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(21:20:20) CO_Capt_Harper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:22) CO_Capt_Harper: BEGIN SIM
(21:20:23) CO_Capt_Harper: BEGIN SIM
(21:22:08) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: looks through a window at Atlantis, wondering when they will be able to get underway again. He stands there for a while, thinking and wondering ::
(21:22:41) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::is lying on his cot, eyes awake::
(21:23:52) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: in her quarters, using the continuous free time to review scientific journals ::
(21:24:17) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Hasn't really left the bridge since they've been docked; only doing so to satisfy biological imperatives, finding the quiet of the powered down core unsettling.::
(21:25:23) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *SCI*: Morsby to TLira, do you read me?
(21:25:47) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: blinks :: *AUX* T'Lira here. How may I assist you?
(21:26:27) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: having exhausted enough time aboard Atlantis, finds himself inspecting one of the taverns aboard Vinland from a barstool ::
(21:26:37) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *SCI*: Are there any assignments you require my assistance with, I'm rather bored just sitting here.
(21:27:25) SCI_Lt_TLira: *AUX* At the moment, there are no ongoing projects that I am aware of. Perhaps speak with the other science officers, they may have potential projects they wish to start.
(21:29:22) CMO_Cmdr_Kymar: ::lets out a slow breath as he goes over the latest sickbay reports in his quarters, his uniform still on but his boots and socks kicked off, feet up on the couch. His labcoat lays over the back of a nearby chair::
(21:29:37) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *SCI*: Thank you, Morsby out
(21:29:48) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: lifts an eyebrow and returns to her reading ::
(21:31:44) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: inspecting the lines of a piece of Ferengi pottery, a surprisingly attractive vase on a pedestal in this multicultural art exhibit in Vinland's largest museum :: Kate: I can't get over how similar and yet different the art of such varied worlds can be.
(21:32:42) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: Truly! Though I am still surprised that the Ferengi could create something so lovely.
(21:33:04) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::Remebers who his superior is, and calls them:: *CMO*: Hitch to Kymar. Greetings, I believe we have not yet been formally introduced. I'm Dr. Morsby, your new ensign.
(21:33:11) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Periodically switches stations, trying to find some activity that he could apply himself to, where he'd be useful. Is not having much luck; so for the time has plonked himself down at the NAV console, trying to remember the last time he actually flew a starship.::
(21:34:23) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: smirking :: Kate: Considering their tastes, perhaps they only donated it because they thought it was worthless and ugly?
(21:35:01) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: Worthless, in all likelihood. :: snickers ::
(21:35:34) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::Morsby takes out a teapot and places it on a portable stove, and gets out his personal computer and begins to type away on his latest novel, The Stones of the Shrine, under the pen name Michael Mitchens.::
(21:37:03) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: moving through the exhibit, stops before a display of handmade textiles :: Kate: What craftsmanship! Look at the intricacies of the weave... :: leans in for a closer look ::
(21:39:05) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: It is quite complex... but is this a rug or a curtain?
(21:39:47) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::"the ancinet burial ground hummed with the ancient magic, carried for millenia within the bodies of the great mages. While the bodies had decomposed, the magic lived on, as magic does, and now lives on in the bricks and urns that adorned this sacred place, back when it was still sacred. I came here for one of these stones, for they, are my birthright. I am the first of the Golems, my body forged from this stone. All shall fear me."::
(21:42:24) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate: I think it's perhaps a tapestry? A decorative wall covering? Does the placard say where it was made? :: still inspecting it closely, wondering how the fibers were dyed to retain such vibrant color ::
(21:42:30) CMO_Cmdr_Kymar: ::taps his comm badge in response to the message:: *AUX*: Ah, Ensign Morsby. A pleasure. Have you checked in with Sickbay yet? How're you finding your first little while onboard, sadly it's not under a better situation.
(21:43:16) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Sighs, staring out of the viewscreen.:: Comp: Computer, run a level 1 diagnostic on all systems, please. See if we can't find something to correct or fix, eh?
