Cmdr JFarrington

= /\ = Manticore Brief Stardate 52004.20 = /\ = The USS Manticore orbits the planet New Las Vegas, a seedy alternative to Risa, for some much-needed shore leave. Mork's former collection of prisoners beamed down to the surface for further examinations and later departures to their respective homeworlds. The Captain and First Officer remain on the ship to further their recovery in familiar surroundings. The crew on the surface begin to pair up and decide their destinations, likely local watering holes. Stomachs growl as dinner and other things, approach. =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= =/\=BEGIN SIM=/\= Cmdr JFarrington: Those on the ship take an @ Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::in sick bay, watching the captain's vital signs::: Callista Tyrel: + Annika Sorenson + Annika...I am in TR1..ready to ..well do things. Callista Tyrel: :: notes the Chief mentioned something about pairing up on the surface :: Annika Sorenson: +Callista+ ::in the lift, just finishes changing into a flattering slim dress and heels:: I'm almost there. Callista Tyrel: :: is typical Callista...in her Hoodie and black pants...:: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::checking helm and setting up alarms in case other ships get too close or do something more stupid than that::: Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Sits sickbay, tired:: Callista Tyrel: + Annika + Copy...cya soon. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::yes, we look like a tug, but they better not mess with us::: Gila Orrak: :: Checking her gear at the place assigned to the ship :: Erich Jaenke: :: With the doctor, checking into the, for lack of a better word, hotel :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::proximity alarms engaged:: Annika Sorenson: ::exits the lift and enters TR1, waves at Callista:: Callista Tyrel: :: adjusts her handbag which looks more like a tool satchel and takes a look at at Tricorder with map :: Callista Tyrel: Hi Annika..:: looks :: you look great! Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles:: Thanks! You look nice too. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::a bit worried about the commander, but for good reason:: Annika Sorenson: ::stands next to Callista:: Callista Tyrel: :: steps on the TR Padd :: Well you were going to help me find something more...acceptable for fun.. but ...let's just have fun. Callista Tyrel: Energize! Annika Sorenson: Yes, let's... ::beams down:: Gila Orrak: :: Watching the Xindi being checked in as if they are lost guests on vacation :: Callista Tyrel: :: remats in a plaza right next to a shopping center map with a listing of place to see and go , the temperature is very warm :: Annika Sorenson: ::looks around:: Hmm, nice. Erich Jaenke: :: Gets a status update on the ship on his small pads :: Callista Tyrel: Geez ...should have checked the weather. :: notes people wandering around leisurely shopping , drinking..etc...:: Gila Orrak: :: Turns to Jaenke :: Something serious? Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::ship status report - situation normal, no SNAFU:: Erich Jaenke: :: Looks up :: No, just what needs to be done. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, I hope you don't melt in that. I suppose we should find you something more appropriate for the temperature. Kansas Kenickie: ::Kicks her feet up and leans back::: Callista Tyrel: Yeah.. Let's find a place to ...errr...acclimate me. :: chuckles :: I'll buy you a drink for all the trouble .. Callista Tyrel: :: notes the humidity is also very low, the environment seems full of static :: Annika Sorenson: Sure, let's go. Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Sighs, hopes everyone is having fun fun below:: Annika Sorenson: ::walks around the shopping centre, looks at the various shops:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::: as soon as the brewed coffee (no not replicated) is fresh, Amanda takes a Manticore mug and approaches the commander::: How about some fresh coffee. And scones, of course. Callista Tyrel: :: looks around noting apparel and other things....:: Kansas Kenickie: @ thank you Doctor ::Takes the mug:: how is my man doing? Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::snags Ens Weatherly to keep watch on the bridge::: Annika Sorenson: ::finds a neat little boutique, selling some chic looking clothes:: This looks nice. Erich Jaenke: :: Looks about :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::settles into a chair next to her::: He's doing well, actually. Better than we expected, given the circumstances. Amanda Davis PhD: @ He's very strong. Annika Sorenson: ::enters and checks the clothes on offer:: Maybe not anything too frilly, but there's lots of options for more subtle stuff that still looks nice. Kansas Kenickie: @ don't I know it ::Smirks:: Callista Tyrel: :: looks at tank tops....:: yeah...:: follows Annika :: Annika Sorenson: I don't really know your personal style, but I'm sure there's something that'll suit you well. Ooh, I like these sandals. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::slight chuckle as she places the scones on a table next to the commander, along with an assortment of jellies::: Callista Tyrel: :: Callista makes several selections :: Oh I like those...:: picks up sandals :: Shorts...hmm...need those! Annika Sorenson: Definitely need those. Annika Sorenson: Maybe a nice blouse as well. Ooh, these are a nice match for you. ::holds up a blouse and shorts:: Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> Uh first time shopping? Dressing rooms over there....:: gestures :: Annika Sorenson: Thanks, mate. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::as she sips her coffee she also watches Kansas, who seems tired, but not overworn::: Callista Tyrel: Bolian > :: taps Annika on shoulder :: NIce of you helping her out..she needs it. Callista Tyrel: :: closes dressing room door and changes :: Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> Where are you visiting us from? Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Gulps coffee, breaks off a piece of scone and tosses it into the air and catches it in her mouth::: Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> We got visitors from all over the quadrant here on New Las Vegas, mostly those who prefer warmer climates. Annika Sorenson: Yeah, that's what friends are for... ::picks up another pair of sandals:: Hmm, these'll look good on me. You have these in Size 10? Annika Sorenson: Ah, yeah. I like warmer climates too. Far cry from Europa. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::impressed::: We should have a contest for that, Commander. Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> :: takes out a PADD...Ferengi in Origin and inputs some values:: Yes I Do...One moment please. Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> :: departs to retrieve sandals :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::wandering the decks, checking on several things, especially those who should be on duty::: Annika Sorenson: ::sits on a chair while she waits for her sandals and Callista:: Callista Tyrel: :: exits dressing room sporting a yellow tank, blue shorts, sandals and a beach hat :: How do I look? Touristy? Annika Sorenson: ::looks at Callista:: Naw, I don't think so. That looks really good on you. Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> Size 10s.... are here. Annika Sorenson: How's it fit? Ahh, thanks! Kansas Kenickie: Bartender> ::Approaches Callista:: Dress my lovely? Callista Tyrel: Hehe..I need to work on my Tan....But I think this will do for now! Annika Sorenson: ::takes the sandals, a very nice shade of blue. from the shop keep and tries them on:: Hm, a nice fit. ::checks her reflection in the mirror:: Sweet. I think you should get it. Annika Sorenson: How do these sandals look? Callista Tyrel: Comfortable. :: To Annika :: I will take it! :: To Bolian :: Annika Sorenson: I'll take the sandals too. Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Bartender at Boutique and giggles :: Thank you. Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper > Outstanding I will ready your tab. Annika Sorenson: And this anklet. ::picks up a shiny gold anklet from a rack:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::is called away to tend to another in sick bay::: Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> A wise choice. I do hope you have fun. IF you need to get your friend a dress, there is a fine Cardassian Tailor shop about a KM down the street... Annika Sorenson: Ooh, okay thanks. ::pays for her sandals and anklet and waits for Callista:: Callista Tyrel: :: Exits dressing room with bags...and puts a PADD for payment of some sort :: Callista Tyrel: Bolian Shopkeeper> Have a marvelous day! Annika Sorenson: Thanks. Callista Tyrel: Okay Annika...thank you...uhm your turn where to now? Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::strolls through engineering, stopping to talk occasionally::: Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Head bobs back, then sits back up:: Annika Sorenson: ::puts on her new sandals and anklet:: Hmm. You're not hungry yet are you? We can get some ice creams or something and continue to walk down the shops. Annika Sorenson: ::arranges to have her heels beamed back to her quarters on the ship:: Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::notices the head bob when she returns::: Commander? Callista Tyrel: Sounds cool! :: follows Annika as they shop, also beaming stuff back to Manticore :: Erich Jaenke: :: Had been sitting silently on a couch in the lobby of the hotel :: Kansas Kenickie: @ I OK Kansas Kenickie: @ how about you take some leave too Doc.. everyone needs a break right? Annika Sorenson: ::remembers seeing an ice cream stall on the map:: It's not too far away, maybe 100 metres to the east. It seems to have really good reviews. Callista Tyrel: :: scurries after Annika for Ice Cream :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ I'm not exactly fond of our port of call this time. Amanda Davis PhD: @ However... how about you take a break. Amanda Davis PhD: @ Tell you what. Let's move the captain to ICU. There's an extra bed we can put beside you so you can relax and be with him. Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Smiles::: I have been here often. Amanda Davis PhD: @ Maybe a little too often? Annika Sorenson: ::the sandals are very comfortable, with nice foot support:: These feel a lot better than my heels I'll tell you. Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::knowing smile:: Kansas Kenickie: @ only to cause trouble Amanda Davis PhD: @ Well... there's that. Annika Sorenson: ::soon finds her way to the ice cream shop:: Here it is. ::Checks out the list of flavours available:: Callista Tyrel: I bet...and it is nice to get out of regulation footwear for once! :: looks at the list :: Oh ....Cookies and Cream! Callista Tyrel: They really have thought of ...well humans. Gila Orrak: :: Sits next to Jaenke :: Are you alright Chief? Annika Sorenson: I hear you there. Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::grabs the attention of a passing corpsman, ordering her to take the captain to ICU... just in case, of course... and to include an extra bed::: Callista Tyrel: :: makes some selections :: Here I got you covered. Erich Jaenke: :: slowly nods :: There's a lot of things going on in my head. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::Corpsman::: Station two is perfect. Annika Sorenson: ::orders a chocolate flavoured cone:: Annika Sorenson: Oh, thanks. ::Smiles:: Callista Tyrel: Bajoran Ice Cream dealer> Here you go ladies. Enjoy. Annika Sorenson: Thanks. ::smiles:: Gila Orrak: The burden of your mind? Callista Tyrel: :: looks around :: shall we sit or just walk around and explore....I still owe you a drink I feel. Erich Jaenke: Yeah... I should walk around. Might help. Erich Jaenke: :: gets up and heads to the door for some fresh air :: Annika Sorenson: Up to you, though perhaps it'd nice be nice to sit and enjoy our ice creams before they melt. Gila Orrak: :: Follows the Chief :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::checking out the other decks, eventually arriving at sick bay::: Callista Tyrel: Yeah...here is some shade over here... Kansas Kenickie: Casino> ::Bright and inviting::: Erich Jaenke: :: Goes outside and heads in whatever direction :: Gila Orrak: Perhaps something to drink, to loosen you up? Annika Sorenson: Sounds good to me. Erich Jaenke: :: give her a look :: Really, are you some kind of country doctor? Gila Orrak: Hmm, no, I was born in a large city. Callista Tyrel: :: walks over and takes a seat..and notes a BIG BRIGHT CASINO ACROSS THE STREET :: Oh I bet they have some fine drinks there ..after our Ice Cream..perhaps we can take a look? Cmdr JFarrington: @ :::stops by Dr Soori to check on the captain's status::: Annika Sorenson: Sure, let's. I just hope I don't have too bad luck in the casino. Callista Tyrel: :: takes a bite out of her Ice Cream cone :: This kinda feels like back in Arizona where I grew up. Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::corpsmen and assistants move the captain into ICU-2:: Gila Orrak: :: Points to a well-lit gambling establishment across the strip :: Annika Sorenson: Oh? Yes, I suppose it would, given the climate. That is, if you grew up in southern Arizona. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::: the commander seems to be half asleep::: Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Has cup balanced on her leg::: Annika Sorenson: ::enjoys her ice cream, kinda people watching as they sit:: Erich Jaenke: *ACTION: Unknown to the Manticore and most ships in orbit, a small craft enters the system and heads down to the planet surface.* Callista Tyrel: Payson...small community North of old Phoenix. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::hoping the cup doesn't spill over::: Commander, ICU is ready. Callista Tyrel: Did you find yourself wanting to go to warmer places than Europa? Callista Tyrel: ( ruh roh ) Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::gets the low-down on the captain::: Erich Jaenke: :: Enters the casino across from their hotel :: Erich Jaenke: :: Sits :: Annika Sorenson: Ah, I see. ::nods:: I certainly do. Europa can be nice certainly, but I’ve kinda gotten used to warmer climates during my academy years. San Francisco has pretty nice weather, when it doesn't rain or fog. Kansas Kenickie: @ ::Eyes closed::: Gila Orrak: :: Sits with him :: As your, let's say doctor, let me select a few spirits to cleanse your mind. Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::then notices that Dr Davis and Kansas are together, but the commander seems to be asleep::: Callista Tyrel: Indeed.. those Marine layer days. :: surveying the scene with her ice cream :: Erich Jaenke: Ah, uhm, sure. You don't seem like most Cardassians. Amanda Davis PhD: @ ::orders the corpsman to keep an eye out with the commander and when she awakes, she can move into ICU with the captain::: Gila Orrak: How many have you met? Kansas Kenickie: ((3 minute warning)) Annika Sorenson: Yeah, good times. Erich Jaenke: You are my first. :: holds the glass in his hand :: Gila Orrak: Then I am exactly how a Cardassian should be. Callista Tyrel: I was a wimp with those ocean breezes sometimes. Erich Jaenke: :: drinks, then winces :: Amanda Davis PhD: @ :::spots Jami:: Callista Tyrel: :: notes Casino is ....very bright and inviting :: Cmdr JFarrington: @ ::nods::: Annika Sorenson: So was I at first. I owe it to my academy roommate who got me into surfing. ::finishes her ice cream:: I suppose we can pay the casino a visit, yes? I'd like to see how they compare to old Vegas. Kansas Kenickie: >>> Pause Sim <<<< Kansas Kenickie: >>> Pause Sim <<<< Kansas Kenickie: nice character building everyone Kansas Kenickie: any questions? Kansas Kenickie: Just some everyone knows next is our 22 year birthday Annika Sorenson: yay Erich Jaenke: man Callista Tyrel: wow Cmdr JFarrington: Awesome. Amanda Davis PhD: Do we get cake? Cmdr JFarrington: The cake is a lie. Kansas Kenickie: The cake IS a lie Amanda Davis PhD: ::gasp:: Callista Tyrel: The cake is...fake? Cmdr JFarrington: ::snarkle::: Annika Sorenson: That rhymes Kansas Kenickie: OK everyone get some Sleep Callista Tyrel: goodnight! Cmdr JFarrington: You, too! Amanda Davis PhD: Night all. See you next time. Kansas Kenickie: Nite nite Peeps Annika Sorenson: Goodnight! Erich Jaenke: Night all

