[21:17] Aftersim starts right after the sim sim ^_^ [21:17] *Sim Start* [21:17] * Savant jabs the bot [21:18] ::a man walks into a bar...:: [21:18] *** McC is now known as Alec [21:18] *** Kari is now known as Brooks [21:18] M> ::rematerializes in sickbay, falling promptly to the ground, but groggily gets up:: What? What? [21:19] *Sim Start* [21:19] *** 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!' [21:19] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:19] M> ::Savant appears beside Reed:: His condition is deteriorating, Doctor. [21:19] M> ::wipes the sleep from his eyes:: Give me his vitals. [21:19] ::sits at a table, a half-full glass in front of her, idly reading from a PADD:: [21:20] M> Savant, round up your rogue processes and help me here. [21:20] ::walks over to Maiko:: would you mind comind with me? [21:20] TL> ::steps into the lift:: Computer, location of Captain Daren? [21:20] ::leans back in his booth, smirking at the view of Alexandria and then taking a bite out of his chicken sandwhich: [21:20] M> ::The hologrma shifted, the red collar pulling itself up the spectrum to blue:: already on it, Doctor. [21:20] <> ::still on the bridge, hitting the report for her department's troublemarker:: [21:21] ::looks at Tlaloco:: Huh? [21:21] *** Joins: Fraser (~fdeziel@24.112.23.193) [21:21] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Fraser [21:21] *** Fraser is now known as Ironside [21:21] Please follow me. [21:21] ::heads toward the TL:: [21:22] ::looks confused but hands off the helm console to the alpha shift relief and follows 'loco:: [21:22] M> Who can I call....::shakes his head:: Hell, we need his neurotransmitters back up. Give me a hypo, maximum barely safe concentration. [21:22] TL> deck five. [21:22] TL> Computer> Captain Daren is in the Wardroom. [21:23] M> ::Savant nodded once, the required hypospray leaping into her hand from across the room:: Yes, Doctor. He's not doing well, is he? [21:23] TL> ::looks at 'loco:: So are you going to explain what's up or... [21:24] How old are you, Maiko? [21:24] TL> Very well...Wardroom! ::Leans agains the wall as he waits for the lift to arrive at its destination:: [21:24] M> No, he's not. ::injects the hypo, but notices no appreciable change:: Damnit! What is this?! Savant, run a full-spectrum scan, subspace, everything. I want to know exactly what signals are going into and out of Lora Kor [21:25] ::gives 'loco a look:: Um, no offense Commander, but I'm not really sure how my age became a topic of discussion... [21:25] M> ::the lights in the room dimmed and Savant projected a holographic duplicate of Tebrun's prone body above him, displaying the scan is it swept over him:: There's a lot of information, I can't put it all into one display. [21:26] I'm sorry. Maybe an inappropriate question. [21:26] TL> ::steps out and heads for the Wardroom to give his report to Daren:: [21:26] ::manages to pull up a Maiko grin though she doesn't really feel it all that much inside at the moment:: [21:26] M> Fine, fine. ::scrutinizes the display:: [21:27] How much of my history do you know? [21:27] *** Aggie is now known as Tal [21:27] M> ::the hologrma looked down at the unconscious admiral, worry sweeping over her features. She placed a hand on his briefly and spoke to him in a ressuring tone:: don't you worry Tebrun Lora Kor, we'll get you out of this. [21:27] ::yawns slightly and kicks his feet up on the other side of the booth, eating his sandwhich in peace:: [21:27] Not much but the general gossip... that you're from Earth's past. [21:28] *** Joins: Obs_Santiago (breathless@C9-dhcp-20-52.resnet.ucsc.edu) [21:28] *** Tal is now known as Velorna_Tal [21:28] Yes, that much is true. But something happened just a few years ago ::steps out on deck 5:: [21:28] ::steps out of the turbolift and onto the bridge, having just ordered the lift to deck 9 rather than the CIC:: [21:28] ::follows the ops chief:: [21:28] I just wanted to tell you because I know what you're feeling. [21:29] ::enters the lounge and orders a salad and a hot tea:: [21:29] You can never believe it, but I do. [21:29] M> ::shakes his head:: Nothing...nothing at