[19:05] OK, let's get into uniform and get moving. :) [19:05] * Jester is now known as Tebrun_LoraKor [19:05] lol [19:05] #uss-coronado-ooc , please. :) [19:05] * Kari is now known as CPCO_Ma`Aru [19:05] #uss-coronado-ooc [19:05] yeah the Seahawks even beat Dallas :P [19:05] Wow, an echo. ;) [19:05] Any time you're ready, Captain. :) [19:06] where is Thompson? [19:06] ::grins:: How long are we gonna wait for Brad to start the sim before I do it again in the interest of time? [19:06] :) [19:06] brad isn't !xo [19:06] he can't do it [19:06] ::look at his uniform and see 3 full pips.. :: (w).. what?!?!?!?!.... ::just wake up form day dream and look again..:: AH DAM... heu.. sorru.. ::smile shyly..:: [19:06] LCARS, let's have a look at my cieling...what does it say? Oh it's just about 9pm and 60 F outside, must be time to sim....woop it up! ;) [19:06] * CoroLCARS =/\= CRTC_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:06] * CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= 30 Aug 2002 was Coronado's FIVE year anniversary! Huzzah! Welcome to Coronado Year SIX!' [19:06] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::pops to attention:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::Attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::illogical Attn:: [19:07] ::Attn:: [19:07] ::floats in space:: [19:07] !commission Dolin [19:07] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Dolin [19:07] ::leans against a bulkhead idlely [19:07] ::Has already beamed Wallace and Co. onto Coronado 8:p :: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] Welcome everyone, to Coronado sim #275! :) [19:07] woot 275! [19:08] hoo-ha! [19:08] Tonight is the traditional Coronado Hallowe'en sim, though I'm downplaying the Hallowe'en aspect slightly this year by only destroying the entire universe as we know it. If that's not scary enough for you, a monster will be putting in an appearance later. ;) [19:08] * sbuuth (tlaloco@a8c8d76.21531281.384863c2.f5eb36dX) has joined #uss- coronado [19:08] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v sbuuth [19:08] Here's the briefing... [19:08] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:08] -_- [19:08] Stardate 240210.28: "Masquerade" ("Articles of Faith", Part 3), by Jester. [19:08] SUMMARY: Living someone else's life... dreaming someone else's dream... [19:08] The day had finally come. Delegates from 47 different planets and species were gathering on Reor'sa for a historic occasion: the formal signing of the Articles of Alliance. The Alliance will represent the largest conglomeration of peoples in M64 since the collapse of the Pfhor Hegemony. [19:09] The historic ceremony was badly interrupted, however, by the inexplicable: a number of Defender and Alliance bases, ships, and facilities throughout known space began vanishing without a trace. At first, the disappearances were unexplained and more than a little scary as the effect passed. [19:09] We've learned what's happening, if not why: a "distortion wave" is sweeping through space-time. The wave originated 24 years ago and 19 million light-years away in the Milky Way and is only now reaching M64. But how can we stop the effect when its cause is so far away in time and space? [19:09] Briefing complete. [19:09] ackety ack! (don't talk back) [19:09] ack [19:09] Hey I'm right here and can hear you! [19:09] ack. (Yay for apocalypse.) [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:09] * ADSC_Wallace acknowledges with a crisp salute. [19:09] ::raises a hand:: [19:09] ack [19:09] :-/ [19:09] * Dolin is now known as p1bt_Bourdeux [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:09] ::puts it back down:: Nevermind. [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:10] ack! [19:10] Everyone please welcome Coronado's newest owner of Seventh Heaven, PO/1 Bordeaux, played by Dolin, who is joining us this week. :) [19:10] hiya Dolin ^_^ ... good choice of sim to join us in ^_- [19:10] ::claps:: [19:10] <> [19:10] ack [19:10] welcome Dolin. [19:10] you should have joined engineering though... [19:10] Welcome [19:11] ::smiles:: [19:11] ::nods:: Welcome.... to the ultimate trial-by-fire. [19:11] <> [19:11] ;) [19:11] welcome [19:11] I'll join engineering, Zunite. [19:11] ::chuckles:: OK, hush. Colonel, you had a question? [19:11] oooooooo [19:11] [21:09] ::puts it back down:: Nevermind. [19:11] ::looks around:: [19:11] Ah, sorry. Anyone else have a question? [19:12] ::raises her hand:: [19:12] do I get Sbuuth? [19:12] please? I promise to eat all my vegetables... [19:12] Heh. Talk to me again next week. ;) [19:12] Anyone have any questions