[19:04] OK, 3 after. I think we'll get going. [19:04] Aha, something that might go right this week. ::blesses the kind soul who put instructions on how he repaired his plastic-etched-circuit keyboard on the 'net:: [19:04] oorah! [19:04] *** LtMarist is now known as LTtc_Marist [19:04] *** Jester is now known as RAGC_LoraKor [19:04] Brad, uniform. Captain, whenever you're ready. :) [19:05] LCARS, let's do the thing [19:05] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Coronado sims at 9:00pm ET Mondays, with an after-sim most weeks immediately following!' [19:05] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:05] * CRXO_Tal snaps to attention. [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] ::Attn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] <[LCen_Farley]> ::attn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] :aatn:: [19:05] ::attn:: [19:05] << #uss-coronado-ooc>> [19:06] Welcome, everyone, to the first sim on the other side of the loop. ;) [19:06] you're welcome [19:06] *** Brad is now known as CRS1_Drexler [19:07] As you probably might expect, with me throwing 9+ weeks of brain-twisters at you, tonight is (probably) a night off where people can relax and deal with the aftermath. [19:07] Of course, if things get quiet, I suppose I can have another tear form or something. ;) [19:07] In addition, we have a couple of new additions as you might have noticed. :) [19:08] Joining our Marine contingent is Major Maxwell Deveraux aka TylerSmith. Tyler's a long-time UCIP'er and you therefore need not go easy on him. Please feel free to welcome him aboard, then toss him right into the deep end. Just 'cause he's a Major is no proof he can actually swim. Let's find out. ;) [19:09] ::cracks knuckles:: [19:09] *** [LCen_Farley] is now known as LCen_Farley [19:09] * CRXO_Tal breaks out the whips and chains. [19:09] ::wonders where the pool is:: [19:09] awesome! can I join.. [19:09] ::prepares for many a drill:: [19:09] ::whispers:: Commander Tal, please leave that in your quarters. It's inappropriate. [19:09] ::grins:: I mean, who knows which CO made him a Major. The person in question might have been nuts. [19:09] ::shurgs and hands them back to Reed:: Later, okay? [19:09] ::nods subtly:: [19:10] In addition, Kari aka Commander Kariasa Ma'Aru, will be trying out a new character on us this week. Commander Ma'Aru will (IC) be moving on to her own command, hopefully in preparation for a post-Coronado sim. [19:10] In the meantime, everyone please welcome Lieutenant Brooks, who will be taking over as Chief Science Officer. [19:11] >snifs< bye Kariasa [19:11] *** Joins: toohotsha000 (boitoohot@24.197.155.208) [19:11] (I'm sure Cdr. Ma'Aru will have need to poke her head in from time to time, particularly if Coro needs an escort in her closing months. I'm sure that won't happen. ;) [19:11] Don't cry Savant we'll see her on the next loop ::winks:: [19:11] Here's this week's briefing: [19:12] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:12] Stardate 240309.22: "Cold and Distant Stars", Part 1, by Jester. [19:12] SUMMARY: We've escaped the loop. What do we do now? [19:12] Coronado and the other Defender ships have escaped the time loops instigated by the supposed Jjaro artifact in the L036/L037 binary system. We now have very good reason to think that despite its convincing facade, the defense tower and the information in it are an enormous trap. [19:12] We have no real way of knowing if we have the memories of all of the iterations, or even how many iterations there were. Everyone remembers at least four, but the phenomenon wasn't local and was quite possibly an effect that extended throughout the known universe for all we know. [19:12] *** Parts: toohotsha000 (boitoohot@24.197.155.208) [19:12] Without communications outside the immediate area of Defender space, we have no way to determine how widespread the effect was... or, if it was a loop, how long we were trapped in it. We don't even have a firm idea what it all meant. As a result, M64 is still ringing with the news... [19:12] Briefing complete. [19:12] * CRXO_Tal acknowledges with a crisp salute. [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:12] ackety ack! [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:12] ack [19:13] ack [19:13] ack [19:13] Coronado is the J043 system, in orbit of Xanadu. Ships without major combat damage have been encouraged by the Admiralty to give leave to one and all while things get sorted out. There are a number of other Defender ships passing in and out of the system, notably Vanguard and one of the new Camelynian heavy cruisers (C.W. Duke Aren Meldanyn). [19:14] Any questions? [19:14] ::raises:: [19:14] Commander? [19:14] what time of day is it at the start of the sim? [19:15] Where's my d12... ::rolls:: just after 11. Lunch time for those who want it, good sleep-in time for people just getting up, good look around and reflect time for people who've been up since 6. [19:15] Any other questions? [19:15] not I [19:15] ::raises:: [19:15] Commander Farley? [19:15] What are we to think in engineering about Oswald being gone? [19:16] She's been offered a dirt-side job and is currently off the ship contemplating it. I suspect she'll be taking that job in the end. ;) [19:16] ok [19:16] Other questions? [19:17] Right. Sim time. :) [19:17] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:17] *> ::steps through a turbolift entrance near the shuttlebay, wringing her hands nervously:: Bridge. [19:17] *> ::sits in his office, PADDs scattered across his desk, mostly in regards to possible personnel to replace Gregg as the regimental commander for the 8th:: [19:17] SL1> ::sits in the science lab, going over a number of records and data files:: [19:17] =.