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Post by Nola on Aug 27, 2018 18:56:53 GMT
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--- Mission Orders<IncomingComm> <OrigSFHQ> <Dest70730> <SecLev9> Commander sh'Hruvek The Chiron is ordered to the Typhon Expanse, where it will survey an unknown sector in our ongoing exploration of the deeper parts of the region. The USS Valletta is also in the area and will provide any support necessary. As you may know, Starfleet's exploration of the Expanse has been a long-term endeavor, but we now have over 80% of the field mapped and catalogued. The outer reaches have been a popular haven for smugglers for decades, so there is a danger beyond the unknown. Stay sharp, Commander. The specifics of your survey schedule are attached. Admiral Ursula Gabbert Beta Cent-Com <EndComm> <CopiedToArchive>
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Post by Shawna on Aug 30, 2018 1:31:02 GMT
SD 11808.30
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: While Captain Sumner is away, we're getting back to our roots in some good old-fashioned exploring. We'll be heading into the lesser known regions of the Typhon Expanse for surveying. NAV: Pull up what maps there are around the sector we're going to. I'd like to know if there's anything of note we'll be flying near or even into. I'll need you to stay sharp while we traverse the unknown. OPS: I'm going to need a lot of power to the sensors. Work with Hamlet to make sure he's got all he needs. And say hello to the Valletta when we're in range. I'm sure we're going to get along just fine with room to breathe. CSO: It's your time to shine. Get as many of the science team as is reasonable on stellar cartography, keep the sensors crisp, man the probes in case we find something shiny to probe. CTO: We don't know what's out here, but reports say we've got smugglers at the very least in the area hiding out, so we could run into some unfriendly folks. CMO/MED: Lieutenant, Cadet, we're not anticipating any battles or casualties. This might be a good chance to catch up on housekeeping and tracking down people for evals and checkups while the sailing's smooth.
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Post by Shawna on Sept 6, 2018 17:34:40 GMT
SD 11809.06 TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303 ALL: Our orders are to delve into sector 429. This one might have a few tricks up its sleeves, so I need everyone to stay sharp. CSO: Hamlet, part of what makes this tricky is because of a rear-end load of cosmic radiation and exotic particles--just up your alley. Be on the lookout for any potentially unnatural sources of radiation. CTO: Trev, we've got unconfirmed reports of a ship in the area, something that's there one moment and gone the next. It could just be sensor ghosts, but Captain Kla has specifically suggested that may not be the case. Either way, we'll want to keep an eye out for that and confirm or deny the existence of another ship if we can.
OPS: We're heading into an area full of radiation. Our shields can take a lot of the heat, but we're still going to have to leave the area when we need to clear the buildup. With Hamlet and Marcus focused on other things, I want you to be my eyes on this. Let me know especially if anything starts playing with our systems. After our last few missions, I've come to the conclusion that I don't like surprises. NAV: Let's take this nice and steady and keep to a standard grid pattern. Depending on how harsh the radiation in the area is, we may have to duck out of the sector several times. OPS will let you know when we need to turn around, and rely on CSO's directions in case we need to stop to examine something in finer detail. CMO/MED: We're heading into an area full of exotic particles and radiation. Our shields should be able to handle it, but if anyone starts coming down with odd symptoms, even if not related to any radiation exposure, I'd like a heads up.
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Post by Shawna on Sept 20, 2018 9:17:21 GMT
SD 11809.20
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: This old ship is an exciting opportunity for discovery, but I still want us to have a decent amount of caution about us. We don't know where this came from or who it belonged (or belongs) to. OPS: I believe we have about two hours to play with before radiation forces us out. Keep keeping track. This ship seems to be the source of the exotic particles in this area, and probably the radiation to boot, so I expect some spikes. CSO: I'm sure I don't have to tell you that I want to know everything. Work with Trevanion. I want to know what it's made of; I want to know if its singularity core is going to pose a problem in our immediate future; I want to know what it's doing out here, though I'll still be satisfied if we don't figure that one out. We can leave a probe or two behind when we have to go for the radiation and pick them back up later. CTO: Same as with Hamlet. Find out anything we can about this ship short of trying to board the thing, including weapons capabilities if possible. That nose is certainly fun to look at, but it'd be inefficient if all it had to protect itself was just ramming. CMO: It's too early to really do anything but speculate, especially if we can't meet these people or examine any remains, but with the design of the ship and whatever information we continue to gather, we might be able to, well, speculate about who these people are or were.
