Sky Harbor Aegis | 9 June 2017

[Chirakis 1]

=/\= Aegis Mission Brief 6/9/17 10:02 PM=/\=
30 March 2388 - Stardate 2388.089

TBS is 2 hours. The time is 1000 hours (10:00 am) Aegis local.
The Droid ship is still stationary 2 LY from Aegis, posing no threat.  
Lawliet and Tarisa are monitoring the area above TKR-117.  
The station is as quiet as a station can get when not under alert.

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Jylliene: ::CnC, ops::
Dacia Sandero: ::in sickbay tending to things::
Tarisa: ::On the CnC, watching the console screen.::
Chirakis: ::CnC, checking tactical status, then looking into reports:::
mimipavilion: ::in medical::
Alexis McFarland: ::with Miana and Annisha::
Annisha: :: Where she is at ::
Lawliet: ::sitting next to Tarisa monitoring TKR-117::
KelsaViegnor: ::shop, using her pad to figure out a new arrangement for the shop that would allow displays for the new products::
Kallah Ramson: ::getting caught up on all that paperwork they don't really expect you to do while at alert. Boy, it sure had piled up::
Alexis McFarland: I got us some ice cream cones. ::hands a chocolate dipped ice cream to Miana and Annisha::
Jylliene: ((Because we are aaaalways at alert))
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne was on tactical ::
Scott Coleridge: ::CnC, working away at a few different tasks while he has the chance::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> You know Kelsa, we could do a theme each week or two
Chirakis: ::relaxing at her station, paging through things, signing, passing them on, and one of them regards Gila Orrak:::
Tarisa: Miana> Thanks! ::Sniffs it lightly before taking a lick.:: Mmmm....yummy!
KelsaViegnor: A theme?
Alexis McFarland: ::giggles:: Yummies! ::licks her ice cream::
Chirakis: ::sending a text to Lt Garand, who is standing duty by the lift:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Flowers of Betazed, Pines of Kelvas II
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> I have been reading a lot of material on Federation worlds...very...varied and complicated.
Chirakis: ::the text says that Gila Orrak is cleared for review, beginning with the standard Federation exams:::
KelsaViegnor: Well, we could certainly feature different ones every so often, but I do not want to end up with an overstock of any particular scent.
Chirakis: ::after which she will stand before the board for her oral boards:::
Alexis McFarland: Who were those people you ordered, Annisha?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne spent his time watching the space around 117 and that ship. Soon he would set up a task to track it without his constant gaze ::
KelsaViegnor: But more prominently displaying a particular range of scents... that could work.
Tarisa: Miana> ::Ears perk up.::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> How about the real thing and then our scent.. compare the difference.
Chirakis: ::and that, as security training officer, he is to notify her, complete the paperwork, and monitor her progress throughout the examination cycle::
Chirakis: ::ah, the perks of command - passing things on to the underlings:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Do we have anything that smells like Kennar?
KelsaViegnor: Hmm... for certain things, yes; obtaining all of those samples of fresh flowers and other delicate items could be more costly than it would be worth for the comparison
KelsaViegnor: Kennar?
Lawliet: ::looking through the sensor logs over the past few hours::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> The most popular and disturbing drink on Cardassia.
Jylliene: ::scroll, scroll, scroll through the reports... looks okay...::
KelsaViegnor: ...disturbing?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> It's not a taste for everyone.
KelsaViegnor: Ah.
mimipavilion: ::finishes up next week's work schedule::
Annisha: :: With her friends ::
KelsaViegnor: Well, as is true of many regional beverages.
Kallah Ramson: ACTION> The faint signal in orbit of TKR-117 suddenly goes dark. At about the same time the Droid ship begins to move again, heading back along the route it came from.
Alexis McFarland: ::snuggles Miana::
Chirakis: Lt Garand> ::his padd pings, he reads through, and calls for relief:::
Tarisa: ::Perks up::  I lost the signal from the planet.
Jylliene: ::hears the beeps from several consoles in the CnC::
Chirakis: ::looks up at the tactical alert:::
mimipavilion: ::sits back in her seat and rubs her eyes::
Kallah Ramson: ::Looks up from her work::
Chirakis: ::blanks her screen and stands:: Commander Cayne, report.
Scott Coleridge: Yay. ::not a yay voice::
Lawliet: Run a diagnostic.
Tarisa: The droid ship is now on the move.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne zoomed into the 117 zone :: The signal in orbit of 117 had faded.
Lawliet: What? ::looks at the monitors::
Chirakis: Faded?
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> :: thinks :: I'll see if someone has it on the station and get you glass...and a chair.
Tarisa: ::Zooms in on the location of the mystery ship.:: Scanning for subspace particles. Perhaps they slipped into subspace.
Chirakis: ::looks to Lawliet as well:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Cayne :: It is gone now.. scanning the area more intently.....still nothing.
KelsaViegnor: I have a chair right here. I may decide to sit on the floor, though.
