[18:02] We're missing Kath and Skylooker. [18:02] what's up? [18:02] and Ross awakens! [18:02] I think we have enough to proceed, though. :) [18:02] >tackle< [18:02] >POW!< [18:02] Hey! Eeep! [18:02] WWF in a town populated by redneck college students... gawd, this is great... :) [18:02] getting off of work :) [18:02] waa-haa-haa! [18:02] :P [18:03] * Savant cackles evilly [18:03] *** Jester is now known as FCCO_LoraKor [18:03] *** Kari is now known as LTIO_Ma`Aru [18:03] Later for you. :P ;) [18:03] Any time you're ready, Exec. [18:03] * Savant will remember that ^_- [18:03] *** McC is now known as Alados [18:03] Aye [18:03] *** B|NoAqui is now known as LJHL_Wilk [18:03] LCARS, let's brush off the dust and get this sim started...Desert Style! [18:03] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRXO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:03] *** 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!' [18:03] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +mt [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:03] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] :attn: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] * L1WL_Serrold pops sharply to attention. [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::attn:: [18:04] ::Attn:: [18:05] ::attn:: [18:05] Evening, everyone. :) Welcome to another edition of the Coronado sim! Gonna go directly to the sim briefing tonight... [18:05] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:05] Stardate 240204.15: "Dilemma of Principles", Part 2, by Jester. [18:05] SUMMARY: "Ever have I suffered from an excess of enthusiasm, m'Lord." [18:05] The representative of the Pfhor Hegemony that the allies know only as "The Commodore" has called President Darine n'Chamba again. This time, he claims that the Pfhor will soon be assaulting the Micropolis system in northern allied space. Coro and Blackrazor were sent to the system to investigate to find the claim seems to be true. [18:05] A scan of the planet has revealed a Hunter/Hound presence on the surface. Micropolis natives are a sentient, telepathic, telekinetic wolf- like species. Larger than terrestrial wolves, these canines have six legs and are highly intelligent. However, from Starfleet's perspective, the planet is protected by the Prime Directive. [18:05] Native technology is an odd mix of 15th and 20th centuries. Micropolis natives have very good chemistry and astronomy, but very poor physics and engineering. For this reason, and because we currently do not have the resources to mount a serious defense in this system, the Captain has recommended we not interfere with the Pfhor here... [18:05] Briefing complete. [18:05] ack [18:05] * L1WL_Serrold acknowledges with a crisp salute. [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ackety ack! [18:05] <> [18:05] ack [18:05] accque [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:05] ack [18:06] ack [18:06] #USS-Coronado-OOC [18:06] Indeed, thank you, Colonel. [18:06] ::nods:: [18:06] ack [18:07] We're about 48 hours after the events of last week. Coro and Blackrazor are still outside the system, monitoring. There have been no other unusual events since Blackrazor's close approach. [18:07] Any questions before we start? [18:07] Do we know where that battlegroup of Pfhor went? [18:08] ::raises:: [18:08] No. We don't even have firm sensor scans for their arrival spacefolds, partially because the folds are closer to the planet than we can get, partially because the gravitational forces in this area of space distort sensor readings, particularly those associated with spacefold and other gravimetric drive technology. [18:08] ::raises:: [18:08] Commander Daren? [18:09] ::raises:: [18:09] While he types, Commander Tlaloco? [18:09] Did we get a bead on who was shooting at us? [18:10] In a log (which didn't get mailed out but is on the web site) there is talk of sensor probes being modified for observation and being outfitted with a "shroud-like" device...since its 48 hours later would you like the probes to be rady for deployment or have just been deployed into the ateroid belt dust cloud area? [18:10] First, it was Blackrazor that got shot at, not us. With that said... Other than the weapons had a Pfhor energy signature and came from the polar region of the planet, no. We do know that several strike craft did land in that area of the planet, though, so it's a pretty good bet who was doing the shooting. [18:10] thanx [18:11] Hm. I'll check the log system. And yes, it's reasonable to assume that the probes the Captain ordered last week would be finished by this sim. [18:11] Commander Farley? [18:11] First off I'd like to say sorry for leaving early last week. Sorry. Second where should I be starting tonight? [18:11] Pretty much whereever you like, as long as it's on the ship. :) It's two days later. [18:11] Thanks [18:12] ::raises:: [18:12] *** LTDR_Thompson is now known as ENDR_Thompson [18:12] *** ENDR_Thompson