Cmdr JFarrington

STSF Jami -> Commanding Officer (CO): STSF Laura STSF Jami -> Executive Officer (XO): STSF Jami STSF Jami -> Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Will Marx STSF Jami -> Tactical Officer (TAC) - Vatel STSF Jami -> Operations Officer (OPS) - Nicolas Lepage STSF Jami -> Helm (Helm) - STSF Jami STSF Jami -> Chief Security Officer (CSEC) - J Shamor STSF Jami -> Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - Cdt Jimmy STSF Jami -> Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Kevin Anderson STSF Jami -> Assistant Science Officer (ASCI) - Eva Jaz STSF Jami -> =/\==/\=END ROSTER=/\==/\= STSF Jami -> All yours, Captain. STSF Laura -> Thank you, Jami. STSF Laura -> =/\= MISSION BRIEFING =/\= STSF Laura -> The USS Lexington has been dispatched to the Encara system to investigate the strange dimming of the primary star. Long-range telescopes have only been able to identify an odd "fuzzing" of the star. STSF Laura -> =/\= BEGIN SIM =/\= Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS> ::sitting at his console doing OPS things:: STSF Jami -> <Helm> ::at helm, checking the course, etc::: Vatel -> <TAC>::performing an automated scrub on the torpedo launch tubes:: Eva Jaz -> <ASCI>:: at the auxiliary science station looking over a stellar cahrt of the area:: Eva Jaz -> chart J. Shamor -> CSEC>::in his office, going through various types of paperwork:: STSF Jami -> <Helm> ETA to Encara system is 10 minutes, Captain. cdt.jimmy -> <cmo> in sickbay running routine exp. STSF Jami -> <Helm> ::so very glad she is not in science now::: will_marx -> MXO> ::sitting in the semi-comfy chair:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> :: on the bridge at the main science station:: so, what do you think we'll find will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Very good, Ms. Farrington. Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS> ::glances over to Jami:: will_marx -> MXO> CO> Unless we're in a rush to get there, Captain. Vatel -> <TAC>::entering his security access code and performing a manual inventory of the photon torpedoes:: J. Shamor -> CSEC>::looks around:: Kind of quiet in here. ::gets up and exits his office:: STSF Jami -> <Helm> :::half-grin, minor adjustment::: Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS>+CMO,CSEC+ All departments please report your status. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> could be various explanations and I'm not guessing anything at this point before i can run scans in the Encara system STSF Laura -> <CO> <MXO> Not particularly, Mr. Marx, but you can't say you aren't curious about this. STSF Jami -> <Helm> ::glance over:: Helm is operational, Nick. ::wink:: J. Shamor -> CSEC>I wonder how things are on the bridge. ::scratches head:: Probably more exciting up there than down here. cdt.jimmy -> <cmo> everythings normal here STSF Jami -> <<Greetings, Doug. PM me for a post.>> Eva Jaz -> <ASCI>::smiles:: And i'm not that good at guessing anyways , probably why I like Science J. Shamor -> CSEC>::makes his way to the nearest TL:: Vatel -> <TAC><OPS> Just polishing up after our last mission, we'll be spit shined by the time we get to our next destination. Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS><HELM> ::smiles at Jami:: Thanks. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> would you please give me the status of the star, which elements are fused, what evulutionary state it's in, I wouldn't want to get close to a supernova about to happen will_marx -> MXO> CO> I am a bit curious, Captain. There aren't too many things that can dim a primary star. STSF Jami -> <Jimmy, don't forget to use the +com+ when you are not on the bridge>> J. Shamor -> CSEC>::in TL:: Bridge. Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS><CSCI> Sir, what's the status of your department? STSF Jami -> ROSTER UPDATE - Doug T = HELM Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><OPS> going to run primary scans of the star and the system, status is "peachy" will_marx -> MXO> CO> Unless we're dealing with either a dying star, someone's constructing a Dyson Sphere, or Q's somehow gotten involved. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::listens to the strange elevator music as the lift rides up to the bridge:: Vatel -> <TAC>::initiating a particle sweep of the phaser array stripping:: Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS>+CSEC+ Lepage to Shamor. doug.t -> <helm><co> we are arriving sir STSF Laura -> <CO> <MXO> Bite your tongue, Will; the last thing we need is arrogant beings that thing they're omnipotent. J. Shamor -> CSEC>+OPS+ Shamor here. What's the problem? J. Shamor -> CSEC>::enters bridge, exits TL:: Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS>+CSEC+ Please report the status of your department, sir. will_marx -> MXO> CO> As my mother once asked "Omnipotent? Or Impotent?" ::chuckles:: Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS> ::turns around and sees Shamor enter:: STSF Laura -> <CO> <HELM> Drop to impulse, standard approach. Eva Jaz -> <CSCI> <CSCI> Not a supernova for sure but I can't clearly make anything out at this point I still need to perform more scans on the current status of the star doug.t -> <helm><co> yes sir J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to OPS:: Everything's in order. Patrols running even as we speak. Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS> ::nods:: doug.t -> <helm> ::drops out of warp:: Vatel -> <TAC>+Phaser Control+ Alright everyone I'd like a white glove treatment on the collonading crystals and check with Engineering on the EPS connect points. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to OPS:: What's the situation up here? Nicolas Lepage -> <OPS><MXO> All departments are standing by for orders, sir. Nothing unusual to report. will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> When was the last time this system was surveyed? will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Very good. doug.t -> <helm><co> arriving at the desinated cordnets Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> hmm, by scientific standards, not too long ago sir will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> Anything in the initial survey reports that would indicate this star nearing the end of it's life cycle? doug.t -> ::slows to 1/3 impulse:: STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::enters the bridge bearing drinks::: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> it's a g-type star, mostly fusing helium, so, no, it's not old enough Eva Jaz -> <ASCI>:: Starts a scan of the Star:: J. Shamor -> CSEC>::overhears MXO:: Dying star. Don't see those everyday. Vatel -> <TAC><CO> Captain sir, are we equipped with metaphasic shielding? will_marx -> MXO> ::reaching for his travel mug o'doom...er, coffee:: STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> :::sets Laura's favorite next to her, moves to Will and places his carefully where he will not hit it . .. again::: STSF Jami -> <<evening, Laarell. PM me for a postie.>> Kevin Anderson -> <<make that hydrogen instead of helium>> doug.t -> <helm><co> we have arrived will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> So that excludes natural causes then. STSF Laura -> ACTION> Even at this (relatively) close-range, the star appears fuzzy on the viewscreen. Sharp-eyed viewers might ust be able to make out small things moving near the star. STSF Jami -> ROSTER UPDATE - OPS = Laarell Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> well ::points at the screen:: there are no known natural causes that make a star fuzzy doug.t -> <helm><co> i'm at 1/3 impulse sir should i slow any more or is this good will_marx -> MXO> ::retreiving the cup of coffee, and takes a sip, nodding to Yeoman Jami:: will_marx -> MXO> Helm> All stop, hold station. STSF Laura -> <CO> ::snags the coffee, smiles a thank you at Jami:: J. Shamor -> CSEC>::sees the fuzzy viewscreen:: Looks like the screens out of focus. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> sensors are not picking up anything anormal about the star doug.t -> <helm><mxo> aye ::hits full stop Vatel -> <TAC>::beginning a battery of short range sensor scans for any threats:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> ::nods:: very well, keep scanning STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> Most welcome, Captain. Anything to snack on? Laarell -> <OPS> ::heads onto the Bridge as Nick goes off duty:: Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Do you think it could be a space anomally surrounding the star that would make look fuzzy will_marx -> MXO> CSCI/Tac> Anything on sensors? Like what those little fuzzy things are? Laarell -> <OPS> ::nods to the CO as she enters, arranging herself at her station:: STSF Laura -> <CO> <Yeoman> No thank you; took ages to get the crumbs out of the carpet last time. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::walks over to TAC to look at the console:: STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::quiet chuckle:: Aye, Sir. doug.t -> <helm> ::runs a quick systems check:: will_marx -> MXO> CSCI/ Tac> And don't tell me they're interstellar moths. STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> <MXO> Commander? A snack? Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> we don't have any readings yet Eva Jaz -> <ASCI>:: reconfigures sensor to scan for space fluctuations in the vicinity of the star Vatel -> <TAC><MXO> It looks to me like flecks of orbiting dust almost like bite size planetoids of the Mercurial ilk. will_marx -> MXO> Yeo> No thanks. I'll eat later STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::smiles and nods:: Aye, Sir. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::looks at the reading on TAC's console:: Nothing out of the ordinary from what I see. STSF Laura -> ACTION> Sensors pick up two anomalies: Firstly, that the moving objects are not putting out any signals or exhaust associated with spacecraft, and secondly that the energy of the star appears to be dampened. will_marx -> MXO> ::leaning forward into a Jim Kirk "curiousity" pose:: Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> The only fluctuations are coming for the star it's like whatever is orbiting it is draining energy from it Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> sir, they don't appear to be spacecrafts of any kind doug.t -> <helm><mxo> all systems operating normally will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> Lifesigns? STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::moves around the bridge, distributing drinks and snacks, pausing at Kev's console to give him a wink::: Vatel -> <TAC><CO> Shields ma'am? Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> none that I can read, we'll keep scanning for them though will_marx -> MXO> (q) Please tell me they're not interstellar moths. They're an old spacer's tale... STSF Laura -> <CO> <TAC> ::holds brief mental debate:: Yes, Mr. Vatel. Vatel -> <TAC><Yeoman> No thank you Yeoman, I'm fasting this month. STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::blinks and turns, hearing Will::: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI> ::grins at Jami:: doug.t -> <helm> ::monitors sensor readings:: Vatel -> <TAC><Bridge> Bringing shields online to 60%. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::moves to an empty console to view what is going on:: Laarell -> <OPS> ::looking at the sensor feed, mentally debating stellar phenomenon vs. big scary alien weapon to kill stars:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> we have to find out what those things are Vatel -> <TAC><OPS> Could we have a bit more power to the deflector? Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> already on it Sir will_marx -> MXO> (m) I need a vacation. I've been in space far too long... Laarell -> <OPS> ::begins tracing a few of the various signals being produced by the star, nods to AC:: Transferring auxiliary power to the deflector now. Laarell -> TAC* STSF Laura -> <CO> Let's have a better look. <HELM> Helm, ahead one-quarter impulse. STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> :::wanders down to stand next to Will::: Risa sounds good, Sir. doug.t -> <helm><co> aye one quater impulse doug.t -> <helm>::engages:: J. Shamor -> CSEC>::looks at the reading gathered from TAC and CSCI, notices nothing in patricular:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> I want the amount of alpha and beta particles, protong and the neutrino stream Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Whatever it Is , the scans clearly shows that they are draining energy from all available power source including this ship will_marx -> MXO> Jami> Yes it does. I've got a nice secluded beach house nowhere near the beaten track. The water's crystal clear, with just the right shade of tourqoise to it. Vatel -> <TAC><MXO> Commander, they don't look particularly threatening. will_marx -> MXO> Tac> Let's hope they remain a nonthreat. cdt.jimmy -> <cmo>::working on expirements, noticing a slight power drain hmmm. :: Vatel -> <TAC>::giving the targetting scanners a workout:: doug.t -> <helm> ::monitors sensors while moving the ship:: will_marx -> MXO> ::bringing his head back in the game:: CSCI/Tac> Anything yet? Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> already cheked sir levels of all comon particule are normal Kevin Anderson -> << Eva PM please>> Vatel -> <TAC><CSCI> Curious... this star seems to be singing it's swan song. STSF Laura -> ACTION> As the Lexington approaches, the view of the star gradually sharpens until it becomes clear that there is some kind of mesh nearly surrounding it. The small moving things appear to be building more, as they are concentrated near the gaps. cdt.jimmy -> <cmo>+com+ bridge is there a reason for any power drains Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> something seems to be draining it's power, we'll have to determine how much by comparing the particle and radiation readings Laarell -> <OPS> ::leans forward in her chair:: Looks like they're almost webbing... doug.t -> <helm><co> i reomend we don't get any more closer Vatel -> <TAC><HELM> Cadet could you please increase magnification on an intersecting node of that net? will_marx -> MXO> ::raises an eyebrow:: Or a hive. Laarell -> <OPS> +CMO+ We're pulling power from secondary systems to add more power to the deflector. STSF Laura -> <CO> Interesting. will_marx -> MXO> Fascinating... Laarell -> <OPS> ::half wondering if the Borg are trying to assimilate a star itself:: doug.t -> <helm>::incresses magnifcation:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> could that be a containment field of some kind? Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI>Form the data i'm collecting it's been draining power from the star over a long period only little at the time ... Vatel -> <TAC><Bridge> BORG?!?! will_marx -> MXO> I almost wish it was an arrogant individual with delusions of grandeur. It's be easier to solve. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to TAC:: Calm down.. don't assume it the Borg untgil you hear their catch phrase. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> draining it where? there are no ships, could it be that it's only containing it, instead of releasing it STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::can think of a few who match that description::: Vatel -> <TAC><CSEC> Are those buildings on the surface of the net? cdt.jimmy -> <cmo>:: pondering why all his secondary systems went off line will_marx -> MXO> CSEC> Of course, we're an insignificant little starship. Unworthy of assimilation... STSF Laura -> <CO> <Bridge> Ok, people, let's not panic until we see something worth panicking about. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Draining it into the surrounding '' little things'' ,Sorry chief can't be more precise on their nature at this point STSF Laura -> <CO> <CSCI, OPS> What do we know about that... mesh? J. Shamor -> CSEC> ::smirks at MXO's sarcasm:: Just trying to ease nerves sir. Vatel -> <TAC>::sighs and slides a finger across his collar:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><CO> we're still trying to figure out what exactly it is, it seems to be draining energy from the sun will_marx -> MXO> CO> Maybe we could try hailing them... Laarell -> <OPS> ::generally relaxed looking, looks at CSCI:: Metalloid? J. Shamor -> CSEC>::goes over the readings some more:: STSF Laura -> <CO> <MXO> It's worth a try. Make it so. will_marx -> MXO> CO> Unless we've got a huge can of Raid somewhere on the ship... Vatel -> <TAC><CSEC> It could be a Tholian colony. will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Hailing frequencies, Ms. Laarell Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Some kind of metal would be my est guess for now Laarell -> <OPS> ::flicks a button:: Speakers on, Sir. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to TAC:: Possible, but we have to find out first. doug.t -> <helm> ::checks sensors readings::: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><OPS> well, the radition levels make scanning difficult but metal seems unlikely this close to a star Vatel -> <TAC>::pinpoints the highest concentration of nodes on his tactical display:: will_marx -> MXO> -=comm=- This is the USS Lexington. We are curious to know what you are doing with this star, and would like to know more about you and your species. STSF Laura -> ACTION> No reply comes to the hail, but several of the moving objects pause, and then resume motion -- toward the Lexington. doug.t -> <helm><mxo> sir shoulds i take action Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> (m) perfect, now they know we're here Vatel -> <TAC><MXO> Commander, the objects have halted and are on an approach vector. will_marx -> MXO> ::noting the inbound motion:: Oh frak... will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Back us off, slowly. But slightly faster than their approach. STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> ::biting fingernails::: J. Shamor -> CSEC>::grins:: Goody, guess they got curious about us. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Could it be some kind of ship that works only on the star's power thats why we were not picking up any traces normally associated with aship STSF Jami -> <Stage Hand> ::holds up "gasp" card for the audience::: doug.t -> <helm<mxo> aye coming around 180 mark 15 Vatel -> lol Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI> ::gasps:: Nicolas Lepage -> <<::gasps::>> Laarell -> <OPS> ::looks at CSCI and TAC, and then gasps:: Vatel -> <TAC>::erructates:: STSF Laura -> ACTION> As they get close, the objects resolve into an ovoid body with numerous segmented legs (or arms, depending on your point of view). will_marx -> Peanut Gallery> ::Gasps;; Laarell -> ((Spiders!)) Laarell -> <OPS> ::Ooh. Shiny! look:: will_marx -> MXO> Giant spiders? Anyone got a can of Raid? doug.t -> <helm><mxo> incressing to1/2 impulse Vatel -> <TAC><CO> Red alert ma'am? Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> why would they go through all this though? that would mean they draw their energy from a star... to do what exactly Laarell -> <OPS> Star-eating spiders that build webs around suns. This isn't one they teach you about at Starfleet academy. Laarell -> ((Oh wait... this *is* the academy. :angry: )) STSF Laura -> ACTION> The spiders are being propelled along by bits of the webbing with which they seem to be catching solar wind. Vatel -> <TAC><OPS> Sounds like the Tholians to me but slightly different. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> anyway, we should now concentrate on those things there for now will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Meet new and interesting civilizations, and be eaten by them. STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> <MXO> Actually, Sir, they resemble some barking spiders I saw on Manticore last time they were in port. STSF Laura -> <CO> <TAC> Ah... Yellow alert for now, Mr. Vatel. doug.t -> <helm><mxo> should i go to full impulse they are incressing speed sir will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Not one for the recruiter's pitch. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::looks at reading:: Looks like a biological stellar sail. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> The scan shows that the '' spider body '' is actually formed by thousands of smaller ones will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Full impulse. Vatel -> <TAC>+ALL STATIONS+ Yellow Alert STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> <MXO> Very interesting species. You might want to capture one for SF Science. doug.t -> <helm>::incresses full impulse:: STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> <nip> Well, that's my cue. :::exits the bridge for her alert station:: STSF Laura -> ACTION> One of the spiders lands gently on the Lexington's shield bubble, and promptly scuttles along it towards the nacelles. Laarell -> <OPS> Tholians use their webbing as a battle measure, not to literally gain power. Vatel -> <TAC>::bringing the shields to 80%:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> ::nods and taps on his console:: nice way of travelling doug.t -> <helm><mxo> entering defensive kappa 010 will_marx -> MXO> TAC> Full power to shields. cdt.jimmy -> <CMO>::readying sick bay due to alert will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Keep the warp drive offline for now. Laarell -> <OPS> ::half in awe:: They even balloon... ::under breath:: doug.t -> <helm><mxo> aye ::shuts down warp engines:: will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Viewer astern. will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Track that sucker. Vatel -> <TAC><MXO> Commander one of the spiders has landed on our shields. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> I think the power gained from the stars is what lead to the regrouping maybe if we were able to drain there power we could get it to separate again into smaller pieces Laarell -> <OPS> ::puts the spider on the screen:: Vatel -> <TAC><Bridge> Shields to full. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::looks at the console:: I guess they like warm things, explains why they made a dash for the nacelles. STSF Laura -> ACTION> The spider, and its friends now landing on the shields, begin casting webbing along the shields. will_marx -> MXO> Tac> Sounds like waterbugs on Earth. And some species of spiders... doug.t -> <helm><mxo> entering kappa 020 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Shake 'em off. will_marx -> MXO> Helm> I don't care if you have to do a three axis spin to do it. Vatel -> <TAC><CSEC> What will you use to neutralize them if they come aboard? Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI>MXO> ::overhearing the comment to TAC:: only that a newspaper usually gets rid of spiders and bugs doug.t -> <helm>::enters kappa 020 J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to TAC:: If they come aborad I'll evict them. Laarell -> <OPS> Magnetic arachnids might not be shaken off... ::wonders if they're sentient or robotic:: will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Can you gently infuse the shields with a negative ion charge? Vatel -> <TAC><MXO> Recommend we polarize the hull sir. It might give us more time. doug.t -> <helm>::rolls the ship:: STSF Jami -> <Yeoman> :::rolls with the ship::: will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Keep it violent. Ops> Keep an eye on SIF and IDF STSF Jami -> Stage Hand> :::presses the button that rolls the set 360::: doug.t -> <helm>::enters delta2 while rolling the ship:: Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Sir , I think we're feeding it with energy right now and making it stronger Vatel -> <TAC><CSEC> I wonder if the mess hall has any repellant. will_marx -> MXO> ::getting an idea:: Helm> All stop. STSF Laura -> ACTION> One of the spiders is shaken loose; it clings to a bit of webbing like a tail on a kite, flying in Lexington's wake. will_marx -> MXO> -=Engine Room=- Chief, shut down everything. Make the ship as cold as surrounding space. doug.t -> <helm><mxo> aye sir ::brings the ship upright and hits full stop:: J. Shamor -> CSEC> ::to MXO:: I hope you have a good idea, those things like us too much as it is. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> we must seem like a nice snack will_marx -> MXO> CSEC/CSCI> THey like energy, right? Vatel -> <TAC>::console goes blank, lights go out, starts getting chilly:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> yes sir, I was going to suggest shutting off all energy sources J. Shamor -> CSEC>Cut off the source, hopefully shooing them off will_marx -> MXO> CSEC/CSCI> We shut everything down cold... Drift in the solar wind like a derelict. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> I think if we cut off powr they might leave us STSF Laura -> <CO> ::nodding:: <MXO> Not a bad idea. Assuming they don't wrap us up anyway, and then we've got nothing to fight them with. STSF Jami -> <CENG> +MXO+ Sir, did I hear you correctly? You want to shut everything down? We'll freeze to death. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::nods:: Sounds like it'll work Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> that seems to be what they're doing cdt.jimmy -> <CMO>::in the dark +com+ bridge what the heck is going on Vatel -> <TAC><CO> At least they'll make nice warm blankets for us. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Let,s just hope it didn't recharge it's battery too much on that star Laarell -> <OPS> ::mutters to the CENG's comment:: And so might they. will_marx -> MXO> -=CENG=- Insulation should keep us warm for a while, Chief. STSF Jami -> <CENG> ::commencing shutdown:: +MXO+ Aye, Sir. If you say so. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> well, I'm more worried about getting away from here to be honest will_marx -> mxo> -=CMO=- We've got a bug problem outside, Doc. It's gonna get dark and cold in a hurry. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Well that's what i meant sir STSF Jami -> <CENG> +MXO+ I'm leaving comm hot so we can communicate. Is that ok? Vatel -> <TAC><Bridge> Fighting spiders is like fighting bears, Nobody Move! STSF Laura -> <CO> <TAC> Yours is a happy nature. will_marx -> MXO> -=CENG=- I hope so. STSF Jami -> <CENG> +MXO+ Roger that, Sir. Shutdown complete. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::crosses his fingers, hoping the MXO's plan works:: Vatel -> <TAC><CO> Happy to die in defense of the Federation ma'am always. ::smiles:: will_marx -> MXO> ::watches the main screen go on the fritz, then off:: Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><MXO> sir, they didn't take any notice of us until we hailed them, maybe if we keep quiet for a bit and they return to the star we can get away cdt.jimmy -> <cmo> doug.t -> <helm>::watches console go blank:: will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> That's what I'm hoping. And that one went after our nacelles like Homer Simpson at an all you can eat buffet. STSF Jami -> <CENG> ::sitting in the dark::waiting::: cdt.jimmy -> <CMO>::lights up a candle and a stick of incense:: STSF Laura -> ACTION> The trailing spider lets go and heads back to the star; two others drift away. One remains, busily webbing back by the nacelles. Vatel -> <TAC>::stands at his station, the perfect statue, slowing all his bodily functions consciously:: Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> We have to drain it's power somehow STSF Jami -> ACTION> Smoke alarms go off in sick bay Laarell -> ((AFK a minute)) Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> you didn't by any chance download the sensor readings? Vatel -> lol STSF Jami -> <CENG> What the.....+CMO+ What the heck are you doing, doctor? will_marx -> MXO> Someone go into the observation lounge and see what's going on aft. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::patiently waits:: If worse comes to worse I can go side in a suit with a rifle and clean them off. cdt.jimmy -> <CMO>just trying to help the mood here in sick bay J. Shamor -> <<outside*>> doug.t -> <helm><mxo> aye sir Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> Yes i did, if we drain the power it accumulated it won't be able to assume the Spider shape anymore and will go back to multiples particules STSF Jami -> <CENG> +CMO+ Whatever it is, DOUSE it! Vatel -> <TAC>::lowers his sensory input:: doug.t -> <helm>::moves into the observation lounge:: STSF Jami -> <CENG> ::mutters:::: cdt.jimmy -> <CMO> ayee ayee Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> we just have to find a way of draining its power without feeding it more will_marx -> MXO> Anyone got a deck of cards? Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> ::nods:: we'll see what we can do, would you please follow doug to the observation lounge? STSF Jami -> <Jimmy, you have to use the +com+ when communicating with the rest of the ship from sick bay.> STSF Laura -> ACTION> The final spider finishes crafting a large drift of webbing and tucks itself inside it, pulling a trailing edge around itself somewhat like a coccoon. Kevin Anderson -> <CSCI><ASCI> without power it's going to be difficult J. Shamor -> CSEC>Why do I have a feeling this is not fully working? Vatel -> <TAC>::focuses on the concealed cricket phaser in his left pocket in an almost meditative outer body state:: will_marx -> MXO> CSEC> Because the gods are against us. As usual. Eva Jaz -> <ASCI><CSCI> I know, we could ask engineering help :: leaves statin and follows doug to obersvation lounge: will_marx -> MXO> CSEC> At least we didn't run into any Pandarians. J. Shamor -> CSEC>::to MXO:: Pandarians? will_marx -> MXO> CSEC> Or the Tidy Bowl nebula. doug.t -> <helm>::looks out::<asc1> hmm i can't see anything can you STSF Laura -> <CO> <MXO> ::points at him:: You are not helping. will_marx -> MXO> CSEC> Carnivorous, sentient pandas with a taste for cadet flesh. Vatel -> <TAC>::bursts a momentary giggle:: STSF Jami -> <sounds yummy> STSF Laura -> ===PAUSE SIM=== STSF Laura -> ===PAUSE SIM=== STSF Jami -> Well, you didn't die. Yet. STSF Laura -> Well. Aside from our hitchhiking friend out there, not too bad.