all! [21:29] ::sets the PADD down on the table, selecting another from the small stack:: [21:29] WR> ::enters and walks towards the Captain and pauses as he gets a look at their guests:: [21:29] 5> ::stops mid-step:: Is that what this is all about? Dragging me off the bridge to *brag* about how you know what it feels like to be me? [21:30] ::in front of door:: floating gardens four, [21:30] <> [21:30] ::laughs:: that would be a waste of time. [21:30] <> [21:30] *** Alec is now known as McC|o_o| [21:30] McC|o_o| is away (seeing festivities) as of 23:30:23. [21:30] M> :she looks bakc at the Doctor:: if the link between his symbiont and his host are weak, we need to amplify those signals somehow. [21:30] ((okie :p)) [21:30] ::glances about the empty lounge and eats her salad hurriedly:: [21:30] ::watches Commander Tal for a moment before going back to his food and pulling out a PADD and reading it over:: [21:30] 5> ::hands on hips:: I very nearly DIED trying to do something I thought would save this ship. I hardly think that's funny. [21:30] ::doors open, floating gardens and a large plaza, with comfortable seats:: [21:31] ::sighs and follows Commander Tlaloco:: [21:31] No. Precisely. It's that sacrifice. I understand. not only did you nearly die, but you damaged your body. [21:32] All because you thought you were helping the ship. [21:32] WR> ::slowly approaches the group and hands the PADDs over to the Captain, a bit distracted by the Frant:: [21:32] ::nods thoughtfully at Prescot as she picks up a padd of her own [21:32] :: [21:32] ::motions for Maiko to sit on a comfortable couch:: [21:33] ::sits on one facing her:: [21:33] ::sighs, sits:: [21:33] ::Savant continues to scan and work away on the Admiral's condition. She wasn't about to let a thing like virtual impossibilities get in her way:: [21:33] ::misjudges the movement of her legs as she sits and winds up almost falling backwards off the couch:: [21:33] ::scrolls down a bit on his PADD and watches for something to come in:: [21:33] ::a woman appears, and brings two cups:: have a pulque. [21:34] ::rights herself, cursing in something that sounds oddly enough to be Braid in origin:: [21:34] ::frowns as she reads over a section of the ship's current status:: [21:34] No one understands or appreciates what you've done. [21:34] ::wipes her mouth:: +taps+ Tal to Sickbay. [21:34] and you keep going back to that moment, that last moment you were whole. [21:34] +taps+ Yes, Commander Tal? [21:35] as if somehow if you could do it over, it would be different. [21:35] WR> ::takes a different PADD as the Captain hands it to him and heads back out of the Wardroom on his next assignment. Filing reports.:: [21:35] ::takes a cup and stares at the liquid, then puts it aside:: [21:35] *** Brooks is now known as Kari [21:35] it's really quite good- try it. [21:36] ::shakes her head:: I've gone over the flight logs. There's nothing I could have done. Coronado's dive was too steep to pull out of fast enough to avoid the collision, even if I did have helm control [21:36] +taps+ I see here that the Admiral still has not recovered and that he has, in fact, gotten worse. What is the current situation? [21:36] it was a no-win situation. [21:36] M> ::Savant plucked a cortical stimulator device from a tray and adjusted its settings, placing it down carefully on Tebruns' forehead, to give her a more fine-tine control of his broad-scale neural waveform:: [21:36] M> +taps+ The doctor and I are doing what we can to stabilize the situation, Commander. [21:37] you could not have done anything differently. And yet- [21:37] ::nods:: The only thing I could have done differently was to bug-out of the second chamber. Fight in open space. But I had *orders*... [21:37] +taps+ Will he - ::chokes for a moment:: - I trust that he will be fine in Dr. Reed's capable hands. [21:37] *** Joins: Brad (garstini@ip68-3-126-58.ph.ph.cox.net) [21:37] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +o Brad [21:38] and you wonder if you should have disobeyed them? [21:38] *** Parts: Ironside (~fdeziel@24.112.23.193) [21:39] M> +taps+ Doctor Reed is a bit busy at the moment actually, Ms Tal. I'm