand that they join or be conquered. In the meantime, while we wait for a decision, Coro and many of the other surviving allied ships are either picking up the pieces, being repaired, or following up tangents related to the battle. [18:07] Coro's officers have been asked to investigate a tangent. In the aftermath of the battle, several Reorsan patrol crafts and fighter groups took it upon themselves to "mop up the stragglers," chasing down and destroying Pfhor strike craft that got separated from their capital ships. One of those patrol craft has asked for assistance with a situation... [18:07] Briefing complete. [18:07] ack [18:07] ack [18:07] ack [18:07] ack [18:07] ack [18:07] ack [18:07] ack... some speech... [18:07] ack [18:08] ack [18:08] Tonight's sim is inspired by a series of logs written by our very own XO, Commander Daren. :) [18:08] Hopefully by now, everyone's gotten a chance to read through the ones posted so far. ;) [18:08] uhh. [18:08] .... [18:08] err. [18:09] *cough* [18:09] ::grins:: They were sent out a week ago today :) [18:09] LOL Well, now you know what you're doing before next week. As stated, tonight's sim picks up about 10 days after the events of last week. [18:09] And of course, there will be some IC explanation of what's going on. ;) [18:09] Any questions before we get started? [18:10] what time of day is it as we're starting? [18:10] Since you asked, you pick. [18:10] I just have a quick comment... [18:10] While Savant throws a dart at the nearest clock, go ahead, Exec. ;) [18:10] lol [18:10] *** CROP_Tlaloco (tlaloco@2308fbe7.14fd58ce.east.verizon.net) has joined #uss-coronado [18:10] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o CROP_Tlaloco [18:11] howabout we start just as alpha shift is starting, sounds reasonable? or just before, so those of us who need it can get a few more precious moments of shut-eye [18:11] good morning Commander Tlaloco [18:11] LOL OK. Call it 0730. Any other questions while Daren types? [18:11] For those who have read the logs or are going to read them, the story that is presented therein has already been completed IC....if you were to ask Daren whats he's been doing in the Holodeck he'd be able to tell you. [18:11] ::yawns, stretches and turns back to sleep:: [18:11] Thats it. [18:11] If there are no other questions, let's sim! :) [18:12] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [18:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:12] ::Savant floats on the main bridge on deck 9, watching the goings-on casually. The program had no desire to interfere with what seemed to be smooth sailing:: [18:12] =.\ction= Coro maintains her position on the outer edge of the Reor system, helping clear some of the debris remaining from the battle. [18:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:13] Q> ::still sleeping:: [18:13] Q> ::rolls over try to catch a few more winks:: [18:13] ::sits quietly with his legs crossed in the corner of one of the gymnasiums, gravity turned up around him, as marines go about their morning excercises:: [18:13] << *> >> [18:13] ::muttering:: nineteen million light years from home to pick up the freakin' garbage. [18:13] Q> ::slips her uniform jacket on, leaving it unzipped as she moves about her quarters.:: [18:13] 7> +taps+ Farley to Skylooker [18:13] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:13] Q> [18:13] ::sips his coffee on the bridge:: Monday Morning...::monitors the current undertaking on a nearby console:: [18:14] =.\ction= Nearby, USS Vanguard, looking somewhat worse for wear, snags one of the last large pieces of USS Stirling and tows it in close. An Atlas class tug is also nearby, several of the other larger pieces in a tractor web. [18:14] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:14] ::She laces her hands together, index fingers extended, and asks mildly:: not a fan of the beginning of the week, Sir? [18:14] ::leans back slight in her chair and starts working on the queue of information that has accumulated as she was sleeping"" [18:14] *> ::sits in his quarters, reading:: [18:14] ::walks to the chapel:: [18:14] Q> Computer> Lt Skylooker, it is now time to wakeeeeeeee up! ::open full light and start the music box near Sky pillow:: [18:15] ::stands dormant on the bridge, off to one side; his eyes are not emitting their usual distinctive glow, more of a soft aura; his skin is slowly, rhythmically increasing and decreasing in size as he breathes through it:: [18:15] *> ::keeps his mind as inactive as possible, quietly meditating in his gravitational norm while still taking in the sounds of the men in the gymnasium working away:: [18:15] ::watches the holotank:: I wonder whats to come of the larger pieces of Stirling's hull like that one... [18:15] chapel> Computer, replicator program alpha seven, Tlaloc. [18:15] Q> ::jumps off the bed:: What!?!?!?!?! ah..... man.. someday I'll die here from a heart attack damit.. [18:15] 7> +taps+ Farley to Skylooker [18:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] Q> ::goes over to the replicator as she stretches.:: Warm tea. [18:15] Q> Oh.. ::search for his Comm badge:: [18:15] =.