Counselor’s Log, Stardate 07040.1 Cmdr JFarrington, MD, PhD USS Manticore, NCC 5852-A Nowhere to Run For some strange reason it just didn’t seem right to scream on the bridge. That type of behavior was generally frowned upon, especially when the ship was receiving VIPs such as the esteemed Dr. Zwicky and his entourage, complete with dorsal module variations, probably in B-flat. So she left. Ship’s Counselor Jami Farrington bolted from her chair, nearly dived into the turbolift, ordered it to sick bay, then grabbed her head and leaned against the wall in complete, utter panic. She wanted to run. To get out. To scream to the universe that something was desperately wrong. But there was no where to run, which left screaming. But not in the turbolift. That would set off a myriad of security alarms and when she stepped off the turbolift she would be met with hundreds, possibly thousands, of security personnel, phaser rifles drawn, all taking a bead on her forehead. Given her present state of mind, she considered that might not be such a bad thing. She all but held her breath until the lift stopped at the medical level where she could make a mad dash to Kyle’s office, they could close the door, and she could at last scream if she could hold it in no longer. Of all the crew on Manticore, Dr. Kyle Mele was one of the few who had witnessed Jami Farrington’s first encounter with the unwanted, uncontrolled psychic ability which, for some reason, had chosen now to manifest itself again. Late in ‘98, at the behest of Starfleet, Manticore had investigated the strange demise of Starbase 819. It would be determined later that the starbase had been assaulted by a group of energy beings that worked much like nanite swarms. They normally existed as separate entities, but had the ability to swarm into different shapes for different purposes. In the case of Starbase 819, the energy beings had swarmed into several ships, then into one giant ship, which attacked the starbase and drained it of all energy, sentient and non-sentient. Autopsy of starbase crew revealed that they died horribly. With no evidence of weapons discharge, no infection, and no external trauma, their brain matter turned to soup and their organs to jelly. Some of Manticore’s crew had also been affected, though to a lesser degree. Sovak, then Commander, experienced a psionic attack that nearly killed him. Engineer Jim Beamer was completely taken over by the beings and also barely escaped death. Jami Farrington, then Chief Medical Officer, had close contact with those who were affected and those who were killed, but it wasn’t until several weeks later she began having psychic episodes that bordered on clairvoyance. She had wondered ever since if the energy beings had anything to do with her condition. Which brings us back to the present and Jami Farrington, now ship’s Counselor and bastion of sanity, sitting in Dr. Mele’s office asking him if she were going insane. Kyle’s astute, measured counsel, a liberal dose of tranquilizer, and the ensuing hours of quiet had brought her some relief. She had time to relax and reflect, and while sitting alone in her private room, using a meditative state she had cultivated over the years, this is what she resolved: In nature there exists change that enables creation to survive. Some call it adaptation, some call it evolution, but by whatever name and whether that change is forced or allowed, whether it comes from a supreme being or is innate in nature itself, the fact remains: creation happened and, afterwards, came change (though some may argue that change is a part of creation, but that’s another story). Millennia of observation by sentient beings has marked this change and they have tried to explain it, each in its own hubris insisting on the validity of their explanations, and all falling woefully short of the mark simply because of their finite understanding of the universe. All beings have eventually become part of this change -- willingly or no, some to a greater extent than others -- and it was into this change, this evolution or whatever one would call it, that Commander Jami Farrington had been unwillingly drawn. And she, with all her intelligence, experience, and myriad medical degrees, was at a total loss to explain it. Yet, periodically, with months and sometimes years between, Jami Farrington experienced prescience that astounded both shipmates and Starfleet Medical. One would think Dr. Farrington would have rejoiced at having such an ability. Surely having foreknowledge of events meant she could either mold them or avoid them, but she lacked the one main ingredient that would enable her to accomplish that: she lacked interpretation. For all her visions, she had no inkling of their meaning, nor of whether they were past, present, or future, so she felt trapped. Useless. What sense did it make? Wasn’t nature supposed to make sense, to create order out of chaos, and wasn’t unwanted change supposed to make things better? Moreover, the ability had come upon her suddenly, so she had no time to adapt. She hadn’t been born with it, neither had anyone in her family possessed such an ability, so she was stymied as to its source. Her episodes seemed to happen randomly and suddenly, lacking rhyme or reason, and therefore they threw her into a panic. Hence, the screaming. After all this, Jami Farrington decided that there really was no point in explaining. It really didn’t matter if the change came from simple evolution, from an energy being, or from another source. What did matter was that the change had happened and there was nothing she could do about it. Therefore, her best course of action would be to embrace the change, perhaps learn to control its effect on her, and to accept it for what it was: change. She had no choice. She had to accept it. After all, in space there was no where to run.

GAMMA-RAY BIRTH CRIES SUGGEST MASSIVE MAGNETIC ENGINES Several times a week, astronomers detect the violent death cry of a massive star -- an extraordinarily energetic release of gamma rays that takes place in just a matter of seconds to minutes, called a gamma-ray burst (GRB). The GRB's ejecta, which is thought to be beamed in narrow jets, slams into interstellar gas at near light speed. This violent collision shocks the material and produces a bright afterglow that can radiate brightly at X-ray and other wavelengths for several days or even a few weeks. But a GRB observed by NASA's Swift satellite on July 29 generated an X-ray afterglow that remained detectable to the spacecraft's X-ray Telescope (XRT) for an astonishing 125 days. Read the full story at http://live.psu.edu/story/22825

STSF Jami -> Commanding Officer (CO): STSF GromVik STSF Jami -> Executive Officer (XO): STSF Jami STSF Jami -> Team 1: Keptin, Doug T, Dox Maturin STSF Jami -> Team 2: Peters, Will Marx, Brandon Ohara STSF Jami -> =/\==/\=END ROSTER=/\==/\= STSF GromVik -> === <> Mission Briefing <> === There are times in every Starfleet Officer s life when he or she must do a lot with very little. Tonight s simulation reflects this principle. You will be divided into X teams. Your location is an underground prison. You are in a cell 6 feet by 6 feet by 12 feet. There are bunk beds for six prisoners. Above you is a small light panel. The cell s entrance is blocked by a heavy metal locked door. Out side your cell is a long corridor. At the end of each corridor exit there is a guard post and secured door. Beyond this door is a cargo elevator that ascends to the surface. That s all the information you know. Your goal is to find a way to get out of your cell, get past the guards and into the elevator. STSF GromVik -> <<2 Teams>> STSF GromVik -> The objects you are carrying are as follows: STSF GromVik -> Team 1: Pencil, Glass Shard, Stuffed Dolphin STSF GromVik -> Team 2: Salt Shaker (With Salt), A pocket watch, A copy of Homer’s Odyssey STSF GromVik -> Remember to work together and use your imagination.

