Rue Wydown

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Hi all, Attached and below is our chatlog. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has escaped the Talon undercloak and is headed for Federation space. Wydown has been taken to medical, and we're left with big questions. Hopefully the bridge crew we took aboard from t'Rahks ship can provide us with some answers. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Rue Wydown -> I'm ready to rock and roll when you guys are. Fae -> Are we under warp or impulse? DervtRahks -> I'm working on my brackets, will WVU choke in the first or second round? Cptn Corizon -> Warp. Cptn Corizon -> Prolly the first. DervtRahks -> awesome Cptn Corizon -> Depending. Cptn Corizon -> Nothing this team does surprises me at this point. Cptn Corizon -> Alright, let's roll Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Fae -> :: at HOPS, trying to think invisible thoughts :: Rue Wydown -> ::has been transfered into sickbay after a wee little incident on the bridge:: Rue Wydown -> ::well, a bigger incident than she'd like to admit anyway:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<I would be much more impressed if you had _visible_ thoughts, Fae.>> Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, walking up to Rue on a bio bed. Looks over her.:: I heard you took a nasty bump on the head. Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, stroking the cloaking device:: Goood cloaking device. Soft cloaking device. Don't stop believin'! Victria -> (( You'll go blind, Tandy. )) Cptn Corizon -> ::frowns:: +Mark+ Report to the bridge. Rue Wydown -> ::can't help but try to rub the back of her head:: I think ::brief blinking spell:: Last I remember, yeah. Cptn Corizon -> ETA to the Federation border? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::at aux tac, waiting for her relief:: Mark Garrison -> ::somewhere::+Corizon+ Understood. Rue Wydown -> ((::starts humming to the song "Don't Stop Believin'::D) Fae -> About a half hour at this speed, Captain. Victria -> ::Still at the main Tactical station, more than a little pissed that they hadn't gotten into another firefight, Victria called down for status on their Romulan prisoners.:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<I'm pretty sure _that_ doesn't function as the ship's cloaking device, Victria, but I appreciate the compliment.>> Maryse Dubois -> ::Scans Rue's head.:: Someone said your were saying something strange, perhaps in a different language. Do you remember any of it? Mark Garrison -> ::in a turbolift, speeding to the bridge:: Rue Wydown -> Not really. Last I remember was the big flash of light when that ship exploded. I felt the shockwave...then ::squints:: Saw the lights of the turbolift or something. ::feeling more than a little loopy, mutters under her breath in Ralafean:: Bugger, I hear bells. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::having taken one of the auxilliary seats at environmental, finally decides he needs to check on Rue:: Mark Garrison -> ::pops up on the bridge, looking for Corizon:: Cptn Corizon -> Keep us on route. When we cross into Federation space, drop to impulse and stand by to decloak. Fae -> Very well. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks at her curiously.:: Hmm...Well so far all I can find is a minor concussion. ::Closes her tric.:: Fae -> Twenty four minutes is the count. Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: Mister Garrison, good. Mark Garrison -> ::confused look, wondering what he'd managed to do that was good:: Cptn Corizon -> I'd like you and our guest Mister Argellian to have a word with our Romulan guests. Rue Wydown -> Well, that's good to know. ::she crossed her ankles, hands folded over her stomach:: Could have been worse I suppose. Cptn Corizon -> I want to know who they're working for and what exactly they're upto, and frankly anything of use. Cptn Corizon -> ::Sternly:: But keep it within the regs. Maryse Dubois -> Yeah it could have been much much worse. So you know the rules then. Rest for a little while. No moving around. If you need something you can ask. Mark Garrison -> ::he said as we are smuggling them across the border:: Very well. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smuggling was a harsh word:: Rue Wydown -> So I'm stuck here for a bit, aye? Cptn Corizon -> ::Victria:: Are their any Federation vessels on long range sensors or on known border patrol routes? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Yeah, but hopefully not too long. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::arching his brow, having heard his name mentioned in conversation:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping commands into her console, keeping track of repair and medical relief efforts:: Victria -> ::Looking up from the sensors, she shook her head.:: Nothing on long range, ahead or behind. But as soon as we cross over under cloak, we will be detected. Rue Wydown -> Not too long? Ha! ::barks out laughing:: Suuuuure. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: I am aware. Cptn Corizon -> This mission is effectively over. Mark Garrison -> ::looks over to Gaius, motioning him over:: Cptn Corizon -> We've been essentially compromised, and without t'Rahks, I doubt we can dig any deeper into the smuggling ring. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::crosses, hands claspsed behind his back:: Cptn Corizon -> On the other hand, we have her underlings in custody and we have a Federation agent also in custody who was aiding the smugglers. Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: At the least we should be able to bring it to a hault for the time being. Cptn Corizon -> Even if the really guilty parties are able to sneak their way back into the shadows. Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: Just relax. I'll have a nurse bring you some water. Victria -> ::Her attention shifed briefly to Gaius before returning to Corizon.:: Rue Wydown -> Rather have a spot of tea if possible. ::a bit of a loopy grin:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::approaches Garrison and Corizon:: Mark Garrison -> ::frowning in general at Corizon's monolouge before glancing to the "Romulan":: Lets go... Cptn Corizon -> ::gaius:: They've seen you face, they don't know the ruse is up. Why waste it? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods:: Alright, anything in particular? Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::nods once:: As you say. Rue Wydown -> No preference. ::wincing a bit as another wave of pain hits, exhales:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::looks to Garrison:: After you, Mister Garrison. Rue Wydown -> ((Maryse, PM, please?) Mark Garrison -> ::gives Victria a glance before leading Gaius to the TL, sending it on it's way:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::hands clasped behind the back as he stands, feet shoulder width apart, back straight:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::following Garrison's lead:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks away for a moment. When she comes back she has a warm, soothing cup of green tea.:: Here you are. ::Hands the cup to her.:: Make sure you sit up to drink it. Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances back to Waters:: Status report? Victria -> ::Watching Mark leave with the "Romulan", she frowned and looked back to sensors.:: Fae -> Ten minutes 30 seconds to the web at current speed. Fae -> No new ships detected. We seem to be clear. Rue Wydown -> ::sets the tea down on the tray next to her, then props herself up slowly until she's able to sit, feeling the world tilting around her for a moment before righting herself:: <m>I haven't done this in years. Give me a broken bone over this anyday. Cptn Corizon -> ::Standing on the perch now, a hand gripping the rails:: Understood. Once we cross, tactical, keep an eye on sensors. Let me know once someone does enter sensors. Cptn Corizon -> I'll be in engineering. Mark Garrison -> ::glances over to Gaius:: You should know, I intend to find out who you really are, for all the trouble you've caused us. Fae -> Understood. Cptn Corizon -> ::Heads towards the lift:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::blinks:: Pardon? Cptn Corizon -> ::TL:: Engineering. Maryse Dubois -> ::Notices a smear of blood on the pillow. She gets up and holds Rue up for a moment.:: Whoa wait a minute. Turn your head a bit. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Trouble *I*'ve caused you? Rue Wydown -> Whot? ::turns her head just a bit, making a reach for the tea and missing, giggling loopily as she does so:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> I wasn't aware I'd led this ship into Romulan territory with an illegal cloak, breaking official orders. Mind you, I'm grateful for the rescue, but it seems you were in the soup long before you pulled me out. Mark Garrison -> ::stares him down:: Yes, convienient that you just happened to be around wouldn't you say? Maryse Dubois -> ::Frowns as she holds Rue's head still.:: You have a gash on the back of your head... Victria -> He did say to decloak *after* crossing the border, did he not? ::Victria glanced to Fae.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Exits the lift and enters into engineering, heads towards the MSD:: Fae -> So he did. Decloak and drop to impulse after crossing border and detection grid. Rue Wydown -> Prolly from when I hit the conference room table. ::pauses:: Or the bridge? Did I smack it into something on the bridge? Fae -> Five minutes from now, that will be. Tandaris Admiran -> ::fiddling with something nearby:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> You think I did this on purpose? That I wanted to be stranded in enemy territory, in a stolen ship, in makeup that could get me killed? Why yes, Commander, I *do* have a deathwish. Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks up and wonders what brings Corizon in person:: Fae -> Didn't say anything about whether to answer hails or activate transponders. Maryse Dubois -> ::Shrugs:: It's possible. ::Grabs a dermal regenerator and a hypo from a tray.:: Did you even feel the gash when you came in? Cptn Corizon -> Commander, a word? Fae -> You want the conn? Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::toe to toe, staring back at him:: Victria -> ::She frowned.:: And how long after that will it be before a Federation ship swoops down on us? Technically, we were absent without official leave. Fae -> Might take several days or hours for someone to swoop in. Lots of border. Not so many ships these days. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::passes a glance at Victria, even as she continues to monitor her station:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Corizon:: Of course. Fae -> In fact, I wouldn't be shocked if that Romulan pounced on us before anything Fed shows up. Mark Garrison -> Like I said, I intend to figure out what landed you out here. Rue Wydown -> ::pausing for a minute, trying to get past her hazy recollections:: On the bridge. Yeah, on the bridge. ::looks down at her pant leg, not that the dark uniform makes it easy to see, but she can just make out the smear of blood on it:: Kept wiping it away while we were dealing with the chaos on the bridge before the lights went out for me. Cptn Corizon -> ::Motions for Tandaris to follow him into hiis office:: Mark Garrison -> ::he broke eye contact, returning to face the door, which opened into a random hallway:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> What landed me out here was a broken down, fifteen-year-old ship that I never should have taken to begin with. But I had intelligence and a responsibility to a friend and to the Federation. Fae -> I might prefer to warp well away from the border rather than dropping to impulse, but then I'm the nervous type. Maryse Dubois -> ::Switches the hypo to spray form and fills it with an antiseptic.:: This is probably going to sting. ::Spays the antiseptic on the wound, cleaning it.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Crewman Kent> ::glares at the two officers as they enter Tandaris' office:: Maryse Dubois -> *sprays Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::eyes narrow as he watches Garrison step out:: Mark Garrison -> Really? ::he scoffed mockingly:: What responsibility could that possibly be? Cptn Corizon -> Tandaris, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me as my Chief Engineer. Your work has been nothing short of fantastic. ::Sighes and looks away:: Rue Wydown -> Eh, I'm used to it. ::closes her eyes, deep sigh, muttering softly to herself in her mother tongue:: Fae -> Crossing the border.... Now. Fae -> :: Drops to 1/2 impulse :: Cptn Corizon -> We'll be crossing the border anytime now, and then waiting for someone to come pick us up. Once that happens, I intend to turn myself in. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> I don't know about you, but I swore an oath to protect against all enemies foreign... and domestic. I take that responsibility seriously. I thought you might as well. Cptn Corizon -> I will be taking full and unconditional responsability for this mission, and I hope that will spare the crew but ... Victria -> ::Keeps an eye on sensors, still frowning. Her jaw twitched as they crossed the border, waiting for the ship to decloak.:: Fae -> :: Decloaks :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Once cleaned, she begins applying the dermal regenerator over the gash.:: So is that your native planet's language? ::Smiles:: I have good hearing. Fae -> I'm going to reactivate the transponders, let folks know who we are if they ping us. Fae -> :: Sets the transponders to respond if pinged by a Starfleet ship. :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks away:: But there's going to be plenty of hard questions for you, in particular. Rue Wydown -> Aye ::cracks an eye open:: My hus...err...ex-husband says it sounds like jibberish. Mark Garrison -> As did I. Though that oath gets waved around to justify alot of things. We had a credible reason to be out here violating treaty. Why did you decide to dress yourself up as a Romulan and cross the border? Fae -> :: sets course directly away from the border at 1/2 impulse :: Maryse Dubois -> Well...I guess that could be what people heard you speak on the bridge. Fae -> :: Looks up the location of the nearest starbase in the unlikely event that they aren't pounced upon promptly. :: Tandaris Admiran -> As in, "What are you doing with a cloaking device that looks suspiciously like it's been cobbled together from starbase construction materials and Federation-manufactured technology of Dominion design in your engineering room?" Cptn Corizon -> Yes. Fae -> :: lays in a course to said starbase, just in case she might need it. :: Tandaris Admiran -> We can't just _hide_ it? Rue Wydown -> Possibly. But I don't remember it. ::pauses:: Did I embarrass myself or something? Cptn Corizon -> What you don't know, and what you might want to forget, is that said cloaking device was given to me by the Hundred. Cptn Corizon -> And that it was given to them by the Romulans almost five years ago. Laarell -> <<Ooo, someone's been a bad boy, Tandy>> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Because we had a dead Romulan ambassador and missing disruptors. Because things that were supposed to have been turned over to Intelligence didn't seem to show up in our warehouses. And because, unlike your captain, I am totally within my... Cptn Corizon -> No, we're not going to hide our transgressions now. Maryse Dubois -> I don't know for certain. I wasn't there. It's just what I heard second hand. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ...authority to pull together an operation to investigate all of the above. Tandaris Admiran -> Your newfound commitment to transparency is heartwarming. Cptn Corizon -> I don't always do things by the book Tandaris, but I am not above the consquences of my actions. Cptn Corizon -> When they come for me, I am assuming they'll want the cloaking device as well. Victria -> Nothing on sensors. ::Tensed shoulders relaxed minutely as she turned her attention behind them, searching for signs of other border penetration. Programming, she set up alerts in case such happened.:: Mark Garrison -> So, I'm to take it that your one of the many spooks floating around Camelot, who just decided to sanction himself a mission "for the good of the Federation"? Tandaris Admiran -> So, what would you like me to say when they ask about the invisible elephant in the room? Cptn Corizon -> Your standing orders are to turn over the cloaking device to them if ordered. Rue Wydown -> Oh crud. ::frowns:: I'm hoping I didn't say anything embarrassing. Like, talking about intreptive dance or anything. Rue Wydown -> ((Tandy, love that line!)) Cptn Corizon -> You are to tell them the full and unconditional truth of what you knew at the time when I ordered you to create the device. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Take it as you will, Mister Garrison. I strongly suspect that, no matter what I say, you have your opinion already formed. DervtRahks -> <<Thwaps Rue>>> Maryse Dubois -> ::Curious look.:: Interpretive dance? Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Now, shall we get to the task at hand? DervtRahks -> <Behave Sally> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::offers a taut smile and gestures toward the corridor:: Tandaris Admiran -> All right. Mark Garrison -> By all means. Mark Garrison -> ::leads him along:: Tandaris Admiran -> Is there anything else you need me to know or do in the event you are not swiftly returned to our good ship? Rue Wydown -> Oh, nothing. Just....::laughs, a bit loopy in her recollection:: Nevermind. Old story. Fae -> So much for the hyper effective border patrol. Cptn Corizon -> ::frowns:: I don't know if I will ever see you again, Tandaris. And I don't know what the Symbiosis comission will want to do with you either. Fae -> Maybe I should hail them? Cptn Corizon -> And given my ... transgressions, I doubt I'll be in any position to help you. Tandaris Admiran -> Most likely probe me. They're big on that. The probing. Cptn Corizon -> I am sorry. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::following Garrison:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Finishes up as a nurse replaces the pillow.:: Alright, all done. You can relax now. Cptn Corizon -> ::Puts his hand on Tandaris' shoulder:: You've always been a fine officer and a hell of an engineer. I am ... honored to have had you by my side all these years. Victria -> (( And want to take this moment to tell you my true feelings for you. )) Tandaris Admiran -> ::gives Corizon the "this is unspeakably awkward and uncomfortable" look:: Victria -> (( And to find out... do the spots go all the way down? )) Mark Garrison -> ::stopping at a door, he glanced back to Gaius:: After you. Rue Wydown -> ((ROFLMAO)) Maryse Dubois -> <<lol>> Laarell -> (They do.) Mark Garrison -> (This...) Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles:: And in case you're interested, there is an entire case of Tarkallian Ale in the Captain's Yacht. Tandaris Admiran -> ::brightens:: Oooh. ::slightly more serious:: Excalibur has been a ... good place, mostly, and convenient, lately. And that has been in large part your doing. So thank you. Rue Wydown -> Thanks luv. ::exhales softly:: If I say anything embarrassing later, please let me know. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles, fangily:: I try. Victria -> As you said, fewer ships. How far until we reach the nearest station? Maryse Dubois -> ::Smiles.:: You know I won't hesitate Cptn Corizon -> Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to go before either of us expose real feelings. ::Grins:: You have your orders, Commander. Fae -> A long long time. I'm travelling at half impulse directly away from the border. Rue Wydown -> ::hopes to the godess that she won't snore loudly in the middle of sickbay, that too would be embarrassing:: Tandaris Admiran -> Understood. I have about 4 Corizons of damage I want to get repaired before another warbird shows up.... Fae -> I've a course laid in for the nearest starbase at warp 5, but don't really have the authority to engage. Cptn Corizon -> Four wha... nevermind. I don't think I want to know. Mark Garrison -> ::taps his feet, waiting for Gaius to enter:: Cptn Corizon -> << 3 minute warning >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::enters, straightening:: Victria -> Why half-impulse? ::She growled under her breath.:: Why not just take us directly to Terra? If he intends to surrender the ship, might as well get it over with. Fae -> Orders. He said drop to impulse, but didn't say how much impulse. He didn't give a destination. I figured get away from the border but no great big hurry. Fae -> But heading to Earth at high speed isn't really consistent with what he said leaving the bridge. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs, mutters as he exits his office something about not having heart-to-hearts with the captain unless they're both drunk:: Fae -> :: Decides to plot a course to Earth, just to give herself something to do :: Rue Wydown -> ::cracks one of the eyes open again, looking to see if she could make a break for it and head back to her quarters before she does embarrass herself and say anything about...well...things:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> :: paused :: Laarell -> ::paused:: Cptn Corizon -> Fun stuff! Rue Wydown -> Nice job folks. Cptn Corizon -> So, we'll have time for logs between sims. Say 3-4 hours? Fae -> :: nods :: Tandaris Admiran -> Is that enough time for a broody montage alternating among shots of the crew? Tandaris Admiran -> Set to some kind of impossibly popularized sentimental song? DervtRahks -> Will Sally still be loopy Laarell -> Sentimental? Laarell -> You say it like it's a bad thing we're getting rid of it! Fae -> How many courses can Fae plot in that time? Tandaris Admiran -> Probably fewer than the amount of wood that a woodchuck would chuck in the same time. Tandaris Admiran -> If a woodchuck could chuck wood, of course. Tandaris Admiran -> I'm assuming by the 24th-century we have genetically-engineered woodchucks that do chuck wood. Tandaris Admiran -> Otherwise what would be the point of living in the future? Victria -> Hey you woodchucks! Quit chuckin' my wood! Victria -> Night all. Until next week. Cptn Corizon -> Alright. Cptn Corizon -> See you all next week. Fae -> Night! Rue Wydown -> Thanks all Charlotte Matsumura -> Okay... Night, all! Excalibur_March_13_2011.txt

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 3 Commander Ruth Wydown ((This is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. )) Rue groaned softly, sliding into the rear passenger compartment of the speeder. She ran her hands over the butter soft seats and smiled in appreciation. Her own hand-me-down vehicle was, for years, passed from off-worlder to off-worlder cadet, making it look like a flying dung heap held together with duct tape and zip ties. Clay hated it, and yet Rue appreciated its charm. Just as she appreciated a vehicle where she didn't have to worry about where she sat down. She whimpered softly, slinking down in the seat in relaxation. When she glanced up she found that Clayton had turned in his seat and was now giving her the stink eye. He'd apparently mistook her groan of pleasure with that of pain and was letting her know it would cost her later. In a huff, he turned back around and sat in stony silence as his buddy Mal took off. "Nice ride," Rue commented, ignoring the fact that Wydown's silent treatment was supposed to make her uncomfortable. "What is this? A GX?" "A GT," Malcolm Alexander corrected, glancing over to Clayton every now and then. "Father only buys the best." "Fantastic." Rue grinned, leaning back into the seat. "Honestly, I'd be fine with a jalopy. But if he's offering…who am I to turn him down?" Mal flashed a wry grin in the rearview mirror. "You can trade with me, if you want." Rue teased, glancing at the back of Clay's sable brown hair. She could tell he was shaking his head, just minuscule amount, enough to signal his disparagement of Rue and Mal's conversation.. "Ah, c'mon luv. Talk to me. About me. At me. Just…stop sulking." Rue spoke to herself, trying to come up with a plan to break Clay out of his funk. "Yes, I agree. He's being a git." Rue paused for only a nano-second before leaning over forward seats. "You understood that?" She asked in amusement, laying her head on the seatback to give Mal a sideways look. He glanced at the review mirror, his eyes crinkling in a grin. "A UT." He flashing his cadet commbadge and speaking the acronym with authority. "No way! You're Academy too?" Rue sat up straighter in enthusiasm. "Security Studies and Pre-Eugenics. Just made First Class," he replied. He paused a beat, tossing a sidelong glance at Clay, then frowning at Rue in the mirror. "Wait, what do you mean, 'too'?" "Why didn't you tell me," Rue punched Clayton gently in the arm. When she got no reaction from the living statue she turned back to Mal. "Emergency med me-self. Did you get stuck with Mahom or T'Hvall for first year Intro?" "T'Hvall." The dark-haired man visibly twitched. "And what a total...Vulcan." "Rather have had the Vulcan, mate. Mahom spits on the first row every time." Rue smirked. "I used to bring an umbrella just in case I got stuck there." "I'd heard that from a guy in my advanced strat class. He said he used to wear his raincoat on the days he had Mahom." "Oooh....and...and....and..." Rue bounced in her chair like a little kid who can't help but share a secret. "...tell me you had the dude with that thing from the place!" "The archaeologist who spent a little too much time in the Egyptian sun?" "Yes!" She punched the air in triumph. "For half a term. He was -- ahem -- replaced. Rumor has it he was asked to leave for misconduct. With a cadet." She grinned again, and heard Clayton suck air through his teeth. Clearly he was not happy. Whether this was because he was left out of the conversation or because he'd preferred to sulk in silence, she wasn't sure. Thouvenot gave Wydown a sideways glance before continuing her conversation with Clay's buddy. "He's wondering what the hell I'm prattling on about, isn't he?" "Uh…yes. Yes he is." Rue gave Clay a sideways glance for any reaction other than a hrrphed sigh. "Serves him right, the slimy git." Rue continued to speak cheerfully. "I'll keep talking like this. And you can say whatever the heck you want as a response. He won't know what the heck we're talking about. I betcha curiosity is bound to catch up to him. Ha! Tell you what, the first one to make him break his silence, wins." "You sure?" Rue wasn't entirely sure if Mal was going to appreciate being used in such a way, but she had to do something to get Clay's attention. "Not really, but if you have a better idea. Then I'm all ears." "What's the wager?" "Winner's choice. Within a 'Fleeter's budget, of course" She laughed softly, her hands caressing her seat. Rue had no latinum save her small scholarship stipend. She could afford a drink, just not the glass it came in. Mal seemed to give Clayton a sideway glance. "You're on." He grinned and shrugged as if to say why not. For a good portion of their ride, Rue and Mal carried on a weirdly disjointed conversation with imaginative responses trying to get a rise out of Clayton. It was either this, or beg him to speak to her – and she wasn't about to do that. But after forty minutes, he showed no signs of breaking. She was beginning to wonder how well she really knew her boyfriend when she decided to give it one last shot. "You're kidding me." Mal responded to her inane comment about the weather. "Seriously. They did an interpretive dance…while wearing a Snuggie." She broke into Federation standard as if she'd forgotten she'd been talking in code to punish Clayton. Finally catching his attention, Clayton turned on his seat, "Wha – wha--what?" "Damn." "I win." Rue answered smugly. "Win what?" Clayton's eyebrow arched. He was at looking at her over his seat, although with that crazy stink eye. Rue slowly leaned over until she was practically nose to nose, her mouth curling in a challenge. "The first one that gets you to say something, wins." She could feel his breath on her lips. C'mon you git, snap out of it. Talk to me. Tease me. Rant at me. Hell, kiss me. Just do something. Clay sighed, turning around in his seat and folding his arms across his chest. Rue felt hurt and sat back as well. What the hell was wrong with him? "What do I owe you?" Mal asked, breaking Rue's sulk. It took her a moment to realize he was referring to their bet. Determined not to let Clay's Ice-Man impression break her mood. "An ice cream." "Ice cream?" Mal looked at to Clay, "She wants ice cream." What she really wanted was to get the hell out of the vehicle so she could regroup and attack the problem with a semi-clear head. The only way to do that was get Mal to pull over. Rue leaned over from the backside where she's been confined, "Yes, ice cream. Or, frozen yogurt. A custard. I cannae have an ale which, trust me, I'd prefer. But you'd have to pour me into my dorm room if hit the local pub. Or back into the infirmary. So ice cream it is." She say Mal's skeptical look. "C'mon mate, a girl's gotta have something to dull the edge." "You sure you want to chance a brainfreeze after the thrashing you just gave it?" And while she was answering Mal's question, Rue purposely directed her response towards Clay. "A wise man once said pain is inevitable. Choosing to suffer through it is a choice." She poked Mal in the arm, "Pretty please. With sprinkles on top?" Mal looked over his shoulder at her, "You're mental. Utterly and completely mental." He shook his head, veering to the right. He cast a sidelong glance at his mate, grimacing briefly as he saw Clay scowl out the window. "So I have been told."

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 2 Commander Ruth Wydown ((This is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. )) A concussion, two passes with the regenerator, and some strong painkillers later, Rue was released from the medical center. Her roommate had taken Rue's land speeder -- not so much because Rue couldn't drive in her condition, but because she'd met a boy totally inappropriate for herself at the medical center and decided to swan off with Rue's ride. This left both Rue and Clayton stranded in the middle of nowhere. Ever the resourceful one, Clay called around and found a friend to pick them up for an unspecified favor. As they sulked across the parking lot towards their amused driver, the argument that had been simmering between consults now boiled over, sloshing on anyone within earshot. "Clayton, stop clucking. I'm fine." "You were almost killed! Lemme help." "Cluck, cluck, cluck." Rue clucked her tongue at him, dodging the 'helpful' arm he was trying wrap around her shoulders. The dodgy maneuver, combined with her altered state caused her to ping off the parked vehicles around her like the bearing in an antique pinball machine. She gamely smiled through the embarrassment. Mentally, she was cursing the medical staff in language that would make a sailor blush. "Bugger." Clay grabbed her around the waist and steadied her. "Easy now." "I'm oh-kay." She stopped abruptly. "Stop helping." "Then why are you swaying?" "Because you won't stand still." "Hon, I am standing still." Clay rested his hands on her shoulders to stop her movement. She wanted to sneak closer to hug him, but doing so now would cause further mother-henness and she knew right where that would lead. The boy was still scared, rightfully so, but she'd be damned if he was going to start wrapping her in bubble wrap before every adventure. She did, however, let him steer him towards the speeder once more. "Why are you so mental?" "I'm mental? *I* am mental?" Clay chuckled. "This coming from a girl who jumped between sails -- mid-flight -- without warning. No harness, no safety net. No nuthin'." "It was either that, or you'd be buzzard bait on the salt flats right now." "Don't remind me," Clay growled. "Rue, you could have killed yourself." She stopped, again, a parking spot down from their ride. "Noooooo, I could have broken a few bones, maybe taken out a tooth or two. But there's no way I would have died. I *know* what I'm doing. You didn't." She crossed her arms. "What the hell were you thinking? It's only your third ride. Even I wasn't stupid enough to try that stunt on my third try." "I wasn't thinking—" "You're right, you weren't thinking. Luckily, I was. So you tell me, which would you rather me choose: A Dead Clay? Or a Bruised Rue?" It was the first time the two of them had publicly acknowledged that Rue had gotten injured not because of some stupid stunt she pulled, as they told the emergency medical team, but because she was trying to save Clayton from a deadly rookie mistake. She had taken out her two best sails and ended up with a flippin' concussion. All she needed was a souvenir t-shirt and life would be complete. It was at that moment she realized she'd pushed too far today. Clayton's pallor took on a shade of white she'd only seen once…on the salt flats as he stared down at her. The guilt on his face was excruciating. She couldn't blame him for being freaked out over what had happened. Hell, she'd freaked out when she realized what trouble he was in. But the difference was, she was ready to move on from the mistake; he hovered protectively over her in a misguided attempt to keep from hurting her again. "Fine, Bruised Rue; let's go." He hissed through his teeth, stomping towards the speeder. "Oh frell." Rue immediately saw the future painted on his back as he walked away. He was going to walk away from this entire mess. They'd get home, he'd promise to call, but no call would come. He'd drop off the face of the Earth. Fine by her, who needed to deal with a nutter like him anyway? In the meantime, why did she feel so compelled to poke a stick at him? "Ha! I know what your problem is." She jabbed the imaginary stick at his retreating arse, then started walking again. His buddy, leaned against the speeder with his arms folded across his chest, watched in amusement as the scene played out before him like a holo-of-the-week. "What problem?" Clayton turned, scowling at her. "You like me." She paused at his confused look. "No, you *like* me, like me. That's the only flippin' reason why you'd be *this* upset over a bonk on the head." "I like you, but I do not *like* you, like you." Clayton protested. With Rue giving Clay a doubtful look, Clayton's friend chimed in. "Oh, yes, he does." Clayton turned and gave his buddy the evil eye, mouthing threats for getting involved. "Bahwaahaaaa!" Rue threw her head back and laughed, distracting both boys to the point where she was able to snag the ignition key from Clay's pal. She twirled the key ring with an authority that indicated that not only did she intend to take control of the argument, but the speeder as well. "You. Can't. Drive." Clay grabbed the key away from her, dangling it in front of her face just out of reach. "Concussion. Remember?" Clayton's satisfied smirk faded when his friend grabbed the key away. "Neither. Can. You. It's my speeder." The young man smiled. "Now that's settled…" Extending his hand, the smile slipped sideways. "Hi, I'm Mal. I'll be your chauffer this evening." Rue grinned, shaking his hand. "Rue." She paused again. "I know you, don't I?" She squinted at him, mentally matching his face to the rolodex of names she'd collected. "Dimetri's party, a month ago. You were Pan's wingman." She glanced over at the stone- faced Clay. Before Mal could answer, Clay growled. "Oh, for the love of God. Let's go." He rudely pushed past Mal to slide into the front passenger seat, slamming the door behind him. "Well, isn't he a laugh." Mal raised a brow, glancing at his friend pouting in the front seat. "Either I've hit the nail on the head, or he thinks I'm flirting with you." Rue answered simply, watching her boyfriend scowl straight ahead. "And are you flirting with me?" She glanced over at tall, dark, and handsome, giving him the once over: Hazel eyes that hinted toward green, high cheekbones and a prominent Roman nose on a wiry, muscular body Not bad looking, really, she thought, and a good catch – for someone else. She shook her head. "No, you're not my type." Mal opened the door for Rue, something Clay should have done, had he not reverted back to adolescence. "I think you scared him, love." "Hasn't he ever broken any bones?" She said this loud enough to carry inside the vehicle. "No. Let's just say he's lead a very... sheltered life." Rue leaned against the door, smiling a bit. "Maybe he can do with a bit of a scare, aye?" The expression Mal's face mirrored her own. "Aye, he could."

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 6 Commander Ruth Wydown ((Last in the series. And a thank you to Charlotte for letting me borrow one of her characters here. It was fun. Again, this is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. )) “Rue? Commander Wydown, can you hear me? Talk to me. Commander? Commander!” Rue Wydown struggled to open her eyes. The weight of her eyelashes was difficult to overcome. “Would you please stop yelling?” she muttered softly just below the universal translator range, slowly opening her eyes to the flashing red lights of the bridge. Everything hurt, and she sincerely meant everything -- even her hair. She knew now that hair could hurt, and it was an unfortunate experience. “Rule Number One, Wydown.” She muttered softly to herself under her breath, trying to get a handle on what was going on around her. “What is that? Gibberish? I wonder if there's any permanent damage?” The panicked voice of someone, male or female Rue couldn’t tell, was breaking that rule: Don’t panic. The shapes around here were blurred and moving far too quickly. The flashing red lights, loud klaxons, too many people talking at once and sudden jolts of the ship disorienting her further. Every now and then someone would bend closer to her face and her brain would signal recognition of the individual not so much by name but by face. As one man bent over her, she smiled slowly at the sound of his voice. A whirring sound could be heard circling her head, familiar, but just beyond her at the moment. “Hang on, Wydown.” He faded back up into the shadowy shapes lurking above her. “It’s not gibberish. It’s from one of the outer-worlds.” “I know you, don’t I?” She muttered again, a lazy smile creeping up on her features. She broke into Federation Standard again. “That thing at the place with that man?” Her eyelashes started to increase in weight once more, but she felt it was important to impart something. What was it? What was she supposed to say again? Wait -- there it was! “Whatcha - Mahom spits.” Rue allowed unconsciousness to claim her once more in its dark embrace. She’d never remember anything that happened between t’Rahks’ ship imploding and waking up in sickbay. Never remembering her run-in on the bridge or the panic she started in her condition.

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 5 Commander Ruth Wydown ((This is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. )) Clayton peeled Rue’s arms away from his neck, then helped guide her to sit next to him. “How’s your head?” “Still attached.” Rue smiled wickedly. “How’s yours?” “According to him,” Clay jerked his thumb at Malcolm’s retreating form, “up my arse.” “I can concur with that diagnosis.” “Does chaos always follow you?” Clay shook his head sadly. “What am I going to do with you?” “Take me as I am.” Rue offered simply. “That’s the part I’m having a wee bit of trouble with, love. I’m not sure I can.” He sighed softly, gently taking one of her hands into his, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. She knew it as compulsive gesture on his part, one he engaged in frequently when they were going to have a serious discussion. She wasn’t even sure he was aware he was doing it. It was like her hand was his personal worry stone. “You’re so…” “Alien?” Rue offered. “You’re not alien. You’re human.” He paused. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.” He tilted his head, studying her for the punch line to the joke. “You’re not part Betazoid or something?” “No,” Rue laughed. “100% Grade-A Human.” “Well, see then—“ “But I am alien too.” To the people around them, this was the point when Clayton and Rue’s discussion took a turn for the weird. They continued to talk over each other and yet understood what the other was saying. It was another odd quirk that even Rue didn’t understand and nine times out of time she was rarely aware that she was even doing it. Neither did he. It also gave those trying to eavesdrop a headache if not whiplash as they tried to follow the duel of words. “—you’re not---“ “Alien-human. I’m from another planet, Clay. Literally. Another planet. We—“ “—alien. Aliens to me are non-humans. Vulcans. Tellurites. Those dudes with the antennas sticking out. Non-humans. Even if you did—“ “—think differently than you do.” “—come from another planet. It does not mean you’re an alien. So don’t say that.” Clay held up his free hand so that he could get an uninterrupted word in. “You know what bugs me? What’s really gotten under my skin. Your attitude. Do you not have any fear a’tall?” His tone reminded Rue of her mother, demanding to know if she had “no shame” after being caught skinny dipping. He scooted closer on the bench, invading the little personal space that Rue had in an effort to make her uncomfortable. Rue, being Rue and alien, merely shrugged. “What you did was…was…was reckless and stupid and terrifying and disturbing and --“ “Scary, worrying, hazardous and nerve-wracking.” “—exactly. Terrorizing. Risky. Imperiling. And did I mention thick?” “Let’s not forget mental. Smashing. Brilliant. Extraordinary. Fantastic.” “Fantastic is not a word I would use.” “But you have to admit it was fab.” Rue grinned. “No, I don’t. It was totally and completely mental.” “But if I hadn’t done it –“ “I’d have been killed.” Clay concluded naturally without thinking about it. After he realized what he said, he shuddered. “And that’s what’s got you scared.” Rue punctuated her revelation with a good natured punch to his arm. One that a mate gave another mate, not like the Barbies of the past. “No,” Clay scowled. Then waivered under Rue’s wicked cat-and-the-canary grin. “Yes -- yes and no. Bollocks! What’s bothering me is the fact that you’re not even fazed by it. My life flashes before me. I watch you in slow motion collapsing, unresponsive for what seems to be a lifetime, bleed over half the salt flats. And you’re like, ‘oh, it’s just another headache. Let’s just go get some ice cream!’” He pulled his hand away from hers and did a mockery of a prissy little girl. “Ruth Thouvenot, you could have died a very messy, bloody death and you’re acting like it’s no big deal. What the hell are you thinking?” Rue simply grinned. “Right now? You don’t have any idea what I’m thinking.” He had a good idea by the look she was giving him. “You think I’m a flaming idiot.” “No I don’t.” She laughed. “Although this” -- she mimicked his prissy little girl action --“was quite entertaining.” Clayton leaned in, staring her down nose to nose. “Then tell me what you’re thinking back there, you daft alien.” “Clayton…” She sighed, laying a hand on his cheek only to have brushed away. She didn’t have to look down to know he’d taken that hand again in his. “I don’t think of death and dying and pain and injury and…whatnot like you do. Where I’m from it’s a part of everyday life. We’re, well, what you’d refer to as survivalists. Although to us, it’s just how we live. The planet I grew up on can be harsh, stark, violent. The word inhospitable doesn’t do it justice. The place is…totally wicked.” She continued with pride about the planet. “But it’s also so, so, so beautiful.” The tone itself was conveying her heartbreak at missing it all. She paused. “But that‘s not the point. The point is, when you go grow up in that atmosphere, you develop a different sense of life and the world around you. Which for someone coming from here” -- she motioned around them generally -- “is going to sound totally alien.” “Think about it. Think back to when you were a little kid. You’re in primary school. Your mother has packed your lunch and…” Rue paused when she saw Clayton pull a face. “Okay, your housekeeper packed your lunch and dropped you safely off at the front steps of school where you promptly got yourself into trouble.” She teased. “Now where I grew up, I was packed off with a lunch, an emergency anti-venom hypo, and a small phaser.” “You’re kidding.” Clay flashed a boyish grin. “No. No I’m not.” She moved her sleeve, showing him a faded crescent shaped scar on her forearm. “Third grade. Attacked by a versitum…a sort of snakey-like reptile. Had to beat it about the head in with my bag to make it let go. In the third grade, Clayton.” She tugged the sleeve back down. “Our parents, all of the adults on the planet, only gave you one warning about what was lurking outside our door. You didn’t listen, you didn’t pay attention, you didn’t come in once piece, let alone. And yet, they didn’t bundle their kids in bubble wrap or send them out into the world with personal force fields. It just the way we do things.” Rue leaned forward again, giving his hand a squeeze. “I don’t worry about it because worrying doesn’t solve anything. Listening. Being aware of your surroundings. Doing your best not to make stupid mistakes. And dumb luck…..that’s what I live by.” Clay looked down and for the first time seemed to realize he was holding her hand. Something was hitting home, but Rue wasn’t quite sure what it was. As he sighed heavily, she continued, using a finger to bring his chin up so she could see his eyes again. “I can tell you what I do fear, however.” “What’s that?” “That someone I care about will be hurt and I didn’t do anything to stop it. That I can’t do anything to stop it.” She searched his eyes. “We…we…we take care of each other where I am from. It’s why I chose StarFleet. And I knew I could make a difference back there. If I didn’t do something, I would have never forgiven myself. But what if I couldn’t have done anything? What if I had to sit back and watch it unfold? Or that I’d freeze up and didn’t act fast enough? God that scares me to death – being unable to even try to help. I can’t just sit there, Clay. It’s not in my DNA. ” Word vomit was what she called it. This insane need to explain what was going on in her head, yet she wasn’t even sure how to explain it herself. She felt her stomach twist as she continued to ramble. “Oh bugger, I don’t know how to explain it.” She watched as Clayton closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. “This is so—“ “Messy?” “Not really the word I was looking for,” he opened his eyes. “That’s what a relationship is. Messy. And scary.” “That’s the word I was looking for.” Clay smirked. “Scary. You scare me sometimes.” “So you’re scared.” She grinned again. “Hell, sometimes you scare me, too. But that doesn’t stop me from well, like-liking you. And I’m willing to jump that cliff if you are.” “Oh yeah? So you like-like me?” Clayton’s boyish grin returned. Rue watched his ego inflate to about three sizes too big. He was giving her that look, that mischievous ‘I’ve got something planned for you’, look. “Yessssss.” Rue’s voice came out as a purr. “But—“ “But? Why is there always a ‘but’ when it comes to girls.” “Are you going to keep freaking out when something weird, unusual, painful, scary, or daft happens?” Clay opened his mouth to give Rue the ‘typical’ optimistic but fraudulent answer to her question. The one that said ‘Sure everything will be just fine & dandy’, when in reality you’d just been dealt a mortal wound. Luckily, he froze when he saw her expectant look. He knew that she knew when he was bluffing. “Because this is guaranteed to get messy.” She motioned between the two of them, waving between what personal space the two of them had. “Truthfully?” “Aye. Best to rip the band-aid off in one swipe. The truth, Wydown.” “Most likely.” He shrugged a little, looking a bit deflated. “Okay.” Rue roped her arms around his neck. “Okay? What do you mean okay?” Clayton raised his brows in confusion, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Most of the women he’d dated would haven’t have just said ‘okay’ as if they accepted this as part of their reality. There would have been more talking, poking, prodding, analyzing feelings or at least an ultimatum thrown in there somewhere. ‘Okay’ was not a normal reaction. She simply shrugged, “You have fair warning that this is going to probably be scary messy and I have fair warning that you’ll probably freak every now and then. Just so we’re clear on expectations.” “Wait, you’re not mad?” “No. Alien, remember?” “Hmmm…I think I might have a thing for alien girls.” Clayton grinned, moving in for a kiss. There was only so long he could sit that close to her and not kiss her. “You Earth boys are so easy.”

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 4 Commander Ruth Wydown ((And yep, there's a bit more...This is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. )) Rue sat on the table top, feet planted where her seat should have been, pretending she was not eavesdropping on Clay and Mal's conversation as they sat at a picnic table behind her. She picked at the banana-mania split slowly, deliberately, so she could allow the two buddies to speak. And so she could plot, of course. "She's not taking this seriously. You have no idea – she's acting like this is all a laugh. Well, I'm not laughing." Clayton Wydown growled, shaking his head. Mal allowed a bite of chocolate amaretto gelato to melt on his tongue, lips pursed. "It's called a coping mechanism, you idiot," he said at length. "Each one of us has one. And each one of them is different -- sometimes very different." "That's not coping." He jabbed in her direction with his cone. "That's torturing. She's torturing me. On purpose. And she knows it." Clayton shifted in his seat to turn around and scowled at the back of his girlfriend's head. She didn't flinch, leading Clayton to believe she wasn't paying them a lick of attention. It figures, just when I want her to listen in, she's on a walkabout in her mind. Clayton turned his attention back to his old school mate. "Regardless of the end result," Alexander said, pausing, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "She deals with things differently. Simply because she's not freaking out the same way you are, doesn't mean she's not... affected... by what happened. If anything, she seems a little more concerned about what nearly happened to your sorry arse." "Is that your clever way of saying she likes me-likes me?" Clay smirked at him, mimicking Rue's middle school jab earlier, listening for an expected squeal of glee, giggle or sigh from the peanut gallery behind him. It didn't materialize, which troubled him. "You have no idea what a nutter she is. Certifiable. I should have listened to you weeks ago." He threw the melting remains of his ice cream into the trash, dabbing at the melted mush on his hands with a used napkin. "And you wouldn't be half as interested if she weren't a nutter." Mal shook his head. "You forget -- I know you, Clay. She's smart; she's funny; she's easy on the eyes. That puts her, oh, pretty well ahead of most of the Barbie dolls your mum tries to set you up with -- and that alone has you interested. You like that she pushes your limits, pushes you out of your comfort zone. But you went a little too far, too fast, and now you're scared." He wiped his own mouth with a napkin. "What gives with your coping mechanism, hmm?" "I don't know what you're talking about." Wydown scowled. Hoping to be forgotten about, Rue sat picking at her sundae. Her cheeks flushed a little while they talk about her, but she didn't alter position or exhibit any other reaction. Of course she did more than like Clayton, but she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him right now. Especially since he was acting like a robotic wind-up toy. She tried to swallow past the lump forming in her throat. He sounded so angry with her. But there was an underlying fear of something that she couldn't put her finger on. If she didn't figure out an opening to insert herself back into the conversation soon, what the heck was she going to do then? Mal folded his arms, leaning forward against the table. His voice dropped an octave and his eyes narrowed as he looked to Clay. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. And the sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner you can save your relationship with her." He stared hard at his friend for a moment longer, eyes hard, lips thinned. The moment passed. Slowly, he offered a slight smile that eventually reached Mal's eyes. "Now, I suggest you have a corpsman to see about your cranial-rectal inversion." "You saying I have my head up my arse?" Clay smirked, relaxing, some of his boyish mannerisms starting to reappear with just one joke at his expense. "If the shoe fits..." Mal raised his ice cream, saluted him with it, and then took the last swallow. "You didn't see her out there, Malcolm." Wydown took a shaky breath. "It was a cluster." He paused. "I mean the part when she saved my life was bloody brilliant. But the rest was just.......bloody." Clayton shuddered. "And how many times have you seen blood in your -- albeit short -- lifetime?" "You mean besides the times when I cut myself shaving?" Mal blinked. "You still use a razor?" "You don't?" He studied him carefully. "No wonder it looks like you took a weed whacker to those sideburns of yours." "You saying my sonic doesn't do a good enough job?" Alexander rubbed his chin experimentally. Thank the goddess. Clayton was starting to sound like his old self again. Rue suppressed a giggle as it sounded as if the conversation was starting to degrade quickly. Her timing might have been off, but Thouvenot felt if she didn't jump in now, she'd lose her nerve. Sliding off the picnic table, she sauntered over quietly, wrapping her arms around Clay's neck from behind. Beneath her arms, she felt Clayton tense up, but she wasn't going to be back down. She laid her chin on his shoulder as she glanced over to Malcolm. "He looks fine to me." She grinned. "Don't take his side." Clay warned. "You'll inflate his ego." Mal snorted. "Too late." He winked at Rue. "See this...this is why I never put the two of you in the same room together. You're gonna start ganging up on me." Clay growled. "You need a little difficulty in your life, mate. We're just here to provide it." "So I see." He rolled his eyes, then glanced at the imp on his shoulder. "You and I need to have a little talk." He glanced at Mal. "Can you give us a few minutes?" "Sure," Alexander said. He rose, tossing his napkin onto the table. "Need to go shake hands with the unemployed, anyway. Back in a tick." "I like him." Rue grinned mischievously. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm afraid of." Clayton felt a sense of impending doom now that he'd introduced his best mate to his best girl.

Pardon Me While I Have a Lil Flashback, Part 1 Commander Ruth Wydown ((This is just some back story about my character and her history, a peek in her head while she's knocked out cold on the bridge/sickbay. The dialogue underlined indicates words spoken in the Ralafean language - translated in English for the reader for the fun of it. :) )) "Rue? Rue, can you hear me? C'mon, love. Talk to me. Rue? Rue!" "Would you please stop yelling?" Rue Thouvenot muttered softly, slowly opening her eyes to the blinding sun. Everything hurt, and she sincerely meant everything -- even her hair. She didn't know how her hair could hurt, but today it did. "Rule Number One, Wydown." "Dear god, she's talking in tongues." The panicked voice of her boyfriend, Clayton Wydown, came from somewhere near her feet. She heard him slide across the gravel up towards her head and his frantic muttering as he moved around. "Bugger! Helps on the way, love. Just hang on. Bloody hell, what if she's got permanent brain damage..." Apparently whatever made perfect sense to Rue had come out to as complete gibberish to Clayton. And she really couldn't blame it on some auditory defect: The Ralafean language she was speaking could be best described as the poor bastard child of a Welsh farmer, a Scottish harpist, and an Irish barkeep, seasoned with a little Monty Python French soldier to confuse the hell out of outsiders. "What's rule Number One?" she repeated, switching to a more universally recognized Federation Standard. "Huh?" "You heard me. Rule One." "Don't panic?" Clay hesitated. "Righty-oh, daddy-oh." Rue sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to stop the world from spinning. They'd only been dating for four….no five weeks. It was the longest relationship Rue had managed, considering her penchant for very scary activities involving long falls, fast speeds, or outright insanity. She seemed to attract the adrenaline junkies, hopped up on the next 'natural' high to show off their 'skillz' and had a shelf life shorter than a loaf of bread. This was the first time she'd actually managed to catch the eye of a 'normal' guy, (well, 'normal' for Rue, which meant he was screwed up in his own special way, too). Unfortunately, this disaster would most likely scare him off. And dammit, she actually liked this one. Liked, liked this one. "Rue, sweetheart, open your eyes. Keep talking to me." There was an implied desperate 'please' in his tone. Opening her eyes, she asked "Where's my helmet?" She hoped to the goddess that he hadn't had a misguided instinct to remove it. Aggravating a head injury - that would really suck. Definitely a stupid move and grounds for an automatic break-up. "You threw it, love." He sounded less panicked, now somewhere above her forehead. She felt something warm and soft being pressed to her forehead and heard him muttered. "I've never seen so much blood." "I did?" Rue asked, surprised. She didn't remember that. Not a good sign. "Aye, lobbed it pretty far too. Nice arm. I thought you were all right, but then you sorta pitched over, and then…." "Don't freak," Rue muttered, hearing the panic creeping back into his voice. She could also hear pounding feet across the salt flats as the other spectators and 'help' headed towards them. "Don't do this to me, love. Stay with me." Clayton bent over her head to she could see his face. The word "FREAKED" was practically tattooed on it. She'd have kissed him for it, if she could have moved. That and, well, he looked shiny without his t-shirt. So that's what he was using to stem the blood flow…. Rue merely arched her eyebrows. "And where the frell do you think I'm going?" She would have shaken her head at him, if he wasn't holding it steady. "Lemme feel the wound, you big baby." She added the last three words in her native language so he wouldn't detect the insult as a crowd started to assemble around them. "Rue, luv, you're talking nonsense." He tried to move her fingers as she tried to probe under whatever cloth he had pressed over her head. "Ralafean." "Rala-whata?" "The language, mate. I'm from Ralafea. What's nonsense to you makes perfect sense to me. I'm not that loopy." She fought her way past his hands to fish around under the cloth and find the cut. "Clay, it's not that bad, maybe a few centimeters at most. Not deep either, but head wounds tended to bleed like a stuck pig. Bettcha I've seen worse in class. Relax, please." "Maybe you could teach me sometime?" Clay was game, but his attempt to keep her talking was rather obvious. "Maaaaybeeee." Rue smiled lazily. "In the meantime, lemme teach you what you're gonna say to the medics when they arrive, aye?"