about tonight's sim? ;) [19:12] ::raises her hand; [19:12] how much time has passed? [19:12] ::raises:: [19:13] ::puts the hand down:: [19:13] Ah, good point. We'll pick up about 30-40 minutes outside the Longshot system, I think. I believe Captain Drexler was going to call a meeting of the senior staff? ::looks at Drexler:: [19:13] Yeah, 15 minutes after leaving Reorsa. ;) [19:13] So this is six+ hours later? [19:13] ::Raises:: [19:14] ::raises:: [19:15] Something like that, yes. S'buuth? [19:15] I'm assuming that I'm attached to the Coro in this timeline too. [19:15] Yep, we'll assume that you were beamed up in the confusion surrounding Wallace. [19:15] Colonel Prescot? [19:15] thnk you [19:16] <> [19:16] is there someplace I could go, as this prescot has never been on the Coronado before [19:16] to engineering! [19:16] LOL [19:16] ::grins:: [19:16] Commander Ma'Aru, want Vanquish along for this? She's available. [19:17] ::raises:: [19:17] sounds good to me [19:17] * Tamarith is now known as Ens_Tamarith [19:17] ::raises:: [19:17] * Ens_Tamarith is now known as EnsTC_Tamarith [19:17] ::nods:: Then we'll assume she's caught up with Coro and you and Prescot (and Marcy, if he shows) have beamed there. Tamarith, in the absense of Commander Marcy, we'll assume you've beamed over to Vanquish as well, to handle whatever duties are needed by Commander Ma'Aru. [19:18] Have a question besides that one? :) [19:18] * EnsTC_Tamarith is now known as ENtc_Tamarith [19:18] While Tamarith types, Captain Drexler? [19:18] thank you sir [19:19] Uhh, n/m. [19:19] ::nods:: Tamarith, type fast. Any other questions? [19:19] Is this the Alternate Universe Char? [19:19] yup [19:19] ::nods:: Yep. [19:20] * ENtc_Tamarith is now known as LtJGtc_Tamarith [19:20] If there are no other questions? [19:20] I'll take that as a no. Let's sim! :) [19:20] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM RESUME =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:20] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] ::Savant watched, and waited. Things were moving quickly, and the ansible network was alive with chaos. It was very exciting:: [19:20] V> ::turns to Tamarith:: Leuitenant, time until we reach Longshot? [19:21] * CLSL_Wayne is now known as [CLSL_Wayne-Wr3] [19:21] E>::enters engineering and looks around:: [19:21] CIC> ::grimaces at the various displays:: [19:21] V> Esitmated time of arival 35 minuets sir. [19:21] E> ::sits in the office with his feet on the desk:: [19:21] ::seated at the Coronado's helm, still worried over Drexler and his unusual behavior:: [19:21] * LtJGtc_Tamarith is now known as LJtc_Tamarith [19:21] +taps+ sbuuth to Savant. [19:21] E>::notes a ensign busy doing nothing:: what are you working on kid? [19:21] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:21] M> ::wakes up in Sickbay, partially covered in a new layer of skin from various burns:: [19:21] E> ::walked off the JT.. :: So did ..::look for Farley:: [19:21] <> [19:22] ::a tall slender woman, with long brown hair and green eyes gets off the TL, and walks down the hall, carrying a large duffle bag over her shoulder:: [19:22] V> Thank you. And no need to be so formal, Ma'am is fine. ::leans back, missing Marcy:: [19:22] * OBSBlack (Corey@2e01205d.35474391.3web.net) has joined #uss-coronado [19:22] ::Isamu reported to his statin returning from the trial break with a slight migrain and he began goign over the reports from the science station console:: computer whats the exact coordnates of the wave itself ::he pulled out a datapadd:: [19:22] ::Savant responded in kind, smoothly,:: +taps+ aye, Mr S`buuth Sir? [19:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:22] E>Ensign Noname> ::mumbles some answer and then hurries off to work:: [19:22] M> ::walks over and smiles holding a padd:: Oh good youre awake.. [19:22] M> ::looks down at Lora Kor, standing by his biobed:: [19:22] V> ::looks around on the Vanquish bridge frowning:: (w) tis impossible to fight an enemy one cannae see.. [19:22] Compute Origional course and wave destination [19:22] M> ::She spoke in a subdued voice once the nurses had left:: How are you feeling, Tebrun? [19:22] +taps+ I need you to explain to me the nature of what is happening. It is out of the realm of my experience. [19:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:22] E> ::goes over to a panel, not even bothering to look for who's in charge here and starts looking for something to fix:: [19:22] <[CLSL_Wayne-Wr3]> ::continues listening to various messages:: Helmsman bring us about. We are being assigned rescue missions. [19:22] M> ::smiles and taps at a padd:: [19:22] E> ::looks out of the doorway of the office and sees someone strange in engineering:: Hello! Can I help you? [19:22] CIC> ::looms over one of the holotables in the CIC, the Xanadu facility suspended in the air before him:: [19:23] *>Is it possible that this rift will effect the past outcomes of the struggle as we know it? [19:23] CIC> ::steps into the CIC:: General, sir, may I speak with you in the ready room? [19:23] =.