**Manticore Brief for Stardate 52004.13** After the rescue of the Captain and First Officer the Manticore set course for New Las Vegas for some much urgent shore leave. The Captain's ordeal strained him psychologically as well as physically, requiring an extended stay. The freed prisoners need offloaded and additional long-term medical care. Add that Starfleet has yet to respond to the fallout over the Mork incident, the crew of the Manticore may be on New Las Vegas for some time. Kansas Kenickie: I would like to thank Erich for helping me out last week. Kansas Kenickie: FYI? New Las Vagus is like the city.... just planet size Kansas Kenickie: Any questions before we start? Kansas Kenickie: >>> Begin Sim <<<< Kansas Kenickie: >>> Begin Sim <<<< Kansas Kenickie: >>> Begin Sim <<<< Erich Jaenke: Helm, drop us out of warp... Cmdr JFarrington: Dropping from warp. ::puts on the brakes::: Annika Sorenson: ::on the bridge, manning the science console:: Erich Jaenke: :: it had been hours on the bridge, frankly he forgot to leave, but had nowhere to go. :: Kansas Kenickie: :::Pacing in sickbay::: Callista Tyrel: :: In Engineering at the moment :: BrenFaliver: ::In Science, in the main island/console across from the CSCI office:: Gila Orrak: :: in sickbay :: Commander, we should be there soon. :: scanning KK :: Erich Jaenke: Contact the NLV control and get us a parking orbit. Cmdr JFarrington: Aye, Commander. Contacting control.... Kansas Kenickie: ::Pushes the scanner away from herself:: I am Fine Gila Orrak: :: Checks her hypo spray :: I now have to inoculate you against local bugs. Hold still. Annika Sorenson: ::cursory checks her terminal:: Kansas Kenickie: Take care of McFly... I am FINE Cmdr JFarrington: +NLV+ NLV Control, USS Manticore NCC 5852 A requesting orbital park. Callista Tyrel: :: securing Engineering for Orbit :: Erich Jaenke: What is the status of our guests, especially the Aquatic? :: In all this time he did not get her name :: Erich Jaenke: :: Erich looked worn out and down, the time on the bridge not common for him. Moving around, checking systems at all hours was more his normal. :: Annika Sorenson: The Aquatic? She's in good health, physically anyway. From what I was told we may be transferring our guests to another ship who will take them to their home worlds. Cmdr JFarrington: NLV Control> USS Manticore, you are cleared for orbital docking at 17-b - watch out for others orbit above and below. How copy? Cmdr JFarrington: :::sigh::: +Control+ Copy, NLV Control. We won't scrape anyone. ::we're bigger and faster anyway::: Erich Jaenke: I think they may find time on the planet beneficial. Contact the local authorities for one place they can stay. I don't want them separated. Callista Tyrel: :: finishes some PADD work...looking at the Matter Anti Matter Reactor ( Primary ) for a final check :: Gila Orrak: :: Hypos the Commander anyway :: Anyone going down is getting this. :: hypos herself :: Erich Jaenke: :: Sees the class M planet appearing on the main viewer as they establish an orbit :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::wonders if she could go down or stay put::: Gila Orrak: :: Moves over to McFly :: For you. :: hiss :: Gila Orrak: If this could change you all into Cardassians we'd have a good old time down there, but alas.. Annika Sorenson: ::Watches the view screen as well:: Kansas Kenickie: I am staying here!! Why would I leave him? Cmdr JFarrington: ::um... stay put sounds good. She'll have lots of privacy and no jerks trying to mess with her::: Gila Orrak: You are both going down, unless you wish to remain on the ship. Cmdr JFarrington: Orbit established. Going to stationkeeping. Erich Jaenke: Oh, I need out of this chair. This is not my style. Annika Sorenson: I'd best check on our guests in the cargo bay one more time. Kansas Kenickie: we are stasytin Kansas Kenickie: staying here, he is not well. Erich Jaenke: :: He bent out of the captain's chair as an old man would out of his favorite recliner. His spine cracked as he flexed backward at his hips :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::turns at the crack:::blink::: Callista Tyrel: + Bridge + Engineering to Bridge.. Everything set here for Orbit. I have completed a maximum diagnostic on our Transporter Systems. They are ready for use. Gila Orrak: Will you at least stay in the recovery room. All the medical machines, but the look of one of our finest suites? Erich Jaenke: +Eng+ Understood. We are attempting to find one place to transport the former prisoners. I am sure they would appreciate an open space. Kansas Kenickie: I am staying here. Kansas Kenickie: :::Crosses her arms:: you may go on leave. Gila Orrak: Captain and Commanders are the worst patients. Very well. Gila Orrak: Oh I plan to, having only heard legends of this planet. Annika Sorenson: ::arrives back in the cargo bay to check on the Aquatic and other guests, but mostly the Aquatic:: Hopefully, we'll get you a ride to take you back home here. Erich Jaenke: If you think that was loud Farrington, you should hear what I can hear in my mind. Annika Sorenson: We should. based on what I heard. BrenFaliver: ::Runs down the hall to the Transporter Room in a t-shirt and swim trunks:: Cmdr JFarrington: :::snarkle::: Sorry, sir. Erich Jaenke: With that, have we secured one place where we, along with the guests, may stay? Erich Jaenke: Chie... :: stops, not seeing the Chief Science officer :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::securing helm, checking all systems::: Erich Jaenke: Also, send a message to the crew that the first batch of personel may transport down. Gila Orrak: :: Gives KK something that could be put in a pocket :: Press this and it will contact me if something goes wrong. It should keep a lock on me and me alone. Gila Orrak: Remember, the physical wounds will heal well enough, the emotional ones will take some time. Callista Tyrel: :: remains at Engineering to make certain the Aquatic, Xindi and other rescued individuals are transported down safely :: Erich Jaenke: :: His padd chirps, notifying him of a single place they get to stay, the Grand Royale Premium Deluxe Limited Edition Hotel, right on the strip..well one of the thousands of strips :: Erich Jaenke: Seems we are staying at some... long-named hotel. Annika Sorenson: ::assists with transport from the cargo bay. co-ordinating for the safe transport down to the surface:: Erich Jaenke: Ready Commander Farrington? Cmdr JFarrington: Sir? Cmdr JFarrington: Ready for....? Erich Jaenke: Are you not going down, or are you on a different shift for shore leave? Callista Tyrel: + Lt Sorenson + Tyrel here...let me know if you have any questions about transporting our rescued guests. Everything should go smoothly... At least from this end. Gila Orrak: :: Places her hand on the Commander's shoulder briefly :: I'll be in touch. :: begins to head out :: Cmdr JFarrington: I'll be here, sir. Not going down at all. Have a few things I need to finish up. Plus, I don't trust the ships in this orbit. BrenFaliver: ::reaches the transporter room, having somehow acquired water wings which are firmly wedged onto his upper arms:: Kansas Kenickie: thank you Doc. Erich Jaenke: Alright. I may very well regret it if my medicine fails and I hear thousands of voices in my head at once. Cmdr JFarrington: ::slight grin:: I'll stay aboard and.... ::wants to say she'd give 'em a fight for their money::... well, sir, just keep things not moving. Gila Orrak: It's what I do, most of the time. Gila Orrak: :: door closes behind her :: Callista Tyrel: :: hopes the heck....wherever they are sending these poor souls..they will be safe :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::Erich::: Well, sir. Let me know and I'll take it down to you. Erich Jaenke: I am only worried if I go too long. I am going to visit the aquatic. Annika Sorenson: +Callista+. Sure, will do. I'm coordinating from the cargo bay, I was told that they are ready to receive our guests at... whenever we're ready. Erich Jaenke: :: Exits the bridge :: Deck the Aquatic is on. :: Lift starts to move :: Erich Jaenke: (( time goes by.. )) :: Enters the location of the Aquatic tank :: Callista Tyrel: + Annika + Thanks...and...hopefully we can get some time on the surface to explore..and...decompress a bit.. I Gila Orrak: :: She stops by her quarters and gets her pre-packed bag :: Annika Sorenson: +Callista+ I hope so as well. Erich Jaenke: :: Approaches the tank :: So, you are the one that entered my mind... Cmdr JFarrington: :::Kansas::: Ma'am, if there's anything you need help with, I'll be here. Kansas Kenickie: Thank you Jami.... it means a lot. Callista Tyrel: :: walks over and finishes up another PADD handing it over to the duty officer :: Erich Jaenke: :: Places his hand on the tank :: Kansas Kenickie: :::Grabs some coffee::: Gila Orrak: :: walking the corridors with her pack slung on her back :: Erich Jaenke: :: Hears her name in his mind :: That's pretty long. Erich Jaenke: :: Thinks of Keb, who seemed particularly struck by the events of this last mission :: Kansas Kenickie: ::Takes a seat next to matt:: Erich Jaenke: :: Gets his to go bag, looks for the Doctor, then bumps into her :: Oof! Cmdr JFarrington: ::wandering down the deck toward her quarters::: Callista Tyrel: :: taps panels and executes a program labeled...Garnoopy 1 diagnostic :: Gila Orrak: :: Really runs into him, pressing against him for an uncomfortably long moment :: Commander... My apologies. Annika Sorenson: ::talks with the techs on the surface, the tank for the aquatic seems to be in good order, glad they had advanced notice to cobble one together over the past few days:: Erich Jaenke: I was looking for you, but this is not what I meant. Gila Orrak: Oh I can think of worse run-ins. Erich Jaenke: :: blushes :: In our line of work yes. I was getting... Cmdr JFarrington: ::up the lift to the officers' quarters, steps out on that level, and continues on::: Gila Orrak: Your dose... :: pulls out a hypo :: Erich Jaenke: You carry that with you? Gila Orrak: Right next to the undetectable knife yes. :: Presses the cold hypospray tip into his neck :: Erich Jaenke: Oh, so cold. Gila Orrak: I've been told that. Erich Jaenke: :: They walk together towards the transport pads :: Kansas Kenickie: ::Empties the coffee cup and ads whiskey to the mug:: Erich Jaenke: :: Holds up a hand :: +Tyrel+ Is the engineering department secure? Callista Tyrel: :: walks over to the "Pool Table" and takes a look :: Callista Tyrel: + Jaenke + Yes , the ship is ready for a stay in orbit. I was just remaining here in case any issues cropped up with our guests’ transport. Amanda Davis PhD: :::stepping out of her office and moving to the sickbay lounge, not exactly expecting the smell of whisky:::: Callista Tyrel: ( ruh roh ) Amanda Davis PhD: ::putting her things aside, she fills her mug while saying::: Hello, Commander. BrenFaliver: ((Dramatic music)) Kansas Kenickie: +Erich+ Can you keep an eye on our people while you are on the planet.... I am going to stay on ship with the captain. Erich Jaenke: +Kenickie+ Are you sure. I can even keep my mind on them. Kansas Kenickie: +Erich+ just an eye... I don't want to make you uncomfortable with using your gifts. Amanda Davis PhD: :::settles into a chair in the physicians' lounge::: Erich Jaenke: +Kenickie+ Aye Commander. Kansas Kenickie: Yes Davis.. Erich Jaenke: +Tyrel+ Once they are down get yourself down. Spend time with Sorensen. I think you two are similar and would get along. Kansas Kenickie: You are free to go on shore leave... Callista Tyrel: + Jaenke + Copy...Buddy Buddy system..sure thing! :: smiles :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::Pats a chair::: Please. Have a seat and relax. Kansas Kenickie: :::Takes a seat::: yes? Amanda Davis PhD: Oh, I know that, Commander. I have too much to do to go ashore. Erich Jaenke: :: Talks to Orrak for their walk :: Kansas Kenickie: ::Sips her drink::: how can I help you Annika Sorenson: +Cargo Techs+. Yeah, okay sounds good. Whenever you guys are ready. Callista Tyrel: :: would like to find an establishment that serves Kanar :: Gila Orrak: These things happen Chief. People grow apart. Amanda Davis PhD: ::is a counselor and she does what counselors do:: Just sit and relax. Erich Jaenke: Yeah... yeah. I know. Life and all. Kansas Kenickie: ::Sicks back:: I am relaxed. Erich Jaenke: :: enters the transporter room :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::since there is no one else around::: Your husband is healing very well. Erich Jaenke: We can go down together and make sure things are settled on the planetside end. Cmdr JFarrington: ::::entering her quarters she settles in to write home::: Gila Orrak: Oh, sounds very romantic Chief. Gila Orrak: :: brightens :: You do know something of Cardassians.. Kansas Kenickie: We aren't married... we are just together. Amanda Davis PhD: Oh. My apologies. Amanda Davis PhD: But you are very concerned, and you have good reason to be. But he is healing more quickly than expected. Erich Jaenke: Do you wish me to start an argument with you, making an aggressive move against you to show my interest? Kansas Kenickie: >>>Pause Sim <<< Kansas Kenickie: >>>Pause Sim <<< Kansas Kenickie: >>>Pause Sim <<< Kansas Kenickie: nice game everyone!! Cmdr JFarrington: had a good time Kansas Kenickie: Any questions? Callista Tyrel: TBS? Kansas Kenickie: 12 minutes Cmdr JFarrington: ::chuckle:: Callista Tyrel: Okay and will our guests have been ...transported to the surface successfully or is that next week's episode? Annika Sorenson: I'd hope so Kansas Kenickie: maybe....... Kansas Kenickie: everyone is dismissed.