\ction= A packet from the Meyer system drops to impulse near Coro's position and begins the long fall starward. [18:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] ::odd, human creature steps out of the replicator:: [18:16] Q> Where is it... computer, locate my commbadge. [18:16] ::She replies to Daren smoothly:: recycling, Sir. Perhaps if a piece is found that's suitable, it can be kept for posterity. In all however I imagine it'll go to good use. [18:16] Q> Computer> Your commbadge is on you! [18:16] sir, we have an incoming packet. [18:16] Q> ::look:: Right.... +taps+ Sky here. [18:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:16] Q> ::alarm starts blaring at high annoying tones as Prescot stirs and smacks the alarm clock:: confound.... [18:16] chapel> while you live, the fires within you feed the rain. [18:17] Q> ::go get in uniform as he wait for Farley:: [18:17] ::nods to Savant:: A memorial for ship and crew would be very settling. [18:17] 7> +taps+ Would you care for a little breakfast before we begin our long day? [18:17] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:17] Q> ::shakes his head slightly as he makes his way over to the sonic shower slowly:: [18:17] Q> ::sips the tea and sits in a chair, bringing up the current status on her wall viewer.:: [18:17] chapel> release the bounty of the rain. :: plunges a stone dagger into the human's chest, and pulls it still-beating from his body:: [18:17] Q> +taps+ Indeed. Where should I meet you Cmdr? [18:17] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] the incoming transport ship is at 500 000 kilometers, bearing 127.83. Right on schedule. [18:18] chapel> ::rolls the body off the platform:: [18:18] 7> +taps+ I'm in 7th heaven. [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] ::moves on to the next file in line, taking a bite out of a pastry she had brought:: [18:18] ::She smiled gently at Daren:: I would agree, Sir. Unfortunately, current events require some amount of practicality. [18:18] *> ::breathes deeply in through his nose and out through his mouth, letting the movement of air through his body flow smoothly and evenly:: [18:18] Q> ::nods:: +taps+ I'll be there in a min or two, sky out. ::close the comm:: [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] chapel>::pours water over the heart::Tlaloc purify this offering. [18:18] =.\ction= The packet (a small transport ship of a type that shuttles back and forth between the allied systems) passes Coronado, on a direct bearing for Reorsa. [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:19] 7> ::orders a juice til Sky gets there:: [18:19] chapel>::finishes his prayers:: [18:19] I've sent our well-wishes to the transport, Sir, and given them an amenable flight path that's been cleared with LEO-control. [18:19] ::sips:: I don't see what this month is going to get us...since being stranded here we haven't been able to do anything against the Pfhor [18:19] Whats one more month? [18:19] Q> ::finished his thing:: Computer close light, stop the music box, and deactivate the WAKING SYSTEM!, tomorrow, I'm not on the duty roster. [18:20] time to think, Sir. And to plan. [18:20] chapel>::walks over the the replicator:: computer, prepare this- burritos [18:20] Q> Computer> ::do so and beep in ack:: System shutdown, have a nice day Lt. [18:20] *** LTSS_Thoughts is now known as obs_Alffred [18:20] Plan on getting the heck out of this galaxy, now thats a plan I can live with... [18:20] ::She put a hand on Daren's shoulder:: time to consider our options and investigate. There's a lynchpin to the Pfhor, if we can find it their architecture will collapse under them. [18:20] ::walks out of his Ready Room onto the Bridge, then crosses toward the CIC, nodding greetings at Savant and Daren:: [18:20] *> ::slowly brings himself out of his meditative state until his mind becomes fully active again, and blinks twice before surveying the gymnasium area:: [18:20] chapel> ::carries the body back into the oversized