\ction= Coronado holds relative position a few hundred thousand kilometers from the surface of Xanadu, staying in the asteroid- starship's shade. [19:18] ::savant was on the bridge for the most part, at the rear stations looking over a display of some sensor reports:: [19:18] E> ::moves around engineering getting back used to it since being out of the "loop" for awhile:: [19:18] ::sits quietly in the Command Chair, looking over a PADD and sipping a cold drink:: [19:18] E> ::walks by the Oswald's office and stops looking in seeing no one there:: [19:18] O> ::goes over some of the incredible amount of paperwork that has been accumulating on his desk:: (m) I need another Staff Seargent [19:18] ::seated at one of the auxilliary stations on the bridge, working the makeshift helm from there:: [19:19] *> ::leans back in his chair and tosses the PADD in his hand onto the desk, rubbing his chin while trying to get his mind focusesd - something he's been having difficulty doing as of late:: [19:19] ::she moves and behaves a bit like a composer in front of the orchestra, th way that she controls the terminal. She hummed quietly along with the work, the display shifting and moving with her suggestions:: [19:19] ::steps out onto the Bridge, noticing the back of a head sitting in the Captain's chair, and walks that way. [19:19] :: [19:19] Q> ::snoozes peacefully in his quarters, too annoyed by the preceding events to want to think about them for now:: [19:19] *> ::sighs slightly in his quarters, slightly annoyed with some of the things that had been going on in his mind the past several days:: [19:19] SL1> ::arches an eyebrow and reviews the previous section she was working on:: [19:19] *> ::gliding around the ship, cruising at random with no particular place to go:: [19:19] E> ::looks at the PADD's in his hands then back to the office, thinking, "I hope she finds happiness wherever she goes":: [19:20] *** Joins: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) [19:20] S> ::sits in the security office, passively reviewing notes from the routine security patrols of the ship:: [19:20] *** CRXO_Tal sets mode: +v LTtcMarist [19:20] ::scrolls down on the PADD, reading further and notices the shadow cast over him and looks up:: [19:20] SL1> ::taps on the control panel and pauses the recording:: [19:20] *> ::switches from rubbing his chin to rubbing the back of his neck as he leans forward and looks at the computer terminal screen amongst the PADDs:: Computer, time. [19:20] *** Joins: CCC (CCC@host-69-48-19-44.spr.choiceone.net) [19:20] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v CCC [19:20] O> ::tosses a PADD to his "complete" pile, which is definatly a pile in the truest sense of the word and nothing organized:: [19:20] Lieutenant....Brooks, yes? ::looks up:: [19:20] *** Quits: LCen_Farley (CCC@host-69-48-19-44.spr.choiceone.net) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [19:21] S> ::pauses as he notices one of them:: [19:21] *** CCC is now known as LCen_Farley [19:21] SL1> ::pulls out a stylus and jots down several notes on a PADD lying in her lap:: [19:21] *> Computer> The time is currently 1108 hours. [19:21] ::Meanwhile, the rest of her mind was elsewhere, scattered across the ship and the system, focusing idly on Xanadu in one part, talking with Alicia in another, collecting Reorsan reports with a third, and so forth. The computer was very busy, but Savant seemed lighthearted:: [19:21] *** Parts: LTtc_Marist (~Dolin@c-24-98-89-57.atl.client2.attbi.com) [19:21] ::straightens to attention in front of Daren, smiling just slightly at the mention of her name:: Aye, captain. Reporting for duty, sir. [19:21] *> ::wonders if he shouldn't go get some lunch:: [19:22] *> ::hangs a left after stellar cartography:: [19:22] 9> ::sits in his office, eyes closed, music playing quietly:: [19:22] *> ::mutters something about disabling the speed regulator with a smirk on her face:: [19:22] S> +taps+ Canterbury to Engineering. [19:22] SL1> ::glances at the clock on her display and curses softly:: Damn. Late. [19:22] E> +taps+ Engineering here. [19:23] ::grins slighty:: No need for all that...It's about time we had someone of rank take over up here...::looks her over and entends a hand to the Science Station:: I assume you know where we keep your station...unless, you had any questions for me about your new job, that is. [19:23] SL1> ::locks down her station with her usual assortment of encryptions and passwords and nods to the Andorian scientist nearby as she exits the Science Lab:: [19:23] *> ::glares for a moment and straights his uniform, rubbing his hands through his hair attempting to make himself look half presentable, considering it was the first day of duty and all, the last thing he wanted was to come off as some scum bag stick jockey:: [19:23] S> +taps+ Yeah, nothing major, but one of the security patrols reported that a door lock on section 8 of deck 9 is