Here's our chatlog folks. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: When we last left off, Excalibur had just been ambushed by a Romulan light-cruiser, possibly the same one who interupted our "meeting" with the freighter. Questions? Cptn Corizon -> No questions? Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> ::Nearly hits his head against the bulkhead of Gaius' quarters but manages to catch himself:: What in the hell... DervtRahks -> @ tr'Salik> Bring us around for another pass...... Mark Garrison -> ::in the thick of it in the middle of main security, waving out team leaders and deciding who to deploy where:: Rue Wydown -> ::staggering a bit as she leaves the conference room to find out what fresh chaos has decended on us:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, scrambling to direct damage control:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Finds herself on her butt in the middle of the engineering lab.:: DervtRahks -> @ Prepare to decloak and fire on my orders..... Cptn Corizon -> Cloud> ::Follows behind Wydown:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Gaius and frowns:: +Bridge+ Report, what the hell was that? Rue Wydown -> Red alert. Shields up. ::blinks her eyes, holding on to the back railing:: Fae -> +Corizon+ Romulan light cruiser playing hide and go tag. Maryse Dubois -> ::Slowly gets to her feet and dusts off.:: I probably should get to sickbay now... DervtRahks -> <<Very effective cloak!> Fae -> @ :: Continuing evasive maneuvers at warp 2 at red alert :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: By all means. Cptn Corizon -> *edits to be in the hallway for all of that* DervtRahks -> @ H'nah, iehyyak.... Cptn Corizon -> +Fae+ Hell's bells. I am on my way up. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::arching brows at Charlotte as she puts the tray down on the desk, just inside the door:: ::moves to assist:: Are you all right? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I'll get back with you later on our little project. ::Hurries out of ME.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Fine. Nothing wounded but my pride. ::looks at tray:: And possibly the clotted cream. DervtRahks -> ACTION:: The Rihannsu ship decloaks beneath them and fires again at the underside of their port nacelle Rue Wydown -> Hide and go tag, is that what wer'e calling it these days. ::holds the back of her head:: Tac, since if you can target that thing. Let's make them "It" for a change. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::looks at the tray:: Yes, it is done for, I'm afraid. Fae -> @ :: Changes the evasive pattern at the start of the decloak :: DervtRahks -> @ Evasive pattern Dev Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters the TL:: Bridge, emergency command override. Fae -> @ :: Starts including a rolling action in the evaseive to prevent specific targeting :: DervtRahks -> @ tr'Salik, re-engage cloak... Rue Wydown -> Action>The port nacelles have been hit. Tandaris Admiran -> ::watches things light up:: I just repaired those systems! Charlotte Matsumura -> +Garrison+ Matsumura to Garrison. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::coughs:: _You_ did, did you? Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks into sickbay, fortunate to not see a huge group of wounded yet.:: Fae -> @ :: Checks system integrity to make sure she can maintain warp evasive :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters onto the bridge:: Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on. Mark Garrison -> +Charlotte+ Here. DervtRahks -> @ tr'Salik.> Ie Rekkhai....reengaging cloak Victria -> ::Victria's flew over the controls as she assessed the situation, trying to get a target lock on the Romulan ship before it cloaked again.:: Fae -> @ Romulan light cruser popping in and out of cloak. Targeting warp drive. Likes to show up in our lower rear quadrant. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Mark+ Did we find some more souvenirs, or did Fae hit the curb? Fae -> @ Just phasing out now. Rue Wydown -> ::winces a little:: Romulan ship, it's hit us twice now. Port nacelle. ::withdraws her hand, then wipes it against her pant leg:: DervtRahks -> @ H'nah.......be more swift.... Cptn Corizon -> Drop us to impulse and go full evasive, pattern five seven delta nine Cptn Corizon -> Stand by to launch fighters. Fae -> @ :: Drops out of warp, engages impulse five seven delta nine :: Fae -> :: sounds the scramble signal in fighter bay :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes his way to the center seat, looks at Wydown:: This wouldn't happen to be the same Romulan light-cruiser that tried to blow up the freighter, would it? DervtRahks -> @ Top side this time.......prepare to attack... Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::making himself busy with a cuppa, as Charlotte checks in with security:: Mark Garrison -> +Charlotte+ More like the Romulans found us. Head up the the bridge, take auxiliary tactical. I want you to assist Victria, as well as manage the forward defense teams. I'll take the aft teams. Rue Wydown -> Know any other Romulan light-cruisers with a grudge? Charlotte Matsumura -> +Garrison+ Understood. Matsumura out. DervtRahks -> @ H'nah........::ship decloaks and fires again towards the ship, aiming again for the nacelle, but the Lloanna ship was changing course:: Cptn Corizon -> Not that I know of. I have an idea though, call down and have security bring our Romulan friend to the bridge. Tandaris Admiran -> <<Tried? I believe the succeeded, no?>> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Gaius:: ::nods once:: Enjoy... as best you can, anyway. Fae -> He's back again. Victria -> ::Target locks as soon as the Romulan ship decloaks and fires.:: Laarell -> ::starting to wonder exactly what's going on, and why there are Romulans outside firing:: Rue Wydown -> ACTION>Fighter deck doors are jammed by the the missed shot. Cptn Corizon -> ::Tactical:: Fire at anything you can target at. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Shaken, but not stirred? DervtRahks -> Action: Ship takes a heavy hit from the Excalibur Mark Garrison -> ::breathes a small sigh of relief as nearly everyone has mustered out, leaving a handfull of officers to direct and control from main security. Not bad time for being the middle of the shift:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to his cuppa, brows furrowing at the way he's mixed it:: ::in an instant, the expression is gone, and she looks up at him, with a smile that barely touches her eyes:: Something like that. Rue Wydown -> ::seeing double, the viewscreen becoming rather difficult to follow, she mutters under her breath:: Victria -> Already on it, Captain. ::Continues to fire for as long as the Romulan ship was not under cloak, targeting weapons and engines.:: DervtRahks -> @ Get those shields up, or get that cloak engaged....io or the other! Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The Romulans wing the aft launch bay of the Excalibur fighter deck. Mark Garrison -> ::still, no time to savor it. He headed out to engineering, Mr. Admiran his current target:: Fae -> Seem to be targeting fighter bay doors. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::turns and heads out of the "guest" quarters, heading toward the lift and, ultimately, the bridge:: Cptn Corizon -> Likely not intentional, just poor gunman ship. Bring us about. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nodding to the guards posted as she passes them:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Getting a few patients coming in now. She takes the more serious casses as her nurses and techs handle minor injuries.:: DervtRahks -> @ What is the delay with that cloak!? Tactical...fire again.... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping into the lift:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Bridge. DervtRahks -> @ Launch torpedos Fae -> :: goes manual flight, stays evasive while pointing bow towards last position of the enemy :: Cptn Corizon -> Target weapons and engines only. I want them disabled, not destoyed. Mark Garrison -> ::enters engineering, past the several yellow shirts posted outside:: Tandaris! DervtRahks -> ACTION:: Takes two more heavy hits... Cptn Corizon -> ::Wydown:: Have security prep boarding teams. If we disable them, I want to take this ship. Fae -> They seem to be powering up torpedoes. Going gloves off. Rue Wydown -> Aye. ::nods, a mistake to nod, but nods anyway:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::steps out onto the bridge, heading to aux tac with a nod to Victria:: Fae -> :: Pushes to be not in the firing arc of the torpedoes :: Rue Wydown -> +Security+ Bridge to Security. Prep a boarding party asap. Phasers on stun only, we want them alive. Fae -> :: trying to close the range :: Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Understood, we'll be in transporter room one. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::logs into the console, and provides refined targeting information through a few routines she'd programmed previously:: Fae -> :: activating tachyon detection :: Cptn Corizon -> :Holds onto the chair arms, watching the tactical display intently:: Close the range. Stand by counter measures. Cptn Corizon -> ::Wydown:: And where is our 'Romulan' guest? I might just need him... Charlotte Matsumura -> Readying countermeasures. ::tapping commands into the console:: Fae -> Closing Cptn Corizon -> ::Trails off as the Romulan ship strafes Excaliburs foreward bow:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::settling on the edge of the sofa, eyes upward, cup cradled in his hands:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur takes a strafing shot. Mark Garrison -> ::the crazy engineer would have to wait. He issued orders for his best boarding squad to rally at the transporter room, while he made his wait to the armory for a proper change in attire:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: Fires 2 torpedos Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::knew that the ship had already taken a few hard shots, and that the damage was going to be severe:: Fae -> :: Tries to circle round the rom rather than overshoot into arc of aft torpedo tubes :: Rue Wydown -> ::nods a little, comming the security detail with Gaius to have him brought to the bridge asap:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::panel goes into full alert, and launches countermeasures:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: First misses due to the change in course, however 2nd impacts heavily on the Excalibur's forward shields Cptn Corizon -> Kitten's got claws. ::Smirks:: Fae -> @ :: maintains minimum range, trying to avoid Rom's forward and aft firing arcs :: Victria -> ::Noting Charlotte, she nodded, but her attention flicked back to the screen. She alternated phasers with quantums, focusing on their primary weapons array.:: Mark Garrison -> ::knocked around a bit from the impact, as he rushes out of the armory, his favorite rifle bobbing with each step:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur launches countermeasures after the first barage. Rue Wydown -> ::knocked out of the chair because of her low ability to maintain her balence:: Frell. ::holds the back of her head:: Charlotte Matsumura -> LTJG Pierson> ::opening the door:: Tea time will have to wait. The captain is requesting your presence on the bridge. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> So nice of him to call. ::smirks:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Treats a patient with a lacerated arm.:: DervtRahks -> @ Get that cloak fixed hna! Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Wydown:: Commander, are you okay? Fae -> :: having to maintain manual flight control to maintain close range, but tries not to be too predictable. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::places his tea on the coffeetable, and then falls in between the two sec officers:: Mark Garrison -> ::arrives at the transporter room to find the four man team already assembled:: +Bridge+ Boarding team preped. Charlotte Matsumura -> LTJG Pierson> ::takes the fast track to the bridge:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::steps out onto the bridge, flanked by the two JGs from security:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> You rang? Rue Wydown -> ::removes her hand from the back of her head, looking at the blood:: Oh I've had better days, for sure. ::wincing:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Bridge:: See if we can jam their targeting sensors. Fae -> :: Feeds positional information to transporter room, but with shields still up and all sorts of evasives going on, doubt it can happen yet. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::arching one brow, fighting the urge to glance toward tac:: DervtRahks -> @ Continue evasives....::turns to tr'Salik:: At least he could have done was stuck us with a decent crew. Fae -> :: To busy with flight controls to play with jamming... :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping at the console, keeping up with shield levels and defensive measures:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances over:: My favorite Romulan impersonator... Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Your only one, as far as I can figure. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles fangily:: I have an idea, but I am going to need your help to pull it off. Laarell -> Kahrak> ::sets up a wide-range jam on the Romulans:: Done, Sir. Mark Garrison -> ::paces around anxiously, waiting for the call:: Fae -> :: thinks ideas are good. :: DervtRahks -> @ Bring us around, and fire again..... Cptn Corizon -> ::Gaius:: Remember what we talked about earlier? Victria -> Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> ::Readying himself for the boarding part, checking phasers.:: Fae -> :: Tries to stay inside the romulan's turn :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::nods once:: Fae -> :: Willing to back off a little on speed in order to get better turning radius :: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Status of the boarding team? ::her voice sounding a off, moving to the back railing again:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::still wary of trusting him, but has his own reasoning:: Cptn Corizon -> We're going to try and disable the Romulan ship, when we do, I want you to see if you can talk the Romulan captain into surrendering herself. Think you're up for it? Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Preped and ready to go. ::frowns slightly at her tone:: Victria -> ::Her lips drew back off of her fangs as she fired off the phaser pulse cannon at their targeting systems.:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: CLOAK Re-engages ..... Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> One hell of a bluff. DervtRahks -> @ Evasive..... Fae -> Cloaking! Fae -> :: Starts looking for ion trails and tacyons :: Cptn Corizon -> I like to play dangerously ::grins:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> <m> So I noticed. Fae -> :: Extends the range a bit, then turns bow back in towards where she vanished :: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Fantastic. I'll give you a mark. Have the transporter room on standby. ::speaking through her teeth:: Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Understood. Mark Garrison -> ::looks around:: You heard the lady, on the pad! DervtRahks -> @ ::turns to tr'Salik:: Report? Cptn Corizon -> Waters, bring us around. Fae -> Coming round... Victria -> ::Growls, still firing at the Romulan ship even as it cloaks and beyond, sending off random strikes from the phasers.:: Cptn Corizon -> Tactical fire all phasers at zero, 30, 60, and 90 degree elevations. Fae -> I'm working towards bow to the vanishing point? Cptn Corizon -> Target any impact. DervtRahks -> @ tr'Salik> It won't hold long...we've taken damage and we're going to be visible eventually Fae -> :: pretty sure she understtod the order right :: Cptn Corizon -> Put us ahead of the vanishing point. They're likely trying to put space between us. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shakes her head, seeing Victria still firing, and hearing her growl:: DervtRahks -> @ Z Axis.......... Cptn Corizon -> They know a Romulan light-cruiser isn't a match for an Akira-class... Fae -> :: Compensates assuming she continued straight, knows she didn't, but doesn't know which zig she made :: DervtRahks -> @ ::immediatley above the Excalibur, launches a torpedo straight down on top of them:: Rue Wydown -> ::deep breath, holding on to the railing with a white knuckled grip:: Mark Garrison -> Lt. Geoff Pearson>::standing next to Vinny, who was next to Pauly, who was next to Mark:: Fae -> :: Ends evasives for the moment, but will resume as soon as the decloak comes :: Victria -> Incoming! ::Launches countermeasures to the torpedo, clutching her console.:: Mark Garrison -> ::glances back:: Would you three stop looking at eachother like that? Fae -> :: Restores evasives :: DervtRahks -> @::drops cloak to fire, but having trouble reengaging:: Cptn Corizon -> Hard to port, y-axis! Fae -> :: goes hard port :: Victria -> ::A quantum barrage followed, streaking at the Romulan ship.:: Fae -> :: Again tries to get out of the torpedo firing arc :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::grabbing a console, knowing the barrage is about to hit:: Victria -> Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> Sorry, sir. ::on the transporter pad, trying not to look nervous.:: Rue Wydown -> ACTION>The ship takes a hit, minor but shields dropped in effiency. DervtRahks -> @ ::turns to tr'Salik, seeing him shaking his head:: DervtRahks -> @ Get the shields up then... Fae -> :: Extends the range just a bit, then turns in to give Victria a clean shot :: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur launches a barage of quantum torpedoes at the Romulan ship. Mark Garrison -> Pauly> ::glances up as the transporter room shakes mildy from the hit:: I wish they'd just cut the tension and send us already. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looking at shields, attempting to compensate for the hit they just took:: Victria -> ::Takes full advantage of Fae's flying, targeting Romulan propulsion:: DervtRahks -> @ :::Raises shields just in time to take the hit:: but it knocks out several of the Romulan's system Laarell -> Kahrak> ::looks over at tactical:: Fae -> :: goes into a weaving pattern, evasive, staying out of firing arcs if possible, waiting on torpedo reload times before making another firing pass :: Cptn Corizon -> Bring us around. Stand by another barage, prep tractor beams. DervtRahks -> @ Target them....., full weapons spread.... Cptn Corizon -> We need to end this before someone notices all the weapons fire. Fae -> :: Comes out of evasive briefly to give Victria another clean shot :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::prepping the tractor beam, knowing Vic will handle the weaps:: Victria -> ::Continues to hammer the Romulan ship with the phasers and a barrage of torpedoes, using the phaser cannon as they close in.:: Fae -> :: Goes evasive again, but presses another stafing run in close :: Fae -> :: Then breaks away highly evasive after the close pass :: Rue Wydown -> ::feeling sick to her stomach at all the dodging and weaving, knowing that can't possible be good, holds the back of her head again:: C'mon you bloody gits. Fae -> :: Gives loaders a chance to cycle, glances at Corizon, ready for another un :: Cptn Corizon -> Bring us about. Charlotte Matsumura -> Tractor beams prepped. Fae -> Coming around an in. DervtRahks -> @ Move off....evasive Cptn Corizon -> Lock tractor beams and open hailing frequencies. Fae -> :: Finishes the turn... repeats a variation of the last pass, not wanting to be quite predicatable :: Fae -> :: Opens the hail :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::making an impromptu seat against one of the consoles:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::straightens, smoothing down the front of his tunic:: DervtRahks -> @::feels tractors grabbing the ship:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Wydown:: Stand by with the boarding party. Fae -> :: continues the firing pass... a little slower this time, intending to give the cannon more of a chance to pound :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::clears his throat, and moves to stand a step behind the captain:: Rue Wydown -> They're locked and loaded. Transporter room is on standby. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::locks on tractor beams:: Fae -> :: Slows to match speeds as the tractor tries to latch :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Ship is in tow. Cptn Corizon -> +Romulan ship+ This is Captain Ah-Windu Corizon of the USS Excalibur to Romulan vessel. You have been heavily damaged and we have a tractor beam locked on. Surrender now. Fae -> :: blood is up. Waiting for Victria to fire :: DervtRahks -> @ tr'Salik...on screen Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::grasping his hands behind his back, feet shoulder-width apart:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Gaius:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Lowly:: You ready? DervtRahks -> @ +Lloann'en-Galae ship. Au are illegally hrrau the Neutral Zone...au far in violation of treaty. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::quietly, lips barely moving:: Just get to it, already. DervtRahks -> @ +Corizon+ Au must cease this action at once and return to au own quadrant Victria -> ::Stays weapons while they have tractor lock, though keeps a target lock on the Romulan weapons systems.:: Fae -> :: wonders why romulan ships illegally in the neutral zone tend to use that line? :: Fae -> :: with prime engines idling, gives some extra power to tractors :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances toward the screen... as she turns her attention back to her console, sees blood on the back of Rue's head:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::frowns:: Cptn Corizon -> +Rahks+ We don't recognize your authority, nor should you be one to talk about that as you opened fire on us, inside of the neutral zone. Secondly, we know you're not working for the Galae. Mister Argelian, would you care to take over here? DervtRahks -> +Corizon+ And au are na quite working for au Galae either I imagine, being fahd where au are..... Cptn Corizon -> ::Motions to Gaius to take over:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::stepping forward:: I would sincerely hope you would comply with Captain Corizon's request, Enarrain t'Rahks. DervtRahks -> +Excalibur+ I see au have a pet on a leash? Rue Wydown -> ::frowning, watching the viewscreen interaction:: <m>C'mon, a little chin waggin and we'll have distraction to unleash the hounds. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> And you are off yours. You are in violation of the same treaties, t'Rahks. Stand down, and I will see you are treated to a fair trial. ::lopsided smirk:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Doesn't react:: DervtRahks -> +Excalibur+ I did na realize au dressed au pets and allowed them to speak for au...and au::: looking at the Rihannsu:: What is au part hrrau this? Cptn Corizon -> ::types a note to Wydown to have the team ready to beam over:: Fae -> :: starts to calm down a little :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> I am... consulting. And offering assistance in dealing with less than, shall we say, reputable representation? Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Go for departure. ::voice quiet, strained a bit:: DervtRahks -> +Excalibur+ Continue...::motioning for trSalik to get to work on those repairs....fast Cptn Corizon -> +Rahks+ We know that you're part of the weapons smuggling. Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ ::w:: Understood. Victria -> ::Peers at the screen for a moment, then back down to her systems, waiting for another chance to fire. If needed.:: DervtRahks -> @ ::narrows eyes:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> These actions do not speak of the honor with which you have served the Empire. I recognize that there might be... mitigating circumstances -- perhaps some coersion -- behind your actions? DervtRahks -> @+Excalibur+ Perhaps Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Perhaps we might come to a mutual agreement, then? But first, you must agree to stand down. DervtRahks -> @::wondering how he knows of this: DervtRahks -> @ ::tr"Salik nods that most systems are down:: DervtRahks -> @ ::decides to stall:: Vriha menkha.....we will power down weapons to talk, if au will do the same Cptn Corizon -> << we're going to go to around 1115 tonight, just a heads up guys >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::passes a sidelong glance to Corizon:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods, also nods to Wydown:: Rue Wydown -> ACTION>Security team from Excalibur are beamed over to the Romulan ship somewhere near the recreation facility. Cptn Corizon -> Lower shields and power down weapons once the Romulans do. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::at tactical, waiting for the appropriate orders:: DervtRahks -> @::taps a few commands into the ISD padd rhae the arm of her chair:: Mark Garrison -> ::shimmer shimmer:: DervtRahks -> @ Lower shields, power down weapons.....but keep them at the ready... Rue Wydown -> ::exhales softly, holding the railing again for support:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::reading her body language, not fully convinced, but taking her at her word for the moment, even if warily:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: Unfortunately for the Rihannsu, the Etreeh was somewhat damaged and the intruder alert does not engage DervtRahks -> Shields and weapons power down Victria -> @ Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> ::Beams over with the team, phaser rifle at the ready.:: Cptn Corizon -> +Rahks+ If you can help us bring this conspiracy to light and end it, we can make sure that you are given a fair trial. ::He didn't bother to say 'in the Federation':: Mark Garrison -> ::hand signals to fan out a little bit:: +Rue+ Transport successful, we are onboard the Romulan ship. Orders? Mark Garrison -> ::Pauly and Vinny move to cover the rear while Geoff takes point:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<I like the implication that ordinarily we _don't_ give fair trials.>> DervtRahks -> @ If we are to help, then we are to go free Cptn Corizon -> +Rahks+ I cannot gaurantee you amensty ::looks to Gauis:: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Capture the Romulan crew alive. Once you have the crew subdued, we'll take control of the ship. DervtRahks -> @ Action:: Rihannsu dheno spot the Lloannen and begin to fire at them Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Nor can I. But I can ensure that the persons responsible are not... available... to create further issues. Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Underst--::comm cuts off from weapons fire:: Mark Garrison -> Return fire! ::gets behind cover:: DervtRahks -> @ Au authen...too much.... Fae -> Weapons fire aboard the rom. Victria -> @ Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> ::Fires at will, taking cover and stunning Romulans.:: DervtRahks -> @ If I give au the information au need, then I want au information as well, and to be turned over to our Galae... Fae -> :: maps the location of the fire on a small corner of the main screen :: DervtRahks -> @ACTIONl: AT takes out 2 guards Cptn Corizon -> +Rahks+ If you give me the information I want, I will promise to make sure that everything we've found is turned over to the Romulan government as well ::pauses:: and that you are turned over to your own people. Rue Wydown -> @Ens Kenny>::taking a knee, phaser rifle at his shoulder, following the hand motions telling him where to position himself in the raid:: DervtRahks -> @ I know my place with them, and will take my chances ....::sees one of her blackmailers men raising from his seat to stop her:: DervtRahks -> @Na! ::turns and fires at him, and turns to take otu another::: Cptn Corizon -> ::Had not expected for this to go so well, wouldn't have sent an AT to take the ship if he had:: Mark Garrison -> @::signals the team to take a retreating path, he'd try to swing around. He didn't have the men or the firepower for a drawn out firefight, he had to take the bridge:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Blinks at the weapons fire on screen:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::glancing sidelong to Corizon, noting that he didn't read the full file he had secured:: DervtRahks -> @ +Excalibur+ We'll talk more later..... Fae -> :: Sends beaming coordinates for this Rahks to TR1, but doesn't say energize :: DervtRahks -> @::hears weapons fire in the corriidor:: +Excalibur+ What have au done!? Cptn Corizon -> ::Blanches:: +Rahks+ Call it a back up plan. DervtRahks -> @::hits control on ISD and beams site to site:: Rue Wydown -> @Ens Kenny>::nods, moving to his next position, rifle at the ready:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::mutters a very not-nice word:: Mark Garrison -> @::running and gunning his team towards the bridge:: DervtRahks -> @ ::rematerialized by her fighter:: Etrehh....implement t'Rahks Dev Dev. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> She's running. DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: ETREEH IS COUNTING DOWN FROM 30...IN RIHANNSU... Cptn Corizon -> ::Mutters something in Dameon that sounded like a growling dog:: Victria -> @ Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> ::Moves up, taking out targets on maximum stun.:: Rue Wydown -> Ens Kenny>::runs like a kid with jello for legs:: Mark Garrison -> @::Kenny takes a shot in the chest. Unfortunetly, plasma doesn't have a *stun* setting:: Cptn Corizon -> Lock transporters on everyone on that ship. Beam the Romulans into secure areas and our people to safety. Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes a note to be more confident in diplomacy:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::now, looking back at tactical:: ::opens his mouth to speak, but realizes it's not his ship, and snaps his mouth closed:: Rue Wydown -> Ens Kenny> ::dead::: DervtRahks -> <well, I just errased my line killin him> Fae -> +Transporter rooms+ Full recall. Get our people off, and everyone else to a secure area. Victria -> @ Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> Oh my god, they killed Kenny! Those bastards! ::Fires like a wild man.:: DervtRahks -> Etrehh...Dev ..... Mark Garrison -> @::watches Kenny fall as Geoff breaches the bridge:: DervtRahks -> @::launches Fighter:: Fae -> :: Makes ready to open the range :: Fae -> Figher away. Rue Wydown -> Rue>::bows her head, trying to control her double vision:: Mark Garrison -> @::curses, before glancing around, upon the sound of the countdown:: Is that a countdown, countdowns aren't good! Fae -> +Transporter rooms+ Now or sooner! Cptn Corizon -> << rahks, IM >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::looks to Fae:: Capture the energy signature of that vessel. Mark Garrison -> ::holding off their pursuers with Beckman while Geoff, Pauly and Vinny secure the bridge:: Mark Garrison -> @ Laarell -> (lmao) Fae -> :: captures signature and coursee :: Laarell -> (Stole my line, Victria...) Rue Wydown -> Beam them out there, now. Victria -> @ Lt. (jg) Louis Beckman> ::Seething, wanting to bump up the stun setting to kill.:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Transporters activate, but can only get at one time the AT and the Bridge Crew. Fae -> :: Holds finger on the out of here button :: Charlotte Matsumura -> <<Fae, IM>> Fae -> <Noted> Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> AT is beamed to the transporter pad, bridge crew is beamed to secure holdings DervtRahks -> @ Rihannsu ship explodes in a magnificent fireball Charlotte Matsumura -> <<thx>> Cptn Corizon -> Pursuit course on that fighter. DervtRahks -> before excalibur shields are raised Fae -> :: hits the get out of here, a bit too late... :: Fae -> :: Tries to veer to pursue the fighter, but is checking damage control :: Rue Wydown -> ::as the shockwave hits the ship, Rue finally looses her balence and ends up sliding across the back of the bridge, this time down for the count: DervtRahks -> ACTION: LONG RANGE SENSORS ON EXCALIBUR PICK UP A D'DERIDEX SHIP UNCLOAKING NEARBY Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::knocked on his [censored] as the ship is rocked:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> Big boy.... Fae -> :: paused :: Laarell -> ::paused:: Rue Wydown -> Ruh roh. Rue Wydown -> and RIP Kenny. Laarell -> omg they killed Kenny Fae -> Should have sent in Kent. Rue Wydown -> It was either that or Doty. Cptn Corizon -> Well, that went well! Cptn Corizon -> Sorry we ran a bit long, but wanted to get that all in. Cptn Corizon -> I'll announce TBS in an e-mail later this week. Want to make sure I have all my ducks in a line before I do it. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Fae -> Do you intend to take the D'Deridex next? DervtRahks -> No, you're no match for Talon Rue Wydown -> Probably not a good idea to take on that D'Deridex Cptn Corizon -> And certainly not in our condition. Cptn Corizon -> Although, given who's in command of it... Victria -> I hear the Enarrain is a bit of a pretty boy wuss. DervtRahks -> The XO is hot though Cptn Corizon -> Speaking of which, any of you who aren't on Talon and would like to come play Thursday, we'd love to have you. They'll be picking up right there when where we left off. Cptn Corizon -> And I will have a full summary for you all in the mail over the weekend of what we do on Thursday. DervtRahks -> <and we prob dont' need to keep you for the whole sim> Tandaris Admiran -> Michael> Ana! They have something that tastes like chicken! Tandaris Admiran -> Hahaha, wrong window. Cptn Corizon -> LOL Cptn Corizon -> Again thanks to our SGV! Cptn Corizon -> Have a good week guys and look forward to seeing many of you later this week! DervtRahks -> Hann'yyo, it's been a pleasure firing upon au Charlotte Matsumura -> ::chuckles:: Mark Garrison -> Night everyone Cptn Corizon -> Night all. I'll be on aim for a little bit if anyone needs me! Rue Wydown -> Night all :) DervtRahks -> Bedah Charlotte Matsumura -> Available on AIM as well, if needed. At least for a little while. Charlotte Matsumura -> Later, folks! Excalibur_March_6_2011.txt

Here's our chat log. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Via a late log, Corizon has finished a conversation with one of the freighter crewman, Mikey, that had some interesting reveals in it. Security is dealing with the fall out of their little altercation while the Marines and the Major just found the crates full of weapons. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Rue Wydown -> So if there's not questions. Let's rock and roll. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Rue Wydown -> ::leans against the wall of the lift on the way to the bridge, mulling over some things in her mind:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::after a brief stop to arrange meals for their guest, confined to quarters, heads for main security:: Cptn Corizon -> ::on his way to Gauis' quarters, stops outside the door waiving off the security guards before tapping the doorbell:: Mark Garrison -> ::mulling about in his office:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::freshening up, lips pursed as he mulls over the current situation, and what information he'd discovered:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay able to walk around freely now.:: Victria -> ::Victria had returned to security and stood in the brig area, peering at their guests.:: Rue Wydown -> ((lots of mulling tonight)) Rue Wydown -> ::pushes off of the wall as the door opens and exits out on to the bridge:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::brows furrow at the chime:: ::heading back into the main rooms:: Enter! Cptn Corizon -> ::Taking a deep breath, Corizon entered the room:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in his office, pre-mulled:: Fae -> :: At Ops, keeping an eye on things :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::sees that it's Corizon, is less than impressed:: Ah. It's you. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> I thought we'd completed our... discussions. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles:: As I said then, for the time. DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik, I want that ship found. and I want it dev siuren ago. ssuej-difv ? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::gestures to a seat:: I'd offer you something to drink but... ::smirks:: Rue Wydown -> Helm. I've got a set of coordinates we're going to take. ::transmits the coordinates from her padd to the helm station:: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Ie Rekkha, ssuaj-ha Fae -> :: punches said coordinates in and plots a course, checking for obstructions that might make detours advisable. :: Fae -> Plotted. Victria -> ::Seeing that everything was under control, she entered Main Security and stepped into Mark's office.:: Dare I ask what went on after I left? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::enters main security, heading to the watch desk to make an entry:: Rue Wydown -> Engage, warp 2. ::sitting back in the hot seat:: Cptn Corizon -> I'd tell you I was on duty, but... Mark Garrison -> ::frowning:: Nothing good. ::sighs:: Corizon is all interested in doing a formal inquiry into our actions. Something about you shattering that guys leg, and me shooting everyone. Mark Garrison -> ...or something. Fae -> Warp factor two.... Engaged. Fae -> :: Does so :: Fae -> @ :: Verifies the deflector system can handle the nebula dust :: Fae -> :: Watches various systems to confirm life is good. :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sipping tea and staring at the wall as he listens to Klingon opera composed by a Bolian:: Rue Wydown -> ::glances at the yeoman, smiles and requests a cup of tea, still trying to get the pieces of the puzzle to fit in their correct slots;: Victria -> ::She arched a brow.:: I shattered his leg? He must be very fragile. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> We already know we don't do small talk well, so why don't you tell me what's on your mind? ::seating himself on the sofa, watching Corizon:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::makes an entry, annotating the prisoner transfer to quarters confinement, and prescribed meals:: Mark Garrison -> Apparently. ::frowns:: I don’t suppose a court martial would bother you much. Victria -> ::She laughed, genuinely amused.:: Maryse Dubois -> With Dr. Agura put in charge of Mikey and the rest of sickbay for the moment, she grabs her little side project from the office and exits sickbay.:: Victria -> The man is fortunate that I did not kill him. Rue Wydown -> +Cloud+ ::takes a deep breath:: Major, when you're done with your investigation, please let me know. I'd like to see you in the conference room. Major Cloud -> +Wydown+ Of course. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirks:: I've never been accused of being much for small talk. Victria -> We did not know what sort of threat we would be facing when we boarded. One of them attacked Matsumura. Any or all of them may have been armed. Cptn Corizon -> Listen, I know and you know that neither of us is going to tell the other one of us the whole truth about anything that either of us is up to. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::that entry done, settles in at one of the workstations and begins pulling some sources:: Mark Garrison -> So you were provoked then? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::says nothing, only nodding once to concede the point:: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik, I want that ship found, and soon, am I clear? They managed to get some of those crates off au said, and we can't have that traced back to our....::snears with disdain:: employer... Victria -> He surprised me. He might have been a threat to the mission. Maryse Dubois -> ::After a short TL ride, she finds herself in Main Engineering. Hears something awful coming from the office.:: Is that Klingon Opera? ::Shudders as she walks to the office door and chimes.:: Tandaris Admiran -> Come in! DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Ie Rekkhai, search pattern and last trajectory we should be able to narrow thier location down to a small area Maryse Dubois -> ::Enters into the office, cringing a bit.:: Rue Wydown -> ;:looking over the reports:: <m>So far we have protocol breaches, two different intel operations, a broken leg, stunned prisoners and a medic in severe need for self-defense training. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Tandaris Admiran -> Computer, pause music. Mark Garrison -> Well thats reason enough for me. I have to prepare a report about this anyway. If you believe he was a threat that's what I'll put. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: What brings you to ::looks around:: engineering, yes . . . what brings you to engineering? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::downloading some of the information onto a PADD, picks it up and begins pacing so she can think:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Slight sigh of relief.:: You know the genuine stuff is much...easier on the ears. ::Walks up to Tandy, opening her palm which has the tiny probe in it.:: This. Cptn Corizon -> So, I am going to propose we end this brinkmanship. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::reading over some of the information on the PADD, pauses, frowning, looks toward Garrison's office:: Victria -> ::Thinks it would be very ironic, indeed, if she were reported for a broken leg on *this* mission.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shakes her head more to herself than anything:: Cptn Corizon -> My name is Ah-Windu Corizon, I am a senior field operative for ATAG. I am on a mostly unauthorized mission to uncover weapons smuggling. Sitting in my sickbay is a man who I can basically confirm has at least some connection to some brand of the clandestine services and is apparently helping this smuggling going on. Major Cloud -> ::Arrives on the bridge:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at Maryse's palm and the device atop it:: Is that ... Rue Wydown -> ::drums her fingers against the armrest as she reads her PADD:: Victria -> ::She took a seat, crossing her legs.:: What questions are they raising about prisoner treatment? Maryse Dubois -> It one of the little bugs our friends from the Republic recently encountered. Commander Wydown gave it to me to study. I found out what it does, but she wants us to work together in finding a defense for it. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::lips twitch as he fights a smile:: Yes, I knew who you are -- your reputation precedes you. As to the man in your sickbay...his information is a bit of a surprise, but also somewhat expected. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> But you already know that, having reviewed the information I provided you. Mark Garrison -> Oh, I threatened to sedate them all. I don't think I was going to do it. They were being extremely annoying though. Complaining about space lawyers and such. And then they tried to escape, and I shot Maryse. Then everyone else got stunned...and...yeah. Mark Garrison -> That’s about it. Cptn Corizon -> To complicate that, I have another Starfleet Intel agent in my custody. Tandaris Admiran -> I see. Cptn Corizon -> Who's not been remotely forth coming about his mission. Victria -> They took the doctor as a hostage? ::She nodded knowingly.:: Common practice to shoot the hostage. Cptn Corizon -> Other than to provide me just enough information to keep me from spacing him. Not that I blame him. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Yeah the aliens plant these in you. It connects to your nervous systems and gives you nasty little jolts that paralyze or do much much worse. Mark Garrison -> I just stunned her, so worst she'll have is a headache. Still...this is just spiraling out of control. We're just flying around the neutral zone, causing incidents. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::crossing to Garrison's office, tapping on the doorframe:: Apologies for interrupting... Mark Garrison -> ::pulls himself out of a facepalm:: Yes? Victria -> Actually, that does not sound any different than usual... ::She trailed off, looking to Charlotte.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::interlaces his fingers, watching Corizon with a steayd expression:: Charlotte Matsumura -> I simply wanted to report that our guest has been secured to quarters, and meals have been arranged. Tandaris Admiran -> For control purposes? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Tandaris Admiran -> What sort of scale of defense are we looking at? Mark Garrison -> Good. Learn anything interesting? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> And your point? Cptn Corizon -> So, now that I've told you something about what I am doing here, why don't you tell me something about what you're doing here. Cptn Corizon -> What you're really doing here. Maryse Dubois -> I wasn't told exactly, just that I was recommended to see you. Tandaris Admiran -> ::stands up, scratches his head:: How do they reach their targets and infiltrate the body? Rue Wydown -> ::glances to the officer manning the science station:: Can you adjust long range sensors. We might be looking for a needle in a haystack out here even if these coordinates are correct and I'd like a cleaner magnifying glass. Major Cloud -> ::Exits onto the bridge, heading for Wydown:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> The information I've given you should more than tell you what I'm doing here. I entered Romulan space in hopes of tracking more information regarding the smuggled arms that you yourself have been chasing. Cptn Corizon -> Officially, or unofficially? Maryse Dubois -> My best guess is inhalation. But there could be a couple other options as well. Tandaris Admiran -> ::reaches out:: May I? 56:44 Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> Let us say that it's a gray area -- I'm well within my authority to engage in covert operations, but I received no orders from on high. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gently places the device in his hand.:: Cptn Corizon -> So we're basically operating in the same general area. Tandaris Admiran -> Hmm ... looks like some kind of polycarbonide composite ... probably powered chemically ... ::walks past Maryse and out of his office:: Rue Wydown -> ::quietly to herself:: If this information is correct and not something diverting from the Romulan running the show. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> So it would seem. Charlotte Matsumura -> I'm afraid not. Maryse Dubois -> ::Watches him leave and then follows soon after.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Victria:: Though you'll be disappointed to know they've no Romulan recipes in the cafe beyond that horrid coffee concoction... Mark Garrison -> ::frowns slightly:: Very well. Thank you Charlotte. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::smirks:: Mark Garrison -> ::glances back to the padd on his desk:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane! I need the spectrographic schematizer, the antisymmetric ionic inducer, and lunch! Victria -> ::She snorted.:: A pity, that. He deserved something of "home". Charlotte Matsumura -> And, sir, just so you know -- the action our guest took? Taking a swing at me? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::back to Garrison:: Mark Garrison -> ::regards her:: Yes? Cptn Corizon -> When this is all over, I think you and I need to have more of a talk. But I needed to know that before I went any further. Tandaris Admiran -> ::puts the probe down on a workbench and turns around, pleased to see Maryse has kept up:: Although these are not biological in nature, my first thought is to use the transporter biofilters to screen for them. Charlotte Matsumura -> It was planned. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: That would certainly help if an away team were to get tagged by these. Charlotte Matsumura -> I'd thought to impress upon our other guests that we might not deal as they expected us. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::arrives with the aforementioned equipment:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::rueful smile:: I had no way of knowing it would be, shall we say, overcome by events. Tandaris Admiran -> ::places the probe in the schematizer and brings up the biofilter controls on an adjacent console:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns at Lane:: What about lunch? Victria -> They did not seem to notice. ::Based on what Garrison told her.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> I simply wanted to clarify, as I know there is some question as to our conduct. Rue Wydown -> ((your assistant brings lunch too?)) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: I noticed that, as well. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Do you want to start doing your departmental reports again? Maryse Dubois -> ::Gently rubs her temple as she watches Tandy work.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks down at his feet:: No . . . Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> That's what I thought. ::goes back to her desk, on which the pile of PADDs that should probably be on Tandaris' desk has grown even larger:: Mark Garrison -> ::nods:: We have to follow the rules breaking the law. Very well, I'll see that it's added to my report. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Understood. Rue Wydown -> ::shifts in her seat again, deep breath:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods once to Mark, then to Victria, then heads back to the watch desk:: Fae -> :: Glances behind just in case the deep breath might be redirected at her :: Fae -> :: Glances also at Cloud :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: Do you have any additional data? Scans? Anything that might help us see how these operate? Major Cloud -> You wanted to see me Commander? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods, producing a PADD.:: Here's all I have. Victria -> It was a very odd thing... ::She said absently, looking to the door after Charlotte left.:: Mark Garrison -> ::sighs, returning his attention to Victria:: Whats that? Cptn Corizon -> ::turns to leave:: Rue Wydown -> Aye. ::motions to the conference room:: Let's go in here for a moment. Tandaris Admiran -> Excellent. ::takes the PADD and dumps it into the computer:: In addition to the biofilter defense, perhaps there is a way to disable the device on site. Some sort of specialized EM pulse configured to damage its nerve induction capabilities.... Victria -> The way she worked out the diversion with our not-so-Romulan guest. ::Her gaze swung back to Mark.:: There was no anger or surprise. He knew what she had planned without her saying it. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: Do you know if these were difficult to remove from an afflicted specimen? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping a console, digging through some old databases for some esoteric information, brow furrowed:: Maryse Dubois -> But if the device is chemically powered, would an EMP work? ::Shrugs.:: I imagine it took intensive surgery to remove. Mark Garrison -> So what...he just "read" her? ::brow furrows:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::frown:: Of course, if whoever designed this devious little mechanism was at all intelligent, the device would be protected against such an obvious method of attack. ::stares down at it:: It'd probably terminate the host even as it shut down. Tandaris Admiran -> ::watches the schematizer produce a detailed 3D blueprint of the device:: Victria -> Something like that. Perhaps body language. I do not believe he is telepathic. ::She pondered that for a moment, then rose.:: Well, I shall leave you to your reports. Rue Wydown -> ::waiting until they've entered the conference room:: So, tell me about those crates in the hold. Mark Garrison -> Mmm...::he pondered for a moment, before looking up at her:: That reminds me, want to be Chief of Security? Mark Garrison -> ::smirks:: Victria -> ::Fanged grin.:: Not a chance. Cptn Corizon -> ::Stands and heads to leave:: Forgive me if I was little... rough to start with. Have a good day. Cptn Corizon -> ::Heads for the door:: Tandaris Admiran -> No, we can't deactivate the device while it's still attached to the host. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::leveling a gaze at his retreating form:: ::allows him to leave without another comment:: Mark Garrison -> Pity. ::fake frowns:: Oh, find out where were traveling at low warp anyway while your out there. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::after the doors close, shakes his head with a deep sigh:: Bloody bugger. Tandaris Admiran -> That means we'll need to block its signals to the nervous system on the host's end while fooling the device with false feedback until it can be removed surgically, or via the transporter if that method is viable. Mark Garrison -> I'll be busy :: points at padd:: saving everyones careers. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: That would be more your department than mine, Doctor. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances at the time, purses her lips:: Maryse Dubois -> ::nods.:: Maryse Dubois -> Perhaps I can find a way to chemically fool it. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to her PADD, clears all the security data, and downloads the last news feeds the ship collected before entering Romulan space:: Victria -> Do not bother on my account. ::Wryly. She nodded and turned, heading back into security.:: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Rekkhai, I think I have something....ie...there.... DervtRahks -> # Engage cloak.... Mark Garrison -> ::frowns once his office doors close, as he returns his attention to the padd:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::rises, and heads for the crew lounge, inkling of an idea rattling around in her head:: Tandaris Admiran -> The sensory I/O is very basic. It's obviously not designed for complex information transfer. Output pain, take in low-level electric signals to ensure it's still connected to a living body. DervtRahks -> # Bring us around behind them, underneath.... DervtRahks -> # Power to weapons.... Fae -> :: Continuing on at Warp 2 :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping into the lift, scrolling through the PADD, though her mind isn't really comprehending what her eyes are seeing:: DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Ie Rekkhai, weapons powered and moving into position, ready to fire upon au orders Rue Wydown -> ::waiting for Cloud's answer, shifting her PaDD from her hand to under her arm:: DervtRahks -> # Prepare to drop cloak and raise shields.....on my order...... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping out of the lift and rounding the corner into the crew lounge:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::there, heads to the replicator, calling up her own usual tea service:: Mark Garrison -> ::tapping on the desk, staring at the blasted thing:: DervtRahks -> # ie'yyak'hnah!!! Tandaris Admiran -> ::Maryse:: I suggest you look into that area. Let me know what you find. I'll keep you apprised of my analysis of the device itself, and whether the biofilters will be any use. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Right DervtRahks -> ACTION:: The Romulan vessel decloaks adn fires at the underbelly of the Excalibur Charlotte Matsumura -> ::picking up the tray and heading out of the room, down the corridor:: DervtRahks -> # Bring us around for another shot, then get ready to recloak and reposition Mark Garrison -> ::padd bounces at the ship rocks, alarms instantly going off:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::thrown to the ground as the ship shakes:: Fae -> Incoming! Laarell -> ::shakes, wondering what exactly they're doing now to get themselves blown up:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur is struck in the underbelly knocing us around. Tandaris Admiran -> ::hears alarms go off from EVERY console in engineering:: Fae -> :: Hits yellow alert to bring up shields :: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> ie Rekkhai....coming around again... Fae -> :: Waits on other orders :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::hits the bulkhead just outside of the guest quarters, tea tray rattling and some items tipping:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::gets to his feet, rubbing his shoulder from where it hit a console:: Seriously? DervtRahks -> # ie'yyak'hnah..fire torpedos as well Fae -> :: plots an evasive course, waiting on Rue to wake up. :: Rue Wydown -> ::knocked backwards off her feet, hitting her head on the conference room table, ends up on her hands and knees trying to get her senses about her:: Mark Garrison -> ::pulls himself out of his topped chair, rushing out into Main Security:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to the guards:: Open the door. Fae -> :: Sees Rue on the floor and engages the evasives. :: DervtRahks -> # Engage cloak.... Maryse Dubois -> ::Falls back. The alarms not helping what's left of her headache.:: Rue Wydown -> ::taps her badge:: + Bridge+ Red alert. What the heck is going on? Tandaris Admiran -> ::leaves the probe and rushes over to another station to get an idea of the damage:: Rue Wydown -> ((I’m in a conference room, Fae with Cloud)) Fae -> :: Upgrades to Red Alert :: DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Ie Rekkhai...engaging cloak... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::watching the doors part, and seeing tr'Argelian picking himself up as she enters:: Major Cloud -> PAUSE SIM Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Tandaris Admiran -> ::resets the "Days Since Last in Mortal Peril" counter to zero:: Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty, lots and lots of things going on tonight. Cptn Corizon -> I thought this entire mission... Cptn Corizon -> Was MORTAL PERIL Fae -> Moral Peril at the very least! Tandaris Admiran -> _Immediate_ Mortal Peril. Cptn Corizon -> Anyway, thanks to our SGV. Was hoping we could get to the ACTION faster than we did, so thanks to her again for coming. Next week she gets to try and blow us up again. 34:39 Cptn Corizon -> We'll pick up there, next week.