is now known as ENDR_Vogel [18:12] Mr. Alados? [18:12] *** Obs_Sharp (~LewisShar@a763dad.137f4c4b.sympatico.ca) has joined #uss-coronado [18:12] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Obs_Sharp [18:12] *** ObsKahlia (~never@1b4962bd.2e1bf8a9.clear.net.nz) has joined #uss- coronado [18:12] Would a person of my status be aware of the telepathic nature of the entities in question? [18:13] *** ENDR_Vogel (jbrisk@2d996ff7.a34b1a3.urh.uiuc.edu) Quit (Connection reset by peer) [18:13] *** ENDR_Vogel (jbrisk@2D996FF7.A34B1A3.763458A.371CD19E.urh.uiuc.edu) has joined #uss-coronado [18:13] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v ENDR_Vogel [18:13] Aware, yes. Able to communicate with, no. [18:13] Both psychically and factually, that is. Can I sense them and/or have I been informed of their nature? [18:13] Unless Alados had line of sight, I mean. [18:14] But yes, he could determine that a nearby planet was inhabited, was inhabited by telepaths, and the rough direction. [18:14] I have a small announcement. Our very own Thompson has been accepted as the XO of USS Nightshade, so he's going to be leaving us tonight (try not to figure it out). His replacement at CMO is Ensign Jason Vogel. [18:15] no!!! [18:15] Please join me in congratulating Thompson on his increasing responsibility on a much less important ship than Coro. ;) [18:15] congrats. [18:15] Good job ^_^ [18:15] Congrats [18:15] congrats =) [18:15] lol ::applauds:: [18:15] we'll miss you, ya old space dog. [18:15] So what happened to Thompson IC? [18:15] ::claps:: <> [18:15] congratz [18:15] ::laughs:: Congrats [18:15] ::snickers:: grats (or curses depending on how you look at it. I would know =P) [18:15] ::points Drexler at the "try not to figure it out" part:: [18:15] Any other questions? [18:16] Silence means no. Let's sim! :) [18:16] ::points at the stupid 'group ranks' policy and shuts up:: [18:16] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [18:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:16] ::Savant waited on the bridge, as the program normally did. It was where it found its interface was of the most use, and where it could interact with those it considered its companions. The interaction was somewhat unfulfilling, however, but Savant had little use of complaints.:: [18:17] ::at his usual location on the bridge:: [18:17] ::sits at the helm, leaning back in her chair and watching the navigation readouts.:: [18:17] ::glances over the final version of the new probe's schematics, looking for any final improvments that could be made:: [18:17] E>::whistles to herself in her office:: [18:17] ::stands between his console and the helm/ops console on deck 9, a mug of coffee in his hand as he stares at the holographic display at the front of the bridge:: [18:17] E> ::works at the main consol:: [18:17] ::Drexler sits on the floor in his quarters, taking a break after spending nearly 22 hours on duty, monitoring the Phfor and meeting with senior staff:: [18:17] ::cleans his fingernails with a small circuit:: [18:17] CIC> ::pours over a number of readings, going over what he and Prescot had uncovered two days ago:: [18:17] =.\ction= Coronado and Blackrazor continue to hold position about a light-year outside the system, Coro on the "south" side, Blackrazor to the "north." The four stars of the Micropolis cluster are visible as a brighter- than-average patch in the distance. [18:17] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] MB> ::looks over taking apart his M2-43 cleaning it over rigorously in his daily ritual:: [18:18] ::As the others could see, Savant was sitting down on a chair near the central command dias, where her advice could be given easiest, but where she was still out of the way. She didn't often use a chair, but was apparently in a mood for it.:: [18:18] RR> ::sits in his Ready Room, drinking tea and reading over old Starfleet records:: [18:18] M> ::greets the medical staff and goes to the Replicator:: Coffee. [18:18] ::paces the rear port area of the bridge and finds Ma'Aru:: Lieutenant, how are those probes coming along? [18:18] ::to Sav:: how is the main computer core holding up, sav? [18:19] ::glances up from her console:: Everything apears to be in order commander, whenever you are ready to launch them [18:19] E> ::works on making some modifications to the warp core modifications put on earlier:: [18:19] Home is as secure and stable as it always is, Olme. I haven't a worry about it. How are you? [18:19] ::nods:: Computer simulations are complete? [18:19] ::brings the mug to his lips and blows on the liquid for a few moments before taking a short sip and lowering the mug back down:: [18:19] M> ::sips at the steaming hot beverage and enters his office, noting a clutter of PADDS:: [18:19] CIC> ::ponders his theories regarding the Pfhor and the Apori as he taps at the controls:: [18:19] Well, when there are Pfhor around, you can never be too secure. Can you run a level three diagnostic, just