down. [19:24] *> ::pushes back from his desk and rises, heading for the door and wondering what's on the menu at 7th Heaven today:: [19:24] S> +taps+ Could've been damaged in the firefight yesterday. [19:24] O> ::calls for his Staff Seargent and points the man to the pile to the side of his desk, the man promptly sighing and begining to collect the finished reports:: [19:24] ::pushes button keeping an eye on the tac station:: [19:24] ::The consoles at back of Coronado's bridge were unoccupied and therefore currently full of whatever caught Savants' whim... newscasts from Reorsa and other networks dominated:: [19:25] E> +taps+ ACK, I'll get someone up there. Thanks. [19:25] *> ::heads for and enters the nearest turbolift:: Deck Seven. [19:25] ::shakes her head, relaxing slightly:: No, sir, everything was covered quite thoroughly in the transfer orders. [19:25] E> ::looks around and see's no one he can send so he goes instead:: I'll be out on a call. [19:25] *> ::bored look on her face as she continues gliding down the corridor:: [19:25] S> ::resumes looking over the security reports, seeing little out of the ordinary:: [19:25] *> ::looks down at the padd with his orders currently laid out in detail, reading them and taking in the information, getting ready to head out and report in so he could get this day started:: [19:25] TL> ::enters the TL:: Sickbay. [19:26] E> ::picks up an engineering kit and heads out:: [19:26] E> ::enters TL:: Deck 9 [19:26] TL> ::exits the turbolift and heads for 7th Heaven:: [19:26] *> ::reaches the end of the hall and pauses before the turbolift door, waiting for a car to arrive:: [19:26] ::nods:: I'm afraid today is a bit of a slow day Lieutenant, we're still pretty much trying to get out footing after the events of the past...day. I hope your presence will be a breath of fresh air... [19:27] =.\ction= Coronado's major battle damage is in the form of three isolated sections of decks 8 and 9, where the blue-grey sphere struck the hull. Containment fields currently have that section of the ship walled off. [19:27] O> ::goes back to his mess of PADD's and continues to read them over and approve or dissaprove requisitions, transfers, and the occasional promotion:: [19:27] *> ::walks out of his quarters and down the corridore, towards Major Prescots office, where hopefully he'd be able to find him this time of the day:: [19:27] ::Savant was collating, collecting, and condensing. The best way for her to think was by searching and sorting, it organized her thoughts at the same time.:: [19:27] TL> ::arrives on deck 9 and exits the TL:: [19:27] 6> ::emerges on Deck 6 near sickbay and makes her way to the infirmary:: [19:28] 7H> ::enters the lounge and heads for one of the smaller tables near the bay windows, taking a seat and picking up the menu laid across the table surface:: [19:28] ::She changed the tune of her humming, and the sounds of the computers in the bridge changed subtly to accompany:: [19:28] *> ::while here he checks on the repair teams progress:: How is everything going ensign? [19:28] *> ::steps up to the doorway, letting the computer do its job, announcing to the officers inside that there was someone waiting on the outside requesting entrance:: [19:28] M> ::enters sickbay and smooths her dark hair down:: [19:28] ::smiles:: Thank you, sir, I'll do what I can. ::tilts her head towards the Science Station:: If there was nothing else.. [19:29] O> ::grunts as he hears someone at the enterance of the door:: Enter!! [19:29] ::shakes his head:: Go get'em... ::grins:: [19:29] M> ::glances around and notes that there are no doctors and only two medtechs present in sickbay:: [19:29] Ensign> *> ::looks over to the LC:: Everything is going ood so far, sir. [19:29] M> What the hell is this? Doctors' Day Off? [19:30] ::The science consoles dropped the displays that Savant had them on and resumed their regular operation:: [19:30] *** Quits: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) (Ping timeout) [19:30] M> Computer, whereabouts of Doctor Reed. [19:30] O> ::steps in to the office, slightly taken aback from the quick response from the inside, for some odd reason he hadn't expected there to be anyone there, stepping in slowly and presenting his padd with orders:: Major Prescot? I'm Major Maxwell Deveraux, reporting for duty sir. [19:30] *> Good to hear, carry on. ::looking around at the work being done:: [19:30] *** Joins: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) [19:30] Q> ::feels consciousness begin to return and does his damndest to fight it off:: [19:30] TL> ::looks at the doors as they swish open and then at the chair - as slim a design as it is, it's barely able to navigate these hallways, much less doors:: [19:30] =.