Here's Sunday's chatlog. Enjoy! Rue Wydown -> Mission Brief: Last time we left the Excalibur, the bridge was notified of weapons discharge in the brig. Medical was dealing with one of the captives and repairing the damage there. And our "Romulan" friend was being escorted away from the brig. Rue Wydown -> Any questions? Does everyone remember where we left off from there? Maryse Dubois -> What was tbs? Mark Garrison -> ::gets to explain to Cori why all the prisoners are unconcious Mark Garrison -> :: Rue Wydown -> Less than five minutes. Maryse Dubois -> ::Not to mention the CMO:: :D Rue Wydown -> Any other questions? Rue Wydown -> None? Okay then brace for the starting pistol. Rue Wydown -> ~~~BEGIN SIM~~~ Rue Wydown -> ~~~BEGIN SIM~~~ Cptn Corizon -> ::on his way the brig anyway:: Rue Wydown -> ::heading for the lift as quickly as she can, can be heard cursing in at least four languages, three of them recognizable, barely recognizing Charlotte and her ward as she rushes for the lift:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::doing whatever he had been doing prior to the end of the last sim:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::probably something engineeringly, but you can never be sure:: Fae -> :: Keeping an eye on life signs in the brig area, trying to confirm that things seem to be under control. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::hearing Rue, ducking his head as they make their way down the corridor:: Mark Garrison -> ::The brig had calmed down in the last few minutes. All the now unconcious prisoners had been moved into their cells. The injured one, along with Maryse were by now in sickbay, leaving Mark and a small contingent of security to hold down the brig:: Major Cloud -> ::Securing the crates that had been brought aboard in the secuirty area with a team of marines and goldshirts:: Mark Garrison -> ::That, and the fact that his fellow officers probably wouldn't let him leave. Someone had to explain this to the Captain:: Sean Howard -> :: back at his usual spot in ME, doing his usual buttong pushing :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances back at Rue:: You dangled a participle. ::lopsided grin over her shoulder:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Unconscious, being carried by a medical officer to sickbay.:: Laarell -> ::lounging and reading through a few files on the padd the marine had brought; the entire database was nowhere near decrypted, but she'd made significant progress, and some of the clearly non-essential documents were entirely decoded:: Major Cloud -> Cloud> ::considers the crates, looking at them he sighed:: Can we open them? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::continuing to supervise the repair teams:: Rue Wydown -> ::blinks a little, then recognizes Matsumura just as the doors to the lift start to close:: Thank ye luv. ::waves, smiles and disappears from their view:: Brig. Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters the brig:: Maryse Dubois -> Sickbay Crew> ::Working on the prisoner's shattered knee.:: Cptn Corizon -> Clarin> ::Shakes his head:: I can't open this lock, Maj. Maybe engineering could give us hand. Major Cloud -> ::Frowns and taps his commbadge:: +Engineering+ Cloud to Engineering Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::looks up:: Howard. Mind answering that? Sean Howard -> All right. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks around as he makes his way to the cells:: Mark Garrison -> ::looks over to Cori:: Captain. Sean Howard -> +Cloud+ Yes, Major? Maryse Dubois -> ::Is brought into sickbay and carefully laid on a biobed.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::continuing down the corridor, with her charge:: Major Cloud -> +Howard+ Afternoon, we have some crates down here with fancy locks. Care to send someone to take a look at it. I'd rather not have thing blow up on me. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks around:: Someone want to tell me what's going on here? Cptn Corizon -> ::Ears perked:: Sean Howard -> +Cloud+ I'll see what I can do. Sean Howard -> :: Lane :: I'm off to pick a lock. Victria -> ::Walking with Charlotte and the "Romulan", Victria passed ahead of them when they reached the room that had been assigned to their guest. She opened it and stood to one side for them to enter.:: Mark Garrison -> Well...Umm...::considers:: We had some difficulties with them. First they were uncooperative. Then they were combative. Then they tried to escape. Mark Garrison -> At that point, stunning them all seemed like the best thing to do? Sean Howard -> :: logs out of the console and heads into the supply closet to get the larceny kit :: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::Howard:: Understood. Have fun. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::nods, acknowledging Victria, stepping through:: Rue Wydown -> ::still cursing a blue streak as she exits the lift, then smooths her uniform jacket and enters the brig about the same time Corizon asks what is going on:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes a profane comment that sounded like a guttaral growl in Dameon and rubs the bridge of his nose:: Cptn Corizon -> Why were they "uncooperative?" Sean Howard -> :: exits ME and starts heading to wherever Cloud is :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Begins stirring.:: Mark Garrison -> They kept refusing any sort of questioning, claiming we were violating their rights...and that they wanted their "Space Lawyers". Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pauses, looking at Victria, waiting to see if she's to go through first, or if the vampire is:: Mark Garrison -> They're not very bright sir. Sean Howard -> :: arrives at wherever Cloud is :: Rue Wydown -> Perhaps if you all weren't threatening to drug them, hmmm? Victria -> ::She stepped inside, throwing a glance around. Only the internal systems were active. She stopped by the computer to make certain and then the communications systems, always keeping an eye on the Romulan.:: Sean Howard -> :: ambles over to look at whatever it is that he's supposed to open without a kablooey :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pausing, eyes sweeping the room, noting how barren it seems, compared to crew quarters:: Major Cloud -> What? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::noting that most of the systems have been powered down:: Cptn Corizon -> What? Major Cloud -> ::Looks over to Howard:: Good afternoon. We meet again. ::smiles:: Sean Howard -> :: disregards that phantom what :: Hello, Major. I'm hopeful that you won't have to dive on me at all this time. Mark Garrison -> ::Rue:: Spend five minutes with them and you'd want to drug them too. ::Cori:: I threated to sedate them. I wasn't *actually* going to do it, though looking back it probably wasn't my best decision. Major Cloud -> Let's hope. Sean Howard -> So what do we have here? Cptn Corizon -> ::Wants to his something really hard in the head, but sighs:: You all do know how to handle prisoners, right? Maryse Dubois -> ::Opens her eyes, and with out thinking, sits up quickly from the bed. Immediately she grabs her head and begins cursing loudly in French.:: Cptn Corizon -> Or are we going to have to have a remedial "rights of prisoners" course now too? Rue Wydown -> ::folds her arms, showing that "Ya think?" expression:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::crosses to the sofa, taking a seat, stretching his arms across the back, and crossing his legs:: Ah, room to breathe at last. Victria -> ::The replicator was also not functioning. It was a simple device, but it could easily be reprogrammed to something more nefarious. Deciding all was in order, Victria moved back into the sitting area, giving the Romulan a look.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Resisting urges to go into a professorial tone, he exhaled:: You know I wanted to ask them questions. ::Looks around:: I thought there were four of them? DervtRahks -> Burris White> ::snores and coughs a bit in his sleep:: Mark Garrison -> One was injured over on the freighter. Busted up his leg pretty bad, he's recovering in sickbay right now, though I cant see why he couldn't be interogated. Major Cloud -> ::Makes a motion to the three large shippring crates:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::regarding both Charlotte and Victria:: I thank you both for the charming escort. Cptn Corizon -> Questioned. Maryse Dubois -> Medical Staff> ::Finishes with the prisoner's knee.:: Cptn Corizon -> And how was he injured? Rue Wydown -> Ye need a little finesse with 'em. Let's hope he hasn't heard about his buddies down here to make him uncooperative. Sean Howard -> I'm assuming someone didn't send you a birthday present. :: pulls out tric and runs a passive-only scan on it first :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> I'd offer you a cup of tea, but it would seem ::glancing toward the replicator:: that the system is offline. Maryse Dubois -> ::Lays back as her head keeps throbbing.:: Mark Garrison -> ::gives Corizon a frustrated look:: I'm not sure exactly. I know Charlotte and/or Victria were involved. Tried resisting somehow I'd guess. Major Cloud -> We managed to get these from the cargo. Clarion says its got a pretty complex lock, which is pretty unusual for standard shipping crates like these. Cptn Corizon -> For the love of... Victria -> Regular meals will be brought to you. If you have anything more to say to the Captain, you may request to do so then. If there is an emergency, the guards assigned to you will aid you. You are not allowed to leave this room. Sean Howard -> Well, you don't tie up a treasure chest with a pink ribbon. :: looks over the passive scan :: Cptn Corizon -> Mark I want a full report on what happened here. When we get back to Federation space, we're going to be in enough trouble as it is without adding abuse of prisoners that are possibly Federation citizens to our list. Sean Howard -> Very, very interesting. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> Of course. Because, though you have deduced I am Human, I might still represent a threat to you or your mission. Cptn Corizon -> I mean hell, if those crates have self-sealing stem bolts in them, we're going to so far up the river without anything to paddle with it won't even be funny. Mark Garrison -> ::wasn't about to state he found that scenario highly unlikely:: Victria -> It is always possible. Until you are forthcoming, you are not to be trusted. ::Regarding him thoughtfully, her eyes drifted briefly to his neck before returning to his face.:: Is there anything you wish to tell us at this point? Mark Garrison -> Understood. Though, if someone has a list of which Federation laws we are and are not observing on this particular adventure, I'd love to see it. Cptn Corizon -> And even if they are weapons smugglers, they're still to be treated properly under regulation. Sean Howard -> :: meanders over to a console and sets up a few things :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glowers:: I am not going to get into a semantics argument here. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> You have all the information I am prepared to release -- all the information I have been employed to release. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> But you already know that information to be accurate, else I wouldn't be here. Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: When these boys wake up ::thumbs a clawed finger:: apologyze. I don't them mistreated. Rue Wydown -> ::pinches the bridge of her nose, that transfer to Starfleet Medical is looking really good right now:: Sean Howard -> :: comes back and rifles through the larceny kit for a moment :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Rue:: They said the one's in sickbay? We should go check on him. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::having been out of the loop on most of this, is merely observing:: Mark Garrison -> ::clearly frustrated at the situation, but he said nothing, confirming Corizon with a nod:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Is given a mild painkiller by a nurse.:: Rue Wydown -> Considering what happened here, you might want to keep your fangs in check with that one. And this group will want to know how their compatriot is doing. Major Cloud -> I just want to ask him a few questions. ::Sighs, annoyed by the entire situation:: Cptn Corizon -> I just want to ask him a few questions. ::Sighs, annoyed by the entire situation:: Victria -> ::She nodded ever so slightly.:: Enjoy your stay. Someone will be in soon with your meal. ::Turning, she headed out of the room.:: Sean Howard -> :: takes the items he selected from the kit and kneels in front of the first crate :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::narrowing her eyes, hesitating slightly, then following Victria out:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::watching her leave, the doors closing behind her:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Thumbs: I am headed to medical if you want to come Rue. Rue Wydown -> I understand that. ::steps out into the hallway:: Are you going to be able to keep your temper in check and not scare it out of him? Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances at her:: I've been at this a long time. Mark Garrison -> ::watches them leave, deciding not to mention Maryse. Why add more gas to a fire?:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Tries sitting up again, with a little more success this time.:: Victria -> ::In the corridor, she engaged the door security locks, then glanced to Charlotte inquiringly.:: Cptn Corizon -> While I do find fear a particularly good motivator... Sean Howard -> Well, this is the point that if there's anything explosive in the box where it'll go boom. But that's only if I screw up. Cptn Corizon -> I do, contrary to belief, know how to play good cop. Charlotte Matsumura -> He's Human. Major Cloud -> Should we errect a forcefield? Charlotte Matsumura -> ...probably Fleet Intelligence... Mark Garrison -> Someone inform me when they wake up... Rue Wydown -> Yes, but I heard you also butted heads with our 'guest' earlier. And this is one time where you're going to have to play really good cop. ::following:: <m>Right bloody mess they put us in. Charlotte Matsumura -> ...and yet we're keeping him under lock and key. Mark Garrison -> ::heads into the corridor, intent on returning to security and trying to get a handle on things:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::spoken as an interrogatory:: Victria -> ::She nodded.:: Yes. He is not at liberty to divulge his identity. We are not at liberty to trust him. We suspect, but cannot confirm. Cptn Corizon -> ::As they walked he smirked:: Yes well our guest is a Starfleet Field Agent pretending to be a Romulan defector. Sean Howard -> :: looks back at Cloud and smiles, and then pokes a button on his tric that sets up a forcefield, which is what he prepared during his short trip to the console; is the only one not outside of it himself because it's a hands on job :: Cptn Corizon -> If he's never been roughed up before I'd be rather shocked ... and disappointed. Charlotte Matsumura -> So, are we distrustful because he can't betray an order and reveal his identity? Rue Wydown -> And you've confined him to quarters as what.......a punishment for doing his job? Charlotte Matsumura -> Or are we distrustful because our captain is on a rogue mission and we're afraid the Intel operative might phone home? Cptn Corizon -> He's a security risk Rue. Victria -> Both, I suspect. We cannot trust him because we do not know for certain who he is. He could be Intelligence. He could be of some other group or faction feeding Starfleet information. Charlotte Matsumura -> I see. ::lips thin, and she nods once:: Rue Wydown -> How so? ::clasps her hands behind her back as she walks with him:: Seriously, explain it to me because I don't understand. Sean Howard -> :: turns back to the crate and enables the field modulator before attempting to disarm the arming chip inside the lock :: Cptn Corizon -> It's rather simple really. Victria -> Though, I doubt he would give away our position or current mission as it is tied to his identity and the reason he was in the position he was in. ::Thoughtfully.:: Mark Garrison -> ::arrives at his office, collapsing into his chair, pouring a drink that was decidedly not coffee:: Cptn Corizon -> There are no less than half a dozen operations in Fleet that have clandestine operations working. Charlotte Matsumura -> I gather neither of us wants to be discovered in Romulan space. Cptn Corizon -> Only one of whom do I know the full intentions of, and that's my group. Victria -> Exactly. Cptn Corizon -> If he worked for us, he'd tell me or I'd know him. Sean Howard -> :: when nothing goes kablooey, double-checks to be sure the chip is disarmed before proceeding with the rest of the lock :: Cptn Corizon -> The rest of them? I don't trust as far as I can through them. Cptn Corizon -> throw* Cptn Corizon -> If you'll remember, we turned weapons over to "Starfleet Intelligence" twice, yet they seemed to keep popping up. Rue Wydown -> Anyone ever tell you that you're paranoid? Cptn Corizon -> Yes. Sean Howard -> Oh really, I built something better than this when I was twelve. :: proceeds to zip through the rest of the lock, then does another check to make sure there are no secondary or more measures inside :: Fae -> << But is he paranoid enough??? >> Charlotte Matsumura -> So...if one follows that understanding of our current situation, then he's under house arrest because of the captain's biases and insecurities. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::lips still thin, corners tipping downward slightly in disapproval:: Cptn Corizon -> This mission is dangerous enough as it is without adding more risk. Sean Howard -> :: certain this time, pops open the crate and disables the forcefield so Cloud & Co. can check out that crate :: Ta-da. Cptn Corizon -> And even if he really were a defector you can bet your ass I wouldn't let him wander around this ship, because if you think I don't trust him knowing he's a human, I am even less likely to trust him if he were a pointy-eared Green Blood. Victria -> If you were Captain of this ship, would you trust an unknown human posing as a Romulan, picked up from the Neutral Zone just outside of Romulan space and let him roam your ship freely to do what he liked in hopes that he would not compromise your mission? Victria -> (( I love how we're having the same conversation with two different people. )) Major Cloud -> Oh goody. Charlotte Matsumura -> If I were captain of this ship, and I rescued a Starfleet Intelligence operative from a botched extraction, then I doubt I would treat him as a prisoner. Charlotte Matsumura -> Keep a watchful eye -- certainly. Major Cloud -> Let's see what the Egg Fairy brought the Captain... Charlotte Matsumura -> But that operative would -- nominally -- be on my side. Sean Howard -> :: goes over to the other crates and speeds through the procedure now that he knows the setup :: Cptn Corizon -> One of the first things you learn running special operations is that you need to control as many things as you can. Rue Wydown -> Well, combine that with our little party in security and we're going to hell in a handbasket really quickly. I know that missions of this sort can be mess, but still, what the frell is going on. Did someone put something the koolaid? Charlotte Matsumura -> (( ::chuckles:: Different perspectives. )) Charlotte Matsumura -> Gauis> ::remaining on the sofa, glancing about:: At least there was entertainment in the brig... Rue Wydown -> What if it's our own crew out of control? Cptn Corizon -> ::glances over:: I haven't broken any regulations with our guest. I have no proof that he is actually anything he says, confining him to quarters is fairly generous if I do say so myself. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::sighs, moving to prop his elbows on his knees, wiping his hands over his face:: Cptn Corizon -> ::frowns:: They have emotions and I am sure that they got out of check. We just have to make sure it doesn't happen again. Victria -> And I am certain that the Captain would do as much for our current guest, but he will not confirm his identity nor that he is even 'fleet Intelligence. Charlotte Matsumura -> If he is who he says he is... he wouldn't be able to confirm his identity. Victria -> Things are so much simpler on Al-Ucardian ships. ::She sighed softly, glancing to the closed door.:: Sean Howard -> :: with the other two crates unlocked, heads back over to Cloud to satisfy curiosity on what's inside :: Major Cloud -> Hmm... Charlotte Matsumura -> And how would this be handled on an Al-Ucardian ship? Would he be an appetizer? Or dessert? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::arching a brow:: Major Cloud -> ::He very carefully lifted the lid on the one to find another set of security seals:: Sean Howard -> :: chuckles :: Wouldn't you know it. Rue Wydown -> Or they're letting all of this go to their collective heads. Cptn Corizon -> ::Finally stops outside of the sickbay doors:: Listen, I understand that you're concerned; after I have the report from Mark, I'll make sure to have a talk with all of them. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::looking about, decides to take a shower, in hopes the heat, steam and time will help clear the clutter invading his mind:: Victria -> Both. ::She smiled, fangs bared.:: One does not withhold information. ::She stood to one side of the door as they waited for the assigned guards to arrive. Her gaze slid to Charlotte.:: You would have Corizon trust him now? Major Cloud -> ::Sighs:: Figures:: Mark Garrison -> ::trying to not make this report sound like the obituary to his career:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Lietuenant, there are times I'm not certain I trust him... But this pseudo-Romulan could be useful. Especially if he's spent any amount of time undercover. Cptn Corizon -> Now, let's go meet our interpid freighter Captain. Sean Howard -> Glad I didn't pack up my kit. :: looks over the new set of seals :: Makes sense that a second layer would move up a level. Wouldn't be surprised if this one requires a data key. DervtRahks -> <The Captain is in the brig, Mikey is in sickbay> Rue Wydown -> After you ::motions to the door of sickbay:: Sean Howard -> :: another passive scan :: Cptn Corizon -> << heh, Corizon doesn't know that >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::switching from sonic to water, allows it to run for a moment:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters sickbay, motioning to the security guards to clear out:: Sean Howard -> :: hmms a bit :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::replaying the performance in the brig with Charlotte in his mind's eye:: Major Cloud -> If these aren't weapons, I am not sure we want to know whats in them. Victria -> Useful? How, exactly? He will give us no information. You would give him access to the bridge in hopes that he would offer some piece of advice at a crucial moment? Tandaris Admiran -> ::enters engineering, sandwich in hand:: Status report? Sean Howard -> I don't think they're grandma's recipes. Maryse Dubois -> ::Sits up in her biobed as she sees Corizon and Rue enter. Puts a hand to her head again.:: I'd stand up and greet ypu properly if I weren't afraid to land face first on the floor. Maryse Dubois -> *you Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> We've effected repairs to approximately 1.87 Corizons worth of the damage. Cptn Corizon -> Doctor... I do apologize that the situation apparently got out of hand. Charlotte Matsumura -> I wouldn't give him access to the bridge. I would provide him a communicator, and set access privleges. If, of course, he were willing to consult. Maryse Dubois -> Oh...Garrison told you he shot me huh? Cptn Corizon -> Where is the injured man from the freighter at? Sean Howard -> :: reviews the scan data :: Yes, definitely a data-based layer. However... Rue Wydown -> ::scowls, knowing the other end of the story of her involvement:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Not unlike hosting a diplomat from one of our more estranged allies. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Howard was called down to break into something. Sean Howard -> :: looking over the opposite side from the seal :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Doesn't react, as he found it better if he didn't get annoyed before trying to act civil:: Charlotte Matsumura -> But if we continue to treat him like this, we give him little incentive to cooperate or assist, should the need arise. Maryse Dubois -> ::Motions over to a secure room.:: He's recovering from surgery. Had a bone sticking out from his leg... Tandaris Admiran -> Oh. That sounds like fun. Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::frowns...was he *trying* to give himself away, he wondered:: Cptn Corizon -> Lovely. I am sure he'll be in a *wonderful* *talkative* mood. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> I thought so. Cptn Corizon -> ::considers asking if they can just drug him, but figures Rue would scowl:: Commander Wydown and I would like to have a word with him. Sean Howard -> Why bother with all that when a simple hyperspanner will do. :: unhooks the back side of it :: Maryse Dubois -> Actually, he might still be under sedation, but maybe not since I've been out Maryse Dubois -> You can try to talk to him. Victria -> It is still a matter of trust, of which we have none. ::Regarding her, icy blue eyes unblinking.:: Perhaps you should take him his first meal so you might speak with him of your feelings. Rue Wydown -> And we're going to have a serious talk about *that* when we get done, Doctor. Sean Howard -> :: then just hinges the back side up :: Major Cloud -> ::Snorts:: Sean Howard -> This is why you hire someone sneaky to make your boxes, not a normal engineer. Charlotte Matsumura -> And he has none, either. Major Cloud -> Sneaky, huh? Major Cloud -> I'll have to remember that. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shakes her head:: My feelings are of no concern to him, I'm sure. Major Cloud -> If I ever find myself with the need to hide weapons in cargo containers. Charlotte Matsumura -> I will, however, see that his meal is delivered by one of the duty shift. Sean Howard -> I also make very good armoires, your wardrobe will always be safe. Cptn Corizon -> ::heads towards the secure room:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: What about the port shield generators? Victria -> Of course. ::She glanced past Charlotte as the guards arrived.:: Sean Howard -> :: deactivates the security from the underside and pulls the top off completely :: Rue Wydown -> <m>I swear its like we've contributed to the deliquency of a buch of minors. Sean Howard -> :: looks :: IF there's another one I'm going to be convinced that this is a very evil toymaker and not a weapons smuggler. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::turning three-quarters as the guards approach:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Oh. Those. The graviton emitters were re-attenuated, but they are still maxing out at 72% efficiency. I think there's a systemic problem upstream; White's looking into it. Major Cloud -> ACTION> The container is opened, revealing a pallete of Romulan Disruptors. Sean Howard -> Jackpot. Cptn Corizon -> ::Snorts:: Sean Howard -> :: amused, goes over to repeat the process on the other two crates once again :: Major Cloud -> We should check these against the ones we found before. Cptn Corizon -> ::enters the secure room to find a doctor attending to the freighter crewman:: Can you wake him Dr. Agura? I'd like to have a word with him. I promise I won't be long. Victria -> ::She stepped away from the door to let them take their position and turned to Charlotte before leaving.:: Are you returning to security? Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: Fine. ::sounding bored, as if he couldn't be bothered:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Actually, I'll stop by Ten Forward to arrange meals for our... guest. Charlotte Matsumura -> I'll return to security once I've completed arrangements. Sean Howard -> :: has the other two crates opened :: 3 for 3 from the looks of things. Maryse Dubois -> Agura> ::Surprised to see the Captain and XO enter the room.:: Yes, of course. ::Prepares a hypo and administers it to Mikey to counteract the sedative.:: Rue Wydown -> ::taking a position nearier the door, but looks over the medical records displaying on the screen:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Wydown, as he waits for Mikey to stir:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::as he walks by her:: So you're going to your office. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( Arrange the menu, rather. )) Tandaris Admiran -> Yep. Sean Howard -> Thank you for calling Excalilocksmith, it was a pleasure to assist you with your problem today. Mark Garrison -> ::headdesking, as he ponders on the value of his career:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::lays her hand down upon a truly intimidating stack of PADDs:: I'll just deal with these urgent departmental reports. Major Cloud -> ::Smiles:: Thank you very much, Mister Howard. I'll be sure to put in a good word with the Commander for you. Tandaris Admiran -> ::as he passes:: Thanks. Victria -> ::She half smiled.:: I would think it very fitting if you gave him nothing but Romulan foods. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::snorts, heading down the corridor:: He'd probably enjoy it... Rue Wydown -> He's stable. The wound looks like an easy fix. It'll be a few days before he can put full weight on his leg though. Sean Howard -> Try to do it when he's not occupied. Never seen a more absent-minded professor than the Chief. Let us know if you need anything else. :: packs up :: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::sending him a Kent-worthy glare:: While Howard gets to have all the fun . . . and you do nothing. . . . Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Good, if it were something more serious it would be even more complicated. Victria -> ::In the lift, she headed back toward security.:: Maryse Dubois -> Agura> Do you need me for anything else, or should I step outside? Cptn Corizon -> If you wouldn't mind, Doctor. The Commander and I would like to speak to him alone. Sean Howard -> Top o' the morning to you, Major. :: tips an imaginary cap, and heads out whistling :: Maryse Dubois -> Agura> ::Nods and steps outside.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::moving toward another corridor, to take a different lift, headed for the crew lounge:: Sean Howard -> :: slips into a lift and rides back down to ME :: Sean Howard -> :: puts away the larceny kit and ambles back to his console to resume button pushing :: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::sighs and takes the first PADD from the top of the stack:: Rue Wydown -> ::whispering:: Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-ey Charlotte Matsumura -> Gaius> ::finishes his shower, dressing in the trousers and shirt left on the bed -- black shirt and pants, cut like a uniform:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::as punishment, disables spell-check:: Fae -> << AFK >> Rue Wydown -> ((Oh, now that's evil...no spell-check?)) Charlotte Matsumura -> (( What about grammar check? ::bites nails:: )) Mark Garrison -> ::looking over his completed report, satisfied that it will at least save anyone else of court martial:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<Lane has impeccable grammar. It's only her spelling that is problematic.>> Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Sean Howard -> :: paused :: Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Fae -> :: paused :: Victria -> ::Play:: Fae -> :: Edging towards exit :: Cptn Corizon -> One moment Sean Howard -> :: edges in front of Fae :: Rue Wydown -> ::sticks something in the door to keep it from revolving:: Cptn Corizon -> So unless you hear otherwise from me, we will pick up near where we're at now next week. Questions? DervtRahks -> pause Victria -> Nope. Victria -> Night all. Victria -> ::Kicks them all out:: Victria -> ::Roundhouse Chuck Norris kicks.:: Rue Wydown -> Thank you all. We'll see you next week Charlotte Matsumura -> Night, folks! Fae -> Night! Maryse Dubois -> night night Mark Garrison -> Night everyone chatlog2011_2_20_.txt

Hi guys, Here's our chatlog. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has made a narrow escape from the nebula. The freighter went up in smoke, and we cannot be sure of what happened to the Romulan warbird that ignited said explosion. On the other hand, we got everyone back in one piece and managed to also collect two cargo containers and the four person crew from the freighter. Cptn Corizon -> We also took very minor damage from the shock wave. Cptn Corizon -> We will pick up with the freighter crew being escorted to the brig (where medical has been called to make sure they are a) Federation, :P safe), security should be securing the cargo containers as Corizon will be on his way down. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Cptn Corizon -> None? Aight. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Maryse Dubois -> ::Walking down the hall towards the brig. Her kit in hand.:: Major Cloud -> ::En route to the TR:: Fae -> :: At Ops, trying to figure out what she can from sensors, sensor records, and disturbances in the Nebula's dust :: Rue Wydown -> ::on the bridge while the Captain is on a walk about:: DervtRahks -> # ::turns to her first officer:: tr'Salik!! What in the name of the Elements was that? Why the Areinnye did na io pick up whatever that was that hit us!? Major Cloud -> ::Err, he's in the TR:: Fae -> :: Making sure all is being recorded for future refrence :: DervtRahks -> # Damage report, h'nah! Cptn Corizon -> ::on his way to the TR: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Working rhae Rekkhai.... Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ Bridge to engineering. Victria -> At this rate we will soon be out of cells. ::Dryly. Victria motioned for their 4 captives to continue down the hall, the other security members on duty keeping them in line as they are deposited in the brig.:: DervtRahks -> # Sooner, than later tr'Salik..... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::keeping an eye on their guests as they continue down the corridor:: DervtRahks -> Nathanial> Hey!! Quit yer pushin... Maryse Dubois -> ::Arrives at the brig just as the captives are placed in cells.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looking over at their remaining guest, and noting he'll be released to quarters:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::watching with interest at the new arrivals:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> You dont have to say a thing to them Nathaniel.....we'll wait for one of them space lawyers Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ This is engineering. Mark Garrison -> ::stalking the halls towards the brig, having left an underling the unsavory task of trying to track the Romulan's badly degraded ion trail:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Geezzus.....look at Lobo's face....she musta broke his nose the way he's bleedin all over himself Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ How bad is the damage? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::corners of her mouth twitch at Nathanial's comment:: Victria -> ::Victria glanced to the man Charlotte had punched and smiled.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Decides to start with the one that was bleeding, Lobo was it. Goes to the field, as she pops open her kit and pulls out her tric.:: Lower the field please. DervtRahks -> Mikey> ::passes out from the pain of his shattered knee:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::sees the gentleman bleeding profusely from his nose:: ::looks to Victria:: Your work? DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Oh shiiiiitake.......is he breathing.....did they kill him too? Mark Garrison -> Kill whom? ::from the doorway:: DervtRahks -> Burris white> He's breathin.....but if I get my hands on them... Mark Garrison -> ::looks over the general state of their captives, then to Victria and Charlotte:: I knew you two would have all the fun without me. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks to Mikey:: Wait, no. I'll need to see him first. ::Goes to Mikey's cell.:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> Bending over the passsed out Mikey, seeing the blood from his leg where the bone shattered and pierced the skin:: ::looks up at Garrison:: Victria -> No. ::She flicked a hand at the unconscious man.:: That one is mine. DervtRahks -> This one.....he need medical aide...in fact, both of these do Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ We're at about 3.27 Corizons. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::smirks:: ::nods, as if to say, "nice work:: Maryse Dubois -> Open the field now, please. DervtRahks -> Burris White> ::looks over at Victria's bragging about injuring his man:: Why you lousey Be.. DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Not now Burris......not now... Charlotte Matsumura -> Ah... I'd watch your language as long as you're our guest. Charlotte Matsumura -> There are ladies present. Victria -> ::Victria stepped forward to deactivate the field. Two security officers dragged the uninjured members of the freighter crew into their own cells. Victria turned her cold gaze upon Burris and smiled, baring her fangs.:: Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ Well, I guess it could have been worse. how long before we're at full capacity again? DervtRahks -> Burris White> A pair of who...::stops at the sight of the teeth:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::steps aside allow access and turns her attention back to their previous guest:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Oh shiii.....what the.? Mark Garrison -> ::looks over a Burris, and actually laughs:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks into the cell and kneels down to Mikey. She imediately begins scanning. Sighs.:: Mark Garrison -> You guys really should watch your language. Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ I've had to take several of the secondary systems offline, including holodecks and replicators on several decks, to deal with power flow issues, and the starboard lateral sensor array needs repairs that are probably better made at Camelot. DervtRahks -> Burris White> ::turns to Garrison:: And who the frell do you think you are? Starfleet can't do this stuff, it's against the ....rules... Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ None of the primary systems have been heavily damaged, however. Weapons, shields, warp drive--all good to go. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Garrison:: If you've no objections, I'll follow through on orders I received prior to our departure. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::indicates tr'Argelian with her eyes:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Yes, we demand to file a complaint with Starfleet Charlotte Matsumura -> ::and a mischievous grin lights her eyes:: Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ And our borrowed cloak? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::watches a console explode nearby and prompty takes a fire extinguisher to it:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ ::clears throat:: Our _what_? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::watching the interplay between the officers and the new arrivals:: Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ The little extra shielding or so? Mark Garrison -> ::glances from Argelian, Charlotte and Victria, debating internally:: Proceed. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gives Mikey a mild pain killer. Stands and turns to the security officers.:: When you guys are down gloating, this one needs moved to sickbay immediately. He needs surgery. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::crosses to tr'Argelian's cell, pulling her weapon and lowering the field:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ That cloaking device is _not_ borrowed. Well, some of the parts for it were--but it's not like the starbase really _needed_ them. Not as much as I did. . . . Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ Do you know how many hours of simulations it took to find the right molecular distribution for the glitter and sparkles I used to decorate the activation lever? Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ ::clears her throat:: Back to the subject....is it okay? Mark Garrison -> ::gives Victria a look, letting her know he needed to speak with her:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::whispering at her ear as he passes:: Devious plan in those eyes, Lieutenant. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::blinks, but recovers, brow furrowing only for a split second:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ It's just fine. As am I. Thank you for asking. Rue Wydown -> ((Corizon's trying to get back OL. He's having net issues. )) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to tr'Argelian, who passes a glances to the new arrivals:: Victria -> Forgive the lack of concern, Doctor. If we had not been transported in time, we would have been sucked into space. ::She gestured two of the security crew to aid Maryse to get their guest to sickbay.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Goes over to Lobo, scanning him. She gives him a mild pain killer as well, then uses a dermal regenerator on his nose.:: There, that should patch you up. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::whispers:: I figure you're up for theatrics. You're dressed for the part. Rue Wydown -> +Admiran+ Oh I know you're indestructable. You have to be. We couldn't live without you. ::teasing light hearted tone:: Keep me posted, eh? DervtRahks -> Burris White> What about him::: pointing to Lobo bleeding all over with the broken nose Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ Sure, sure. Admiran out. Maryse Dubois -> <<Lobo was just patched>> Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> Indeed. ::draws up to full height, still clad in his Romulan gear:: DervtRahks -> <yep, hit return just as yours came up!> Victria -> ::She turned to watch Charlotte escorting their "Romulan" and pursed her lips, but made no move to assist, feeling the freighter crew were more of a concern. Stepping back by Garrison, she turned slightly toward him.:: Rue Wydown -> I don't think he believed me. Poor Trill. ::shakes her head:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Now...*move*. Maryse Dubois -> ::Stands back up looking to Burris.:: He's fine now. ::Walks over to the cell and scans Burris and Nathaniel.:: I'll need blood samples from these two. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> And if I refuse? ::raising his voice slightly:: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Rekkhai, I have the damage reports. Minor impact on the ventral and aft shielding, down to 89% repairs underway now, and should be completed within the hour. Mark Garrison -> ::looking around the state of the brig. Blood, and unsavorys everywhere. In the middle of the neutral zone riding on a illegal cloaking device...He couldn't believe he believed it, but the idea of joining Laarell's little sit out seemed more appealing:: DervtRahks -> # And why was their attack not picked up? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::coughing, puts away the fire extinguisher:: Well, we can add the fire suppression system in engineering to the list. Charlotte Matsumura -> Then I get to find out how well this phased plasma works at close range. DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Rekkhai, it seems they laid a trap, deploying charges left inactivated until we were in the area, they caught us as we were moving off Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> I see. ::pauses momentarily, then begins the walk toward the exit, sure to pass by the freighter crew:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: Oh, right. I forgot to enable that again after I finished constructing the cloak's anti-symmetric graviton variance module. Damn thing kept on spontaneously combusting. Mark Garrison -> ::he motioned Victria over to the corner of the room, as far from Charlotte the Romulan as he could manage:: (w) You said our Romulan isn't a Romulan... Mark Garrison -> Then who the hell is he? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::gives Tandaris a "look.":: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::visibly swallows:: DervtRahks -> # I see...make sure we scan for the like next time we find these Fvai.... I will na have that happen again, that was careless, do na fail me again trSalik DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Ie Rekkhai, I was tactical, so the blame is mine alone. It will na happen again. Rue Wydown -> +Security+ Bridge to security. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::eyes coldly watching the "Romulan" before her:: Victria -> No. ::Her eyes followed tr'Argelian.:: He's a human. I am almost certain. DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> We also noted that they were able to beam out 2 of the weapons crates.... Victria -> ::Keeping her voice down so as not to be overheard by their "guests".:: DervtRahks -> # Fvaht......unfortunate. DervtRahks -> #trSalik> At least they did na get the whole shipment, though the loss will be substantial Victria -> Security> ::Brings down the forcefield for Maryse, training their guns on the two injured freighter crew so she could take blood samples.:: Rue Wydown -> ::deep breath, not sure how they'll track the weapons now, but maybe a solution will present itself:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Sometimes, I wonder if you or Corizon will get us all killed first. . . . Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps in, with two empty hypos. Looks to Burris and Nathaniel.:: Roll up your sleeves please. DervtRahks -> # Na......I half suspected that these Lloann'na would continue to follow, so when we split the cargos, most of the 3rd transports cargo was placed in our belly, and they had mostly crates of spare parts...... Mark Garrison -> He's Starfleet then. Inteligence most likely. We need to know who he is and how much he knows. Too much I suspect... DervtRahks -> # Fvaht...but mostly......I hate losing any of the weapons..and now they have something that they will try to trace. I would see that they do na return to their space proper.. DervtRahks -> # Once repairs have been completed......we will go seek them out....and finish them Victria -> He wouldn't admit it to Corizon. If he is SI, he is trained against interrogation. There is little that we can do except keep him under guard. DervtRahks -> Burris White> What's that? DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> You aint sticking me with nothing Maryse Dubois -> I'm going to take a blood sample from both of you. Victria -> Security> ::To Burris and Nathaniel:: You will cooperate or we will be forced to stun you. Maryse Dubois -> I'm afraid you don't get a choice. Rue Wydown -> +Security+ Bridge to security. DervtRahks -> Burris White> I have rights, you cant' assault me Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Anyway, replicators should be back online with the hour, and White says he thinks he's tracked down the problem with the EPS conduits on decks 7 through 10, so we should have full power there soon. Maryse Dubois -> It's easier to let me handle this before they have to step in. ::Motioning to security.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::takes a few steps forward, out of the range of the current guards, and then whirls on his escort:: Victria -> ::She looked to Mark at the comm from Rue, assuming he'd be taking it.:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> We know our rights......YOu cant' take it if we say no Mark Garrison -> ::he scowled deeply at that:: I'm sick of this cloak and dagger game. After Charlotte gets him situated, go to him. Get a DNA sample... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::ducks, blocks, and then executes a takedown:: Mark Garrison -> ::frowns more:: +Rue+ Security, Garrison here. Charlotte Matsumura -> That was very, very foolish. ::hovering over him, fist raised:: Maryse Dubois -> You don't have the right on a Federation starship. It is medical procedure. Now I won't ask again, raise up you sleeves. Victria -> ::Noting the commotion from their Romulan guest, Victria quickly moved to assist.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::glances briefly at her fist, then to her, nodding imperceptibly:: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ I know you have your hands full, but I need to know what the status of our guests are. ::wincing a bit at the tone of Mark's voice, he didn't sound pleased:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> Yells so whoever is on the other end can here:: YOU CANT' DO THAT... DervtRahks -> THAT'S ASSAULT, WE'LL PRESS CHARGES Charlotte Matsumura -> ::executes a perfect jab:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::feigns a KO:: Victria -> Security> You gave up your rights the moment you decided to smuggle across the Federation border. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Victria, shaking her head very very slightly:: Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Their space hillbillies who think their still on the side of the border where they still have rights. Mark Garrison -> ::gives Burris a deathly glare:: Charlotte Matsumura -> I'm done with this... Open the airlock. DervtRahks -> Burris White> I was in neutral space...minding our own business....you fired on us Victria -> ::Arches a brow at Charlotte, looking from her to the floor where the Romulan lay.:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> And we still have rights...... Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods to security.:: They are unwilling to cooperate. ::Sighs as she backs away to a safe distance, hoping this will give the captive a change of heart.:: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ They do have *some* rights. And we're not the Romulans. Keep on your toes. The Captain is on his way down. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances up as two junior security officers exchange glances:; You heard me. Move! Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> I've got teams replacing the attenuators on three of the port shield generators. Those will be back to full efficiency in four hours. Power isn't an issue there though, so the shields should stay intact. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::grasps tr'Argelian by the reinforced portion of his collar and drags him out of sight of the new guests:: Victria -> Security> ::Stuns Burris and Nathaniel.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::yawns:: That's all very interesting. I'm sure you and your teams can handle it. Mark Garrison -> ::frowning at the exchange between Charlotte and "Romulan"...he motioned for Victria to join the escort. The last thing he needed was one of his officers spacing a prisoner...guest...whatever:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to the two junior officers who are quietly freaking out, knowing there is no airlock in the brig:: Victria -> ::Following Charlotte, wondering what she was up to.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::winks at them, then, with the Romulan guest out of visual range:: All right, on your feet. DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> What do you think they wanted with our blood? Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ We're not torturing or anything...though a couple could probably use some. I'll make sure things are kosher for the Captain. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::opens one eye, then the other:: That... ::taking her hand as he rises:: ...was an excellent jab. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::massages his jaw:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> Probably to feed that freak of a succubus that looks like a woman but has the fangs of a serpent Maryse Dubois -> ::Wonders if the security guards are bad shots.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: I had an excellent teacher. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::arches brow, says nothing:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: I'll be in my quarters. Or maybe elsewhere. You never know. Charlotte Matsumura -> Thank you for your assistance... I was surprised you understood the situation. Rue Wydown -> <m>What's a charge of torture and unlawful treatment of prisioners to add to a court martial when you're parading around the NZ with an unauthorized cloak. ::frowning, wondering if this mission is going to the crew's head:: DervtRahks -> #tr'Salik> Rekkhai....au suspected? So sacrficed io of the ships? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::as Tandaris leaves engineering:: Truer words never spoken. ::goes back to doing actual work:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::wry grin:: It wasn't hard to deduce what you had in mind, once I saw that smirk of yours. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::furrows her brow, looking at him:: DervtRahks -> #Ie, but the one that had the Federation traitors on it.....na our own people, we'll just have to make contact with the Orions ourselves Mark Garrison -> ::Maryse:: Can you...sedate them...numb their vocal cords...anything to shut them up. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::looks away, seeing Victria approaching:: ::nods once, graciously:: Well, shall we proceed to the more comfortable cell? DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::gets up adn moves over with Burris and Nathaniel Victria -> ::Approaching Charlotte and the "romulan", Victria's gaze traveled between the two of them in speculation.:: DervtRahks -> Lobo> How we going to get outta this Burris? You and your big plans? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods:: I could, but I was hoping they would cooperate. ::Reaching into her kit, procuring two hypos full of sedatives. Hands them to Mark.:: I doubt they'd let me give it to them. DervtRahks -> Burris White> Shut up Lobo, or I'll rebreak that nose that the whiney little medic over there just fixes Maryse Dubois -> *three Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::chances a look at her :: And you're welcome, Lieutenant. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::she takes in his features, something so familiar...:: Mark Garrison -> ::Maryse:: Make it something counteractable. I don't want to tell the Captain he has to wait to interogate because I drugged them. DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Hey....you captain or whoever that was said we had rights..you cant' do that to us Maryse Dubois -> Already done. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::looks to Victria:: ::eyes taking on the usual gleam:: Ahh, our dear friend. Come to see that the dear Lieutenant hasn't spaced me? I'm touched. Mark Garrison -> ::notes Rue's lack of a reply to indicate the conversation was over. He wasn't actually going to torture them...Well...Maybe. Victria was a bad influence on him:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::a fellow LT approaches, letting her know the confinement quarters are prepped and ready:: Rue Wydown -> ::looking over the data streaming into her station, looking for some sign that there's a way to track these dealers:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ((JG, that is)) Victria -> She was never really angry. Nor are you worried about the threat. ::Her nostils flared slightly.:: I can smell it. ::She gestured for the two to continue.:: Mark Garrison -> Right. ::looks over the captives:: Now, you all have two choices. The first one, is that you can all sit down, and shut up...because frankly you're giving me a headache. The second, render you unconcious. Mark Garrison -> (I render*) DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::flips him off:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::nods:: Of course. ::looks to Charlotte:: Lead on, please, Lieutenant. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks at the three in the cell.:: The fast you cooperate with us, the sooner I can get back to sickbay and get your friend under surgery. Maryse Dubois -> *faster Charlotte Matsumura -> Sorry, but you first. ::pats her pistol, now at her hip:: Maryse Dubois -> The longer we delay, the higher the chances he will lose that leg. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> Ah, yes. Lest I forget... ::steps out of a side door, Charlotte on his heels:: Mark Garrison -> ::Maryse:: Really, it's that serious? Rue Wydown -> Fae, please take the bridge. I want to go down and take a look at those crates they brought abouard. ::frowning:: DervtRahks -> Burris White> So go take care of it......I take it you never really trained in medical eh little one? Don't know a thing about triaging? Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods to Mark, ever so slightly.:: Victria -> ::Follows, still curious about their interaction. She glanced sidelong at Charlotte as they walked down the corridor.:: Mark Garrison -> ::Maryse:: Step away from him. Maryse Dubois -> Not till I get your blood samples. Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps back.:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> Well, we have rights. YOu have no right to take my blood, it's against my religion Charlotte Matsumura -> How did you know what I was planning on doing? Fae -> Aye. DervtRahks -> nathaniel> You cant' violate my rights Maryse Dubois -> It's Starfleet Medical procedure. There's no way out of it. Fae -> :: Scans sensors one more time :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> I told you -- the smirk. Well, that and the statement by your latest guests that you were Starfleet and wouldn't dare harm them. Tandaris Admiran -> <<Of course we can violate rights. We _shouldn't_, but we totally _can_. And it's not like it would be the worst thing we've done this mission.>> DervtRahks -> Lobo> Oh frellthis...::steps forward: Here...take mine... Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> You needed to show them otherwise... as though their existing injuries were not proof enough. DervtRahks -> Lobo> I'm tired of this.... Rue Wydown -> ((Guys, I'm not liking where this is going. There will be no drugging of anyone in the brig)) Mark Garrison -> ::Maryse:: Take it. Fae -> << It is just as well that Corizon didn't bring a Joy class space lawyer along. :P >> Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps up to Lobo with one of the empty hypos and presses it to his arm. A painless procedure. Then steps back.:: Easy as that. DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::holds out arm to Maryse, then grabs her wrist and pulls her into the cell with them:: DervtRahks -> Lobo> No no no...littel one....::looks at Garrison has he grabsher neck:: Get me a shuttle Maryse Dubois -> ::Very annoyed look.:: DervtRahks -> Burris white> That's a boy Lobo.... Mark Garrison -> You've got to be kidding me. DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> ::looks at Garrison:: if you dont' want him to snap her neck like your girl snapped his nose.....he's one for payback.... Charlotte Matsumura -> That's quite a leap for someone you don't know from Adam. Mark Garrison -> ::without missing a blink, he drew his phaser, pointing it Lobo and Maryse:: DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::tightens grip on her neck a bit:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::purses lips:: It seemed logical at the time. ::lips twitch slightly as he continues down the corridor:: DervtRahks -> Lobo> I'll snap it before you can fire...... DervtRahks -> Lobo> Drop the weapon...... DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::presses thumb into her neck a bit more:: Victria -> ::As they entered the lift, Victria took up a stance directly opposite the Romulan, staring at him.:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<Careful, Victria. If you stare him to death, it's all over; we only have the one Romulan!>> Maryse Dubois -> ::Gasps a moment. Still quite annoyed.:: Mark Garrison -> You want to know something interesting about phasers? The energy transfers between objects in contact. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods as best she could.:: Mark Garrison -> Sorry doc. ::he fired, hitting Maryse at the maximum stun setting:: DervtRahks -> Lobo> ::grimy nail drawing blood as he presses ::: and drops as they're both hit... Fae -> :: Blinks :: Weapons discharge. Rue Wydown -> ((Five minute countdown)) DervtRahks -> Burris white> Why you...::rushes Garrison Maryse Dubois -> ::Falls to the floor, dropping the hypo.:: Victria -> Security> ::Stuns the remaining two, dropping Burris and Nathaniel as well.:: Fae -> :: Scans to see who is in the vicinity of the discharge. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::looking Victria in the eye, brow arching slightly:: DervtRahks -> Nathaniel> ::makes break for corridor Mark Garrison -> ::watches Nathaniel flop:: DervtRahks -> ::both drop :: Fae -> :: Notes those still standing have security badges... :: Mark Garrison -> ::to a security grunt:: Get a medical team in here. Rue Wydown -> ACTION> Warning klaxons activate, Weapons fire in Brig. Fae -> +Garrison+ Things under control? Mark Garrison -> ::crouches over Maryse, checking her over. She was unconcious, but no permenant damage:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks up as the klaxons sound:: Rue Wydown -> ::somewhere down in the cargo area, examining the exterior of the crates they've brought aboard:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Will have one hell of a headache when she wakes.:: Victria -> Security> ::Drags the prisoners back into the cell and dump them inside.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::echoes Charlotte's movement:: That does not bode well. Mark Garrison -> +Fae+ Yes, our guests became uncooperative, I had to reenforce our position. Fae -> +Garrison+ Acknowleged. Fae -> :: Silences claxons :: Victria -> ::She frowned.:: I was ordered not to kill anyone. ::Sounding disappointed.:: It would have been so much easier. Mark Garrison -> ::picks Maryse up, carrying her out of the cell, before activating Lobo's cell again:: Rue Wydown -> ((Last chance to say it)) Fae -> +Rue+ Weapons fired in the brig. All those without Excal badges are down. Garrison claims things are under control. DervtRahks -> Mikey> laying in medical, still bleeding from the compound break in his femur Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> But you're more likely to get information out of them if they are still alive. Dead, they tell you even less. Fae -> +Corizon+ (Same report as to Rue) Maryse Dubois -> ::Medical staff is tending to Mikey.:: Victria -> Security> ::Makes sure all prisoners are in their cells and secured.:: Rue Wydown -> +Fae+ Oh bloody hell. I'm on my way. Fae -> +Rue+ Bloody hell, acknowledged. DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Rekkhai, repairs have been completed. We are ready to get underway to find th Federation vessel Mark Garrison -> ::glances around to the medical staff:: Get their blood samples, and whatever other tests you need to run. DervtRahks -> # Do it....engage the cloak..... Victria -> Some give you nothing either way. ::Giving him a pointed look.:: Rue Wydown -> ~~~PAUSE SIM~~~ Rue Wydown -> ~~~PAUSE SIM~~~ Mark Garrison -> ::then to the security staff:: If they do anything...shoot them again. Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Fae -> :: paused :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::screeches to a halt:: Rue Wydown -> Okay folks. I don't have a TBS tonight. Let's assume it's just a few minutes after the brig weapons fire incident. Rue Wydown -> Hopefully our CO will have his internet fixed by next week. Rue Wydown -> Any other questions? Victria -> Since one is already bleeding in medical, can I have a small sample for personal use? Rue Wydown -> Um, no. But thanks for asking. Anyone else? Charlotte Matsumura -> No taste testing. :D Rue Wydown -> If not, then we're dismissed for the night DervtRahks -> How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop!? Victria -> 3 DervtRahks -> YeS! Maryse Dubois -> night night Victria -> Night all. Laarell -> One good chomp Rue Wydown -> LOL Fae -> Night! Excalibur_Feb_13_2011.txt

Here's a copy of our chatlog. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is on the edge of the nebula where the freighter we susspect to be part of the smuggling operation has already entered. We're preparing to enter ourselves. Questions? Charlotte Matsumura -> ((AFK one sec. )) Rue Wydown -> Onward then! Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Rue Wydown -> ::finishing up her conversation with Corizon from earlier:: That's a change for me, playing devil's advocate. Usually I'm the one coming up with the crazy ideas, not defending against them. Hmmmm. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirks:: Mark Garrison -> ((afk)) Cptn Corizon -> ::Is on the bridge, now:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> Damn I hate how long this is taking, I'd rather have takent he direct route, but noooo, that damned Romulan wench would have no part of it. Go through the Nebula she says...... Cptn Corizon -> Helm... stand by to enter the wormhole. Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, running around as he makes final preparations:: Cptn Corizon -> >> nebula* << Tandaris Admiran -> <<Somebody check Corizon's coffee.>> Rue Wydown -> <w>Must not press big shiney red button. Tandaris Admiran -> <<I think it isn't coffee-enough.>> Rue Wydown -> ::coughs softly in the background:: <w>Nebula Mark Garrison -> ::sitting at Tac:: DervtRahks -> @ Nathanial> Stow it Burris...we'll all be on Risa in a few weeks after we dump this stuff to our buyer Fae -> :: Standing by :: Fae -> :: Makes a plot tracking dusturbances in the nebula dust made by the earlier ship :: DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> Still....I'm tired of having to listen to that pointy eared she devil. Cold as ice, no humor, and work work work.....I dont' see her people having to sit in the damned nebula Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to science:: How much distance are we going to have to keep between us and it? DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> Well, you're lucky we don't have any of her people on board with us this trip, if they heard you I'm sure she'd be having the hide stripped off you for that Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::sitting in the brig, eyes closed, in a near-meditative state:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::in main security, checking in on the duty roster and the watch log:: Mark Garrison -> ::watching the sensor feeds intently:: DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> Besides, between the four of us, we should get a pretty good bonus for getting these delivered to the buyer with no incidents or losses Rue Wydown -> ::circulating to the back of the bridge, taking a look over Mark's shoulder for a moment, then glances at him for confirmation that all is Green:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> Speaking of which, it's about time to wake them and let them do their share of the work. I could use some shut eye soon Laarell -> Kahrak> Appromimately three kilometers, Sir. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Good work. Cptn Corizon -> +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Fae -> :: Blinks a bit at 3K :: Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ Engineering here. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::satisfied with the log, makes a round in the area to check in on the stations:: Cptn Corizon -> +Engineering+ We're ready to enter the nebula. Are you? Victria -> Here is another for you, Matsumura. ::Pausing on her way through Main Security, she passed Charlotte a data padd for her to log from the latest armory inventory.:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ As we'll ever be. DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> go wake them, tell them to grab some grub, and then get their arse's up here to releive us Charlotte Matsumura -> ::takes the PADD, scrolling through to see what it is:: Got it. Thank you. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Victria -> Any report from the brig? Cptn Corizon -> +Tandaris+ Understood. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks up:: Alright people. Charlotte Matsumura -> We've just received notification from the bridge that our guest is to be released. I thought I would get to it on my round. Cptn Corizon -> Bring us to the edge of the nebula and drop the cloak. Then take us in. Rue Wydown -> <q>We still good, Garrison? Cptn Corizon -> Tactical, bring weapons online. Fae -> Moving in. Mark Garrison -> Aye aye. ::taps:: Major Cloud -> ::on the bridge, checking with his people to amke sure they and the security team were ready to go:: Victria -> Released? On Corizon's orders? ::One eyebrow lifted in surprise.:: Fae -> :: Starts in at low impulse speeds, intending to enter close enough to where the freighter did to be able to watch the ion trail and disturbed nebula dust :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods once:: Charlotte Matsumura -> That was my understanding. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pulls up the message on her own smaller PADD, from the holster on her hip:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::passes to Victria:: Fae -> Tac. It's time to drop cloak, I believe. Major Cloud -> ACTION> Excalibur enters the pretty green and blue nebula. Cptn Corizon -> < bah, silly tabs > DervtRahks -> @Burris White> ::lights up a cigar and shuts his eyes puffing:: DervtRahks -> <Ah, come back Ael!> Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> But yes, it's a pretty nebula that we'll use a lot of SFx for >> Mark Garrison -> ::taps away, trying compensate for the SFX heavy nebula:: Victria -> ::She took the padd and reviewed the orders, reading them twice over before passing it back.:: Interesting. Still under guard, but released to quarters. I will join you for the transfer. DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> ::rousting up the other two out of their sleep period:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Allow me a moment to log the weapons entries, and we'll go? DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> Alright you jerks, you've already overslept, grab some chow and get up there before Burris has a cow. I'm going to go use the head Victria -> ::She nodded.:: Our team is on alert while we persue the freighter, on the off chance that we might be needed to board them. Laarell -> Kahrak> ::links in with Helm to make sure that they maintain the proper distance:: DervtRahks -> t'Rahks> :haning back jsut outisde the nebula, waiting to see if her suspisions have been correct Charlotte Matsumura -> ::listening as she heads to a console to pull up the log and make the appropriate entries:: Rue Wydown -> ::watching the bridge group carefully:: DervtRahks -> @ tr' Charlotte Matsumura -> That could get interesting. Especially if they put up as much of a fight as we encountered aboard the station. DervtRahks -> @ trSalik> so how long do we wait Enarrain? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::taps in a few commands, formatting appropriately and adding the right information:: DervtRahks -> @ trSalik> Wait..what was that? Sensors..Ops, bring them up.... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::digitally signs it, referencing the report, then logs back out:: DervtRahks -> <sorry, trSalik was #> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::archives the report, and places the used PADD on the watch desk:: DervtRahks -> #Ie, it was what I suspected....hold position, then we will follow hrrua dev siuren Cptn Corizon -> ::Helm:: Keep us on a different plane than them. I don't want someone looking out the window and seeing us. Fae -> :: Thinks three KM is pretty close, but follows directions. :: DervtRahks -> # Ssuej'ha Llhei Fae -> Shifts to high and to the right and quite a bit behind. Rue Wydown -> When will we make our attempt to board them? Victria -> On a freighter? They do not possess the necessary technology. However, that would not stop someone from using other methods to defend themselves. ::Thoughtfully.:: Major Cloud -> ::Would also like to know that, looks at Corizon:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Always expect the unexpected. It's a cliche for a reason. ::lopsided smile:: Cptn Corizon -> Preferably in Federation space. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::moves toward the brig:: Mark Garrison -> ::glances over at Fae, redirecting tactical sensors to compensate for the new position:: Cptn Corizon -> ::looks over:: Major get your team in place. If they're meeting someone, or have escort... I want to be able to go. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Wydown:: If we can do this without violence, I'd prefer it. Less risk if they aren't what we think they are. Major Cloud -> ::Nods:: Aye. I'll be in the transporter. +Victria+ Meet me in the TR get your goldshirts ready. Victria -> ::Moves along, dressed for combat with the exception of the phaser rifles which were being stored in the transporter room in preparation. Hearing the comm, she gestuerd to Charlotte.:: Looks as though we are needed. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Victria -> +Cloud+ Acknowledged. ::She sent a comm to the waiting team and diverted into the hallway, heading for the turbo lift.:: Rue Wydown -> We could tap into their environmentals. Gas 'em some how. But that means they have to have their sheilds down and they can't detect intruders. And we'd have to verify if they were actually human or we could have the mix all wrong. That's a lot of risks. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::a couple of steps behind Victria:: DervtRahks -> @Burris White> ::hears a proximity alarm:: What the hell.. Cptn Corizon -> ::Wydown:: You think we should go ahead and move then? DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> +Nathaniel+ Get your arse back up here, we're about to collide with something... Rue Wydown -> While their guard is down, yeah. I'd prefer Federation space, but the longer we wait, the more likelihood something could go wrong with our people. Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Very well. Everyone hold your asses. Tactical stand by with a tractor beam. Cptn Corizon -> +Cloud+ We go now. Fae -> :: Tries to confirm the dust won't interfere unduly with transporters or tractors. :: Victria -> ::Zooming in the lift with Charlotte, they arrived a few moments later at the transporter room. Victria moved into the thick of the marines, gearing up.:: Major Cloud -> ::on his way to the TR:: +Cloud+ On my way. ::tells the marines to haul butt as he enters the TR ready to go:: Mark Garrison -> ::quickly sets up the tractor beam, turning his attention to the main viewer:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::picking up the appropriate tac gear from a rack that has been moved into the TR for use by the AT:: Cptn Corizon -> Helm bring us into a line of sight with them. I don't want any obstructions with the transporters. Fae -> :: Closes the range... keeping the same angle as before, trying not to approach from the direction of any picture windows :: Major Cloud -> ::Looks over to Victria:: Lieutenant. Fae -> Aye. Victria -> ::To the security officers.:: Tight quarters. Be prepared for hand-to-hand. ::Glancing to Cloud, she nodded as she took her place on the pad.:: Major Cloud -> ::Looks around the team of about 10 marines and gold shirts:: Remember shoot to incapacitate. We take them alive. The first objective is to secure the bridge. DervtRahks -> @ Burris white> +Nathaiel+ Get up here, and get those shields up or somthing, I dont' want to be hitting no damned rock Rue Wydown -> ::chewing on her lower lip, watching the mission progress:: Better remind the away team that deadly force isn't to be used unless their lives are enagaged. We want these folks alive, yes? Cptn Corizon -> Cloud's aware of that. Cptn Corizon -> We ready? Fae -> Shields are coming up. Cptn Corizon -> Go then. Get them over there. Mark Garrison -> Tractor beam ready. Fae -> +TR+ Transport now, expidite. Watch the shields. Rue Wydown -> He is, but is Victria? ::smirks:: Fae -> :: closes the range :: Major Cloud -> ACTION> The AT transports aboard the freighter, in what appears to be a cargo room. DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel>+com+ I'm in the head Burris, get Lobo to do it for you Cptn Corizon -> Lock tractor beam. Fae -> Good transport. Fae -> :: Holds the range close :: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> No...get up here now....what the hell? ::feels tractor beam lock on:: Major Cloud -> @::Shimmers and attaches the @:: DervtRahks -> @Lobo> ::running to the bridge:: Fae -> :: gets ready to hail should it be asked :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::shimmers with the rest of the team:: Mark Garrison -> ::locks the tractor beam on:: Mark Garrison -> ::hates that hum:: DervtRahks -> @ Nathaiel> ::runs out of the head, trying to pull his pants up and run at the same time, a bit of tissue stuck to his heel Fae -> :: Watches the power loads, but expects things to be OK :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Looks at the PADD witht he diagram of this class of freighter:: Bridge is one deck up one section over. Let's move people. Mark Garrison -> ::runs the tractor beam with one hand, and phasers with the other incase the freighter doesn't appreciate being grabbed:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Motions for Victria to take point:: DervtRahks -> @ Mikey> ::exits his sleep quarters and runs right into Victria:: Oh yes...someone just made my day! Hello Darl'in.... Victria -> @ ::Materializes on the other vessel, hand tightly gripping the standard phaser she'd been issued. She had her blade in the other, holding it pointing toward her elbow, cold metal against her equally cold skin. She slipped out of the cargo area ahead of Cptn Corizon -> Well if they have escort we're going to know about it soon. DervtRahks -> @ Burris send you down to say hello? ::then realizes there are others behind her Victria -> the team into the first corridor, following the plans Cloud indicated.:: Fae -> :: Looks to see if there are any other disturbances in the nebula dust in the area :: Cptn Corizon -> What exactly might the graviton counter measures do in this soup? Cptn Corizon -> ::to anyone on the bridge:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::PPG at the ready, but prepared for CQB as necessary... senses on alert:: DervtRahks -> @Mikey> DArlin...where you going? Watching Victria walk around him Fae -> :: Decides that is a good question for Science to answer... and glad she isn't Science at this point. :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Glances to Victria bounding into Mikey, pulls up his phaser rifile:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> Powering the engines to try to pull away Victria -> @ ::Her elbow struck the back of his head and she kicked back against his knee, causing it to crumple.:: DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> ::runs to helm and starts to engage teh enines Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::stepping back as Mikey crumples:: DervtRahks -> @ Action> Mikey crumples to the ground silently Rue Wydown -> How many lifesigns were aboard before we started our assault? Laarell -> Kahrak> I suspect they'd have fairly little effect in here. Major Cloud -> @ Nice. Let's move. Victria -> (( Keeping a count, Rue? :P )) DervtRahks -> @ nathaniel> burrris...lock the bridge door, we've got theives, or pirates or someone onboards Charlotte Matsumura -> (( That only counts as one! )) Fae -> :: Goes back to get Rue a life sign count :: Rue Wydown -> ((Need to have a body count, yes?)) DervtRahks -> <4> Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Looks over to the ladder:: Let's go. Laarell -> Kahrak> They'd also interact with the gravimetric disturbances in the nebula in a ... not good way. DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> ::seals the bridge blast doors:: Fae -> Seem to be only four. Victria -> @ ::Continues onward quickly, but silently.:: Cptn Corizon -> Good. Cptn Corizon -> Tactical have the counter measures on stand by. DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Rekkhai, it's been dev siuren, shall we begin to move into the nebula? Fae -> AT is starting to take them. Cptn Corizon -> ::Grins, with an idea in mind:: DervtRahks -> # Ie......but slowly..... Mark Garrison -> Aye aye. ::prepares them:: Fae -> :: Puts together a small tactical diagram of the ship in a corner of the main display, showing frendly and other life signs and their position in the ship :: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> Where's Mikey? DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> No idea? DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> Dead as far as we know...but I'm aint opening that door Major Cloud -> @ ::motions for Vic to climb the ladder while two marines stayed behind to secure the area:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris White> We could open the cargo doors and suck the air out down there? DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> Are you sure we're sealed enough that we'd not lose ours as well? DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> Chance we have to take? Victria -> @ ::Up the ladder quickly to the bridge doors, only to find them sealed. She checked the plans for alternate means of entry, waiting for the marines.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: If they do have escort and they show their mugs. Launch those suckers but don't activate them till I say so. I want an ace in the hole. Mark Garrison -> ::glances back to Corizon, nodding with a grin:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Up the ladder last; Looks to Victria:: Locked? Cptn Corizon -> ::Rue:: Keep an eye on the team, tell sickbay to be ready for casualties. Rue Wydown -> :;watching this play between Garrison and Corizon, raises a brow:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::checking the area around the door for a control panel:: Cptn Corizon -> << We'll go just a little longer since we started late if thats okay with everyone >> Rue Wydown -> All ready on it. DervtRahks -> @ Burris> Send a message to that wench that we need help, to get those overgrown elves of hers here to get us otu of this Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::pulling up her PADD, and looking for wiring schematics in the data:: DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> ::starts sending a message into Romulan space requesting assistance:: Victria -> @ ::She nodded.:: We need something to blast through or a way to override the controls. DervtRahks -> but is met by static from the nebula Charlotte Matsumura -> @ I've got det charges, of course, but they're fairly useless in this close quarters. I need an access panel. Major Cloud -> @ Blast it. We don't have time. Major Cloud -> @Tanks> ::looks to Charlotte:: Oh I think I can help with that. ::grins:: DervtRahks -> @ Nathaniel> Burris, no good, static from the Nebula Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::nods:: ::looks to Tanks:: Major Cloud -> @Tanks> Looks like there's an access panel over hwere... Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, reclining, sipping on some tea:: Well, this seems to be going well. Victria -> @ ::She nodded in agreement.:: A blast is risky, but they can decompress at any time. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> I say vent the cargo doors, we can always go back and pick up the carg and reload it once they're dead Cptn Corizon -> Do we still have a lock on the team? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::shifts to rip open the console:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> Do it then... Fae -> Aye. TR has been tracking them. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::pulls it, and begins pulling wiring and chips:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> Easier to recover cargo then our lives...for that matter, cargo be damned Major Cloud -> @Tanks> ::helping her:: Alright. That aught to do it. Fae -> Looks like they are near the bridge entrance but haven't forced entry yet. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::narrowing her eyes at the config:: DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> ::starts to activate the decompression cycle, warning Klaxon begins to ring: 1 minute to cargo bay decompression begins to repeat over the the com system Rue Wydown -> <w>C'mon, c'mon. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::shifting two chips, overriding bridge command:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::sends manual command to open and...:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: Bridge doors open Major Cloud -> @Sykes> +Cloud+ We've got a decompression warning down here. DervtRahks -> @ Burris...what the !? Shut down that decompression, it will suck us out too, the bridge doors arnt sealed1 Major Cloud -> @Cloud> +Sykes+ Get your asses to someplace secure. We'll try to shut it down. Fae -> They are starting to leak air. Big time. Victria -> @ ::Victria rushed onto the bridge the moment the doors opened.:: Fae -> AT is in the bridge. Major Cloud -> @ ::grins as the door opens and follows in:: Good afternoon. Gentlemen. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> ""rushes to try to shut down the cycle:: DervtRahks -> @Burris> Who the hell are you!? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::shaking her head, moving in with the team:: Major Cloud -> @ Your friendly Neutral Zone cargo instructors. Major Cloud -> inspectors* DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> Still working at the computer trying to shut it down Victria -> @ ::Holding her phaser on those on the bridge, eyes narrowed.:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> You have no right to be on my ship, get off Rue Wydown -> ((Cargo instructors...interesting typo)) Major Cloud -> @ Now we can do this one of two ways. You let us have a look at that cargo or you don't and I shoot you and look at it anyway. Your choice. Fae -> (( Does that imply sentient cargo? )) Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::PPG up, aimed at the members of the bridge crew:: DervtRahks -> @ Burris> you cant' do that, you're a Feddie Major Cloud -> @ ::Burris:: Am I? Major Cloud -> @ I mean I am wearing a uniform, but you never know. So what's it going to be? Victria -> (( Two on the bridge? Or are all three? )) DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> Nathaniel..get over here....I need help with this code, somethings wrong with door controls .. Major Cloud -> @ You want to take a chance that these are set on stun? DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> it's like someone's tampered with the controls...::then turns to look at the others on the bridge. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> Oh my god what did you do the the door controls, i can't shut down the purge cycle, it's going to suck all our air out Major Cloud -> @ ::hears Lobo:: Oh hell. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> You morons have killed us all Victria -> @ ::Hearing their issues, she glanced to Charlotte, flicking her chin at the console.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::moving to the console:: I reprogrammed the blast doors not your bloody cargo doors. DervtRahks -> @ 20 seconds to decompression Fae -> Still leaking a lot of air. Major Cloud -> @ +Excalibur+ Cloud to Excalibur, lock onto the lot of us and beam us out. Sykes and Golan are down in the cargo bay, should be able to get some of that while we're at it. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> ::starts digging under the console for an emergency air mask Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::holstering her PPG, rerouting through the available commands, muttering a few choice English and Japanese curses as she goes:: Cptn Corizon -> You heard them! Fae -> +TR+ Recall Recall Emergency! DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> puts his mask on and pulls a knife, daring anyof them to try to take it from him Fae -> +TR+ Everyone from the freighter beam over here. DervtRahks -> @ Lobo> ::takes a lunge at Charlotte:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Beamy Beamy. Rue Wydown -> I'm going down to assist medical in case we're swamped. Hopefully we don't have much mroe than a toe jam, but just to be safe... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::whirls on him with an elbow to the nose as the shimmer takes her:: Fae -> Might want bridge crew in suits over there. Major Cloud -> ::Shimmers:: Cptn Corizon -> Report, what the hell is going on over there? Cptn Corizon -> Are they decompressing? Fae -> +Security+ Beaming hostiles into TR1 and TR2. Please reinforce. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods to Rue:: Fae -> Ship is decompressing. All life forces have been beamed out. Fae -> I think we were in time. DervtRahks -> # tr'Salik> Rekkhai, weapons fire, and ship decompressing, transporters in use DervtRahks -> # They're removing the cargo? Major Cloud -> ::Shimmers onto the TR padd, along with the rest of the AT, the freighter captain and two cargo containers:: DervtRahks -> # trSalik> It appears to be some of it Major Cloud -> << freighter crew* >> Fae -> Some cargo is coming out with the air. Major Cloud -> ::Burris:: Welcome to the Excalibur. DervtRahks -> # Weapons...power ie'yakk banks hnah! Cptn Corizon -> Lock onto what we can. DervtRahks -> Lobo> Gets slammed in the face by charlote DervtRahks -> and drops his knife Cptn Corizon -> Then release the tractor beam and put some space between us. God only knows if it's rigged. Rue Wydown -> ::entering lift and heading down ship:: Fae -> :: starts feeding coordinates of the free cargo to cargo bay transporters :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shimmers solid, and follows through with a sweep to the leg and a full take-down:: Fae -> :: Gets transporter techs working on bring it on board :: Major Cloud -> ::Still with his weapon aimed Burris:: You'll excuse me if we skip the tour. ::victria:: Take them to the brig. DervtRahks -> ACTION : t'Rahks' ship arrives and sees the shi in the tractor and fires at it Fae -> :: Starts backing off a bit, and watching for build ups to self destruct :: Fae -> Company! Victria -> ::Smiles as Charlotte's blow lands. Scoops up the blade, tossing it in one hand and tucking it into her belt. Phaser still in hand, she gestured for the freighter crew to move.:: Fae -> :: puts the new arrival on screen :: Cptn Corizon -> Oh hell. Evasives. Fae -> :: Goes evasive :: DervtRahks -> Causing the resulting debris to pelt the Excalibur and an shockwave of explosives going boom underneath them Fae -> :: opening the range :: Fae -> :: aborts the transport processes :: DervtRahks -> tr'Salik...withdraw and reengage cloak once we're out of the nebula Cptn Corizon -> Mark. Activate the counter measures. Cptn Corizon -> That should cover our escape. Fae -> Taking some impacts. Fae -> Open the range? Cptn Corizon -> Helm... get ::shakes:: get us out of here. I am not about to go picking a fight in the nebula. Fae -> :: Opens the range :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::dragging Lobo to his feet, and shoving him, complete with bleeding nose, down the hallway with the rest of his compatriots:: Fae -> Looks like they're backing off too. Victria -> ::Keeps her feet as the ship shudders, eyes still on their four captives. The one she'd disabled didn't look like he could walk.:: Rue Wydown -> ::shockwave rattles Rue about in the turbolift:: Looks like they did have company. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Several impacts hit the Excalibur, doing minor damage. Fae -> Fired at the freighter and it's cargo, now their're running. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( Disregard the @ )) Fae -> Minor damage from impacts. DervtRahks -> ::hit in the rear by some of the explosives: Withdraw tr'Salik...hnah! Charlotte Matsumura -> ::manages to hang on to her balance by shifting and recentering, but only just:: DervtRahks -> That was too close Fae -> :: continues to open the range. :: Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Tandaris Admiran -> ::spills tea:: What was that? Mark Garrison -> (sorry bout that, minor crisis averted :D) Fae -> :: tries to get a class on that new ship :: DervtRahks -> ACTION: FREIGHTER is destroyed from the ensuing explosions DervtRahks -> <,T'Rasus class light starbird> Mark Garrison -> ::activates those counter measures if no one has yet:: Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> :: paused :: Rue Wydown -> Whew :P Cptn Corizon -> That was exciting! Mark Garrison -> brb Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty. Cptn Corizon -> So, we managed to get the freighter crew and two containers of their cargo aboard. Cptn Corizon -> And no one died! Rue Wydown -> this time Victria -> Not because we didn't want them to. Cptn Corizon -> Wait, a succesful mission! Fae -> :: wonders if the serial numbers will be the same ones encountered twice before. :P :: Cptn Corizon -> Gonna have to work on that. Fae -> Is that allowed? Cptn Corizon -> Thanks to our lovely SGV, as always. Cptn Corizon -> I know it took some restraint on her part not to use her ONE FREE SHOT AT EXCALIBUR card. Cptn Corizon -> We'll pick up next week right about here. DervtRahks -> I'm saving that one up Cptn Corizon -> Any questions? Cptn Corizon -> Also thanks for hanging around. Cptn Corizon -> I know we ran way late. Rue Wydown -> Thanks again folks Cptn Corizon -> If there are no questions, have a good night and see you all next week. Victria -> Night all. Charlotte Matsumura -> Night, folks. Rue Wydown -> Good Night folks! Excalibur_Feb_6_2011.txt