\ction= Coronado, with Vanquish, Avenger, and three squadrons of Wraiths pacing her, rushes toward the Longshot system and the Jjaro artifact known as "Xanadu." [19:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] <> ::seated at the helm, monitoring long range sensors:: [19:23] M> Goodness, Tebrun. For a minute I thought I'd actually might inherit the company before I turned old and gray. [19:23] +taps+ It seems a very destructive expanding field has come into this area of the galaxy, and is doing absolutely horrible things to the nature of matter and reality here. It's beyond my abilities to simulate acceptable outcomes. [19:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] CIC> ::stares at the display:: Captain, come here. [19:23] V> In certinely is. There will be something at Xanadu, though... [19:23] E>::sniffs at Farley:: not unless you can make my children reappear... ::punches in some stuff:: your plasma injectors are a bit off... [19:23] M> ::groans and tries to sit up:: What in the name of the Three Hells happened? [19:24] V> ::monitors Coro's Trochetory:: [19:24] CIC> ::stops and looks at Wallace:: Admiral? [19:24] CIC> ::doesn't seem to respond for a moment, something occupying his mind, then looks up and nods:: [19:24] M> ::She replied gently:: We're still trying to figure that out, Sir. [19:24] *> So it isn't just me. [19:24] E> ::gets up and heads in her direction:: Maam, may I ask what you are doing? [19:24] CIC> There's... something you need to know. [19:24] M> ::looked at them:: would you like me to leave you guys alone? [19:24] +taps+ No, Mr S`buuth. It's the universe. [19:24] CIC> Sir? [19:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:24] M> ::nods and looks over at Savant, a little bleary- eyed:: You beamed me up? [19:24] E>::fixes the problem from the console and mutters to herself:: no wonder these starship parts need to be replaced so often... they're not even being used correctly... [19:24] CIC> You too, General. [19:24] D8> ::looks a little lost:: [19:25] E>::turns and faces Farley:: oh you're the Cheif of this place... [19:25] CIC> ::walks around the holotable, placing his hands behind his back, shifting his eyes to Wallace:: [19:25] M> ::She appeared in a delicate haze of light:: Yes, Tebrun. ::She smiled weakly:: Sorry. [19:25] M> ::glances over at Dyson:: If you're the doctor, I could sure use a pain suppressant. [19:25] M> ::looks at Dyson:: How is Mr. Lora Kor doing? [19:25] E>::laughs a bit to herself:: I suppose that accounts for some of it.... [19:25] B> ::Isamu began to run over the theories and being restricted in information was one thing he didnt like ::he rubbed his forehead and he began to check the properties of the wave:: [19:25] M> ::turns back to Savant:: Under the circumstances, I can hardly complain. [19:25] E> Yes, maam. Again I ask you. Can I help you? [19:25] E> ::see Farley and walk to him:: [19:25] M> ::smiles weakly and moves to sit up further, wincing as the artificial skin wrinkles strangely:: [19:25] M> ::That reassured her somewhat:: We're en route to the Longshot system currently, in an attempt to clean up this mess. [19:25] CIC> This... distortion. I think I might know it's origin and cause. At least, in sketchy details. [19:25] M> ::looked at dalton::hes doing well... ::looks to tebrun:: if youd give me a moment I was going to do that.. ::rolls her eyes and picks up a hypospray, injecting him with pain suppressant:: [19:26] ::paces the rear section of the bridge:: I was never comfortable when dealing with matters of the space-time continuum ::reads a monitor on the nearby science station:: [19:26] CIC> ::gives Drexler a look before returning his eyes to Wallace:: [19:26] E>::smiles sweetly at Farley:: I sir have probably half invented some of your favorite gadgets... I'm probably more qualified than you to run this department... however I have a bit of a problem with Starfleet displine... but that's besides the point...the real question child, is how can I help you... [19:26] B> But the one thing he did find intresting was the waves origionation perhaps that is why starfleet built the installation inside the Camelyn World ship they encounterred a while back [19:26] V> Will you be sending any troops down when we arrive? [19:26] CIC> ::steps down into the main CIC area, glancing at the General, and then at the holotable:: [19:27] E>::mutters half to herself, but mostly audible:: and if I feel like helping you... [19:27] M> ::glances over at Dalton and chuckles, then turns back to Savant:: Longshot? Why? [19:27] M> ::to Tebrun:: You should probably rest. [19:27] E> ::crosses his arms and doesn't have a very good look on his face:: [19:27] *> If time is not linear, then all the events that have created the rift have already happened. [19:27] V> ::frowns:: I have nae troops... all of the transports along with the troops vanished... [19:27] M> ::inhales suddenly when Dyson hypos him, then relaxes:: Thank you, Doctor. How long was I out? [19:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:27] ::does a quick cross-check with the secondary sensor arrays, musing over their destination:: [19:27] CIC> It was part of a highly classified mission. In fact, so highly classified that some rather... embarassing actions on my part never saw the light of day. I've been reviewing the scan data we've recovered and comparing it with that taken by three other ships, back in 2376. [19:27] E> ::decided to go do something and leave them both alone..:: [19:27] M> ::looks at tebrun:: quite a while sir. [19:27] <[CLSL_Wayne-Wr3]> ::watches as an entire vessel disappears:: What the heck is happening? ::listens as additional crew disappear:: (m) whatever is happening is occurring every where. [19:27] M> ::She shrugged slightly:: Captain's intuition I suppose, Tebrun. I feel... something... about the system. But I think that's just another memory artifact. [19:28] *> ::Her responce was sweet:: The nature of time is certainly an interesting philosophical debate. [19:28] E>::waits for Farley to say something:: [19:28] M> Sounds like I'm already rested, then. ::moves to throw back the blankets:: My clothes are...? ::looks around the room:: [19:28] D8> ::finds someone walking down the hall and asks for directions to the crew quarters:: [19:28] M> I'll get them. [19:28] M> :frowns at Savant, then says to Lora Kor:: It appears we're going to be taken on this fool's errand of the captain's. [19:28] V> ::frowns:: Arn't there any on Coronado? Avenger? [19:28] M> :;looks at dalton:: shoudlnt he rest a while? [19:28] CIC> ::nods, not wanting to interrupt the admiral, and definitely not in a position to tell the admiral to continue:: [19:28] CIC> ::looks up at a chronometer on a ceiling monitor:: That's all well and good, Admiral, but time is ticking. [19:29] ::looks to D'rall:: ETA to Longshot Lieutenant? [19:29] M> ::shakes her head:: captains make the worst patients...aside from doctors [19:29] E> Maam, you may have done all that you say you have, but on this ship and especially in here. I run the show! [19:29] M> ::gives Dyson a strange look:: There's an echo in here ... [19:29] M> ::She moved over to one side of the room and returned with Lora Kor's clothing, freshly cleaned and pressed:: [19:29] B> ::he began to run the records against similar events of time space distortions:: well hrmm ::he looked at the records as he scanned them:: lets see V`ger ...now thats an interesting topic ::he moved on:: Andromeda Galaxy ...letsee there galaxy ::he began to think:: is there a connection? [19:29] M> Look, Tebrun. It even does laundry for you. [19:29] M> ::eyes Dalton:: is there a problem with my recommendation sir? [19:29] V> ::shrugs:: Tis true there is... but they are not mine troops, and I am certain they have their own commanders [19:29] M> ::angelic smile:: [19:29] E> ::do some monitoring and make sure that all the system are working..:: [19:29] E>::cocks her head to one side:: then why aren't you doing something besides yelling at me... I'm perfectly capable of determining how best to use my abilities by my lonesome... [19:29] CIC> ::aside:: +taps+ Drexler to bridge. Helm, what's our ETA to Longshot? [19:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:30] E>::smiles:: I work best alone...... without orders... [19:30] M> ::She pointed to a door:: There's a changing room in there, Tebrun. [19:30] D8> ::walks into the quarters, finds a place to dump her back, and picks up a PADD of the days's agenda:: [19:30] M> ::winks at Dalton:: Hush. ::accepts the garments:: Thank you, Savant. How long until we reach Longshot? ::gingerly turns 90 degrees and starts pulling on a shirt:: [19:30] V> ::mutters:: Commanders are irrelevant [19:30] ::checks her console:: Not too much longer sir... about 15 minutes. [19:30] M> ::rolls her eyes:: Ohhh brother.. [19:30] E> Maam, with