= /\ = USS MANTICORE BRIEFING, STARDATE 52004.06 = /\ = After the successful rescue of Commander Kenickie and Captain McFly the Manticore is heading to New Las Vegas. Their diversion there is two-fold: drop off the recently liberated prisoners from the clutches of Mork and get some needed R&R. This holds especially true for the Captain and first officer. Until they reach the planet both the Science and Engineering chiefs are sharing command. Erich Jaenke: BEGIN SIM Erich Jaenke: START SIM Erich Jaenke: AND NOW THE CONTINUATION… Amanda Davis PhD: ::sick bay, helping Dr Orrak:: Erich Jaenke: :: Erich was in a strange place... an awkward place :: Erich Jaenke: :: A special chair :: Erich Jaenke: :: Captain Jaenke? Erich thought aloud :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::at helm, zooming away from the Cardies::: Annika Sorenson: ::in the cargo bay, tending to the Aquatic:: Erich Jaenke: Helm, set course for New Las Vegas, warp 8. Amanda Davis PhD: ::Gila:: How is he doing, Doctor? Annika Sorenson: ::looking forward to some R&R in New Vegas:: Cmdr JFarrington: Setting course to New Las Vegas, aye. Warp 8. Gila Orrak: :: Looks at Amanda :: Well, he is stable for now, but, as Captains want to do, has likely not told me all he has gone through. Callista Tyrel: Commander Jaenke., with your permission I would like to look human again :: points to her Bajoran Nose :: May I visit sickbay? Erich Jaenke: It fits you, but sure. Permission granted. Callista Tyrel: Thank you. Maybe someday I will develop an alter ego with Gila's help :: smiles hand heads for the lift :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::sigh of relief::: Erich Jaenke: She is an alter ego. I can feel it. Callista Tyrel: :: enters lift and designates sickbay :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::Gila:: Surgical station is ready if needed. Gila Orrak: He's under a light sedative in case of some latent emotional trauma. He looks fine, but will need some time away from small space. Gila Orrak: I have implanted a monitoring device to record his medical data. It will tell me more without having him in my lab, err, medical care. Callista Tyrel: :: arrives at Sickbay and takes a seat bench in the waiting area :: Amanda Davis PhD: Yes, Doctor. Annika Sorenson: Hopefully, you should be transferred to another ship back to your homes once we arrive at New Las Vegas ::to the Xindis:: Erich Jaenke: :: to tactical or whoever relays information outside the ship :: Alert New Las Vegas for our need for the aquatic Xindi. Relay the water specifications. Surely they have a tank that can accommodate her. Cmdr JFarrington: :::scanning for anything following or attempting intercept:: Erich Jaenke: +Sorenson+ Let our guest know we are heading towards New Las Vegas. Callista Tyrel: :: looks around feeling her " nose " :: Annika Sorenson: +Erich+ Sure thing, I'm chatting with them now. Cmdr JFarrington: Aye, Sir. Gila Orrak: :: Wonders if she should have gotten permission for the implanted device. Well, no matter. Annika Sorenson: Yes, as you've heard we're arriving soon. It's been nice having you aboard, and I enjoyed our dinner, Tex. Callista Tyrel: :: stands and looks around sickbay :: Erich Jaenke: Also, let me know if we are being followed. Mork and his associates don't seem like the type to let things go. Erich Jaenke: :: Watches the starfield go by on the main viewer :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::turns and spots Callista and approaches her::: Hello Callista. I suppose you don't need that nose anymore? Gila Orrak: She wants ridges and a spoon in the middle of her head. Callista Tyrel: Oh hello Doctor. Yeah you guessed it. Plan B was not needed. :: smiles :: Gila Orrak: :: Gracefully traces the outlines of her own facial ridges :: Amanda Davis PhD: Well, then. Would you like the honors, Doctor, while I stand by the captain? Callista Tyrel: Gila..you sneak..:: giggles :: Gila Orrak: :: Goes up to Tyrel :: You would make an interestingly young Cardassian. Gila Orrak: :: Gestures to the biobed :: Gila Orrak: :: Readies a hypo :: Callista Tyrel: You know I had a question for you regarding...intelligence operatives...:: follows Gila's directions to the biobed :: Cmdr JFarrington: New Las Vegas replies affirmative. Gila Orrak: You think a doctor would know such things? Erich Jaenke: Good. It will take the good part of a day to get there, so we both have time. Annika Sorenson: I don't think I've ever been in New Vegas before, have I? ::ponders:: Annika Sorenson: I been to old Vegas. Amanda Davis PhD: :::standing by the captain to monitor his equipment::: Callista Tyrel: Eh...well.. Perhaps I am being naive to think your security background would help me with my question. Gila Orrak: :: Hypos Tyrel's neck :: Gila Orrak: :: Gets out a large scalpel :: Annika Sorenson: ::hopes she can tour around with Gila and Callista:: Callista Tyrel: I just thought that If I went to Bajor with this nose...they would scan me and find out who I am..... Gila Orrak: :: Puts the large knife away, gets out the dermal regen :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes scalpel and shuts up :: Gila Orrak: The Bajorans would not scan you unless you pose a threat. Cmdr JFarrington: Changing course to evade possible hostiles, Commander. Annika Sorenson: ::checks the aquatic's water and salinity levels as well as her general health:: Callista Tyrel: :: remains still and listens :: Erich Jaenke: Really? Better safe than sorry. Gila Orrak: You'd have to play the hapless sucker. Meaning someone who appears to not know what's going on. Naive seems your strong suit. Callista Tyrel: I have a lot to learn..Hence I ask questions. Gila Orrak: Some people can come into a situation with a commanding presence. Gila Orrak: :: Flicking a regen over her nose :: Callista Tyrel: :: listens :: Erich Jaenke: :: Feels the stress Keb has been under, even while she slept in her quarters :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::the captain seems relaxed, his vitals are improving:: Gila Orrak: That being said. You have to get your story straight, no matter what role you play. Gila Orrak: Could you play my daughter for example? Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Gila :: I never asked you your age...But I think I'd be too old for that. Gila Orrak: I mean you are hardly old enough, meaning I am too young, but could you convince others? Gila Orrak: You have to make the lie more believable than the truth. Callista Tyrel: This vessel is going to require me to do unconventional things....so I guess lying will come with it Erich Jaenke: :: The bridge started to lean.. wait a minute. Erich started to lean. He was getting tired, the stress of the mind application from the aquatic was playing tricks with his mind hours after the incident :: Gila Orrak: Life, if a life worth living, requires unconventional people. Cmdr JFarrington: ::catches the commander's exhaustion out of the corner of her eye, and she wonders if she should strap him in::: Erich Jaenke: With great empathy comes great empathic pain... Callista Tyrel: So have I regained my ....original looks? :: smiles :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::glance at Erich::: Commander, are you okay? Erich Jaenke: Tired is all Commander. Cmdr JFarrington: Aye, Commander. Understandable. ::monitoring the helm console as she talks::: Erich Jaenke: +Manticore+ This is Chief Jaenke, currently in command. Mark your betting pools. We are heading out to New Las Vegas. Short leave will be done in rotations. Be advised we may not be out of the Space Woods yet, so remain alert and vigilant