Here's a copy of our chatlog. Enjoy. Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is en route to intercept a freighter in the neutral zone, not exactly common place even now. Long range sensors have not revealed anything concrete, though with our cloaking device activate we can only use passive sensors. Corizon has asked for the senior staff (thats all of you) to gather in the observation lounge to discuss where we go from here. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Rue Wydown -> ((test?)) Cptn Corizon -> Alright, if no one has any questions. Let's get started. We pick up with everyone in the Observation Lounge already. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM DervtRahks -> <corizon pm when au get a chance> Fae -> :: Takes a place in the lounge near the door back to the bridge. :: Laarell -> Kahrak> ::in Obs lounge, having gotten there early for easier mobility in the small, humanoid-designed space:: Victria -> ::Standing against the wall with arms crossed, Victria waited -somewhat- patiently for the briefing to begin.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Sitting in the lounge, her attention going from the PADD, to the people around her, and back again.:: Rue Wydown -> ::stands by the viewport, chewing in a thumbnail, mulling over a few things:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters from the side door, an ISD in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other:: Good morning, thank you all for coming. DervtRahks -> @ Freighter Captain> ::grumbles:: Foolish Romulan woman, tell me how we got mixed up with them again? Always moving these goods around until they find a buyer. They'd be best off finding the buyer first.... DervtRahks -> @Frieghter pilot> Well, you said it was because they were paying us so well, to remind you of that now and then DervtRahks -> @Freighter captain> Oh shut up.... Rue Wydown -> ::turning around, pulls the padd from under her arm, and takes her seat:: DervtRahks -> <Corizon uses ISD's, perhaps he's one of our agents afterall> Cptn Corizon -> << lol >> Tandaris Admiran -> ::in the observation lounge, running a background check on the potted plant:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Doesn't sit, but does put the two objects in his hand down:: So, we find ourselves at a cross roads, do we not? Major Cloud -> ::Glances around the room, wishing Teykier had came. Instead he fixed his eyes back on the Captain:: Fae -> :: Decides against a cute comment :: Laarell -> ::actually playing with the Romulan goodie Cloud brought her, but still not happy enough to go to a happy senior staff playdate:: Major Cloud -> What have we been able to determine so far from the sensor scans of the freighter? Major Cloud -> << from Corizon* >> Fae -> Very little. Traditional romulan design. Not particularly new or fast. Fae -> << Sorry Federation design >> Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Well that's exciting. What's a Federation-design transport doing out all this way? Laarell -> Kahrak> Nothing odd on board, at least that showed up on scans. If they have something alartm-raising, it's well-concealed. Fae -> Scanners aren't good at picking up motivation, sir. :: small grin :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Goes over to the window:: Remember on that mission with Varen in command? Wasn't the ship you all intercepted a Federation-flagged freighter? And wouldn't, presumably, if you were going to transport weapons into the Gamma Quadrant want to use something thatw asn't going to raise suspicions? Major Cloud -> ::Leans forward:: Didn't Teykier say that the Syndicate was apparently not even aware of this? Fae -> :: Nods :: The Romulans haven't been that active in Gamma, while the Federation has been. A reasonable choice. Rue Wydown -> So is attempting to hide contraban in crates and such destined for humanitarian missions. Cptn Corizon -> ::Points a finger:: To planet almost assuredly being supplied without side weapons. DervtRahks -> @ Freighter captain> I'll be glad when we're done this lousy transport. I could use a few weeks back on Risa, if you know what I mean. None of those Romulan women, were very receptive at all.... Cptn Corizon -> ::Exhales and turns back to the room:: So... we have a resonable suspicion that there could be contraband weapons aboard that freighter. What do we want to do about it? Victria -> Board them. ::Victria spoke up.:: Fae -> Wait till they hit Federation space, then board them. Victria -> Any reasonable suspicion is grounds for inspection. Rue Wydown -> I hate to say it, but we're in the middle of the neutral zone with contraban ourselves. We're on the brink of causing chaos just be being here, let alone boarding them. Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae::: What about that stick issue of the tachyon field? DervtRahks -> # Helm, move us back towards 322 mark 4. I wish to check on our various ships... Cptn Corizon -> ::Holds up a hand:: I, for one, don't actually have the codes to get past that without detection. Unless of course it doesn't matter. Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances around the room:: Laarell -> Kahrak> Doesn't matter? Rue Wydown -> Does what matter? Causing an intergalatic incident? ::raises a brow:: Cptn Corizon -> Well I mean, let's be honest here. I am sure, by now, someone is looking for us. Under my orders we left the Republic and for all intents and purposes have gone AWOL. DervtRahks -> # Reports from the Rihan frieghters have them safely to their initial destinations. Cptn Corizon -> If you don't think someone has dispatched a starship to go looking for us, well you'd have to be pretty naive. Cptn Corizon -> So, if we cross the Neutral Zone back into Federation space... its going to set off a half a dozen alarms and hang a big sign that says HEY LOOK HERE'S THE EXCALIBUR. DervtRahks -> @ # Reports of the Lloann'na ship, is still makes it's way through the neutral zone, it is nearing one of the nebula that will help obsure it. Laarell -> Kahrak> Can we board them and get what we need... whatever that is, exactly... before we are intercepted? Cptn Corizon -> And what if the freighter isn't carrying weapons? Cptn Corizon -> ::Was this Corizon not being entirely sure of himself:: What if we expose ourselves, board a civilian freighter and all they have are stem bolts? DervtRahks -> # Ops.....launch a small probe to head to a bit past their location. I wish to make sure the way is still clear DervtRahks -> <self sealing stem bolts> Tandaris Admiran -> And if it _is_ carrying weapons, what if there is a cloaked warbird escorting the freighter? Maryse Dubois -> Then we use a cover for our boarding. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Admiran:: There's also that. Laarell -> Kahrak> It doesn't matter. Either way, we'd still get picked up by Starfleet patrols. If we don't end up with evidence, we're... toasted. Rue Wydown -> :;exhales heavily:: We could follow them, see where they go. But if we can't verify that they're a part of this plot, we're wasting our time. Cptn Corizon -> So with that in mind, I think it's time we actually ask ourselves something. Victria -> If you are worried about revealing the ship, then recon is the best option. Follow them and see where they go and who they meet. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Victria:: BUt do we want to follow them into Federation space? Rue Wydown -> Is there a way to discover if we've got a Romulan warbird shadowing them? Maryse Dubois -> I don't think anyone really wants to stay in the Neutral Zone. Fae -> Sure. Our cloak is lousy. We just get closer, and it will decloak and blow us away. Cptn Corizon -> Listen, before we get ourselves any deeper I want to ask you all... I want to ask you all if you want to continue with this mission. I know that we've risked a lot so far, but we don't have any more hard evidence to support the weapons smuggling than we did when we started and at this point... Tandaris Admiran -> ::grunts:: What Waters said. Rue Wydown -> ::mutters::<m>Except for a bit of shrapnel in the ***. ::frowns:: Maryse Dubois -> They hid weapons amongst supplies I was to use to heal people. I take that rather personal. Not to mention they did try to blow some of us up. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Corizon:: Well, the chip that Howard and I decrypted from your prisoner reveals more information about a smuggling ring--of course, it's up to you whether you want to trust the source. And it doesn't link anything to this particular freighter. Cptn Corizon -> ::He paused:: At this point... well... right now the balance of the Gamma Quadrant is likely hanging in the balance. We're here because no one else would take this risk, but is it a risk worth taking? If we let the weapons smuggling continue the Dominion is only going to further destablize. Sooner or later they might get a little annoyed that someone is supplying their people with weapons and that we're seemingly in capable of stopping it. Rue Wydown -> Anything we do going forward has the potential of causing an incident that could bring two Alpha quadrant governments into war. So we cause chaos in one area just to stop chaos in another? Cptn Corizon -> Not only that, but it's a direct violation of the prime directive. Rue Wydown -> You all need to speak up, this falls as much on your shoulders as it does ours. DervtRahks -> # ::turns to her XO:: I am perfectly willing to lose those Lloann'na veruuls if we have to. Au did load the ship accordingly? Sean Howard -> :: flicks a rather irritated glance at Wydown, as we got dragged out here without being asked, why should the command staff shrug off the responsibility now :: Fae -> I'm not eager to blunder around doing act of war stuff... But somebody has to start tracing a flow of freighters through the wormhole, presumably from the neutral zone. I'm not sure one ship can do that. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Wydown:: This is not a democracy. Cptn Corizon -> ::Admiran:: It's not, but I want to know how you all feel about it. Maryse Dubois -> We're already in up to our necks. Might as well go all the way. Rather than getting busted for having cold feet, when we could have stopped this. Rue Wydown -> Go all in, hmm? Tandaris Admiran -> Say we do nothing about the freighter. What then? We do eventually have to return to Federation space and set off those alarm bells. DervtRahks -> # Daise'Erei'Riov tr'Salik> Ie Rekkhai. Time to test his loyalty to the plan I presume? Cptn Corizon -> ::Admiran:: If we don't go after the freighter, and we don't have any more evidence to go on -- then I will order us to set course for Earth, where I will take full responsability for the failure of this mission. Rue Wydown -> ::looking around at the rest of the group, trying to get a feel for where they are on this, if there's a commitment to go forward or beg off:: Fae -> If we exit the zone near the freighter, we'll draw attention to the freighter. We might want to lay a false trail. Cptn Corizon -> Depending on what we find on the freighter, we may need to dig deeper or we may have to call it quits. Tandaris Admiran -> ::has taken refuge in that wonderful reservoir, apathy:: Laarell -> Kahrak> In that case, there isn't much harm in exploring the freighter. Maybe we'll even get ourselves cleared. DervtRahks -> # ::Grins:: But of course tr'Salik, but of course. Au have done well..... Cptn Corizon -> ::Takes a deep breath:: So alright then. Sean Howard -> :: swimming right along with the Chief on this one, as we're buggered either way :: Cptn Corizon -> Everyone seems in agreement then, we board the freighter? Maryse Dubois -> ::nods in agreement.:: Fae -> :: very small nod :: Victria -> If we do not take the risk, we have nothing. Cptn Corizon -> On our side or in the Neutral Zone? Laarell -> Kahrak> Why not sooner, when they're less likely to expect it? Rue Wydown -> My thought is we wait until our side of the NZ so we don't cause an incident that'd be reported back to Romulus. Tandaris Admiran -> In Federation space. We would detect any Romulan guards crosssing the detection grid. Major Cloud -> There is a nebula they're coming up on. We could likely sneak right up on them. Maryse Dubois -> If we do it in Federation Space, less likely a chance a warbird would pop up. Fae -> Or they might be meeting someone there. If these guys are related to our last landfall, they like to bobby trap space junk. Fae -> I'd kind of like to avoid nebulas, thank you. Cptn Corizon -> But if they make a cargo exchange in the nebula, we'll be right back where we started. No, we follow them into the Nebula... ::looks around:: and then grab them on the otherside. Fae -> OK. But let's go in real nervous like. Rue Wydown -> What kind of draw is the Nebula going to do to the cloak? Cptn Corizon -> We can likely avoid revealing to them we have a cloaking device that way, yes? Decloak before we enter the nebula? Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to the brains in the room for an awnser to his question:: Sean Howard -> :: glance and a nod at Tandy :: Fae -> :: Not sure she like this. Then again, she hasn't been impressed by the cloak's performance thus far... :: Laarell -> Kahrak> I agree. We have the better hand when it comes to sensors in the nebula anyway. DervtRahks -> #trSalik> Do au think that Lloannen'galae ship is still following our frieghters then? Is that why au try to draw them to this io ship? Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances about the room:: Very well. Engineering I want you to start working on a way to jam their communications systems. I don't want them phoning home. ::Victria/Cloud:: Security and the Marines can submit to me a proposal to board the freighter. I want to plans, one to do it quietly, and another to do it as an inspection. Science and Operations will need to work on boosting our sensors in the nebula so we can keep just out of their range but stay close. Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: How long before we get to the nebula? Fae -> About an hour. Tandaris Admiran -> ::ah, time for some good old-fashioned subspace warefare:: Tandaris Admiran -> *::warfare:: Cptn Corizon -> I assume they'll have to drop to impulse to traverse it. How long will it take to get throuigh the nebula? Fae -> At impulse... about 5 hours... and impulse is a good assumption. Fae -> If we hit em in the middle, it will help block both comm and sensors... but if they are meeting someone, it will likely be there. Rue Wydown -> ::leaning back in her chair:: Cptn Corizon -> Where is the border in relation to the nebula? DervtRahks -> # I do. Each time we've looked back, they've been following Victria -> ::Her eyes flicked briefly to Cloud, already formulating boarding plans. A pity that she will probably be asked to do it with minimal bloodshed.:: Fae -> Nebula is mostly on the Romulan side. Some leakage into Fed space. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Well we'll just have to play it by ear then. If they make a hand off, we follow the football. If they don't we follow them through to Federation space. Cptn Corizon -> ::Takes a breath:: Does everyone know then what they need to do? Sean Howard -> (( must go now, see you next week )) Fae -> :: nods :: Major Cloud -> Very well. Let's get to it then. Cptn Corizon -> << what he said >> Rue Wydown -> ::mutters something under her breath, then inhales slowly and gets ready leave the room:: Major Cloud -> <<...and...>> Cptn Corizon -> ::Wydown:: Commander, a moment if you will, in my office when we're done? Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> :: paused :: Laarell -> ::paused:: Cptn Corizon -> Next time on Excalibur... Rue Wydown -> ::cues dramatic music:: Cptn Corizon -> TBS will be one hour. Long enough for you all to set somethings up in log, but just barelly getting us to the nebula, behind the freighter. If that sounds good to everyone? Fae -> I'm good. Fae -> < Nearly left out one of the 'o's in good. > Laarell -> No, dear, *Ivanova* is god. Rue Wydown -> :;chuckles:: Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty. Cptn Corizon -> If you have questions or suggestions about where we should be going Fae -> Almighty... Cptn Corizon -> Please, please feel free to send me an email. Cptn Corizon -> I want this to be as much your plot as it is mine. :D Excalibur_Jan_30_2011.txt

Hi all - here's the sim log from our Sunday's adventure. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has taken aboard an interesting passenger, whilst Engineering, Science and Wydown try to track down where to head next. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Cptn Corizon -> No? Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> ::Enters the brig area, proper:: Victria -> ::Having escorted their "guest" to the brig, Victria waited for Corizon to interrogate him, staring across the forcefield at the Romulan.:: Fae -> :: Taking the ship to the center of nowhere. :: Mark Garrison -> ::already in the brig with Victria, watching over their guest:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::seated on the bench at the back of the cell, eyes closed as he allowed his mind to clear:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Is in a medical lab, looking over scans from the probe.:: Laarell -> ::in her quarters, playing with de-encrypting a Romulan matrix:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to Mark and Victria:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Then to the prisoner:: Rue Wydown -> ::looking over Matsumura's shoulder as the facial recognition program does it's thing:: I know, a long shot, but still might spark something. Cptn Corizon -> Who are you? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>As I told you... Gaius tr'Argelian. I come bearing information I felt might be of use to you. Victria -> ::Victria turned as Corizon entered, her lips pressed into a thin line. Attention swinging back to their passenger. Her brow furrowed as she puzzled over something.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the brig... knew they had brought a "guest" aboard, but had not been part of that operation:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Zooms in at the cellular level of the probe.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Remains unmoved:: No, I mean who are you. Not your cover name, not the name you've been told to give me. Who are you and what are you doing at exactly the right place at the right time and why do you know who I am or what the name of my ship is. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks back to Rue:: I hope that it does... We need all the help we can get at this point. Rue Wydown -> How long would you say that group had vacated the premises before we showed up? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::wry smile:: You need only this current persona. Of anyone, you know what risks I run, should I divulge my identity to you. Cptn Corizon -> ::Corizon's ears pinned back:: I also know what risks you run if you don't. Like an airlock. Mark Garrison -> ::tiny smirk:: Maryse Dubois -> Hmm...interesting... Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::holding Corizon's eyes with his own:: Given my current appearance and...expertise... you know I've faced far worse than your airlock, Captain. Victria -> ::Frowning still, Victria leaned close to Corizon, speaking quietly.:: Cptn Corizon -> Yes well, if you want to have a chance to face anything other than the cold vacuum of space I am going to need some information. Cptn Corizon -> ::He glanced to Mark and Victria:: Because let me tell you, explaining away your death would be the least of my troubles at the moment. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Yes, I'm well aware of your current... troubles. This might soothe ruffled feathers, as it were? ::withdraws a chip from his pocket raising it to be seen by his interrogators:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Corizon said something to Victria in response:: Charlotte Matsumura -> It's hard to say. If it were a corpse, an autopsy could reveal a lot more. Cptn Corizon -> ::An ear lifted:: How do I know this isn't a setup? Charlotte Matsumura -> Given the clothing, the dates on some of the other documents we've found... I'd say recently. Mark Garrison -> ::glancing at Corizon's and Victria's side conversation, he moved closer to the forcefield, looking the chip over:: Ah, the convenient information to save your hide. Maryse Dubois -> ::Is interrupted by a nurse, whispering some news to her.:: I see. Thanks. ::Turns off the scanner and picks the probe back up. She exit the lab, going back to her office to secure the device.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::cutting a glare at Garrison, looking back to Corizon:: You don't. But I'm certain that someone of your... resourcefulness... might be able to corroborate the data. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Or at least this small sample. Mark Garrison -> ::glances back to Corizon with a distrustful look: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: I still don't trust you and I am going to want to find out who you are and I will. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Mark:: Take that down to engineering. Maryse Dubois -> ::Once the probe is locked up, she grabs a PADD and a medkit and walks out the door.:: +Rue+ Dr. Dubois to Commander Wydown. Rue Wydown -> +Dubois+ Aye, go ahead Doctor. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::knowing look to his eyes, quietly observing interactions:: Rue Wydown -> ::gives Charlotte a one finger response to indicate she was stepping aside for just a moment:: Victria -> ::Victria straightened, still studying their prisoner as she waited for Mark to drop the field and remove the data. Her fingers rested lightly on the phaser at her hip.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods to Rue, having heard the initial comm:: Maryse Dubois -> +Rue+::Walking out of sickbay and to a TL.:: I thought you should know, I ran a few scans on that little toy you gave me. Mark Garrison -> ::Mark nodded, tapping the controls by the field, a small hand sized circle appeared in the field:: Hand out. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::eyes alight on Victria as her hand goes to her phaser, then back to Garrison:: Rue Wydown -> +Dubois+ Some toy. Find anything useful? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::rising and passing the chip through the field, as instructed:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Argelian:: When you feel like telling me who you are, maybe we'll put you in quarters. Mark Garrison -> ::quickly takes the chip, waiting for him to return his hand:: I wouldn't try her if I were you. Cptn Corizon -> Until then, I am going to treat you like what you are pretending to be. Tandaris Admiran -> ::swoops into engineering, whistling:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::shakes his head:: Not at all. I fully intend to comply with your requests... Most of them, at any rate. ::eyes flit to Corizon:: Maryse Dubois -> +Rue+ A little bit, but I'm not quite finished. I did learn that it can be used as a crowd control device. It taps into the nervous system of it's victim and gives a nasty little jolt to stun them. DervtRahks -> # El'arrain, I want those stores divided and taken to the three locations on this ISD, then....destroy all records on it. Once this is done, report back to me. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::having deposited the chip with Garrison, resumes his seat and closes his eyes:: Mark Garrison -> ::sighs as he closes the field again, turning to Corizon and Victria:: Try not to have too much fun. Mark Garrison -> ::shrugs and makes his way for the door:: Rue Wydown -> +Dubois+ Oh bloody lovely. Is it fatal? Maryse Dubois -> +Rue+ I imagine it can be if used on a maximum setting. Victria -> ::Watches Mark until he leaves, then turns back to the prisoner, still frowning.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances back over her shoulder, the stream of unfamiliar faces continuing on her terminal:: Mark Garrison -> ::once he was in the hall, he made a line for the closest TL, entering it:: Engineering. Rue Wydown -> +Dubois+ I know you've got more testing to do. Keep in mind I need you to figure out how to disable it, if possible. If you need to rope engineering in, then do so. Just don't do any live simulations until you're positive it can be contained. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::senses her presence, her observation, but remains in his current position:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks back to him, gets closer:: I know you're not what you claim to be, you can save both of us a lot of time by telling us who you are. Mark Garrison -> ::arrives in engineering, looking around for Tandy or some equally insane engineer:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::opens his eyes, looking to Corizon:: I know of you, Captain, but I do not know you. It is unclear to me whether or not you can be trusted with my own dark secrets. ::purses lips:: The information you have was given to me by a Rihan... Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>...set on revenge for actions taken against his house. Maryse Dubois -> +Rue+ I'll make sure to tell Tandaris not to use it on his assistants. ::TL stops at Brig level.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>His needs aligned with my own interests, the interests of the Federation. Sean Howard -> :: doing something engineeringish in a corner :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Revealing my own identity at this moment suits neither. Rue Wydown -> ::and that comment made her smile, envisioning Tandaris using the wee devil to bedevil his assistants again:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Argelian::: If you know of me, you know that I won't hesitate to kill you if you become an undue burden upon this mission. You should also know that I' Cptn Corizon -> ve been at this a long time, and eventually I will find out who you are. Cptn Corizon -> Dead men ::he said dryly:: do tell tales. Mark Garrison -> ::walks over to Howard:: Hey you, your an engineer right? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::nods:: I am aware, Captain. Ambassador Aenikh will provide example. Sean Howard -> :: glances back :: Last time I checked the resume I was, sir. Maryse Dubois -> ::Enters the brig processing room. She was told by one of the security officers that the Captain is currently in there with the "Guest.":: Cptn Corizon -> ::Corizon's ears went flat:: Mark Garrison -> :frowns slightly:: Where is Admiran? Rue Wydown -> Charlotte, I'm going to leave you with this, if that's okay. I need to check out with the bridge. Keep me posted. ::picking up her own PADD:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Understood, Commander. Charlotte Matsumura -> It may be a while before we get a hit, in any case. Sean Howard -> He pranced through earlier, I believe. Victria -> ::Noting Maryse, she stepped away from the cell and met the doctor at the door.:: Doctor. Something I can do for you? Mark Garrison -> Prancing. ::deadpan:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in a corner previously unobserved owing to the geometrical configuration of engineering:: DervtRahks -> # Oh, and El'Arrain, forward any dispatches from the local base. I want to know if any of our ships, were able to intercept that Lloann'ha Galae ship Rue Wydown -> ::short nod, then steps out into the hall before she utters the thought she was thinking:: If we ever do. Bloody hell, are you starting your own wild goose chase here? ::looking at the PADD with her notes:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::doing something slightly more engineeringish than whatever Sean was doing, not that it's a competition or anything (it is):: Sean Howard -> He may be in a corner somewhere now. We have a lot of corners, sir. Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Yes, I'm here because of the visitor we seem to have picked up. I have to run some scans. You know, procedure and all. But I understand the Captain is in there. I can wait till he's through. Rue Wydown -> ((Okay, now why am I having a mental image of Tandy in a "Captain Morgan" pose in Engineering?)) Cptn Corizon -> ::Gives one last look to him:: When you decide to actually be honest with me, let me know. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::sighs, looking back to her screens:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Victria:: Treat him as we would any other prisoner. DervtRahks -> # And El'Arrain.....be sure to deploy an ample array of mines in the area as well Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::nods:: I am being as honest as a person in my position may be, Captain. Sean Howard -> Is there something you need, sir? Tandaris Admiran -> ((Because he got what it takes to be a captain, Rue.)) Mark Garrison -> ::looks around:: Why yes, you do seem to. Wonder you keep the ship together with all those blasted corners. ::sighs, producing the Romulan datachip:: Corizon wants this decrypted and it's contents looked over. Mark Garrison -> ::hands it over:: If you or oft MIA Chief do it, I dont really care, just get it done. ::turns to leave:: Sean Howard -> Someone found a goodie. :: plucks the chip :: We'll get on it. Don't us call us, we'll call you. Joe Manning -> Qob: Her hesitancy to use it unless she really needs to is a big help. Cptn Corizon -> ::Turns:: Listen, tr'Aegelian. I don't care what position you think you're in. In my experience the more information I have, the more likely I am to think you are of some use to me. As is, I can only assume you're one of three things. Cptn Corizon -> A plant by the Romulans, A plant by the Starfleet, or a Plant by the Smugglers. Rue Wydown -> ::entering the lift:: Bridge, por favor. ::rocks back in her heels:: So far our little excursion has netted what.....picked up family photos, a half finished log thingie and a possible Romulan defector. Shiney. Cptn Corizon -> And all three of those things aren't particularly useful to me. Sean Howard -> :: has obviously been working with Tandy too long already :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::nods:: Apt analysis of the situation. But there is a fourth -- a genuinely interested party. Cptn Corizon -> Yes well, I don't buy that for a moment. Cptn Corizon -> Not without any other information... Sean Howard -> :: heads into a workroom to start on the chip :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Then, until you verify the information I've already provided, it would seem we are at a stalemate, Captain. Mark Garrison -> ::meanders his way back to Security:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles fangily:: You assume you're in any position to make a move. Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes his way towards the door:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::nods farewell to the Captain as he moves away:: Victria -> ::Having half turned to listen to Corizon with the prisoner, she glanced back to Maryse and gestured for her to enter. She paused as Corizon neared the door.:: Sean Howard -> :: plugs the chip into an isolated unit, begins poking at its digital innards :: Maryse Dubois -> Thanks. ::Nods as Corizon walks up. Nods.:: Captain. Rue Wydown -> ::exits out onto the bridge:: Maryse Dubois -> <<*minus that last nod. Oy...>> Sean Howard -> (( Dr. Bobblehead )) Maryse Dubois -> <<lol>> Tandaris Admiran -> ::pokes his head in:: Did I just hear us get a delivery of an encrypted Romulan chip carrying sensitive information? Fae -> :: glances back at Rue :: DervtRahks -> (changes mind and decides to blow up federation headquarters instead) Sean Howard -> :: looks back, squints :: Did you bug engineering? Rue Wydown -> No one's try to blow us up yet? ::walking down to her own seat:: Victria -> (( Sorry, t'Rahks. Once you've taken your hand off your game piece, you can't take back the move. )) Charlotte Matsumura -> (( Save that for checkmate... )) Fae -> Nooo... Just drifting through a perfectly empty Neutral Zone, trying to pretend that this cloak thing is worth the power we are feeding it. Mark Garrison -> ::finding Security plesantly empty, he moved into his office, pouring a mug of coffee and siting at his desk:: Charlotte Matsumura -> (( Oy! )) Fae -> I'm tempted to ask Engineering if they have it connected right. Tandaris Admiran -> ::furtive glances:: Nooooo. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::seated at one of the stations in main security, watches Mark wander across and into his office:: Tandaris Admiran -> Pfft, no. Why would you say that? ::allows his body to follow his head into the room:: Tandaris Admiran -> So you decrypted it yet? Sean Howard -> Hmm... But yes, we did get a chip. No, I just plugged it in. Rue Wydown -> Yeah, I probably wouldn't. They've got their hands full with the repairs and few extra projects thrown in to boot. ::pauses:: Show me again on the screen where we were, and were we've picked up our most recent passenger, aye? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::her station still running through the recognition software:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::rubs his hands together:: Exciting. I haven't had to decrypt Romulan intelligence in decades. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pushes herself out of her seat:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::and crosses to Mark's office, knocking against the doorframe:: Chief? Fae -> :: Starts working on a nice view of the ship's recent course :: Victria -> ::She followed the doctor into the brig area, glancing from her to the Romulan and back again.:: Do you need the field lowered? Mark Garrison -> ::sips, glancing up to Charlotte, nodding her in: Fae -> :: Neutral zone. Major landmarks. The system we visited, The nearby bases. The rendezvous point :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::steps into his office:: Sorry to intrude... Sean Howard -> I haven't had to decrypt Romulan intelligence in... twenty minutes. Got the data scraped off the computer on the base done. Rue Wydown -> :;was going to sit down, but decides against it, standing now to take in the map Fae is putting up on screen:: Victria -> ::As usual, she wanted nothing more than a prisoner to attempt something.:: I would suggest a DNA sample. Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks up to the cell, looking to the Romulan, then to Victria.:: I will in order to take a blood sample. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::opening his eyes as he hears Maryse approach, offering an amused expression:: Mark Garrison -> ::sips:: No, no intrusion. What can I do for you? Rue Wydown ->:;exhales, looking at the positions:: I'm not seeing a coorelation between the two. Do you? Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps back from the field a moment to let Victria lower it.:: Fae -> Anything else you can think of? Charlotte Matsumura -> I've got the images we have from the station churning through the recognition software. Cptn Corizon -> ::Exits onto the bridge"" Fae -> No. You'd think he would have a reason to wander into the Zone. Charlotte Matsumura -> No hits yet, but it is siphoning off some resources. Tandaris Admiran -> ::looks over the displays:: Looks like this is using a different matrix. ::prods the console slightly:: Maybe a tri-factor key with a quasisymmetric functional. . . . Fae -> :: Looks for anything vaguely in the neighborhood of the rondezvous point :: Fae -> :: Nods :: Captain... Victria -> ::The other security officers in the brig area tensed as Victria moved to deactivate the forcefield. The Al-Ucard stepped into cell first, pale blue eyes on the prisoner.:: You will submit to testing. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::remains seated, quiet, cooperative -- to a degree:: 59:10 DervtRahks -> (lol, see, i was right, knew I could do my farmville and mafia wars before he notice I'd been pm'ing for the last 30 minutes); Rue Wydown -> ::glances over her shoulder:: Captain. ::nods:: Sean Howard -> You say the nicest things, Chief. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Of course. ::lips twitching slightly:: Cptn Corizon -> (Sorry, your pm got lost under the other five I've got up lol ) Mark Garrison -> I'll put a priority flag on it if ops starts to complain. Mark Garrison -> ::sips again:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: Understood. ::turns to go:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps in.:: This will be quick and relatively painless. ::Starts with taking out her tricorder and takes some scans.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pauses:: I... understand we've taken aboard a guest. Victria -> ::Closer now, Victria's nostrils flared and she took a deep breath, watching the prisoner rather than the doctor.:: Mark Garrison -> ::he paused, regarding his coffee for a moment before looking back up to Charlotte:: Yes, a Romulan no less. It's all a little hush hush still, so use the better part of discretion. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::with his knowledge of the crew, has an idea what Victria might be confirming before Maryse even takes the first sample or scan:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Defector? Maryse Dubois -> Hmm...::Closes the tric.:: Seems healthy enough. ::Looking at the guest. She then takes a hypo with an empty vial to it.:: I'll need a blood sample. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::brow furrowing:: Rue Wydown -> So they're related but they're not? ::makes a face:: Tandaris Admiran -> If we apply a transpose and look at the Schur polynomials, the coefficients should reveal some information about the underlying encryption structure. Doubt it will be so nice as to give us the factors. . . . Mark Garrison -> He claims...to be an interested party. Gave up a data chip, engineering is looking it over right now. Mark Garrison -> ::frowns:: Regardless, I don't like it. Sean Howard -> Maybe if we add "pretty please." Charlotte Matsumura -> Rightfully so, it sounds. Tandaris Admiran -> Yes. "Dear Romulan data chip, please decrypt yourself." Victria -> ::Eyes narrowed slightly, she moved forward to join the doctor, gesturing to the Romulan to submit.:: Your arm. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr’Argelian>::raising arm, pushing back the dark sleeve of his tunic as he does so:: Sean Howard -> Well, there would be a key that says just that, digitally. Mark Garrison -> We'll be lucky if we get out of this with our careers. Given any thought to what you'll do after the eventual court martial? ::smirk:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Puts the hypo to his arm, and siphons a small amount of blood into the vial. Isn't surprised when the blood turns up red. She pockets the hypo, giving a faint smile.:: That's all I need for now. Victria -> ::Strong fingers gripped his bicep, tightening, though her eyes remained on his face.:: Doctor, if you will. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::snorts:: If it comes to that. Charlotte Matsumura -> Though it would seem that a Romulan defector might be a feather in our cap, should we need a bargaining chip. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Of course. Should you need any more, you know where to find me. ::grin:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION>Long range passive sensors detect a freighter moving through the Neutral Zone towards Federation space. Victria -> ::At the appearance of blood, she half smiled.:: Human. I thought as much. You do not smell like a Romulan. Rue Wydown -> ::mutters something under her breath, chewing on her fingernail, staring at the display:: <w>Little fish, little fish, were have you gone? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::nods:: Confirms what your captain already suspected. DervtRahks -> #::feels better splitting the hsipment into 3 parts. That way, if one shold be lost, most of the arsenal is still intact: Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps out of the cell.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>Which means I'm either a Federation plant, or that hideously unlikely fourth possibility. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gives her thanks to Victria as she exits the brig.:: Fae -> We have company.... Mark Garrison -> Well you would think, but I don’t know how much that will weigh against taking the ship on an incursion into the neutral zone. Fae -> :: Add the freighter to her map :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Exits onto the bridge:: Fae -> How many freighters does one see in the Zone? Charlotte Matsumura -> Depends on what information he'd have to broker, I suppose. Charlotte Matsumura -> Still... wishful thinking on my part. Victria -> So we shall see. ::She released him and backed out of the brig cell, reactivating the field once she'd cleared the door.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::watches the computer churn away through the permutations:: Charlotte Matsumura -> It'd likely take defection of the praetor to save us from our fate. Fae -> :: passive scans the freighter... extends its course backwards and forwards to see what it might be doing :: Tandaris Admiran -> We should upgrade our memory next time we go to Camelot. Tandaris Admiran -> I'd really like it to make a good cup of tea. Maryse Dubois -> ::Takes the TL up and steps out onto the bridge.:: Cptn Corizon -> Freighter? Mark Garrison -> Mmm, the Praetor, that’s good. We should work on that. Cptn Corizon -> ::Moves down to the OPS console:: Fae -> We might have a potential smuggler. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::smirks:: I'll get right on it. Fae -> Outbound from Rom space towards the Federation. Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps out to the railing and sees that the Captain is busy.:: Cptn Corizon -> Curious. Cptn Corizon -> Set an intercept course. Fae -> I would have thought that the smugglers would have a cloak, though. How much legit trade is happening these days? Cptn Corizon -> I want to intercept them before they cross into Federation space. Fae -> :: pushes buttons :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Plain sight you know. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::lowers his sleeve, and makes himself content once again to sit in the cell, eyes closed:: Fae -> :: Pushes more buttons :: Fae -> OK.... Tandaris Admiran -> ::listens to the computer go "bing":: Rue Wydown -> Is that adviseable? That's like advertising the Federation has stepped over the bounds. Fae -> Not a big problem. She's as slow as a freighter. Fae -> Engaging... :: Does so :: Mark Garrison -> ::chuckles:: Yes, I'll just place a call into Romulus... Mark Garrison -> and... Charlotte Matsumura -> Ask...? Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes his way back to his chair:: ETA? Mark Garrison -> You ask. It's your idea. Fae -> Six hours assuming no changes. Mark Garrison -> Besides, I'm not good with dignitaries. Too gruff. Charlotte Matsumura -> As if a lieutenant JG would be better? Far, far above my pay grade, I'm afraid. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Wydown:: As long as we're cloaked they won't know we're there. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::wry smile:: Victria -> ::Leaving the brig area with the prisoner secure, Victria headed into main security, moving to where Mark and Charlotte were in conversation.:: Cptn Corizon -> Should be able to get a clear scan of their cargo if we get close enough. Maryse Dubois -> ::Steps down into Cori's sight as he sits.:: I thought you should know, I did a little scan of your new friend. Fae -> Should. DervtRahks -> # :: Annoyed that no communication has come from the latest buyer as to their arrival, and grabs a pair of ale bottles, and crosses, dropping down in her chair and taking a deep drink from the first bottle:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Turns:: Let me guess, he's not human? Cptn Corizon -> <<Romulan* >> Maryse Dubois -> On the contrary. ::Holds up the vial of red liquid.:: Maryse Dubois -> <<damnit>> Cptn Corizon -> << sorry >> Maryse Dubois -> <<lol>> Mark Garrison -> Yes well...::traces his fingers over his collar:: I've got pips. How does Commander Matsumura sound? ::devilish grin:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles:: I could have told you that. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::snort:: Wonderful... When I get there. For now, I think you'll have to shoulder that burden. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::still grinning:: Suppose we should leave the machinations to the professionals? Cptn Corizon -> ::Points to his nose:: It's all in the scent, Doctor. Maryse Dubois -> I'm willing to bet when I do the DNA scan on this, nothing will show up on records. Should I just throw it away now? Cptn Corizon -> No, try it anyway. Cptn Corizon -> There's always a chance someone wasn't careful with their records. Fae -> I wouldn't be on our cloak, sir. Hasn't worked yet. Maybe if the freighter only has freighter class sensors. Tandaris Admiran -> ::hears the computer "bing" twice more, indicating it's finished:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Smirks.:: Very well. Looks like I get two mysteries to solve now. Mark Garrison -> ::smirk:: I'm going to remember this come your performance review. Victria -> It might interest you to know that our Romulan is no Romulan. ::She said to Mark and Charlotte.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Vic, brow arching:: Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Charlotte Matsumura -> The plot thickens, then. Maryse Dubois -> Ooo...maybe Tandaris won't have to use an assistant as a test subjetc now Maryse Dubois -> *subject Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> :: paused :: Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Cptn Corizon -> Once again danke to our SGV who gave up a raiding night to be with us, and will thus be richly rewarded with FREE SHOT AT EXCALIBUR the next chance she gets. Cptn Corizon -> Next week, six hours will have passed and we will be approaching the freighter.