all due respect. You may leave right now! [19:30] Coronado, Pegasus, and Hunter were involved in a mission to stop the Breen from activating some new energy source they'd discovered, a source of power that allowed them to become... something new. We succeeded in stopping them, but... we lost our commander that day. Captain Brian Aldur. [19:30] CIC> ::nods, turning back to the admiral:: +taps+ Drexler out. [19:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:30] << CIC> >> [19:30] E> ::points the door out to her:: [19:30] M> It's difficult to say, this disturbance is playing havoc on space-time curvature. I'd estimate thirty minutes. [19:30] M> ::to Dyson:: Not at all, doctor. Was there something wrong with it when I made it a minute before you did? [19:30] M> No need. I'm not overburdened with a poor body image. ::pulls the shirt into place and starts pulling on briefs and a pair of pants. [19:30] V> ::smiles weakly:: Tis worse than being in pleace... at least mine troops were my own then [19:30] M> ::rolls her eyes and ignores them, going back to her padd:: [19:31] D8> hrm....I better get started...day's a wasting [19:31] E>::shrugs:: your lost... by the way... the warp core is running more efficently now... ::heads back out the door:: [19:31] M> ::She smiled wider at his casual remark, relieved to see him well:: Good. Then is there anything I can do for you, Tebrun? [19:31] V> ::notes arrivale time of 29 minuets:: [19:31] CIC> I recall reading about Aldur's death, but I most certainly don't recall a massive temporal distortion wave that altered reality. [19:31] CIC> If this truly originated from the Federation-Breen borader 24 years ago, then there's a good chance that it's connected. [19:31] D8> ::goes back out to the TL and gets in:: Deck, 7 [19:31] *> Whatever the outcome, it can only be worse than the outcome along this timeline. [19:31] M> ::to Tebrun:: Let's just find some quarters and stay out of the way of these 'Fleeters in whatever it is they're doing. [19:31] ::nods steadily, still standing even though there is a pefectly fine chair not too far from him, seeming a bit 'on edge':: [19:32] *> How can you say that? [19:32] M> ::pulls the pants on the rest of the way, then slowly eases himself onto his feet, wincing:: I suppose you could tell me when we get to this... Longshot... and maybe give me an idea of what's going on. Why did my ship disappear? [19:32] E> ::looks over to Sky:: Sky could you and ensign Curtis walk out Mrs. Oswald. [19:32] B> ::he scanned further down the records:: Picards Mobius? Oh yeah i remember that and wesleys warp bubble? ::he blinked:: well the traveller is responsible for me and Lauren being here maybe it has something to do with that the conditions are similar but the projected distances are incredible [19:32] TL> :;walks out of the TL onto the TL and looks around as she walks in:: so..this is 7th Heaven... [19:32] CIC> The device had some great powers - it could set person completely out of phase with normal time, and yet they still existed as a part of our linear existence. There was some... speculation... that it was related to the Organians of old, but no proof was ever found. [19:32] M> ::finds his shoes and socks and starts pulling those on, leaning against the biobed:: [19:32] E> ::nods and do so...:: [19:32] ::looks around the center of the bridge: the command chair, command computer station, the small step up, seeming to have an odd feeling about his position:: [19:32] V> Ahh, I see. Well, at least you are still here ::considers that and frowns:: [19:33] E> ::notices she is leaving on her own:: Never mind Sky. [19:33] M> ::looks back at them and rolls her eyes:: (m) ohh brother [19:33] M> Let me review then, Sirs. ::She held up a hand, a holograph of M64 appearing there:: Some 24 years ago, an expanding disturbance shell erupted out of the Milky Way Galaxy, and began travelling towards M64. [19:33] ::glancing off at a repeater display to the side, sees Daren in the corner of her eye:: Something wrong Commander? [19:33] E> +taps+ Engineering to Bridge! [19:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:33] *> On this timeline, we win. We get our freedom. [19:33] TL> ::agrues with the turbolift for a little bit, but eventually gets it to take her to the bridge... you don't wanna know how:: [19:33] *> perhaps on another timeline, things resolve themselves differently. [19:33] V> ::nods silently, going over their current situation:: [19:33] M> ::incredulous look:: (m) Sounds like some bad holonovel I once read. [19:34] E> ::nods and walk back:: Oh btw.. I saw that the modification I made for the temporaily system that was broken are still holding on. [19:34] M> We've encountered the first of three disturvance shells, this one causing the "disappearance" of anything of a certain flavour of quantum signature. [19:34] CIC> +allcall+ This is the captain. Senior officers' meeting in five minutes in the Wardroom. [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:34] M> ::while listening to Savant:: {{Do we have quarters here? Have you seen them?