\ction= Farley peers through the forcefield and can see that the hull was breached on decks 8 and 9, section 3. The edges of the hull appear... melted. [19:31] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTtcMarist [19:31] 7H> ::nods to the waiter as he approaches:: I'll have a glass of water and the club sandwich, hold the bacon. Thanks. ::hands back the menu:: [19:31] Computer> Doctor Reed is in his sleeping chamber in his quarters. [19:31] M> ::frowns:: +taps+ Tal to Reed. [19:31] *> ::notices the melting:: Ensign, have you determined the cause of the melting of the hull like that? ::points in out:: [19:31] Q> ::distantly hears the communicator chirp, but attempts to ignore it:: [19:31] O> ::looks up after half a second and gives the man a half smile before standing up:: Ahh yes... Our new Flight Leader. Welcome aboard Major ::takes the PADD from him and looks it over:: [19:32] TL> ::rolls eyes as she backs off and lines up her approach to the doors again, this time making it through without sticking:: "Go for a ride," they said... ::manages a 180 turn in place:: Deck 8. [19:32] =Description= Underneath the melted portions of the other and inner hull should be the delicate electronics that are the veins and arteries of Coro's power and data systems. They appear to be completely missing. [19:32] ::scratches at his chin:: +taps+ Commander Farley to the Bridge... [19:32] *> +taps+ Farley here sir. [19:32] M> Computer, activate Dr. Reed's wake-up signal, please. He was due on duty three hours ago. [19:32] ::turns, stepping off the command dias and moving across the bridge towards the Sci station:: [19:33] *> +taps+ On my way [19:33] O> ::nod:: Thank you sir, I'm glad to be aboard.......::looks around the office, observing the mess of padds lieing on the desk:: Where do I get started? [19:33] TL> ::bumps and scrapes her way out of the turbolift heading down the corridor, determined to see for herself just what her little piloting stunt cost:: [19:33] Q> ::hears the rather obnoxious wake-up tone suddenly come on:: Gaaaaah! ::sits up:: Computer, disable alarm! ::grabs his comm-badge and +taps+ it on:: Whoever this is had better have a very good reason for waking me up. [19:33] ::laces his fingers together and sets his elbows on the table, looking out the lounge's bay windows at Coronado, the void beyond, and the visible arc of Xanadu:: [19:34] *> Ensign, I want to know as much as we can learn about what happened here. ::also passes the little job off that brought him here in the first place:: [19:34] M> +taps+ There is a very good reason, Doctor. You were due on duty three hours ago, and I will not let another Doctor be responsible for the health and well-being of my child. Please report to sickbay at once. [19:34] Ensign> *> Understood sir. [19:34] O> Hmmm? Oh this is my mess to deal with. You get started in the fighter bay ::smirks at the Major and hands his PADD back to him:: You are all settled in? [19:34] 8> ::pauses at an intersection to wait for an ensign to go by in the other direction:: [19:35] *> ::turns and heads for the bridge:: [19:35] ::Savant stops her humming and stops, the display on one terminal frozen, it showing a rather complex waveform:: [19:35] 7H> ::nods his thanks to the waiter as he brings him the food and takes a sip from the glass of water before taking a bite out of the sandwich:: [19:35] hey, look! It's me! ::there's a note of innocent glee in her tone:: Wow, isn't that something! [19:35] Q> ::blinks and looks over at this chrono:: It's 1115, Vel. My shift doesn't start 'til 1400 today. Oh, wait, don't tell me -- you assumed my normal duty hours today, instead of checking the log. [19:35] S> ::sits up and stretches, yawning slightly, then glances over at Sanchez seated across from him:: You have everything covered here, right mate? [19:36] 9> ::sets down a PADD and walks over and selects a book from a shelf:: [19:36] 8> ::shoves the throttle to its limit - which is about the average walking speed of a person - and blasts through the intersection, but is forced to slow down when the hall narrows again:: [19:36] << +taps+ on that>> [19:36] O> ::grins slightly, recalling his first day of duty as a 2nd Lieutenant, remembering how his immediate superior had made him begin with sorting through his paper work rather than actually doing what he had joined Starfleet in the first place for:: Aye sir, I believe I am. I honestly didn't have that much to unpack, save the few spare flight suits and uniforms. ::takes the padd back from him and slides it behind his b [19:36] ::sits at the main science station, bringing up the sensors and experimenting with them, scanning along Xanadu's edge then further out towards the edge of the system:: [19:36] +taps+Marist to Canterbury, you want to meet up in 7th Heaven for lunch. My shift is almost done. [19:37] M> +taps+ You are thinking that today is Tuesday. Today is in fact Wednesday. The log specifies that you were due on duty at normal hours today. [19:37] ENtc_Sanchez> S> ::nods:: Sure. [19:37] =.\ction= D'rall very nearly runs over someone coming out of a medical lab. [19:37] S> ::looks up:: +taps+ Sure. Good timing, actually. I was just about to head over there. [19:37] ::turns and looks at Brooks:: oh, hello, Lieutenant. Welcome to Coronado. ::As a matter of course, Savant loads Brooks' terminal full of links to various oft-used sensor reports of Xanadu, as that seems to be her point of interest:: [19:37] 7H> ::continues eating the sandwich, setting it down in between bites long enough to look out the window and the stars beyond for a bit:: [19:37] 8> ::screeches to a stop, the chair rocking in response though she is held in place by the forcefield restraints:: [19:37] ::crosses his legs wondering if Farley got lost:: [19:37] *> ::enters the bridge:: [19:37] O> ::looks down to the padd for a moment, reviewing his service record for a moment while recalling some of the past missions and officers