taking control of the situation right now. [21:39] ::sighs:: Chief, it's not that easy. I'm not fleet trained. I'm a civilian. The rank - it's essentially a decoration, something to give me status and authorization to be flying this ship. [21:39] *> walks along the corridor, whistling and nodding at the crew members he passes as he heads for his office? to work on the filing:: [21:39] And I had to promise the first day I set foot on the bridge that I would obey the orders of my superiors. [21:40] ::grimaces:: +taps+ Your knowledge of such matters is - thorough. Please keep the Command and Flag Staffs informed. [21:40] but you're still haunted. You still put on your brave face. [21:41] M> +taps+ as always, Ms Tal. I am a veritable conduit of information. Out. [21:42] ::nods slowly as the channel is closed:: [21:42] I deeply admire you for that. [21:42] ::sighs:: Commander, I've been on Coronado for just over a year. In that time, I've fallen in love, lost a love, lost the ability to walk, gotten it back, thought I was going insane, been through more time mixups than Captain Kirk went through in his time, and lost not only one good friend but several comrades. [21:42] TL> ::enters the lift:: Crewman's quarters. [21:42] But the powers that be put me in charge. I have to be brave. I can't ask my junior helmspeople to do what they do if I won't meet it head on myself [21:42] *** Quits: Kari (~Kari@132.170.36.167) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [21:43] M> ::savant grinned slightly as she worked and spoke to the unconscious admiral:: Tal is a great source of amusement at times. It's so easy to provoke her paranoia. [21:43] Even if the one man out there who knows exactly what I'm going through... [21:43] M> You wouldn't believe the backstepping I had her doing today. [21:43] ::glances over at Prescot again, unaware that she is chewing on her lower lip ever so slightly in thought:: [21:44] i feel like I wear all my history on my heart. I gave the order to fire on the pirate vessel. [21:44] ::cracks his neck and finishes off his sandwhich and sets his PADD down, catching Tal's eye as she casts him a glance:: [21:45] I punched in the codes to drop its shields. [21:45] M> ::She laughed a little bit in a conversational manner,:: She thinks there's some sort of conspiracy hiding our visitors from the crew of the ship... of course, I was blocking her attempts to spy in on the meeting. She didn't much appreciate it! [21:45] ::nods slowly at Prescot as she takes a sip from her tea:: [21:46] They were going to destroy te planet, I had no choice, even if my wife and daughter were held hostage aboard. [21:47] four billion lives versus two. The good of the many... [21:47] *> ::walks along the corridor heading for his office which is actually part of his quarters:: [21:48] M> Our guests were very intersting, I'm sure once you're back with us you'll have a lot of questions. They were from the Nexus Directorate, believe it or not. [21:48] 5> ::sigh:: I'm not sure where you're going Commander, but I'm fine. Really. [21:48] ::shakes her head and heads for the exit, her salad and tea left forgotten:: [21:48] This is a hard life. You don't always have to be fine. [21:49] 5> ::looks Tlaloco right in the eye:: I've done my grieving. [21:49] That's all I'm trying to say. I resisted. It cost me so many years. You resist your feelings, you make them stronger. [21:49] One way or another, they get out. [21:50] Know you can be strong and grieve at the same time. [21:50] Q> ::enters and walks to his desk, sets down the PADDs and then walks to the replicator to make himself some raktajino:: [21:50] ::rides a TL up to the deck 1 flying bridge:: [21:51] most people mistrust me or think I'm crazy. [21:51] ::slowly rises to her feet and stands in front of Tlaloco:: [21:52] 1> ::dismisses the duty crew:: [21:52] but I've seen enough people come and go to know you're among the best. [21:52] M> They were unfortunately from their military branch so had very little to tell us about how everything works. But we learned a good deal, and hopefully we've made a friend on the inside. [21:52] ::rabbit-punches Commander