Attached and below is our log from Excalibur's sim. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has left the base they were orbiting having found what Wydown believes to be a clue as to where they should go to next on an ISD; we also picked up a distress call originating from Romulan equipment but with Federation codes. We're currently just out of sensor range of said distress call while science and engineering work on the data device with Wydown. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Major Cloud -> No? Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Fae -> :: At ops :: Cptn Corizon -> Go to Yellow Alert ::whoever's at tactical:: Mark Garrison -> ::at Tac, does the yellow alert thing:: Cptn Corizon -> Weapons and shields on stand by. If this is a trap, I want to be readyfor it,. Fae -> :: watches power levels as Yellow brings the shields up, Still not too sure of cloak and power interactions :: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, making sure everything is prepared.:: Cptn Corizon -> << we can't raise shields while cloaked >> Cptn Corizon -> << If the Romulans can't with a mini-blackhole, niether can we >> Fae -> (( Yellow Alert automatically raises shields. I hope cloak was down, then. )) Cptn Corizon -> << I am sure that it's something that can be situationally toggled ;) >> Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::keeping himself busy by watching the power consumption of his own dying vessel carefully:: Tandaris Admiran -> ACTION: Tandaris wrote a macro. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::satisfied it's settled for a little while, heads for engineering:: Mark Garrison -> ::taps over Tactical, trying to keep the shields and weapons on a hot standby, while not draining power from the cloak:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: How long until we're in range? Fae -> As soon as you'd like, Captain. Victria -> ::In Main Security, Victria reviewed the scans they'd taken from the Romulan base, reviewing the security measures they'd run into and what had gone wrong.:: Fae -> Holding steady just out of sensor range. How would you like the approach? Cptn Corizon -> Yes. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::sets the appropriate controls, checks readouts, and then makes his way back to his console:: Fae -> :: Tunes impules engines to avoid laying ion trails :: Rue Wydown -> :::chewing in her thumbnail, trying to get the whole base fiasco sorted in her brain:: Mark Garrison -> (brb) Fae -> :: Turns to the captain, trying to interpret the ambiguous 'yes'. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::slides back into the seat where he has helm, ops, etc., slaved in to his control:: Major Cloud -> ::Lifts an ear:: Yes, Mister Waters? Cptn Corizon -> << LOL what Cloud said >. Rue Wydown -> Moon>You know Commander, if it hurts that badly, I can give you a sedative. Fae -> Sneak in quiet like on impules sort of yes? Cptn Corizon -> ::Considers:: Yes. Fae -> :: Engages 1/4 impulse :: Fae -> :: Keeps the bow towards the target for optimal sensor configuration :: Mark Garrison -> (back) Rue Wydown -> Yeah, I don't think so. ::distracted, wigglings her fingers in front of her as if she's counting or some sort of nervous tick:: Mark Garrison -> ::watching the Tactical read out with a stern look:: Major Cloud -> << what >> Major Cloud -> << gahajajaskljlaksdj > Maryse Dubois -> ::Checking on a patient as the yellow alert lights glow in the background.:: Hopefully we can avoid more conflict. ::Scans the patient.:: Cptn Corizon -> << Browser tab just crashed for no good reason >> Mark Garrison -> (test) Rue Wydown -> Moon> Then why are you...:;sighs, hands on his hips, watching another odd physical quirk:: Nevermind. Charlotte Matsumura -> ACTION> An older model scout ship -- several generations removed from current models -- seems to be mostly adrift. Reading minimal power, with only one lifesign aboard. Fae -> I have the signal source. :: attempts to magnify an image onto the main screen :: Mark Garrison -> ::looking over his display:: Picking up a...scout ship. Old model, nothing the Romulans still use. One lifesign. Fae -> An older ship. Scout. One life sign. Fae -> :: Considers tagging Mark and saying 'jinx'. :: Fae -> :: Decides she is too dignified :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::enters sickbay, rotating her shoulder slightly, wincing as she does so:: Major Cloud -> Bring us closer. Fae -> :: Continues in at quarter impulse :: Aye, Major. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::limited sensors send the control panel into full alert as the ship comes into range at last:: Cptn Corizon -> << That was Corizon >> Rue Wydown -> Oops, sorry, we done here? I gotta go. ::slipping out of the chair:: Until tomorrow, Mr Moon. Mark Garrison -> ::aquires a soft lock on the target. Debates between phasers and torpedoes, ultimately settling with torps. A bit of overkill, but the magnetic launchers powered up faster then any of the phaser strips on the ship:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::swings his legs back to full seated position, tapping commands:: Never been more glad to see you, Excalibur... ::muttering as he taps:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glancing around, narrowing eyes as she appraises the area:: Fae -> She seems to be powered down for the most part. Matches the damage reports of the distress messages. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks up as she hears the door whoosh open. Sees Charlotte enter.:: Give me one second. ::Finishes up with her patient and walks over to the security officer.:: Can I help you? Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Anything on passive sensors. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::boosts power to comms systems to try and open a channel:: +Excal+ This is...Excali...ur... Do...ead? Mark Garrison -> ::looks down to Tactical, Corizon:: Nothing...yet. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::frowning as he tries to clean up the signal:: Fae -> Power is really low. I think she has life support. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::gives a taut smile:: I was... ah, Commander Wydown. Have you finished, ma'am? Mark Garrison -> She means really low. They might be transmitting. I'll patch it through. ::does so:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::drawing from the last of the reserves and praying this works:: +Excalibur+ Excalibur, do you read? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::works on getting the visuals up and...:: Fae -> She is calling us by name. You should get a refund on this cloak thing. Mark Garrison -> ::glances up at the ceiling speakers:: There we go. Rue Wydown -> ::tucking her hair back into place:: Come along, Matsumura. ::waves to her to follow:: Cptn Corizon -> The hell. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::tapping a few more commands:: Ah-ha. Thanks, ol' girl. ::patting console:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods to Maryse:: Doctor. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::falling into step behind Rue, thinking better of having her shoulder treated:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Open a channel. Mark Garrison -> ::"Lets go on a cover mission into Romulan space, he says":: Mark Garrison -> covert* Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods, watching the two leave. She shrugs, going back to her patients.:: Fae -> :: opens the channel :: Fae -> ::Patches to bridge speakers :: Fae -> :: points to Corizon indicating he is on. :: Rue Wydown -> The pics we found. They been run through the database yet? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::keys open the channel:: Victria -> ::Glancing to the display as the alerts indicate a ship. She patched in to the bridge TAC display to get a handle on the situation.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Computer's chewing on it, ma'am. We have a surprising amount of visual identification data on Romulans we supposedly have never met. Cptn Corizon -> ::Takes a breath:: Unknown vessel, identify yourself. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::smirks:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ This is Gaius tr'Argelian... I am to assume I am addressing Captain Corizon of the Federation starship Excalibur? Mark Garrison -> ::frowns as he scans over empty space, noting Victria's observance:: Cptn Corizon -> +Argelian+ I am not in a position to confirm or deny that. What do you want? Rue Wydown -> Question. Doesn't it seem odd that a gun runner, even a peon of one, would bring pics with them? Most are a bit...how should I say this.....socially inept? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ ::a slight chuckle is overheard:: Of course. I am -- let us say... stranded. My vessel is unable to continue on my current trajectory. Cptn Corizon -> +Argelian+ And why do I care? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ I would figure that an honorable person as yourself might wish to render aid... as is the custom. But, perhaps, goodness of your heart is not reason enough. Fae -> :: Considers the various reasons Corizon might care... :: Mark Garrison -> ::remembers this part of the academy as the part where everyone dies:: Fae -> :: Goodness? Heart? Looks back to see who is in the command chair again. :: Victria -> Romulan? ::She queried Mark.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ I have been entrusted with some information of interest to you, Captain. I was attempting to flee to Federation space with said information when my somewhat older ship failed to make the full journey. Major Cloud -> +Arg+ Uhuh. Mark Garrison -> Appears so. ::replies back:: Fae -> :: Information! That might produce better results... :: Cptn Corizon -> +Arg+ I've been around a long time, you're going to have to come up with something better than I was trying to defect. Fae -> :: or maybe not... :: Cptn Corizon -> +Arg+ You know way too much about a ship that wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the Neutral Zone for this to be a coincidence. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ Let us say that your...departure... hasn't been all that quiet, Captain. Cptn Corizon -> ::Off Comm: Stand by to drop cloak and tow the scout into the hanger bay. Mark have security ready to take aboard our new guest. Fae -> :: Begins slowing the approach, never breaking directly away from the ship so as to avoid spraying it with impulse drive reaction mass :: Mark Garrison -> ::nods:: Understood. Cptn Corizon -> +Arge+ Well, we shall see. Stand by. We'll be dropping cloak momentarily and will tractor you aboard. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> +Excalibur+ Your assistance is appreciated, Captain. I will be standing by. Mark Garrison -> ::rattles off a quick message to Victria to meet him in the hanger bay, then stands from Tactical, letting one of the peons take over tractor duty:: Mark Garrison -> ::quick jaunt to the TL...:: Hanger bay. Fae -> :: Alters course slightly to make the extreme close approach. :: Major Cloud -> ::Mark:: Take him directly to the brig. Charlotte Matsumura -> Even some gun runners have family, Commander... Cptn Corizon -> << gah >> Charlotte Matsumura -> If it were an official operation, they might even be conscripts, doing their required service. Mark Garrison -> ::as the door closes:: Gotcha! Mark Garrison -> ::zoom zooms through the ship:: Victria -> ::Waves on the team to join her as she heads out, fully armed. Soon enough she was on her way to the hanger bay to meet Mark.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::closing the comms and gathering his things:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Fae:: When you're ready. As soon as he's been brought aboard, recloak us and set a parabolic course for deeper into the Neutral Zone. Rue Wydown -> Something doesn't smell right. I just can't put my finger on it. ::frowning:: Fae -> Middle of nowhere not likely to be notice place? Charlotte Matsumura -> You think someone left this for us to find? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::arching a brow in an almost Vulcan manner:: Fae -> :: Starts scanning star charts :: Mark Garrison -> ::checking over his type II while the lift travels. He wouldn't have time to pick up anything better then his standard issue holster weapon, so best be prepared:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::knowing that it will not be a friendly reception, but better than he'd get from the opposite side:: DervtRahks -> # +com+ RES Firehawk+ Has the cargo been secured hrauu the new location? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::pausing near a console as he taps a few more commands and scrambles the computer core:: Fae -> <afk a bit> Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: I'll be down as soon as we clear. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods to fae:: Middle of no where sounds good. Mark Garrison -> +Corizon+ Aye sir, he'll be in the brig waiting for you. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur decloaks and locks a tractor onto the scout, pulling him into the hanger bay. Victria -> ::Arriving at the Hanger Bay with her team, she moved in to make ready for the incoming ship.:: We have a Romulan ship incoming. Be on alert. Mark Garrison -> ::exits the TL, taking the short walk to the hanger bay, slipping in right behind Victria and her team:: Fae -> <BAK> Rue Wydown -> Possibly. Or not. Not sure yet. We need to dig a bit deeper into that pic and the ISD Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::prepping the egress chamber for pressurized exit:: Fae -> Central nowhere, aye. :: Starts plotting courses :: Mark Garrison -> ::Victria:: We're to take him straight to the brig. If he does anything other then cooperate wonderfully, stun him. Maryse Dubois -> ::Finishes up her rounds and heads to her office for a moment.:: Fae -> :: Brings Excal to a stop within tractor range of the scout. Pivots in place to present the hanger doors to the scout :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::pats his hand to his chest, checking placement of the chip:: Fae -> Positioned for tractor. DervtRahks -> #RES Firehawk>+Lhhei+ Na just yet.When au did na immediately follow, we did na know if au were able to avoid the Lloan'na galae ship, so we have remained prepared to make another jump. Victria -> ::She nodded to Mark, eyes focused on the scout ship as it is pulled in.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::resting in a jump seat as he waits for final touchdown:: DervtRahks -> # +RES Firehawk+ They have their own issues to deal with for the moment, though there still is the chance that they could somehow avoid capture and continue to follow us. Somehow, they are able to remain a few steps behind us, which tells me either have a spy either on board, or somehow are intercepting our long range communicaitons Mark Garrison -> ::looks over the ship as the slowly enters the bay:: This ship is ancient...I wouldn't be suprised if it were the truth that the systems were failing... Cptn Corizon -> Once he's clear, get us out of here. Cptn Corizon -> :::Stands, straightening his uniform:: Fae -> Almost... Maryse Dubois -> ::Ponders a moment.:: It seems like it's been quiet enough...::Goes to a small, personal safe, inputs her code, and takes a small object out.:: There you are. ::Holds the probe up to the light.:: Guess we should continue our little project hmm? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::drawing in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he re-centers and focuses:: Fae -> :: Monitoring the cargo bay activity. Waiting on the bay doors closing. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> And this is what I get for not going into dramatics... ::mutters:: Rue Wydown -> I'd like to take another look at that haul we brought back. You still have the pic frame down in security? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods:: I do. I was able to download the information to our own systems with a little... coaxing. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::swallowing as the ship clatters, touching down on the deck:: Rue Wydown -> Coaxing? Charlotte Matsumura -> Well, the Romulan systems don't exactly speak the same programming language as our own. Victria -> ::She had her phaser out and armed with the rest of the team behind her doing the same.:: Fae -> Cargo bay secure. May I have cloak, please? Charlotte Matsumura -> Thus a little... coaxing... was necessary. Maryse Dubois -> ::Walks out of the office and to an unoccupied lab room. She places the probe on a tray and begins her scans.:: Victria -> ;:She moved up to the scout airlock, waiting for it to open.:: Major Cloud -> ::Nods to Recloak:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::pauses and waits to make sure that the ship is stable before moving out of the jump seat and prepping for disembarkation:: Cptn Corizon -> << I swear >> Mark Garrison -> (::grumbles and smacks his router::) Charlotte Matsumura -> ((WB )) Rue Wydown -> Ah, yes. Good point. ::grins:: Cptn Corizon -> Tactical> Cloak active... now. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::wry grin herself as they continue on their path:: Mark Garrison -> Tac peon>::mutters:: For great justice. DervtRahks -> # A'hyan hnaii ll'ana. sthea'hwii, ssuej'd'ifv? (Get an away team ready, I want this done at once, understood?) Fae -> :: As cloak comes up, starts a series of impulse courses away from where the ship was picked up, interupting the trail and shifting the course to make it hard to follow for a while :: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::keys exit code and the egress door hisses before opening slowly:: DervtRahks -> #RES Firehawk +t'Rahks+ Ie Rekkhai, Ssuaj'ha. Cptn Corizon -> I'll be down at the brig, meeting our new ... guest. Victria -> ::Stony faced as the scout opened and the Romulan emerged.:: Fae -> Aye, captain. Cptn Corizon -> Have Commander Tey... who ever the hell is next in line come up. You have the bridge Mister Waters. Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns and heads towards the lift:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> I have the bridge... DervtRahks -> # ::cuts the communicaton:: Fae -> :: paused :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Awww. Maryse Dubois -> ::Paused:: Sean Howard -> ::||:: Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty... Cptn Corizon -> So next week... Cptn Corizon -> We can either move ahead with some stuff in logs, (this requires effort) Cptn Corizon -> or we can move not nearly as much ahead Cptn Corizon -> this means slower plot development Cptn Corizon -> which would you guys prefer Laarell -> Move ahead in log Mark Garrison -> What about the part where we move sideways, and we never crashed on the island? DervtRahks -> We could come blast au from our space? Victria -> I'd rather we move slowly so we can get to know our guest in the sim. Cptn Corizon -> :) Charlotte Matsumura -> Always with the blasting from space... Can't we all just get along? =) DervtRahks -> ::places a vote for the blasting: Rue Wydown -> LOL Victria -> Which is easier than multiple people trying to get together for a log. Rue Wydown -> You just want to bite him in sim. Charlotte Matsumura -> This is true, Victria. Cptn Corizon -> I don't particularly care either way. Victria -> I don't bite! Cptn Corizon -> I have to write regardless, so it's up to you guys. Mark Garrison -> Sure you dont. Cptn Corizon -> Let me see a show of hands Victria -> *all* of the time. DervtRahks -> Take au time, it also gives the Lloann'na following au time to catch up as well Maryse Dubois -> slow is fine Cptn Corizon -> Please say 1 now if you want to move slow. Victria -> 1 DervtRahks -> 1 Mark Garrison -> 1 Maryse Dubois -> 1 DervtRahks -> I love a slow yy'a DervtRahks -> when it's na me Cptn Corizon -> Give it time, t'Rahks Cptn Corizon -> Aight... Victria -> ::bites t'Rahks:: Cptn Corizon -> Let me see a 2 if you want to move quick DervtRahks -> lol Laarell -> 2 Sean Howard -> 2 Cptn Corizon -> Rue, do you have a preference? Fae -> 1.4836 Rue Wydown -> I thinking we should go slow. Cptn Corizon -> Aight. Charlotte Matsumura -> t'Rahks just wants us to have enough rope to hang ourselves. =) Cptn Corizon -> We'll go slower, TBS will be around 35-45 minutes Excalibur_Jan_16_2011.txt

Here's our sim log. Sorry, can't attach it this time. :/ But enjoy below instead. Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: The Excalibur managed to not be destroyed when they ducked into an asteroid belt that the Romulans had mined; however they are fairly sure that they set off enough alarms that they expect a welcoming committee from a near by base to be about two and half hours away as we pick up (TBS was 14.5 hours). On the base, Wydown's away team also managed to survive and not go boom, and have been put on the clock by Corizon to find some sort of clue as to where to go next or he will terminate the mission. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Victria -> Can we assume we found the control center without getting killed, then? DervtRahks -> Darn... Cptn Corizon -> Yes. Victria> 14.5 hours, I'd hope so. Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Mark Garrison -> (That’s alot of time to kill.) Major Cloud -> @::still nursing his leg, he was in the command center with his tricorder hooked up to the central computer:: Cptn Corizon ->::Makes his return to the bridge, looking sour:: Laarell -> Horta> ::on the Bridge:: DervtRahks ->::making her way to meet her cargo ships and the weapons supply to make sure it's been secured at its next location Fae ->:: On the bridge :: Tandaris Admiran ->::decidedly not on the bridge, what with having pulled overtime out of everyone in the department to get the ship ship-shaped:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian> ::aboard a dying scout ship, frowning as he finally bites the bullet and sends the distress signal on Federation frequencies, knowing now that Excal is in the area:: Mark Garrison -> @::pacing around the control center, having found the last 14 or so hours to be rather unproductive:: Fae ->:: Spending a lot of attention on first traces of approaching warp activity, with extra attention on the direction of the nearby base. :: Cptn Corizon ->::Frowns:: So, I had a thought... DervtRahks -> # ::routes a prerecorded message to the base near the mined last location of her stash:: Automated time point post activation of alarm systems in the cave....... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::circling the control room something akin to a caged panther:: Sean Howard -> @ :: cut up, bruised, and wondering where the next explosive device will be :: Rue Wydown -> @Something's not right here. ::takes a beat:: Let's poke it with a stick. ::pauses again:: Perhaps Human Resources will yeild more information. Fae -> I have a distress call. Fae ->:: Plots the location, puts on main screen, forwards to Tac :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::blinks, looking to Rue:: Wot? Cptn Corizon ->::Perhaps even more annoyed that he was cutoff:: From what? Fae ->:: Plots a course, and checks to see if she can move or whether the ETA teams are still outside :: Victria -> @ ::Victria had taken a set on one of the tables, patient when the situation called for it. She'd already helped to disable anything in the command center that might cause them trouble, but she also knew they couldn't predict what might happen when they Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>; ::pulling down the mask once more, prepping for the incoming response:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane>; ::hands Tandaris a PADD in what has become an hourly ritual:: We're almost done with the repairs. Transporters are online again, finally. That bug that cropped up in the primary targeting scanners was annoying, but I think we've finally crushed it. Fae -> +Tandaris+ Are your ETA teams still outside? I have a distress beacon. Should I ready a shuttle to answer it, or can we move? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::ahem:: I mean... What did you have in mind? Tandaris Admiran -> Lane>Diagnostics on the port nacelle are all green, and we performed several re-alignments of the plasma injectors. Victria -> went digging into the computers. However, programming was not her speciality, so she sat and waited, conserving her energy until it was needed.:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ All repairs to the nacelle are complete. Rue Wydown -> @Human resources...err humanoid anyway. ::Looks up:: Crew quarters. Less secure, certainly not viewed as critical. Ever hidden things you weren't supposed to have as a child in your room? ::innocent smile:: Major Cloud -> @::Glances over to Howard:: Anything yet? Sean Howard -> @ We'll either hit the motherload or someone's erotic material stuffed under a mattress. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::nods:: Kept my diary under the mattress. Never stopped Mum, but it was the illusion... Rue Wydown -> @Exaaaaaactly. ::puts a finger to her nose:: Mark Garrison -> @::takes a seat next to Victria with a defeated sigh, watching the others work:: Sean Howard -> @ :: looks over to Cloud :: I'm good, but not quite that good. They've got good security which is really not very fun to deal with. Major Cloud -> @ ::frowns:: I doubt we'll actually find anything of use. The Romulans seemed to have be pretty good at wiping data. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::checking his bearings:: Cptn Corizon -> Where's that distress signal coming from, and from what? Rue Wydown -> Mr Garrison, Mr Cloud. You have things handled here, correct? ::motions down the corridor:: I think I'm going to take a walk-about, see where I can stick my nose. Fae -> Within the system. Middle of nowhere. Not too distant from the planet. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::looks to Cloud:: Sometimes what they remove can offer as much as what was removed. Victria -> @ ::She glanced to Rue.:: I scouted much of the area around here to rid us of any overt dangers. The corridors should be clear, but I did not enter any of personnel quarters. Mark Garrison -> @::Rue:: Hopefully on nothing that beeps. ::smirk:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::looking back to Rue:: Don't think you're going out there on your own, Commander. Major Cloud -> @ Exactly. Sean Howard -> @ Of course it would help if I'd had more than one day at the Academy learning about Romulan systems, and half of that was probably half a century old. Fae ->:: points at the plot on the main screen :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Looks at his chrono:: We've got a little under half-an-hour. Rue Wydown -> @Of course not. Anyone care to take a look with me? ::heading to the doorway, casting a glance behind her:: Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::rerouting power to maintain comms:: Fae -> Correction. Range seems to be 6 or 7 light years, near the Romulan side. Cptn Corizon -> And from what? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::falling in behind her, checking the charge on her PPG:: DervtRahks -> # ::relays the message to the base of intruders, possibly Lloann'na Galae hrrau Rihannsu space, heading towards the facility:: Fae -> Should I answer the hail? Sean Howard -> @ :: fiddles with a bypass under the console for a moment :: Cptn Corizon -> Not until you can tell me what it's even from. Fae -> The equipment seems to be romulan. The protocols and frequencies are Federation. Fae ->:: Looks to see if there is a ship ID embedded in the message :: Cptn Corizon ->::Brow and ear lifts:: Cptn Corizon -> Is it just a general distress signal? Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::powers down the cloak as he boosts the signal:: Rue Wydown -> @Now, let's see what Romulans gun runners hide under their beds, shall we? ::claps her hands together:: Sean Howard -> @ :: tries again, muttering becoming a bit more Gaelic in tone and language as he attempts to get around some of the embedded roadblocks :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Not sure we want the answer to that, Commander. ::smirks:: Fae -> Yes. And given the format... a dubious general distress signal. Cptn Corizon -> Lovely. Don't respond. Once we leave orbit, we'll check it out -- with the cloak fully operational. Fae -> ID says romulan scout. Damaged engines. In need of assistance. Using Federation back channels, though. Cptn Corizon -> Yes. We Cptn Corizon -> We'll check it out when we leave this planet. Cptn Corizon -> Speaking of which, I want ::to her and science and anyone else on the bridge:: to find a way to mask the ion trail we've scattered about this system. Rue Wydown -> @Oh yes we do, luv. Oh yes we do. ::sounding a little distracted as she enters one of the first barracks room:: Fae -> Understood. I'll monitor but not respond. Charlotte Matsumura -> tr'Argelian>::noting to responding message:: ::chuckles darkly:: No, I suppose I wouldn't answer, either, Captain. ::reroutes his power to re-engage the cloak:: Sean Howard -> @ Well now, let's see if we can get beyond the how do you dos, shall we? :: activates the bypass and crosses his fingers :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Glances over to Sean:: Rue Wydown -> @::smelling the air:: Smells a bit gymnasium in here, doesn't it? Mark Garrison -> @::glances as well, waiting for something to happen:: Major Cloud -> ACTION>Sean gains partial access to the mainframe, but its a mess of firewalls, encrypted data and security features. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Barracks, Commander. Not made for ventilation. ::grins, moves to a set of drawers:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::smoothes hands over top of surface, then around sides:: Cptn Corizon -> +Engineering+ Corizon to Engineering. ::As he sat down in his chair:: Sean Howard -> @ Shagging bastard. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::moves to examine fronts of drawers:: Victria -> @ ::Her attention back on Sean -- she'd been staring at him as he worked for several hours now. She tilted her head as if to listen for any security measures that might have become active.:: Rue Wydown -> @Aye, you're right ::examining the bed:: But also, gives ye a sense that these been hard workers. Lots of sweat involved. Either a hard taskmaster or something else. Major Cloud -> @ Not going to be that easy. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Training hard will produce the same effect... Rather like Father's dojo on a Saturday afternoon. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::somewhat distracted as she opens top drawer carefully:: Mark Garrison -> @::sighs, starting to wish he'd gone with Rue and Charlotte:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Sighs:: This could take hours. Sean Howard -> @ :: scowls at the MAjor :: Easy? How long have I been working on this, then? And the best I can get is inside the fence but with guard dogs, duranium front doors and high-beam lasers still between me and the goal. Major Cloud -> @ On the bright side, we may be back in Federation space soon. Rue Wydown -> @::slides her hands under the matress slowly, feeling for anything unsual:: Looks like a planned departure. No like they up and ran, does it? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Not much left, that's for sure. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::finding the drawers empty, save the occasional stylus and dust bunnies:: Sean Howard -> @ :: stands up, stretches, walks around a minute :: Major Cloud -> @ Even if we were able to uplink this with the Excalibur, this could still take hours, assuming it didn't manifest all sorts of lovely things. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ If you're in a hurry... You have a bag packed already -- your essentials, ready for survival. You don't take everything with you. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ But there's nothing so far. Sean Howard -> @ :: heads back, copies over what of the encrypted data he can access around the other features over to a PADD so that he could work on that later in peace, though it's probably someone's damn grocery list :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Sitting down he leaned back into his chair and glanced out the window:: What's the status of the nacel repairs. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Wait... ::pauses, moving toward the racks:: Rue Wydown -> @But still, somethings things can be left behind. ::starting on the next bed:: Check behind the furniture. Sean Howard -> @ I suppose it's some consolation even if we'd avoided all the booby traps and came straight here we'd still not have time to work this properly. Fae -> :: Considers :: I can disperse any new trail we lay down on our way out, but dispersing trails that we've already laid down might require retracing our steps and playing games with the deflector system. Mark Garrison -> @::lays back on the table, deciding to try the ceiling as new scenery:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ One summer, I went to a karate camp. They had us in these bunk houses... ::moving to look between the mattress and the wall:: Fae -> And I wouldn't want to go back into that mine field. Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ Yes? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ And I kept losing my book between the bed and the wall. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::reaching down and feeling, eyes closed:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: What about a high energy burst from the deflector? Rue Wydown -> @That's where the mystery socks go too. Cptn Corizon -> +Admiran+ What's the status of the repairs? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Thought the dryer ate those. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::chuckles, hand sweeping on a different texture:: Sean Howard -> @ :: pokes at the console rather dejectedly at this point :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::takes hold and pulls back slowly, careful not to drop her treasure:: Fae -> That's what I'll do, I guess, and the range on the deflector should be enough that we could work it from outside the field. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::comes up with a small, thin holoframe... The surface is cracked, as though it'd been sat on or stepped on:: Laarell -> ::still in her quarters, also spying on sensors, but technically off-duty:: Rue Wydown -> @Oh, that....they get lost there too. Another dimension that. ::not finding anything at that mattress, moves a dresser to look behind it:: Fae -> I'll work out something. :: Starts working a quick and dirty eraser course and deflector program :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Grins, fangily:: Deflectors fix everything. Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ What repairs? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::tries to power it up; it flickers briefly before going dark again:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::glances around for a power source:: Mark Garrison -> @::glances over to Victria, surprised she was less pent up then him:: Rue Wydown -> @Not much here. Let's try the next quarters, aye? ::pauses:: Whot you go there? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::spots a light above a vanity, moving toward it:: Looks like a picture frame... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::distracted as she reaches up and pulls down the light cover:: Victria -> @ ::Feeling Mark looking at her, she turned to meet his gaze, one eyebrow arching.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ I knew I should have taken the electronics course... ::pulling the main power core from the vanity light:: Sean Howard -> @ :: rubs eyes :: Going to have to get my eyes checked again. Rue Wydown -> @b Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::looks it over, pulling a small device off the back side:: Mark Garrison -> @::gives her a dirty little smirk:: Fae -> Deflectors don't fix quite everything. We still need Tandaris. :: Slight twinkle in eye :: DervtRahks -> # ::while the station dispatches ships to repel the possible Lloennna, Rue Wydown -> @Bring it a long. Might have some use to us later. ::grins, motions to the door:: Feel like another room raid? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::puts aside the power casing for the vanity light, then moves to the vanity to switch out the power supply in the picture frame:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::turns it over, the frame flickering to life, if a little patchy:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::frowns as the features are unclear because of the lines in the cover:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Onward and upward. Major Cloud -> @Captain should be calling us soon. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ We'll have to download the content later. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::tucking the frame under her arm, wishing she'd have thought to bring her shoulder bag:: Rue Wydown -> @Might be able to recover the images on Excal. ::leads her down the corridor to the next room, this one sharing the same smell as the other:: <m>Didn't they ever take a bath? ::smirking:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Probably not as often as we did. Besides... didn't you ever have that *one* roommate that never bathed? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::grins, moving to check the drawers and vanity in the next room:: Sean Howard -> @ Then I'll try to extract as much as I can through the cracks, but most of the highest profile data is going to stay stuck in there. Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head, and then going for a ration:: Rue Wydown -> @That would have been my brother. ::starts opening drawers slowly:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::crinkles her nose:: Sometimes I'm glad I'm an only child. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::digging through the vanity, finds a hairpin:: Cptn Corizon -> +Tandaris+ good. Sean Howard -> @ Depending on whether or not the Excalibur is half blown to hell when we get back on it I might even have time to work on what I do copy. Victria -> @ ::Eyes him for another long moment, her other eyebrow lifting as well. Attention swinging back to Sean, she finally moved, unfolding her legs and sliding off the table.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances over:: Helm put us within transporter range. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::kneeling at the bottom drawer, spots a variation in the shadows under the other dresser:: Rue Wydown -> @A female? ::looking at the hairpin:: Or a souvenir? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Or someone slightly confused. ::smirks:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::looking up at Rue:: Looks like there's something under that dresser. ::nods toward the one closer to Rue:: Mark Garrison -> @::smirks to himself, sitting up and checking his chrono:: Rue Wydown -> @Help me move it? ::motions to the other side:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::nods, rising and grasping one side to help her shift it:: Sean Howard -> @ :: continues trying to finesse a little data here, a little data there :: Rue Wydown -> @::carefully shifting it out of the way slowly as to not strain themselves:: Rue Wydown -> @::looking down:: Looks like some sort of data pad. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Definitely not standard Federation issue. ::wry grin:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Get a commlink with the away team. Cptn Corizon -> ::Is not happy about the prospects of abandoning his mission, but he didn't see many other alternatives:: Rue Wydown -> @::picking it up:: Hmmm. Perhaps that diary you spoke of? Fae -> +Rue+ Excal to AT. Do you read? Major Cloud -> @ I still say that all this security proves someone was upto something. Fae -> :: Forwards the reply to Corizon :: Fae -> :: Tries to keep a fairly tight beam and get the signal through without excessive power :: Rue Wydown -> @+Fae+ This is Wydown, go ahead. ::handing the ISD to Charlotte for her to examine:: Sean Howard -> @ :: bemused glance at Cloud :: Fae -> Got rue, Captain. Mark Garrison -> @::Cloud:: Too bad we don't know what that something is. Major Cloud -> @ I mean this is a forty year old base, you think they'd have all this around to protect a forty year old listening post? Sean Howard -> @ They sure as hell didn't put this many roadblocks around their Christmas wish list. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::smoothing her fingers over the back of the time, feeling for any etchings or markings:: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Tell me you have good news, Commander. Our clock is running out. Rue Wydown -> @::mouths to Matsumura to follow her:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::moving as she does so, following Rue:: Victria -> @ In my search of the area, I found nothing that would indicate the mass production of weapons here. Perhaps it was a waypoint. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::taps what should be the sensor, and it flickers on:: Major Cloud -> @ That's possible. Weapons manufacturing is awfully hard to cover up. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::smirks, as she pulls up what appears to be a screen full of text:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::lips thin as she recognizes the language:: Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ No much luck in finessing the computers here. Rather a wild goose chase there. We've got a good sense of what we're up against, by the size and realm of the area. Just been on a personal scavenger hunt right now. Find a few items of interest. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::reading a few lines:: Commander... Rue Wydown -> @::returning to the others, stopping only when Matsumura mentions her rank:: Whot? Cptn Corizon -> @+Wydown+ Damn. We don't have days. I don't know what I thought we were going to accomplish here. Get your people together... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ You happen to read Romulan? Sean Howard -> @ :: manages to finesse a full file out of the computer, though will wait to decrypt it later :: Victria -> @ Granted, we have not explored the entire area and I am not thrilled about doing so. Mark Garrison -> @ Me either. ::frowns, turning his attention to the newly arrived Rue and Charlotte:: Rue Wydown -> @Minimally. And when I say minimally, I mean next to none. Do you? Major Cloud -> @ I can't even get you access to their security systems... it's behind some sort of fractal code. I don't even begin to know the equations for breaking it. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ A bit rusty, but yes. Sean Howard -> @ I might be able to swing it. If I had a week and a vat of coffee. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ It would appear this person has a poor concept of operational security. There are a few lines here that mention shifting the assets to another location. Major Cloud -> @ What about the Orion? Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ Hang on a tick mate. We might have something. Major Cloud -> @ I know she's pouting in her quarters, but isn't she supposed to be some sort of computer wiz? Cptn Corizon -> ::Lifts both ears:: +Wydown+ You have a moment... Sean Howard -> @ That's not the operative adjective I've heard bounced around about her. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Fae:: Put us into transporter range... Rue Wydown -> @It doesn't happen to mention a location, does it? Major Cloud -> @ ::Smirks:: No she is if I recall correctly. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::scrolls through, pulling up a map:: ::hands it over, as that is clear enough to read:: As I said... poor connect of opsec. Rue Wydown -> @Let's get everyone assembled, aye? Fae -> OK. I'd like to detour to clean up the ion trails? Sean Howard -> @ :: glances back :: Doesn't look like we'll get the chance to dragoon her into action though as it sounds as if we're leaving. Major Cloud -> @ Maybe if we can get some of this data back to Excalibur with us, she can have a look with you. Besides, I am sure she'd love to spend sometime annoying your chief. Fae -> :: Starts back towards the planet, with a detour to have the deflectors mess up the ion trails. :: Fae -> :: Has the impulse engines set into a dispersed mod to leave a poor trail as she goes :: Rue Wydown -> @::toothy grin:: Humanoid resources. It's all I'm saying. ::grinning again before tapping her badge:: +Corizon+ I think we've got something you'll want to see, Captain. Fae -> A few minutes.... Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Do it. Sean Howard -> @ I've uploaded what I could. It'll be up to someone with your amount of pips to ask about the Orion though. I'm just a lowly e-geek. Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::chewing on his ration, sipping at his remaining water supply, and reading through the information and memorizing it, should he be separated from the chip:: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Get your team together, we'll be in transporter range shortly. Cptn Corizon -> Tactical, as soon as the team's away, activate cloak. Rue Wydown -> Head count. Everyone accounted for? Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::knowing the welcoming committee won't be all that warm:: Mark Garrison -> @::looks around:: Looks like. Not a minute too soon either. Sean Howard -> Most of me, I think I left a few bits and pieces behind. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda>::back on duty, nods:: Aye, sir. Fae -> +Engineering+ We're going to be cloaking and moving shortly. Rue Wydown -> @Prepare to be beam out then folks. Victria -> @ ::Victria couldn't help but grin, fangs bared.:: Major Cloud -> @ We'll see.. Sean Howard -> @ :: rises, but not after sticking his tongue out at the console :: Sean Howard -> @ :: turns to see scary Victria :: Rue Wydown -> @Mr Garrison, Matsumura found some sort of visual data file. When we get back, scan it. See if you can ID what you find. I'm going to take this data pad to the Captain. Fae -> :: Slows as she approaches the planet :: Sean Howard -> @ :: cringes back a bit unconsciously :: Fae -> Tac, coming into weapons range. Mark Garrison -> @::nods to Rue, joining the trasport group:: Rue Wydown -> @Dust bunnies...this big by the way. Killer big. :;shakes her head:: Mark Garrison -> @::turns, giving a Victria a raised brow:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Inhales:: Sean Howard -> :: joins the others, but takes the long way to get on the opposite side of Vic :: Fae -> :: tries not to attract undue attention as she slides into an orbit on the edge of transporter range.... attempts to get a transporter lock. :: Fae -> I believe I have lock. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda>::keeping an eye on things at her station, acknowledges Fae with a nod:: Rue Wydown -> @+Excalibur+Ready for beam out. Fae -> Team says they are ready. Victria -> @ ::Readies for transport with the others.:: Mark Garrison -> @::stands between Howard and Victria, if only to ease his fears:: Fae -> +Transporter Room+ Beam up the AT when ready. Mark Garrison -> @ Goodbye Romulan base, I had more then I'd like to see of you. ::spits:: Cptn Corizon -> Beam them up. Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::console alerts going to reserve power:: Sean Howard -> Lis>:: beams the team :: Mark Garrison -> @::shimmer shimmer:: Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::lights in cabin dim, console goes to minimal accesses, and the cloak flickers before going offline completely:: Victria -> @ I am sure they will enjoy cloning your DNA if they return. ::To Mark, just before transport.:: Sean Howard -> :: transports back to the Excalibur, drops his @ in the bucket after stepping down from the pad :: Fae -> I have good transport. Cptn Corizon -> Break orbit. Clear the ion trails and set a course for that distress signal, warp 5. Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>If I didn't know better, I'd swear Mister Murphy followed me... ::sighs, knowing the ship is far too large for him to repair alone:: Rue Wydown -> ::stepping down from the transporter pad:: See the medics if you have an residual issues from our little field trip. Good job folks. Fae -> :: Starts out of the system with the impulse system set to leave a widely dispersed trail... less efficient but prudent. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::and also knowing that he's a sitting duck:: Mark Garrison -> ::shimmers on ship, glancing to Victria:: Hmm...well, I'd have someone to look forward to having a fight with in 20 or so years. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks significantly to Rue:: And you are paying your comrades a visit, yeah? Fae -> :: Makes a few break ion trail maneuvers.... drifting... changing course slightly... drifting... changing course against... intended to give any followers fits :: Sean Howard -> I need to get this data dumped before I do anything else. :: heads out, destination, ME :: Rue Wydown -> After I make a special delivery, yes. Or I won't be able to sit down comfortably for a while. ::teases, heading down the corridor to the lift:: Fae -> :: Leaves the system on a course well off the ecliptic, and at a right angle to the course to the romulan base :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shakes her head:: At least you'll have an excuse not to stay long:: Mark Garrison -> ::watches Rue leave:: That....what? Major Cloud -> I am going to go to sickbay and make sure I don't lose my leg. Sean Howard -> :: pops in a lift :: Engineering. Fae -> :: Lines the ship up with the distress call.... :: Going to warp in ten. Rue Wydown -> Don't worry, they're not all bad. Charlotte Matsumura -> % tr'Argelian>::left to only visual contact and minimal comms, keeps an eye on the horizon for assistance:: Sean Howard -> :: rides a moment, then pops off the lift as it ejects him on the proper deck and section; limps into Engineering :: Fae -> :: Engages warp drive on slow acceleration... going to warp five but not stressing any systems getting there :: Victria -> You are already your own worst enemy. I would think you did not need another to fight. ::Slight smirk as she headed out of the transporter room.:: Rue Wydown -> Bridge. ::holds on to the wall:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::steps into the lift, following her:: Rue Wydown -> Following me, Matsumura? Mark Garrison -> Everyone's a critic. ::apparently left alone in the TR:: Sean Howard -> :: heads for his usual seat, plops into it :: Computer, set quarantined data reception area, prepare for upload. Charlotte Matsumura -> You might need a translator. Major Cloud -> ::Limping off to medical to get the piece of deck plating out of his leg:: Charlotte Matsumura -> And an escort to sickbay. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::arching a brow in an almost Vulcan manner:: Fae -> Cloak and warp drive seem stable. Sean Howard -> :: waits while MJB's voice says the usual logical platitudes regarding the request; starts uploading after getting the ready signal :: Rue Wydown -> ::barks out laughing:: You're precious. Preposterous, but still. ::exits out on to the bridge:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::smirks:: Cptn Corizon -> Good. Keep us on station keeping... Cptn Corizon -> ::Turns, looks at Wydown:: You look like Hell, Commander. Mark Garrison -> ::runs and catches up Victria's turbolift, sending it to Security:: Cptn Corizon -> Why aren't you in the infirmary? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping out onto the bridge and looking at tac, nodding to Von Nieda, who has been holding it together:: Sean Howard >::leans against the nearby bulkhead to hold it up while he waits for the upload to finish :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::looks to Rue as if to say, "Right?":: Rue Wydown -> Had a special deliver for ya first. ::waves the ISD, toothy grin:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::but doesn't say anything aloud:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Lifts an ear:: Cptn Corizon -> This better not be a recipe for g'randma p'otato s'alad Cptn Corizon -> Or SRM back issues... Fae -> :: Gets a program ready to retune the impulse engines back to normal operation mode. :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Shudders:: Victria -> ::She glanced to Mark as they rode to security.:: You were not injured? Sean Howard -> :: when the computer says "upload complete" does a check on the integrity of the data before wiping the PADD :: Rue Wydown -> Oh, I'll let you be the judge of that. ::hands over the ISD:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Scans his eyes over it:: Mark Garrison -> ::shakes his head:: Nope, looks like I finally got out lucky for once. Cptn Corizon -> I'll be damned. Sean Howard -> :: hauls himself back up, dumps the emptied PADD in the empties pile and limps back out of engineering :: Cptn Corizon -> What fortune befalls us. You know they say that in war, luck is often more important than all the strategy and planning, yes? Mark Garrison -> ::still he leaned against the turbolift wall, hands on his knees, the last 14 or so hours felt more draining then they should have:: Sean Howard -> :: orders the computer to begin work on that data via remote voice command as he heads back for a lift :: Rue Wydown -> ::glances at Charlotte:: Humanoid resources. All I'm saying. ::shrugs:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Just like you to find the human angle, hm, Doctor? ::lips twitch:: Rue Wydown -> More like Lost and Found, Captain. ::grins:: Victria -> We are not due in security. ::She lifted an eyebrow again.:: According to regs, we have at least one shift off. Sean Howard -> :: enters the lift again, orders it to sickbay :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Pats the ISD against the chair:: Good work, Rue. Get down to sickbay and get a look over. We're going to look into a distress signal we just picked up before we came to pick you up. Cptn Corizon -> Romulan technology, but Federation identification codes. Cptn Corizon -> Likely a trap, but who knows. Providence smiles on us today. Sean Howard -> :: after getting patched up has every intention of eating a sea worth of fish and chips before sleeping for, hopefully, a week :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Grins:: Then we'll look into this ::waves the ISD around:: Rue Wydown -> Oooooooh...that's not right. ::arches both her brows, gleefully wondering what it could be:: I'll be back in two ticks. Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::gestures toward the lift:: After you, Commander. ::nods once to Cori:: Sir. Mark Garrison -> ::He smiled in a coy fashion and chuckled:: This is true. Rue Wydown -> ::enters the lift, ready to head to medical:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> Good work everyone! Cptn Corizon -> Our mission to uncover the smugglers continues next week. Cptn Corizon -> We'll pick up after an 8 hour TBS about to drop out of warp near the origin of the distress signal.

Our first sim of the new year! Sim log is both attached and below. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur is breaking orbit from a small moon base where we believe weapons were being manufactured after the self-defense network tripped when the away team activated something. The AT is in a perlious position and the Excalibur is pull off to make repairs. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Rue Wydown -> ((Quick, save me before t'Rahks gets back!)) Rue Wydown -> ((LOL)) Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Rue Wydown -> ((Away team, please pick up a @)) Fae -> :: moves Excalibur towards an asteroid belt, with intent to be hard to find. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::laying on her stomach, on the floor, having pulled up the floorpanels before and after the pressure plate:: Rue Wydown -> @So, can you tell what sort of explosive this is? ::speaking calmly as she stands as still as a statue:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<How long did I say it would take to fix this stuff?>> Rue Wydown -> @Or its possible range? Cptn Corizon -> << we damaged the nacel >> Cptn Corizon -> << so upto you >> Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay tending to wounded. Her special project would have to wait.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Not the slightest clue. My concern is more about the detonation device than the materiel. At least right now. Major Cloud -> @ ::Grits his teeth:: There should be a master control around here somewhere. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::frowning as she looks at the spring mechanisms connected to the device, taking in the construction and how the device functions:: Rue Wydown -> @We're going to need to figure out how to detect if there are other devices in the room and where you all can go to get clear of this thing. Major Cloud -> @ I wonder if we can tap into their computer systems and disable the defensive grid. Victria -> @ ::While Charlotte worked, Victria scanned the corridor, searching for other such traps and devices. She found three others in the immediate vicinity and marked them clearly so they'd not be stepped on.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ All due respect, Commander, getting clear isn't an option. The fuse is too short. If you go... we go. Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Report.. DervtRahks -> @ACTION: Victria indeed found the remaining 3 in this section of the corridor Rue Wydown -> @I'm not planning on going anywhere until you all are out of the way. ::wry smile:: Mark Garrison -> @::standing halfway between Victria and the rest of the team, watching Charlotte work:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::noting the small space opened up as the pressure plate triggered:: Laarell -> ::still off-duty and shipside:: Major Cloud -> ::Glances over to the group:: See if you can find a terminal somewhere... Tandaris Admiran -> <<Ah, I said 6 hours last time.>> Laarell -> Kahrak> ::still dutifully managing the Bridge, wondering when the Orion was going to get bored and go back to work:: Rue Wydown -> @Careful where you walk, please. Fae -> Warp is down. Shields are up. Cloack is available but off. Making for cover at 1/4 impulse. Out of reasonable weapons range from the moon. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::looking back to the wall panel she'd pulled away:: ::shaking her head, noting it's too thick:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, looking dour as he supervises the repair efforts:: DervtRahks -> @<ship got hit in the nacelle pretty good> Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances over to the science station:: I want a full sensor sweep of the asteroid. If I know those green bloods they likely hid something. ::He did note that the Orion had yet to show herself:: Fae -> The only major hit was in the nacelle area, so casulties have been fairly low. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::pulls out her small PADD, opening the back... reveals a lot of circuitry and a power cell:: Rue Wydown -> @If this thing goes off, what is the likelihood that the others won't go off too? Cptn Corizon -> <<asteroid belt* >> Fae -> Will do. There are not a few asteroids out there, though. I don't know if they have hid something on all of them. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::removes two of the storage chips, noting their thickness is just about right:: Rue Wydown -> @::really hoping to hell that Lottie knows what she's doing:: Fae -> :: Looks to see if science is represented on the bridge :: Cptn Corizon -> @ Let's hope all this activity hasn't aroused any activity from the Romulan border patrols. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ The probably would... if the initial explosion causes either enough of a seismic disturbance, or if the heat of the exchange reaches critical. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::not helpful, but is concentrating on her problem, not being diplomatic or reassuring:: Cptn Corizon -> << no @ >> Fae -> @ Kahrak? Could you handle the asteroid belt scan? DervtRahks -> # Glances at message on etrehh as her ship makes its way to it's new destination, noting someone had triggered the traps, letting her know someone was indeed following... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::leaning down, slipping one of the storage chips into the pressure plate mechanism to prevent it from moving once Rue steps off:: Rue Wydown -> @Well, bloody fantastic. ::toothy grin:: At least they won't have to waste time and expense shipping my body back home. Maryse Dubois -> ::Treats a few bumps and bruises. nothing major...yet.:: Laarell -> Kahrak> Of course. ::Fae:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Frowns, looks over to mark:: Help me get this panel off. Maybe I can tap into their network. Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Have the fighters on hot stand-by, and be ready to jam anything that comes into range. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::repeats procedure on the back of the pressure plate, wishing she'd finished wiping the data from her padd before departing on the mission:: Cptn Corizon -> Anything that does can't be allowed to report us back to their superiors. Laarell -> Kahrak> ::setting up the scan of the asteroid:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to tactical:: Have weapons on hot stand by. Mark Garrison -> @ ::nods, moving over to the panel with Cloud:: Laarell -> Kahrak> Anything in particular we're trying to look for? ::broad sweep:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Starts pulling on the panel:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::hands Tandaris another PADD:: White's team is prepped. We're ready to vent plasma. Fae -> @ +Fighter Deck+ I have a call for fighters on hot stand by. Warp is down. We'll be lurking near an asteroid doing repairs. DervtRahks -> # Her orders to have Ambassador Joval Aenikh taken care of were right on the mark Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::sits up, letting out a breath:: DervtRahks -> and now...with the bait taken.....to lead into a trap Cptn Corizon -> ::Kahrak:: Mines, sensor pods, defense platforms, smuggling ships... Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ Admiran to Bridge. We need to vent the warp plasma from the port nacelle so we can begin repairs. Rue Wydown -> @::closes her eyes for the moment, taking slow even breaths, really doesn't want to see her people killed for this foolishness:: Mark Garrison -> @::Glances back to Victria:: See whats ahead a bit. Try not to set anything off. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Okay, Commander... Slowly -- very, very slowly -- step backward. DervtRahks -> @ACTION: Cloud's pulling on the panel sets off another signal, yet nothing is seen in the immediate area Laarell -> Kahrak> Metals, then. ::refines scan:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Gets the panel off, looks over to Garrison:: Hand me your tricorder. Fae -> @ Captain? Engineering wants to vent plasma to clear the nacelle. That will be more than a little conspicuous. I'll want to find a new hidy hole afterwards. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::swallowing as she moves back into position to verify the trick worked:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: REPEATING SIGNAL ACTIVATED Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Go ahead. Rue Wydown -> @Charlotte, if this doesn't work, the whole area is going to go boom. I would appreciate it if you and the rest of the group would take cover. Now. Fae -> @ It's also like blood in the water for sharks. Anything out there... Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: And the transporters? Victria -> @ ::She nodded and -carefully- began to scout ahead, taking care not to step on any other pressure plates. She used her tricorder some, but mostly used her own keen senses to keep from triggering anything further.:: Fae -> @ +Tandaris+ You are good to vent. Mark Garrison -> @::frowns slightly, producing his:: Where's yours? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Not happening, Commander. As you pointed out, any other devices in the room might go, and there will not be safe cover in that event. Fae -> @ :: Starts looking for a different place to hide :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Pulls out a data cord and hooks it into the tricorder:: Hmm... these aren't quiet Galae security measures. Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Those aren't as bad. The nacelle damage caused an overload in power conduits near the secondary couplings. Once we've rerouted, we should have limited transporter operation again until the repairs there are complete. Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ Acknowledged. Fae -> @ Captain? I may have some sort of signal coming from the AT's moon. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Besides, what's to say *we* wouldn't trigger another trap if we go diving for cover now? Tandaris Admiran -> ::moves over to the warp systems control console:: Preparing to vent plasma from the port nacelle. Fae -> @ :: Tries to make sense of it. :: Cptn Corizon -> Specifically? Rue Wydown -> @Well, then I'm just going to have stand here until we can find a safe place for you folks. Laarell -> Kahrak> Nothing coming in yet, but they could have masked it. ::or cloaked it.:: Fae -> @ It's repeating. It might be some sort of hail, but if so, not standard protocol. Major Cloud -> ::Entering a script to try and end arouind the secuirty:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::accesses the plasma vent subsystem:: Venting now. Mark Garrison -> @::Cloud:: Tal Shiar? Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Whatever it is, if it's not Starfleet, jam it. DervtRahks -> # ACTION: Signal is recieved by mulitiple recievers and activates the devices Fae -> :: Attempts to jam :: DervtRahks -> powering them up and resonating...... Major Cloud -> @ Possibly. I can't be entirely certain. But for an old military base, they spent an awful lot of time making sure it was safe. Let me see if I can get past their security. Fae -> Hmmm. Multiple power sources coming up. Cptn Corizon -> Oh for the love of god. Fae -> @ Outa here? Fae -> @ :: Plots a course out of the ecleptic at half impulse :: Tandaris Admiran -> +White+ Nacelle venting complete. Once we have retired to another location, you are cleared for EVA. Cptn Corizon -> Watch for incoming. The second something jumps into range, I want it jammed and fighters on it. DervtRahks -> # ACTION: As the Excalibur begins to move, it makes the mistake that they had hoped for, drawing the magnetic mines towards the ship Fae -> @ +Fighter bay+ Launch launch launch Mark Garrison -> @::shifting his attention between Cloud and Rue:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<You know what, next Excalibur is made out of plastic, OK?>> DervtRahks -> <rofl> Rue Wydown -> @Major, Mr Garrison. Matsumura thinks she's disabled the pressure plate. I'd suggest you all might want to move somewhere a bit safer if this goes wrong. Major Cloud -> @ ::Taps again:: I think I have it. Fae -> @ :: Attempts to jam the little whatevers :: Victria -> @ ::Victria found several other floor plates and marked them to keep anyone else from stepping on them. She also kept an eye out for more of the disruptor banks.:: Fae -> @ +Fighters+ Small objects approaching. Laarell -> (I thought that you just held it together with duct tape, Tandaris. I didn't know you could mold plastic.) Cptn Corizon -> Launch counter-measures. Fae -> @ +Engineering+ Gonna be trouble. You might want to hang on. DervtRahks -> # As the ship moves, more and more of the hundreds of mines in the asteroid field are drawn towards the ship Tandaris Admiran -> ::double-checks the vent status to make sure all is good, then returns to scowling at the nacelle status display:: Fae -> << Have we got a Tac? >> Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ What do you mean, trouble? DervtRahks -> it's true Cptn Corizon -> << If we don't, I'll play it. >> Laarell -> Kahrak> We're picking up metal now, Sir. Mines. Mark Garrison -> @::Rue:: We're nearly hacked into their network, I think we'll stay. If Charlotte says the plates disabled, it's disabled. Fae -> @ Sir, they are coming from the belt. Dumb idea continuing towards the belt... Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur launches gravitic counter-measures. DervtRahks -> <thnk Galaxy Quest...lol> Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Bring us about. Tandaris Admiran -> <<Can't. Too busy thinking "OH $(^@ mines.">> Fae -> @ :: Engages her off the ecleptic plot ::+ Fae -> +Engineering+ Mines. Fighters. Explosions. That sort of stuff. DervtRahks -> ACTION: 3 Hit the ship as the counter measures are lauching, but counter measures take out the next 57 mines DervtRahks -> however, more incoming Tandaris Admiran -> <<Don't we have, you know, shields?>> Cptn Corizon -> << Yes >> Fae -> :: Goes to full impulse :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::having launched the counter measures, and modulating the shields to provide protection as best she can, considering the damage they've already taken:: Rue Wydown -> @Okay, here goes. ::eyes Charlotte through the corner of her eyes, then ever so slowly takes the step back Charlotte suggested:: Mark Garrison -> Lt. Benson> ::manning Tactical, shooting down mines. Cool:: DervtRahks -> ACTION> As the ship picks up speed, more mines are drawn to it Cptn Corizon -> Get us out of the asteroid belt. Fae -> << The mines are faster than full impulse??? >> Fae -> Doing so, Captain. DervtRahks -> Several more hit the ship, dropping shields by approximately 48 percent Cptn Corizon -> Use the phasers in wide bands to clear them. Maryse Dubois -> ::Gets shaken a bit. She expects to be a little busier soon.:: DervtRahks -> <some were in front of you, you drove into them DervtRahks -> dont be so linear!> Fae -> << After turning around? >> :: sighs :: Mark Garrison -> ((They're sneaky mines)) Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::attemping to compensate for the drop in shields:: Shields down 48%... attempting to compensate... DervtRahks -> <it's a big field> Tandaris Admiran -> ::hits the floor in the face:: I want shields reinforced! ::yelling to no one in particular, from the floor:: Fae -> :: Continues off the ecleptic into empty space :: Victria -> @ ::Back with the rest of the away team, she tensed as Rue stepped off the mine.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> (( We don't have a bad guy ship to play chicken with, though! Or an Omega 13 device! )) Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Those _were_ the reinforced shields, sir. Major Cloud -> @ ::Exhales:: I am in, but finding the specific security systems aren't going to be easy. I was only to backdoor my way into their secondary network. Fae -> +Fighers+ Minefield. Play it careful. Cptn Corizon -> ::Holds onto a railing:: Get the fighters back on board. Find us another hiding spot. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::watches as the pressure plate moves a fraction of an inch, but is held by the chips she inserted:: Laarell -> ::looks out the window, sees mines:: Fae -> @ :: Fowards data to the fighters on the minefield :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::changes the polarity of the shields to try and repel the mines:: Laarell -> ::Well that's interesting.:: Fae -> @ +Fighters+ Recall Recall Recall. Everyone back aboard! Rue Wydown -> @::takes one more step backwards, now her weight is fully off the device, takes her first shakey breath of the day:: That was bloody close. Cptn Corizon -> ::Makes his way back to his chair:: One of these days, we will have a mission where we don't get shot at every five seconds. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::allows her own deep, steadying breath:: Laarell -> Kahrak> We could go back into belt. The metals might attract the mines instead of us... DervtRahks -> #ACTION> Polarity shift helps slow the pulll, but now mines are blowing each other up, still hitting sheilds somewhat. Sheilds drop to 37?% Victria -> @ Any luck on finding a way to circumvent the other counter measures here? Fae -> Sir? I'm thinking I don't want to find something to hide behind. I want nice empty vacuum. Rue Wydown -> @Someone's toying with us. Why go through all this trouble in the first place? Major Cloud -> @ ::Pressing buttons:: I am half afraid to try and completely deactivate this completely. Cptn Corizon -> I don't care where we are, get us out of this mine field. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::shaking her head:: I've slowed them down, but the shock waves are taking their toll, sir. Fae -> :: Focusing on just clearing the mine field quickly :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::tapping commands:: Shields are down to 37%... ::drawing power from where she can, but the @#$% cloaking device has buggered up the system:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: As Cloud presses some more buttons, the sound of some machinery gearing down is heard, and a large :) smiley face shows on the terminal screen. Have a nice day if you didt' go boom!! Fae -> Cloak is down. Shouldn't be drawing power. Rue Wydown -> @ Can you deactivate it any further? Mark Garrison -> @ That can't be good. Major Cloud -> @ Well... that's interesting. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( That wasn't said aloud, Fae, and it's still in circuit, if not active )) Rue Wydown -> @::casts a glance over to the boys:: Oh fantastic. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ You're worse than a pair of five year olds, honestly! Major Cloud -> @ It appears though that we've deactivated the security system. Mark Garrison -> @::begins scanning with his tricorder, that machinery must have activated a power source somewhere:: Laarell -> K> ::sends the best course to helm through the most magnetic, metal-rich asteroids:: Mark Garrison -> ((err nevermind)) Fae -> :: Alters course to follow K's suggestion :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns, taking his seat:: Cptn Corizon -> Tactical, continue sweaping the mines with wide band phaser pulses. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> Aye, sir. ::tracking and shooting... attempting to find the right program to target the mines:: Rue Wydown -> @Or not. Take cover. ::hearing the machinery, knowing that can't be good:: DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: After 30 seconds of system shut down, 5 CLICKS are heard, and machinery starts to whir back to life..... Major Cloud -> @ That can't be good. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::would headdesk, if she didn't think it would get them all killed:: Mark Garrison -> @ That's definetly not good. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ I'd suggest moving. Now. Mark Garrison -> @::starts scanning:: DervtRahks -> @ Terminal. 5 DervtRahks -> 4 Major Cloud -> @ You're right Mark. There has to be a power supply around here somewhere. DervtRahks -> 3 Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::heading to the corridor:: Rue Wydown -> @MOVE! DervtRahks -> 2 Mark Garrison -> @ #$%@ Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::stepping over the plates Vic marked and into the next room, diving for cover:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Grabs the tricorder back up and starts running:: Mark Garrison -> @::running along:: DervtRahks -> ::slow mo to 1:: Rue Wydown -> @::cursing like a sailor as she runs, avoiding the other devices that Victria located:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Have we cleared the belt? Fae -> I believe so. No detonations recently. DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: Rue's plate explodes behind her, the blast knocking everyone in the hallway flat Cptn Corizon -> ::Exhales:: Fae -> But between the jamers, the point defense, the plasma vent and the fighters, everyone knows we're here who is looking. Cptn Corizon -> Lovely. Cptn Corizon -> Let's hope no one was. Fae -> :: Slows and steadies to allow cleaner fighter recovery :: Rue Wydown -> @::thrown, skidding across the floor plates in the process:: Victria -> @ ::Victria tucked and rolled as the device exploded to keep from injuring herself further. She came up, searching for the others to see if anyone had been hit. She sniffed, smelling blood.:: Major Cloud -> @::Hits the deck:: Fae -> Well, I can't imagine all that boomage went up without alert messages going out. Mark Garrison -> @::crashes into the floor after a decent knock:: Cptn Corizon -> How far is the nearest opperational Romulan outpost to here? DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: As the other floor plates were hit as well, but hadnt' been activated and were still coming up, they take a moment after being hit, before activating, this everyone had cleared over then, but those closest were hit with flying debris Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::pops up next to Tandaris:: Sir? ::hands him a PADD:: Updated damage report. DervtRahks -> (this being..Rue,Charlotte and Cloud) Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::begins to peek up, but then glances to see that debris had landed on one of the ones Victria had marked:: Fae -> 15 light years. We haven't a lot of time to linger if we want to avoid explaining ourselves. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs:: I thought I had those power conduits overhauled at Camelot. That's not good. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::covers as secondary explosions rock the area, more debris flying:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Straightens, soberly:: I have little intention of explaining myself to them, but I am not about to go away empty handed. All of this only proves someone had or has something ehre they dont want easily found. Rue Wydown -> @::covers her head out of instinct, trying to ball up to minimize damage from the shrapnel and debris zooming at them:: Fae -> And they expected intruders, and have a lot of resources available. Not minor players. Major Cloud -> @ ::Grimaces as he has a piece of metal embeded in his leg, thinking he should start staying on the ship:: Cptn Corizon -> Exactly. Fae -> And not a little brazen. Charlotte Matsumura -> % ACTION: Aboard a cloaked scout ship nearby, sensors go crazy, alerting the pilot to explosions and plasmal trails. Mark Garrison -> @::uncurls, exhailing when he feels no hit:: Laarell -> Kahrak> ::thinking:: The "what" is the big question there. Cptn Corizon -> And if we don't get to the bottom of this, we're going to have even more trouble in the Gamma Quadrant than than we do already. Tandaris Admiran -> +Bridge+ So um, bridge . . . are we good? Are you going to drag us through any more minefields? Or can I send my engineers out to play now? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::peppered by debris, knowing she'll have at least a few marks when she gets back to the ship:: Cptn Corizon -> How long would it take the Romulans to get a ship here? DervtRahks -> $ ::grins as she reads the report of the activated traps:: Ambassador Joval was a veruul to be dealing with these Lloan'nah Galae. Fae -> Somebody who wants... Alpha quad people out of Gamma Quad at a guess. Fae -> ALl of this is designed to stress relations between the Federation and most everyone else, including the Romulans. Major Cloud -> @ ::Frowns:: Glad I got my shots after lass time. Fae -> And our being here is playing to their hands. Charlotte Matsumura -> % Scout Ship Pilot> ::frowning as he taps a few commands into his console, attempting to identify the ship:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to Fae:: Yes well, that's why we can't fail. DervtRahks -> $ ::bounces a coded packet with Joval's personal code to the local outpost with coordinates. Mark Garrison -> @::sits up, examining the others. Charlotte was a little dinged up but fine, Cloud was bleeding from the leg, where was Victria?:: Victria -> @ Is everyone alive? ::Rising to her feet to assess the situation.:: Fae -> Well, our covert mission isn't covert anymore. We just made a huge splash. Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::muttering:: Federation? Fae -> Should I try to go back into covert mode? Be very quiet? Cptn Corizon -> That's enough Mister Waters. Keep us in position. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::biting back a snort:: Rue Wydown -> @::slowly untangling herself, wincing in pain, both from the impact with the floor, and the projectiles in her legs and arse:: Status? ::croaks out a bit weakily:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Not in the mood to have a long ranging discussion of their purpose:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Just going for a walk. Really. Cptn Corizon -> Get ahold of the away team. Fae -> Please clarify? Do you want station keeping? Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ Hello? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::coughing and attempting to shake off the ringing in her ears:: Oh, I hate that... Fae -> :: Currently running at 1/2 impulse away from the ecleptic :: Mark Garrison -> @ Cloud took a hit in the leg. ::examining him over:: Fae -> +Tandaris+ Hello. Cptn Corizon -> Might as well, no use in trying to hide. If someone does coming looking, we're going to have to disable them anyway and they'll be coming in hot. Just put us in stationary out of weapons range of the base. Major Cloud -> @ I am fine. Fae -> :: breaks to a halt :: Major Cloud -> @ We need to see if we can get access to their computer network. Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ Are we done with the mines and the explosions and the 'aaaaagh'? Can I send my engineers out for EVA repairs to the nacelle? Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Well, at least my data chips were destroyed in the mess... Major Cloud -> @ I was only able to get into their secondary network. Mark Garrison -> @ And that didn't end so well. Major Cloud -> @ Their primary wasn't available through that panel back there. Fae -> +Tandaris+ I am coming to a halt. One moment, please. Fae -> Captain? Engineering wants to start their EVAs. Shall I clear them? Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae/Von:: How long would it take a Romulan ship to reach here via that outpost? Rue Wydown -> @Hey, we're alive. ::doing a once over herself, coming up with blood on her hands as she checks her backside and legs:: <m>I'm not going to be able to sit down again for weeks. Victria -> @ Then let us find their primary computer terminal. Without getting killed. ::She glanced to Garrison.:: I could scout ahead and take scans for a layout composite. Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::having gotten no hits on his original, encrypted signal, attempts to train the comms system for Federation frequencies:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::tapping her console to check distance:: Fae -> Less than a day if they are in a hurry. I'd assume they'd hurry. Cptn Corizon -> And if they hurried? Fae -> From the base, I'd be confident of 17 hours. Fae -> :: rigging for a high gain signal to the at :: Cptn Corizon -> Tell the Commander he has 15 then. Fae -> :: Uses thrusters to point the forward array towards the planet :: Cptn Corizon -> Get me Commander Wydown. Fae -> +Tandaris+ You have 15 hours, then we expect the boomage to resume. Clear for EVA. Mark Garrison -> @::nods at Victria:: We should try to find that energy source as well. Fae -> :: Hails Wydown :: Fae -> :: Rigs the comm for bridge speakers :: Major Cloud -> @There should be a central command nexus somewhere here. That would be our best to get access to their data networks. Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ You'll have warp drive in less than seven. Those mines damaged several power conduits that will reduce shield efficiency for longer. I can probably fix that in 15 hours too, but no guarantees. Rue Wydown -> @+Excalibur+ This is Wydown, go ahead. ::wincing uncomfortably:: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ This is Corizon, report. Fae -> :: Slowly increases the power of the hail. Knows standard communicators have a range to standard orbit... she'll have to really boost this one :: Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::knowing the closest outpost will be sending ships to investigate, realizes he must choose: Federation or Rihannsu:: DervtRahks -> ....\ Fae -> +Tandaris+ Acknowledged. Victria -> @ ::She nodded and opened her tricorder again, moving off down the corridor to take scans, sending them back to the others. Ever careful of potential traps, she marked them as she found them, stepping carefully.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::as he sweeps the bandwidth, he picks up a bit of the Excal's signal, using his own systems to decrypt as much as he can:: Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ We've run into a few booby traps down here. Seems like someone's playing a game of cat and mouse with us. Minor injuries so far, but they're definately playing for keeps here. Fae -> :: Continues to boost the power in an attempt to make up for the range :: Fae -> :: Adjusts to lock into the signal :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Sitting with his back to a cooridor, he worked on his leg with a medkit:: Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::overhears the name "Wydown" amidst static, and knows immediately that somehow the Excalibur is in the area:: DervtRahks -> $ As the message had been delivered to the base, she continued towards teh next pick up location, leavign the Lloann'na t deal with the responding ships from the Outpost Mark Garrison -> @::following along behind Victria, not about to let her run off on her own:: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ We know the feeling. We think we've got about 17 hours before we'll have company. I want to be out of here before that. You folks have 15 hours to find something useful. If you don't we'll head home. We don't have any more leads right now. Charlotte Matsumura -> % Pilot> ::closes his eyes, shaking his head:: ::hears Bogart in his head: "Of all the ships in the quadrant...":: Fae -> :: Tries to keep the comm band narrow, but knows she is hitting the planet with it. :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Glances to Charlotte:: Hand me that ...::points to a medical device:: Tandaris Admiran -> +White+ You are cleared for EVA. Don't waste it. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::hands Cloud the device, then looks to Rue, trying to visually assess her wounds:: Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ Put medical on alert. We'll have three that will need patching up when we get back. :;watching Cloud try to doctor himself:: We'll see what we can pull here. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::shaking her head, knowing she'll get nothing out of the CDR while she's reporting in:: Fae -> :: Sets up a local sensor configuration to keep track of the EVA :: Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ However, if this gets any dicer, we might have to pull out sooner. We've all ready had two close calls. We're pushing our luck for a third. Fae -> :: Plots a course to sprint to the planet and beam up the AT very quickly :: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Understood. You have fifeteen hours, Commander. Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Corizon out. Fae -> :: Doesn't like Rue's last comment :: Victria -> @ ::Reaching a junction where the corridor branched, she scanned in all directions and then glanced to Mark.:: Which way? Fae -> :: looks at the captain briefly, and decides against stating the obvious :: Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Rue Wydown -> @Fifteen hours. Lovely Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> :: paused :: Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Laarell -> ::paused:: DervtRahks -> pause Cptn Corizon -> Well, that was tense. Cptn Corizon -> Wouldn't be an Excalibur mission if we weren't on the verge of disaster, now would it? Cptn Corizon -> TBS will be 14 hrs. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Rue Wydown -> so no more blowing up for 14 hours but on the 15....Boom? DervtRahks -> Can we blow up your ship in that 14 hours? Rue Wydown -> ::teases:: Cptn Corizon -> :P Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty, thanks again to our SGV Cptn Corizon -> Have a good week everyone! Fae -> Night! Rue Wydown -> Thanks guys :) Excalibur_Jan_2_2011.txt

