Conversation with #st_missionroom1 at Wed Feb 20 20:56:16 2019 on (irc)

(21:15:35) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:35) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:36) CaptHarper: BEGIN SIM
(21:15:57) CaptHarper: :: sitting in the center seat, turned s bit sideways in it as she reads a PADD and enjoys the quiet ::
(21:17:03) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: passively watching the scan results as they come in, tweaking parameters here and there ::
(21:17:10) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: he hums quietly to himself ::
(21:18:31) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: is on alert for anything amiss, as usual. She’s manning the primary tactical console for now, until Wolfe returns to the bridge ::
(21:18:48) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: is at her own console, looking around briefly as she worked, every so often ::
(21:19:17) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::is taking advantage of the quiet to finish all of those pesky reports that she never seems to have time to finish::
(21:19:49) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: is in her office, reading an immunology journal with the moment of quiet they have ::
(21:20:53) CaptHarper: :: sips at a cup of coffee ::
(21:21:13) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: while she is going through scans, she has her PADD sitting on her console. she chuckles at the video she is watching, of her and the bear ::
(21:21:25) XO_CdrKuari: :: sits at her console on the bridge ::
(21:22:05) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: exits the port turbolift and takes his post ::
(21:22:31) CaptHarper: :: puts down the cup and eyes the viewer :: CSO: Anything interesting coming in, Commander?
(21:22:46) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: returns to her usual station and pulls up the weapons targetting algorithms ::
(21:23:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: The star is a class G red subgiant with four satellites, three of which are gas giants and one of which is terrestrial. The largest gas giant has an interesting array of moons, looks like about 37 of them of various sizes.
(21:23:40) CaptHarper: CSO: Anything... habitable?
(21:25:33) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Those moons are in the habitable zone, but none of them have appear to have breathable atmosphere.
(21:26:10) CaptHarper: :: deflates a little :: CSO: Oh, well.
(21:29:05) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: Sorry, captain. They're still scientifically interesting, though. It rains diamonds on that gas giant, if that makes you feel any better.
(21:29:05) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: monitors the ship's course as they fly casually through the star system ::
(21:29:33) CaptHarper: :: grins :: CSO: That never gets old.
(21:30:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: perks her ears up and looks at Wright ::
(21:31:30) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: splutters briefly at overhearing the CSO's words :: CSO: I'm sorry, but the gas giant rains diamonds?
(21:31:57) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: looks over at Grey :: TAC2: Yup. Sometimes they just do.
(21:32:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks over at Grey and nods :: TAC2: Indeed, it's actually not that uncommon.
(21:33:08) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: TAC2: Diamonds are extremely common throughout the universe, and many high pressure environments have meteorological phenomena related to them.
(21:34:03) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: blinks at the information coming her way, before she settled back in her chair, expression darkening slightly :: ENG/SCI/CSO: Very interesting...
(21:34:22) CaptHarper: :: eyes the ring on her finger :: ENG: It does not make them any less special.
(21:34:23) SCI_LtJG_Jude: TAC2: You can make diamonds out of carbon, if you apply enough pressure. People have made their cremated ashes into diamonds.
(21:35:08) TAC2_2LT_Grey: SCI: Why is this the first I'm hearing about this?
(21:36:53) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: shrugs :: TAC2: Did you take Geology at all?
(21:37:19) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: shakes her head :: SCI: No Geology classes on my schedule
(21:37:42) TAC2_2LT_Grey: SCI: At all. I focused on tactical, security, and medicine
(21:38:16) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: turns and gives Kate a little smile ::
(21:38:31) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: nods :: Self: Hm. TAC2: Sometimes a little variety in knowledge is good. Might want to read some books on various scientific topics.
(21:39:31) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: is glad that Kate thinks of her diamond as special... sometimes even things that are common can have a history that makes them special ::
(21:40:00) CaptHarper: :: turns her hand back and forth, taking a moment to admire the diamond's scintillating sparkle ::
(21:40:04) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: likes diamonds because they're so sparkly ::
(21:40:19) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: catches the sparkle in Harper's ring ::
(21:40:57) CaptHarper: :: notices Kuari watching and shows it off a bit ::
(21:41:16) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: turns her head so that both eyes are staring at the ring, entranced ::
(21:41:42) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: leans over to look at Harper's ring :: You know, the Romans and Greeks believed that diamonds were tears cried by the gods.