Tlaloco right in the face!:: You're right, I shouldn't resist my feelings. ::ducks down on her haunches, a bit unsteady on her legs:: My feelings are my own and not the concern of you nor anyone else onboard! ::walks off in a huff!:: [21:52] and I hope I can consider you a friend. [21:53] 1> ::waits for the various crewmen and ensigns in the flying bridge to leave before sagging into the center seat at the heart of the alternate command center:: [21:53] *> ::walks as fast as she can manage down the hallway, leaving 'loco behind:: [21:53] ((loco hit a tender spot, it looks like ^_-)) [21:53] 1> ::turns on the holoviewer and brings up a tactical scematic of Xanadu:: [21:54] ::remembers punches he threw, and shakes his head sadly.:: [21:54] <> [21:54] what goes around... [21:55] M> The one that had a name is named Olmy. Yes, much like our dear Chaplain. Quite friendly as well, and surprisingly free on what he was able to tell us. [21:55] TL> ::sharply:: Bridge, Deck 9. [21:55] ::mutters while she's waiting for the turbolift to take her to the bridge:: [21:56] note to self: Keep mouth shut. [21:56] ::switches the view to that of Vulcan's Mt. Selaya at sunset:: [21:56] ::walks back out on the bridge, massaging her knuckles as she does so:: [21:56] ::grunts:: Better. [21:56] M> Charming fellow, very tall and thick, and looked as if he was extensively bioengineered. His companion was nameless - apparently his species don't use names. Nice enough, however, and a sharp wit. [21:56] on the other hand, I alwyas felt better after I'd hit someone. [21:57] ::muttering:::...damn telepaths not keeing their heads out of mine, trying to but into my business, who do they think they are... ::and so on, and so on...:: [21:57] Q> ::walks to his desk and sits, turns on his terminal and sips his raktajino as he starts to sort through the reports, making sure the Captain gets the ones he needs and filing the others:: [21:57] ::almost sits at the helm but realizes she's split one of her knuckles:: DAMMIT! [21:58] ::notices the pain:: [21:59] ::blushes, realizing she just screamed that on the fully-staffed bridge:: [21:59] Oh... um... sorry.... ::puts a hand over the broken skin and reverses course, heading back towards the turbolift:: [21:59] * Velorna_Tal leans back in the Captain's Chair and stares at the view for a long time, her thoughts more than 19 million lightyears away. [22:00] TL> ::mutters:: Sickbay. [22:00] *** Velorna_Tal is now known as Aggie [22:00] well, I guess I just lost another friend. [22:00] *> ::walks out of the turbolift, down the hall at her best speed:: [22:01] Huitzilpochtli> life is a series of losses until we lose life itself. [22:01] M> Ah, but I'm sure you'll hear more than enough about his unusual features when you wake up again. Don't you worry, Tebrun, I'm a patient program. You take your time. [22:01] Q> ::taps a few buttons and then frowns:: (w) What is tht doing here? That's supposed to go to security. ::sends it off and scratches his head:: [22:02] *** Parts: Obs_Santiago (breathless@C9-dhcp-20-52.resnet.ucsc.edu) [22:02] M> ::stalks into sickbay, casting her eye about for a dermal regenerator:: [22:02] I know, I know, and all we can control is how we feel about it. [22:02] M> ::looks up:: oh, look Tebrun, Ms D'rall [22:02] ::looks up and sees Savant:: Oh no. Don't tell me you're here to give me a counselling lecture too. [22:02] *** Parts: Prescot (tr_Vekor@wa-longview7b-248.lgvwwa.adelphia.net) [22:02] ::Doesn't see Tebrun just yet:: [22:03] M> No, I'm keeping the admiral company. you'll forgive him if he doesnt' say hello. [22:03] ::wrings hand:: Or are you here to throw me in the brig for ... ::blinks, moves forward a bit and sees the Admiral:: He's ill? [22:03] *** McC|o_o| is now known as Alec [22:03] M> ::steps back from examining records in his office:: Anything, Savant? [22:04] M> ::Savant was actually doing her best to stabilize the Admiral while the Doctor was thinking:: A little, Maiko. [22:04] M> Not a lot. You shoudl be able to see his scans... he's started to stabilize a touch. [22:04] M> ::Glances over them:: [22:05] Drinks Maiko's pulque as well:: I make no apologies