he had served with, it had been a long run indeed:: [19:38] 8> Hey, watch it! [19:38] +taps+Good Deal, I'll meet you in say 15 minutes? [19:38] ENtc_Sanchez> S> Oh, pick up something for me, too, while you're there, eh man? [19:38] Q> ::yawns:: +taps+ Vel, I'm not going to have this argument. I know what I filed and when I filed it. If you really want that check up so badly right now, come by my quarters. Otherwise, let me go back to sleep! [19:38] ::stands at attn:: Reporting as ordered sir [19:38] 8> ::head comes back up to look at the person she nearly ran over:: [19:38] ::turns to the Science station:: Lieutenant Brooks, you have the Bridge please... ::points Farley:: My Ready Room, Lieutenant Commander... [19:38] S> ::nods, even though it wouldn't be seen over the com:: +taps+ Sure thing. [19:38] 9> ::takes the book back to his desk and flips it open:: [19:39] ::follows Daren, thinking I hope I wasn't to tardy:: [19:39] M> ::leans over and checks the calendar just to be sure and nods:: +taps+ Very well. I shall note this in the duty log. And as I do not have time to come to your quarters, we will reschedule for tomorrow morning at 1100 hours. [19:39] 8> ::backs up slightly and off to the side as much as she can to let the person pass:: [19:39] 7H> ::finishes the sandwich and picks up the glass of water, staring into it for a moment, and through to the windows beyond:: [19:39] ::swievals in her chair towards the voice, her eyebrows shooting up instantly upon seeing Savant:: Ohh! You're the command interface. [19:40] S> Why do you want me to bring something back? I mean, heck, the replicator's right there. ::grins:: [19:40] RR> ::takes a seat behind the desk:: Please, sit down, I'm sorry to tear you away from the repair work...but I have something I'd like to discuss with you... [19:40] O> ::taps the padd and scrolls through the data, hopefully giving off a good first impression to the Major:: [19:40] ::takes a seat:: No problem, sir. [19:40] Q> ::rolls eyes:: Fine, fine. Log it with the computer. ::closes the comm signal and flops his head back onto his pillow:: [19:40] ::she smiles politely:: The semi-autonomous varied algorithm network trainer, at your service, Ms Brooks. [19:40] 8> ::continues on her trek, hanging a left at the next junction, beginning to wish she had simply dragged herself through the tubes at this point:: [19:41] ENtc_Sanchez> ::frowns in mock fury:: Don't give me none of that replicated junk, I want something real for a change. ::smiles as his mock anger breaks:: Maybe a Reorsan tomato sandwich? [19:41] <> [19:41] < >> [19:41] M> ::exits sickbay shaking her head:: [19:41] RR> As I'm sure you are aware, Commander Oswald is no longer with us... ::turns to the replicator and orders a cold Icer Tea:: ... oh, can I get you something? [19:41] RR> No thanks, sir. [19:41] O> ::nods:: The Thunderbirds await you Major... I suggest you get to them, as they may be getting a bit unruely by now [19:41] *** Quits: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) (Ping timeout) [19:42] O> ::raises an eyebrow:: Is that so, sir. Might I inquire why? [19:42] 9> ::as he reads, he scribbles a few notes onto the desk's interactive display:: [19:42] 7H> ::tosses back the remainder of the water and sets the glass back down, putting his napkin on his plate and pushing back from the table:: [19:43] RR> ::nods and takes the drink, sitting back down:: As I was saying, Commander Oswald finally decided to resign again and I decided to accept her resignation, well I didn't have much choice, ::Grins:: but thats beside the point... [19:43] 8> ::finally sees the shimmer of a forcefield up ahead as she approaches what she thinks may be one affected spot:: [19:43] Ensign on deck 9> We need to set up temp force fields on the outer hull so we cna get to the damaged parts. [19:43] O> They have been without a stable Flight Leader for some time now. Both of our Flight's have been, the Hegemony War took a toll on our fighter pilots [19:43] S> I'll see what they have. ::chuckles as he steps out of the office:: [19:43] *** Joins: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) [19:43] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTtcMarist [19:43] 7H> ::exits the lounge and makes his way back to the turbolift:: [19:43] RR> I hope see finds happiness wherever she goes. [19:44] TL> ::takes the TL back down to Science Lab 1:: [19:44] Welcome to Coronado, Lieutenant. I'm glad to see that you've finally made it. [19:44] ::glances at Daren leaving the bridge with surprise at being left in charge, before turning back to Savant:: I'm sorry, you were saying? [19:44] ::talks quietly to the reliving tac officer for a moment:: [19:45] TL> ::enters:: CIC [19:45] RR> ::nods:: But that leaves me without a Chief Engineer...and a decision to make. Well actually this isn't much of a choice either, you're easily the most qualified person on the Engineering staff for this job, and if you want it...just say the word Commander. [19:45] Ensign on 9> ::instructs the teams to beam the nessary equipment on the hull and set it up:: [19:45] O> Well, hopefully I'll be able to stabilize things for them, that's the least I can do if not more. Is there anyone else I should report in to sir? [19:45] nothing so important. You've arrived in something of a lull, you'll be happy to note. You'll find that being on Coronado is a bit of an adventure, much more so than an Oberth. :grins:: [19:45] =.