to ease my mind? [18:20] WR> ::stares out of the window, eyes screaming a longing to be with his own people again:: [18:20] ::sits at his usual station, doing the usual job on sensor scans and level 5 weapons diagnostics every few minutes:: [18:20] I just finished the final one a minute ago, everything went just like expected [18:20] ::She smiled lightly and chuckled:: Ah, such concern for my health, I'm touched. Give me a moment, please. [18:21] <> [18:21] ::nods:: Excellent, how many have we modified? [18:21] CIC> ::shakes his head in frustration and steps around the turbolift alcove into the main bridge area:: [18:21] ((night Sharp ^_^)) [18:21] ::takes a long sip this time, turning around to survey the bridge once before quickly whipping his head back around to the holotank as he gets the feeling he's being watched:: [18:21] And our senso arrays are all operating within acceptable parameters, Lt. Ma'Aru? [18:21] MB> ::pulls out the firing mechanism looking over it with intense scrutiny::: [18:21] ::quickly, quietly:: Savant, run a level five internal sensor sweep on the bridge. [18:21] ::looks up from his console around the bridge wondering who is staring at him, seeing no one he shrugs it off and looks back to his console:: [18:21] ::notices Ironside:: You okay, Colonel? [18:22] E> ::gets up and goes to the door of her office:: Farley, how long would it take to modify the warp drive to work in the subspace field we encountered before? [18:22] *** Obs_Sharp (~LewisShar@a763dad.137f4c4b.sympatico.ca) Quit (Leaving: I'll be back.... mwahahahahahahahahhaha!!! :) :) soon.) [18:22] ::The programs attention left the hologram and the bridge a moment, spidering along the network of information, checking the inputs and outputs, checking the important data resources, and generally tidying. This was a constant activity for Savant. She was pulled out of it upon Ironsides' request, however.: [18:22] We were able to have five probes modified, more can be made as they are needed [18:22] RR> ::looks up from his reading:: [18:22] ::the feeling continues as he looks up again:: Is anyone else feeling like they're being watched? [18:22] ::pauses, takes another sip from his coffee mug:: The feeling of us being watched....I'm feeling it again. [18:22] ::The program moved over to the bridge sensors and pulled at their functions, the sensors coming on of their own accord and scanning:: [18:22] thank you. [18:23] ::looks briefly at her console then towards Tlaloco:: Everything appears to be in order commander, I havn't noticed any problems... [18:23] E> ::looks up from his work:: The modifications are already in place. I was just making some minor adjustments to it. [18:23] RR> ::checks the chrono, mutters something impolite very quietly, and walks his teacup to the replicator:: [18:23] Mr. Alados, how's the ship handling today? [18:23] ::Savant replied to Olme mildly:: I'm quite well, Olme, as I had thought. Thank you ^_^ [18:23] ::nods:: I don't think we may need all that many right away...have three standing by for deployment...I'll inform that Captain and find out just how he'd like to do this. [18:23] M> ::motions for a doctor to enter his office:: I see you ordered lyrosine for this patient. What were the indications? [18:23] E> but how long to make the final connections and be able to use warp in any subspace, if need be? [18:23] well, stay that way, sweetie. [18:23] ::turns around, lowering his mug again to look at Savant and await a response to his query:: [18:23] MB> ::satisfied that its clean he puts it down and picks up the power coupling and scrapes off some carbon stuck to it:: [18:24] ::nods, turning back to her console:: Aye, sir [18:24] ::she smiled, a bit of a smirk, and winked at Olme before turning her attention to Ironside to reply:: [18:24] E> ::looks at the panel then back at Oswald:: Give me another 10 mins. to finish this up and we'll be ready to go, Maam. [18:25] ::raises his eyebrows as he moves to the bridge replicator and calls up a glass of cold water:: I'm not feeling anything out of the ordinary. But then again, I guess when one isn't ordinary, it's hard to pick up on these things. [18:25] M> EnsMiller> Well, the patient complained of nausea, vertigo, acute abdominal cramps ... . The cause was a gastroenterological disturbance. This was the required regiment. [18:25] ::not getting an answer he just listens:: [18:25] The air is clean and clear as Eden's own, Sir. [18:25] ::rubs her head and sighs, shaking it a bit.:: [18:25] M> ::nods, looking at the PADD again:: Way to stay on top of things, doctor. [18:25] RR> ::refills his tea and heads back for his desk, wondering what's taking so long:: [18:25] E> ::goes back to the work:: [18:26] E>::goes back to her desk and picks up where is was in her daily reports:: [18:26] +taps+ Bridge, this is Commander Daren,Sorry to interrupt Sir, we've completed modification of several probes for observational deployement into the system. Would you