There were two ways this was going to go down. Either the compression wave was going to get her, or the shrapnel would shred her to pieces. No question she was going to die. The misconception was that it would happen in a big ball of flame. The explosion was only the visual eye candy of a bomb. Nope, it would death by either pressure or projectile. Question was could she keep the others from going out with a bang too? It was not the first time in her life that Cdr Wydown was grateful for 20+ of yoga practice. Standing in one place, both feet planted firmly in place, breathing slowly while not moving so much of as an inch or displacing her body mass wasn’t that hard at all. Make her maintain the Bird of Paradise pose for much more than twenty seconds, now that was a challenge. Perhaps that’s what accounted for her unusual blasé reaction to being told she’s standing on a bomb. Or maybe she was just trying to keep the others from panicking themselves? Because, other than trying to figure out the motives of the weapon creators, that's what Wydown was truly concerned about. Keeping them safe and out of the line fire when she did go boom. Rue exhaled slowly, softly, and then began the slow inhale as she watched Matsumura examining the spiteful little welcoming package. Seriously? Wasn’t this overkill? Why bother with booby traps in the first place? Why not just blow the damn place up in the first place and not leave anything for nosy people like, well, us, to poke their noses about? Did these bloody idjits really think that blowing her (and her away team at this rate) was really going to stop them from pursuing this mission? Hell, if anything, it was like poking a hornet’s nest with stick, stirring it up and then flinging at the bullseye the Universe conveniently painted to your back. But maybe that was the point? Awh, hell. Another wild goose chase? The Universe had just given Rue notice: They were no longer on speaking terms. Well, at least getting blown up would spare her from hearing the sing-songy ‘I told you so’ from her ex-husband. Fantastic.

Hi all, Attached and below is the chatlog from our sim. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Captain Corizon has met with Ambassadior N'Kedre and gotten some information (see my log). The now late ambassador whom died a few sims back had uncovered some information, including the location where he thought the disruptors were being made at an abanonded Romulan base inside the Neutral Zone. Cptn Corizon -> When we pick up 36 hours have passsed and we are about to enter the system in question. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Tandaris Admiran -> <<*Who ::runs::>> Cptn Corizon -> << yes who* >> Cptn Corizon -> << that was for the original sentence construction lol >> Cptn Corizon -> BEIGN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEIGN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> << sigh >> Tandaris Admiran -> <<One of those nights>> unused_bagels -> <<omfg i love being in the peanut gallery Sean Howard -> :: doing cloak monitoring type things down in ME while munching on a beignet, since something made him hungry for one recently :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::in engineering, having recovered from his mope-session:: Cptn Corizon -> ::on the bridge, glancing to his XO:: DervtRahks -> @::grins as she and a select few had just put the finishing touches on the place before departing to rendevouz with the cargo at the new coordinates before making the next jump:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Tacticall:: Status report? Victria -> ::In Main Security, Victria looked over the results of the last emergency drill, frowning at some of the response times. She made note of those that were lagging, fully intending to run them through their paces again.:: Cptn Corizon -> << does someone want to npc helm since Fae is out? >> Sean Howard -> Tivosk> :: does the helmy thing :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::resumed her position at tactical after having been relieved for a turn or two:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Howard:: What is the status of the cloaking device? Cptn Corizon -> >> lol << Rue Wydown -> ::looking over the crew reports on how many of the crewmembers have elected to sit this one out, and calculating just how many it will take to run the mission, let along the ship:: Sean Howard -> Tivosk> :: then hands it back over as Fae arrives, goes back to obscurity :: Rue Wydown -> ((There she is :). Hey Fae)) Fae -> Sorry late. Tandaris Admiran -> <<Thank goodness you're here, Fae! HOWARD was NPCing helm! We were doomed!>> Sean Howard -> Operational, nothing alarming on the scope. Yet. Mark Garrison -> ::doing paperwork across the table, he glanced up at Victria from his own report, the most recent armory inventory:: Isn't there something more important we could be doing? Cptn Corizon -> Anything on sensors? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::settling in at her console, rearranging the interface to her own specifications:: Tandaris Admiran -> Good. Did you sort things out with ops about the power requirements at warp speed? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping in a few commands:: Negative contacts, sir. Sean Howard -> Yep. I sent up the modified operational manual yesterday. I put in about six hours of overtime on it, mind you. Tandaris Admiran -> Good work. Unfortunately, since this is a black project, you can't claim that overtime. . . . Fae -> :: Settles in trying to stay well below the power problem areas :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Someone left the homefires burning, however: I'm showing power blooms in the energy spaces. Victria -> ::She glanced up, brow arching.:: Not until we find something. All teams are on alert. We have doubled the patrols from the moment we entered the neutral zone. The drills are not perfect, but better than the last results. What do you propose? Tandaris Admiran -> "Balancing power requirements of our illegal cloaking device" doesn't look good on the work logs. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::on a whim, attempts to find any trace elements left behind by cloaked ships -- kinda like breadcrumbs:: Sean Howard -> You'll just have to look the other way when I sleep in one morning down the road, then. :: grins :: Rue Wydown -> <m>We'll make it. With a little room to spare. ::apparently Corizon's reputation for pulling a rabbit out of a hat has helped, she glances up to start pay attention to the bridge conversations in progress:: Tandaris Admiran -> Well, you can't possibly beat Marius' impunctual record. Cptn Corizon -> ::Ear lifts:: No life signs? Tandaris Admiran -> Anyway, I'm sure that Corizon is about to get us into enough trouble to require everyone put in some overtime. Tandaris Admiran -> Yes, even you, Kent. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::shaking her head:: Negative, sir. Tandaris Admiran -> Crewman Kent> ::glares:: Sean Howard -> :: chuckles :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Leans forward, glancing on the viewer:: Helm, put us in orbit. Fae -> Orbit, Aye. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Rue:: Fae -> :: Going in at a slow crawl :: Charlotte Matsumura -> There's some possible ionization along headings back toward the Neutral Zone, and... ::tapping a few more commands in:: Back toward homeworld. Mark Garrison -> ::Sighs:: I suppose. ::returns to his padd with a slight frown:: Cptn Corizon -> Looks like we missed the party. Cptn Corizon -> Take an away team down and have a look. Fae -> :: Accesses passive sensors as she might, looking for a place she might want to put an AT :: Sean Howard -> :: sees how little power propulsion is using now, takes the opportunity to run a few quick, non-invasive diagnostics on the plasma whatsits :: Rue Wydown -> Fantastic. ::grins:: I'll contact Security to meet me. Someone from engineering as well? Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: And some of the Marines too. Sean Howard -> :: reviews the results, makes a few notes :: Rue Wydown -> Aye. No problem ::grins again, heading to the lift:: +Security+ Bridge to Security. Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Security here. Mark Garrison -> ::sips coffee:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::furrowing her brow as she investigates those ion trails a little closer, as beaming down might cause some issues and she doesn't like surprises...:: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Mr Garrison, how do you feel about sending some of you're pepole on a wee field trip? DervtRahks -> @::sends word to the rest of her ships to move along and she'd be along shortly:: Mark Garrison -> +Rue+ Field trip to a planet in the neutral zone? Sounds like a blast. Sean Howard -> Assuming nothing else mucks things up, at the very least we'll need to flush the EPS system after we finish this mission, Chief. DervtRahks -> @ ::sends the electronic code to trigger teh defenses:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances at the signals panel, furrowing her brow as she sees a peak on the oscilloscopic filter:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Would prefer to be doing this himself:: Rue Wydown -> +Garrison+ Doesn't it though? We're meeting down in the transporter room in ten. DervtRahks -> @ ::cloaks ship and takes it to warp out of the system:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Part of being in command though, was sending people into dangerous situations:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::sets up a calc on the ion trails, then shifts her position to scroll back through the filter:: Rue Wydown -> +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering. Sean Howard -> :: head tilt :: DervtRahks -> <coward won't go himself will he eh?> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::furrow in her brow deepens as she looks at it:: And what are you, my loverly... ::speaking softly to the signal:: Victria -> ::Listening to Mark's conversation with Rue, Victria grinned and rose from her seat.:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ Engineering here. Cptn Corizon -> << In fairness, the last away mission I led put me in stasis for two months >> Rue Wydown -> +Cloud+ Bridge to Marine unit. ::leans against the wall to the lift, waiting to finish all her call to's before she starts out herself:: Major Cloud -> +Wydown+ On my way. Mark Garrison -> ::also stands returning the grin:: Finally. Mark Garrison -> ::beelines for the armory:: Charlotte Matsumura -> (( I'm channelling Captain Mancuso here: "There's still about a million things that could go wrong with this stunt...")) Major Cloud -> ::Marines were always ready, and he had a bag and one his jarhead assistants ready to go before the conversation was fully over:: Rue Wydown -> +Engineering+ Chief, I need one of your people on an away mission. We're meeting in the transporter room in 10. Might be a bit rough down there, so whoever you send better be prepared. Rue Wydown -> ((ROFL)) Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to Fae:: Fae -> :: innocently trying to decide where to put an AT :: Mark Garrison -> ((Charlotte, pm)) Victria -> ::Follows him in, checking out her weapons and signing them out with the armory master.:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::glances at Sean:: Congratulations, you're getting more overtime. DervtRahks -> <Fae, might I suggest teh vacuum of space> Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: Keep a line ready for them. Be ready to transport them out as soon as possible. Victria -> (( ::shoots the Rommie:: )) Sean Howard -> Apparently I look the rough and ready type. Knew I should've zapped off this stubble this morning. Charlotte Matsumura -> ((Eep! Okey... )) Rue Wydown -> ::making a call to head to her quarters first so she can get outfitted with the latest away team gear:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Charlotte:: Anything on sensors? This used to be an old base for the Romulans, they would sure have something up their sleeves. Sean Howard -> :: rises, heads over to get a kit :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Doesn't want to get caught with his pants down:: Victria -> (( Some people would like that. )) Charlotte Matsumura -> I'm picking up an unusual spike on the comms, and a few ion trails I have the computer chewing on. Maryse Dubois -> <<grr>> Mark Garrison -> ::switches out his holstered type 2 phaser for a fresh one, and slides a tiny type one in a slot on the inside of his boot:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Initial read is background radiation, but there's a pattern to it. Tandaris Admiran -> +Rue+ Acknowledged. Good luck, Commander. Rue Wydown -> ((Welcome back Maryse)) Mark Garrison -> ::examining his combat knife, he waited by the door for Victria:: Maryse Dubois -> <<ty>> Sean Howard -> Morris> :: since the Major likes the action, remains behind to do what he usually does anyway, handle the paperwork and look intimidating :: Victria -> ::Finished checking over hers, she followed after Mark, moving into he corridor and heading for the lift.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Is in sickbay, looking over the latest scans o the probe.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> The pattern may indicate cloaked ships in the area... recently or currently, I can't say. Sean Howard -> :: geared up, exits ME and heads into a lift :: Transporter Room (applicable number here). :: rides :: Rue Wydown -> ::had no problem carrying weapons, just using them unless it was self defense, everyone knows that doctors carried phasers only for show back in the old days:: Not bad ::she glance at her chrono and headed back out to the lift:: Cptn Corizon -> If we get caught, we're going to have to win the fire fight. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::gets an internal comm on her panel, requesting her presence on the AT, noting that someone will be on to relieve her:: Cptn Corizon -> I don't think the Romulans would let us go with the excuse of navigational error. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Engineering+ Tactical to Engineering. Mark Garrison -> ::the pair enter the lift, sending it for the TR:: Charlotte Matsumura -> This far in? Very doubtful. Sir. ::wry grin twitching across her lips:: Major Cloud -> ::In the TR:: Sean Howard -> :: exits the lift, wanders down to the TR and hangs out with Lis while he waits for everyone else :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles:: We can tell them that it was their imagination we were cloaked. Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ Yes? Rue Wydown -> ::heading into the TR, doing a quick count to see who's here so far:: Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ I'd like to verify that all necessary power is available for the weapons systems. There was some discussion about taking them offline, and we jsut might need them in our current predicament. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( just*)) Mark Garrison -> Well, never thought I'd ever do anything like this. ::he said as he attempted to awkwardly stretch in the TL:: Sean Howard -> :: respectful nod the Commander's way :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Getting unusual readings for a device this small.:: Rue Wydown -> Mr Howard. ::nods, spots Cloud:: Major. Victria -> ::Her lips twitched as she watched him.:: I understand Romulans are not the friendliest of people. Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ Well, power from the weapons is diverted to the cloak while it is active. So there will be a delay in activating the weapons systems when we decloak. It should not be too noticeable. Major Cloud -> ::Nods:: Commander... Mister Howard. Major Cloud -> ::Phaser rifile in hand:: Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ No disrespect, sir, but that delay could be deadly if we have more than one Romulan ship waiting on us out here. Sean Howard -> :: slightly intimidated nod Cloud's way :: Mark Garrison -> Not really. They're extremely cunning as well, so expect anything down there. Mark Garrison -> ::the lift deposited them on the correct deck, and he began the short walk to the transporter room:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ We're monitoring the power usage profiles as we continue to use the cloak and will be adjusting to achieve the most optimal balance. But there's not much we can do. Major Cloud -> Imagine that, the Romulans having a base in the Neutral Zone. Rue Wydown -> Surprise, surprise, yes? DervtRahks -> @ It had been easy enough to deal with Ambassador Joval, having him taken out before his meeting with that abomnation of a creature that looked like a Fvai:: Rue Wydown -> I want to wait for everyone to arrive before we go through any away team directives. Major Cloud -> ::Smirks as he steps on the the pad:: I can only imagine what goodies the pointed eared ones have left for us. Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ We can likely improve the response time as we learn more about how the cloak interacts with the rest of the ship. I doubt I can get it down to zero. Victria -> ::Following into the transporter room, she checked her gear again as she entered and then glanced to the others that would also be on the away team.:: Rue Wydown -> That's what you're here for, Major. ::broad smile:: Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ ::glancing over at the TL doors as her relief arrives:: Our lives are on the line, Mister Admiran. May I respectfully request you negotiate that delay down as close to zero as you can manage? Maryse Dubois -> ::Magnifies the device on her moniter.:: Hmm... Major Cloud -> ::Smirks:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stands relieved as a LT takes her former seat:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping into the lift on the fast track to the TR:: Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ I'll do all I can, of course. But we just don't have the power to keep weapons on standby while we're cloaked. Sean Howard -> :: looks more than a bit out of place amongst all the seasoned individuals on the team :: Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ What I _can_ do is prioritize the order of activation of certain weapons per your specifications. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::muttering something about half-baked, hair-brained schemes as she rushes down the corridor at a steady clip:: Mark Garrison -> ::glancing around the assembled AT:: I trust everyone realizes not to leave any evidence of our presence down there. Last thing we need is the Romulans thrusting a dropped commbadge in Starfleet's face. Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ So I can ensure the forward torpedo launchers come online first, for instance, if you think that will be useful. Rue Wydown -> Mr Garrison, is your team all here? Major Cloud -> ::Smirks:: I was planning on leaving a love letter, Mark. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::stepping into the TR:: Mark Garrison -> You just would Cloud. ::smirk:: Sean Howard -> :: decides that the Major has the sarcastic reply down pat, no need to supply any himself :: Major Cloud -> "Dearest Rihannsu...." Mark Garrison -> ::Rue:: Nearly ma'am, waiting on Lieutenatn Matsumura. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ I would suggest phasers, as they are the more complicated of the systems. Major Cloud -> "Your pointed ears, your brow ridges, your shoulder pads... they just turn me on." Tandaris Admiran -> +Charlotte+ Whatever you need. Submit the list to me, and I'll see that it's implemented. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ We'll need the torpedo launchers as quickly as possible as well. If we can't riddle them with bullets, as the saying goes, we'll need to dazzle them with brilliance. Rue Wydown -> That's enough Major. ::trying to not to laugh at his comment:: Sean Howard -> :: notices Victria, goes a few steps past intimidated now :: Major Cloud -> ::Pleased with himself:: Victria -> Everyone is here. ::Noting Charlotte come in. She gestured to the transporter padd.:: Major Cloud -> ::on the pad, waiting:: Charlotte Matsumura -> +Admiran+ I'll have the current tactical officer submit the priority list to you. I'll be accompanying the away team. Thank you for your assistance. Matsumura out. Major Cloud -> << Fae and Maryse, if you two want to tag along as NPC security or marines, feel free >> Mark Garrison -> ::takes the padd next to Cloud:: Just remember to shoot them, not seduce them. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::giving a low-volume growl as she steps onto the pad, holstering her weapon and readjusting her miniature padd on her hip:: Fae -> << Pass >> Sean Howard -> :: scurries up to the pad, tries to look invisible :: DervtRahks -> <does the crew learn the growl from the dog?> Victria -> ::She stepped up as well, standing next to Sean. She threw him a brief glance.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> LT Von Nieda> ::settling in at tactical, rearranging the interface to her own specifications, and noting the calculations that Matsumura left running:: Rue Wydown -> I'm only going to say this once. Be careful down there. This is possible hostile territory. Mr Howard, don't wander off from the security officers or marines. Sean Howard -> Don't plan on it, ma'am. Rue Wydown -> +Bridge+ Wydown to Bridge. Away team is ready to depart. Fae -> :: Looks to Corizon :: AT is go. Maryse Dubois -> ::Spots microscopic holes after magniying to maximum.:: Why hello there. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods and heads over to the replicator for some tea:: Fae -> +Rue+ You are go to energize. Rue Wydown -> ::nods to the transporter chief:: Away we go. Sean Howard -> Lis> :: energizes :: Cptn Corizon -> << at grab an @ >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::frowning, tilting her head to one side as she examines the ion trail readings:: Fae -> :: watches power levels and any interaction between cloak and transporters. :: Major Cloud -> @ ::shimmers onto the base:: Sean Howard -> @ :: shimmers off the pad and materializes momentarily at the destination :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::props her chin in her palm as she digs deeper into the ion trails, something of her specialty:: Victria -> @ ::Shimmers down, eyes daring about as soon as they rematerialize.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::rematerializes at the destination:: Fae -> Good transport. Mark Garrison -> @::reshimmers, instantly sweeping the area with phaser in one hand, tricorder in another:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::notes the signal jump on the oscilliscopic filter on one subspace band as the team beams down:: Cptn Corizon -> ::nods:: See, not everything has to be a disaster with this crew. Rue Wydown -> @::automatically pulls out her tricorder to scan the area once she's finished having her atoms rearranged:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::weapon out of the holster as her eyes scan the area:: Fae -> Just enough things go right so a sense of vague hope is possible, sir. Sean Howard -> @ :: takes a step to place himself smack dab in the middle of all the scary-looking officers :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Phaser rifile out, eyes looking around:: Rue Wydown -> @::raises a brow as she reads the scans:: Let's hope they left some sort of bread crumbs. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::shaking her head, reprograms the calcs Matsumura had running, then looks to the priority list for weapons:: Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Flips his light on his phaser:: Sean Howard -> @ :: this being his first dangerous type away mission, is a tick nervous :: DervtRahks -> ACTION: As the team has beamed down, most of the facility is dark, but a few areas are dimmly lit Major Cloud -> << what the mutt said >> Rue Wydown -> ((You should be nervous. Rue's in charge)) Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::purses her lips as she considers a few tactical plans, then submits a list to Engineering, starting with phasers and moving to the forward, then aft torpedo launching systems:: Major Cloud -> << Is this worse than N'Dak? << DervtRahks -> <am na a mutt> Major Cloud -> << LOL I meant me! >> Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::also includes estimates for appropriate delays between reboot:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Glances around, his eyes watching for any kind of movement. He looked to the barnacles, especially Victria, who had the best night vision of anyone on the team:: Mark Garrison -> @::takes a few steps out into the darkish anteroom they had beamed into, looking about:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Indeed, his own pale amythest eyes were less equipped for night vision, and he had to rely on the light from his phaser rifile:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: As the team advances, one of the marines while looking down, realizes he sees a patch of color glowing on his leg and realizes he's tripped some sort of laser detection system Major Cloud -> << we'll got about 5-10 over since we started late if that's okat for everyone >> Rue Wydown -> @Well, I hope none of you are afraid of the dark. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::all senses on alert, as her eyes were still adjusting:: Victria -> @ ::Victria had her phaser rifle out, but had not activated the light attached to the top. Her position at the front of the team put the other light behind her and did not impede her vision.:: Sean Howard -> @ :: waits, chews his lip a bit :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Looks down:: Oh hell. Major Cloud -> @ They have defenses of some sort. ::Points:: Rue Wydown -> @Oh hell what? ::cautiously:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Bloody brilliant. Sean Howard -> @ :: nervously glances at the Major, deciding the second scariest of the group saying "Oh hell" is probably a very bad sign :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::and not in the good way, judging by her tone:: Rue Wydown -> @Fantastic. DervtRahks -> ACTION: Suddenly disruptor banks along the corridor begin firing at them, while additionally Fae -> Many energy weapons discharges near the AT! Rue Wydown -> @Take cover! Mark Garrison -> @Take cover! ::he yelled while trying to find some for himself:: Major Cloud -> @ Get down. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::dives and rolls for cover, attempting to avoid the disruptor fire:: DervtRahks -> several surface to atmoshperic banks have activated and have triggered the launch sequence on a pair of orbital defense platforms. Two torpedos are launched towards the Excalibur at point blank range. Major Cloud -> @ ::Grabs Howard and yanks him to the floor with him:: Sean Howard -> @ :: has one millisecond to mentally curse before he's yanked down by Cloud :: Fae -> :: Tries to go evasive :: Fae -> Incoming! Cptn Corizon -> @ Hard to port. Rue Wydown -> @::ducks and runs, skittering across the floor:: Victria -> @ ::Victria aimed at the disruptor nearest her and fired.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::alerts on her panel wail:: We've got incoming surface to space torpedoes! DervtRahks -> ACTION: Excalibure is hit in the port nacelle hard by one of the torpedos Fae -> :: Makes her evasives port like :: Cptn Corizon -> @ ::Grabs on:: Red Alert. Stand by to raise shields. Drop cloak. Fae -> +Engineering+ Drop cloak. Tandaris Admiran -> Wait, what? Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Without her shields, the hit shakes Excalibur. DervtRahks -> <sweet, turned right into my blind shot!> Tandaris Admiran -> ::scrambles to a console:: Lane, kill that cloaking device! Mark Garrison -> @::firing as he runs towards one of the columns in the wall:: Tandaris Admiran -> What just hit us? Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Neida> ::muttering a few curses in her native language:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::flips the pink sparkly switch on the cloaking device to the "off" position:: Rue Wydown -> @Oh bloody hell. ::trying see if she can get at least one shot off at one of the distruptors:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: 2ND VOLLEY OF TORPEDOS LAUNCH Fae -> :: brings shields up anyway :: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Torpedo, sir! Port nacelle. Warp drive offline. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::targeting with phasers, and trying to get countermeasures online:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: Well bring it back online! Fae -> :: continues evasives :: Cptn Corizon -> If there was anyone watching they would have seen that anyway. Raise sheilds. Target weapons. Cptn Corizon -> Target the launchers and return fire. Major Cloud -> @::Howard:: Keep your head down. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::bringing up shields, and targeting targeting the launchers:: Fae -> :: Watches weapons readiness status :: Victria -> @ ::Braving the disruptor fire, Victria danced from cover to cover in the corridor, taking out the disruptors one at a time.:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: tORPEDOS IMPACT AGAIN Mark Garrison -> @::sticks the hand phaser out from behind cover, firing and hitting one of the distruptor banks:: Sean Howard -> @ :: has his face smooshed into the ground, doesn't really have to worry about that :: DervtRahks -> ACQUIREING THE NEWLY UNCLOAKED SHIP Maryse Dubois -> ::Stumbles about, quickly making sure the probe is secure.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::from covered position, her phased plasma pistol whines as it activates for the first time, and she fires at the disruptor banks:: Fae -> :: attempts to open the range :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Growling:: Take down those blasted launchers. DervtRahks -> @ On planet, the AT has managed to hit the disruptor banks in the cooridor destorying them for the moment. DervtRahks -> <ah, but how long does it take to bring weapons back up!> Tandaris Admiran -> ::reinforces the shields facing the launchers:: Mark Garrison -> @::pokes his head out, surveying the technological carnage:: Clear. Major Cloud -> @ That was lovely. Sean Howard -> @ :: notes the lack of pew-pew-pew sounds, then hears Garrison's "clear" so at the very least un-smooshes his face :: Fae -> :: Swings back to give forward weapons bank aim on the launchers :: Major Cloud -> @ ::Letting off of Howard:: Rue Wydown -> @Nothing like getting the blood rushing first thing on an away team. ::pokes her head out:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::muttering something that sounds remotely like goat with a hammer, even as she pulls up shields and attempts to fire back:: Mark Garrison -> @::heads out into the open:: Well, safe to assume they know we're here. DervtRahks -> ACTION: Third round of torpedos preparing to launch, Uncloacked ship target acquired. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Excalibur looses a volley of torpedoes at the launchers. Sean Howard -> @ :: rises to a kneel, mumbles a thank you at Cloud :: DervtRahks -> ACTION:Both launchers go up in blazing fireballs Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> ::adjusting shields to compensate for the weakened hull areas as they come back online:: Victria -> @ Watch your step. ::She scanned the darkness for more sensor triggers.:: Mark Garrison -> @::decides not to switch to his rifle, which was currently slung on his back, having found his hand phaser performed well in the tight cover:: Fae -> :: Continues evasives, opening range while Excal reloads. :: Mark Garrison -> @::falls in behind Victria, complimenting her eyes with his tricorder:: DervtRahks -> ACTION: Damage to the unshielded port nacelle is pretty extensive and will need a repair team working on it before any hope of warp will be recommended. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> Well, someone definitely would have heard that... ::definite European accent to her syllables as she mutters, tapping into her console:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane, what's the status of the warp drive? Rue Wydown -> @Now that we got that out of the way, let's see what we can find before our visit is cut short. Sean Howard -> @ :: back to his feet, sticks with his smooshy savior :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Damage report. Charlotte Matsumura -> Von Nieda> Who knew that you had to get specific about power to the shields...? ::said more to herself than to anyone on the bridge:: Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> Not good. The torpedo scored a direct hit. Fae -> Left nacelle hit hard. No warp, at least for the moment. Major Cloud -> @ ::Frowns:: That could have been a lot worse. Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs:: Overtime indeed. Fae -> That's the bulk of it. Cptn Corizon -> Status of the cloak? Tandaris Admiran -> OK, send White with a team. I want hourly reports. Fae -> Cloak is good as far as I know. Cptn Corizon -> Ask engineering. Fae -> Or sort of good. I wouldn't count on it in Roumulan space. They know how to bust them pretty good, sir. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::biting back on the adrenaline rush, forcing herself to stay cool:: Fae -> +Admiran+ Is the cloak good? Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: What's in the system for us to hide behind while we make repairs? Tandaris Admiran -> +Bridge+ The cloaking device is fine. Tandaris Admiran -> +Bridge+ The port nacelle, not so much. We're looking at six hours before we can have warp. Maybe less if no one shoots at us in that time. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::jaw clenched tightly, eyes darting as she takes in their surroundings as she was trained to do:: Rue Wydown -> @Under normal circumstances, I would say spread out. But considering the welcome committiee we've all ready encountered, maybe it's best if we stick together. Sean Howard -> @ :: waits once again, figuring there has to be an entire closet full of other shoes to drop :: unused_bagels -> ((nice ship... going to bed, nitol)) DervtRahks -> @ ACTION: As the AT moves along, suddently as Rue takes a step, she hears a defineate 'CLICK' under her boot and stops Major Cloud -> @ Agreed. Mark Garrison -> @::stops himself, turning around to Rue, who was right behind him:: Rue Wydown -> @::freezes:: Oh that's not good. Fae -> :: Scans :: We've some asteroids and some gas giants. I'd go with the asteroids, sir. Sean Howard -> @ :: and there's one six inch stiletto :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Find one and get me in touch with the away team. I hope their okay... Tandaris Admiran -> Lane> ::hands Admiran a PADD with the nacelle status and repair details:P: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Aw, frell. Major Cloud -> @ ::Wonders if they should have brought hover boots:: Mark Garrison -> @ Charlotte. ::he called, knowing she was the most experienced when it came to explosives, or whatever Rue had just stepped on:: Fae -> +Rue+ Excal to AT. We just won a small space battle, and have lost warp. Captain wants to talk. Rue Wydown -> @Please, someone tell me that was just a loose tile or something. ::taking slow breaths:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::lowers herself to the deck already doing a recon on the situation:: Major Cloud -> @ ::Has his hand ready to grab the Engineer again:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Commander, please don't move. Shallow breaths. Mark Garrison -> @+Fae+ Uh, Commander Wydown is slightly disposed at the second, what does the Captain need? Tandaris Admiran -> ::frowns as he studies the damage report:: Lucky hit. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Lane:: Tell White to enjoy his EVA. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::notes a pressure plate, narrowing her eyes as she glances around to see where it might be tied to:: Fae -> :: Looks to the Captain :: They seem to be in a situation, sir. Rue Wydown -> @::nods to Matsumura, closes her eyes, taking slow deliberate breaths, thank goodness for the yoga training:: Mark Garrison -> @::glances around:: Everyone back up. ::sad fact was XO blowing herself up was better then XO blowing up herself and entire AT:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Anywhere but here, Commander. ::slight smile as she glances up at Rue, shifting slightly toward one of the nearby panels:: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ No... Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Everyone stay exactly where you are. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ We can't risk someone finding yet another one of these lovely devices. Rue Wydown -> @Perhaps it would be better if the rest of the crew is beamed up to the ship, hmmm? ::speaking calmly:: Victria -> @ ::Victria bared her fangs in frustration, crouched as though ready to spring, eyes scanning the darkness ahead again.:: Mark Garrison -> @::frowns, looking around realizing she was right:: Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> Transporters are down. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ It might be, but where's the fun in that? ::snorts:: Besides, we wouldn't find what we're looking for if we all leave the party now. Fae -> Sir? New damage report. Transporters are down. Rue Wydown -> @Yes, but you all wouldn't go boom when I go boom either. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::eases a panel off the wall, checking the floor before she lowers it down as well:: Cptn Corizon -> Lovely. +Wydown+ What's your status, we've detected weapons fire. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Honestly, Commander, I think we stand a better chance down here than up there. Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ We took a hit with the cloak down. Sean Howard -> @ :: very much wishing he'd decided to stick with civil engineering instead of going into Starfleet for "experience." Decides getting shot at and potentially blown up isn't going to help him assemble arenas later in his careeer :: Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Given Excal history thus far, at least. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::wry grin heard in her voice:: Rue Wydown -> @+Corizon+ Oh, just standing around, trying not to get blown up right now. Major Cloud -> @ Why is it every time we have an away team on a planet, the ship nearly gets blown up and loses transporterS? Rue Wydown -> @::is keeping her sense of humor, but know exactly how serious this is:: Rue Wydown -> @Someone should fix that. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::reaching back and pulling a drawer of isolinear chips out, examining the circuitry:: Mark Garrison -> @::Cloud:: Karma, I'm begining to think. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ We're not even wearing red shirts. ::muttering as she glances over and is impressed by the work:: Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Keep it that way Commander. We're going to have to break orbit and make repairs. We'll be near by, but until transporters are back up, you're on your own. I am not risking sending a shuttle down as they might have more surface to space. Rue Wydown -> @::glances down at her own uniform:: Want to try that again? Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Check in every fifeteen. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::sighs:: I can't dismantle it. We're going to have to outsmart it. Cptn Corizon -> +Wydown+ Corizon out. Victria -> (( Redshirts. That reminds me of today's Foxtrot comic. )) Rue Wydown -> @<w>Hopefully I'll still be around in 15. Sean Howard -> @ :: frowns :: I don't suppose they could shoot the power generators before they leave, that would nix any more disruptors, anyway. Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks to Rue:: Break orbit and put us in the asteroid of choice. Fae -> :: plots a course to an aseroid belt :: Fae -> Got it. Want to cloak? Major Cloud -> @ ::Looks around:: Lovely. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::slides drawer back in gently:: Sean Howard -> (( mmm, redshirt cookies :: nom nom nom :: )) Mark Garrison -> (AFKish, Packers might actually upset the Pats) DervtRahks -> <I thougth she was on surface> Cptn Corizon -> If you can keep us obscured without it, let's focus on getting the ship rebuilt. Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::reaches to panel:: Cptn Corizon -> << meant Fae lol >> Charlotte Matsumura -> @ ::lifts it and...stops:: Rue Wydown -> @Outsmart a mine. Interesting. Fae -> Aye. :: Engages at 1/4 impulse, heading for the asteroids :: Cptn Corizon -> << Silly three letter names >> Charlotte Matsumura -> @ Wait. ::pausing, looking back at Rue:: Fae -> << Hey! >> Cptn Corizon -> << Thirty second warning, get it in now or wait! >> Charlotte Matsumura -> @ By George, I think I've got it. Cptn Corizon -> ...and... Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Sean Howard -> :: paused :: Rue Wydown -> She gets it......and then we pause LOL Rue Wydown -> Will the away team's plan work, or will they all go boom? Cptn Corizon -> Find out next time! Cptn Corizon -> Speaking of which... Cptn Corizon -> As you all know, next Sunday is the day after Christmas Cptn Corizon -> How many of you will be here? DervtRahks -> I vore for boom Cptn Corizon -> (Did the Packers win, I don't have it on) Rue Wydown -> I'm iffy to be honest. Victria -> I probably will be here. Sean Howard -> If you blow me up next week I won't be here to splatter on the walls. DervtRahks -> sadly no Charlotte Matsumura -> Iffy here as well. Mark Garrison -> (Flynn just wasted teh last 20 seconds calling audibles.) Cptn Corizon -> LOL Packers. Charlotte Matsumura -> As a Romulan citizen you don't get a vote in Federation matters... :P DervtRahks -> now Rue, dont' move now, or you'll lose a foot Cptn Corizon -> Alright, so. We'll just say that next week, come if you can. If we have the bulk of the AT... Mark Garrison -> I'll probably be here, anyway. Cptn Corizon -> We'll run. If not, I'll come up with a one-off. DervtRahks -> Ah, but you see, we're on a Rihannsu base, in the neutral zone, Cptn Corizon -> I assume you all will be here on the day after New Years, yes? Charlotte Matsumura -> I'll at least be local then. Rue Wydown -> Yep. I can be there that weekend Sean Howard -> Maybe, dunno yet. DervtRahks -> If I can continue to harrass au, sure! Charlotte Matsumura -> LOL Cptn Corizon -> Alright Rue Wydown -> Evil Rahks Cptn Corizon -> So that plan is to see how many show up and most likely will run a Holiday Themed One-Shot; back to normal on New Years. Excalibur_Dec_19_2010.txt