\ction= Canterybury is advised by one of the staff that they've just been shipped a load of fresh produce from the farms of Alexandria, where it's harvest season all year long. [19:45] RR> ::face lights up alittle:: I would be honored to be CEO, sir. [19:46] SL1> ::re-enters the lab, her face a mask of neutrality:: [19:46] O> ::shakes his head:: No. As of now I dont even have an immediate superior, but you done your job for reporting in, now just go and do your job [19:46] CIC> ::exits the turbolift into the quiet complex, sporting only a pair of technicians hunched unenthousiastically over their consoles:: [19:46] 8> ...Were you eavesdropping on me in the office? ::frowns slightly:: [19:46] 8> ::slows to a halt a few feet away from the forcefield, glancing around and not seeing much other than what looks like melted hull - possibly damage from an unshielded impulse dive towards the thicker atmosphere near ground level in Xanadu? She doesn't look too sure, but is the only conclusion she has:: [19:46] =.\ction= Coronado's engines disengage, and the frigate drops to impulse power. [19:47] SL1> ::sits back at her terminal and notes the reactivation of Science 1 on the bridge:: [19:47] Ensign on 9> ::gets the word the equipment is set and running and drops the inner force field and gets the teams to work:: [19:47] RR> ::nods, appearing to consider it:: Done then. Consider this your first request as Chief Engineer then: How's my ship? [19:47] 9> ::looks at what he's written and crinkles his brow a bit:: [19:47] <> [19:47] ((nevermind that announcement o_o)) [19:47] CIC> ::stands at the edge of the pit, leaning on the railing with his arms, looking over the facility:: [19:48] CIC> How are you, General? [19:48] SL1> +taps+ Science Lab 1 to Bridge Science Station 1. [19:48] CIC> Restless. [19:48] *** Joins: CCC (CCC@host-69-48-19-44.spr.choiceone.net) [19:48] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v CCC [19:48] ::grins, matching her expression:: I can imagine so. It'll be nice to go faster than warp six, if nothing else. [19:48] 9> ::tries to pronounce what he's written, but stops when he gets a beep:: [19:48] *** Quits: LCen_Farley (CCC@host-69-48-19-44.spr.choiceone.net) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [19:48] 8> ::stares at the damaged section, lost in thought:: [19:48] *** CCC is now known as LCen_Farley [19:48] CIC> So I see. ::She only spoke, her body was nowhere to be found.:: What's on your mind? If I can ask. [19:49] ::nods to the relieaving officer and heads to the TL:: Computer, deck 7 ::leans up against the wall:: [19:49] O> Understood sir. Thank you ::nods:: It was a pleasure meeting you Major. Sir. ::nods once more and exits the room:: [19:49] ::frowns:: +taps+ Bridge here. [19:49] ensign on deck 9> ::looks up and notices D'rall:: Sir, please move away from there! [19:49] ::On the bridge, Savant gestured overhead to the communique from the science lab, and spoke in a falsetto:: that's Commander Tal, the XO. [19:49] CIC> ::shakes his head:: The feeling that we should be doing something constructive, rather than taking a breather. [19:49] 9> ::checks the alert, participates in a brief conversation over the comm:: Thank you, sir. I will check into it. ::nods as the person signs off, then blinks:: [19:49] 8> ::walks through the deck, taking the long way around in an effort to steer well clear of the damaged sections:: [19:49] *** LCen_Farley is now known as LCEN_Farley [19:49] 9> Savant. [19:50] O> ::waits till the Major has left before sitting down and picking up the PADD he ws going over:: [19:50] CIC> Because the ship is inactive doesn't mean you have to be, General. I've been at work... then again, I'm something of an addict when it comes to work. [19:50] ::her eyes get a bit larger at mention of the XO:: [19:50] 9> Yes, Sieven? [19:50] RR> ::enters the change is position in the ships log and awaits Farley's respose:: [19:50] CIC> ::grunts, then steps down into the pit and heads for one of the holotables:: [19:50] 7> ::walks out of the TL and looks around looking for someone:: [19:50] 9> What are you doing at the Press Liaison Office? [19:50] 8> ::glances at the ensign:: Don't worry Ensign. ::sad smile:: I just like to think that seeing things like this will help inspire me to not let them happen next time. [19:50] SL1> ::unlocks her station and begins reviewing the data she had previously been studying, putting the relevant bits into a packet for distribution to the senior staff:: [19:51] RR> I would be honored sir. [19:51] CIC> For example, I found something very interesting in the local cosmic background radiation. [19:51] =.\ction= The scheduled packet to Xanadu departs the First Chamber entrance to the asteroid-starhip and heads for open space, passing Coro a half-minute or so later. [19:51] 8> ::finally spots the ensign speaking to her a deck down through the hole:: [19:51] CIC> Oh, what's that? ::steps up to the holotank:: [19:51] 8> ::enters TL:: Deck 7. [19:51] 9> ::Her tone was somewhat amused:: trying to get a report looked at, that's all. Are they having issues over there again? [19:52] RR> Yes, and? How's the ship...the repairs, how are they progressing? [19:52] *> ::walks back down the corridore, muttering to himself:: Well, that went better than I expected, I suppose. So the Thunderbirds......I wonder how unrulely these pilots really are. ::nods to a few officers giving him odd looks as he banters to himself on the way to the turbolift:: [19:52] 9> It seems you're being a little intrusive. [19:52] CIC> ::She pointed at the holotank, where a graph displayed the particle distribution for a certain moment in time. It looked rather random:: I've never seen myself before, but there I am. [19:52] =.