replicator:: recycle this. [18:20] Q> Ya bet ya! ::walk out toward 7th Heaven:: [18:20] Q> ::walks out of the sonic shower feeling much better as he puts on his uniform walking over to the replicator:: scrambled eggs, orange juice cold [18:21] Captain on the bridge! [18:21] ::nods in kind to LoraKor as he passes:: [18:21] Q> ::sighs and recycles her cup and stands, heading out of her quarters as she zipped up her uniform jacket.:: [18:21] ::smiles:: and Captain off the bridge ;) [18:21] ::raises one hand:: I'm a figment of your imagination. Not unlike-- ::stops himself:: [18:21] chapel>::sighs:: human sacrifice... it gets old. [18:21] *> ::rises and grabs his uniform jacket off of a nearby bench, dialing the gravity on the mat he was seated on back down to ship-wide norm before exiting the gymnasium on his way to the nearest turbolift:: [18:21] ::faintly senses Lora Kor's unique mental presence--two minds functioning as one--move into the bridge, but doesn't awaken:: [18:21] ::she nodded at the Captain and smiled politely:: a figment of my imagination? I thought that's what all of you were, Sir. [18:21] CIC> ::crosses behind the turbolifts to the CIC without saying anything else:: [18:21] chapel>::gets into the sonic shower:: [18:22] ::she cocked her eyebrow:: that was odd. [18:22] ::looks to Savan nearby:: Quite [18:22] ::The hologram looked over at Daren:: Has Lora been well, Sir? [18:22] *> ::enter the TL and head for 7th:: [18:22] TL> ::enters the TL:: Bridge, deck nine. [18:22] CIC> ::activates one of the holographic tanks and ties it into the LORASON array and the lateral sensors, portside:: [18:22] chapel>::grabs his burrito:: [18:22] *> ::leans back in his chair a little and stretches a bit, yawning:: [18:22] TL> ::exit as he arrived at destination:: [18:23] Q> ::finishes eating his breakfast and downs the rest of his oj and heads out of his quarters for the nearby Turbo lift:: [18:23] *> ::walks slowly down the hall towards a TL.:: [18:23] 7th> ::enter in and search for the Cmdr:: (w) hum... [18:23] 7> ::sees Sky enter:: Over here Sky. [18:23] mmm.. ::She put a hand to her chin, tapping her cheek with a long finger:: curiouser and curiouser... [18:23] 7th> ::see him and head his way:: [18:23] I've been tied down with Engineering on getting the ship back into working shape this past week, I haven't seen much of him. I've never known him to go "nuts", I suspect he's fine...just being quiet. Understandable. [18:23] TL> ::as the turbolift kicks into gear, puts the uniform jacket with green trim over his grey turtleneck underneath, but does not zipper it closed, preferring to leave it open for ventilation:: [18:23] TL> ::steps in and clears her throat.:: Bridge. [18:23] =.\ction= One of the new squadrons of Spectres, minus two ships, whips by Coro from right to left, apparently patrolling the far outskirts of the system. [18:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] TL> Deck six [18:24] indeed ^_^ He's under a lot of pressure. Speaking of which, Sir, i'll be right back. [18:24] 7> Have a seat Sky. [18:24] ::exits the turbolift and casually makes his way into the bridge proper, stopping by the replicator for a mug of coffee:: [18:24] CIC> ::drums his fingers on the imaging table, disrupting one of the projectors as he stares into the depths of the nebula:: [18:24] 7th> ::seat:: [18:24] ::The hologram disappeared in a sparkling shower of light before reappearing, oddly enough, in the corner of the CIC holographic tank - almost a tiny icon caricature of herself:: [18:24] ::takes a longer sip of the warm coffee:: I'll say this, I haven't been able to sit back and enjoy a warm mug of coffee in quite sometime...this pause is oddly cleansing... [18:25] *> ::lobs the PADD onto the table, with lands relatively quietly and slides about a foot to the edge of the desk... he uprights himself and stands, walking towards his bathroom:: [18:25] 7> What will you have today? [18:25] ::senses the somewhat Loktai-like presence of Ironside, a sudden pang of homesickness shattering his peaceful dreams:: [18:25] 6> ::exits the turbo-lift heading down towards the Barracks nodding at a few people on the ship as he goes [18:25] 7> hum.. not sure. What will you? [18:25] ::exits onto the bridge and glances around, heading towards helm and relieving the ensign there.:: [18:25] CIC> ::to himself:: Sensors can't see it. Interesting. ::continues drumming his fingers on the table, ignoring those around him:: [18:26] ::walks up beside the command dias and leans slightly against the railing while taking his first sip