Hi all, Attach (and below) is the chatlog from our Sunday's sim. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has slipped into the Romulan Neutral Zone and is nearing the Durbian system where Corizon has said they will meet with an "old friend." Cptn Corizon -> Qurstions? Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Laarell -> Kahrak> ::has taken over at Science for the time being:: Maryse Dubois -> ::In sickbay, making a round before she gets ready toleave.:: Fae -> :: At Hops :: Getting close, everybody. Tandaris Admiran -> ::moping in his quarters, having left Marius and Sean to deal with any issues with the cloaking device:: Sean Howard -> :: down in ME, keeping a close eye on stuff :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::having relieved Garrison @ tac, continues to keep a close eye on all the bells and whistles at her disposal:: Cptn Corizon -> ::on the bridge, sternly looking at the starfield pass by, drinking his tea, his third cup for anyone counting:: Rue Wydown -> ::flipping a small capsle like thing from hand to hand as she walks down the hallway to sickbay:: Cptn Corizon -> Status report? Fae -> Proceeding Warp 7.5 cloaked, ETA five minutes. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks over a case report as she walks towards the door.:: Rue Wydown -> ::entering sickbay, gripping the probe in her fist:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Once we arrive put us into a 'safe' orbit of one of the moons of the third gas giant in the system. We'll remain cloaked, but tactical I am going to have you start broadcasting a repeating signal every 10 minutes on a very, very narrow band. Victria -> ::Througly beaten up by her new holodeck training program, Victria had holed up in Main Security after Corizon's announcement, figuring that was the best place to be in case of trouble. She leaned back in her chair, peering at the reports streaming in.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping a few commands into the console, laying in the appropriate programming:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Taps and sends the information to tactical:: Our contact may not be here when we arrive; this will let them know we're here without anyone else. Cptn Corizon -> knowing.* Fae -> :: Makes some small course adjustments :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Programming frequencies now. Fae -> :: Drops to warp one to minimize warp trail as we enter the system :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Almost walks into Rue, before stopping.:: Oh...hello Commander. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::adding the frequency modulations into the parameters, and prepping the program:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Program is ready to be executed on your command, Captain. Sean Howard -> :: notes a quick power drop, panics a bit before seeing that the warp factor was lowered :: Fae -> Breaking warp in one minute. Rue Wydown -> 'ello there Doctor. Am I catchin' ye at a bad time? Fae -> Breaking warp in ten seconds. Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes head.:: Oh no. I was actually going to take my work for a little walk. Pretty quite here. Maryse Dubois -> *quiet Fae -> :: drops to normal space. Holds in place a bit to give people a chance to work sensors :: Tandaris Admiran -> ACTION> As Excalibur drops out of warp, the sudden change in power levels triggers an overload in the cloaking device's capacitor. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::prepping console for arrival, queuing up the appropriate sensor sweeps...:: Fae -> Woah... Sean Howard -> :: much swearing as the cloak's alarms start blaring :: Rue Wydown -> Ye mind if we have a bit of a chat? ::raises a brow:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::...muttering a few choice words as alerts start blaring at various positions across the bridge and through the ship:: Maryse Dubois -> Not at all. My office? Fae -> :: waits for the cloak to hopefully restabalize :: Rue Wydown -> Thanks. ::motions for her to lead the way:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pulling up all tactical sensors, making a very quick sweep to ensure they aren't walking into an ambush:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Leads the way to her office, where she takes a seat at her desk.:: Fae -> :: Starts the ship very casually to a position between the gas giant and the occupied planet :: Sean Howard -> :: knowing he has only moments, switches cloak power to direct routing so he can shut down the capacitor, hopes its enough to keep it running :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::hands are flying over the console, her eyes flickering from screen to screen as she takes in all the information that is being fed:: Fae -> :: Figures engineering doesn't need her nagging them just now, concentrates on flying :: Tandaris Admiran -> ACTION> The ship remains cloaked, and nothing has exploded yet. Victria -> (( Yet. )) Sean Howard -> :: flies back to where the cloak is installed, waits for the capacitor to stop stewing for a few more seconds while putting on some work gloves :: Laarell -> K> Nothing indicating that anything nearby noticed the power dip... Fae -> :: Chooses a moon that is behind the gas giant from most traffic, and settles into a distant orbit :: Sean Howard -> Let's hope fortune does indeed favor the foolish. :: unlocks the capictor's installation locks before taking a spanner to the bolts :: Rue Wydown -> Did you happen to read the report from the Republic's encounter with the Oest, mate? Fae -> +Engineering+ Orbiting. You shouldn't have big calls for engine power for a while. Sean Howard -> :: sighs, and yanks the capacitor out :: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: Nasty stuff there. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ :: grunt :: Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::close to the main controls, attempting to re-route power flow, and choosing to keep his distance from the cloaking device:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glances up, lips taut, not amused, but glad the sensor sweep was clear:: Fae -> +Howard+ :: Blown kiss sounds :: Sean Howard -> :: thankfully isn't shocked into next Tuesday, grabs a pair of tools from his belt to replace the bits in the capacitor that almost went kablooey :: Tandaris Admiran -> Crewman Kent> ::glares at Marius, making up for lost time:: Victria -> ::She flicked a hand at the alarms ringing on her screen and leaned forward to get a look, frowning slightly as the makeshift cloak caused issues. To be expected with such a crude design.:: Rue Wydown -> I am concerned about what their first officer told me. Especially about the abduction part. Sean Howard -> :: gets those bits replaced, shoves the capacitor back in and rebolts it in place :: Maryse Dubois -> Oh really? ::Leans forward, intruiged.:: Sean Howard -> :: after locking it up, heads over to the console and, with a quick prayer, runs the power back through the capacitor :: DervtRahks -> #::gives final orders to load up the rest of the weapons to move to the new location:: Sean Howard -> :: sighs, this time in relief, as it goes back to working normally again; heads back to his own console after ditching his work gloves and looks over the data from that episode :: Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::glances at Sean, guesses from his expression that the capacitor issue was fixed:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::working through the sensor frequencies to compensate for the cloaking device, and preps to execute the beacon signal:: Rue Wydown -> According to her, three of their senior officers, including a handful of junior officers and crew members were abducted by these Oests. They were studied and were used in some sort of breeding program. Sean Howard -> Well, that was close. Victria -> ::She logged off and rose to her feet, coding herself into the armory to speak with the arms master.:: Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods:: I got a few scans o Dr. Weber... Do they know how they were abducted? Rue Wydown -> When they started to make their escape, they came to find several different races held captive for the same reason. Sean Howard -> Doesn't look like we can run that kind of power while that blasted thing is running. We'll either have to go slower or shut down non-essential systems to give us a power buffer. Rue Wydown -> A higher level of technology was used. They were taken from their ship in full view of their crewmates through the sheilding. Maryse Dubois -> ::Curious.:: Could they identify the other races? Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::smirks:: just a bit. I suppose we figured it'd take a bit of experimentation. Rue Wydown -> Jem Haddar, Klingon, Breen, and a half dozen other species throughout the Alpha and Gamma Quadrants. Sean Howard -> Pity we couldn't experiment with it on an unmanned vessel from a few lightyears away. Maryse Dubois -> Wow... Sean Howard -> Guess I'll give them the news up top. Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::laughs:: I'm honestly not surprised when this sort of thing happens anymore. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Howard to Waters. Fae -> +Howard+ Fae here. Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::checks a few last measurement ratings, then begins heading back to his worktable:: Sean Howard -> +Fae+ As you might have noticed, we had a bit of a blip with the cloak. Too much power running, and when you backed down on the warp power it fed into the inefficient capacitor. <c> Sean Howard -> +Fae+ So in the future, we'll either have to cap at warp 5 with the cloak running, or to go at 7.5 we'll need to shut down all non-essential systems. Rue Wydown -> At any rate. There's something I need ye to do, luv. Maryse Dubois -> Sure. What is it? Fae -> +Howard+ The odd thing is that I cut down to warp 1 a minute before breaking warp. I just wanted to lessen the warp trail into the system. Fae -> +Howard+ It was a transition from Warp 1 to normal space that caused the glitch. You ought to be able to handle that. The 7.5 to 1 transition was fine. DervtRahks -> #Mnek'rah, that is the last of it. Ie'yakk h'nah, fire upon and destroy the base, leave na evidence. Then we hna. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ M/ARA keeps the power setting up for 90 seconds unless there's a manual override to lower it in case it's needed. We're lucky someone didn't flush one too many toilet while we were running and cause the same problem. Rue Wydown -> This. ::puts the probe down in the middle of her desk, it's a small capsle device:: I want you to figure out how this thing works and how to counteract it if possible. Maryse Dubois -> ::Looks at the object before picking it up, holding it closer.;: What is it? Fae -> +Waters+ So I should have cut down to Warp 1 two minutes ahead? Futz. This is getting complicated. Anyway, I'll tell the Pippy people to hold to 5 for now. Fae -> (Howard) DervtRahks -> # ::watches as the ship fires phaser banks and finally two torpedos down at the former base down below, obliterating what evidenc they could, and then orders them to leave orbit.:: Maryse Dubois -> <<lol stop paging yoursel.>> Maryse Dubois -> *f Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Aye. And even then I'd appreciate if you'd signal down here if you're dropping warp and expecting to stay with the reduced power so we can cut the power down before the programmed time, for safety's sake. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping her console, noting some residual ion trails -- very faint -- and likely not noticeable to an untrained eye:: Fae -> +Howard+ Noted. I'll forward you our plotted course, and try to discourage short notice changes too. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Much obliged. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( ... some sort of seismic anomaly. Anything but a submarine... )) Fae -> +Howard+ Impulse shouldn't be a problem? Just big changes in warp speeds? Fae -> +Howard+ And do you expect headaches with weapons discharges? Rue Wydown -> Some sort of behavior modification device. It was inplant under the skin ::she motioned where she found it on Kwai's body:: and the Oest had some sort of transmitting device in their wrist bands. That one is from Captain Kwai's body. The Republic retained the other two devices to take back to HQ. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Impulse barely puts a dent in power usage, so no problem there. And as we can't fire when cloaked we'll have the power away from the cloak before anyone pushes the big red buttons up there. Hopefully. Cptn Corizon -> ::Watches as his crew preforms like a well oiled machine, easing some of his reservations about taking Excalibur on this mission:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::notes a few other "roads to nowhere," with the ships that left them light years away by now:: Fae -> +Howard+ Good enough. Just don't expect long warnings before pusshing red buttons. Things get hectic up here when we're pushing red buttons. But I'll tell you what. I'll flash red lights and ring sirens if things look ugly. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ :: chuckles :: Whatever works. Though now that I think on it, I think we can scratch powering up weapons while we're at warp with the cloak on. So long as tactical doesn't flood the phaser arrays doing so after going to sublight should be fine. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::blinks, overhearing Howard:: Maryse Dubois -> Interesting...::Puts the probe back on her desk.:: Victria -> ::She reviewed the figures of their active weapons and those still yet to be repaired, finding their reserves adequate. The weapons she'd taken to Engineering had also been restored, though not returned. She made not to pick those up later.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Please inform Mister Howard that any delay in bringing up my weapons systems will be unacceptable. Sean Howard -> (( we fix 'em, but you have to handle shipping, Vic )) Fae -> +Howard+ If you could write up a simplified set of dos and don'ts that can be followed when everything is crazy, I'd appreciate it, and so will the rest of us bridge jockies. Victria -> (( I was hoping for the free super-saver shipping on items over $30.00 )) Rue Wydown -> Dubois, where I took that probe out should not have affected Kwai in the way she described. There's got to be more to that thing that meets the eye. Laarell -> (Or you could just have a Prime account and get two-day shipping for free all the time. :)) Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Aye, I was planning on updating that, but I wanted to give you the basics so you'd at least know the old set is ready for the recycle bin. Charlotte Matsumura -> (( Pays for itself every Christmas... )) Maryse Dubois -> ::Nods.:: I see. I'll look into it. If anything it'll giveme an interesting little project. Fae -> +Howard+ Your ability to induce crazyness is much appreciated. Thanks much. Cptn Corizon -> ::Leans back in his chair:: Hopefully our contact will be able to arrive without incident. Cptn Corizon -> ::Would hate for their trip to end before it started:: Sean Howard -> +Fae+ :: snort :: I just deal with the pile of dung that's laid at my feet. Howard out. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Howard+ Mister Howard, this is Lieutenant Matsumura at tactical. Please be aware that any delay in powering up weapons systems when they are needed will be unacceptable. Rue Wydown -> :;frowning:: Interesting yes. But I need results too. Laarell -> K> ::nod, Horta-style:: Laarell -> (oh lord what did we do) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::taking straight to the source since Waters seems fit to ignore her:: Fae -> Things look quiet so far, Captain... Though Engineering isn't crazy about running the cloak above warp five. Funny stuff might happens as we break warp. NDak -> << Before or after au stole across into the Outmarches with a cloaking device? >> Laarell -> (I protested that) Maryse Dubois -> You'll get them, I promise. Fae -> (Her protest makes it all right, I'm sure.) Sean Howard -> +Matsumura+ With all do respect, ma'am, if you power up weapons systems before the power's settled the explosions will not be of the variety to make you or I happy. We'll do everything possible to keep it snappy, but we didn't pick this up off the... Sean Howard -> high-end cloak rack at the store. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Howard+ May I suggest a standby mode, rather than a complete reroute or shut down, then? Rue Wydown -> Thanks. ::thinking she owes it to the Trill too: Keep me posted on your progress, aye? Maryse Dubois -> I will. Charlotte Matsumura -> +Howard+ Given our current predicament, seconds will be crucial. Laarell -> (Why darlings, don't you know I'm the *only* thing that matters?) Cptn Corizon -> I assume the Durbian system is free of any uncloaked vessels? The Romulans are notorious for having ships "wander" across into the zone due to "navigational difficulties." Charlotte Matsumura -> ::to Cori:: Sensors are clear of any contacts at present, Captain. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirk:: I suppose if we got caught we could claim the same, ye? Sean Howard -> +Matsumura+ We'll look into that, as well as this that and the other thing, ma'am. Believe me, I don't want to be caught with our pants down and our gun stuck in those lowered pants to boot. Laarell -> K> Maybe if we didn't have a cloak... Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirks, fangily at the Horta:: Cloak, what cloak? Charlotte Matsumura -> +Howard+ I appreciate your... candor... in the matter. Please advise when you have a solution. Matsumura out. Fae -> +Corizon+ Nothing has popped up on routine sensors. We've had enough funny stuff happening with the cloak that I haven't tried to get fancy or persistent. Laarell -> K> Point taken. Sean Howard -> :: sighs as the comm finally ends :: I ought to give the back of my hand to Montogomery Scott for giving engineers the miracle-worker moniker. Fae -> Are you going to blame everything on my inability to navigate? Is that right? Is that fair? :: very poor pretense at being indignant :: Cptn Corizon -> << Just send Marius to play with it. I mean Romulans are good with that sort of thing, and he *loves* cloaking devices, right? >> Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<-.->> Maryse Dubois -> <<zzzappp>> Maryse Dubois -> <<Sure he does :D >> Rue Wydown -> ::standing up, cracking knuckles a little:: Now, I've got see a man about a machine. ::she grinned:: Unless you have any further questions? Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<I refuse to be anywhere near that thing.>> Cptn Corizon -> << I like to think of cloaking devices constructed by Tandaris to be a little but like Bug Zappers >> Sean Howard -> :: looks around :: I take it the Chief built this monstrosity then disappeared to drop dealing with it in our laps. Maryse Dubois -> <<Aw but this one is different.>> Tandaris Admiran -> <<Perk of the job, Sean.>> Maryse Dubois -> ::Shakes her head.;: No Commander. I'll see what I can do about this little thing here. Cptn Corizon -> ::Waters:: Drop us into a tight orbit of which ever moon. Tight as you can get without the moon's gravitational field effecting the cloak. Victria -> ::Satisfied, she checked out her own weapon and exited the armory, moving out on patrol while she had the chance.:: Marius Tr'Lorin -> Sean:: I wouldn't be surprised. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::tapping a few more commands into the sensor panel, prepping to compensate for the magnetic fields *and* the cloak and whatever else gets tossed their way...:: Sean Howard -> :: sighs :: Oh well. I suppose the overtime will look good on my record during the court martial. Break the law and work extra hard at it. Fae -> Tight. Aye aye. Fae -> :: Moves down to a half standard orbit for a start :: Sean Howard -> :: starts sifting through all that data, making more refined notes to assmble into a new operations manual :: Rue Wydown -> Don't loose it, or it'll be your hide. ::she leaves Marye's office and heads out of sickbay:: Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::smirks:: You never run out of quirky things to say, do you? Fae -> +Howard+ Silly question? How close, hypothetically, can we get to a moon without the gravitational pull creating problems, and how much warning will you want before we try it? Cptn Corizon -> ::Matsumura:: Begin broadcasting that narrow band transmission. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::nods to Cori:: Aye, sir. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Depends on the size of the moon? Are we talking a potato like Mars' or a big one like Earth's? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::executes signal:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Transmission is active. Fae -> +Howard+ :: Feeds him the basic information about the moon we're orbiting :: Bout that big. Cptn Corizon -> < We will run a few minutes over to compensate for our start time. >> Sean Howard -> :: looks, makes a few calculations :: Rue Wydown -> ::chews on her thumbnail as she enters the lift:: <q>Heaven help us all. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ I'd keep it over 150k since this one has no atmosphere. And as for warning, :: checks their current orbital altitude :: about 200 klicks ago would've been good. :: sounds slightly amused though :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: Let's hope that the Ambassador's ship wasn't intercepted and/or followed. Fae -> +Howard+ OK. I'll be working it slowly down to 150K. Yell, scream and holler when you want me to steady it out. Sean Howard -> (( 150 km, not 150,000 of whatever unit )) Cptn Corizon -> ::They did have a rather spotty track record as of late with the survival of ambassadors from Romulus meeting Corizon:: Fae -> Yah. We've got a bad track record with ambassadors. Cptn Corizon -> << LOL >> Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Understood. Sean Howard -> :: goes back to the data and writing Running an Akira with a Cloak for Dummies :: Cptn Corizon -> << Technically, this is the second cloak we've ran on this ship! >> Fae -> Engineering says we can go sight seeing at 150 km, but I'm going to go down slow to give him a chance to spot any interferance. Cptn Corizon -> << Though the last one was a bit less, refined? >> Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Fae -> :: Pulls down fairly quickly to 400 KM, than very slowly takes her down from there. :: Cptn Corizon -> We might need to know that later if we have to enter inhabited systems. Cptn Corizon -> Thankfully, the Romulans don't trouble themselves with any fancy tachyon detection grids like we do. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::having to make manual shifts to sensor frequencies, as they creep in on the moon, and make adjustments to the cloak:: Fae -> Not the time to test to destruction, though, I'd assume. Maryse Dubois -> <<Yeah ask Marius about the 1st cloak.>> Laarell -> K> Hopefully... Cptn Corizon -> Still we can't really risk being visable. Sean Howard -> :: adds in the orbital suggestions, with the caveat that any body with an atmosphere will have residual ionization that will create an increase in orbital altitude requirment based on atmospheric density :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::thinking that, if we can't risk being visible, perhaps we shouldn't be here to begin with... But doesn't give voice to those objections:: Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<my impression is that this cloak isn't much better in terms of refinement. lol>> Sean Howard -> :: not to mention the persnickety nature of a body's magnetic fields... sees this chapter is going to be a long one :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::instead, refocusses on the tasks at hand:: Cptn Corizon -> << It has Romulan parts! >> Fae -> I'll play it conservative, then, and level up at first sign of trouble. Laarell -> ::would have spoken up:: Cptn Corizon -> << It's like, your technolgical twin >> Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Laarell -> ::but busy "reading reports", which was Orion for "pouting and being miserable":: Rue Wydown -> ::stepping out onto the bridge, feeling a sense of....tension.....in the air?:: Sean Howard -> :: gets a bleep, looks it over and makes a bleep of his own :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::glancing up as Rue steps out of the lift, giving her a terse nod, lips taut:: NDak -> ACTION> Excalibur finally recieves a response to their transmission, a very, very narrow band response, audio only. Fae -> :: down angles the forward view a bit. If we're this close to the surface of the moon, might as well put on a bit of a show. :: Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<and I suppose that means it'll actually like me, and give me more like a love shock than a bolt of death?>> Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Looks like there's some residual ionization in orbit from recently orbiting spacecraft. Fae -> Incoming message.... Fae -> :: Looks to Charloote :: Cptn Corizon -> << You may or may not be able to have children when it's done Marius >> Fae -> :: Tries to spot the ionization :: Charlotte Matsumura -> Seems to be an answer to our... hail, sir. Maryse Dubois -> <<At least you won't have an angry Klingon doctor at the side of your bed.>> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::washing it through the demod:: Cptn Corizon -> Put it through... Fae -> :: Tries to figure out if the signal source is also the ionization source :: Fae -> :: Puts it up on bridge audio :: Tandaris Admiran -> ACTION> The cloaking device has not started emitting radiation that would inhibit Marius from having children. Yet. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::checks decryption algorhythm and finds they are synched:: Victria -> (( Yet. )) Sean Howard -> (( :: that's good, I'm the one that's been playing with it, not him :: )) Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<rofl maryse>> NDak -> N'Kedre> +Excalibur+ Jolan tru and bedah to the Outmarches... or as au people call it the Neutral Zone, Riov Corizon. Sean Howard -> :: resumes working on the primer :: Rue Wydown -> <q>Well, this is an interesting development. :;watching the viewscreen:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::still doing sensor sweeps as best she can, while also keeping an eye on the signal traffic:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Perks his ears:: +N'Kedre+ Thanks, Ambassador. Glad you could stop buy, but I am disappointed. I'd heard Romulans were so very welcoming. Not even a welcome gift. Sean Howard -> Do something to a ship that isn't in the operational manual, and you have to re-write the operational manual to keep the ship running. NDak -> N'Kedre> +Excalibur+ Don't au people have a saying about Rihannsu bearing gifts? Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over at Rue with a wide smirk:: Marius Tr'Lorin -> ::still avoiding doing anything related to the cloak:: Cptn Corizon -> +Excalibur+ Likely. I suppose we should get down to buisness, yes? Fae -> :: Decides not to repeat any such sayings with the comm open. :: Sean Howard -> :: appreciates that Marius is seeing to the rest of engineering matters, as the cloak is keeping him from monitoring other systems :: Fae -> :: Slows the descent even further :: Rue Wydown -> ::shakes her head, moving to a side station and watching the exchange of information occur:: NDak -> N'Kedre> +Excalibur+ Ie, as much as I enjoy au ... diplomatic skills, we should na keep this channel open long. Also, I'd rather na tell au the information I have over an open line. Transmit transport coordinates and I will meet au shortly. Sean Howard -> :: mutters over a particularly tricky bit :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to Rue again:: Now that's a leap of faith. Rue Wydown -> And who's going to jump first? Tandaris Admiran -> <<Good night>> Cptn Corizon -> We didn't come this far to start playing it safe. Fae -> :: Waits on instructions to send coordinates :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae/Charlotte:: Transmit transporter coordinates and have security meet myself and the Ambassador in the transporter room. Marius Tr'Lorin -> <<I have to leave as well. Goodnight all!>> Fae -> :: Sends over TR1 coordinates :: Cptn Corizon -> << 20 second warning >> Sean Howard -> :: gets it figured out, inputs that into his Guide for Successfully Circumventing Treaty for 40 Strips of Latinum per Day :: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Fae -> +Security+ Ambassador coming aboard TR1 to meet the captain. Expedite. Maryse Dubois -> ::paused:: Sean Howard -> :: paused :: Fae -> :: Paused :: Cptn Corizon -> I won't keep you all long as we ran over; sorry about the late start. Cptn Corizon -> TBS will be on the boards mid-week after I get a log out. Questions? Cptn Corizon -> If none, have a good week! Excalibur_Dec_12_2010.txt

Here you go - It's both attached and below. Enjoy! Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur has dropped off the Republic half-way to Earth and has peeled off under the guise of returning to the Gamma Quadrant. Cptn Corizon -> Questions? Fae -> I might need to know the real course.... :) STSF_BluRox -> <which answers you rep' folks questions if you're needed, so no> STSF_BluRox -> Action: Republic once again left alone under impulse, on way to Earth Victria -> We're going to Risa! Ayumu Kasuga -> Hey! What kind of AAA service is this? Cptn Corizon -> LOL Cptn Corizon -> Alrighty... Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Fae -> If Risa learns we have been with the Republic, might not be the best time to go to Risa. Sean Howard -> :: enters ME while sipping from a big spill-proof mug of tea :: Fae -> +Republic+ Second star on the right, and straight on till morning. Good sailing! Cptn Corizon -> ::Stepping out on the bridge, Corizon dropped his tea cup in the fresher and headed towards his chair:: Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() +Excalibur+ Well, isn't that just a big how do you do? Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$^&*() +Excal+ God speed, I guess Sean Howard -> :: settles in at his usual spot, does a quick check of the systes to see how everything is doing :: Fae -> +Republic+ Just an old fictional refrence. God speed as well, then. Sean Howard -> systems* Cptn Corizon -> << ::glowers:: I swore I posted a Mission Summary update that had all that in it! Must have forgot to hit post. >> Laarell -> ::looks over to Corizon:: Fae -> :: Though she hasn't heard much good about encounters with gods. :: Ayumu Kasuga -> ::shrugs and continues the journey back to Earth on impulse:: Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() Cptn Corizon -> Bring us about, make course for DS9 Warp7. Mark Garrison -> ::sitting casually at Tactical:: Rue Wydown -> ::entering the bridge after a brief stop over a few decks down:: Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() Still saved us some time, atleast... Fae -> DS9 at warp 7, aye. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::having tired of sitting at a desk, opted to make a few rounds during shift:: Fae -> :: Brings her around and lines her up on course using thrusters :: Fae -> Engaging in five. Fae -> :: Brings her up slowly through the warp levels. No need to stress things at this point. :: STSF_BluRox -> <<and yes, Republic Away Team symbol does also stand for cursing out dogs> lol Cptn Corizon -> +Engineering+ Corizon to Engineering... Fae -> << I'm sure the Yorktown will pick you up for the rest of the tow... eventually >> Sean Howard -> +Corizon+ Engineering here, Captain. What can I do for ya? Rue Wydown -> ::frowning a bit, had heard about the drop off of Republic, knowing that this might not look good for any of their careers...dropping a ship a few blocks shy of the gas station, so to speak:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns, had hoped to get Admiran:: +Howard+ I was calling for your chief to see if a certain present he'd been working on for me is done. Laarell -> ::raises an eyebrow, looking right at Corizon:: Laarell -> ::hasn't heard about this:: Sean Howard -> +Corizon+ I'm afraid I don't know where he's wandered off to, perhaps he's off buying wrapping paper. I know he was tinkering with it when possibe during the tow, but I couldn't tell you if he's finished. Sean Howard -> :: watches Tandy enter :: Well speak of the spotted devil... Captain on the line for you, Commander. Mark Garrison -> ::glances at Laarell's look, but doesn't turn to Corizon, as its much harder to spy at the Captain from Tactical:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Was rather pleased that Tandaris hadn't told anyone yet what he was working on, he didn't like his surprises for everyone being spoiled.:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Fae:: How long until we're out of range of the Republic's sensors? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::appreciative of the solo wandering, needing time to think and clear her head:: Fae -> :: With the ship settled in at Warp 7, starts returning the tractor systems to normal configuations, runs diagnostics, and checks to see if there are any recommended maintanence procedures... :: Victria -> ::Victria stood looking at the makings of her program in the holodeck, circling the holographic representation of the Klingon that had already been loaded into the data banks. She frowned at it, wondering if it really simulated the real thing.:: Fae -> Oh... bout 10 minutes unless they are paying us particularly close attention. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Sean:: Oh really? Sean Howard -> He's asking about his present, wondering if he gets to unwrap it yet. Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods to Fae:: +Howard+ Well is Mister Admiran around then? Tandaris Admiran -> Oh Tandaris Admiran -> ::Sean:: You did hook up that EPS tap, yes? Sean Howard -> +Corizon+ Right here sir, just filling him in on your request. Sean Howard -> I did, yes. That was the last item on the list you gave me. Tandaris Admiran -> Oh good. Rue Wydown -> I think the flying waffle has a bit more to worry about than us. Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ Hello, captain. Laarell -> ::snort:: I'd hate to be on that ship. Mark Garrison -> ::frowns, knowing from experience that when Corizon has Tandaris working on secret projects, bad things were usually abound:: Cptn Corizon -> +Admiran+ Oh, Good. ::Almost grinning:: Are we functional then? Tandaris Admiran -> +Corizon+ Today's forecast calls for not being seen. And there is a good chance that we will not explode on activation. Laarell -> ::shudders:: Fae -> I don't know. The upside of being on a wrecked ship is that they sometimes give you a new one. Rue Wydown -> I'd hate to be us when the Admiral finds out we left before their escort could come and get them. Tandaris Admiran -> ::double-checks some of the math:: Carry the three . . . yes, not explode. Not exploding is the order of the day. Fae -> Well, right now we're faster than the Admiral. Sean Howard -> :: smiles :: That's always a plus. Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() ::is, unfortunately, on that ship. Too busy piloting the ship hope and looking for another tow truck to take us home...:: I wonder if Manticore is available? ::they're a tugboat, so they'd probably be less inclined to hitch and ditch them:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Despite knowing what he was about to do wasn't really a good idea and that he didn't particularly like that he was having to do it this way, or that he was doing it with the help of Semil, there was something rather exciting about throwing it all out on the line now and then like they used to in the old days:: Fae -> And we have a captain who is a right proper expert at handling admirals that are mad at him. Cptn Corizon -> ::Smirks:: Rue Wydown -> What? He shoots them? Cptn Corizon -> I have no idea what you're talking about Mister Waters. Fae -> Or course not, Captain. Cptn Corizon -> Speaking of which... Mark Garrison -> ::really wishing he hadn't picked up the bridge shift right now. He should have stayed in his office, and filed paperwork. No, now he had to be a witness to Corizon's eventual insanity:: Cptn Corizon -> Are we our of range of the Republic, or close enough? Rue Wydown -> Sir. Seriously. I don't think it was wise to leave the Republic without it's escort. StarFleet sort of frowns on that behavior. ::frowning herself:: Sean Howard -> I suppose I'd better spool up the M/ARA a bit more, the Captain's present isn't going to work with only hamsters running on a wheel. :: preps the power for activation :: Fae -> He wouldn't shoot them, Commander. We'll just go somewhere crazy where non sensible admiral would think of following us. STSF_BluRox -> <Ayumu, PM> Fae -> Well, at least she's in friendlier territory than when we found her. STSF_BluRox -> <remember....Right now> Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances over at Wydown:: The Jamestown should be along soon enough. Besides, I have higher orders. ::He lied:: Ayumu Kasuga -> <got it, thanks> Tandaris Admiran -> I've never been fond of the way Starfleet underpowers these vessels. Then again, I suppose the designers never expect you to go and install an illegal cloaking device of alien design. Tandaris Admiran -> But they should! Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Waters speaking fo which... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::frustrated over her time on DS9, on her assignment, and now with the radio silence from Mal:: Fae -> Yes, mister Captain sir? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::wandering the corridors, a contemplative frown across her features, even as she stops and makes her checkpoints:: Cptn Corizon -> Mister Waters, lay in a course change for the Durbian system. Warp 7.5 Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The Durbian system is in the Romulan Neutral Zone. Sean Howard -> Sad but true, I suppose, sir. We'll be capped pretty well at warp 7.5 I think while that's running, if I figured the power right. Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() At least, we're closer to Earth. ::no idea who she is talking to:: +Starfleet/Nearby ships+ This is the USS Republic, requesting transit or assistance back to Earth.. Fae -> Durbian... Durbian... :: Checks to see what where and why is a durbian... and lays it in. :: Rue Wydown -> Whot? ::raising both brows, hearing the name of the system: STSF_BluRox -> <he's best hope she don't find out he's lying, I think she'd neuter him for it. Makes for a bad CO/XO relationshp when you have to nueter your partner> Fae -> I've a call coming in. USS Republic is looking for a tow... Fae -> And I said we'd be out of range in ten minutes.... eight minutes ago. Fae -> But who is couning? Victria -> ::She winced as she raised her arm, feeling her cracked ribs pull painfully. She hissed and clutched her side.:: Cptn Corizon -> +Admiran+ Activate cloak. Tandaris Admiran -> I remember the good old days, when Starfleet didn't even think of using cloaking devices in the Beta Quadrant. . . . Tandaris Admiran -> ::hears Corizon:: Sean, throw the lever! Mark Garrison -> ::looking down at his own display, he spun his chair around to face Corizon:: I assume you planed to brief us at some point? Fae -> Cloak? Sean Howard -> Yesterday was a good day, sir. :: does so :: There she goes. STSF_BluRox -> <somebody just broke a treaty!> Fae -> :: Starts looking for power distribution and sensor anomalies. :: Mark Garrison -> ::glances to Fae, then back to Cori:: That too. Ayumu Kasuga -> < :D > Laarell -> ::turns back to the dog:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: I did have that plan, yes. However due to regulartions I couldn't until we were enroute to Romulan space. Tandaris Admiran -> Cloaking device> ::blurbles happily as its glittery pink rhinestone lever gets flipped to the "on" position:: Laarell -> You have to be joking. Cptn Corizon -> ACTION> The Excalibur cloaks. Laarell -> This was the plan all along? A cloaking device? ::shifts her weight in her chair:: Sean Howard -> :: frowns at the lever :: Was this in the starbase supplies, sir? Tandaris Admiran -> ::shifty eyes:: No . . . Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances at the Orion:: I don't believe I am joking, no. Rue Wydown -> ::folds her arms, also not pleased:: Sean Howard -> Hmm... I don't think I want to know then. Tandaris Admiran -> You sign up for _one_ interior design class. . . . Mark Garrison -> ::Cori:: Yes, I suppose there's less objections after the fact of violating treaty regulations... Fae -> Methinks I can guess where the missing parts went to? Laarell -> Does someone back at command know that you're doing this, or is this just your own choice? Laarell -> ::looks slightly annoyed:: Laarell -> ::and going to kill Tandaris for not mentioning this little enterprise:: Mark Garrison -> ::Frowns as well, almost more over idea of agreeing with Laarell:: Tandaris Admiran -> <<We don't sleep together anymore, dear. That makes pillow talk rather difficult.>> Rue Wydown -> <m>Bloody hell. There goes most of our careers. Cptn Corizon -> ::looks at Teykier:: I don't believe I said this was an open forum. Mister Waters, the Durbian system if you will. Sean Howard -> :: looks over the readings :: Power drain as expected. Not seeing any problems right off the bat at least. Fae -> Engaging Durban at 7.5 Laarell -> I mean, did you get a full-out order to break an interstellar treaty, or did you just... wake up one morning and say, "Oh, I think a cloak would be fun." Laarell -> ::upset:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Was actually protecting all of their careers by having kept them in the dark:: STSF_BluRox -> <might as well start filling out the court martial papers now> Fae -> :: Engages the change, watching the power flows very carefully :: Laarell -> ::crosses her arms, shutting up, and looking fixedly at her console:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Sean:: Good. Keep an eye on it--especially for surges. The last time we had one of those things, it loved to rupture EPS conduits. Mind you, I cobbled that one together from spare pieces of wrecked Gamma Quadrant ships. This one is much nicer. Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances at Teykier:: That's quiet enough Commander, if you wish to leave the bridge you may do so. As I said, we have our orders. Fae -> :: Has heard that cloaks draw lots of power, and wants to be sure engaging it while pushing 7.5 doesn't stress anything. :: Sean Howard -> Aye, sir. Hopefully helm doesn't gun the engines though, otherwise we'll blink like a Christmas tree. Rue Wydown -> Captain, can I speak to you for a moment, in private? Mark Garrison -> ::frowns, turning back to Tactical, pursuing this right now would just be a waste of time:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::blinks:: Tandaris Admiran -> We'll be travelling faster than light . . . Fae -> :: Doesn't think the green one is EVER quiet enough. :: Tandaris Admiran -> No one will _see_ us blinking. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::pauses, moving to a wall console, and tapping in her access codes:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Looks over to Wydown:: Of course. My ready room? Rue Wydown -> Please. ::trying not to scowl:: Fae -> :: Shuts down navigation lights and sets the communications gear to maintain silence, just for laughs :: Sean Howard -> We'll leak the signal of our subspace field though which would be visiible, sir. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::the console registers her check-in, she pulls up a short overview of the current security log:: Tandaris Admiran -> Oh, right. Cloaking problems. Tandaris Admiran -> Keep an eye on that too. Laarell -> ::snorts:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Stands and motions to the RR:: Commander ::Teykier:: You have the conn, keep us on course. Rue Wydown -> ((Where's the big red button when you need it?)) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::satisfied, she logs out of the panel, then moves on, making her way back to main security:: Tandaris Admiran -> Personally, I find cloaking devices a lot more work than they're worth. However, the captain gets what the captain wants. This time. Sean Howard -> I don't suppose we got extra eyes out of the starbase supplies, I could stand to install an extra pair. Laarell -> ::nods to Corizon, moves right to the center chair:: Rue Wydown -> ::heading to the ready room, taking a deep breath:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Heads into the Ready Room:: Tandaris Admiran -> Crewman Kent> ::has no problem performing his duties while simultaneously glaring at Sean with only a single pair of eyes:: Fae -> +Tandaris+ Engineering? Got a minute? Laarell -> ::waits for Corizon to enter the ready room, looks to Fae:: Did we get any encrypted messages/top secret lately? Rue Wydown -> ::waiting for the door to close behind them:: Permission to speak freely, Captain? ::giving him one of those looks that she used to give her patients back in the day:: Mark Garrison -> ::snorts:: So sutble. Victria -> ::Working through the pain, she left the Klingon where he was standing and moved further into the program, beginning her warmup exercises. She withdrew her dual swords and stood perfectly still, closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths.:: Mark Garrison -> subtle* Cptn Corizon -> ::Takes a seat on his desk:: Of course, Rue. Fae -> None that I was cleared to read. Fae -> But we were just at DS9. Who knows? Mark Garrison -> ::Fae:: You would...I hope. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ They go by so fast, but I'm sure one will hold on long enough for you. Sean Howard -> :: sets up a series of alerts to ping him if something goes off kilter :: Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ What do you need, Waters? Rue Wydown -> Are you out of your ever luvin' mind? Romulan space in a cloaked ship? Whot yahoo gave you permission to do this? He needs to be thrown in the loony bin and the key thrown away. Fae -> +Tandaris+ Um... the ship is generating more power than is being used. I can guess where it is going. But... just for power management purposes, could you install a power flow sensor on that stolen tap of yours? Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: I knew you wouldn't be happy about this. Cptn Corizon -> Though in fairness, I've likely done worse things. Sean Howard -> :: chuckles :: Cptn Corizon -> ...possibly more illegal as well. Tandaris Admiran -> +Fae+ Oh, not actually recording the power consumption of the cloaking device would have been very clever. ::Sean:: Make a note of that next time we build one. ::back to Fae:: No, that was just an oversight. We just installed the tap this morning. Fae -> Hmm... OK. I'm going to assume we all don't have a need to know about the captain's mail. Cptn Corizon -> ::Sobers:: I am sorry I didn't tell you before, but I felt the less you knew the better. That way if something went wrong, I can take the fall and you could say you were only following my orders. Rue Wydown -> Ye think? And it doesn't matter whot you've done the past...it's whot you're doing now. Did ye think of those people out there? ::points at the doorway:: Their careers are on the line with this...this...::mumbles something unintellegible:: Sean Howard -> :: chuckles again :: Mark Garrison -> ::walks over to Laarell:: So, how long till the inevitable interstellar incident, you think? Tandaris Admiran -> ::not nearly as clever as people give him credit for being:: Ayumu Kasuga -> !@#$%^&*() ::continues hailing home and scanning for nearby ships with no luck so far as she pilots Rep back to Earth as fast as she can:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Shakes his head:: I did think about that; that's why I didn't brief anyone on this little scheme. Fae -> +Tandaris+ Thought so. Not a biggie. I just find it easier to map power if I know what power is being used. Silly of me. Sean Howard -> Not an oversight, technically. I purposefully didn't include anyone but your or my authorization to access it. Rue Wydown -> Maybe it works that way at Disneyland, but it doesn't in the real world. Cptn Corizon -> You all are just following my orders. Sean Howard -> :: adds Ops to the party now that the cat is out of the bag :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Sean:: Well, I think the secret is no longer so secret. Fae -> +Tandarids+ Thanks. Rue Wydown -> I didn't call ye out on it on that bridge because ye deserve some respect. I would assume that ye would give me some too and tell me what you're up to. Sean Howard -> Aye, just changed the permissions. Tandaris Admiran -> Speaking of which, I suppose I should congratulate you on your first morally-ambiguous, technically illegal operation aboard the Excalibur. Rue Wydown -> This going off the reservation stuff......it's not proper. Cptn Corizon -> ::Frowns:: I was trying to protect you, Rue. Sean Howard -> :: grins :: The first, hopefully not the last, either because it does explode or someone blows us up for having it. Cptn Corizon -> If you want to know, I will bring you in, but understand you're coming in all the way. Cptn Corizon -> There's no fencing riding on this one. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::still rolling things over in her mind, heads into main security, making her way over to the duty desk:: Mark Garrison -> ::frowns, debating informing Victria and Charlotte, but without any real intel, there wasn't much point:: Rue Wydown -> I'm not going to ride a fence, but I'm also trying to figure out how we're going to keep ourselves from going underwater on this one. Mark Garrison -> ::glances around. He just didn't like the bridge:: Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Are you having to short anyone on power alotments up there? I can eek out a wee bit more before the M/ARA and Cdr Admiran will start giving me dirty looks. Cptn Corizon -> ::Rue:: By succeeding. Laarell -> (Sorry, was AFK) Rue Wydown -> Whot's our chances at that, luv? Cptn Corizon -> ::Smiles:: Laarell -> ::Mark:: I frankly am tempted to speak to a few associates back at Earth. Rue Wydown -> You actually have a plan or are we making it up as we go along? Cptn Corizon -> When has that stopped us? Laarell -> This is absolutely uncalled for. He's gambling with our lives, careers, and trust. Cptn Corizon -> I do have a plan and an exit strategy. Cptn Corizon -> Starfleet has not sancationed this mission, officially. In fact only the Commander of ATAG knows we're going. Cptn Corizon -> I had to tell them. ::He wasn't completely stupid:: Fae -> +Howard+ At the moment I'm good, but part of the reason I want power usage numbers is cause I suspect we'll have a power shortfall trying to run at warp, shield, recharge phasers and cloak at the same time. I want to figure out our limits. Fae -> +Howard+ It looks like we are good at 7.5 without weapons or shields, but... Mark Garrison -> ::frowns, crossing his arms:: I just don't know what he plans to achieve by doing this. DervtRahks -> @ Sthea'hwill, move those ie'yyakk h'nah!! Ie, faster au fvai, we need to get this shipment moved to the next secured location. Rue Wydown -> Well, at least I know who the one who should be sectioned is if/when we get home. Cptn Corizon -> Anyway, once we arrive in the Durbain system we'll meet up with an associate of ours. Ambassador N'Kedre. She has some information for us. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Yeah, but. Of course we can't fire while cloaked to begin with, but if we want to charge up and come out shooting we'll definitely have to drop to low warp to manage it. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::moving back to a console, logging in to make her own log entry:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::then logs back out:: DervtRahks -> <that works better> Fae -> +Howard+ Have you worked out some standard configurations? Cptn Corizon -> Our goal is to find out who is running the weapons smuggling operation and bring that information to light, and if possible shut it down. Laarell -> ::Garrison:: You have the conn. ::stands, heads for the lift:: I don't really know if I am comfortable being on the Bridge for this little incident. Ayumu Kasuga -> <I hate it when that happens lol> Victria -> ::The swords began to spin in unison, flashing as she twisted. She winced again and slowed her pace slightly.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::notes to the duty officer that she's heading to the weapons range:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Sighs:: I gues I should tell the rest of the crew what we're doing. Laarell -> ::steps into the lift, seething:: Engineering. Mark Garrison -> ::gives her a silent nod, taking the center seat:: Rue Wydown -> And why not ask the Romulans for help instead of sneaking through their backdoor? Laarell -> ::fumes, waiting for the lift to arrive at its destination:: Rue Wydown -> I think so. If anyone wants to back out, now is the time to do so before we get in over our heads. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ I'm still tinkering with those, as this is an improvisational piece of equipment we couldn't very well plan ahead. Especially when we weren't actually told what we were building. Though I figured it out anyway so I'm a little ahead of the curve. Cptn Corizon -> Officially? Because we don't know if they're involved or not. That's why we're making contact with Ambassador N'Kedre. Laarell -> ::steps out and into main engineering:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sees Laarell:: Uh-oh. Laarell -> ::paces through past the goldshirts, looking for the Trill:: Sean Howard -> :: notes a fuming green woman entering engineering, one with many pips to boot :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Sean:: I'm not here. Fae -> +Howard+ Well, you let me know what you come up with, and I'll return the favor. I don't want to call for more power than you can generate, so I want to know the limits. Tandaris Admiran -> ::uses the cloak as a cloak, by which he means he hides behind it:: Laarell -> ::espies him:: Sean Howard -> You'd better hide fast then sir, she's not on a tour... too late. Cptn Corizon -> Alright then. Laarell -> You. Me. Your office. Now. Don't argue. Just go. Cptn Corizon -> I'll do it now. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ As soon as I know, you'll know. Fae -> +Howard+ Appreciated! Thanks! Out! Cptn Corizon -> ::Straightens his uniform and heads to the bridge, stopping at the door:: You sure you're in? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::heads to the armory, checking out a plasma weapon, holster, and signing out a limited amount of ammo:: Sean Howard -> :: looks over the numbers again, compares that to what he was expecting :: Rue Wydown -> This time, I'll help you. But the next time you keep me in the dark ::she points at him:: That's it. No more. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::holstering the weapon and tucking the container of caps under her arm, heads out into the corridor:: Laarell -> ::waits for Admiran to go into his office, and follows, lets the door shuts, then takes a deep breath:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods:: Deal. And for what it's worth, I am sorry. I should have trusted you. Tandaris Admiran -> ::wonders if this is going to be hawt:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::has a feeling it will not:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Exits onto the bridge:: Sean Howard -> :: keeps an eye over on the door, wants to notice if the Orion comes out covered in Trill blood or not :: Laarell -> What the hell were you thinking, putting together the devil's tools for Corizon? The man probably doesn't even have proper clearance to be doing this, and you just went ahead with it. Mark Garrison -> ::glances over to the RR doors, standing:: Laarell -> I don't care if you've been a ship. I don't care if you're banging some slutty Trill ::like that was relevant:: and I don't want your excuses. Why the hell would you be complicit to something like that? Sean Howard -> :: runs some calculations, muttering in Gaelic at random times :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::moving down the corridor to the holodeck, sees one engaged already:: Fae -> :: glances back, sees that it is the CO and XO returning. :: Rue Wydown -> ::following Corizon, while she's still not happy, she can put a calm mask over her emotions...all that medical training does that to a girl:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::rounds the corner to a smaller, secondary unit and powers up the range simulation:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Walks over to the command perch:: Put me on shipwide... Laarell -> You didn't even tell me. Now it's going to be my career on the line, and yours, and everyone else's because you didn't check to make sure that this was... approved. I think he doesn't even have anyone back home informed, and now he's breaking treaties. DervtRahks -> @ Oira, vaed'rae...we hna hrrau rhi siuren. Quii weapons and cargo stored. Prepare engage AQS and imput heading I am sending au hnah. Fae -> Computer, this is Faenna Waters logging protest at treaty violation and intallation of improper equipment. Fae -> :: puts the Captain on shipwide. :: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::entering the range, nods to the holoprojected range boss, moving to a station and placing the amunition box onto the small shelf before her:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: Huh? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::removes weapon from the holster, checking it for safety when the 1MC goes live:: Mark Garrison -> ::glances a look to Fae, then Corizon:: Laarell -> The cloaking device. You made it for him. Don't lie. I heard him on the comm. Laarell -> I can't believe you would do that. Sean Howard -> :: inputs some of the numbers here, some there, looks it over and contemplates thoughtfully for a moment before running some more numbers :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: Yes, and? Laarell -> You're commiting a massive breach of interstellar treaty in the process! Laarell -> You idiot! Are you insane? You're going to bring us all down in burning flames, and if you'd just checked with your superiors to see if this was a permitted construction project, none of this would have happened. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::places the weapon down, muzzle pointed downrange, the plasma cap resting beside it:: Sean Howard -> :: takes those, plugs them in a few more places, contemplates some more :: Cptn Corizon -> << You do know Corizon is his superior officer, yes? >> Laarell -> If we don't get killed by the Romulans, we're going to be drawn and quartered by Starfleet once they hear what we've done. Cptn Corizon -> +Crew+ This is the Captain. As some of you may already be aware, we are currently proceeding to the Romulan Neutral Zone undercloak in direct violation of a half-dozen intergalactic treaties. I assure you that there are reasons for this and that no less than the security of the Federation is at stake. Also be aware that I take full responsibility for these actions. Those crew who do not wish to participate in this mission may willingly confine themselves to quarters for the duration, and a record of such actions will be kept to protect those who protested these actions. Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: I don't think you get it. Laarell -> Do you seriously think they'd approve Corizon for a mission like this? The man's this shy... this shy... ::pinches her fingers:: ... to being a rogue, and do you really think they would trust delicate diplomacy -- at this level -- to him? DervtRahks -> @ H'nah AQS.....::gives the order to get underway to the next location they plan to covertly stash some of the weaponry Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: Why are you still on this ship, Laarell? Laarell -> ::hears the comm, nearly twitches:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::ignoring the comm:: Laarell -> What's that supposed to mean. Tandaris Admiran -> You clearly don't agree with how Corizon does things. Sean Howard -> :: decides he doesn't like what he sees as he listens to the Captain, but also decides there's nothing wrong with the numbers, they're just not pretty :: Laarell -> So now obeying the diplomatic precepts of the Federation means *I* am the odd one out. Thank you. I needed the wisdom of that advice. Cptn Corizon -> ::Cuts the comm, looks to the bridge crew:: Any of you wishing to leave the bridge may do so now. I won't hold it against any of you. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::places her hands, palms down on the shelf before her, taking in the comms:: DervtRahks -> <<::coughs:: bull::> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::muscle clenching in her jaw:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: This isn't the first time Corizon has done something like this. Laarell -> Never mind. I don't know why I bothered to ask why you did this. You don't have any sense now and you didn't before. Why should I bother even being surprised. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Howard to Waters. Tandaris Admiran -> ::shrugs:: I just really don't care any more. Laarell -> Since when are Trills a dog's best friend? ::crosses arms:: Victria -> ::Victria did not even pause at the comm from Corizon, though she did slow down even further, more for her own health than to listen. She pondered the consequences to invading the neutral zone under cloak.:: Fae -> Captain? I believe it is my duty to make sure the JAG office does get a true copy of the log. Do you disagree? Tandaris Admiran -> None of this matters. Mark Garrison -> ::glances to Corizon:: You know how to put a people between a rock and a hard place, you know that, sir? Fae -> +Howard+ One moment. Rue Wydown -> :;watching out of curiousity to see who does what:: Rue Wydown -> ::mutters something that sounds like "it's his speciality":: Laarell -> Don't get nihilistic with me, Tandaris Admiran. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ All right, but not smarmy hold music. :: amused :: Cptn Corizon -> ::Nods::: Of course Mister Waters. I am well aware of the regulations. Fae -> Very well. Fae -> :: Turns forward :: Fae -> +Howard+ Music held. Go ahead. Cptn Corizon -> ::Glances to Mark:: I try. DervtRahks -> @ The sleek ship moves off away from the moon it had been using for cover and heads towards it's next rendevous for trade. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::taking a few deep breaths, she shakes her head:: Tandaris Admiran -> ::Laarell:: Corizon knows very well what he's doing is wrong. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be here right now. But I don't have that choice. You could leave this ship and go join one with better moral fibre; I don't care. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ If we need to charge weapons we'll have to drop 2.5 warp points. Adding pre-charging shields, they can't be activated until the cloak goes down, adds another 1 warp point. So to do both, at best, is warp 4.5. I'll send you the full list. :: does so : Charlotte Matsumura -> ::picks up her pistol, chambering the cap:: Laarell -> You don't have a choice? Really? Spare me. "Just following orders" is the oldest excuse in the books and people who use it still hang. Cptn Corizon -> ::Mark:: But sometimes we have to break the rules to do what's right. Ayumu Kasuga -> <<Goodnight, Excal! >> Charlotte Matsumura -> ::takes a stance, and fires off three rounds in quick succession:: Laarell -> I don't care. If you're that much of a damned sheep to authority, there's no point reasoning with you. ::turns to leave:: Cptn Corizon -> If we don't shut down this smuggling operation, then someone's going to get hurt. STSF_BluRox -> <I'll send you all some literature on the fome accommodations Starfleet has in New Zealand> STSF_BluRox -> fine> Tandaris Admiran -> ::watches Laarell go:: Fae -> +Howard+ Appreciated. Send the math too, would you? Not that I don't trust you, but I have a feeling this one should be double checked. Laarell -> ::storms back out, and to the lift:: Rue Wydown -> ((Well, if we get caught on the Romulan side of the fence....)) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::slips her protective glasses on over her eyes with one hand, then takes a stance:: Tandaris Admiran -> Well that went better than I expected. . . . Laarell -> ::steps inside, not even directing it:: Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Will do. Keep in mind these may change as I see more of how the cloak operates, but if it does I'll ping you. :: sends the math :: Tandaris Admiran -> ::sighs, and slumps into his chair:: Mark Garrison -> ::nods:: And sometimes we have to follow orders we don't particularly like. I'm with you sir, I just hope this gamble pays off. DervtRahks -> @ Engage cloak.....::ship shimmers from sight:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::fires off three shots in quick succession, the gun emitting a high-pitched whine with each pull of the trigger:: Laarell -> ::seething:: Cptn Corizon -> So do I... Charlotte Matsumura -> ::the phased plasma ripples down the range, tearing into the target:: Cptn Corizon -> Fae, ETA to the edge of the NZ? Charlotte Matsumura -> ::lowering the weapon, Charlotte sees three distinct burn marks in the center of the target, and the human analog has been shifted back significantly by the force:: Fae -> +Fae+ Understood. If you can think of a few test scenarios where we can confirm the numbers match reality, I'd be interested in that too. Fae -> ( Howard ) Charlotte Matsumura -> ::using one hand, flips a switch and the analog target is shifted back into position:: Fae -> I have 4 hours, 37 minutes at 7.5. Mark Garrison -> ::takes his seat back at Tactical, he'd have to wait to find Victria until after his shift:: Charlotte Matsumura -> ::fires off one round, pausing, then another:: Laarell -> Deck three. ::slumps against the wall:: Cptn Corizon -> :Garrison:: Put us on alert; have weapons and shields on stand by. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::repeats four times:: Cptn Corizon -> Where's Teykier? Fae -> Mild tantrum thrown, exit stage rear. Sean Howard -> +Fae+ Considering that now, that is when my eyes aren't crossing from trying to keep an eye on calculations as well as current status. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::prepping for her certification, and channelling her growing frustration into her concentration:: Cptn Corizon -> ::Raises an ear:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM Laarell -> ::pulls out a padd, signing officially off-shift and pulling up the next-ranking officer:: Sean Howard -> :: paused :: Fae -> :: Forward the calculations Howard sent to tactical :: DervtRahks -> @ Pauses when I'm good and ready......Ok..now I'm ready. Fae -> :: paused :: Cptn Corizon -> Heh Laarell -> ::paused:: Cptn Corizon -> See, wasn't that a nice present? Laarell -> I like demotions. Really. They're fun. DervtRahks -> @ We do na agree Fae -> I would have chosen 'naughty' rather than 'nice'. Sean Howard -> We're not in the Gamma Quadrant, yay! I'll take breaking the law and peril in exchange for that. Cptn Corizon -> Yes, but in the GQ we can use our cloak!1 Fae -> On this ship, I think there is a law of conservation of peril. Cptn Corizon -> I have to keep it interesting somehow. STSF_BluRox -> Laarell may be the only one not being courtmartialed. Sean Howard -> We have to live long enough for that, Blue. Mark Garrison -> Does sleeping with the judge still work in the 24th century? Sean Howard -> Blu* Fae -> What? But she left the Republic stranded too! DervtRahks -> I can help take care of that, the not living long enough Sean Howard -> Anyhoo, I've gotta run. Night! Rue Wydown -> But if the gamble works....who knows. Charlotte Matsumura -> Mighty big if. Cptn Corizon -> TBS will be a little over five hours with us just about to arrive in Durbian system. Excalibur_Dec_5_2010.txt