like us to launh them from Coro and have them find their way into the system under their own power? Another possibility would be to have Blackrazor facilitate the deployment... [18:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:26] Not the answer I'm looking for, Savant, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. ::turns and swings around the edge of his console and slides into his seat, tapping a few controls:: [18:26] WR> ::gazes across the vast starscape, eventually letting his chin come to rest on his chest, eyes closed:: [18:27] i suppose i could say that the scan is nominal as well, Sir, but I prefer something more poetic at times [18:27] ::stops listening so intently as it seems to him that everyone is shouting at one another:: [18:27] E> ::moves to the core to put the modifiactions in place:: [18:27] ::sips at his water, looking around the bridge, his eyes narrowed in thought:: [18:27] :looks over at the helmsman:: Lt. Wilk, how's the ship handling today? [18:27] ::opens an ops subpanel and ensures that the probes are ready to launch:: [18:27] MB> ::nods as a SSgt brings him a report:: thank you sargent... ::puts the rifle peices down and goes over the PADD:: [18:28] << +taps+ Captain, this is the bridge.... before that recent +taps+ :) >> [18:28] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:28] ::Savant placed her hands together in her lap and seemed to relax somewhat, though she hadn't seemed uptight before to be fair.:: [18:28] ::moves towards the Intel station, smiling at Wilk as he makes his way over:: [18:28] ::taps quickly, logging the occurrence for the records:: Savant, I want you to run a correlation routine on the occurrence of that feeling of being watched that some of the crew experience from time to time. Such as when we came through the gate. See if you can determine if what's setting it off, or if there's a common situation it appears in. [18:28] ::shakes his upper body as the odd sensations have vanished, pauses as he realized it was right when he began to conentrate on it:: [18:29] RR> +taps+ Daren, from Lora Kor... acknowledged. Let's not risk another attack. Deploy them from here, slow speed. [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] ::nods slightly at Serrold, rubbing her temples.:: [18:29] M> ::leaves Sickbay and takes a quick trance to the turbolift, entering it:: Engineering [18:29] +taps+ Aye sir, Thank you....bridge out! [18:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:29] ::all of his coords suddenly feel hungry, looks around wondering if he can sneak off for a bite to eat:: [18:29] ::winks at Wilk and steps up to the Intel station:: [18:29] ::Her reply was quick and efficient, as she herself was - or at least, that's how she liked to seem to everyone:: I've been analysing that data since I myself felt it, Sir. I've found no correlation, save that possibility of the Pfhor presence itself incurs it. [18:29] ::abruptly exits the wardroom, steps out onto the bridge, unshod feet softly thumping on the deck, and stalks over to the ready room, keying the ready room's chime:: [18:30] ::nods to Savant:: +taps+ CIC, from bridge. Any sign of Pfhor activity nearby? [18:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:30] E> ::finishes up the modifications:: [18:30] MB> ::sets the PADD down having gotten all of the info he can making a note to bear down on 1st Platoon to increase their readiness time... then picking up the coupling he was working on before continuing to clean it:: [18:30] ::arches an eyebrow as she turns back to her station, shaking her head slightly at both Serrold and a slight fit of nausea.:: [18:30] TL> ::feels the TL thump at its destination and walks down the corridor, entering main engineering:: [18:31] I fear you'll find nothing concrete in your inquiry, Sir. Consider it... a hunch. Though i hate to be so colloquial. [18:31] E> ::heads to the office:: Maam, the modifications are in place so we can enter the subspace with no problem and fly in normal space too. [18:31] A point of interest to consider, however, Sir. Each time there have been incidences of this "overwatching" we have been well north of Reor [18:31] ::looks over:: Tactical, I believe you'll find that three modified sensor probes have found their near your torpedo tubes....if you wouldn't mind, ready the torpedo tubes for launch of these probes... [18:31] RR> ::looks up:: Enter! [18:31] perhaps we've incurred into Pfhor territory? [18:31] E>::nods:: has the report crossed my desk on it? [18:31] E> ::enters main engineering, and looks around:: [18:31] ::taps a couple of more times on his console:: It's being caused by something, Savant. Unless some of the crew are being afflicted by mass delusion...::pauses, then looks at Savant again:: [18:31] ::covers his hand with his mouth as he mutters to Ma`Aru:: I've got some things to show you later. Some info I dug up about that - uh - that issue we were discussing a little while back. [18:32] ::checks, confirms, and nods:: Yes, sir. [18:32] E> The report maam? ::with a puzzled look:: [18:32] Commander Daren? Can I be relieved for about ten minutes? I need to "eat" ::said as if not totally familiar with the human referance:: [18:32] RR> ::steps in as the doors part, towering over the desk, eyes leveled at Lora Kor; waits 'til the door closes before he begins 'sending':: {{Thank you for seeing me, Captain.