from the mug:: [18:26] 7> I was thinking some eggs sausage and toast. [18:26] CIC> ::pushes himself straight:: Then again, sensors couldn't see it last time, either. [18:26] CIC> ::The Savant icon smiled at the Captain and inclined its head:: I'm sorry to bother you, Sir. Your daily reports are waiting for you in your mailbox - there's been some interesting events in the Stirling salvage which might attract your attention, and particle physics has some interesting analyses of the Pfhor subspace burrowing mechanism. [18:27] *** Obs_Kendra (~lesa.day@C82D301.F5EB36D.18D12617.2310808E.us.prserv.net) has joined #uss- coronado [18:27] *> ::he touched the wall to reveal a recessed mirror and lifted his shirt a little, wincing:: [18:27] 7> Then, I'll take the eggs toast without sausage....wait, isin't a 20th century breakfast? [18:27] MB> ::nods to some of the men in the barracks:: at ease... ::heading off to a side area and pulling out a PADD that doesnt look like it was sitting down long as he pours himself into it again:: [18:27] ::smiles to Savant:: You know Savant, as a hologram, you may be able to appreciate this...shortly before all this, the last I had any extensive leisure time I completed one of the most unique holodeck experiences I think there has ever been. ::grins, sipping:: [18:27] CIC> ::turns and notes Savant with a nod and a small smile:: Very well, Commander, thank you. I'll review them later. [18:27] 7> My favoritr kind! ::smiles:: [18:28] chapel>::eats his burritos, [18:28] ::takes another sip from his mug:: And what might that be, Commander? ::to Daren:: [18:28] *> ::with his other hand, he gingerly touched the bruised area, scowling a little as his nerve-endings protested:: [18:28] ::grins and notices Savant turned and left:: Then again, I could just be here talking to myself [18:28] <> [18:28] CIC> perhaps soon would be a good time to invest some liberty in the holodeck, Sir. Heavens knows it's going to get hectic soon. [18:28] MB> ::frowning almost instantly as he looks into the PADD tapping away at it:: [18:28] CIC> +taps+ Lora Kor to Bridge... Helm, request permission from the Ministry of Defense to depart. Mission Ops, my compliments to Admiral Theron, and please inform him that we'll be happy to investigate the matter he brought to my attention. [18:28] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] 7> ::ndos and smile:: as I prefer 7 up for drinking. [18:28] CIC> ::she smiles widely:: I've never been much for the holodeck myself, however. Too artificial for my tastes. [18:29] CIC> ::glances at Savant:: Actually, Commander, we've got a bit of a puzzle that needs our attention. [18:29] 7> ::smiles bigger:: Pepsi for me! [18:29] CIC> Would you be so good as to prepare the gig for launch? [18:29] 7> ::orders for both Sky and himself:: [18:29] ::grins:: Something I was toying with for a while, as far back as when I was Chief Tactical Officer....the most realistic holodeck program ever created. The idea was originally for training purposes...but well, it changed as things do ::sips:: [18:29] ::instinctively looks up as the Captain's voice permeates the bridge from the speakers, then Hrms surprisingly and makes his way over to Mission Ops:: [18:29] *** obs (Hard_Josh@36391f10.3bc48775.ip.alltel.net) Quit (Ping timeout) [18:30] CIC> ::The Savant icon sat cross-legged in the air, a small item in the corner of the holographic display:: It's warming now, Sir. Will you tell me anything else about this mystery jaunt, or will you leave that up to my deduction? [18:30] MB> ::puts the PADD down picking up another looking over it as well, his demnor changing slightly but not all that much:: [18:30] 7> Thought, I wouldn't have been able to live up to that time. [18:30] ::without sitting down, quickly taps up a formal complimental message to Admiral Theron from the Captain thanking him for the information and letting him know that the ship will be looking into the matter:: [18:30] 7> Why do you think that. ::as the food arrives:: [18:30] CIC> I've always enjoyed puzzles, Sir, but perhaps my skills can be put to more productivity ^_^ [18:30] ::raises an eyebrow at the strange new orders wondering what had happened for him no to have expected them:: [18:30] ::Finishes the last of her pastry when she is about 1/5th through her backlog. Slides a few crumbs into a napkin and walks that over to a replicator:: [18:31] *> ::he focused on the wound for a moment, and watched the surface are of the bruise shrink ever so slightly... when he snapped out of his brief trance, he gasped for