to any repercussions from our last mission. Jaenke out. Callista Tyrel: :: listens to Erich :: He sounds tired. Erich Jaenke: Oh my, I should have the computer auto-correct me. I know the comms can do that. Cmdr JFarrington: :::and he seems awake enough::: Gila Orrak: He needs a good... Hmm, probably a good rest. Gila Orrak: Almost there Tyrel. Gila Orrak: :: Gets a mirror out, makes an adjustment :: Callista Tyrel: :: remains still :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::and the captain is improving, though only a little::: Erich Jaenke: ACTION: Tyrel's reflection appears in the mirror, complete with the Cardassian ridges upon Tyrel's face Doctor Orrak was joking about earlier. Callista Tyrel: Gila!!!! Gila Orrak: What do you think.. of my trick mirror? Gila Orrak: Go and feel your face.. Callista Tyrel: :: instinctively feels her nose :: Amanda Davis PhD: :::looks over, hearing the shout::: Erich Jaenke: ACTION: Only Tyrel's reflection looked Cardassian. Amanda Davis PhD: :::then bites her lip to keep from laughing:: Callista Tyrel: :: exhales and she gets up :: good grief..what ...a mirror. Erich Jaenke: :: Jerks awake at someone down in sickbay and their emotional reaction :: Callista Tyrel: :: blushes as she noticed she kind of screamed a bit :: Callista Tyrel: I guess that was priceless. Gila Orrak: Embedded sensor in the display itself. It has to prototype. You know your own face better than anyone else. Gila Orrak: While you are here, let me get some baseline scans in. Gila Orrak: I should get everyone in for one before they head to the planet. Cmdr JFarrington: :::senses Erich trying not to fall asleep::: Callista Tyrel: :: does a quick Picard Maneuver :: Okay....oh btw...Let me know if you want to go out on this Station we are heading to... Cmdr JFarrington: :::and knows his just a tad telepathic:: Gila Orrak: We should go in three's. Myself, you and that Sorrenson girl Erich Jaenke: :: laughs :: Callista Tyrel: Indeed once Annika is free..indeed. Cmdr JFarrington: ::smirk::: Erich Jaenke: Oh, I think my medication is non-existent. Gila Orrak: She is still swimming with our guest, last I checked.. Cmdr JFarrington: ::checking the console::: Not surprised Commander. It's been a long few days. Erich Jaenke: The stars... :: he looked longingly at the passing starfield :: Annika Sorenson: ::smiles and peers at the Aquatic:: I hope we were a good host and took care of you well. Wish you the best... Gila Orrak: Captain and Commander should remain together, with one.. no two security. Callista Tyrel: Okay I will ...get out now..you two look busy. I'll try to catch up with Annika. Thanks for the ...laughs and my nose. :: exits :: Erich Jaenke: Commander, are there any space facilities at New Las Vegas? Erich Jaenke: I mean for the ship, not a rest stop. Cmdr JFarrington: Aye, sir. There are quite a few. Want me to register for one? Annika Sorenson: I wonder if we're almost there yet. Cmdr JFarrington: :::chuckle::: Aye, sir. Knew what you meant. Erich Jaenke: Yes, the ship needs an external audit. Erich Jaenke: ACTION: A small craft, way out of long-range sensors, also sets a course for NLV Cmdr JFarrington: :::tappity tap:: External audit it is, just so we don't fall apart. Cmdr JFarrington: Don't believe we had much damage, Commander. She's not your normal starship. Erich Jaenke: You don't want to repair a starship with a bent spanner. Erich Jaenke: No, most don't have a cloak. Cmdr JFarrington: No, sir. Sure don't. Callista Tyrel: :: arrives at the Cargo Bay facility with the Aquatic :: Hello Lt. Is our guest alright? Gila Orrak: Shame she did not want to be a Cardassian.. so much I could teach her. Cmdr JFarrington: And.... we have a berthing for external audit. Callista Tyrel: :: walks up to Annika Sorenson :: Annika Sorenson: Hey, sorry.. She's doing well. We're almost at New Vegas, yes? Cmdr JFarrington: Uh... and they're saying we need to pay more? Erich Jaenke: Pay more? I thought this was a Federation locale. Erich Jaenke: Pay the Federation credits. Callista Tyrel: Close. Close. We are in comm Range, I know that. Cmdr JFarrington: It is Federation, Commander. And I'm pretty sure I know who's in charge. He likes to joke. A lot. And drink beer. Callista Tyrel: :: looks at the Tank :: I wonder how they are going to do the transport. Gila Orrak: (large plastic bag filled with water) Annika Sorenson: Awesome. I imagine the same way we transpired her up here. Callista Tyrel: I hope it has not been too traumatic for ...her? Annika Sorenson: Have you been to New Vegas before? I've never been. Annika Sorenson: I hope not either, but it didn't seem that way. Gila Orrak: Doctor Davis, is it? You think I would make a good looking human? Gila Orrak: :: shudders :: Callista Tyrel: No.. Manticore is my first assignment so....I have only been where this ship has been and at the academy. :: places hand on transparent segment of tank...very very gently :: Annika Sorenson: Ahh, same for me too. Though I’ve been to old Vegas plenty of times. Erich Jaenke: :: to NOiP :: You know, the motions of the ship, the sound of the engines... all very relaxing. Cmdr JFarrington: :::returns the comment::: Cmdr JFarrington: Yep... I know who it is. LtCdr Wallawitz. Likes to pick on anyone he knows. Erich Jaenke: It pains me to know so much about what the ship is doing right now. Callista Tyrel: I guess she will be in witness protection until somehow we can reunite her with her people. Annika Sorenson: Perhaps. I wasn't told too much as to where she'll go. I hope she'll be able to get back to her own world. Erich Jaenke: +Sickbay+ Doctor Gila? Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ It's Orrak. My medication wearing off? Amanda Davis PhD: :::checking on the captain, and he seems to be sleeping soundly::: Erich Jaenke: +sickbay+ Yes, make it a double Amanda Davis PhD: ::it must be the hum of the ship::: Callista Tyrel: I guess home back to The Xindi System.. but maybe she doesn't want to. :: wishes she could communicate with the aquatic...a sense of ...let us know if we can help you where you want to go :: Erich Jaenke: << Prepare to pause, last words, update your wills >> Erich Jaenke: +Sickbay+ I think so. Callista Tyrel: Well I am going to need a drink when we get some leave. care to join me? Annika Sorenson: ::Stands next to Callista:: But, I'm sure she'll be okay. I talked with the people on the ship that will be taking her and gave her all the info I have on how to care for her. They seemed knowledgeable and caring enough. That's my hope. Gila Orrak: +bridge+ Be right up. Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: =/\==/\=PAUSE SIM=/\==/\= Cmdr JFarrington: Thank you Annika Sorenson: Of course. I'll be happy to. Hopefully, we'll have chance to go shopping, and touring while we're there... and of course hit the slots Annika Sorenson: ::paused:: Callista Tyrel: :: paused :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::looks to Erich::: Erich Jaenke: Comments from the J. Crew? Callista Tyrel: Gila gets props for a great prank Cmdr JFarrington: None here. Gila Orrak: Mirror mirror in my hand.. Annika Sorenson: That was funny yes. Erich Jaenke: Space mirrors Cmdr JFarrington: Creative. Erich Jaenke: Next week we all crash on the planet.. I mean we crash.. at the planet Erich Jaenke: Questions? Cmdr JFarrington: Will we have ice cream? Erich Jaenke: No, only frozen yogurt, or whatever the Rebel confection is made of. Erich Jaenke: If not keep hydrated and keep 1.83 meters away from each other. Callista Tyrel: oh whoops dismissed? Erich Jaenke: Dismissed. Erich Jaenke: :: night cleaning crew comes in ::