}} [19:34] ::shakes his head:: Nothing really, just a wierd feeling...chaulk it up to all this strangeness I suppose... [19:34] M> ::shrugs at Lora Kor:: well ... 'read' being relative. [19:34] M> ::eyes Dalton and sighs heavily:: [19:34] * ObsTelent (~telent@Captain.kdfs.net) has left #uss-coronado [19:34] *> And in this timeline, Mr S`buuth, i'm never going to see my mother again. [19:34] ::enters the bridge and looks around curiously:: [19:34] ::takes the PADD she was carrying and walks around the corner:: Computer, upload the sandwich orders for today's meeting and replicate them [19:34] CIC> +allcall+ Sorry, make that ten minutes. [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:34] M> {{ Not that I know of yet, I'm sure Little Miss Laundromat can find us some. }} [19:34] E> ::hears the allcall:: +taps+ ACK [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:34] M> The second it seems will certainly cause havoc to the ansible network as well as render most propulsion systems dead. [19:35] M> The third will most probably obliterate all but the most basic forms of life. [19:35] M> ::nods as if to Dalton's verbal question, but really answering the mental statement:: [19:35] *>::sighs:: forgive my selfishness, savant. [19:35] V> ::shifts in her seat, watching the arrival clock for a moment:: This whole idea of a temporal disturbance is poppycock, if you ask me. [19:35] CIC> ::looks at the admiral:: So we still do not know the specific cause? [19:35] E> Very good Sky, I have a meeting in about 10 mins. You have engineering. [19:35] M> ::blinks a moment, rubbing her forhead:: [19:35] M> ::turns back to Savant, blinking:: You... ::gulps:: I apologize. I must have heard that wrong. [19:35] CIC> Not certain how this ties in... but - well, I've got this feeling. [19:35] M> Did you say that this wave was going to destroy... all life? [19:35] *> ::Her responce was cheerful:: No, Mr S'buuth, we all want what's best for ourselves, there's nothing wrong with that. Hopefully we can both find the best. [19:35] E> ::nods:: [19:35] CIC> ::shakes his head:: Sorry I can't be of more help, Captain. [19:36] CIC> ::looks at Drexler again:: Even if the temporal wave is the result of that mission, it doesn't explain your....other memories. You were feeling those before the wave arrived. [19:36] E> ::starts heading out desiding to take the long way:: [19:36] V> Mine experiance in science is nae expansive... but is that nae what the sensor are telling us? [19:36] M> ::She glanced at the holograph above her hand, where three successive waves passed through.... stars disappearing, erupting, and generally going nova:: I wish I had better news for you, Sir. [19:36] *> if we can find a nexus of timelines, perhaps we can pinpoint the disturbance in the time/space continuum, and extrapolate an origin point. [19:36] ::nods, turning back to her console:: Strange is one way of putting it. A mild way I think. All those ships disappearing.... ::shakes her head to try to clear the image of people stranded in space:: [19:36] <[CLSL_Wayne-Wr3]> :;looks around the small bridge:: Miller, find out how many of the Squadron is missing? ::turns to Tac:: I gather what ever it is, it can't be Pfhor-made? [19:36] M> Were you leaving already? ::taps the padd in her hand, not looking up:: [19:36] *> The nexus seems to be some 24 years ago in a specific region within the Milky Way galaxy. [19:36] 7> ;:takes the replicated sandwiches:: and puts them on a cart, pushes a few more buttons on the replicator and gets a tray full of chips, potato salad, and fruit and adds those to the cart:: [19:37] And all those people, erased from existence... [19:37] M> Yes. Bad news. You have a gift for understatement, Savant. ::turns to Dyson:: I'm sorry if we're disturbing you, Doctor. Am I free to go? [19:37] V> Sensor are a guess at best, we have no idea what we are seeing here and the scientists are jumping for answers. No, you must look at the facts. [19:37] *> Well, that doesn't help us. No corresponding localized event? [19:37] ::nods:: Ensign Laertes was manning conn when he disappeared while I was giving him some time in the chair.... it was rather shocking