air:: [18:31] CIC> Actually, I'll need the assistance of both yourself and Colonel Ironside. +taps+ Lora Kor to Ironside, please report to CIC. [18:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:31] ::taps on her console, glancing from display to display:: [18:31] 7> The how the society was, the goverment, the normal people life and i would surely haven't make it to a job relevant to space, wich I passed my entire life at. [18:31] ::turns back around to face the centre of the bridge again, leaning back slightly on the outside of his console bay:: What makes this program more realis....::stops as the orders come through:: My apologies, Commander. [18:32] 7> ::start to eat:: [18:32] ::turns with his coffee and makes his way around the turbolifts and into the CIC:: [18:32] *> ::Suddenly, still gasping, he was overwhelmed with sensory information through his eyes and ears... it knocked him back into the bathroom counter. Stunned, he began dragging himself towards his bed. Whatever he did, it opened a floodgate.:: [18:32] 7> That is true they didn't have to many space related jobs back then. [18:32] CIC> ::as he's stepping down into the CIC 'pit':: Yes, Captain? [18:32] CIC> Delightful Sir, and there he is. Good morning Colonel Ironside. [18:32] CIC> ::nods:: Savant. [18:33] 7> ::eats:: [18:33] MB> ::picks up yet another PADD glancing between the two of them as he shakes his head:: (m) I should have payed more attention to the sciences.. [18:33] CIC> ::The little hologram tossed off a salute from the tank in the middle of the room:: [18:33] CIC> ::nods at Ironside:: +taps+ Commander Daren, will you please confirm that we have clearance to depart? I'll then need a course 240 mark 10, galactic center relative, into the Quaatis Nebula at slipstream, then slow to full impulse. [18:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:33] ::slowly begins to wake up, a general sense of higher activity and confusion permeating his subconcious from the general surface thoughts of the crew:: [18:33] *> ::Reaching the nightstand, he looked inside and produced a small, non-standard hypospray and quickly injected himself.:: [18:33] CIC> ::The view in the holotank which she was sharing residence in shifted to focus on that Nebula, and a full spectrum of scan results were displayed:: [18:33] 7> And then came the 3rd world war wich took off almost the entire population, and then the peonix changed all that to what we have today. ::smile and continu on eating:: [18:33] ::takes a sip from his mug and throws the small Savant icon a ghostly smile in return to the salute:: [18:33] ::perks, hearing course markings over Daren's commbadge, and absentmindedly taps them into the computer.:: [18:33] < >> [18:34] CIC> ::turns back to the holographic tank, adjusting it slightly:: [18:34] +taps+ Sir we have recieved permission to depart...Helm is inputting the course right now... [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] *> ::Sweating profusely, ears ringing, eyes burning, he fell onto the bed, feeling an icy sensation shoot through his arm.:: [18:34] =.\ction= The holographic tank shifts slightly, to display a ghostly planet surrounded by a nebula. Off in the distance, a star's light is filtered through the dust, giving the entire region an ethereal glow. [18:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] CIC> ::follows the shift in the holotank's focus as the nebula and its related basic information are displayed:: [18:34] CIC> A delightful nebula Sir, with a lovely red-gold hue and just a tinge more x-ray radiation than most. [18:34] ::insets the course in the computer and turns slightly.:: Course laid in, ready on your mark sir. [18:34] CIC> ...and the planet? [18:34] Engage slipstream Wilk. [18:35] CIC> Remarkably familiar, [18:35] CIC> ::arches an eyebrow at the planet:: [18:35] ::taps, pushing the ship into slipstream.:: [18:35] 7> Yes it was a kind of bad period for all. [18:35] CIC> ::looks at Savant as she speaks, then at the Captain:: Thistledown? [18:35] 7> ::finishes eating:: [18:35] ::his eyes begin to reach their normal glow as his odd (for a human) combination of infa-red, normal visible, and ultraviolet vision comes into focus; a deep inhale through his skin and he rises to full height, taking in the bridge:: {{Good morning, Commander.}} [18:35] =.