DISCOVERY REVEALS THAT DISTANT QUASARS LIVE IN MASSIVE DARK-MATTER HALOS The discovery of dark-matter halos surrounding clusters of quasars that are more than 10 billion light years away from Earth has been announced by an international research team of the Sloan Digital Sky Survey (SDSS). "The survey has discovered thousands of distant quasars, and we have been able to map out their distribution in space in great detail," said Donald Schneider, professor of astronomy and astrophysics, a coauthor of the investigation. "When plans for the Sloan Survey first began, the discovery of any quasar at these distances was grounds for celebration -- but now we have discovered more than 4,000 such quasars. These distant beacons reveal the structure of the distant, and very young, universe," said Schneider, who is the chairman of the SDSS Quasar Science Group and the SDSS scientific publications coordinator. Read the full story at http://live.psu.edu/story/22592

LEVAR BURTON AT EISENHOWER AUDITORIUM "The beauty of the relationship between human beings and written literature has always been that link, that connective tissue that is our imagination. When you have all of the images made up for you and you don't have to do any work, the tendency is to become lazy and complacent and not do any of the imaginative work. If you lose touch with the facility to imagine, the repercussions are really far-reaching in my opinion." -- Actor and literacy advocate LeVar Burton, speaking Monday (Jan. 29) at Eisenhower Auditorium on Penn State's University Park campus as part of the 2006-07 Distinguished Speaker Series. For more on this year's series, visit http://live.psu.edu/story/18533

First, apologies for not posting previous Tuesday academy logs. I've been having trouble with format, but that problem has been taken care of. 21:11:50 STSF Jami -> Commanding Officer (CO): STSF Seiben 21:11:51 STSF Jami -> Executive Officer (XO): STSF Jami 21:11:55 STSF Jami -> Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Will Marx 21:11:56 STSF Jami -> Operations Officer (OPS) - Rhain tr'Khalav 21:11:56 STSF Jami -> Tactical Officer (TAC) - Rhoda 21:11:56 STSF Jami -> Helm Officer (Helm) - eagle 21:11:57 STSF Jami -> Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Dominic Martin 21:11:59 STSF Jami -> Chief Engineering Officer (CENG) - Doug T 21:12:00 STSF Jami -> Assistant Engineering Officer (AENG) - Gallus 21:12:05 STSF Jami -> =/\==/\=END ROSTER=/\==/\= 21:12:16 STSF Seiben -> MISSION BRIEF: SD 10701.30 21:12:34 STSF Seiben -> The runabout USS Rubicon is on its way back to its home base at Gamma Station, when a Ferengi marauder collides into them and sends them into a wormhole in an unexplored part of space far away from the station. With the marauder long gone, and sensors on the fritz, can the crew of the Rubicon, get back home to Gamma Station, without the assistance of the command team (who are back on the station)? 21:12:38 STSF Seiben -> BEGIN SIM 21:12:39 STSF Seiben -> BEGIN SIM 21:12:40 STSF Seiben -> BEGIN SIM 21:13:04 doug.t -> <ceng> ::in office doing paper work:: 21:13:40 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::calculating distance to nearest outpost:: 21:13:52 will_marx -> MXO> ::turning green and trying not to puke:: Status! 21:13:53 Gallus -> <AENG> :hits the flickering console in front of him, wonders which Klingon curses are most appropriate: 21:13:57 STSF Seiben -> ACTION: The crippled Rubicon finally exits the wormhole with a violent shudder. Most systems are either offline or running on limited efficiency 21:14:04 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <<Who is the 'command team'?>> 21:14:15 STSF Jami -> <SEiben and Jami> 21:14:18 will_marx -> ::assuming Jami and Hansel:: 21:14:26 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::looks up at the starfield, attempting to ascertain how far they are from home:: 21:14:44 doug.t -> <ceng>+<aeng>+ please report to my office 21:15:13 STSF Seiben -> ACTION: Jami's actions stand 21:15:20 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><MXO> I don't even recognize these stars sir, sensors are down. 21:15:28 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::clutches his console, examining the wildly flickering lights::<MXO> Main power grid seems to be flickering on and offline..Warp is out..We have impulse power...Sensors are totally gone. 21:15:33 eagle -> <HELM><XO>sir,we have exited the worm hole,and at station keeping to read systems 21:16:00 will_marx -> MXO> CSCI>> Mr. Martin, I need to know where we are. 21:16:03 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> WHat happened to the Rubicon? 21:16:22 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Get this spin stabilized, then hold station. 21:16:32 will_marx -> MXO> OPS> Life support? 21:16:34 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::looks up from her position:: Something wrong? 21:16:40 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir getting under way at full impulse right now will greatly shorten our range 21:16:52 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><MXO> Alright, one second sir. ::stands up and begins peering out the various windows of the runabout:: 21:16:56 Rhoda -> <TAC><MXO> shields and weapons are offline 21:17:01 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::checks the station:: They're . . . gone. 21:17:03 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Thrusters to stationkeeping. 21:17:10 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> Maybe.. they should've reappeared from that wormhole. 21:17:13 will_marx -> MXO> Sensors? 21:17:20 Gallus -> <AENG><MXO> We will have them up in a few minutes. :checks status display: They seem to have caught fire... I will have sensors up whenever it is possible. 21:17:28 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>spin recovery has been accomplished sir,suggest you get your bearings, 21:17:30 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::blink:: ..at least five minutes ago. 21:17:40 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Sensors seem to be out, sir. 21:17:43 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> Hmm. ::rubs chin:: 21:17:47 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::shifts to another station to pull up the records::: 21:17:53 will_marx -> MXO> (m) Someone stop the world, I want to get off. 21:18:03 will_marx -> MXO> ::shakes head, trying to clear the vertigo:: 21:18:14 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>confirmed ,craft stable,and at station keeping 21:18:31 Gallus -> <AENG>:pokes his chief:<CENG> you still alive, sir? 21:18:34 doug.t -> <ceng>:at enginering station on the bridge 21:18:35 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::puzzled:: Hm....nothing at all showing. No distress, no reports of anything amiss . . . 21:18:40 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Very good. Keep us here, until we find out just where "here" is and how we get home. 21:18:45 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> Interesting... 21:18:48 STSF Jami -> @<XO> Should I send out a query? 21:18:55 STSF Seiben -> @<CO><XO> Yes, please do 21:18:57 will_marx -> MXO> OPS> Mr. Rhain, do we have communications? 21:18:57 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>well sir you were standing,may take a few moments to recover 21:19:01 Dominic Martin -> <MXO><CSCI> It looks like we're at the far edge of the Gamma Quadrant considering the Milky Way is over there. 21:19:22 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::recognizes Barnard's star:: 21:19:26 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir 21:19:35 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::nods, moves to the OPS console::: +All ships in the vicinity+ This is Gamma Station asking for reports or sightings of USS Rubicon, overdue from the wormhole. 21:19:39 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> We do have communications, sir. I'm not picking up any Starfleet chatter, however. 21:20:02 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>going through celesstrial nav guides now sir 21:20:24 STSF Seiben -> @ACTION: None of the ships in the vicinity has seen the Rubicon come out. 21:20:25 Gallus -> <AENG>:opens panel in the center of the runabout, stares at the mess of cables and conduits: 21:20:59 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::;watching and listening::: 21:21:28 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir suggest we move clear of any magnetic interference from the worm hole,and launch a emer.buoy 21:21:36 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Make it so. 21:21:38 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::listening to reports come in::: 21:21:41 doug.t -> <ceng>+<aeng>+ i'm reading an open pannel report 21:21:46 will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Communications? 21:22:00 will_marx -> ((Doug, we're on a runabout, not on the station)) 21:22:12 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> We have communications. Nothing on standard Starfleet channels. 21:22:18 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::shakes her head:: No one has heard anything - no indication that they even have been seen. 21:22:28 Dominic Martin -> <MXO><CSCI> Launching a buoy would be inadvisable. 21:22:33 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir,moving at 1/4 impulse::engages the impulse engines:: 21:22:34 Gallus -> <AENG>:removes three of the shattered, flexible conduits, and replaces them with some of the other ones, sensors have a high priority at this point... Who needs waste reclamation?: 21:22:53 will_marx -> MXO> OPS> Try nonstandard channels, Mr. Rhain. Merchant, civilian, Ferengi, what have you. 21:23:04 doug.t -> ::looks over at ::gallus:: is their something wrong in that pannel 21:23:12 will_marx -> MXO> AENG> Only if you need to relieve yourself, Mr. Gallus. 21:23:36 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::scans through the different communications channels:: 21:23:40 Gallus -> <AENG><MXO> excellent, then you wont mind me taking it offline for a while. 21:23:53 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::thinking, talking to herself::: Who was last through the wormhole..... 21:23:58 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::considers what the Maurauder may have been doing and if it is in the vicinity:: 21:24:02 will_marx -> MXO> TAC> Get with Mr. Martin and see if you can piece together the sensors. 