(21:41:42) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Shrugs.:: CO: Their value on Earth, was an international monopolisation scam; controlling the global perception of them and the supply and demand via false information and advertising that bordered on propaganda.
(21:41:43) TAC2_2LT_Grey: SCI: And that's coming from a scientific cadet. I know more about human physiology, biology, and usually fossilizations around where I lived
(21:42:04) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: The Ferengi would have enjoyed 20th Century Earth.
(21:42:33) CaptHarper: SCI: Ancient Risans believed that too, actually. Lunat's tears, specifically. :: smiles :: This one caused me to shed a few.
(21:42:57) CaptHarper: :: Turns to Ilaihr : ENG: That sounds positively awful. I am glad Earth moved on from that.
(21:44:10) SCI_LtJG_Jude: CO: Awwwh. Well, other ancient cultures believed that diamonds gave the wearer strength and courage during battle. So, I suppose that's good. :: grins ::
(21:44:35) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: blinks when Harper stops rotating her hand and looks down at her own hand ::
(21:44:52) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: But it was extremely effective.
(21:44:52) CaptHarper: SCI: Ah! Well, then, it is good that I wear this ring, should we go into battle.
(21:46:46) SCI_LtJG_Jude: CO: Perhaps you can distract the enemies with the sparkliness and we could shoot them down while they are busy staring at it.
(21:46:53) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: thinks her paw would be a bad place to wear a diamond, although her ear might be good, or perhaps around her neck or across her brow like a crown... ::
(21:46:57) CaptHarper: SCI: Perfect!
(21:47:36) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks down at her console when it beeps :: CO: Ah, Trondheim Colony is hailing us, Captain.
(21:47:55) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: is distracted from her thoughts by the hail ::
(21:48:19) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: looks over when he hears the beep ::
(21:48:33) CaptHarper: :: stands :: CSO: Trondheim? Did we leave our jackets?
(21:49:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: smirks ::
(21:50:14) CaptHarper: :: Picard-maneuevers and faces the screen :: CSO: On screen.
(21:50:24) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: faces forward ::
(21:50:52) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: glances over at the comm before turning her attention to her own console ::
(21:51:34) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: taptaps and puts it on screen ::
(21:51:59) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: turns to look towards screen ::
(21:52:16) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::looks to the screen::
(21:52:18) CaptHarper: ACTION> Administrator Ryne appears on the main viewer, as calm and stately as ever, but with an air of apprehension only slightly betrayed by her expression.
(21:52:52) CaptHarper: Ryne> Ah, Captain Harper, I am glad to see you. We have a situation here that requires your attention.
(21:53:19) CaptHarper: Ryne: Administrator, of course. How can we help? I do hope things are still going well with the bears?
(21:54:15) CaptHarper: Ryne> Oh, wonderfully, actually. The interchange of language is proceeding quite well. We have visitors, and they insist on meeting you.
(21:55:02) CaptHarper: :: perks an eyebrow :: Ryne: Visitors? Who are they? And why me, specifically?
(21:55:03) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: looks from Ryne to Harper ::
(21:56:20) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: immediately thinks of the Kvolir ::
(21:57:15) CaptHarper: Ryne> They are yet another new people that have somewhat bluntly introduced themselves. A... bipedal, somewhat draconian-looking species calling themselves the Xovul.
(21:57:46) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: Self: The invaders...
(21:58:22) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: turns to look at Ilaihr :: ENG: Invaders?
(21:58:32) CaptHarper: Ryne> They have learned of you, specifically, though I do not know how. They wish to meet the Federation and have asked for you by name, to meet here at our colony.
(21:59:10) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks confused ::
(21:59:19) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: sits up a little straighter, wanting very much to meet these people herself ::
(21:59:38) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: turns to look at Ilaihr curiously, echoing his words:: ENG: Invaders?