\ction= Coronado arcs toward the Quaatis Nebula along the northwestern flank of the Reor system, then jumps to slipstream. [18:35] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:35] 7> ::finish as well:: Yeah [18:36] MB> ::glances over at the third one shaking his head as he sets them all down his head as he stands and walks over to the nearby replicator:: black coffee.. [18:36] CIC> ::She beamed widely at the Captain and Colonel, the expression exaggerated in the tiny cartoon of an image:: A wonderful example of shotgun first contact missions, Sir. [18:36] 7> Well that hit the spot. [18:36] *> ::His gasps for air for only a moment longer, cheast heaving with the sharp intake of air. The sensations begin dying down.:: [18:36] ::glances back.:: Four minutes to the edge of the nebula at current speed sir. [18:36] 7> Tell me, do we have some borg technologie around here?....hum? [18:36] ::nods silently:: [18:37] CIC> ::nods:: Stardate 240102.05, taken by Coronado's own sensors. [18:37] CIC> ::smirks at Savant's statement, finding it a little more literal than the phrase was meant to be:: [18:37] 7> ::thinks:: not that I know of. Why? [18:37] =.\ction= The tank's display shifts, very slightly, to show an identical planet in an almost identical nebula. [18:37] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] CIC> ::She nods:: i still feel embarrassed by that situation, Sir. I'm only glad that it ended well, and I hope that the planet hasn't suffered adversely for the event. [18:37] MB> ::takes his drink and heads back to the table he was at before, nodding to a GSgt as he passes and hands him a daily report form:: [18:37] CIC> ::suddenly shakes his head:: Wait, that's wrong. ::adjusts the display slightly:: This is the image taken by Coro's sensors. [18:38] *> ::He sighs and shivers, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.:: [18:38] CIC> No, Sir, I'm afraid you were right the first time ^_^ [18:38] CIC> Hrm.....::takes another sip from his coffee:: The Reorsans hadn't discovered this planet beforehand? [18:38] CIC> ::leans back against the opposite tank:: The first image was taken by Patrol Craft 1/3. Yesterday morning. About a half light- year from here. [18:38] CIC> Life signs? [18:38] 7> ::remember something:: I thought that with it we could do as the USS Voyager did, well, Ens Harry Kim extented the range of the "astrometircs" lab to scan for something like several light years and prject that on a 3d look screen. [18:39] CIC> Well, Captain, Colonel, i doubt that Thistledown has an identical twin. [18:39] 7> I thought that on our break time we could have worked on something like that ::smile:: [18:39] ::leans back again, sighs slightly, and regards her console with just a bit of contempt:: [18:39] CIC> Humanoid, animal mix, consistent with sensor readings from the Thistledown. Or as close as we could get to accurate readings. And no, the Reorsans didn't detect the planet. And it's not a twin. [18:39] 7> sounds interesting, if we get some we might try it. [18:39] CIC> Before yesterday morning, in fact, it wasn't there. [18:39] 7> I'm kinda searching for something to do at those time. [18:39] CIC> ::takes another sip from his coffee, but stops in the middle of it:: Beg pardon? [18:39] ::steps closer to the helm station:: [18:39] CIC> ::Savant almost immediately set what part of the computer that were availible to analysing the readings further... if there were a means for Thistledown to go from the Milky way to M64 and back, there certainly could be a way to exploit that:: [18:39] CIC> Computer, replay PC 1/3 sensor logs, time index 0742. [18:39] MB> ::yawns looking over the report and and begins to fill it out:: (m) blasted reports.. [18:39] *> ::Slowly he sits up... able to see himself through the bathroom doorway, and in the mirror. the bruise had lessened in severity during his overwhelming surge. He shook his head, making a note to working on the stability of his mental blockade.:: [18:40] 7> And convensionnal work isin't what what I mean. [18:40] =.\ction= On the holographic tank, a Reorsan patrol craft chases a linked group of Pfhor strike craft, firing weapons... [18:40] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] CIC> ::The Savant icon ducked its head just as a Pfhor strike craft swung by overhead:: [18:41] ::notes the swirling slipstream tunnel on the main viewer and glances about the various stations to see who's on duty:: [18:41] =.\ction= The PC and the strike craft trade weapons fire, entering the Quaatis Nebula. As the PC shoots, something happens. There is the barest flicker, or maybe a waver in the space ahead of the ship, and the planet simply appears. [18:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] 7> We should get to engineering. ::motions for Sky to follow:: We can discuss it on the way. [18:41] CIC> ::leans forward a bit as the sensor logs play out:: Now that is damned peculiar.... [18:41] 7> ::nods and take his plate back to the kitchen:: [18:41] CIC> ::The little icon holds out a tiny holographic tricorder, scanning the event - a reasonable representation of the analysis going on behind the facade:: [18:42] =.