for who I am. [22:05] M> ::glances at the admiral's prone form, then to Doc Reed... and suddenly a bruised and split knuckle seems rather mundane:: He's... not going to die, is he? [22:05] *** Quits: Aggie (Aggie@216.190.145.18) (Quit: "I would cut off your head, beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." -Eomer, The Two Towers) [22:06] Q> ::finishes his filing and decides to run a diagnostic on the computer's filing system:: [22:06] M> ::Savant glanced at Maiko with a somewhat worried look on her face, though her responce was far more supportive:: Of course not, Maiko, he's far too stubborn for that. [22:07] *** Quits: rev (~tlaloco@bgp595154bgs.bayber01.nj.comcast.net) (Quit: ) [22:09] M> ::looks up sharply:: Telepath. We need a telepath. [22:10] M> ::frowns:: [22:10] M> Telepaths can be hard to come by at times. [22:10] Well, you could try Commander Tlaloco. He seems to enjoy digging in people's minds. I had to teach him otherwise. ::holds up hand with bruised/bloody knuckles:: [22:10] M> I would be the first to volunteer, believe me, Tebrun, but I just don't have... er.. a brain. [22:11] M> ::Savant gets up and heads towards maiko, extending a hand towards a dermal regenreator which lept a few fet into her hand:: [22:11] M> ::spins towards Savant's hologram:: Find me a telepath! [22:12] M> What about Vulcans? I remember hearing about their mind melds when I was growing up. I even heard T'Lara used one once.... [22:12] Q> ::leans back in his chair and lets out a yawn as he waits fot it to finish:: [22:12] M> ::Savant was surprisingly collected, though her tone was bristling a little as she mended Maiko's split knuckle:: There's no need to state the obvious to me, Doctor Reed. I've been on it for several thousand cycles now. [22:14] M> ::winces slightly as the skin is re-knit, the cuts slowly disappearing:: [22:14] M> ::holds his head in his hands:: [22:14] M> What's causing this, damnit? [22:15] M> ::looks at everyone assembled:: If you don't find a telepath... he'll die, won't he. [22:16] M> ::she sets the regenerator aside and pats MAiko's newly mended hand, resuming her place by the Admiral:: I would assume that it has to do with some entitty that has a specific interest in Tebrun. The watchers, perhaps. [22:16] M> ::looks up at Maiko:: that sort of attitude won't solve our problem. [22:17] M> Sorry, it's just... well, he's something of a legend to us I suppose. By that I mean my people... [22:18] M> ::Savant looked down at the Admiral and placed a hand over his again:: He's just a man, Maiko. At times, a very troubled one. [22:19] M> ::scowls:: I just don't have the information to beat this. [22:19] Q> ::sits up as the computer beeps and looks over the findings as he sips his coffee:: (m) Hmmm...seems there's a problem... [22:20] M> Perhaps we should be dampening his neurotransmitter inhibitor chemicals instead of just amplifying the level of his neurotransmitters. [22:20] M> ::understands what Savant feels to some extent, having in a ways gone through it herself now:: He'll make it. Someone has to be able to help him. Maybe the Taer... [22:20] Q> I wonder if Savant's aware of it? ::taps a few more buttons, trying to locate the glitch in the program:: [22:21] M> ::shakes his head:: The symbiont and the host have stopped communicating. Dampening the neurotransmitter levels would only destroy their odds of survival even further. [22:21] M> I said dampen the neurotransmitter inhibitor chemicals.. GADA, primarily. [22:21] M> ::considers:: Savant...I assume you know the Trill policy in situations wherein the symbiont is threatened... [22:22] M> . . . I know them quite clearly. [22:22] M> ::considers:: We could try that, but the interference isn't coming from them as far as I've been able to deduce. ::tries it anyway:: [22:22] M> ::looks between the two:: What policy? [22:23] M> When the life of a host is in jeaopardy, the policy is to remove the symbiont and donate it to a new host... killing the old. [22:23] Q> +taps+ a concern, sir? [22:24] M> . . . I don't think we need to concern ourselves with that option just yet. [22:25] M> He's 19 million light years from home... are