\ction= A moment later, the packet's off, moving in the general direction of Penthia. [19:52] SL1> ::frowns at the lack of response from the bridge but shrugs it off and resumes her work:: [19:52] 9> Intrusive? Are they giving you troubles, Sieven? [19:52] CIC> ::arches an eyebrow:: This is...you? [19:52] 7> ::finds a spot near the window and looks over a padd:: [19:53] 8> ::takes one last look at the hole, then turns the chair around... and promptly smacks into part of the bulkhead jutting out:: [19:53] +taps+ Commander..Tal? You wanted something? [19:53] CIC> ::grins:: Well, of course! I mean, can't you see the resembl- . . . no.. wait. I suppose you wouldn't. Hmm. [19:53] 7> ::steps out of the turbolift, walking the short distance to Seventh Heaven, and walking through the doors:: [19:53] RR> The repairs are moving ahead, except where the sphere's impacted on the hull. We are taking our time to find out what happened there. Alot is missing. [19:53] 9> No, but they say you're being a pest. ::takes a sip from a glass on the desk:: It's a civilian entity, Savant, you shouldn't be bugging them. What's the report you want them to look at? [19:53] 8> ::mutters indignantly as she straightens the chair out and manages to get it turned around so she can leave the area:: [19:53] ::Murmurs to Brooks:: she can be a little prone to dramatics. she may have just wanted to hear the sound of her own voice:: [19:54] SL1> +taps+ Bridge, this is Commander Tal. I'll assume that whomever activated Science 1 is the new Science Officer we requested. I would have a moment of your time, if you are free. [19:54] CIC> Why would your...energy signature be present in the background cosmic radiation? [19:54] RR> ::nods:: Please, I'm keeping you from your work...don't let me interrupt you any further...I just wanted to give you the good news. [19:54] RR> ::stands:: [19:54] 7H> ::spots Marist over by the window, and walks over:: Hey there. Sorry I'm a little late. Took the long way to get here. ::flashes his British grin:: [19:55] 9> A review of the past few days... or day, depending on how you want to look at it. And they really need to relax a little! Don't worry, Sieven, I'll take care of that. [19:55] CIC> Well, I'm not entirely sure. But if you look at the timestamp, you'll see that it was almost exactly during the Beckmann translation. [19:55] ::grins at Savant's remark:: +taps+ That's correct, Leuitenant Brooks, ma'am. How can I help you? [19:55] RR> ::stands up:: Well good and bad news, sir. If there is anything that Oswald needs let her know I'll help in any way I can. [19:56] *** Quits: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) (Ping timeout) [19:56] CIC> ::hrms:: Well....I suppose that makes some sense. [19:56] RR> ::entends his hand to Farley:: Congratulations, and keep me updated on the repair progress...I doubt we'll be able to get moving too far until we can piece together what those Spheres did to us and find out if we are well and truely out of the woods yet... [19:56] *** Joins: LTtcMarist (~gtspacegi@c-24-98-89-149.atl.client2.attbi.com) [19:56] 8> ::glides her way back to the turbolift, piloting the chair in a detached fashion, clearly deep in thought:: [19:56] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LTtcMarist [19:56] SL1> +taps+ Please report to Science Lab 1, Lieutenant. Tal out. [19:57] 9> Savant, I think you should let them be, okay? Things are still a bit confusing for people. [19:57] RR> ::extends his hand and shakes the captains:: Thank you again, sir. ::turns to leave:: [19:57] CIC> ::crosses his arms:: Do you suppose that visiting the control room in the third chamber would put us back within a loop, or may it be possible that the information dispersed to us from there could have changed now that we have made it out? [19:57] CIC> I suppose. I'm still searching for some other signs of it at other times, and i've come up with limited success. It's a bit of a pet project, but it's interesting at least. I think so, anyway. [19:57] CIC> From what I know, visiting there again would be completely safe. [19:57] RR> ::lingers behind a moment while Farley exits:: [19:57] CIC> You're sure? [19:57] 9> Don't worry Sieven, I've got it handled. I may be a bit capricious at times, but i do know how to clean up after myself. [19:58] TL> ::manages to get into the turbolift a bit easlier this time:: Deck 9. [19:58] CIC> The station only translocates along the thread when so motivated. It doesn't do it unless it's told to do so. [19:58] 9> ::drums on the desk a moment:: All right. [19:58] +taps+ On my way. ::stands and swings around the science console, then stops, frowning:: [19:58] ::enters the bridge:: [19:58] CIC> ::hrms again:: +com+ Admiral LoraKor, from General Ironside. [19:58] ::grins at Brooks and quips:: If she starts being too dramatic, just try to humour