(21:59:40) CaptHarper: :: hearing Ilaihr, she frowns ::
(21:59:43) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: overhears Ilaihr and begins thinking battle tactics ::
(21:59:57) CaptHarper: Ryne: We will be there shortly.
(22:00:22) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: already plotting both a standard course and a slipstream solution, for whatever the captain orders ::
(22:00:47) CaptHarper: Ryne> Thank you, once again, Captain. I shall endeavour to keep them entertained while they wait.
(22:00:56) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: breaking off her scanning in preparation for departure ::
(22:01:33) CaptHarper: Ryne: ... understood. See you soon. Atlantis out.
(22:02:13) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Goes quiet, as he retraces the story of the Lighting of Central Flame.
(22:02:27) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Slipstream, then, capitana?
(22:02:43) CaptHarper: NAV: Indeed. XO: Make the ship ready for slipstream flight. Even if it is a short one.
(22:03:04) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: makes the customary shipwide announcements ::
(22:03:18) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: begins configuring shield geometry ::
(22:03:41) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: raises an eyebrow at the announcement, and gets up, heading for the turbolift ::
(22:03:58) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CTO: Configure shield geometry and raise shields.
(22:03:59) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: joins her CO in preparing in case of an attack ::
(22:04:02) CaptHarper: ENG: Ilaihr. The invaders, from the bears' stories, you mean? You think it is them?
(22:04:55) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: XO: Aye, Commander. Raising shields... Shields configured for Slipstream flight. :: raises shields directly into configuration ::
(22:05:08) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Solution is already complete.
(22:05:33) CaptHarper: NAV: Warp one, slipstream when ready. :: takes her seat, not liking this, but trying to keep an open mind for first contact ::
(22:05:40) XO_Cdr_Kuari: CO: Ready, captain.
(22:06:02) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: Potentially.
(22:06:11) CaptHarper: XO: Thank you, Commander.
(22:06:34) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: engages the warp drive, followed by the slipstream computer :: CO: Slipstream in... sixty seconds.
(22:07:49) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: arrives on the bridge, making her way to her usual console to check up on things, but definitely also to eavesdrop ::
(22:08:08) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Fifteen seconds...
(22:08:41) CaptHarper: ACTION> The slipstream appears on the main viewer and the Atlantis is smoothly pulled in.
(22:08:49) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: makes final adjustments to the shields ::
(22:09:03) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CO: We are too far for me to communicate with the Nəme.
(22:09:45) CaptHarper: ENG: We will not be, very shortly.
(22:10:29) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Slipstream achieved. Flight time will be two minutes, four seconds.
(22:11:35) CaptHarper: :: pats the chair arm :: What is ten light-years to Atlantis?
(22:12:29) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gives Harper a soft smile of pride ::
(22:12:36) TAC_LCdr_TLira: :: wonders idly if these improved targetting algorithms may come into use soon ::
(22:14:19) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Exiting slipstream in ten, nine...
(22:15:01) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis pops into normal space, in the Trondheim system.
(22:15:35) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Normal space achieved, drift is 632 light-seconds. Course ready for the colony.
(22:16:00) CaptHarper: CO: Take us in, warp eight.
(22:16:29) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: scanning the planet, looking for any changes ::
(22:16:33) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: Warp eight, aye. :: engages the warp drive, and within minutes, they're approaching the planet ::
(22:17:08) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::His eyes go milky, as his mind reaches out.::
(22:17:39) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: checks her console for any readily available information as they get closer ::
(22:17:50) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Exiting warp for orbital insertion.
(22:18:37) CaptHarper: ACTION> Atlantis exits warp and arrives at the colony. There is a large, angular ship in orbit above Trondheim, that looks somewhat like a helmet. It exchanges basic ident information, but bluntly refers us to their leader on the planet below.
(22:19:13) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: puts the ship on screen ::
(22:19:54) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: Self: The ship even looks blunt...
(22:20:13) CaptHarper: I see aesthetics is not their strong suit. Regardless, keep an open mind.