USS Manticore Briefing, Stardate 52003.30 Manticore was sent to the Huron sector near the Romulan neutral zone border to entertain a wealthy Ferengi named Mork so his sector will remain open for Federation use and out of Romulan hands. Mork insisted upon a fancy dinner for his new envoy. His choice of cuisine was shocking to say the least. Consulting with the top brass was futile because their moral compass was clouded by politics. An away mission discovered a secret basement filled with alien prisoners. The crew devised an escape plan and successfully freed everyone without a hitch. Unfortunately, McFly and Kenickie have been drugged by Mork and were auctioned off to the highest bidder. The crew attempted to follow and find and rescue them. Commander Kenickie escaped from the Klingon ship. Captain McFly is still held hostage by a Cardassian starship. Manticore is presently in hot pursuit to rescue him. Kansas Kenickie: Begin Sim Kansas Kenickie: Begin Sim Kansas Kenickie: begin simmmmmmm Callista Tyrel: :: rubs her brow..a bit fatigued after all the action but then looks at Commander Kenickie in that pink....dress? oh my :: Erich Jaenke: :: On the bridge in the seat next to the Captain's chair :: BrenFaliver: ::Standing near the bridge Science station:: Gila Orrak: :: Hears of Kenickie's arrival :: Kansas Kenickie: Scan the area for McFly's locator chip. Cmdr JFarrington: :::sick bay, doing what she can::: Erich Jaenke: :: Looks to Bren :: Kansas Kenickie: :::walks to the center of the Bridge, dress swooshing::: Callista Tyrel: Commander...the Captain? :: notes the blood on the dress...:: You injured? Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ What is Kenickie's condition? BrenFaliver: Locator Chip, Commander? We last tried his combadge and got.... a comedy of errors. Kansas Kenickie: Yeah, I am alright.... it's not my blood. Amanda Davis PhD: ::working around sick bay, making sure everything is set up properly::: Kansas Kenickie: There is a location chip in his arm.... it should help us find him and/or locate the ship. Amanda Davis PhD: :::wondering why she was attached to a covert ops ship::: Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ I wanted so much to look on the inside of Commander Kenickie. Callista Tyrel: I would be responsible for those errors. Sorry . BrenFaliver: What material is the chip made of? It'll help me narrow the sweep considerably. Amanda Davis PhD: ::she's a psychiatrist and a neurosurgeon, for goodness sakes:: Kansas Kenickie: look in his medical file, it should have all that mumbo-jumbo in it Erich Jaenke: :: Slowly regaining his senses :: I will attempt a scan. :: Goes to the console and does a wide-field scan a few light-years out :: Callista Tyrel: + Gila + Tyrel here. She appears alright....she will need a change perhaps. Gila Orrak: +Tyrel+ Disposition? Cmdr JFarrington: ::exits sick bay, enters the lift:: Bridge. Gila Orrak: +Bridge+ Farrington is coming up there. What is Jaenke's condition? Cmdr JFarrington: :::steps out onto the bridge and replaces the junior officer at helm:: Kansas Kenickie: Erich.... you OK? or do you need to go to sickbay. Gila Orrak: :: Eyes Doc Davis :: Erich Jaenke: The aquatic steamrolled my mind. I will recover. Erich Jaenke: I was here to merely take command if need be. Erich Jaenke: I am getting nothing on sensors, but that could be for many reasons. Kansas Kenickie: I sure you did better then I am ::Smirks:: BrenFaliver: ::muttered:: This medical record makes no damn sense.... ::normal:: Erich, here are some mineral profiles that may be relevant Annika Sorenson: ::in the cargo bay, keeping tabs on the Xindi Aquatic:: Erich Jaenke: Narrowing the search. Erich Jaenke: We can raise the gain, but that will raise the noise. Kansas Kenickie: punch it up and find my Man Callista Tyrel: I can work on that Chief... :: tries working with bandwidth on the long range scanners :: Erich Jaenke: We will lose real-time scans while it compares scans to compensate. Cmdr JFarrington: Copy, Commander. Punching it up. Kansas Kenickie: take power from wherever you can if you need to. Callista Tyrel: Rerouting Commander... Erich Jaenke: Shall we request other ships join in the scan? Erich Jaenke: :: Sitting in the aft of the bridge working at a reconfigured station :: Kansas Kenickie: No..... we are on a solo mission here Cmdr JFarrington: ::keeping track of whatever is found when it is found::: Kansas Kenickie: :::Paces and swooshes:: Callista Tyrel: :: looks up from a small assistant position next to Jaenke :: Gila Orrak: sickbay: So far no one to save. Good thing some are afraid of my handiwork. Kansas Kenickie: that Cardassian ship couldn't have gotten too far. Callista Tyrel: :: To Erich :: We have those warp trails and impulse wakes...Cardassian vessels do not have cloaks? Do they? Amanda Davis PhD: :::sighs, approaching Gila:: Everything is set on my end. Anything else you need me to work on, or can I finish my observations? Erich Jaenke: Not to my knowledge. Gila Orrak: We are set. You may observe away. Gila Orrak: :: Will need to watch her, observing my forehead :: Kansas Kenickie: our plan was terrible. Cmdr JFarrington: :::Kansas::: Warp speed, ma'am? Slow it down? Kansas Kenickie: fast as you can. Annika Sorenson: ::nods and heads to the science lab, leaving the aquatic under the care of the scientists in the bay:: Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Punching it. Amanda Davis PhD: Thank you, Doctor. I have too many papers to finish. Well, not exactly papers, but it's work. Callista Tyrel: :: looks at Erich :: You ever have someone under your command beam back two combadges in one mission? Amanda Davis PhD: :::she enters her office and sits to finish several things::: Erich Jaenke: Yes, they are not infallible. Kansas Kenickie: have we picked up any signals? Callista Tyrel: Thank you. :: smiles briefly :: BrenFaliver: ::Looks at Callista with his jaw a little agape:: That was cold. Annika Sorenson: ::enters the science lab:: Callista Tyrel: :: feels a bit rattled :: Cmdr JFarrington: :::checking all areas, just so they don't plow into an asteroid::: Erich Jaenke: :: Feels the emotions on the bridge from the people around him. Pushes it out of his mind :: Gila Orrak: I am going to check on the Commander. Would not be the first time command dismissed an injury. Kansas Kenickie: Action> A faint Cardassian signal can be picked up. Annika Sorenson: ::is informed the chief is up on the bridge, and decides to head up there to lend a hand if needed:: Amanda Davis PhD: ::as her door is open, she replies:: Yes, Doctor. I'll be here. Callista Tyrel: Sir...:: points to something for Erich :: Annika Sorenson: ::arrives onto the bridge and takes Science II:: Kansas Kenickie: Annoying Karl> I bet the Captain is ground chuck by now. Erich Jaenke: We have something that conforms to known Cardassian engine outputs.. Cmdr JFarrington: :::checks her console, then adjusts their heading::: Kansas Kenickie: ::Smiles:: let's head that way as fast as we can, eh? Gila Orrak: :: Enters the bridge, seeing there's a party going on :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Max warp, ma'am? Might be a dead giveaway. Cmdr JFarrington: ::leaves out that we might just crash into it:: Kansas Kenickie: max warp.... I like to make a splash. Annika Sorenson: ::checks scanner readings from her console:: Callista Tyrel: :: notes Gila's entry and nods :: Gila Orrak: :: Gets out her phaser, err, medical scanner :: Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Moving to max warp. Making a splash. Gila Orrak: :: Gets close, but not too close to Kenikie and scans :: Callista Tyrel: What are the odds of a Human being on a Cardassian ship Chief? Erich Jaenke: Cardassian vessels are not particularly efficient. Gila Orrak: :: huffs :: Amanda Davis PhD: ::steps out of her office to check on the injured::: Erich Jaenke: Not much, but her mind is very... interesting. Annika Sorenson: ::Smiles:: Kansas Kenickie: :::gets a towel and cleans up her hands... only:: Gila Orrak: I heard that Chief engineer...things you will not find out. :: the scanner whirls and beeps :: Callista Tyrel: :: notes the Klingon blood on the Pink Dress of the Commander,s has an interesting color pattern to it :: Cmdr JFarrington: ::total focus on her console, checking OPS every now and then::: Annika Sorenson: ::also notices this:: Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: She has been trained to block mental attempts, but it is fun to try. Callista Tyrel: What about the Captain? :: to Erich :: Callista Tyrel: :: can sense the Manticore ...at very high warp :: Erich Jaenke: What about him exactly? :: He asks, training the computer to keep a lock on the signal :: Kansas Kenickie: Action> Cardassian ship isn't moving that fast.... arrogant spoon-heads::: Cmdr JFarrington: Approaching the Cardassian vessel, ma'am. Callista Tyrel: Do you think he will be alright? :: a bit worried :: Erich Jaenke: +Sorenson+ How is our swimming patient? Kansas Kenickie: Slow us down, lets see if we can steal our man back... maybe their shields are down. Annika Sorenson: She's doing well ::back on the bridge:: Healthy, and she seems to be in good spirits. She's in the care of our competent officers down in the cargo bay Cmdr JFarrington: Slowing to warp 8. Amanda Davis PhD: ::Moving from one bed to another, directing nurses, checking the psychiatric ward::: Erich Jaenke: +Sorenson I will speak with her after this is over. Erich Jaenke: I think he will do all he can to stay alive. Annika Sorenson: Sounds good. Kansas Kenickie: does anyone know how our guests are doing.... I forgot about them. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Erich concerned :: Are you sure you don't want to have someone ....able to handle the load....to talk to the Aquatic? Gila Orrak: They are fine Commander. Annika Sorenson: Our Xindi guests? They're fine. Cmdr JFarrington: ::slight adjustment around a few asteroids:: Cmdr JFarrington: ::no one likes a broken asteroid... or a broken ship::: Kansas Kenickie: Scan for McFly's chip... Annika Sorenson: They're physically fine, anyway. Erich Jaenke: We, she entered my mind to boost my ability... so I'd like to know more about that. Callista Tyrel: oh. :: quiets :: Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: I did not know they had mental abilities. Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Maintaining warp 8. Recommend warp 7 for a good look. Erich Jaenke: :: to Tyrel :: Relax, I can feel your anxiety. Kansas Kenickie: lets go to 5... lets not over-shoot. Cmdr JFarrington: Yes, ma'am. Dropping to warp 5. ::puts on the brakes:: Callista Tyrel: :: bites her lip a bit :: aye sir. Gila Orrak: :: to Kenickie :: You are fine now, but visit sickbay when you can. Callista Tyrel: I have the Captain's chip ...resonance frequency inputed in all scanners, Chief. Kansas Kenickie: Annoying Karl> I bet they ate him already. Erich Jaenke: :: Keeping a lock, watching the viewer :: Erich Jaenke: :: nods :: Kansas Kenickie: Action> Callista gets a Ping!::: Cmdr JFarrington: ::Karl:: Careful ENSIGN. They'll take a bite out of you. And if they don't, I will. Gila Orrak: :: under her breath :: Paralysis in Karl's future... Callista Tyrel: I have the Captain's chip ! :: says a bit excitedly :: Callista Tyrel: :: reads of bearing heading to the bridge crew :: Kansas Kenickie: Karl> I bet with ketchup. Annika Sorenson: ::looks at the sensor readings:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Perks up:: are we close enough to get him Cmdr JFarrington: ::tap...tap tap:: Ensign Karl, do your duty and give us an aim on that ship. Callista Tyrel: :: looks to Erich :: Can we snag him at this speed? Erich Jaenke: Tyrel, if you like later I can help you recognize any points of worry and how to deal with it. I'm not a counselor, but I can't not blank out a person's mind. Erich Jaenke: No, not at warp. Amanda Davis PhD: ::finishing her rounds, she settles down to other duties::: Kansas Kenickie: ::Curses:: Callista Tyrel: :: does an internal ouch :: Gila Orrak: :: goes to leave the bridge and head back to sickbay:: Kansas Kenickie: ::Glances back at Erich:: Really? Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Commander, recommend doing a swing to the. Cardassian's aft. They'll never know what happened. Erich Jaenke: When I'm not medicated yes. Kansas Kenickie: Get us as close as we can, then beam him into sickbay. Erich Jaenke: Once they drop out of warp we can attempt an extraction. Kansas Kenickie: I believe you can do it at that speed. Callista Tyrel: Configuring our scans...to do a dual verification of sorts...Human and Captain's chip. :: taps console :: Gila Orrak: :: Just before she entered the lift door she thought, for a moment, that Kenickie was talking about her caboose. :: Gila Orrak: :: looks up :: sickbay. Erich Jaenke: Yes. Full power to transporters. Callista Tyrel: Full Power Aye sir. Cmdr JFarrington: ::Kansas:: Ma'am, if we match the Cardassian speed, we should be able to..... ::adjusts the speed::: Kansas Kenickie: ::balls her hands into fists:: beam him over when you feel ready Erich Amanda Davis PhD: ::has a strange feeling and exits her office::: Erich Jaenke: The closer the better for the confinement beam.. Erich Jaenke: Almost there... Erich Jaenke: :: watching his indicator :: Cmdr JFarrington: Approaching Cardie, matching velocity, steady as she goes. Erich Jaenke: And.... beaming now! Kansas Kenickie: :::Paused Sim::: Kansas Kenickie: Cliffhanger wasn't my fault :-P Kansas Kenickie: Any questions that I don't know the answers too? Amanda Davis PhD: None here. Kansas Kenickie: Thank you Jami & Amanda for Popping in tonight and helping out Cmdr JFarrington: Had a great time. Amanda Davis PhD: Same here. Callista Tyrel: thanks guys! Kansas Kenickie: if there are no questions everyone is dismissed.