}} [18:32] ::looks at Savant for a moment, still thinking:: Savant, bring up the map of the 'red smoke' the Traxati showed us before, and correlate it with the position of Coro each time we've encountered the feeling of being watched. [18:32] It's a remarkable being that can affect such a wide area with such subtleness, but the Pfhor have remarkable abilities. Perhaps they lie beneath us, in the very subspace realms which make up the fabric of space here. [18:32] RR> ::looks up, and up, and up, and smiles:: Of course, Mr. Alados. Please... have a seat. Can I get you anything? [18:32] ::raises an eyebrow at Thoughts:: Of course, by all means Lieutenant... [18:32] E>::notes the visitor through her windows:: we have a visitor... ::gets up:: yes Farley.. we like to have reports on what people do to the poor ship... [18:33] ::prepares the three probes for launching quickly:: Ready, sir. [18:33] ::she moved a hand towards the main holographic projector as she spoke, and the map appeared as was demanded.:: [18:33] E> ::turns to see the visitor:: Hello ensign, can we help you? [18:33] RR> ::shakes his head, and then gestures pointedly at the chair, then his own unique biology:: {{I prefer to stand.}} [18:33] ::glances towards the voice over her shoulder and finds serrold, frowning:: Alright, perhaps we could meet in seventh later this evening? [18:33] Thanks you Commander. ::enters the TL:: Deck 8 [18:33] E>::starts walking out to main engineering:: [18:34] E> ::follows Oswald:: [18:34] ::turns to the holographic projector as the requested astronomy data appeared, his eyes darting across it, and the various positions of Coronado at the time of feeling watched:: [18:34] Tandarre, Micropolis, Arrakis; all of these are north of Reor, all of these have been the site of sime incidence of this overwatching... and I think our Traxati friends may be involved. Teh Traxati map was inspecific, but it does lie northwards. [18:34] Helm, rotate the ship 45 degrees toward the outer orbits of the system, please...Tactical, standby launch... [18:34] ::nods slightly, offering a small apologetic smile:: I'm heading back to the CIC. Shall we say... 2100 hours? [18:34] ::nods to Savant:: We felt it coming through the gate as well, however, and that's well South of Reor. [18:35] ::stands by:: [18:35] E> ::follows Farley, noticing the pips:: Commander, I was following up on a medical record. It seems one Lieutenant Commander Farley had his yearly appointment a few days ago but never showed. [18:35] ::steps to the center of the bridge watching the Asteroid Belt and Dust Cloud become center stage in the holotank:: [18:35] ::she smiled slightly, or the hologram did, as Savant wanted Ironside to know of her approval in his line of thinking:: And the gate is a Traxati artifact of some power. [18:35] MB> ::starts peicing back together his rifle again, having finished cleaning it:: [18:35] <<::sigh:: I'm having to help my sister with math homework.>> [18:35] or, perhaps it was simply our new poximity to the effect, to which we are now desensitized. [18:35] ::nods as the map confirms his suspicions:: E [18:35] ((yech.. have fun Brad -_o)) [18:35] That should be fine [18:35] RR> Very well. ::chuckles:: You'll excuse me if I get a neck adjustment later. What's on your mind? [18:36] E>:;shakes her head and heads back for her desk:: go to your physical Farley, and have the report on my desk by 1700 [18:36] ::nods as the map confirms his suspicions:: Each time we've encountered this feeling....we've been within the boundaries of this 'red smoke' [18:36] 8> ::enters his quarters and heads for the replicator:: Braid Nutrients, warm. ::the replicator hums to life and produces a medium bowl of what appears to be nothing more then green mush, picking it up he begins to consume it, each coord equally sharing in the nutrients:: [18:36] E> ::turns to Oswald:: Sorry maam, I think the report PADD was on your desk before the remodeling of your office. [18:36] In this feeling is perhaps the means of Traxati speech and communication. [18:36] or perhaps it is the domain of the Traxati themselves.... creatures of such immense size would have equally vast minds. [18:37] But didn't we interperet from the Traxati that this red smoke was something that was preventing them from re-opening the gate from this side? That it was a hindrance or a dangerous power? [18:37] E> ::turns to the ensign:: I'll be up in a few mins. Right after I get this report done. [18:37] RR> ::eyes dim slightly at the last comment:: {{On my mind indeed. Captain, I have heard a saying used by humans. It is "ballpark figure." Forgive me if I amble a bit before I make my point, but would you provide me with a..."ball park figure" on the likelihood I'll ever see my people in a positive manner again?