Kallah Ramson: Keep scanning that area. Tac, have a recon flight make a quick survey.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye
Lawliet: The moment we lose contact of the signal from 117, our Droid friends move.
Kallah Ramson: Perhaps they're done with us, for now.
Chirakis: Perhaps.
Chirakis: If they were a threat our subspace alert would be... alerting us.
Kallah Ramson: ...or got what they wanted.::looks down at her console for a moment::
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: On the deck of the shuttles, sees the Nei'rrh towards the back ::
Kallah Ramson: ::looks back up:: Give me a full report once the recon has finished their scans.
Kallah Ramson: ::closes out of her station::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Understood
mimipavilion: ::sighs, gets up and exits her office::
Jylliene: ::continues monitoring flight paths, supply requests, and so on, glad for some degree of normalcy, for as long as it lasts::
Tarisa: ::Scans using different spectrum bands, hoping to catch anything.::
Chirakis: ::stands staring at the screen for a few minutes more:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Wait until you try it. My fath- :: frowns :: drank it all of the time..
Kallah Ramson: ::walks over to the main viewer, still showing all the local scans and intel from the sector::
KelsaViegnor: What is it like?
Lawliet: ::thinks for a moment:: Tarisa, can you allocate the time differential between the loss of contact over 117 and the movement of the Droid ship?
mimipavilion: ::walks around making sure things are in order::
Tarisa: ::Nods, tapping at the console. Her tail was flailing about as she worked.::
Scott Coleridge: ::seeing that everyone else has the situation in hand, resumes work on reviewing several proposals that need his approval::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> It's...
Chirakis: ::checking the time elapsed:::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Has a multitude of flavors as you drink it.
Kallah Ramson: ::holds up a hand and runs it along a thin strip of space shown on the viewer that looks completely....boring. No Alliance activity nor Treevians.::
KelsaViegnor: ::nods::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Recon is coming into range in a few minutes
Lawliet: ::looking through the sensor logs to determine if there was any abnormality prior to the loss of contact::
Alexis McFarland: ::finishes her cone:: mmm..
Chirakis: ::contemplates her move:::
Annisha: This does not seem like a morning thing.. :: licks ::
Kallah Ramson: Good. ::turns and moves back towards the center of the CnC::
Chirakis: ::looks to Ramson at that remark::
Tarisa: Miana> ::Finishes.:: But it was still good.
Alexis McFarland: ::wipes her mouth with a napkin:: No? It's always time for ice cream.
Lawliet: ::to Tarisa:: Have anything on the time differential?
Chirakis: :::she is expecting the worst, especially because it seems to be too easy::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: They are reporting nothing of significance yet.
Alexis McFarland: PLus they were on sale
Tarisa: ::Shakes head.:: Nothing yet.
mimipavilion: ::comes up to Dacia:: How are things doing out here?
Chirakis: ::musing:: Perhaps whatever was in orbit of TKR-117 was nothing at all, and merely a way point for communication.
Chirakis: And.. they have been recalled? ::staring at the screen:::
Lawliet: ::brings up the telemetry and looks through the timestamps of both incidents::
Dacia Sandero: Things are progressing nicely. It's a pretty quiet day so far.
Tarisa: ::Ear twitches.::
Scott Coleridge: If the droid cores make a move against us, it might not be something we anticipate or even interpret as an assault at first.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Or dropped to stealth.
KelsaViegnor: ::ponders:: What kind of flavors do you recall from it?
Chirakis: ::turns to Scott:: Would the defense grid not respond to that type of attack?
Chirakis: ::eyebrow to Cayne:::
mimipavilion: Good. Trying not to jinx us or anything us, but how long will the quiet last.
Scott Coleridge: Depends on the type of attack. The cores are so alien that what they might perceive as an attack could be very different from our definition of attack.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Well it starts out thicker for more recent vintages, then thins as it ages.. the flavors start to separate too... sugary, a bit flowery
Chirakis: ::as a precaution, she turns to Lt Garand and nods, then he notifies security to take their alert stations, as though they were having a drill, but to maintain it until stand down:::
Kallah Ramson: The Alliance wanted us destroyed. The Droids seem to want our cooperation, willingly or not. I do not expect a military campaign against us from them at this time.
Jylliene: ::mostly to herself:: We could work ourselves up so much anticipating an attack from them that we're exhausted if it does come, or overreact to a friendly or neutral approach.
Dacia Sandero: Hope so. I'll take what I can get
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: The price of peace is eternal vigilance.
mimipavilion: ::nods:: Agreed
Chirakis: ::semi-smile at Jylliene::: Correct, Commander.
Kallah Ramson: ::Scott:: Everything made secure with the computers?
Chirakis: :;recalls her conversation with d'Ka, and is glad to have been reminded:::
Scott Coleridge: As secure as they can be.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Recon is not reporting anything in that area on their sensors.