(21:43:34) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *CMO*: Quite well, the facilites are to my liking. what is wrong with the situation, we're on leave are we not?
(21:43:34) XO_Cdr_Vallero: VinlandComm6> *XO* Vinland Communications to Commander Vallero.
(21:44:06) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: frowns, sets down his drink, then taps his combadge :: *VinlandComm6* Go ahead.
(21:44:56) XO_Cdr_Vallero: VinlandComm6> *XO* Sir, you have a priority message waiting. Communications deck, room two.
(21:45:05) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: turns away from the window and looks around, not spotting anyone he knows. Wolfe heads for the nearest turbolift and decides it's time to go look for a bar that serves stiff drinks. ::
(21:45:08) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: It was made on Earth, in Scandanavia. Impressive work.
(21:45:35) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: lowers his head into his hand ::
(21:45:59) CMO_Cmdr_Kymar: ::sighs softly, flicking the page on his PADD:: *AUX*: Perhaps. I've never felt comfortable in this limbo while waiting for our next assignment.
(21:46:48) XO_Cdr_Vallero: VinlandComm6> *XO* ...Sir? Shall I tell him you'll take the call?
(21:47:22) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::"..All shall fear me, for I am prophecy given life. On my stone flesh are carved the words left by the first mages, that the birth of the First Golem, would signal the last generation of humans before the Ending of Life."::
(21:47:26) XO_Cdr_Vallero: *VinlandComm6* :: quietly :: I'm on my way.
(21:47:41) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is even more impressed with the dyes, then, having thought only alien dyes could achieve such a striking effect :: Kate: Huh! Perhaps I need to spend more time perusing the art of my own people. I never really gave it much thought before I joined Star Fleet.
(21:48:05) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *CMO*: Quite. I best be off, I have things to attend to, Morsby out. ::Drinks his tea::
(21:48:55) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::The diagnostic is taking longer that anticipated. Hums to himself in the void of sound, with his eyes closed, to pass the time.::
(21:49:20) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: downs the rest of his drink, then hustles towards Vinland Communications ::
(21:49:26) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: From an outsider's perspective, it really is quite interesting. I became somewhat of a Terraphile when I first arrived.
(21:50:37) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate: You mentioned that before, but I don't think I ever really asked you about it. What were you most interested in, initially?
(21:52:05) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::"The Ending of Life, not what many expect it to be. Common tales say that it is when the ground will crack, the skies will tear, and all blood boil. But it will really be the time when every human's magical energy will be unleashed, tearing a gateway in reality, so I, and my creations, could build a new world. And eventually, its denizens will do the same. Bu first, I must gather myself some stone."::
(21:53:57) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: I dove headfirst into your music and sports at first.
(21:55:48) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: finds his way into a bar on the station and plops down on a stool :: Bartender: I'll take a French 75, and make it a double.
(21:56:47) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: exits the TL on the Communications deck and makes his way to Room Two ::
(21:58:04) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::"And gather I did, every small piece I could find I activated, reviving the long dead magic within, and these creatures of stone did the same to others, and others, until the whole shrine was alive, an army of living stone. I was ready. from my creation, to the many challenges I faced, such as the zealots fearing the end of days or the sceptics not believing my words, I was finally ready. To make a world of my own. ENd
(21:58:19) AUX_Ens_Morsby: End Chapter 25"::
(21:58:57) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate: ...Well, I was never much for sports myself, but music I know... what genre was the first to grab your interest? :: slowly walking toward the next display ::
(22:00:41) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::Morsby saved that file, and sent it off to his publisher, who had always thought he was a recluse, living somewhere in France, never guessing him to be a spacefaring doctor. A hard guess to make, he assumed.::
(22:00:57) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: enters Room Two, sits in the chair facing the big screen on the wall, and enters his authorization ::
(22:02:11) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: The first was your classical period, but then I found out about rock and roll, and liked that as well, and from there I branched out.