to say the least. [19:37] M> ::waves him out:: Yeah Yeah.. of course.. ::turns and walks into the office:: [19:37] CIC> I've heard that El Aurians have a sensitivity to the universe... popular theory is that it has to do with your people's contact with that energy ribbon so long ago. Popular myth is that you're all devils in disguise. ::smirks:: [19:37] V> what is miladys idea then on what has happened? [19:38] M> ::She smiled a reassuring smile:: Don't worry, Sir. Coronado has a habit of getting into these situations, and has always gotten out so far. you're probably in the safest place in the galaxy. [19:38] ::straightens his uniform:: +taps+ Seconday personnel to the bridge... [19:38] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:38] *> Walks slowly around the ship one level at a time til it's time to get to the wardroom:: [19:38] 7> Hey Bob...::bartender turns:: I'm runing these up to the war room...I'll be back in a few [19:38] M> ::to Tebrun, but loud enough for anyone listening to hear:: The doctor's bedside manner leaves ... well, everything to be desired since it's nonexistant. [19:38] E> ::check the engineers over and see if all is going good and smoothly..:: [19:38] M> Hm. Interesting girl. Reminds me of my ex-wife. ::turns back to Savant:: I'll take your word for it, Savant. It's certainly a comfort at least knowing what's going on. [19:38] CIC> ::frowns and glances at Ironside:: Okay, I guess I don't need to speak with you in private... we'll address everything at the meeting. ... Including these memories. [19:38] ::frowns:: Poor kid. Never even had a full shift at the helm yet. [19:38] M> ::She grinned and winked:: Please do keep that under your hat. I'm unsure if the Captain wants all this leaked. [19:38] M> ::grins over at Dalton:: As I said, much like Andrea. ::indicates Dalton and himself to Savant:: We place ourselves in your capable hands, Comman-- ::blinks:: [19:39] M> ::to Savant, very coldly:: I'm afraid I don't agree. Surely you don't need to drag two civilians along on your captain's outrageous 'intuitions'. [19:39] TL> ::enters TL:: Wardroom level. [19:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:39] M> I beg your pardon.. I happen to have gone through a very traumatic event and youre calling ME moody?? ::eyes dalton:: [19:39] V> ::stares across the bridge, a glimmer playing in her eyes:: The Pfhor. [19:39] 7> Bartender> ::gives the new girl a look:: the name is Charlie....you must be the new one...PO Bourdeux right? [19:39] M> ::to Dyson:: Moody? No, I simply called you incompetant. [19:39] M> That is to say, we place ourselves in your capable hands, Savant. Especially if there's somewhere to eat around here. [19:39] M> She arched an eyebrow at Dalton:: Well, I could have left the two of you plummeting throught he stratosphere of Reorsa, if you had preferred. [19:39] V> Twenty Minuets. [19:39] M> I am NOT incompetenat... ::walks over and stares the officer down:: im doing my job.. [19:39] M> ::She chuckled:: Seventh Heaven is always open, Sirs. [19:39] 7> ::stops to shake his hand:: got to get going...or I'm going to be late ::pushes the cart to the TL:: [19:40] ::hits a nearby console to bring up a backup shift and watches as they begin replacing the Chief positions on the bridge:: We'd better get going... [19:40] CIC> Admiral, it seems I'm the only one who knows anything about my people. Popular theory is rather ... inaccurate in this case. But yes, the Awareness is true, though I know no one who would've mentioned it outside of confidence. [19:40] V> ::eyes narrow:: thou thinks the Pfhor are capable of such villany? to remove out people form existance? [19:40] M> ::without looking, takes two steps backwards and grabs Dalton's arm and swings him around:: Surely, you can see my Ullian companion is famished. [19:40] * OBSBlack (Corey@2e01205d.35474391.3web.net) has left #uss-coronado [19:40] *> ::enters the wardroom:: [19:40] M> I know I certainly am. [19:40] M> As to your emotional state ... I am starting to wonder. ::to Tebrun, turning his back to Dyson:: We really should get you to some quarters. [19:40] *> No, Sir, it started back 24 years ago and has been expanding until present day. [19:40] TL> Computer, deck 1 [19:40] M> You're not hungry? [19:40] ::nods, turning over her console to the relief officer:: I can't wait to hear what explanation has been dug up for THIS. ::frown:: [19:40] M> Oh food, yes. Where's the lounge on this ship? [19:40] M> Well i have been through being attacked sir... so ill thank you not to call me incompetant! [19:40] E> ::since all seems ok he walk to the CEO office and start looking