Meritorious Achievement Award The Meritorious Achievement Award is presented to a simmer who has exhibited excellence in log writing. This award may be given for: detailed and creative knowledge of Trek lore that is integrated into the sim, a conscientious effort and obvious work, emotional and/or dramatic content relevant to the sim, humor. Nominations for this award may come from the crew or command staff. Current members of Manticore who have received this award are (in alphabetical order): Atragon-9 (6) Chalice, Vilanne (5) Escher, Malcolm (4) Farrington, Jami (9) Garnoopy (4) Jaenke, Erich (1) Jaz, Eva (3) Mele, Kyle (1) Precip, Mitar (3) Roget, Margaux (2) Sovak (2) Syndrx, Ian (1) T'Prise (5) t'Tamarak, Jaiysa (7) Vakhtang Dalsazashvili (2)

It's time to plan for Shore Leave East, being held this year August 3 to 5 in Hunt Valley, MD. This is NOT a Star Trek Simulation Forum function. Every year a few of us plan our vacations and meet at this fan-run convention for an informal get-together. We have no set schedule and no planned formal events except for those provided by the convention itself. Everyone is responsible for his/her own transportation, room, and board. Full information on Shore Leave 34 in Hunt Valley, MD can be found at www.shore-leave.com. I'll be there!

COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you? COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer. ABBOTT: Mac? COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou. ABBOTT: Your computer? COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one. ABBOTT: Mac? COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou. ABBOTT: What about Windows? COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here? ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows? COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows? ABBOTT: Wallpaper. COSTELLO: Never mind the windows... I need a computer and software. ABBOTT: Software for Windows? COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have? ABBOTT: Office. COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything? ABBOTT: I just did. COSTELLO: You just did what? ABBOTT: Recommend something. COSTELLO: You recommended something? ABBOTT: Yes. COSTELLO: For my office? ABBOTT: Yes. COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office? ABBOTT: Office. COSTELLO: Yes, for my office! ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.. COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want t o type a proposal. What do I need? ABBOTT: Word. COSTELLO: What word? ABBOTT: Word in Office. COSTELLO: The only word in office is office. ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows. COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows? ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'. COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'w' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with? ABBOTT: Money. COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have? ABBOTT: Money. COSTELLO: I need money to track my money? ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer. COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer? ABBOTT: Money. COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer? ABBOTT: Yes. No extra charge. COST ELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much? ABBOTT: One copy. COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money? ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money. COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money? ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT! (A few days later) ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you? COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off? ABBOTT: Click on 'START'.............

The Manticore has reached Earth and found it devastated! Over 85% of the planet's land mass was bombarded from space by meteors causing almost total eradication of life on the planet. Small pockets of humanity survive and Manticore is performing a sensor sweep of the surface to get a complete analysis. After scouring communications frequencies thoroughly, one faint Extremely Low Frequency (ELF) signal, used by the military until the late 21st century, coming from a secure Federation C&C outpost in Alice Springs, Australia. Their tale was one of a massive ship that hurled asteroids from space to bombard the planet. After a long visit and debriefing we find that they may be the only remnant of Starfleet left and that USS Manticore is the only known surviving ship. The commanding officer at Alice Springs tasked Manticore with retrieving a super-weapon from Distare 27, a base so secret even those in Special Operations task force don't know about it. Upon arriving we find out that the weapon is a "matter compactor" - it removes all space from between the atoms in matter and shrinks it to infinitesimal size without creating a black hole. The weapon was installed, Manticore returned to earth and left behind any crew who wished to do so, hoping they could repopulate the earth. After a dramatic soliloquy, Admiral Atragon ordered the Manticore to leave orbit and pursue the unknown enemy, meeting them before they return to complete the destruction. As we search for the enemy, a strange coincidence occurs. When some of the security team make a case that we should focus our weapons on the original attack in time, not the source, weapons expert Hyram Jenkins, formerly of the Distare 27 base, informs us that the weapon also has a time-travel factor. After picking up the crew previously left on earth, Manticore traveled back in time, but the trip was lack-luster, leaving the crew wondering whether we did, in fact, actually travel back in time. Finding the earth intact, we turned and met the enemy, a large conical ship filled with asteroids poised to bombard the planet. The super-weapon was engaged, the alien ship was destroyed, but the asteroids are still on their destructive course. It seems that the weapon compacts artificially created objects, but not naturally occurring objects. Now, with the assistance of deployed fighters, Manticore is destroying or deflecting as many asteroids as it can before they reach earth's atmosphere.

Game Master CO (GM) - TMir Game Master XO (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Dana Los Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - Karl A Schultz Assistant Engineering Office (AENG2) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - TKAR USS Avenger (post-Voy Miranda-class frigate) currently drifting helplessly in space, the victim of a Breen hit and run attack during a cadet cruise. Main power is down, the hull has large chunks missing but emergency bulkheads are in place and holding. Several of the instructors are dead or missing, requiring the cadets to step up to the plate. 120214.txt

=/= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #698, STARDATE 51202.13 =/= Thanks to a secret component of our already secretive new weapon, the Manticore will be able to go back in time to face Earth's enemy and stop them before they can damage our homeworld. We have just arrived back at Earth, in the present, to collect the crew members who stayed on the surface to help with rescue operations. Once they are onboard and Security can assess the original attack for a weakness we can exploit, it is Back To The Past! 120213.txt

=/\==/\= STSF ACADEMY =/\==/\= =/\==/\= 2/7/2012=/\==/\= Game Master (GM) - TMir Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Jylliene Helm/Operations Officer (HOPS) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Jorahl Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - trinity Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - TKAR USS Avenger (post-Voy Miranda-class frigate) is currently enroute to Ord Centaurus for a routine port call when the warranty runs out. 120207.txt

=/\= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #697, STARDATE 51202.06 =/\= The Manticore collected all data on the attack on Earth that had been collected by the last operational Federation base under Alice Springs and has left orbit to seek out the enemy at their home. We have headed out on a general direction from the visual records of the attack, but we are hoping that Science can give us a specific target from the analysis of the data. In the meantime, a strange coincidence occurs when Hyram Jenkins offers us a way to travel back in time just after some of the Security team make a case that we should focus our weapons on the original attack in time, not source. 120206.txt

CO --> STSF Dacotah (MIA) XO --> STSF Atragon OPS --> CmdrJFarrington CENG --> STSF Borgette CMO --> TKAR CSCI --> Lerak trPexil CSEC --> VincentDark ==/===== ACADEMY BRIEFING =====/== The USS Pegasus (Nebula Class) is monitoring a spatial anomoly that is affecting the gravity in an entire sector of space. 120201.txt

::blink:: 2387? Do I wanna know, Crash? And so much for not letting the cat outta the bag.