\ction= The Pfhor strike craft, reasonably not expecting a planet to appear directly in their path, do not have time to dodge. The ships are fireballs within seconds, falling into the planet's atmosphere like comets. The PC manages to dodge to one side, tracing a path of plasma and debris across the planet's upper atmosphere before skipping off. [18:42] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] 7> ::follows Sky to the kitchen:: [18:42] CIC> Indeed. Planets rarely acrete so quickly. [18:42] CIC> Was it a result of the Patrol Craft's weapons fire, or was this unrelated? [18:42] Helm, prepare to exit slipstream... [18:42] *> ::glances at the chronomter displayed in the corner of the small trapezoidal computer terminal on his nightstand and considers heading to bed, even though he generally waited another hour:: [18:42] MB> ::continues to work on the daily report, no were near as fast as he should be as he is also looking over at one of the PADDs he put on the table:: [18:42] ::watches the timer on her console, the next set of orders already input and ready:: Aye sir, ready. [18:42] 7> So tell me more Sky. ::heading for the exit and TL:: [18:42] CIC> That's putting it mildly, I'd say. And no, we don't know if it was related or not. PC 1/3 was badly damaged, and only reached transmission range an hour ago. [18:43] 7> ::nods to the cook:: ok we may go now, after you. [18:43] CIC> I'd be prone to bet on a robed mage wielding a sword, more than a Pfhor plasma bolt, Sir. [18:43] CIC> ::takes another sip from his coffee, now rather convinced that this won't be an ordinary day, rare they are aboard Coronado:: [18:43] 7> About? [18:43] Exit slipstream...bring the ship to full impulse [18:43] CIC> We've been asked to pick up their crew and... investigate how an entire planet migrates 19 million light-years. [18:43] *> About our break time project. [18:43] ::taps, exiting slipstream and engaging full impulse power.:: [18:43] CIC> So it is Thistledown? [18:43] CIC> The scans match Sir. The planet is unique enough that i'd venture to say yes. [18:44] ::steps over to the command dais, bobbing slightly as he does so, still stiff with sleep:: {{We seem to be in quite a rush, Commander Daren...}} ::suggests that his statement in and of itself is part of an unasked question:: [18:44] CIC> ::nods:: As far as we can tell, but the patrol craft's sensors were badly damaged along with everything else. It's entirely possible that this is some kind of illusion. [18:44] CIC> It's more likely that Thistledown woudl migrate across galaxies, rather than there being multiple planets in the same situation. [18:44] *> ::enters TL:: engineering [18:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:44] CIC> Maybe even something intended to get our attention. [18:44] CIC> ::rubs his chin:: Savant, how close in composition are this nebula and Thistledown's original nebula? [18:44] *> ::sighs and shakes his head, getting up and heading out of his quarters, needing a walk:: [18:44] CIC> Would the residents notice a change in the atmosphere? The local space? [18:45] CIC> Both bear the same lovely red-gold hue, both have the same specific COBE rating, both have the unique radiation "bath", and both seem to have the same geologic configuration, Sir. [18:45] ::turns to Alados:: We have been ordered to investigate something in the Quaantis Nebula, not quite sure what exactly myself yet. +taps+ Bridge to CIC, Captain, we've exited slipstream and are heading in at full impulse speed now Sir... [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] MB> ::sips at his coffee, cursing the paperwork and science in front of him, hating them almost equally, but the paperwork have a distinctive lead now:: [18:45] TL> Well, it would require technologie that we don't have now. As for a project on our break time, it's something I would like to do only, as well as going on holodeck. I just hate going on holodeck while alone. [18:46] CIC> ::hrms to himself, walking slowly around the table, looking at the display from different angles:: [18:46] CIC> +taps+ Very well. Have whomever you have at Tactical begin scanning for a nearby Reorsan patrol craft. Also, ask Commander Ma'Aru to bring up all the data we have on a planet called the Thistledown, particularly local culture. [18:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] TL> I feel the same way about doing alot of stuff by myself. So boring. [18:46] ::nods slowly:: {{Is there any way I may be of assistance?