(22:21:26) CaptHarper: :: looks about the bridge ::
(22:21:55) CaptHarper: CTO: Open mind aside, you and Grey are definitely on this away team.
(22:22:10) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: CO: Of course, Captain.
(22:22:15) TAC2_2LT_Grey: CO: Yes ma'am.
(22:22:23) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: gives Harper large eyes ::
(22:22:54) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: taps foot rapidly and looks over at Harper with almost puppy eyes ::
(22:23:26) CaptHarper: :: smiles at Kuari :: XO: Of course.
(22:24:02) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: turns away and stares intently at his console. nope. not today, satan ::
(22:24:15) CaptHarper: Wright, Ilaihr, Tailor, and Jude, with me. Navarro, you have the bridge.
(22:25:22) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::smiles and stands to join the Captain::
(22:25:38) CaptHarper: :: enters the TL ::
(22:25:46) XO_Cdr_Kuari: :: jumps off her seat and follows after Harper ::
(22:25:50) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: stands from her console and follows Harper, grinning ::
(22:25:53) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: CO: Aye, ma'am. Take care.
(22:26:03) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: smiles at Tailor, pulling up the feed at her station to monitor the away team's status ::
(22:26:09) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: hands off her console and follows everyone to the TL ::
(22:26:29) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: stands and follows the Captain to the TL ::
(22:26:32) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes the space right behind Harper to her right in the Turbolift. ::
(22:26:35) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: :: doesn't take the center seat, since the helm is more useful ::
(22:26:52) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::follows the rest of the A.T. to the 'lift::
(22:26:56) CaptHarper: TL: Transporter room One.
(22:27:17) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: :: exhales sharply and faceplants on console :: Self: Thank god.
(22:27:32) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: ENG2: You did not want to go, Ensign? :: chuckles ::
(22:27:52) CaptHarper: :: Rides the TL :: All: So, did anyone see the Sentinels game?
(22:28:02) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Silently mumbling, as he returns to his physical body.::
(22:28:59) SCI_LtJG_Jude: CO: I have no idea what that is, but I have been watching the Earth fencing competitions.
(22:29:12) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: says nothing, since Kate knows whether she watched it or not already ::
(22:30:13) CaptHarper: :: once the TL doors open, she leads the way into the TR and up on to the pad ::
(22:30:17) ENG2_Ens_Razyn: NAV: I'm-I'm-I'm not th-th-the kind t-t-t-t-t-to engage face-face-face-to-face with p-potentially agress-agress-aggressive people.
(22:30:51) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: ENG2: Me neither. I prefer to do my engaging with aggressive people in the cockpit of a fighter.
(22:31:04) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: steps onto the pad carefully, dropping into a low crouch before straightening with a crack of her spine ::
(22:31:33) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: ENG2: Or at the helm of Atlantis. :: chuckles ::
(22:31:44) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: so.. did they win? ::steps onto the transporter pad::
(22:32:04) CaptHarper: CMO: They did, in overtime! Great game.
(22:32:33) CaptHarper: :: once everyone is up on the pad :: TRC: Energize.
(22:32:35) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: detestss the Sentinels and is silent. ::
(22:32:36) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: CO: Awesome ::grins::
(22:33:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: stays on Harper's shoulder. ::
(22:33:26) CaptHarper: :: is glad she has her Marines ::
(22:34:13) CaptHarper: ACTION> The away team shimmers out from Atlantis and appears in Trondheim, outside the Administrator's building.
(22:34:17) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::doesn't usually follow sports, but likes to watch a game once in a while::
(22:34:35) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: pulls out her tricorder, initiating scans immediately ::
(22:34:50) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: keeps an eye on the feed of the away team's vitals, also idly flipping through scan data. ::
(22:35:03) CaptHarper: Ryne> :: steps out of the building :: CO: Thank you for coming, yet again. They are in the garden, taking the tour.
(22:35:14) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: glances around, keeping an eye on the environment ::
(22:35:58) NAV_LtJG_Navarro: MED: How about you, doctora? Prefer to be down there or up here?