(22:02:16) Unknown: :: appears on the viewscreen in front of Vallero :: *Vallero* I've been waiting.
(22:02:16) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Opens his eye, thinking he heard the telltale ping of the diagnostic competing, but was mistaken.::
(22:03:42) XO_Cdr_Vallero: *Unknown* :: nervously :: I'm sorry, it's a big starbase.
(22:04:18) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate: The classical period and rock and roll of which cultures, though? At those times in the history of my world, my race was still strongly divided by geography and culture.
(22:05:04) AUX_Ens_Morsby: *CMO*: Do you wish to go play something in the Holodeck? You sounded worried, perhaps some relaxation would do you good, sir.
(22:05:29) Unknown: :: looks rather perturbed :: I am...disappointed in your performance, Vallero.
(22:06:32) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: sets the PADD down in a sudden moment of annoyance, wondering why they're still at this starbase before she reigns in her emotions and stands, heading towards the window and looking out at the stars ::
(22:07:55) CO_Capt_Harper: :: notices a bit of cat hair on her dress and picks it off :: Lexy: Ah yes, I had forgotten. Well, I suppose it would have been confined to European classical music, and British/American rock and roll.
(22:08:47) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: wants to ask why it took him a week to say so, but bites his tongue :: *Unknown* I did everything possible. Listen to the logs, if you haven't already. What do you want me to say?
(22:09:57) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: notes the cat-hair-picking and winces a bit :: Kate: Sorry about that... :: is wearing a white dress, rendering the cat hair INVISIBLE ::
(22:10:28) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: About what? The cat hair? It is nothing.
(22:11:57) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Just about then, a twentysomething in security gold appears from nowhere, clearing his throat to attract Harper's attention, doing a professional job of pretending he's heard nothing of the cat hair discussion. :: Sirs.
(22:12:56) Unknown: :: sighs dramatically and stares at Vallero for a few seconds too long :: *XO* You're being given a new assignment. The encrypted file is being sent to your quarters aboard Atlantis.
(22:12:56) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: smiles, relieved :: Kate: It looks like there's a music exhibit room.... :: trails off when the security officer appears ::
(22:13:08) CO_Capt_Harper: :: turns and find out who's Siring her :: 20SISG: Yes, Ensign, may I help you?
(22:13:25) ColDougMcKnight: Ensign Peon> ::Offers a PADD to Harper.:: Sorry to interrupt. I was told to deliver this to you directly.
(22:13:51) CO_Capt_Harper: :: takes the PADD :: Peon: Thank you, Ensign.
(22:15:05) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: gives the Ensign a nod, feeling that it would be odd not to acknowledge him though he is not addressing her ::
(22:15:52) ColDougMcKnight: Peon> :: Offers an equally brisk nod to both, turns on his heel, and disappears back into the ether. ::
(22:16:17) CO_Capt_Harper: :: looks down at the PADD once the Ensign disappears, wondering if they finally have orders after all this time in dock, and opens the one message it contains ::
(22:17:13) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: is extremely curious, but knows it's not her place to look at the PADD uninvited, feigns interest in a nearby painting instead ::
(22:17:18) CMO_Cmdr_Kymar: ::scratches his foot with one toe:: *AUX*: I appreciate the sentiment, Ensign, but I have a mound of work to catch up on. If you find Nurse Wotesh though, she's always after someone to join her rafting.
(22:18:04) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The message is as brisk and to the point as the ensign who delivered it, and disappears after a few seconds. "Deck 16. Secondary deuterium storage. 10 minutes."
(22:19:07) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: swallows discreetly :: *Vallero* Yes, sir.
(22:19:25) CO_Capt_Harper: :: blinks a few times in surprise ::
(22:19:47) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Opens his eyes fully, gets up and walks over to the ENG console.:: Atlantis: This diagnostic is taking too long. What is the problem computer?
(22:20:26) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::begins playing a saxophone ::
(22:20:29) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Worries and amuses him the thought that the diagnostic systems may need a diagnostic.::
(22:20:54) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: quickly loses her struggle to feign interest in other things, says nonchalantly :: Kate: Anything interesting?