Lawliet: ::panel beeps:: Here we go. It looks like the signal over 117 disappeared less than .8 seconds prior to the Droid ship moving.
Kallah Ramson: ::Cayne:: Have them make one more pass then return to base.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Aye..
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Kelsa, you don't strike me as a drinker though
Kallah Ramson: Make sure to send the Droid ship's last known vector to the Romulan scout fleet.
KelsaViegnor: ::half-grin:: I enjoy an occasional drink.
Nijil tr'Korjata: :: Looks over the shuttle ::
Chirakis: ::steps back to stand next to Lt Garand, speaking quietly:: Give them ten minutes more at their stations, and if nothing happens, stand down.
Chirakis: Garand> Aye, Captain.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: Additional data coming in, but will need more detailed analysis.
Chirakis: ::returns to her station, but remains standing:::
KelsaViegnor: When one is used to being in command, one learns time and place - or does not stay in command long.
mimipavilion: ::continues her rounds::
Chirakis: ::then sits to resume her duties::
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: :: reads her padd ::
Lawliet: ::checks the Droid ship's trajectory::
Kallah Ramson: Ops, send word to the shipyard. I want the mission pod on the Aegean fitted for a science recon mission.
Jylliene: ::nods:: Yes ma'am.
Tarisa: ::Perks up curiously.::
Chirakis: ::stands slowly, eyeing Ramson:::
Jylliene: ::makes out the notice, then sends it onward to Jorahl::
Jylliene: And...sent.
Kallah Ramson: Thank you.
Jylliene: My pleasure.
Chirakis: :::more than curious:::
Jylliene: ::Almost misses having Jorahl around the station. Kind of. Almost.::
Kallah Ramson: (just cause you can't see him doesn't mean he's not watching you )
Chirakis: ::reminding herself that she is no longer in command:::
Jylliene: ((Where Jorahl is concerned, that goes without saying))
Tarisa: ((::shivers::))
Chirakis: (Why they call him "The Reaper")
mimipavilion: ::stops near the tl and thinks for a moment:: Dacia, you have medical. I'll be on the CnC.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> Perhaps kanar is not a good scent...
Chirakis: Garand> ::signals stand down:::
Dacia Sandero: Aye, understood
mimipavilion: ::enters the tl and orders it to the CnC::
Alexis McFarland: ::Snuggles Miana::
KelsaViegnor: When I am able to try some, I may find inspiration for a scent, even if not one that covers the entirety of the drink.
Annisha: :: Looks at Alexis :: Mmm
Chirakis: ::still watching Ramson, curious:::
Alexis McFarland: Mm?
Chirakis: 10:50 PM
mimipavilion: ::arrives on CnC::
Chirakis: ::turns at the sound of the lift:::
Kallah Ramson: ::sees Mimi arrive::
Jylliene: ::nods to Mimi::
mimipavilion: ::nods to the bridge crew::
Alexis McFarland: Where are we going now?
Tarisa: Miana> ::Purrs and shrugs.::
Lawliet: ::to Tarisa:: Is there any indication that the droid ship was in contact with signal that was orbiting 117?
Chirakis: 10:55 PM
mimipavilion: ::listens to what's going on::
Chirakis: ::steps toward Mimi:: It's been an interesting day, Commander.
mimipavilion: Indeed it has Captain.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Sending the recon data to processing...
Jylliene: ::murmurs:: And it's not even halfway through shift yet.
Chirakis: ::mimi:: The droid ship is gone, as is the signal from whatever was orbiting - or not orbiting - TKR-117.
Jylliene: ::console beeps:: Captain. Signal from Starfleet command. Private for you.
Cdr Wyatt Cayne: Gila> How about a nervous scent for someone taking all of these exams?
mimipavilion: Ah, i see.
KelsaViegnor: ::smiles:: I may have something for that.
Chirakis: Curiouser and curiouser, I believe is the phrase.
Kallah Ramson: ::turns towards her office as if she knew that was coming::: I'll take it in my office.
mimipavilion: ::nods::
Jylliene: ::nods and patches it through::
Chirakis: 10:58 PM
Kallah Ramson: ::enters her office::
Kallah Ramson: ::sets privacy mode as the door closes::
Chirakis: ::deep breath, still speaking to Mimi:: If there were any medication for this, I would request a well-aged Romulan ale. ::slight smile::
Chirakis: At this point, I believe it would be the only cure for such a day.
mimipavilion: ::smiles:: Agreed. If it were readily available
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\=
Chirakis: 6/9/17
Chirakis: Thank you.
Chirakis: TBS, Captain?
Kallah Ramson: 3 hours
Chirakis: 3 hours it is. Comments for the crew?
Kallah Ramson: None
Chirakis: Questions or comments from the crew?
Chirakis: I am assuming this will be a very long chat with whomever?
Chirakis: 3 hours?
Kallah Ramson: Probably so.
Chirakis: Very well..
Chirakis: Crew dismissed. Be well. Be Safe. Don’t forget your towel.