I remember when I first began simming - back in the dark ages, of course - I often wondered if the logs I wrote mattered. As a novice (read: No0b), they were stilted and mostly stupid (yeah, well, some still are), but the CO said I had to write if I wanted a promotion. Did I want a promotion? You betcha! So I wrote. It's been ::whistle:: years since I wanted a promotion, of course. And I'm sure there are many here who are in the same boat (pun not intended). But I still write logs. Why? One answer is that I do it because I love writing. I enjoy embellishing the plot, developing my characters, and fleshing out other parts of the ship, yadda, yadda. But there is another really big reason why I write, one that is often overlooked. A player asked me recently, "Is anyone ever going to read this? Anyone besides my CO, and maybe a few members of my crew?" The resounding answer is yes! When new people come through the academy, especially those in the academies I frequent (which are most of 'em, btw, whether as GM or undercover), I always ask what games they are drawn to and why. Many new players say they're drawn to a certain game because of the player logs. So, yes! Your logs are important, not only to your own character development but to people looking for new sims. Log on!

And speaking of logs... Writers and editors among us should relate to this, from Non Sequitur Comic Strip:

=/\==/\= STSF ACADEMY =/\==/\= =/\==/\= 1/31/2012=/\==/\= Game Master (GM) - TMir Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Helm/Operations Officer (HOPS) - Jylliene Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Jorahl Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - trinity Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - John Randall Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - TKAR Brief: USS Serenity (post-Voy Danube-class runabout) is currently in a large grassy clearing n a Class-M (Earth-type) planet...with a smoking impulse drive, and amber flashy lights on several consoles inside. The entire crew is aboard. The HOPS panel is showing multiple faults and alarms. 120131.txt

=/\= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #696, STARDATE 51201.30 =/\= The Manticore has collected all data on the attack on Earth that had been collected by the last operational Federation base under Alice Springs. We are preparing to leave orbit and seek out the enemy at their source and use the matter compactor to wipe them out before they can return to Earth and finish the job they almost completed on their first "visit." 120130.txt

The Mark of Job As Manticore slipped into orbit, the planet looming on the viewscreen looked more like Vulcan than Earth, except that Vulcan was not so desolate. Deep chasms from orbital strafing and craters pitted the landscape. Verdant forests, rolling plains, and bustling cities had become barren wastelands torn by tornadic winds reminiscent of a nuclear winter. But here was no nuclear winter. There had been no nuclear blast, but something far worse, the likes of which had never been experienced by or from any known species in the galaxy. And just how many species were left was in question, but Jami wasn’t about to go there. They only knew that Manticore and the super-weapon she carried was the only thing standing between Earth’s survival and total annihilation. Alice Springs, Australia, was a shining jewel of an oasis by Australian standards. Now she was the only jewel, the last outpost remaining, and an oasis by any standard. Nestled in the center of the Australian continent, Starfleet had chosen it to build a keep, a bastion of last resort. Buried beneath the sun-baked surface lay Starfleet’s secure command center, one that would withstand the most powerful attack envisioned. And they had met the test; they were the remnants of the Federation on Earth, possibly in the entire quadrant. When Manticore first arrived 16 days ago, communications with the surface were nil but for one Extremely Low Frequency band signal, sporadic and weak. ELF band communication, used by the military until the early 22nd century, came as somewhat of a surprise, though a welcome one. It meant that someone might have survived, and that the chances the survivors were military were strong, though uncertain. That it came from Alice Springs was encouraging. “This is C&C, transmit Secure ID.” Silence fell. Heads snapped. It took a few moments before Atragon responded. “This is Manticore. Stand by for code.” “Manticore, your SID is confirmed. Who am I speaking with?” “This is Admiral Atragon-9, what happened here and who are you?” “Commander Pruitt, in charge of the Secure C&C base here in Alice Springs.” A familiar name, confirmed by Manticore’s voice verification system. “We had no warning and no defense,” continued Pruitt. “Suddenly the sensors detected a massive asteroid field coming at us from all directions. We destroyed thousands of those damn rocks, but they just kept coming at us. It was all over in less than a day. No communications, no ransom, no demands or threats, just... destruction.They were just this cloud of rocks, but they had been driven here - we have no doubt. This wasn't a random act.” … and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. [Job 1:19] Atragon finally broke a stunned silence. “Commander, do you need us to bring your team aboard?” “No, Admiral. We are relatively unharmed here, but we are some of the lucky few, as far as we can tell. Our power sources are at a minimum for now, but we do need your help with a mission. We have a secret base on Distare-27 that has been developing a new weapons system. We think the attackers may not be done with us and this weapon is our best hope of protecting what is left of the planet.” What is left of the planet. But what use was it to preserve that which already seemed dead? And yet, here they were, USSManticore, to their knowledge the only starship left, bearing a weapon beyond imagining to defeat an enemy beyond imagining, one that could command the very substance of space to pummel a planet into submission. I only am escaped.... Footsteps echoed in the sparse bay of the command center as they hastened toward Commander Pruitt’s command complex. Desperation and anxiety visible in the expressions of the few remaining Federation personnel cast an almost palpable mantle, and Jami wondered if those few might be the only ones remaining on the planet. Suddenly Atragon’s private words made sense. “We cannot stay here. If we get into a shooting war with... whoever... we can't sit still. We have to move, to bob and weave, take evasive actions. What happens if we get a clear line of sight for a shot and the weapon works too well? We may wipe out the enemy that came to destroy Earth and destroy Earth ourselves. That cannot be allowed to happen. “We will not sit here and wait... wait for an enemy that may not come back... wait for someone who could come back with something we cannot defeat with this terrible weapon... wait for someone who could make us slip up and become the worst villains in history. “We must take fight to the enemy.” ...and succeed. Or die trying, leaving earth and the rest of the system defenseless. For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me. ~Job 3:25

Move over, Ms. Kitteh. The ultimate kitteh is in production, coming to a home near you! Okay, so maybe they aren't coming to a home near you, but one with immunity to FIV and glows in the dark? Awesome!

Yeah, that's where I first saw it. The NGEO one was cuter, too.

Game Master (GM) - TMir Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Helm/Operations/Tactical Officer (THOPS) - Capt "Crash" Calestorm Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Jorahl Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - John Randall Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Jylliene Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - TKAR Brief: USS Serenity (post-Voy Danube-class runabout) is enroute to the USS Avenger returning from a Command and Staff conference at Cold Station 13 when they come across a chroniton field that turns out to be a derelict USS DeForest Kelley, Kelvin Class, 125 years old. They have hard docked and are about to investigate. TBC next week. 120124.txt

=/\= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #695, STARDATE 51201.23 =/\= The Manticore has just returned to Earth orbit with a new super weapon that can protect what is left of humanity from its mysterious enemy, if they decide to return. The weapon is a dangerous "matter compactor" that will affect any artificial or enhanced material and remove all the "spaces" inside the atomic structure, thus compressing the matter to an inert, compact mass. Just before leaving the Distare-27 base, a stowaway secretd himself on the ship, the lead engineer on the project, Hyram Jenkins. 120123.txt

=/\= USS MANTICORE BRIEFING #694, STARDATE 51201.16 =/\= The Manticore is at the secret Federation base on Distare-27 and has just completed installation of a new super weapon that can protect what is left of humanity from its mysterious enemy, if they decide to return. The weapon is a dangerous "matter compactor" that will affect any artificial or enhanced material and remove all the "spaces" inside the atomic structure, thus compressing the matter to an inert, compact mass. 120116.txt

=/\==/\= STSF ACADEMY =/\==/\= =/\==/\= 1/17/2012=/\==/\= Game Master (GM) - TMir Game Master (GM) - Cmdr JFarrington Mission Commanding Officer (MCO) - TMir Helm/Operations/Tactical Officer (OPS) - Ens Redshirt Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Xemion Xethrill Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Defbi Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Cmdr JFarrington Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Meddycakes Assistant Medical Officer (AMO) - TKAR USS Avenger (post-Voy Miranda-class frigate) is currently orbitting an uncharted Class M planet. Due to atmospheric instabilities, a landing party (Everyone save the CO) has been sent down via shuttle. However...a freak lightning bolt's knocked out all power systems to the shuttle causing it to crash in a densely forested area of the planet. Communications with the ship are intermittent at best, but a rescue shuttle has been dispatched to retrieve the landing party. The nearest clearing capable of handling a shuttle is 5km away. 120117.txt