around the office..:: [19:40] V> Why not? They still have enormous amounts of technology that we don't know about. This is their gasping breath, their final blow against an opponent they cannot beat. [19:41] M> ::She covered for Dalton smoothly:: Please accept my apologies on the behalf of Mr Dalton, Ms Dyson. He's been through a lot recently. [19:41] CIC> Demons, then. ::chuckles bitterly:: Because fallen or not, we're going to need angels on our side to figure this one out. [19:41] * Guest (jirc@1e79b4c9.1a358005.housing.uiuc.edu) has joined #uss- coronado [19:41] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Guest [19:41] M> Deck Seven forward. [19:41] M> ::does his best to stand between Dyson and Dalton, clearly practiced at this sort of thing:: Something called Seventh Heaven. Would it be logical to assume that it's on Deck 7? ::starts steering Dalton and Savant toward the door:: [19:41] *> walks out of the TL, to deck one, ::pushes the cart into the war room:: [19:41] I don't know.. Perhaps this could be the work of the Pfhor. [19:41] CIC> Indeed. I could name the devil, but it isn't in my language. [19:41] * Guest is now known as ObsThompson [19:41] CIC> ::frowns, blinks, and looks at Wallace for a moment, something he says catching his attention:: [19:41] ::hangs out in the back of the bridge, watching the goings on:: [19:41] CIC> Organians, hm? [19:41] M> Lovely service, Doctor. ::waves over Tebrun's shoulder:: I will be sure to recommend it highly. [19:41] M> ::nods:: Lucky guess. Let's go. ::gives Dyson his most winning smile:: Thank you for your hospitality, Doctor. I apologize if we seem... unsettled. [19:41] M> ::eyes Dalton, tears in her eyes:: Ive been through a lot lately and now Im being called incompetant [19:41] W> ::notices the food coming in:: Hello [19:42] *> I think this is far grander of scope than a simple conflict between socities, Sir. [19:42] ::waits for the relief officer to note he's caught up with the sensors and course:: [19:42] M> No its alright sir.. Im just having an hard day. ::sighs:: i appologize sir [19:42] V> ::frowns:: tis so much more than their normal method of attack... [19:42] ::steps off the bridge and down the small alcove to the Wardroom with D'rall:: [19:42] *> ::exits Sickbay:: [19:42] CIC> Well, that was the thought at the time. Tricorder readings of the converted forms were similar to those taken by Kirk and Company on Organia. [19:42] M> ::leans on the wall, tears running down her cheeks:: [19:42] M> Please, Ms Dyson, don't take his words to heart. And do take a break when you can, you've been having a difficult time lately. [19:42] ::follows behind the Commander:: [19:42] *> Not at all, Doctor. Try to enjoy the rest of existence. ::leaves Sickbay, grinning and shaking his head at Dalton:: You never won an argument with Andrea, either. [19:42] still, a small event could convceivably trigger that type of chaos. [19:43] *> Well at least she was emotionally stable. [19:43] M> :: Looks at savant, tears on her cheeks:: eas..easy for you to say.. [19:43] *> My suspicions is that this expansion is the result of a horribly maligned high-particle physics experiment gone wrong. [19:43] V> Who knows what it is costing them? Now, think about it. This weapon is greatly affected by gravitational wells, does this ring a bell? [19:43] *> Honestly, if all of the crew is as unbalanced as the doctor, we don't stand a chance. [19:43] CIC> ::reaches up and uses his thumb and index finger to rub his temples as Drexler and Wallace converse:: [19:43] M> ::She looked at Dyson and replied soberly:: Yes, Ma'am, yes it is. I'm sorry. [19:43] V> ::ears perk up at sound of a weapon:: [19:43] CIC> ::senses Ironside's change of perspective, but continues discussing the Organians:: Beings of pure energy who seemed to arbitrarily stop a conflict between the Federation and the Klingon Empire, which ultimately did little to prevent any kind of war. [19:43] M> ::sniffles, trying to regain her composure:: [19:43] <[CLSL_Wayne-Wr3]> ::stands up and moves to the transporter noting the dozen crew members aboard:: We will be dropping you off on Reorsa shortly. Report directly to Command Central. Looks like they are just as confused as all of us. [19:44] *>::finds an empty table and starts unloading the lunches on to it.. [19:44] TL> Well, we'll assume for the moment that they're not. ::enters a TL:: We're on... ::checks a chart:: Deck 6. Well, that's convenient. ::looks up:: Deck 7, Seventh Heaven, please. [19:44] WR> ::takes his usual seat along the side of the large table but looks strangely at the CO chair at the head of the table:: [19:44]