(22:21:25) Unknown: :: leans in towards the camera, calm but menacing :: *XO* This is your last chance, Vallero. Don't screw it up. :: ends COMM ::
(22:21:29) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: It may be nothing, but I have to check this out.
(22:22:13) CSO_LCdr_Wright: Kate: What? Check what out?
(22:23:43) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: stares at the Starfleet logo on the screen that replaced the communication image, two minutes passing before he sighs and gets up, leaving Room Two and the Communications deck ::
(22:24:43) SCI_Lt_TLira: :: turns and grabs the PADD, setting off for the science labs to attempt to replicate an experiment she had read an article over ::
(22:24:47) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: I do not know yet.
(22:25:40) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: boggles, completely confused :: Kate: What do you mean, you don't know? What did it say?
(22:27:02) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Notes that he diagnostic isn't even in progress.:: Comp: Computer, what is the meaning of this? Why has the systems diagnostic not commenced?
(22:27:49) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: Let me go find out. It should not take long.
(22:28:17) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: heads back to the bar for a refill ::
(22:28:57) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: growing concerned, places a lightly restraining hand on Kate's arm, not knowing that the message indicated a time limit :: Kate: Wait, where are you going? Is it safe?
(22:29:15) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: takes his French 75 and heads off to a table kinda off on its own, with a window where he can see his ship ::
(22:29:49) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: decides he'll have one more drink and heads back to the Vinland tavern, his orders can wait ::
(22:30:10) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: Yes, of course! :: offers a reassuring smile :: But it is time-sensitive. I will be back soon, promise. :: squeezes the hand on her arm ::
(22:31:33) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: reluctantly releases Kate's arm :: Kate: At least tell me where to look for you if you're not back in a reasonable amount of time... just in case?
(22:32:20) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: sits down at the bar, orders another of what he was having earlier, looks to the side, and notices he sat next to Wolfe :: *CTO* Oh, hey.
(22:33:01) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: nods to acknowledge Vallero, his eyes still on Atlantis :: XO: Sir.
(22:33:18) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Feels as if something is afoot. Begins a manual diagnostic, being very cautious.::
(22:33:20) CO_Capt_Harper: Lexy: Deck 16. :: leans in and smooches her cheek :: Love you. :: turns in a twirl of dress and beelines for the nearest TL ::
(22:33:50) CO_Capt_Harper: :: enters the TL and directs it to deck 16, and then adds that no she's not lost and really meant deck 16 ::
(22:34:48) CO_Capt_Harper: :: rides the TL and exits onto deck 16 and makes her way to deuterium storage ::
(22:36:02) CSO_LCdr_Wright: To Kate's departing back: Love you too.. :: watches her until she vanishes around a corner, then meanders aimlessly about the exhibit, too focused on her concern to truly appreciate the artwork ::
(22:36:07) CO_Capt_Harper: :: enters the seemingly empty cavernous room and looks around ::
(22:36:22) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: grins, shakes his head and brings his drink to his lips :: *CTO* We're not on duty, not even on our ship. You can call me Daniel.
(22:37:44) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: looks sideways at Vallero next to him without moving his head :: XO: Okay, uh... Daniel. She's a beauty, isn't she? :: gestures at Atlantis through the window ::
(22:38:43) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::puts on an overcoat and tucks in a pocket watch into the inner pocket, and leaves his room, wandering around the Starbase::
(22:39:08) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> It takes a few minutes, and only after Harper is forebodingly removed from the exit, but suddenly, the lighting flickers for a moment, and a man in civvies steps out from behind one of the towering holding tanks::
(22:39:31) ColDougMcKnight: Kate. Thanks for coming. We don't have long.
(22:39:54) CO_Capt_Harper: :: walks farther into the room, and when the lights flicker, she looks around to see the man appear with a slight start, then hears his voice :: McKnight: Doug?!