her. [19:59] ::steps back out onto the bridge and noticed Brooks leaving:: Lieutenat, was there somewhere you were going? [19:59] 7H> ::smilesback:: it's okay...I was enjoying the view [19:59] *> ::walks towards the shuttle bay, eager to meet some of the officers whom he would be working with, regardless if they were hot shots or not:: [19:59] X3> +com+ Go ahead, General. [19:59] ::nods absently at Savant:: Tal...isn't that Wallaces daughter? [19:59] ::notices Savant:: Hello Savant. [19:59] 9> ::stares at the scribblings on the PADD with a bit of perplexity before finally standing up:: [19:59] that's right. Dont' tell me that you've run afoul of the Admiral as well? [19:59] ::smiles:: Hello, Chief. [20:00] ::smiles:: I'll have to get used to that name. [20:00] CIC> +com+ Admiral, I'd like to lead a small team back to the control room in Xanadu's third chamber. It would be interesting to note whether or not the recording presented to us there has been altered given our exit of the loop. [20:00] TL> No, wait. ::looks up towards the voice pickup:: Deck 7. [20:00] SL1> ::reaches up and hits several controls as she continues to run her search program:: [20:00] ::stares at Savant's responce for a half-second, before turning around towards Daren:: Ohh, Captain. Commander Tal asked me to meet her. Err, if that's alright with you. Sir. [20:01] Q> ::suddenly sits up, grumbling about how that he can't fall back to sleep now, and rolls out of bed:: [20:01] I was wondering if you might have some free time to help us out on our current project? [20:01] 7H> You said you found something not quite right in security you wanted to talk about... [20:01] 7> ::passes out of the turbolift, heading for Seventh Heaven:: [20:01] ::nods:: Of course... [20:01] ::stands over the Command Chair:: [20:01] X3> +com+ ::amused:: You're welcome, of course, General. I'll see you when you arrive. But for the record, I've not been presented with any recordings. [20:01] Always, Mr Farley. I've got a good eight percent free processing time! [20:01] CIC> ::frowns, then pulls up the Admiral's location in the holotank:: [20:01] SL1> ::stands and moves the replicator and orders a Vulcan hot tea:: [20:01] CIC> ::snorts to himself:: [20:02] 7H> ::chuckles:: Oh, *that's* why you wanted to meet for lunch. ::chuckles again, slightly weakly:: [20:02] ::turns, heading towards the lift bank:: [20:02] O> ::looks at his damage to the pile of PADD's and nods with satisfaction before standing up and moving out into the Main Barracks:: [20:02] ::smiles again:: Well that should be more then enough. ::really smiles now:: We should need no more then 2 or 3% [20:02] SL1> ::sips slowly at the tea when she suddenly feels her stomach lurch:: [20:03] CIC> ::walks over to a locker and removes a tricorder and accompanying belt, putting them on:: [20:03] 7H> ::glides into the lounge - at least here there is SOME room to maneuver:: [20:03] SL1> ::mutters:: Not again.... [20:03] *> ::steps out, smiling to himself, seeing flight bags scattered on the floor over by several Spectre class fighters:: [20:03] CIC> Shall we take KElaka, or would you prefer to transport? [20:03] ::turns and heads out onto the bridge:: [20:03] ::rides the lift down towards the science labs, looking more vervous than she had before coming on duty:: [20:03] Lovely. I've got to give a third of a slice to the external emitters anyways. What can I do for you? [20:03] SL1> ::excuses herself and steps into the head just off the science lab:: [20:03] ::smirks a little:: I believe I'll just pop over. How far are we orbiting Xanadu at? [20:04] CIC> ::heads into CIC, glancing around:: [20:04] 7H> ::glances up at the waiter:: Uh, yeah, hot Earl Grey tea, and... ::pauses:: ...have any gagh? [20:04] CIC> Anything happening? Everything normal? [20:04] If you could meet on decks 8 and 9 where the spheres impacted. I would like you to look at something strange. [20:04] SL1> ::spends the next few minutes regurgitating everything she's eaten today:: [20:04] 7H> ::bypasses drink and food and instead pulls up as close as she can get to one of the tables near her normal spot:: [20:04] CIC> I'll meet you there, then. We're orbiting at five thousand kilometers. - oh, hello Sieven. [20:04] *> ::steps up to the labs door, taking a deep breath before walking inside:: [20:05] ::nods as enters the bridge:: Captain Daren? [20:05] Well, the whole situation is strange, Mr Farley. What in specific are you looking at? [20:05] CIC> Because I think I'm going to head over to Xanadu for a while. I don't think I'm needed around here. [20:05] ::looks up and over at the General:: Yes, General? [20:05] 7h> Bourdeux> ::talks in her french accent:: yes sir, I'll send some right over [20:05] SL1> ::looks around inside, maybe even seemingly a little disapointed:: Uhh, commander? [20:05] 7H> ::slightly recoils at the sudden silence that follows from the nearby tables:: No? Well, uh, just a cheese sandwich then. You do have cheese, right? [20:05] MB> ::cracks his neck as he moves over and looks over a few of the marines as they train, nodding here and there and giving pointers:: [20:05] CIC> We're about to leave as well! Woudl you like me to transport you over? We're heading to the third chamber. [20:05] SL1> ::rinses her mouth out and steps back out, her face looking more than a little pale and green:: [20:05]