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Post by Shawna on Oct 4, 2018 17:08:35 GMT
SD 11810.04
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
CSO/CMO: Update post-haste. Let me know when we're ready to try serenading this ship. NAV: Keep us within this calm field of no gravitational disturbance. We don't need any to mess up our results or accidentally tear us apart while we're sitting here. See if it's some kind of shielding technology or something about the ship itself that's keeping the worst away. OPS: We'll send the data packet of Fed standard info first to get that out of the way before our symphony. I don't anticipate it'll respond, but best to open with that first.
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Post by Shawna on Oct 11, 2018 1:21:24 GMT
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SD [insufficient data]
TO: Senior Staff, USS [error: data corrupted and unreadable] FROM: Commander [error: data corrupted and unreadable], XO USS [error: data corrupted and unreadable]
ALL: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] CSO: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] CTO: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] CMO: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] MED: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] OPS: [error: data corrupted and unreadable] NAV: [error: data corrupted and unreadable]
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Post by Shawna on Oct 18, 2018 17:51:01 GMT
SD 11810.18
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: Make sure to pop down to sickbay for initial radiation treatment if you haven't already. NAV: Bring us to full stop once we're out of the sector and in friendlier, less irradiated space. OPS: Hail the Valletta, if she's in range. Failing that, get a line to DS4. Hopefully their time playing with sensor ghosts was much less interesting. CSO: Assist engineering from the bridge in purging the systems and clearing the buildup of radiation. We shouldn't, but let me know if we need an assist with decon. Also...just...help me out in figuring out how to report our findings? CTO: I don't want to make assumptions about how safe we may or may not be. Suggest staying at yellow alert until we've got our bearings. CMO/MED: I know you're both swamped. Keep up the good work. Let me know if anyone actually begins to come down with any symptoms.
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Post by Shawna on Oct 25, 2018 0:38:22 GMT
SD 11810.25
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
NAV: Head for the distress signal, but...let's do it carefully. Stick to some of the larger rocks. Be a little more circuitous. I don't want to just jump out into the open in the middle of what's probably a trap. OPS: Keep comms silent until we're sure of what we find. In fact, let's run as silent as we can. I know that's a hard order given what engineering has to do, and I don't want to get caught with our shields down if this is a trap, but dial back non-essential power. CSO: Eyes sharp. This field will play havoc with our sensors, but it can't be as bad as what we just had to navigate through. CTO: One (or more) invisible rogue 31 ships don't endear me to this place. I know you'll be more alert than ever. CMO/MED: We may have incoming casualties from a damaged ship; you'll be alerted if we start having to beam anyone over.
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Post by Nola on Oct 25, 2018 2:43:42 GMT
The Maddox
Commander Sandoval stepped in the disused lounge of the Maddox, long converted into storage space. Crates that once held spare components like phaser coils and emitters stood mostly empty, steadily depleted by the nature of the Maddox's mission. People didn't really come in here any more, making it the quietest area of the ship, and thus Captain Carmack's preferred retreat.
Sandoval wound her way down a makeshift corridor of mismatched cases and lockers, pausing only briefly before clambering over the low wall that Carmack had made to make it clear he didn't want to be disturbed. He sat before in a plush chair, staring out of the massive window at a brilliant view of the Expanse. A small table sat next to him, bearing his glass, a nearly-empty bottle of vodka from his private reserve (perhaps the last dregs of alcohol on the ship), and the little model of the Apollo lander that usually sat on his ready room desk.
"Who's there?" Carmack called, apparently unwilling to turn his head the little bit required to see. To be fair, the Expanse really was beautiful.
"Sandoval, sir," said the XO. "I've got the damage report."
"Mm," mumbled Carmack. He was slumped deep into his seat, a posture Sandoval knew too well.
"I guess it can wait," she offered, turning to clamber back over.
"Pull up a seat," said Carmack. Sandoval didn't need to look to know there wasn't another chair, but she did anyway. Predictably disappointed, she grabbed a crate and dragged it over by the table, sitting heavily with an involuntary groan.