21:24:18 Rhoda -> TAC> MXO> aye sir 21:24:38 doug.t -> <ceng>::monitoring all systems:: 21:24:43 STSF Seiben -> @<StationOPS><XO> According to the schedule, the Rubicon 21:24:46 Gallus -> <AENG><CENG> I'm trying to get the sensors back online, so... if you are no longer delirious, sir, help me with the recalibration from your console. 21:24:58 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Nothing on Ferengi or civilian...Scanning through the rest. 21:25:02 Rhoda -> Tac> ::goes to assit martian in repairs 21:25:09 STSF Seiben -> @<SOPS> I'll keep checking though 21:25:18 will_marx -> MXO> ::jonsing for a cup of coffee right now:: 21:25:27 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::frowns, staring at SOPS:::<SOPS> Please do. 21:25:30 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> you may proced 21:25:46 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><TAC> lol If we launch that buoy we could be sticking our neck outs into unknown territory. 21:25:55 doug.t -> <ceng>::starts recailbrating:: 21:26:01 STSF Jami -> @<XO><SOPS> How about unauthorized access? 21:26:11 STSF Seiben -> @<XSOPS><XO> Checking now, sir 21:26:20 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Mr. Eagle, how far away from the wormhole are we? 21:26:25 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir nav sensors read a possible planet at 140,mark 8 21:26:31 Gallus -> <AENG>:removes burnt, useless isolinear chips from the main array and tries to bypass: 21:26:36 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><TAC> Would you agree that long range sensors might be the first thing we need? 21:26:37 Rhoda -> TAC>CSCI> true and without shields or weapons that would be inadviceible 21:26:48 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir we are approx 5,000 km now 21:26:56 Rhoda -> TAC>CSCI> yes 21:27:02 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> I'm picking up some distant chatter on one frequency..nothing I recognize. 21:27:14 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::slumps into a chair, thinking::: 21:27:15 will_marx -> MXO> OPS> On audio, Mr. Rhain. 21:27:27 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> hows it coming with thoes chips 21:27:47 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><TAC> Let me climb under this console, watch the software while I readjust the ODN matrix. 21:27:50 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::flicks the transmission onto audio:: 21:27:54 STSF Seiben -> @ACTION: SOPS finds that a Ferengi marauder had jumped the queue and launched from the station before it was supposed to. 21:27:56 doug.t -> <ceng> ::still remodulating:: 21:28:00 Gallus -> <AENG><CENG> almost got em... :pulls the last one: there. try reinitializing the matrix compositors now. 21:28:16 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Doug, pull the iso chips from the replicator system if necessary. We'll ration out the survival rations. 21:28:23 eagle -> <HELM><Aeng>is there any defensive systems available ?? 21:28:25 Rhoda -> TAC>CSCI> :: watchs the console:: 21:28:55 will_marx -> MXO> ::drumming his fingers on the back of a chair, watching the crew work: 21:28:58 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> aye sir i bringed some iso chips with us before the mission 21:29:08 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><TAC> Good ok, boost the interface couplings to maximum. ::gives the gyro box a whack:: 21:29:12 Gallus -> <AENG><helm> it was either weapons or sensors, I'm afraid, but we have shields. 21:29:24 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::pops up from the chair::<SOPS> You don't suppose there was an accident? If there were, there should be debris . . . or at least something to indicate a problem. 21:29:30 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Did you at least remember the salsa and beer for those chips, Doug? 21:29:34 Rhoda -> TAC>:: following instructions:: 21:29:36 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <TRANSMISSION><Alien Language> This is Aleph Station to Vorta, you are cleared to land in docking bay one...Roger Aleph Station.... ::it continues like this for several minutes:: 21:29:46 eagle -> <HELM><Aeng>aye,at least we have those thanks 21:29:50 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> no sorry sir 21:30:25 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Very distant sir. 21:30:27 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::restraining herself from taking over the OPS console to take a look herself::: 21:30:31 will_marx -> MXO> Let's just hope whoever they are don't find us. 21:30:32 STSF Seiben -> @<SOPS> ::replays the last few moments they were in contact with the Rubicon:: 21:30:37 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::stands up and reinitializes the sensor pallet::<TAC> Ok there we go check long range sensors for a Ferengi vessel. 21:30:41 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::watching the screen::: 21:30:55 Gallus -> <AENG><CSCI> as soon as my esteemed chief finishes his intializations, you'll have sensors... you might have to interpret them yourself though, main computer is a bit spotty. 21:30:56 will_marx -> MXO> OPS> Keep scanning the nets. 21:30:58 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir i did bring emer rations,personal::holds up a small cooler,winks:: 21:31:06 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> i'm done remodulating i'm ready to bring the sensors online 21:31:23 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Let me guess, a couple of grinders and beer, right? 21:31:24 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><MXO> Sir, did we launch the buoy? 21:31:35 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::continues his scans:: 21:31:45 Gallus -> <AENG><CENG> excellent, do so, and lets get to work on the weapons, maybe we can find some parts in the storage locker? 21:31:48 STSF Seiben -> @ACTION: THey can see that the amrauder had clipped the Runabout, and sent the vessel off course just prior to contact loss 21:31:49 will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> We did not. ((at least I don't think we did)) 21:31:53 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir,nothing better 21:32:05 STSF Seiben -> <<I don't think you did>> 21:32:08 STSF Jami -> @<XO> Wait. . . . hold that image. Replay slowly... 21:32:15 STSF Seiben -> @<SOPS> ::does so:: 21:32:20 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><MXO> Long range sensors are online. 21:32:21 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> ::looks at it too:: 21:32:36 eagle -> <HELM><OPS>are we receiving a hail,or is it just static over my comm.?? 21:32:39 STSF Jami -> @<XO><CO> Does it look like they had a collision to you, Sir? 21:32:42 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> is that last chip in place 21:32:50 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Hope you brought enough for every one, Mr. Eagle. 21:32:55 STSF Jami -> @<XO><SOPS> Stop there. Enhance. 21:32:57 Rhoda -> TAC>::returns to TAC console and begins scanning for ferangi ship:: 21:33:04 Gallus -> <AENG><CENG> aye... but I wouldnt go anywhere near the bathroom now... 21:33:08 STSF Seiben -> @<CO><XO> Yes, it does. A little nudge, but it was all it needed t send it off course 21:33:10 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir,of course 21:33:16 STSF Jami -> @<XO> :::mutters an expletive::: 21:33:17 doug.t -> <ceng> ::checks modulation:: 21:33:26 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::attempts to pinpoint their exact location:: 21:33:36 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> sir ready to bring sensors online 21:33:38 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::flips through some more channels, but doesn't find anything:: 21:33:49 Gallus -> <AENG>:waste reclamation systems working in reverse, so door into bathroom sealed automatically by computer: 21:34:01 STSF Jami -> @<XO><SOPS> Thank you. <CO> They must have had some damage. Otherwise they would have contacted us by now. 21:34:02 will_marx -> MXO> ::rubbing his good eye, wondering how he gets into these situations:: 21:34:20 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir ,by best nav. comp.calculations we may be well within Vorta space 21:34:31 doug.t -> <ceng:: hit button brings sensors online:: 21:34:43 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Great, just wonderful... 21:34:51 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::looks at helm curiously::<HELM> Who are the Vorta? 21:35:00 will_marx -> MXO> (m) Gamma Station, we have a problem... 21:35:20 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><Everyone> It's a good thing we didn't launch that buoy, Sensor panel is reading Delta Quadrant, Coordinates 472 mark 815 21:35:21 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> I'd imagine so. It was a pretty big ship that ran into them 21:35:31 eagle -> <HELM>::looks at<ops>...you really do not know eh? 21:35:36 Gallus -> <AENG>:pokes the weapons display hoping it is in standby mode, the display comes online, but the weapons dont display: 21:35:40 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><HELM> ::shakes his head:: 21:36:05 STSF Jami -> @<XO><CO> There's no telling where they ended up. Should we send out a scout? 21:36:13 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> Yes, please 21:36:15 will_marx -> MXO> CSCI> Delta? I could have sworn we were in the Gamma Quadrant. 21:36:22 eagle -> <HELM><OPS>well lets just say pray they still look upon us as allies 21:36:25 Gallus -> <AENG><OPS> they went to war with us a few years back? 21:36:41 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::turns to SOPS with a nod::: 21:36:42 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><MXO> The star charts were transposed during the spin sir. 21:36:50 STSF Seiben -> @<SOPS> ::sends it:: 21:36:51 Rhoda -> TAC>MXO> now that we now where we are I suggest we get weapons and shields online sir 21:36:56 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::sighs:: Wonderful... 21:37:10 doug.t -> <ceng>::checks the sensors to make sure they are online::<aeng> good work the sensors are online 21:37:20 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir shields have been reestablished, and are on full 21:37:37 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><OPS> I wonder if any of the Vorta were assimilated. 21:37:56 Gallus -> <AENG><MXO> weapons control is fried, but the systems are still in place. 