}} [18:47] TL> Indeed it is. [18:47] CIC> ::Savant held up a small hand, holding a little image of Kelaka:: The gig is ready, Captain. [18:47] =.\ction= Coronado enters the nebula perimeter. [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] +taps+ Thistledown sir? With all due respect sir, that planet is millions of light years away...isn't it? [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] CIC> Savant, is the nebula within the 'red smoke'? [18:47] TL> ::enters engineering:: Here we are home sweet home. [18:47] ::hears the captain's requirement for someone at tactical and moves over to the tactical station:: [18:48] E> yeah. ::doesn't look so good:: [18:48] CIC> That's an excellent question Sir. . . give me a moment to investigate please. [18:48] CIC> +taps+ We're about to find out, Exec. Have someone look for that patrol craft. [18:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] CIC> ::nods at Savant:: Thank you, Commander. [18:48] ::nods to Tactical to begin the scan:: +taps+ Aye sir, Bridge out [18:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] ::blinks as a number of the displays on her console blink out, tapes on a couple of control pannels for a moment before turning around to look at Daren:: Commander, I think sensors and communications just went offline [18:48] Ensign Smith> ::nods to Daren:: [18:48] E> You should have seen it before the teams started mopping up. [18:48] ::nods back to Daren and commences scanning for the Reorsan ships:: [18:49] CIC> ::finds his thoughts flicking back to his time on Thistledown, and the jewel encrusted sword from it that now hangs in his office:: [18:49] E> ::look Farley:: hum? ::still look not to good, kind of food reaction style:: [18:49] CIC> ::She smiles politely at the Captain and nods, before replying to Ironside:: I'm afraid the Traxati diagram was too inaccurate, Sir. I can't tell if this is within their red range or not. [18:49] E> It may look bad but we have everything back up and running at 100% [18:50] ::eyes flash briefly in annoyance as something is causing difficulty with his scans:: [18:50] ::looks to Ma'aru:: Odd. +taps+ Engineering, from the Bridge. Are you reading any problems with the sensor or comm systems? [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] CIC> ::nods to Savant and finishes his coffee:: [18:50] E> I see. I stomac hurt a little, that's all. [18:50] MB> ::finally finishes the daily report tossing it on the edge of table and going back to other matter, downing the rest of his coffee:: [18:50] CIC> ::The little hologram frowns slightly... the expression looked positively pitiful given her caricatured appearance:: Processing speed has dropped dramatically, Sir. It's Thistledown all right. [18:51] CIC> Let's not jump to any conclusions. It's far easier for me to believe that someone or something wants us to believe that the Thistledown is nearby. [18:51] E> ::moves to the main panel as the call comes in and checks:: +taps+ Yes sir, sensor systems are down and power systems aren't stable. [18:51] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:51] E> ::heard a console beeping quite crazy:: Hum.. ::walk to it:: Man... ::taps on it:: There's a energy spike somewhere on deck 4. [18:51] CIC> Yes, Lora. But let's just call it a "gut instinct." [18:51] CIC> Although why they would want us to believe such a thing is more difficult to discern... [18:51] *> ::Drexler makes the rounds to the security office, armory, and various other areas of the ship, just to move around:: [18:52] CIC> ::glances over at Savant, eyebrows going up:: [18:52] E> :;looks over to Sky:: Can you check it out? [18:52] +taps+ Enigneerins, Is it something to do with the Nebula? [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] ::continues scanning:: {{I'm having difficulty with the scans. Something appears to be causing interference in the scan.}} ::briefly detects a Reorsan signature:: {{I believe I have located something...}} [18:52] E> ::try to localized it:: I don't know yet. [18:52] E> +taps+ We are checking sir. Not sure yet. [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:53] CIC> ::she smiled politely at the Captain:: the processing capacity degradation is exactly the same, it feels identical to that experience. I get the impression that this is the same event. [18:53]