"Wanna sip?" slurred Carmack.
"Thank you, sir, but no," Sandoval replied.
"You're just determined not to cut loose, aren't ya?" Carmack accused. "The consummate, joyless professional."
"I figure at least one of us needs to be," Sandoval replied. Carmack snickered at his own expense.
"Fair," he acknowledged. "Needs to be a clear choice to replace me when Black relieves me."
"He's not gonna bench you, Morris," Sandoval assured.
"Nah, he will," Carmack argued, nudging his glass against the bottle. "Soon as this stuff runs out, I'm fucked."
Sandoval tried to find a way to dispute that, but she knew she couldn't. The Captain's drinking had been an issue for the past few months, ever since Kallas had died. Sandoval had suspected the Captain was having a relationship with him, and her suspicion had been confirmed in the worst way.
The decision to follow Captain Carmack during the split had been the most difficult event of Sandoval's still-young life. Watching Carmack's steady decline was a close second.
"Well, uh," mumbled Sandoval. "Do you have any orders you want me to follow if he does?"
Carmack thought for a moment, lips contorted in brief consternation. Finally he looked over at her, the glaze in his eyes readily apparent, and he gave a huff before looking back to the Expanse.
"You know what you're doin'," he said. "I, uh, I know I probably haven't said it enough, Sandy, but you're a good officer."
Sandoval lowered her head and closed her eyes, not prepared for this particular speech.
"Probably the finest First Officer I ever had," Carmack continued. "You deserved a better Captain, but I know you'll be all the things I wasn't."
"You're not dying, Morris," said Sandoval, taking a steadying breath. "You're grieving. It'll take some time, but you'll be okay, and the chair will be yours again."
Carmack had started shaking his head before she finished, but he didn't say anything. The moments passed, and Sandoval thought to leave - there was still plenty that needed to doing, repairs to coordinate, decisions to make. She couldn't shake the feeling that Carmack needed her here, however. Needed somebody here.
The moments drifted by, and Sandoval, needing something to keep herself centered, carefully picked up the LEM model. It was about the size of her fist, every bit as detailed as the simulations at the Academy. The Lunar Command Module even had a working hatch, revealing an accurately detailed interior. Carmack had a fondness for the Apollo program, and he'd made sure to educate her about it at every opportunity. She briefly considered continuing the tradition with whoever would become her acting XO, but it was doubtful she could recall enough of it to do so. They'd been out here a long time - recall was in short supply for everybody.
"Did I tell you the story about Armstrong bein' picked for the Gemini missions?" Carmack asked, breaking the silence.
"Possibly, but tell it again," offered Sandoval.
"Been thinkin' about it for a while," he said. "Part of it, anyway. During an interview, they asked him why he thought space travel was important. They wanted to know if he had the right view of the mission. And he said that, uh, that it was important for humanity to gain a new perspective, to see things they hadn't seen before."
"Well, we certainly got that," Sandoval observed.
"m'Not so sure," said Carmack, drawing a frown from Sandoval. "I mean, maybe for a bit, in those early days. Then we kept goin', and we sent out our probes and set up our colonies, and then Cochrane discovered warp drive, and we finally got what we were lookin' for. We met other species. We answered the great question of whether we were alone in the universe. And you know what we found then?"
"What's that?" asked Sandoval, brow furrowed.
"Just more humanity," lamented Cormack. "Just, the same shit we'd been dealin' with for centuries, just with different markings. Blue humans, gray humans, scaly and furry humans, all bickering and jockeying for control of their own little pockets of the galaxy. And now here we are, doin' what we're best at: War. Violence. Killin'."
Sandoval folded her arms, chewing her lip in thought.
"You think if Armstrong knew what we were doin' now, he'd've been so eager to sign up?" he asked. Sandoval didn't have an answer. She only barely knew who Neil Armstrong was, and that was before accounting the exhaustion. Still, she imagined the scene Carmack had described, tried to put herself in his shoes.
"Doesn't matter, I guess," he decided. "Just ramblin'. I'm sure there's shit needs takin' care of. Thanks for hearin' me out, Sandy."