21:38:02 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>however weapons still read DEAD as a hammer 21:38:08 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Do so. And double check Mr. Martin's findings. 21:38:09 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><CSCI> Wonderful..Borg... 21:38:28 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir 21:38:50 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><OPS> We're still pretty far from either the Borg or Dominion, thankfully the Ferengi are lucky. 21:39:06 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::still agitated, but sits anyway::: 21:39:10 will_marx -> MXO><all> I want to be absolutely perfect as to where we are. If we're off so much as a parsec, then Gamma Station'll have no chance to rescue us. 21:39:12 Rhoda -> TAC>AENG> is it possible to re-route weapons and bring them online 21:39:14 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><OPS> Call it dumb luck. 21:39:23 eagle -> <HELM>::reiniates the celesstrial navigationial computer ,takes readings by sub space beacons,:: 21:40:05 Gallus -> <AENG><TAC> I'm afraid that would require extensive EVA work... but I might be able to get phasers online from inside. 21:40:30 eagle -> <HELM><ops>reorientate your sensors,they are off 21:40:41 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Doug, are the Inertial dampening and structural integrity fields up and running? 21:40:44 Rhoda -> TAC>AENG> how long? 21:40:48 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::examines the outer hull::<CENG> Chief look here, I see a dent on the hull, were we bumped into? 21:40:57 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><CSCI> Yay...Only the Ferengi... 21:41:13 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::reorients his sensors:: 21:41:18 Gallus -> <AENG>:pokes the innards of the weapons console, sparks shoot out:<TAC> 20 minutes, maybe? 21:41:25 doug.t -> <ceng>::hits butons:<mxo> they are now sir 21:41:33 will_marx -> (("Fabio" Oh dear)) 21:41:35 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir after clearing the nav.comp.and reiniatilizing,we are smack dab the middle of the Gamma quadrant,basically light years from where we need to be 21:41:57 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Can it get any worse? 21:42:01 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +SOPS+ Ready for departure. 21:42:09 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::nods to SOPS::: 21:42:22 Rhoda -> TAC>AENG>phasers are better than nothing, do it 21:42:24 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Don't ask that question. 21:42:24 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Warp drive? 21:42:31 STSF Seiben -> @SOPS> +Fabio++ You are clear for departure 21:42:40 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir it could, we could be smack dab in the middle of the delta quadrant 21:42:48 will_marx -> MXO> Ops> I was being rhetorical, Mr. Rhain. 21:42:54 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +SOPS+ Roger that. :::takes the ship out, heading into the wormhole:: 21:43:05 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> And Mr. Eagle... 21:43:17 Gallus -> <AENG>:tricorders the inside of the panel, whistles:<chief can you take this junction offline, dont wanna get electrocuted. 21:43:21 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir 21:43:24 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> i can give you warp 1 sir 21:43:27 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO. Don't want to take the chance. 21:43:39 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> but 21:43:46 will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Don't blame you. 21:43:50 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::sending hailing beacons as he runs through the wormhole::: 21:43:52 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> But? 21:44:12 will_marx -> MXO> ::raises an eyebrow:: 21:44:16 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> we all would have to get in eva suites 21:44:28 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::exits the wormhole and something strange appears on his readouts::: 21:44:36 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> So, we lose life support then. 21:44:44 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>we seem to be relatively safe for the moment,the station has surely sent out for us ,being overdue, suggest we hold here 21:44:45 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> ::taps his console, hoping that Satrfleet will hail them:: 21:44:46 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::tapping on the arms of her chair::: 21:44:48 Gallus -> <<no, we have to get in 21:44:49 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> yes sir 21:44:53 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <<Scratch MXO>> 21:44:54 Gallus -> EEVA suits and push: 21:45:10 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><AENG> Yes, let's get out and push. 21:45:32 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +SOPS+ I have exited the wormhole. Strange readings from inside the wormhole. Almost like a tangent wormhole has formed. Permission to investigate. 21:45:34 Gallus -> << er that was OOC, just riddles with typos>> 21:45:57 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <<Ah, ok>> 21:46:00 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::replicates a cup of red leaf and allows it to steep:: 21:46:02 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::blinks, looks at Seiben:: 21:46:08 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> how should i proceed 21:46:12 will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Mr. Rhain, begin broadcasting an SOS. Perhaps the Caesar will find us. 21:46:13 STSF Jami -> @<XO><CO> A tangent wormhole? 21:46:37 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>we are at 10,000 from the wormhole event horison now sir, suggest we hold 21:46:58 Gallus -> <AENG>:busily working on the inside of the panel unaware that the CENG neglected to take the power to this section offline: 21:47:06 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Get me warp drive that doesn't require us to hold our breath, and I'll see about giving you three weeks off on Risa. 21:47:15 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> We hold station. 21:47:47 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> yes sir 21:47:47 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> At least until Doug pulls a Scotty and is able to get us home. 21:47:47 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Aye, sir. ::begins broadcasting:: Mayday, mayday. This is the Rubicon. We are unsure of our position and we have systems offline. Please respond. 21:47:50 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::nods to SOPS::: 21:47:52 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::sits down near the back crossing his legs and sipping his tea as the engineers work:: 21:47:55 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir::disengages the engines,moves the thrusters to station keeping:: at station keeping sir 21:48:30 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::brings the runabout about and reenters the wormhole::: 21:48:34 doug.t -> <ceng>::thinking of a way to get warp power:: 21:48:47 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::hears the mayday and waits for aliens to either rescue or devour us:: 21:48:58 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::continues broadcasting:: Mayday, mayday. This is the Rubicon. Are there any Federation ships out there? 21:49:01 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::inputs calculations to take the errant tangent wormhole::: 21:49:19 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir,suggest we keep up rigorous scans, both long range,and short,as well as monitor all comm.channels 21:49:44 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> take power from secondary systems and shove to engines 21:49:55 will_marx -> MXO> If you're not working, you're lying down. We need to conserve power and life support. Which means no replicators. 21:50:13 will_marx -> mXO> HELM> Noted. Tac> Do so. 21:50:13 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><OPS>Let me know if you find any gaseous nebulae. ::yawns and sips his tea:: 21:50:33 Gallus -> <AENG>:pokes the wrong place, overload causses a small explosion, creates a small mullbreach beyond tyhe panel and spills some flame out into the runabout, nothing serious: er.. :replaces the cover, sucking noise ends: 21:50:37 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> i have an idea 21:50:43 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Go ahead. 21:50:53 Gallus -> <AENG><TAC> er... no waepons... ever. 21:50:59 Rhoda -> TAC>MXO> aye sir :: begins scanning:: 21:51:00 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::broadcasting:: Mayday, mayday. This is the runabout Rubicon. Please respond. Mayday, mayday. 21:51:18 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> i could take power from secondart syastems and put them to warp power 21:51:30 doug.t -> secondary 21:51:38 Rhoda -> TAC> AENG> oh well 21:51:44 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::exits the tangent wormhole, runabout spinning wildly, headed right for the Rubicon:::: 21:51:44 will_marx -> MXO> Do so. Transfer whatever you have to warp, excluding life support. 21:51:50 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::removes himself to the back of the runabout and lays down on the sofa, keeping clear of the engineering mess:: 21:52:01 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><HELM> Incoming runabout! take evasive action! 21:52:04 eagle -> <HELM>::begins calc.on a full warp burn, duration, and poss.ends to same:: 21:52:06 Gallus -> <AENG>:does as the chief says:<TAC> and if you could patch that panel up... some sealant would really help. 21:52:14 Rhoda -> TAC> MXO> ship coming.. Fredration code 21:52:17 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Evasive! 21:52:19 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> yes sir ::starts rerouting secondary systsm:: 21:52:31 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::unable to stop the spin::: 21:52:40 eagle -> <HELM>::Hits a hard right,fulkl impulse:: 21:52:50 Gallus -> <AENG>:thinking: spin AWAY, spin AWAY! 21:52:52 eagle -> *full too 21:52:54 doug.t -> <ceng<helm> do you have warp yet 21:52:58 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Z minus dive, 10 thousand meters! 