}} [18:37] I recall that they said they could open the gate again if drove back the smoke... [18:37] ::taps on her console, shaking her head a bit to finally get rid of the slight nausea, and enters the orders, beginning to rotate the ship:: [18:37] ::she frowned slightly, thoughtfully::Yes. I see, now. [18:37] *** Vertigo (Ask@8D7465B.39C049CC.36DF8733.2310808E.dsl.xmission.com) has joined #uss-coronado [18:37] E> Understood. ::turns back, turbolift bound:: [18:37] E>::waves Farley off:: well then have a copy of the report on my desk by 1700... now go to your physical, before you miss it again.. [18:37] i believe that the red is the Pfhor influence, which interferes with their safety. [18:37] *** Vertigo is now known as ObsVertigo [18:38] E> Yes, maam. ::turns and heads for sickbay. [18:38] RR> ::leans back, turning off his monitor:: That's hard to say, Mr. Alados. From what we can determine, your people's space is well to the "west" of us, probably behind a large swath of Pfhor Hegemony territory. [18:38] :: [18:38] Pure speculation, unfortunately. [18:38] ::waits a bit for the helm to reaqcuire, holds hishand up in Tacticals direction and points to Marcy:: Launch Lieutenant... [18:38] *** obs_tr`Loris (airc@3F9D3B60.FBB8A3C.25A4AD7.E8A4D95.client.attbi.com) Quit (Leaving: ) [18:38] 8> ::finishes consuming the mush and heads back for the bridge:: [18:38] ::fires the probe into space:: [18:38] Speculation is all we have at the moment, without concrete evidence. [18:38] ::starts to make his way to the CIC, pausing only to drop off his glass in the replicator:: [18:38] ::nods:: Granted. ::pauses:: Has Starfleet had any dealings with the Traxati since we corresponded wit hthem? [18:38] TL> Sickbay [18:38] <> [18:38] and, sadly, while information gathering is my field I'm at a loss for any new sources. [18:38] E>::grabs a padd from her desk and heads up to the bridge:: [18:39] E> ::enters TL:: Sickbay [18:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] RR> We don't know how far Pfhor space extends south and west of our current location. [18:39] Probe away, sir. [18:39] very little but sightings, Sir. WE seem to be their primary correspondant. [18:39] TL> ::shuffles out of the lift and resumes his post at the engineering station:: [18:39] ::turns back to her console, watching the probe on short range sensors:: [18:39] Don't be shy Marcy, ::smirks:: Launch all three in quick succession please... [18:39] RR> ::nods slowly, feeding tubes swaying gently:: {{Probably safe to say that it is a great distance.}} [18:40] ::nods, firing the other two in ripple launce mode:: Aye, sir. [18:40] <> [18:40] That might be something we should add on the 'to-do' list. I'm beginning to become concerned over this feeling.... [18:40] RR> ::nods:: That's entirely possible. In the meantime, you've been of great help to us. Your studies of our systems seem to be progressing well. [18:40] ::staggers and grabs a bulkhead for support, a wave of nausea and a general feeling of dread sweeping over him:: Auck! [18:40] ::sighs and rubs her head again, shaking it a bit and clutching her stomach.:: [18:40] RR> I'm told the information you were able to give us on false matter shield maintenance is putting mass-production shields within our reach. [18:40] ::she smoothed her hair in a remarkably human gesture before replying:: As well you should. I'll bundle up the pertinent information and schematics and send them to your personal mailbox, Sir. Something to ponder for later, perhaps. [18:41] M> ::enters Sickbay, and readies a station for Farley's arrival:: [18:41] Probes 2 and 3 away, sir. [18:41] RR> You're certainly welcome to remain with us until we have some way of more meaningfully contacting your people. [18:41] ::She added conversationally:: Though, i must admit it's reassuring to be privy to these feelings of being watched. [18:41] MB> ::finishes putting together his rifle setting it aside back into its stand picking up the padd he recieved before:: [18:41] RR> ::continues nodding slowly, then abruptly stops and fixes his gaze directly on the captain--an altogether unnerving experience:: {{How many people in this pocket of your Federation are telepathic, Captain?}} [18:41] ::shakes his head in confusion:: [18:41] ::nods to Savant:: Copy the information for the Captain as well. I think this might be more important than we think. [18:41] TL> ::enters sickbay:: Ensign I'm here for my appointment. [18:42] =.