(22:40:23) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: looks towards the windows, Atlantis majestically filling the view :: CTO: It sure is.
(22:40:54) ColDougMcKnight: ::Breaks out into a chuckle.:: Sorry for the theatrics. I'm also sorry they were all necessary.
(22:41:44) CO_Capt_Harper: Doug: Well, I know that you are aware I have a ready room, or even quarters, so I believe you... but why? :: feels as though she already half-knows why ::
(22:41:53) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: stands before a series of landscape paintings from Bajor ::
(22:42:40) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: turns back to Wolfe with a friendly smile :: Benedict, right?
(22:43:27) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: does not return the friendliness in any way :: XO: It is. I hate it. I prefer my surname.
(22:43:45) CO_Capt_Harper: :: looks about conspiratorially, remembering their last conversation ::
(22:44:07) CSO_LCdr_Wright: :: but her mind is on whatever is happening on deck 16 :: Self: No, you can't go yet... it's only been 5 minutes. Look at the damn paintings!
(22:44:33) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: frowns and shrugs :: *CTO* I like the name. I won't use it, though, if it bothers you.
(22:45:30) ColDougMcKnight: Kate: Last time we spoke, I promised you I'd find out what was going on. And I have. It''s bad, Kate.
(22:45:50) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: draws another sip of his French 75, a dainty drink for a man of his size and build in its cocktail glass. What can he say? He likes gin and it's tasty. At Vallero's words he also shrugs :: You may call me what you like, Daniel.
(22:46:29) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: ::Notes the irregularities he's noticed with ship, feeling uneasy, begins writing a report about them.::
(22:47:00) CO_Capt_Harper: :: not exactly happy to find out that her suspicion about the reason for the theatrics was correct, but she needs to know more :: Doug: What is going on? How bad are you talking?
(22:47:15) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: nods approvingly as Wolfe continues to use his first name, then takes another drink before looking back out at Atlantis :: *CTO* Found anything fun to do while we've been here?
(22:48:13) ColDougMcKnight: I heard about what happened at the border. Fantastic work, by the way. But now, you're thinking something has to be wrong back at Starfleet HQ. And you're right. But it's not an isolated incident.
(22:48:40) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pauses a moment, and then presses on. :: Starfleet hasn't just been infiltrated. It's compromised.
(22:49:13) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: looks over and lifts his glass as an answer :: XO: Fun? Tasty, at least.
(22:49:54) AUX_Ens_Morsby: ::neters the bar, and overhears the conversation:: XO: How about a Holodeck game, set in the world of the books by Michael Mitchenson. Been looking for some other poeple to play with. Up for it?
(22:50:25) XO_Cdr_Vallero: CTO: :: smiles and raises his glass :: You too, eh?
(22:50:31) CO_Capt_Harper: That... makes perfect sense, as much as I hate to say it. I was just dressed down for my resolution of the very border situation you complimented me on. It made me wonder why I am even here, since it did not feel right at all.
(22:52:23) CTO_Major_Wolfe: XO: After some time on the range, I felt this was... deserved.
(22:53:03) XO_Cdr_Vallero: :: turns to Morsby as he cuts in :: AUX: Um...actually, there's something I need to do after I'm done here. CTO: What about you? Could be fun.
(22:53:32) ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr: Atlantis: I don't like it Atlantis. Something is amiss. As a Ferengi would say, my lobes are twitching...
(22:54:07) ColDougMcKnight: Kate: Yeah, I know about that too. Don't worry about it. Smith doesn't work for the guys you thought he did.
(22:54:50) CTO_Major_Wolfe: :: looks up at Morsby :: AUX & XO: Holodeck books? I'll pass. :: takes another sip of his dainty drink ::
(22:55:04) ColDougMcKnight: Kate: You ever hear of an organization called Section 31?
(22:55:15) CO_Capt_Harper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:16) CO_Capt_Harper: PAUSE SIM
(22:55:16) CO_Capt_Harper: PAUSE SIM