Cptn Corizon -> MISSION BRIEF: Excalibur and what is left of Republic have docked at Deep Space Nine. Excalibur's crew had been given some leave time, while Republic makes repairs to their broken ship. Corizon has spent the large part of the leave MIA. Questions? Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Cptn Corizon -> BEGIN SIM Laarell -> (And here we all thought we were getting a sexy Bajoran) Major Cloud ->::Looking for the Orion:: Rue Wydown ->::on the station, checking her chrono:: Laarell ->::on the Bridge, more than likely:: Jameson Bardolph -> @::having finally caught a decent nap, is heading over to the Republic to see what help he can offer the repair efforts:: Fae ->:: On the bridge with a very high probability :: Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() ::on the Republic bridge (or what's left of it) reviewing the ship's journey thru the wormhole after a quick shower and coffee at DS9:: Maryse Dubois ->::Walking through sickbay, going over to Jax, padd in her hand.:: Good new. Maryse Dubois ->: *news August Jax Robinson ->::In Excal Sickbay, waiting:: Major Cloud ->::Looking for her in where the thought the most likely place to find an Orion at DS9, Quarks:: August Jax Robinson -> Triplets? ::Smirks:: Laarell ->::oh, is on leave, wasn't paying attention to the mission briefing...:: Laarell ->::at Quark's, drinking something that was neon red:: LtCmdrRobinson -> I thought we were having twins? Are they cloning themselves in there? Jameson Bardolph ->: @::airlocks over from DS9, trying to figure out who's where and who's organizing:: Rue Wydown -> Blasted Trill. Where the frell is she? Tandaris Admiran ->::in engineering, managing the minor repairs Excalibur needs from their recent ordeal:: August Jax Robinson -> with our luck they are Cptn Corizon ->::Enters engineering, hunting a Trill as well: Ayumu Kasuga ->: !@#$%^&*() ::wasn’t sure who was organizing either, but figures the bridge is a good place to start"" Tandaris Admiran -> <<It's not Trill season. It's rabbit season.>> Charlotte Matsumura ->::seated at the bar in Quark's, ostensibly watching the latest scores scroll across the bottom of the news broadcast:: Maryse Dubois ->::Smiles.:: You and the baby are doing just fine. Perfectly healthy. Just make sure no stress, etc. Keep it easy on both of you. Capt Rian Kwai -> +Republic+ Kwai to Security. Laarell ->::is not "Hunting a Trill":: Maryse Dubois -> And you are also free to go. Laarell ->::is having a drink:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::sips something in a coffee cup that may or may not be coffee:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::walking up to Wydown, not amused:: August Jax Robinson ->::Sits up:: good, I need to see my ship Major Cloud ->::Enters Quarks:: Rue Wydown -> About time, luv, I was going to send out the cavalry. ::pats her on the back:: Tandaris Admiran ->::doesn't notice Corizon at first, absorbed in comparing the information on a PADD to a readout on the console:: August Jax Robinson -> Will... help me down Jameson Bardolph -> @::making a similar decision a few decks away from Kasuga; heads into one of the turbolifts:: LtCmdrRobinson ->: +Kwai+ What's left of it, Captain. Fiona Weber ->::resting, like a good little Weber:: Cptn Corizon -> Mister Admiran LtCmdrRobinson ->::helps the Wife® down:: Major Cloud ->::Doesn't see the Orion yet, but does see Charlotte:: Tandaris Admiran ->::turns around, seeing Corizon:: Ah. Hello, Captain. Major Cloud ->: ::Makes his way over:: Lieutenant Matsumura. Mark Garrison ->::walking along the top level of the promenade, Mark couldn't help but feel that DS9 didn't live up to the reputation that everyone built it up too be. Maybe he was just melancholy:: You know, I haven't been back in the Alpha Quadrant since I first came Charlotte Matsumura ->::ears pick out the faint strains of music amidst the rest of the ambient noise, looks up as the Major approaches:: Major. ::nods:: August Jax Robinson ->::Gets down, heads for the door:: Come on Capt Rian Kwai -> +Robinson+ ::holds up a finger to Wydown:: I want a security detail set up for freighter bay 2 and 3. The station has given us permission to store personal gear and the stuff we salvage from the ship there. Mark Garrison ->: on board Excalibur. ::he said non-challantly to the Al-Ucard beside him:: Cptn Corizon -> How's my present coming? Capt Rian Kwai -> +Robinson+ By the way, have you seen Jax? I need to track her down too. Heather Jamieson ->:: walking along the promenade :: Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() ::looking through the damage sustained to the ship in transit through the wormhole, seeing that Jamieson and Apollo lost their quarters and were now homeless:: Well, at least my quarters are still in one piece... mostly Major Cloud -> Buy you a drink? August Jax Robinson -> ::yells into Will's chest:: I am with him! LtCmdrRobinson -> +Kwai+ I'll get on that right away. She's right here. Jameson Bardolph -> @::takes the lift up to the republic's bridge and looks around to see who, if anyone, is there:: Rue Wydown ->::folding her arms, grinning from ear to ear, watching:: Laarell ->::gets another drink for herself with a sigh:: Maryse Dubois ->::Watches the couple leave before she goes to the private ward she had set up for Dr. Weber. She quietly walks in.:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::holds up her coffee cup with a slight smile:: Laarell ->::If an Orion had to get a drink for herself, especially when she was actually in civies, something was wrong with the world.:: Capt Rian Kwai -> +Jax+ ::transferring her comm from one Robinson to the other:: Jax, they let you out of sickbay? Charlotte Matsumura -> I'm letting it ride for now. Tandaris Admiran ->::sets the padd down:: It's about as finished as I can get it until we get those last few parts from your . . . supplier. August Jax Robinson -> +Kwai+ just let me out, I am free to go... and who gave me up to the Med staff!? Charlotte Matsumura -> But I'd be happy to buy you one. Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() ::Looks at her PADD Again for the orders Kwai gave her and begins to do them, tapping away at her console:: Cptn Corizon ->::hands him a PADD:: Ask and you shall receive. Major Cloud -> ACTION> The dabo will was hot hot hot. Major Cloud ->::Smiles:: Very well. ::Orders a Vodka Tonic:: Tandaris Admiran ->::takes the PADD:: What's this then? Victria ->::She leaned on the railing, eyes darting over the crowd that moved about and below them.:: It feels unnatural here... like the water flows in the wrong direction. Capt Rian Kwai -> +Jax+ Blame the Admiral on that. Can you coordinate the salvage of Republic's critical systems? LtCmdrRobinson ->::steps back from the Wife® for a moment:: +Bardolph+ Have you been assigned to anything yet? Jameson Bardolph -> @::locating movement up by the front of the bridge, approaches Kasuga from behind and opens his mouth to speak and then jumps as Robinson's voice interrupts him before he can start:: August Jax Robinson -> +Kwai+ I was just heading to the ship now, I am going to get teams together and have them get to work.. any area's you want us to focus on? Heather Jamieson -> walks among the crowd, but wanted to get out from the river of people, goes off to the side :: Cptn Corizon -> Finishing touches. Jameson Bardolph -> @+Robinson+ Ah, no, sir; just got over to the ship. Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles:: Now have that ready by tomorrow. Charlotte Matsumura -> And how has DS9 been treating you, Major? Finding enough trouble to get into? ::grin over the top of her coffee cup:: Cptn Corizon -> Pats him on the head, smiling:: Ayumu Kasuga -> slightly startled by Will's comm, but sees Bardolph standing behind her:: Maryse Dubois ->::Looks over the Charts for Fiona, quietly, so as not to disturb her yet.:: Mark Garrison -> ::he nodded, leaning his back against the railing next to her, himself looking out of the large window to the starfields outside:: Now that I think of it...I've never asked if you've been on this side of the wormhole before. Cptn Corizon -> I'll make sure you get something nice; and by that I mean that the Trill Symbiosis Commission doesn't know you're back in the quadrant. Jameson Bardolph ->::quirks a lopsided grin and mock-salute at Kasuga as she turns around and mouths "Good morning" at her:: Heather Jamieson ->:: wanted to get something to eat, or drink, or both, before any salvage operation began :: Capt Rian Kwai -> +Jax+ Engineering, of course. Bridge control and Science. I'll check with Weber in a bit to see how she wants to handle medical. Cptn Corizon -> They kind of have arranged for standing orders for you to be brought back with your uh... girl friend. Ayumu Kasuga -> Morning. Cptn Corizon ->::Scratches behind one of his own ears:: You are still with her, right? Capt Rian Kwai -> ((Blu apologizes, she's still having computer issues.)) Major Cloud ->::Notices the Orion:: Fiona Weber ->::looks over to her visitor:: Jameson Bardolph ->::waiting to hear if Will has an assignment for him:: Rue Wydown -> Can we go now? You can walk and talk at the same time, yes? August Jax Robinson -> +Kwai+ understood, when you have a moment.. I need to talk to you face to face. I will be on the Bridge LtCmdrRobinson -> +Bardolph+ Outstanding, we need security details on the station's freighter bays. We've had two assigned to us for storage purposes, and the Captain would like for a security detail on each bay. Take whomever you can find from our department. Tandaris Admiran ->::sighs:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::...or could be ignored for the Orion with the rep:: Heather Jamieson ->:: taps :: "Ltjg Jamieson to Joy." Joy -> +Heather+ Joy here. August Jax Robinson ->::Looks at Will:: I could go for Onion rings Victria -> Of course. Earth. I was imprisoned there for some months while they searched for some sort of leverage to keep me from killing them all. ::She glanced sidelong at Mark.:: Laarell -> (Sorry!) Maryse Dubois ->::Looks up from the charts, smiling.:: Hello. How are you feeling today? ::Takes a seat next to the bed.:: We haven't been formally introduced, since I first met you in a more...relaxed state. I'm Dr. Dubois, CMO here. Jameson Bardolph -> +Robinson+ Security details on DS9 freighter bays, acknowledged. Tandaris Admiran ->::Corizon:: I wasn't aware we were at that point quite yet. Fiona Weber ->::smiles thinly:: I feel fine. ::nods:: Lieutenant Commander Weber. Assuming "Republic" still exists, I am the chief medical officer there. Jameson Bardolph ->: <m> Should make for a fun afternoon seeing's how it's more'r'less the top trading outpost this side of a lot of empty space. Heather Jamieson ->: +Joy+ "There sure are a lot of people here. Have you heard when salvage operations are to begin?" Capt Rian Kwai -> +Jax+ Aye, I'll be there as soon as I can. ::actually relieved about seeing Jax:: Ayumu Kasuga -> Security detail. Fun. If you're coming back, can you grab me some Onion rings at Quark's? LtCmdrRobinson -> Onion rings or fix the ship? Charlotte Matsumura ->::finishes her coffee, drops a credit chip on the bar:: Cptn Corizon ->::Lifts a brow:: August Jax Robinson -> I can do both ::Scowls:: Maryse Dubois ->::Nods.:: It does, but it's seen better days. If no one has informed you yet, we're currently docked at DS9. Joy -> +Heather+ Sort of started already. I'm doing a survey of portable stuff that can be taken out of the labs. Cptn Corizon -> You've been living together. She gave up her career for you. Rue Wydown ->::folds her arms:: You bugging out on me? August Jax Robinson ->::Hurries down the hall:: keep up! Fiona Weber -> Ah. I imagine this is near the end of the tow for us. Cptn Corizon -> How in like ten lifetimes can you not know anything about women? Mark Garrison -> Instinct told me not to ask. Still rusty I see. ::he gave her a casual smirk:: Still...It's an odd feeling being back here. First couple of years, I managed to make excuses not to come back, but now that I'm here... Tandaris Admiran -> waves hand:: No, not _that_. Joy -> +Heather+ I certainly hope the big holo projector in Cartography can be pulled as well. Charlotte Matsumura ->: ::nods to the Marine, then makes her way out of Quark's to go find...something... else to do:: Ayumu Kasuga -> I wanted to go there before my shift, but I slept in :D Mark Garrison ->::he furrowed his brow:: Lets just say that last three years have made the first thirty seem rather dull. Maryse Dubois -> I assume so, but I have not heard details yet. Cptn Corizon -> Oh. Tandaris Admiran -> I wasn't surprised by the threats from Varen, but I expected better from you. Cptn Corizon -> Well then what? Capt Rian Kwai -> I'll catch up to you later. :;she smiled stiffly, then heads to her ship, what's left of it:: Jameson Bardolph ->::cocks his head at Kasuga and his grin widens:: Aye, I reckon I'd be able to make some time. Though you have the advantage of me...I may not be able to find ye later to give 'em to ye. ::wink:: Major Cloud ->::Makes his way over to the Orion:: Rue Wydown ->::mutters to herself, heading towards Quarks:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::mutters about if she wanted to be ignored, she could have stayed on Camelot for that...:: Laarell ->::glances at the incoming male, then notices who it actually is:: LtCmdrRobinson ->::following the hungry wife:: Ayumu Kasuga -> Heh, well I don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon given Kwai's assignments she gave me Heather Jamieson -> +Joy+ "That would be great. At least the data we collected is safe as well. I heard the wormhole travel also damaged some living quarters. Have you heard if mine was one of those?" Major Cloud -> << Will, this is PG-13! >> August Jax Robinson ->::Steps onto the Station, stops to get food:: Cptn Corizon ->::Snorts:: I didn't threaten you. Charlotte Matsumura ->::weaving her way through the crowds, looking none-too-pleased:: Cptn Corizon -> I just asked you to have it done by tommro... wait what? Joy -> +Heather+ I hadn't checked that out. I hope you had everything personal out? Laarell -> Why, Major. It's nice to see you back on your feet again. Cptn Corizon -> He threatened you? Capt Rian Kwai -> @::picks her way through the debris field as she heads up to the bridge of the Republic, trying to keep herself centered:: Fiona Weber ->::nods:: Please let me know if you do. Major Cloud -> I think I owe you a drink. Fiona Weber -> I'm not exactly getting all of the news reels here. Victria ->: Do you have family to come back to? Old girlfriends to visit? ::Glancing back to the crowd, she spotted Charlotte below and watched her for a moment.:: Capt Rian Kwai -> @+Excalibur Medical+ Captain Kwai to Medical. Maryse Dubois -> I will. Do you need anything for the time being? August Jax Robinson -> gets extra ketchup and heads to the ship:: Jameson Bardolph ->::smiles at this neat evasion and nods easily:: Well, I'll make it a point to bring a bit of DS9 back with me, then. G'day to you, ma'am. ::another mock salute, turns to head towards the door:: Ayumu Kasuga -> Thanks! Good day Maryse Dubois ->::Hears the comm.:: +Kwai+ Yes Captain? Laarell ->: ::looks at her current one, her third already, and smirks:: Oh, do you now? Rue Wydown ->::knocks into Charlotte's shoulder, probably on purpose:: Where's the fire, Matsumura? Ayumu Kasuga -> Good morning Captain ::European Salute:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::takes a deep breath, shaking her head:: August Jax Robinson ->: ::Pushes a few people on the station out of her way:: Capt Rian Kwai ->: @+Dubois+ I need to know what the status is of one my crew members. Rue Wydown -> Whot? Charlotte Matsumura -> Let's just say... I've had better vacations in combat zones. Rue Wydown ->: ::barks out a laugh:: No a people person? Heather Jamieson -> +Joy+ "No. I have few personal items in reality. I do have my PADD, but nothing else." Maryse Dubois ->: +Kwai+ It wouldn't happen to be Dr. Weber, would it? August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Steps onto the ship:: +BobO+ I am going to the Bridge.. be there Mark Garrison ->::his back turned, he didn't notice the fellow security officer:: Mother's dead, Father's probably to the point where he wouldn't recognize me. Sister and I don't speak anymore, and my brother...well, we're still on good terms but we're both career... Capt Rian Kwai -> @Jax, what's up? ::looking at the wiring dangling from the ceiling:: We've got structural integrity to be here, right? Jameson Bardolph ->: @::slides past Kwai with a smile-nod to her as he walks into the TL:: Joy ->: +Heather+ And I thought I was unconnected with the physical world. Mark Garrison ->...officers. We don't have that need to keep in constant contact. Major Cloud ->: ::Smiles and motions for the bartender to get them both another:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Apparently, if you're not a blood sucking parasite or greener than an English pea, you might as well be a bloody wallflower. Joy ->:: checks damage control :: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Would I send us some place to be killed ::Smiles:: BobO told me earlier that we are good. Laarell -> How are you feeling? Mark Garrison -> Though...he was jealous about the lake monster. ::smirks:: Joy -> +Heather+ It does seem that your quarters were among those that blew out. Cptn Corizon ->::Glances at Tandaris:: Capt Rian Kwai -> @+Dubois+ ::nods to Bardolph, slight smile;: Aye Doctor, that'd be the same one. What is her status? Cptn Corizon -> I mean, they do have standing orders to take you back. But you're far too useful to me to let thaty happen. Tandaris Admiran ->::Corizon:: He intimated that if I stayed on Excalibur, I would remain out of the hands of the Symbiosis Commission. It was either that or . . . leave. Maryse Dubois -> +Kwai+ I am with her now, and she is awake if you would like to speak with her. Rue Wydown -> C'mon luv, :;steering her back through the crowd:: Let's see if we can find ye something that better suit your interests, hmmm? LtCmdrRobinson -> @ What exactly are we trying to salvage out of her? She looks fairly trashed. Cptn Corizon ->::Snorts:: Varen? Like he had that kind of authority. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Thwapps Will:: bite your tongue Heather Jamieson -> +Joy+ "What?! Oh. Well... I can't do anything about that tough being thankful I was not there when it happened." Jameson Bardolph -> @::into TL:: Main docking airlock. +ALL SEC+ Alpha and Beta teams meet on DS9 freighter decks in five. On the bounce, boys and girls, we're still on duty. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ She still has life to offer us Capt Rian Kwai ->: @+Dubois+ Awake is great, but when are you gonna release her into the wild again? Cptn Corizon -> At any rate, from what I've been able to gather, you're fine as long as you don't go making a public speech on the promenade or something. Major Cloud -> Better. Tandaris Admiran ->::Corizon, somewhat irate:: Then don't make it sound like I remain on your good graces! Capt Rian Kwai -> @Well, good. What is it you need from me? Cptn Corizon -> Gives him a look:: You're touchy. Tandaris Admiran -> Wouldn't you be?! Joy -> +Heather+ The admiral did get through cleanly on the yacht, though. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Oh... Umm... Victria -> What do you think of our executive officer? ::She asked out of the blue, watching Rue and Charlotte lose themselves in the crowd.:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::steered by Rue, not amused... and frustrated by her own shortcomings -- personal and professional:: Laarell ->::smiles, taking her drink from the bartender and sipping it:: I'm glad to hear that. I've been worried about you. Tandaris Admiran -> Have you any idea how far away from normal--even for a Trill--these years have taken me? Maryse Dubois -> +Kwai+ She can be released, when she feels she is ready. Tandaris Admiran -> I do this thing for you because what you ask is crazy, and at this point, crazy is _all_ I have left. Cptn Corizon ->: If I had plugged myself into a Scorpiad Warship then borked the chick they sent to check my worm out and then refused to go home. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Since you are the second here and all.. I thought you should know that I am will be adding 2 more to the ship not one Mark Garrison -> ((Line of the night Cori)) Maryse Dubois -> <<lol I know>> Ayumu Kasuga -> <Lol> Rue Wydown -> Whot you interested in luv. Shopping? Eating? Drinking? Holodecking? Freefalling? Beating the living daylights out of something? ::can feel the tension the woman's neck:: Laarell -> (And dumped the Orion no less) Heather Jamieson -> +Joy+ "That's good to hear." :: she leaned against a wall off from the crowd." Laarell -> (That takes the case for idiocy, not being symbiotic with a warship) Cptn Corizon -> I don't know if I'd be testy or just confused. Charlotte Matsumura -> Eating, drinking, and possibly beating something or someone to a bloody pulp sounds good. Capt Rian Kwai -> @Two more to the ship? ::confused, then the "ooooooooooooh moment":: Ooooooooooooh. Congrats. Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles, fangily:: When you get done, stop by my quarters and have a drink. I think you could use it. Ayumu Kasuga -> Ooooooo Fiona Weber ->::raises an eyebrow:: I've been asking to leave since I was on Republic. Mark Garrison -> She's...personable enough. I suppose I had more structure and rigidity on the Mercutio. Corizon runs things too fast and loose for my tastes sometimes. Joy -> +Heather+ Then, after running around outer Gamma forever, salvage has priority over shore leave. Major Cloud ->::Looks at the dabo wheel:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_Thanks.. lets hope we have a ship by then Joy -> +Heather+ You might not want to be too visible until you report back. Ayumu Kasuga ->::salvaging/downloading what she can from her console on the bridge;: Jameson Bardolph ->::steps off the lift and jogs off the ship onto the DS9 docking ring:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Looks at Will:: was the Armory on here? Rue Wydown -> In that order then? ::stops pushing her but does lead the way back to Quarks to get a bit to eat:: Heather Jamieson -> surprised by her, she'd think of what to call it :: +Joy+ "I should slip somewhere for a bit to eat." Tandaris Admiran ->::calms down a bit:: Fine. Thank you. ::taps the PADD against his thigh:: I will get on this. LtCmdrRobinson -> @ Stardrive section. ::frowns:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Sure. Though if there's pulverizing, it's best to drink water. Sake will have to wait. Maryse Dubois ->::Looks to Fiona.:: I can't hold you here. There's nothing physically wrong with you...well except you know. I just wanted to make sure you had plenty of rest before you could be released. LtCmdrRobinson ->: @ And my personal armory was in our quarters...which is also gone. Joy -> +Heather+ How very human of you. Go ahead. I'm just doing inventory at this point, anyway. Jameson Bardolph ->::heads down past the promenade area heading for the freighter bays; pauses to glance out at the economic maelstrom and grin, feeling very much at home:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Well... that is the down side to having a good view Rue Wydown -> Speaking of which. You wouldn't mind helping me with a bit of a brush up at some point, hmm? LtCmdrRobinson -> @ That’s right. I have zero photon grenades....none. Its never happened before. Victria ->::She barked a laugh.:: You could always request a transfer if his style does not suit you. I have many times, though the powers that be seem to want me caged on his ship. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Feel naked? Capt Rian Kwai -> @Hopefully we will. :;responding to the ship part:: I gotta go check on some people. Charlotte Matsumura ->::shakes her head:: Not at all. I'd offer to instruct you and Victria at the same time, but that might end badly. Fiona Weber ->::stares at Maryse:: You're saying you kept me here when I was physically able to leave? Rue Wydown -> Um, yes, quite. Laarell ->::looks over to dabo:: Laarell ->::smirks:: I've never actually played. Major Cloud -> You've never played Dabo? August Jax Robinson ->::moves over to a console, pulls it open:: Jameson Bardolph ->::leans on the railing for a bit, glancing around for any familiar faces, then resumes his general downward course:: Maryse Dubois -> Where were you going to go? And besides at the time you arrived, you had been heavily sedated. Charlotte Matsumura -> ::slides into a booth toward the back of the room, back to the wall, facing the entrance:: Rue Wydown ->: I'm a novice. I'm quite good with a club. Not so much for anything else. Charlotte Matsumura -> You strike me as a scrapper -- more than capable when the need arises, and willing to make use of anything at your disposal. Cptn Corizon ->::Looks his chrono:: Well good luck. I have a meeting to be at. Heather Jamieson -> +Joy+ "Thanks, and see how I am to get a new set of clothes if you please. Heather out." Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles and heads off towards the airlock:: Capt Rian Kwai ->: @::heading back off the bridge, needed a break:: <q>Joined gods ::she held her stomach:: Heather Jamieson ->:: She slips into a loud placed called "Quark's" :: Mark Garrison -> If I were gone, who'd keep an eye on you? ::he gave her a playful nudge:: No...Excalibur is a front line ship. No...chasing petty criminals and dealing with ornery freighter captains. That sense of importance is more important then structure and rigidity Mark Garrison ->...most days. Joy ->:: smiles, deciding not to begrudge Heather her clothes. :: Tandaris Admiran ->::is glad engineering is so quiet, save a glaring Crewman Kent in the corner:: August Jax Robinson ->: ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Talking with BobO:: Fiona Weber -> Anywhere that is not a biobed. I've been in one for weeks. Rue Wydown -> Thank ye luv, but I'm also a liability if I don't get some training. They don't teach you much in that line in medical. Jameson Bardolph ->::reaching the freighter bays, takes stock of which SEC officers have reached there before him and which are lollygagging:: Fiona Weber ->::pushes back the covers, barely able to contain how annoyed she was, and thinking she might actually have a drink at this point:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Starts looking over the list of compromised areas:: Charlotte Matsumura ->: ::chuckles, still clearly not herself, but chilling a bit:: Hippocratic oath and all that? Fiona Weber ->: ::carefully puts weight on one leg, and then the other:: Tandaris Admiran -> sits down and starts looking over the schematics Corizon gave him:: Heather Jamieson ->:: moves up to the bar, taking a seat at the far left end :: Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*()::looks at the progress bar finally reach 100%:: There. That should just about do it LtCmdrRobinson ->::goes to a terminal to monitor inventory transfers:: Capt Rian Kwai -> @+Republic+ Just a reminder, please remove all personal gear and designated salvage to the two appointed freighter bays on the station. Station operations crew will assist in cataloging and storing the gear appropriately. Maryse Dubois -> I'm sorry to hear that. If I had known, I may have been able to procure more comfortable settings. ::Watches Fiona get up. She inches a little closer to make sure she is able to catch her if need be.:: Rue Wydown -> The Hippocratic oath says nothing about defending ones self. But it's interpreted that way by some. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Looks at Will:: I can't, but do you want to go EV and see what you can save from out Quarters? Charlotte Matsumura ->...thus the lack of self-defense training? Victria -> Yes, not to mention all of the killing we do. ::She dug her fingers into the railing.:: Speaking of which, I hear they have holosuites here. ::She grinned, thinking of their last holo-encounter and how badly it ended.:: I was thinking about following one Cptn Corizon -> << Poor Blu. She sends her best Republicans, but is still having network issues. Says to tell you all hi. >> Victria ->: of those Klingons about. Jameson Bardolph -> Alright, kids; form up. One team per bay -- any sign of miscreants or general weirdness, you holler like it means something to you. Tandaris Admiran -> When did I stop caring about what's legal or not? Jameson Bardolph -> ((HI BLU)) Victria -> In hopes of sparring with one. Major Cloud -> How have you never played Dabo? Rue Wydown ->::drops the @ as soon as she's on the station again:: Ayumu Kasuga ->::hears the comm, and heads down to her quarters:: That’s right. I need to clear out my stuff. Laarell -> Excalibur: ::smiles, taking another drink:: I never gamble, Major. Major Cloud -> Only with boys hearts? Capt Rian Kwai -> ((Yep, there we go again ::thwaps::)) LtCmdrRobinson -> @ Do you think there would be anything left? I mean...space...vacuum... Fiona Weber -> steadies herself, looking around like one of hers might be there:: I don't suppose I have a uniform here. Laarell -> Excuse me? August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ There is no wind... maybe the Force fields kept some stuff there? Mark Garrison -> Now thats a fight I could put money on. Just go easy on them...Klingons have a hard time knowing when to call it quits. Heather Jamieson ->:: a Ferengi walks up :: "What'll ya have?" August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ it's up to you Maryse Dubois ->::Looks over at a small case in the corner. She walks over and opens it, pulling out a uniform, handing it to Fiona.:: Here you are. Laarell ->::slight smirk, looks back to her drink:: I have no idea what you're talking about. Heather Jamieson -> "Oh, well, I, hmmm.. Anything Scottish?" Capt Rian Kwai -> I should check on security down at the freight storage. And Weber. ::leans against the lift, closing her eyes:: Jameson Bardolph -> Sec Teams> ::hop to, setting themselves up on appropriate positions ranged around the freighter bays, glad to have something to do, for the most part:: Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() I've never checked on my quarters since I had to leave the ship in such a hurry. I hope everything' still in one piece, even though I don'y have much in there Charlotte Matsumura ->::glancing around, her attention divided between the menu and the activity around her:: LtCmdrRobinson -> @ I'll go take a look. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Pulls chips and Data rods out:: Major Cloud -> Breakin' hearts. Jameson Bardolph ->::takes up a position himself near the door of the first bay where he can see as much as possible:: Jameson Bardolph -> +Will+ Bardolph to Robinson. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ Look for baby pictures! ::Calls over:: Laarell -> I do no such thing. Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() ::takes the lift down to her quarters a few decks down:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::exhaling as the lift doors open and she steps out to try to locate the newly appointed storage area:: Heather Jamieson -> Quark: "I have just the thing, brought on board by a Tellarite just last week." Victria -> So I hear. It would be nice to have a challenge. I am looking forward to sessions with Charlotte and her style of fighting. I have never studied another species' way of fighting. Laarell ->::smiles, looking at the dabo wheel, and quite happy to have a handy distraction:: Shall we? Rue Wydown -> Sorry there lass, getting a bit loud in here, aye? Cptn Corizon -> Enters Quarks, looking for Wydown and Kwai:: Charlotte Matsumura -> A tad. Somewhat expected, given the clientele and... services... offered. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Wishes she had an engineering room:: LtCmdrRobinson -> @ +Bardolph+ Go ahead Fiona Weber ->::nods, taking it:: Thank you. Capt Rian Kwai ->: Aaaaaah :::aggravated as she finds she's actually on the promenade:: I'm getting too tired for this. LtCmdrRobinson ->: @ ::heads down to grab an EVA suit and see what he can find:: Jameson Bardolph -> +Robinson+ Teams are in position in DS9 freighter bays. We'll advise if anything of interest crops up. Ayumu Kasuga ->: !@#$%^&*() ::surveying the mess that is now her quarters. Sees that a fallen ceiling beam had punched a hole in her bed:: Aww. Those were my favorite blankets. Rue Wydown -> Well, it is amusing. ::grins as she hears DABO! yelled out again:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Certainly an interesting place to people watch. Heather Jamieson ->: :: Quark gets Heather a tall frothy brew, something familiar :: Laarell ->::notes Corizon's arrival, finishing her drink:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Pick up on the latest news and innuendo:: Capt Rian Kwai ->: ::smoothes back her hair, knowing that Blu should be coming out of sickbay at any moment:: Heather Jamieson -> "I have not had this in ages. Thanks." Cptn Corizon ->: ::Doesn't even see the Orion or the Major:: August Jax Robinson ->: ~!@#$%^&*()_ BobO> ::Starts downloading the Mapping work they were doing:: Ayumu Kasuga ->: !@#$%^&*() ::replicates a box and starts placing her things inside, such as her Academy Graduation Diploma and Helm Certification Certificate:: Major Cloud -> Well let's give the dabo wheel a shot then. Charlotte Matsumura ->...and see what people are like with their guard down. ::pause:: Mostly. Rue Wydown -> If you're a gossip monger, this is the place to be. Mark Garrison -> Don't under estimate her because of her youthfulness. I found her quite refreshing, compared to everyone else fresh out of the academy we've gotten. Major Cloud ->::Notices Wydown and Kwai:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::enters Quarks, and almost walks right back out:: Charlotte Matsumura -> One thing I've learned about gossip... There's usually an element of truth somewhere, buried in all the flotsam. Cptn Corizon -> Captain Kwai! Jameson Bardolph ->::settles in on top of a crate and begins his watch:: Rue Wydown -> Funny, that's my theory too. :;grins:: Laarell -> Sounds like fun. Charlotte Matsumura ->::flags down the attendant and orders a bowl of soup that sounds relatively harmless and a cup of tea:: Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles:: Come, let's grab Rue and have a drink. Laarell ->::pushes the payment for her own drinks over the counter and heads towards the table:: Cptn Corizon ->::Was almost excited:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::oops, spotted, smiles:: Thank you Captain. ::nods again:: Heather Jamieson ->:: takes sips of her drink and also is served a sandwich, origin unknown :: Victria -> She said that she has been training since she was young. I imagine not many academy graduates reach that level of in depth study. ::Having watched Corizon walk by, she took a glance at the establishment they'd all entered.:: August Jax Robinson ->::Sits down in the center seat.. Victria -> What is Quark's? August Jax Robinson ->::Closes her eyes for a sec:: LtCmdrRobinson -> +Bardolph+ Understood, keep me informed. Capt Rian Kwai -> ((She made it!)) Charlotte Matsumura -> <<There's a reason we dropped it like a hot potato when there were alternatives... >> Charlotte Matsumura -> << And welcome! >> Major Cloud ->: ::Smiles:: Major Cloud -> ACTION DABO! Jameson Bardolph -> ((welcome, admiral)) Rue Wydown ->::places an order for an ale and onion rings:: Jameson Bardolph -> +Robinson+ Will do, sir. Bardolph out. Laarell -> So how exactly does this work? Rue Wydown ->:glances behind her, then back to Charlotte:: You gamble any? Jameson Bardolph -> ((my family has comcast too; i feel your pain)) Major Cloud -> You know I never have figured out. Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() ::continuing packing her meager possessions:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::arches brow at Rue's selection:: ::then shakes her head:: Cptn Corizon ->: Admiral Blurox let me know that she'd come buy soon. Charlotte Matsumura -> Senseless, really, when life itself seems like such a gamble. Laarell -> And you were planning on teaching me? Major Cloud -> Not really. STSF_BluRox -> Finishes talking with SF Headquarters, and is raving mad at the moment:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Takes a deep breath:: STSF_BluRox -> <buy!? is that a hint?> Mark Garrison ->: Depends who you ask. Food drink and game, Quark's has it all. Personally, from the couple times I've been, I like it better then The Grail, but don't tell Travis. Ayumu Kasuga ->!@#$%^&*() Well, I guess that's it. I'd better take this down Capt Rian Kwai ->::nods:: Thank you again, for the tow. I'm not sure what we would have done if you all hadn't been in the area. Ayumu Kasuga -> to the frigate collection place Jameson Bardolph ->::leans his head back against the wall, listening to the bustle of the cargo areas and feeling quite content:: Rue Wydown -> So what is it you do for fun then? Laarell ->::shrugs:: They spin the wheel... Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles:: Cptn Corizon -> I've been in that situation a couple times. Laarell -> Then the house makes a killing? Victria -> It seems to be the main gathering point of this station. Cptn Corizon ->::Orders them a round of drinks:: Major Cloud -> The house always wins. STSF_BluRox ->::contacts yeoman to beam her travel bag to her aboard DS9:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Probably not as much as I should. Practice kata. Workout. Dance. I'm trying to enjoy reading again, but after my last term at the Academy, it seems a losing proposition. Cptn Corizon ->::Kwai:: Of course we may get some more time together. Ayumu Kasuga -> @::notices a passing crewman:: Say, can you be a chum and deliver these to the appropriate place? I need to continue with the salvage operation. Thanks, pal. Cptn Corizon ->::Takes a drink:: Laarell -> Maybe I should drop out of Starfleet and open a casino. Casino/massage parlor. STSF_BluRox ->::watches as it materializes on the floor a few feet from her and com's the yeoman to thank him:: Capt Rian Kwai -> Oh? ::raises a brow, interested:: Major Cloud -> Then you'd be a proper Orion? Ayumu Kasuga -> @::Hands her box to the crewman and heads back to the bridge:: Mark Garrison ->::nods:: One way or the other, you usually find your way to Quark's when you're on DS9. LtCmdrRobinson -> @ ::looking around their quarters in an EVA suit for anything to salvage:: Laarell -> Are you saying I'm not proper now? Major Cloud ->::Smiles:: Rue Wydown -> Reading is a losing proposition? Charlotte Matsumura -> Learning to enjoy it again. Charlotte Matsumura -> I read so much that last term, it's been difficult, to say the least. Rue Wydown -> Ah, now I understand. :;toothy grin:: Heather Jamieson ->:: munches at her 'wich and drinks more from her pint :: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::looks over a list of finished sections:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::slightly lopsided grin:: Cptn Corizon ->::Kwai:: I've heard rumor that our new orders will be to escort you back to base. Laarell ->: What's that look supposed to mean? Ayumu Kasuga -> @::sighs, not much left in her quarters that wasn't broken, ripped or otherwise damaged beyond use:: Cptn Corizon -> << three minute mark >> Heather Jamieson ->:: sees some of the Starfleet personell milling about in Quark's :: Mark Garrison -> ((No, I need more time)) STSF_BluRox -> ::lifts the bag by the strap, shouldering it exits the room:: STSF_BluRox -> Excalibur: and heads towards Quarks. Capt Rian Kwai -> Oh, oh that's great. Considering what shape we're in. ::she plays with the glass in front of her instead of drinking it:: Or how long it would take us to get there. Victria -> What sort of games? August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ +Will+ Check the Closets! They should have stuff!! STSF_BluRox ->::luckily had been nearby so it was just a short walk down the Promenade. Ayumu Kasuga -> @::returns to the bridge, and begins downloading backup star charts, tactical maps of the Gamma Quadrant, evasive and defensive maneuvers from helm and the like:: Fiona Weber ->::finishes changing, limping out of Sickbay:: Rue Wydown -> I like the risk though. But gambling is not my favorite pastime. After a while, you can predict the patterns, then what fun is it? LtCmdrRobinson -> @ ::just got yelled at randomly!:: +August+ yes, your majesty. I would have never thought of that. STSF_BluRox ->::enters and looks for Corizon and his party, and sees them up on one of the elevated levels, and makes her way up to them:: STSF_BluRox -> <make it a long 3 there doggieboy, I need a few> Charlotte Matsumura -> Once you can predict a pattern, you can find ways around it, disrupt the flow. Major Cloud -> ::Glances over:: And an Altair water for the Admiral. Mark Garrison ->: Holo-suites, though not as good as The Grail's. Games of chance as well. You might like Dabo. Fiona Weber -> (woof) Cptn Corizon -> What cloud just said, Rue Wydown ->: Oh no, not when you are gambling. You want to see the pattern. Heather Jamieson ->:: finishes her sandwich and takes her drink to one of the tables to watch :: Cptn Corizon ->::Knows that the Catian drunk is scary: Ayumu Kasuga ->: @ ::sigh:: I'm gonna need a whole new wardrobe. None of my clothes survived the wormhole transit. :) But at least that means a shopping spree! Capt Rian Kwai -> Tell me, how long has it been since you've been back to this quadrant? STSF_BluRox ->::walks up to their table, trying to make it look like her ears aren't plastered to the top of her head:: Victria -> Excalibur: I prefer games of skill rather than chance. LtCmdrRobinson -> @ ::finds his fake ID from Risa:: Well, its something. Charlotte Matsumura ->::chuckles:: Sometimes upsetting the apple cart is reward enough. STSF_BluRox ->::although, they are close enough, and she was still made enough that the fur on the back of her neck was rather fluffed up:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Sometimes. Heather Jamieson ->: :: Jumps when a table next to her yells "Dabo!" :: STSF_BluRox -> <good call Corizon, made that mistake a few years back, she's a water or tea drinker> STSF_BluRox -> Good evening. Cptn Corizon ->::Ears go up:: Admiral. Cptn Corizon -> I ordered you an Altair water.\ Laarell ->: So you don't play dabo... do you gamble at all, Major? Cptn Corizon ->: << I did have a kitty xo for a while >> Major Cloud -> Only with people Major Cloud -> s hearts. STSF_BluRox ->::extends paw to Corizon:: Thank you, I appreciate the thought, though I can only stay a moment. Capt Rian Kwai -> Admiral ::nods, folding her hands in her lap, something about the fluffy fur seems like a warning sign:: Major Cloud ->::Smiles:: Heather Jamieson -> ::watches the game at her table, the detail oriented person she is :: STSF_BluRox -> I really wanted to stop by and thank you and ask you to extend our thanks along to all of your crew, for the assistance you've rendered. August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Steps onto the lift:: deck 5 Rue Wydown -> So you're pretty tame in the hobby department, aye? STSF_BluRox ->::reaches over and picks up the water, taking a sip:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Tame... or boring. Your choice, of course. ::rueful smile as their food arrives:: STSF_BluRox -> Without you answering that distress call, it would have been a very long ride home. Mark Garrison -> Well, Klingon's spent plenty of time on this station during the Dominion War, I'm sure there are more then enough battle simulations to test your skills. Rue Wydown -> You said it, I didn't ::smirks:: August Jax Robinson -> ~!@#$%^&*()_ ::Sighs, steps off:: Charlotte Matsumura -> I'm afraid that, between training and, well, training, I seem to have missed the opportunity to develop a personality. Laarell ->::smiles back, deviously:: Really. And do you win very often? STSF_BluRox -> Especially, as that unstable wormhole whipped us to a location other than where we were expected to be, nobody would have been looking for us there. Major Cloud -> I didn't think you could lose. Cptn Corizon ->::Smirks:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::chuckles:: Laarell -> Well, I certainly don't. Major Cloud -> Not what I heard. Charlotte Matsumura -> And what is it, pray tell, that our illustrious CMO-come-XO does to unwind? STSF_BluRox -> Unfortunately, I have some bad news for you. Headquarters has asked that you please continue to tow the Republic back to Mars. They will try to send another ship out to meet you part way if one frees up Victria -> I would rather find an actual Klingon. Their weapons are interesting. ::She tapped at the railing.:: Charlotte Matsumura -> Excalibur: After all, I know it's not martial arts. ::smirk:: Cptn Corizon -> Like I told you're ex-ho, been there myself. Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles:: I kind of figured that would happen. Laarell -> Oh really? ::smile falters:: What exactly have you heard? Major Cloud -> Lots of things. Laarell -> I don't. Lose. You've heard wrong. Rue Wydown -> I leap tall buildings and free fall with clothing wings. ::cryptic:: STSF_BluRox -> I've been ordered to Starfleet Command and my ship leaves within the hour, so I must take my leave of you at this time. Perhaps when you get to Terra, I can buy you a decent dinner? Charlotte Matsumura -> Excalibur: Wearing spandex? Rue Wydown ->: Not if I can help it. Charlotte Matsumura ->::chuckles:: Just sounded so... heroic. STSF_BluRox ->: If I may, I need to borrow Captain Kwai for just a moment as well. Ship's business. You understand. Cptn Corizon ->::Smiles:: I know some good places in Tokyo, Mark Garrison -> Well, there are plenty to find on the station, and they don't back down from challenges. August Jax Robinson ->::Steps through the airlock:: Rue Wydown -> Hardly. More like idiotic. :;she grinned:: For the faint hearted. ::she paused;: I free climb and solar surf. Charlotte Matsumura -> Excalibur: ::sips her tea, stirring some veggies from her side dishes into her soup:: Fiona Weber ->::half walks, half stumbles down to the airlock, muttering:: Capt Rian Kwai ->: ::slipping off the chair she was sitting at, nodding to Corizon her thanks and that hopeful she'd be back:: STSF_BluRox -> We can talk about Tokyo when you arrive, I look forward to it. Captain Kwai, if you would.. Fiona Weber ->::utterly refuses to break down and get a cane for herself, not that *weak*:: Charlotte Matsumura ->::arches brows:: Adrenline rushes, no doubt. STSF_BluRox ->::motions her over to a small corner of the room:: Victria ->::She chuckled, a deep nefarious sounding chuckle with her full intentions behind it.:: Perhaps I shall see that for myself. August Jax Robinson ->::gets another drink:: STSF_BluRox ->::Holds up a tricorder:: Ayumu Kasuga ->: @::opens up a panel and begins taking out iso-chips:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::heads over to the corner with Blu, wondering what further instructions would be given:: Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox -> Captain Kwai, as of this time Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SIM STSF_BluRox -> NO!! Cptn Corizon -> << ACK Cptn Corizon -> NO STSF_BluRox -> I didnt' get ot say it Cptn Corizon -> RESUME Cptn Corizon -> RESUME Capt Rian Kwai -> ((ROFLMAO)) Cptn Corizon -> RESUME Jameson Bardolph -> ((roflol)) STSF_BluRox -> <need 2 minutes. Cptn Corizon -> << Jumped the Gun! Continue >> Ayumu Kasuga -> ACTION: Seiben's trial i set to resume. Heather Jamieson -> << Sim tape wearing out >> STSF_BluRox -> As of this time, ::mumbles the exact time and date:: Ayumu Kasuga -> <oops!> Jameson Bardolph -> ((lawl)) STSF_BluRox -> You are hearby placed in Command of the USS Republic, relieving Admiral Errrika BluRox. STSF_BluRox -> By order of Star Fleet Medical. STSF_BluRox ->::clicks the button off:: Mark Garrison ->::smirks:: Well, don't let me stop you. STSF_BluRox ->::growls a bit at her, ears plastered to her head:: Laarell -> having another drink by now:: Laarell ->::probably on Makisu's tab:: STSF_BluRox ->::in a low, quiet growling voice:: I trusted you...... Rue Wydown ->::nods a little:: What's left of her, anyway. ::frowns a bit:: STSF_BluRox -> So, you knew ...you KNEW that another incident would get me removed, and you couldn't just help me out this one little time. It was a HEADACHE Rian....I was shaken up pretty good STSF_BluRox -> in that wormhole, but all I asked...was a quiet hand to get to my quarters...and you sold me out Victria ->::She turned and peered at him.:: Really? That is surprising. I expected a warning, at the least. An outright order to stay away from them, at the most. Capt Rian Kwai -> taken aback, stepping back:: I m sorry, what in my resume indicated to you that I was medically trained? Was it the hand to hand combat scores, or hostage negotiations? Oh, I know! I bet it was the criminal forensics class. That makes me qualified to know the difference between a headache and a head injury. Capt Rian Kwai -> Let me remind you I gave you a choice? The only ideas I could come up with were to go to sickbay or sit tight in that stupid yacht. If you had any other bright ideas, you damn well should have said something instead of blaming me for making a choice. Cptn Corizon ->::notices Onion and Cloud:: Cptn Corizon ->::Makes a note:: STSF_BluRox ->::hisses:: The ship's yours now.....Good luck. I've got to go fight now not to be trapped behind a desk for the rest of my career... STSF_BluRox -> This is why I don't trust too many people, I always get burned.... LtCmdrRobinson -> <This WHOLE time that Ive been trying to shoot Blurox so I could move up in the chain of command, and all I had to do was tell SF Medical that she had a headache? 10 years wasted> STSF_BluRox ->::spins and storms out of the room, heading towards one of the upper pylon:: STSF_BluRox -> <rofl Will> Mark Garrison ->::He shook his head:: No. I'm making a choice to trust your judgment. Don't make me regret it. Jameson Bardolph ->: ((::dramatic chord::)) STSF_BluRox ->: <ok, now you can Cori> Major Cloud -> NOW PAUSE SIM Victria ->::Her lips twitched. Amusement?:: Capt Rian Kwai ->::muttering after she's out of earshot:: Oh suck it up. I have Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SM Cptn Corizon -> PAUSE SM LtCmdrRobinson ->::pauses the sm:: August Jax Robinson ->: ::Paused:: Victria ->: Yea, cause we don't take orders from a marine. Jameson Bardolph ->::PAWSORS:: STSF_BluRox -> <my apologies to all, that my local comcast branch sucks like a hoover> Charlotte Matsumura -> Excalibur: Well, not in this persona, anyway. Heather Jamieson ->:: Paused :: Rue Wydown -> Well, that was quiet luverly. LtCmdrRobinson -> <its not a local thing Blurox, that do that nationally> Ayumu Kasuga ->::Paused:: STSF_BluRox -> Ok, so we were discussing, that we'll pick tomorrow, with a Time Between Sims...for those that love that thing....of 3 days. STSF_BluRox -> That will have given you time to get some stuff done Jameson Bardolph -> lol STSF_BluRox ->: and me to get to where I need to go Cptn Corizon -> Excalibur is welcome to come to Republic. :) Cptn Corizon ->: I'll get a TBS for Excalibur later this week.

Hi all, Attached are our sim logs from Sunday Nov 14 and Sunday Nov 21. Both sims were either partial or full joint sims with USS Republic (Operation AAA) Enjoy! Excalibur_Nov_14_2010.txt Excalibur_Nov_21_2010.txt

Killing Two Birds With One Stone (Conspiracy Theory of a First Officer) Rue Wydown's Side of the Story (Same events, different perspective) "How did you get her into sickbay so easily?"Captain Kwai glanced at Commander Wydown while the two of them followed the medical technician and the Admiral's medical chair into sickbay. Wydown tried to suppress her glee that she might actually kill two birds with one stone. The medtech ushered the Admiral on to one of the private exam rooms, several of the doctors and nurses buzzing around her more in deference to her rank than her actual injury. Both officers paused at the door, watching BluRox disappear from view. "Did you drug her? Blackmail? Hypnosis? Wacked her on the head?" "Nah. I just told her that I needed her to go to sickbay as bait to get you checked out." Rue Wydown grinned, rocking back on her heals. Rian turned to look at Rue, "Why in the Alpha Quadrant would you tell her that?" The woman didn't look happy, but oh well. In fact, if she ran, Rue would enjoy the chase. "Because you look like crap, luv." She gently pinched Kwai's elbow, knowing exactly where to pinch the nerve to get the officer to comply, and escorted her to the first vacant biobed while simultaneously waving over one of the nursing staff. "C'mon, won't take a tick. Sit here and let 'em have a look at you, mate." She whispered something to the nurse, who nodded and disappeared. Meanwhile, with Wydown busy organizing an impromptu physical, Kwai made her attempt to slip past Rue and out the door. It was by maintaining a firm grip on her elbow that Wydown managed to keep the Captain in place until one of the station doctors appeared. "Luv, ye gotta set a good example for 'er. If you walk, she will. And ye know what shape she's in. So just suck it up and be a good lass." "Joined gods." "Whot's a matter. Afraid of a little jiggery pokery?" The girl seemed to be scared and annoyed at once. "You can say that." Rue stood back out of the way to allow the station doctor to start his work. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed and legs crossed at the ankles as she studied the serious and quiet Republic first officer. The girl was an interesting case study. Rue detected a sense of humor, yes, but also a very serious no nonsense attitude. Quiet, bordering on shy at times, yet clearly able to come out of her shell when the situation demanded it, as evident with her rather authoritative attitude on the Excalibur bridge. And quite obviously scared of the medical staff for some reason. "Oh, it's nothin' luv. Not like they're gonna mutate your DNA with a simple scan." "Oh, you'd be surprised what these quacks can do these days." Rian sighed, watching the doctor wave his scanning wand. The doctor scanning the Trill rolled his eyes to Wydown, muttering something under his breath. Now there's a story in that comment I'd love to hear some day, Rue smiled to herself. "Ye callin' those in the medical profession quacks?"Rue asked the doctor's unasked question. Wydown could see the wheels turning in the Trill's head. Kwai seemed to think better than to offend the doctor currently waiving medical equipment in her face. So she spoke softly, nodding her head towards a group huddled around the replicator. "Not all. Just those mad scientist type over there." Rue glanced in the direction of the huddled medical staff. None of them looked particularly threatening. In fact they looked rather dull. In fact they could use an injection of 'personality'. "Oh, I see what ye mean. That one over there looks like a nutter." She smiled as unthreatening as she could. When she turned her head back to the Captain, she had her mouth agape, apparently trying to come up with a biting response. Fortunately, Kwai's retort was cut off by a loud commotion in the lobby of sickbay. The doctor currently scanning the Trill stopped abruptly, and with a hasty apology, left both the human and the trill executive officers wondering what was going on. They watched as the whole story revealed itself moments later as badly burned station crewmember being hustled through sickbay with several doctors (including Kwai's) and nurses hovering around him. "Joined gods, now I'll never get out of here." The woman was obviously impatient. And Rue, being Rue in nature, was curious about what the heck was going on with the woman. She watched the Trill for a moment before stepping forward to volunteer to help, "Ye mind if I…?" She picked up a tricorder from a neighboring station. "It'll get ye out of here faster. You know, I used to be in medical. Well, before that nutter in the Captain's chair decided I'd be a good first officer. Not sure whot he was thinking." She grinned as she watched the readings on the tricorder. So that was it. Some sort of poisoning here. Biological in composition. Ingested, by the looks of the digestive tract. A plant of some sort, making her sick. Did she know she'd ingested something toxic? Or was it mixed in with her normal foods without her knowledge? Did she knew she was this sick? Was she doing this to herself? Or, maybe someone was trying to kill her to take her job? Wait, promotion by murder only happens on Romulan ships. So what the frell was going on here? After a moment she looked up again. "What happened to ye, luv? I know you were attacked, I read the report that the Admiral gave us. But I'd like to hear it for you." "You want to know about the Oest?" Rian paused, watching Rue nod. "I'll tell you about the Oest." She spoke softly, calmly and without much emotion, recalling the highlights of her incarceration with the alien race. Everything from the pain sensor bracelet to the experiments on creating a melded breed, it was there in detail. Rue sensed her hesitation only when it came to explaining her role in the breeding program verses Dr Weber's. "Let me get this straight. They essentially poisoned you to save you?" Bingo! Well, at least no one is currently trying to kill the woman. But if she didn't get rid of the toxins in her system, she was going to continue to waste away. Bloody hell, what a way to go. "Aye. So I was told. So to speak, since it was done with telepathy." "Have ye told your Admiral this part yet?" "She's got enough on her plate. Besides, Weber's in worse shape than I. Although if you can find someone to pull the probe out, you can keep it for your records. Maybe your people would like to study it in case they're up against the Oest if you all return to the Gamma Quadrant." She indicated its location with her splayed fingers in the area where her shoulder met her neck. "We've got Weber's. And I believe we still have to remove Bardolph's soon." She paused. "That reminders me, I should have him looked at too." Oh, here we go again. All business and no rest. "Do you ever slow down?"Wydown asked as she moved back over to the neighboring station, rooting around for the instrument she needed. Once found, she returned to Kwai's side and activated the device. "Do you?" the woman's voice was sharp. "Oh I know me limits." Do you? she added silently as she grinned again, and started to dig out the offending probe. She felt the Captain wince under her digging, but kept on going. She kept talking in hopes to distract the young woman. "I think ye better tell the Admiral. She's worried about ye. And ye need to start putting some weight back on. Someone could knock you over just by breathin' on ye." "I'm not….." Rian stopped, sounding as if she was in pain. "I'm finding it difficult to keep much down these days." She frowned. "About the only thing that appeals to my stomach have been the MRE's." "Have ye tried the onion rings in Quarks? They can do miracles." Wydown grinned, trying to joke with the serious young woman as she pulled out the small sensor device and dropped it into tray. She pressed a small cloth against the wound while she fidgeted with a regenerator to seal and heal the wound. "That just doesn't even sound good to me." Rian winced. Rue completed her work with the regenerator, then tipped Rian's chin up to look the Excalibur's first officer in the eye. "Look, in a few minutes, the station doc is going to come back out here and scan ye again for the official record. He's going to give you some meds to try to correct the damage to ye stomach lining. He'll suggest rest and relaxation. And he'll send you on your way." She paused. "Ye need more than that. Ye need to detoxify your blood and organs. From what I read on the scan, you'll be carrying around this crap for months, maybe even a year or more. Even two weeks of that med isn't going to help. And you'll get real bored of MRE's after six months." "And how do you suggest I do that?" "A tea." She nodded, thinking of the native herbal remedy from her home planet she'd used many times to do just this very thing. "I'll show you were to get the ingredients here. And write you the recipe. It's not half bad. Actually it's quiet brilliant." "A tea, seriously? You think a tea is going to help me?" "Aye. " Rue put her hands on Rian's shoulder. The girl looked scared, probably didn't trust Rue any further than she could throw her. And by the looks of things, that wasn't very far. She wanted her to feel comfortable. "Look, luv. I know don't know me from Eve, but I've got a lot of experience here. Where I come from, well, let's just say ye have to have a strong constitution to survive there. You do what I say, and in a few weeks you'll be off the meds and putting on the weight again. Even enjoying a pint or two." "I don't know." Rian hesitated, Rue could hear the fear in her voice. "Just try it. Two weeks. And if'n you're a smart girl, like I think ye are, you'll do the research. You'll see I mean ye no harm, luv." She picked up the tray, seeing the station doctor disengaging from the group crowded around the burn victim. "I'm going to take this back to me ship. I'll meet ye in a few minutes outside, by Quarks and we'll take it from there, aye?" C'mon luv, give it a shot. Rue silently pleaded. She felt for the first officer, knowing the weight the woman had to carry on a daily basis. "Fine." Rian nodded slight. "Fantastic." Rue flashed the largest grin she could. (And for the other side of the same story, check out Captain Rian Kwai's log on the USS Republic's message board).