\ction= The Three Modified Sensor Probes streak away from Coronado, their shroud systems engaged, heading for the Asteroid belt... [18:42] I'll include a copy of our talk as well, so that he might get the direction of our conversation ^_^ [18:42] ::sees the other two probes follow the path of the first, noting that all three are right on target:: [18:42] ::The program mulled about in the computer netowkr, shunting off information packages on automated routes to their destinations:: [18:42] ::looks at Ironside:: Excuse me Colonel are you still feeling a little uneasy? [18:42] ::nods again, then once more to himself, rather satisfied that they've put together another piece in the jigsaw puzzle of an unknown picture:: [18:43] ::The program stopped, and the hologram cocked its head as she looked at Ironside, having something of an analytical air:: [18:43] ::Meanwhile, the software itself hurried over to the bridges's sensors and began to burn through the sensor logs:: [18:43] ::takes another sip from his coffee, then looks at Thoughts:: I wouldn't classify the feeling as 'uneasy', Lieutenant. However, I do get the distinct feeling we're being watched. [18:43] ::turns to Ironside:: Colonel... ::gasps slightly:: [18:43] Colonel Ironside? [18:43] Doctor Steiger is at BioBed 2 to see you, sir. ::returns to his office:: [18:43] ::walks over to Ma'Aru at the Intelligence area:: How're they doing? Have them move near the largest asteroids for gravitational support, possibly rough orbit... [18:43] ::turns around, looking from Serrold to Savant:: [18:43] I, too, am having that feeling. I'm glad I'm not the only one. [18:44] Sir, you just... disappeared from sensors for a brief moment. [18:44] ::arches an eyebrow:: Beg pardon? [18:44] M> ::goes to the bed pointed out:: [18:44] I'm attempting to see if it was a problem... but as I just ran a diagnostic, you can see that i don't think that's the concern. [18:44] M>::realizes his duty shift ended and heads to Seventh Heaven:: [18:44] RR> There are telepathic species in the Federation. Vulcans, Betazoids, Rigellians, a dozen or so others. Why? [18:44] ::::nods slowly to Savant, then looks at Serrold:: Lieutenant? [18:44] You disappeared for approximately 1/100th of a second. [18:44] *** ENDR_Vogel is now known as NPCDR_Steiger [18:45] Sir, i'd recommend raising shields. [18:45] M> ::sits up on the bed working on the report for Oswald:: [18:45] ::tilts his head to the side slightly:: Very well. Raise shields. [18:45] ::looks up:: They are right on target, sir, the target areas that Leiutenant Hammond and I picked still seem to be good choices... [18:45] M> ::approaches:: Und you are ze Commander Farley, ja? I understand zat you are here for your physical? [18:45] ::raises shields:: [18:45] =.\ction= Coronado's shields activate! [18:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] *** ObsVertigo (Ask@8D7465B.39C049CC.36DF8733.2310808E.dsl.xmission.com) has left #uss-coronado [18:45] ::shakes his head and looks up in confusion:: You mentioned that feeling of being watched... I - ::blinks a couple of times:: - I'm not sure what I just felt, but I definitly got a strange feeling - dread, impending doom,... somthing... [18:46] ::frowns:: The last time I 'disappeared' was during our recapture of the Reorsan transport....as I recall, I relocated several times.... [18:46] M> ::looks at the doctor in a puzzled way:: What did you say? [18:46] =.\ction= Ironside vanishes from the Bridge. [18:46] RR> ::shakes his head, clearly frustrated:: {{In this pocket of your Federation. How many? From what I've seen, the predominant race in this Federation is humans. Humans are not telepathic.}} ::places his three-digit hands on table and leans forward:: {{Captain, I am accustomed to close proximity with billions of telepathic individuals.}} [18:46] However, the extreme exhaustion I felt during those translocations isn't pres.. [18:46] Sir, with your permission, i'll be calling medical to the bridge to give you a diagnosti- [18:46] =.\ction= A moment later, he reappears in Sickbay. [18:46] ::nods:: Excellent work...patch all telemetry data directly to... ::watches Ironside disappear:: What the devil? [18:46] ::blinks:: Um... [18:46] What the hell?! [18:46] ::is stunned in to silence:: Where did the Colonel go? [18:46] ::blinks a bit, looking at where Ironside was:: ... [18:47] +taps+ Serrold to Ironside! [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] ::she paused, and disappeared.... as soon as the sensors picked him up again, the hologram appeared in Sickbay with an uncharacteristically mute flash of light:: [18:47] M> ::notices Ironside in sickbay all of a sudden:: Sir, what is going on! [18:47] ::looks over, noticing everyone staring at nothing and follows suite:: [18:47] ::blinks a couple of times, adjusting the the nearby surroundings:: +taps+.....Ironside. [18:47] +taps+ Computer, locate Colonel Ironside.... [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] < that>> [18:47] ::enters the bridge and hangs out:: [18:47] =.