there any even... hosts? [22:25] M> I could find one, I'm sure. [22:25] Q> ::jumps slightly and then smiles:: Yes Savant. I was just wondering if you were aware of a glitch in the computer's filing system? ::seems to be talking to thin air but knows she can hear him:: [22:25] Q> What glitche might that be? [22:26] M> ::sighs inwardly - T'Lara's death 2 years ago, and now here lay another important figure in Reor'san history, dying:: [22:26] Q> Well, it seems to be sending some files that are meant for other departments to my station for some reason. I found one as I was sorting. [22:27] M> ::shakes his head:: No effect, Savant. No damn effect! [22:27] M> ::She went deadpan a moment before murmuring, :: I would appreciate a more positive attitude, please. He can hear you, you know. [22:27] Q> Really? That's very unusual. You're sure that you aren't in the header? [22:28] Q> ::checks the file again to make sure:: Nope. It just routed it wrong for some reason. [22:29] Q> ::Does some re-routing:: I'm stunned that was happening. I haven't looked at the intraship mailing system in awhile. [22:29] M> I don't suppose Alicia has any advice... or maybe the Library... [22:30] M> No, unfortunately nothing. [22:30] Q> ::shrugs:: It happens sometimes. Just thought you'd want to know. [22:30] Q> Thank you! I won't let it happen again. [22:32] Q> ::chuckles:: If you do I'll be sure and let you know. ::finishes his coffee and stands, turning off his terminal and pausing as he hears something in her voice:: Is...everything alright? [22:33] Q> Difficulties in medical bay, that's all. I'm sure that things will be smoothed over soon. [22:33] Q> Alright. Let me know if you need anything. [22:34] Q> Thank you very much, I'll be sure to keep you in mind. [22:38] M> You don't suppose... maybe if he did die, whatever's messing with him would give up, do you? [22:38] Q> I'm going to 7th Heaven for a while. I'll be there if you need me. ::quickly walks to the bedroom and changes before heading out of his quarters and then a strange thought hits him:: ((Can she actually see that??)) [22:39] <> [22:39] ((she can see anything that the ship's sensors can ^_-)) [22:40] <> [22:40] ((you aren't the first ^_-)) [22:40] M> Well, if he were dead then obviously their job is done, yes? [22:41] *> ::blushes at the thought as he walks to a lift and presses the call button:: [22:41] M> ::nods:: That's what I was thinking... I mean, I'm not saying he sohuld die, but... well, it'd stop it at least. [22:43] M> I'd rahter find an alternative solution, myself. [22:44] M> ::exhales:: If one even exists. [22:44] M> ::shrugs:: Could the holodeck be used in some way? [22:44] M> I've heard and seen all kinds of miracles with that... [22:44] M> ::She scowls a bit and shakes her head, turning back to the admiral:: [22:46] TL> ::steps inside:: 7th Heaven. [22:46] M> Sorry I can't do more to help. ::looks genuinely sad:: [22:47] M> ::turns to Savant:: In all the people who have come through, not one of them is a Tril physiology expert? [22:47] M> It's all right Maiko. If you're going to talk like that, though, I'd appreciate it if you did so out of Tebrun's earshot. [22:47] M> I'm probably as close as you get to an expert on Trill physiology. [22:49] M> ::shrugs:: With you and Doc Reed working on the problem, I know he'll pull through. If the Doc can get me to walk and you can straighten out my insides, you'll bring him back. ::gives the two a confident smile, then leaves sickbay:: [22:50] ::She smiled a bit:: positive thinking makes all of the difference. [22:50] *> ::wanders down the hall towards the turbolift:: [22:51] TL> Main Br... ::pauses:: [22:51] < ?>> [22:52] TL> ::to herself:: No, Ed can handle being landed I think. ::sad smile:: Sometimes being chief is good. Deck 7. [22:52] <<::shrugs:: If everyone else is>> [22:52] ((I am ^_^)) [22:52] <> [22:53] **sim end** [22:53] << sim end >> [22:53] ((sim end)) [22:53] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim's over for this week; time to relax! =-= Three-time winner of UCIP's Bergen Award for excellence in simming!' [22:53] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m