(22:36:24) CaptHarper: :: smiles to Ryne, finding her poise admirable :: Ryne: Show us the way.
(22:37:02) CSO_Cdr_Wright: CO: :: quietly :: I'm seeing five individuals of the unmet species.
(22:37:13) MED_LtJG_Acacia: :: shrugs, smiling softly :: NAV: Down there, probably.. but also, it's nice to be getting any time off when you have a medical degree.
(22:37:19) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: @::Shudders, bracing himself on his cane.::
(22:37:26) CaptHarper: CSO: Thank you. At least we have strength in numbers.
(22:38:01) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::glances towards Ilaihr:: ENG: Are you alright?
(22:38:07) CaptHarper: Ryne> :: leads the party through the building and out into a garden through the back doors ::
(22:38:14) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: nods and puts away her tricorder, thinking not to be rude ::
(22:38:19) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: takes out tricorder, then looks over at Ilaihr :: ENG: You ok?
(22:38:34) CaptHarper: All: Alright, folks, a third first contact here. Make us look good!
(22:38:42) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: CMO/SCI: I will be fine, my dears.
(22:39:56) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::nods, but is keeping an eye on him anyway::
(22:40:43) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: looks behind her to check on him when she hears the conversation ::
(22:41:51) CaptHarper: ACTION> In the garden's entertainment area, in a circle of chairs, awaits five bipedal hulking draconian figures, with deep greenish-black scaly/leathery skin, wearing modern armors.
(22:42:51) CaptHarper: :: The leader steps forward :: I am the Ykavosh. It is good that you have come to meet us.
(22:43:10) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::looks towards the imposing quintuplet of newcomers, trying not to stare too much::
(22:43:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: tries to look diplomatically confident ::
(22:43:34) CaptHarper: :: steps forward to meet him :: Ykavosh: I am Captain Kathyrn Harper of the Federation Starship Atlantis. We are pleased to meet you, Ykavosh.
(22:44:55) CaptHarper: Ykavosh> :: nods :: Captain. We have heard of your Federation and would see who you are, for ourselves.
(22:45:37) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: pulls shoulders back and places hands behind back, attempting to look more confident about the situation than she is ::
(22:45:40) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Watches the Draconians, scanning them with his mind.::
(22:45:50) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: allows Harper only an arm's length away from him ::
(22:46:01) CaptHarper: :: gestures to the chairs :: Ykavosh: Then shall we sit down and get to know each other?
(22:46:48) TAC2_2LT_Grey: :: turns to watch the environment, hand resting on her phaser ::
(22:47:02) CaptHarper: Ykavosh> Yes, sit. You have brought a diverse party.
(22:47:52) CaptHarper: :: sits as the Ykavosh takes his seat, next to hers ::
(22:48:24) CaptHarper: :: offers him a warm smile :: Our diversity is a strength that we pride ourselves on.
(22:48:30) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: seats herself, watching the draconian creatures with curiosity ::
(22:48:42) CaptHarper: Ykavosh> :: settles into the chair, it almost being too small for his great muscular bulk ::
(22:49:53) CaptHarper: Ykavosh> We have many species as well. All who follow the Xov are welcome, no matter what planet they hail from.
(22:50:12) CMO_LtJG_Tailor: ::takes a seat and listens curiously to the conversation::
(22:50:17) CTO_Maj_Wolfe: :: takes a stand not quite behind Harper, so that if she was attacked, he could jump in before she was harmed. ::
(22:50:27) CSO_Cdr_Wright: :: thinking to self... a religious species? ::
(22:50:30) SCI_LtJG_Jude: :: sits in a seat, tricorder in her lap, as she silently scans them. she doesn't look down, and instead listens in, curious ::
(22:50:35) ENG_LtCdr_Ilaihr: ::Remains standing, propped up on his cane. Is silent, his milky eyes focussed.::
(22:50:41) CaptHarper: :: perks up with a friendly, curious expression :: Ykavosh: The Xov? Tell us of it, if you do not mind.
(22:50:44) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:44) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM
(22:50:45) CaptHarper: PAUSE SIM