\ction= Computer> Colonel Ironside is in Sickbay. [18:47] M> Colonel, please, take a seat. [18:47] +taps+ Colonel... what the hell just happened? [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] M> ::jumps off the bed:: [18:47] M> I said. ::trying to sound better:: I am Doctor Steiger und .... ::turns to see Ironside:: +TAPS+ Steiger to Vogel, you should return to sickbay, Ensign. Ve have a problem [18:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] M> ::sits down, frowning:: This has happened before.... [18:48] M> I'm not exhausted, however....hungry, however. [18:48] what would you like to eat? ^_^ [18:48] M> ::goes to Ironside's side:: Are you ok sir? [18:48] ::turns to Ma'Aru:: Begin a scan of the ship...I want to know if anything appear irregular... [18:48] M> ::shakes his head to clear it:: I'm not quite sure. Fruit, perhaps. An apple or two. [18:48] 7H>EnsVogel> Damn, can't they do anything right. +TAPS+ Vogel here. ::groans:: On my way. ::heads to a TL:: [18:48] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] ::moves quickly to the Marine Ops board, sliding comfortably into the seat:: [18:48] ::shrugs and turns to a sensor control panel:: Aye, sir [18:48] RR> ::nods at Alados:: I understand that... are you saying that you require this kind of constant contact? [18:48] M> ::Savant smiled and inclined her head, seemingly quite comfortable with events. The fruit appeared in the replicator and she went to get them for him:: [18:49] How did he get to Sickbay? And this has happened before? ::slightly confused:: [18:49] ::opens the internal sensor logs for the past two minutes and has the computer scan for any regular irregulatities:: [18:49] M> ::turns to Ironside:: I vant to examine you, to see if zere is anything wrong. ::scans him with a medical tricorder:: [18:49] M> ::she returned and held out an apple to the Colonel... while her program dug through his records to find out what was going on:: [18:49] =.\ction= The #2 holographic tank in the CIC begins filling in... the probes have reached Micropolis. [18:49] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:49] M> ::accepts the apple and takes a large bite out of it:: We still haven't determined whether this has to do with the injuries I sustained during the same operation to rescue that Patrol Craft. [18:50] M> It woudl seem to follow, Sir. I'm researching the option now. [18:50] RR> ::leans back, and begins pacing slowly:: {{You were correct when you said I was adapting to your world, Captain. But that included research. That research led me to discover information about toxins used by the humans in their primitive years. Toxins they willingly ingested. These toxins were addictive. There were two kinds. Physiological and psychological.}} [18:50] That was not a site to site transport and I refuse to give M64 another point for "strange occurances"...they're already several points ahead...::returns to the center of the bridge:: [18:50] << -_- >> [18:50] MB> ::runs over the PADD a few more times trying to find out what to do to increase readiness of the Company:: [18:50] M> ::starts to remember the patrol craft incadent:: [18:50] M> Vee shall see, mein Colonel. Ve shall see. [18:50] M> ::she smiled winningly at Steiger:: With that information plus the help of our competent Doctor, we shouldn't have any problems. [18:51] M> ::takes another bite of the apple and subconciously looks up at the ceiling, still feeling as though he's being watched:: [18:51] M> EnsVogel> ::enters Sickbay:: What's going on? [18:51] M> I do not uunderstand it. I vas vorking on Commander Farley ven ze Colonel appeared. [18:51] ::looks over at Daren:: Commander, didn't the Colonel say that the last time he did something like this was shortly before the Pfhor's attack that tore this ship a new one? [18:51] M> you were gone entirely for about 1/60 of a second, Sir; do you recall anything of where you were? [18:51] RR> ::turns back to face the Captain:: {{I do not believe that my biology is dependent on the constant telepathic background. I have less faith in my psyche.}} [18:51] =.\ction= Ironside looks up at the ceiling. A moment later, he vanishes from Sickbay. [18:52] =.\ction= He reappears on the Deck 1 Bridge. [18:52] ::goes back to his quiet self:: [18:52] ::looks concerned:: I don't like the sound of that at all.... [18:52] *** NPCDR_Steiger is now known as ENDR_Vogel [18:52] M> ::watches Ironside vanish:: [18:52] ::steps out onto the bridge and heads to tactical:: [18:52] M> ::Savant goes deadpan, disappears, and reappeares beside Ironside again, this tome on the flying bridge:: [18:52] Suggest yellow alert, Commander? [18:52] +TAPS+ Vogel to bridge. Captain, Colonel Ironside just appeared and disappeared here. [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] ::stands and begins to pace:: Chief of operations, they call me. [18:52] 1> Well, isn't this exciting, Sir? [18:52] Indeed, Yellow Alert... [18:52] Indeed, Yellow Alert! [18:52] =.\ction= The automatic alert warning sounds as Coronado's alert status changes to yellow . [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] ::blinks again, back on the bridge:: This is becoming exceedingly inconvenient... [18:53]