Sandoval took that as her cue to leave. She hadn't given him the report, but as he'd all but admitted she was in charge now, she didn't see the point. She'd still be the one who had to sort it out.
She set the model back on the table and stood, her back popping in protest. She stared out the window a moment longer before turning to leave, but she hesitated as she got to the crates.
"I think," she started, measuring her words carefully, "that we came out here and found exactly what we were looking for."
"Yeah? Whassat?" Carmack slurred. Sandoval looked back at him, at the dregs in the bottle and the model of the tin can that Armstrong and company had willingly climbed into to ride a controlled explosion into space.
"Ourselves," she said softly. She didn't wait for his reply before climbing over the crates and making her way for the exit. Her combadge chirped just as the doors closed behind her.
"Orix to Sandoval," called the Maddox's CTO.
"Go ahead."
"We've got the Chiron on sensors."
Sandoval resisted the urge to look back towards the lounge, already moving for the turbolift.
"On my way."
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Post by Einar on Oct 25, 2018 8:01:11 GMT
wow
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Post by Shawna on Nov 8, 2018 10:27:47 GMT
SD 11811.08
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: Since our unwelcome guest decided not to make any moves, we're towing the Valletta. Hopefully the miracle workers at DS4 can do something with her if she doesn't fall all to pieces along the way. Let's still be on our guard--we know they were out there, and they know that we know. In the hopefully short meantime, make the Valletta crew as welcome as possible. CSO: We'll still have to report on our findings with the extra-galactic ship once we have this settled, of course. I'm not looking forward to either of these updates. Maybe we can figure out why that ship was just sitting there staring us down and nothing else meantime. CTO: Sort through reports after Seleyan Sun, see if we can't figure out which ship this is, if it's one that slipped away during the fighting, or if there have been any other reports about a rogue New Orleans running around. OPS: Update me on engineering's status with the radiation. Hail DS4 when we're in range and let them know the...situation. NAV: I trust your steady hand. Just keep an eye on Valletta. CMO/MED: I'm sure you've got your hands full checking over Valletta's crew. Keep doing what you guys do best.
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Post by Shawna on Nov 22, 2018 13:37:37 GMT
SD 11811.22
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Comander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO US Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: Enjoy time at DS4 while we've got it. Once repairs and debriefings are done, I imagine we'll either be joining the hunt for our mystery ship, or going back to our OTHER mystery ship to figure out if anything can be done for it and it's singularity drive. We still have a lot of mysteries about it that are unclear. And I really need to stop using the word 'mystery' in this briefing.
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Post by Shawna on Dec 6, 2018 19:02:36 GMT
SD 11812.06
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
ALL: It's entirely possible our mystery ship has woken up. And we have to be prepared with what to do about that if that's the case. We may even try communicating with it again. NAV/TAC: Keep on this course and we'll find whatever we find. If it's moved, stay on the lookout. I really want to think a ship that weird and that huge wouldn't be hard to track down, but space is big like that. CSO: We've done our barrage of scans, but maybe with less exotic particles and radiation to play with them, we'll get something a little more concrete. Failing that, I'm sure you've got some creative ideas about analyzing that hull and the whole structure that don't rely on trying to board it.
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Post by Shawna on Dec 13, 2018 18:19:01 GMT
SD 11812.13
TO: Senior Staff, USS Chiron NCC-77303 FROM: Commander Raqiin sh'Hruvek, XO USS Chiron NCC-77303
NAV: Keep us within the ship's...void...field, space thing. Prep evasive maneuvers around it in case we end up playing some cat and mouse with our coming guest. OPS: If we can work out what's missing from this message to properly decode it, that'll go a long way in understanding. Let me know if you have any more epiphanies, and I'll do the same. CSO: You and Evans are doing good work, but if we want to try and unravel these mysteries before we get potentially bombarded, we might need a little more here. Maybe communication through sound again, or...a way to peek inside this giant brain of a ship... CTO: I know I sounded crazy, but I'm not going to leave this entirely up to chance and whim. Red alert. They might try to pull their vanishing act on us if they've scrubbed themselves down, so we'll just have to counteract that if they do. CMO: You and Hamlet keep working at this neural network the ship is, but keep an eye out on the rest of us. In case the ship does something else...strange and inexplicable.
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