21:53:23 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::looks up out the window and squints to see if it might be the Ferengi ship:: 21:53:24 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir doing it 21:53:34 Rhoda -> TAC> ::brings up deflector sheilds full power:: 21:53:43 will_marx -> MXO> ::hoping to whatever gods there are that they don't hit:: 21:53:44 doug.t -> <ceng>::pushing buttons:: come on you pice of ::smakes pannel:: 21:54:01 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir...continuing evasive 21:54:14 will_marx -> MXO> Tac> Status of the Caesar? 21:54:23 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::yawns again and thinks back to his paperwork on Gamma Station:: 21:54:49 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::hailing::<Fabio> Attention Federation runabout, you're headed straight for us! Correct your spin immediately! 21:54:52 eagle -> <HELM>::pressing full thrusters bow, port, starboard, stern, to evade:: 21:54:56 doug.t -> <ceng><helm> try warp 1 21:55:06 Rhoda -> TAC>MXO> sh's unable to pull out of spin, much like us 21:55:17 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::spinning slows:::unable to respond because he's flying the darned ship::: 21:55:21 Rhoda -> TAC> MXO> much like us were 21:55:23 Gallus -> <AENG><MXO> tractor beam? 21:55:24 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::takes a ripe peach and eats it from the table as the funny little federation ship is spinning in a cool formation just outside the window:: 21:55:24 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir in this config,may tear us apart 21:55:51 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Belay that warp order, then. 21:56:03 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir 21:56:07 Gallus -> <AENG>: neglected to mention that the replicators output may be contaminated by the malfunctioning waste reclamation systems: 21:56:09 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::spinning slows, somewhat miraculously::: 21:56:32 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::steps back from the window as the ship gets closer, tensing up:: 21:56:33 will_marx -> MXO> HELM> Just keep us from getting hit. You know how Italians are when it comes to driving... 21:56:34 Rhoda -> TAC>MXO> her spin is slowing 21:56:36 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::comes to all stop to get his breath::: 21:56:45 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::cheers:: 21:56:54 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir we seem to have avoided the craft, and if not mistaken, she's one of ours 21:57:11 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> So it is. Bring us alongside her. 21:57:24 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><MXO> Shall I hail? 21:57:33 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::talking to himself:: great now two ships are snared in this ferengi trap 21:57:33 will_marx -> MXO> Ops> Most definitely. 21:57:35 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::checking his systems::sees the Rubicon:: +Rubicon+ This is runabout Madagascar from Gamma Station. Report your status. 21:57:37 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir,moving along side sir 21:58:16 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::stands to pace::: 21:58:18 will_marx -> MXO> -=Fabio=- We're crippled, but able to limp along on impulse, Madagascar. 21:58:30 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::puts the hail on audio:: 21:58:39 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>along side sir, and at station keeping, matching dock port now sir 21:58:44 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::adjusts his uniform and returns to his post:: 21:59:14 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::lets out a sigh::: +Rubicon+ Impulse won't make it, Rubicon. That tangent wormhole is violent, in case you didn't notice. 21:59:37 will_marx -> MXO> -=Fabio=- Then we'll beam aboard and return home with you. 21:59:46 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +Gamma Station+ Made contact with Rubicon. Stand by. 22:00:00 STSF Seiben -> @<CO> +Fabio+ Excellent 22:00:13 STSF Jami -> @<XO> ::whew:: 22:00:26 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><CSCI> ::grins:: We're not going to die out here. 22:00:29 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +Rubicon+ Coming alongside. 22:00:32 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir,i did the calculations ,we need at least 30 seconds of full warp burn to breach the wormhole,if iam correct 22:00:45 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI><OPS>Hmph 22:00:49 will_marx -> MXO> CENG> Will the ship hold up? 22:01:00 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::brings ship within transporter range::: 22:01:18 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> yes sir the ship will 22:01:41 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS><CENG> No offense, chief, but I'd rather be on the Madagascar. 22:01:49 will_marx -> MXO> CENg> I'd rather not risk it. She's been through hell in a handbasket as it is. 22:01:56 eagle -> <HELM><CSCI>would you confirm my calculations please 22:02:06 will_marx -> MXO> All>> Stand by to beam out. 22:02:22 will_marx -> MXO> -=Fabio=- Begin transporting my crew off, Lt. 22:02:30 doug.t -> <ceng><mxo> standing by 22:02:34 Gallus -> <AENG><MXO> I suggest self destructing the Rubicon, this close to hostile terriory... 22:02:40 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::eyes move back and forth:: 22:02:45 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> ::taps the console:: +Rubicon+ Transporter lock on. Transporting. 22:02:46 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>sir,if she will make it,i would like to remain with her,shes a good ship 22:03:13 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::shimmers:: 22:03:18 will_marx -> MXO> Helm> Mr. Eagle, you will beam aboard the Madagascar. I'll prep the self-destruct. 22:03:40 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>aye sir,may i assist?? 22:03:46 doug.t -> <ceng><aeng> lets go 22:03:46 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::shimmers:: 22:03:54 will_marx -> MXO> Helm>Very well then 22:03:59 doug.t -> *shimmer* 22:04:00 Gallus -> <AENG>:ends up on the Madagascar, disoriented: 22:04:09 eagle -> you will need another bridge officer to agree 22:04:28 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +Gamma Station+ Tangent wormhole is unstable and violent. Request clear wormhole for transport through to Gamma Station. 22:04:29 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> :;blinks and then stretches, grinning:: Ah, thank god. 22:04:36 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>::sits down at the science station and begins a full scan:: 22:04:46 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::takes the OPS station:: 22:04:52 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> :::transports all who are coming::: 22:04:55 STSF Seiben -> @SOPS> +Fabio+ Granted. GOodluck 22:04:59 Rhoda -> TAC> MXO> sir I concurr with destorying the ship 22:05:02 eagle -> <HELM>::watches as the<MXO>preps the self destruct order,and listens:: 22:05:10 will_marx -> MXO> ::nods:: Computer, confirm voice print, and begin self-destruct. 22:05:37 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>+LCARS+ Create a database I have a long report to write. 22:05:42 STSF Seiben -> <60 seconds> 22:06:05 doug.t -> <ceng>::finds himself on the bridge on the other ship:: 22:06:07 STSF Seiben -> <Wrap it up, folks> 22:06:11 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +Rubicon+ Wormhole is unstable. You have 30 seconds before it goes. 22:06:13 will_marx -> Computer> Self Destruct Sequence standing by for confirmation of request. 22:06:27 eagle -> <HELM><COMPUTER>helm officer confirm destruct order 02-01-000-destruct 0 22:06:32 Rhoda -> TAC> beamed aboard other ship 22:06:37 Dominic Martin -> <CSCI>Begin log... 22:06:50 eagle -> <HELM><MXO>outta here sir 22:06:55 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::locks onto Helm and MXO, waiting for the word:: 22:07:00 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> +Rubicon+ TEN SECONDS 22:07:05 will_marx -> MXO> Computer> Destruct order 01-01-000-Destruct 0. 30 second count down. 22:07:08 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> ::beams them out:: 22:07:17 will_marx -> Computer> Destruct sequence initiated. Have a nice day. 22:07:22 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout> I'm leaving. :::enters the wormhole:::: 22:07:26 will_marx -> MXO> -=Fabio=- Energise. 22:07:39 Rhain tr'Khalav -> <OPS> Got them. 22:07:42 eagle -> <HELM>+<SCOUT>+ready for beam 22:07:54 Lt Fabio -> @<Scout><all> Hold on. <we already left. too late> 22:07:55 eagle -> <HELM>::shimmeroos:: 22:08:15 Gallus -> <AENG><helm> you remembered the cooler, didnt you? 22:08:15 eagle -> <<oh well>> 22:08:22 will_marx -> MXO> ::prepares to go down with the ship:: 22:08:33 STSF Jami -> ACTION: All who were aboard when Fabio left are alive, those not are dead. 22:08:41 STSF Jami -> And a glorious death it was. 22:08:46 STSF Seiben -> PAUSE SIM 22:08:46 Rhoda -> < OPS had beamed them over before you left> 22:08:46 STSF Seiben -> PAUSE SIM 22:08:46 STSF Seiben -> PAUSE SIM 22:09:20 STSF Jami -> And a good thing you did, Rhain. They would have taken forever. 22:09:27 STSF Jami -> ATTENTION FOR DEBRIEFING 22:09:47 STSF Jami -> ::turns to Seiben:: 22:10:22 STSF Seiben -> Good job everyone, it went along nicely. Too bad you didn't find the guy that hit you, but at least you made it back alive. 22:11:00 STSF Seiben -> Other than, that.... I've nothing more to say 22:11:10 STSF Seiben -> Anything from Jami? 22:11:18 STSF Jami -> ::steps up to the podium::: Yes...a few things... 22:11:28 STSF Jami -> First, nice working together to get the ship going. 22:12:15 STSF Jami -> EXCEPT....I did see a science officer eating a peach when he should have been helping the crew with repairs. :::contemplating a dastardly demise for that::: 22:13:35 Dominic Martin -> i hate runabouts 22:13:35 STSF Jami -> If you are on a ship that is disabled, you should do everything in your power to help, whether you are a cadet or not. 22:13:39 eagle -> <<Grinderrrrrrr>> 22:13:52 STSF Jami -> Remember these academies go on your record even if you have already graduated. 22:14:03 Dominic Martin -> i have claustrophobia lol 22:14:13 STSF Jami -> Well, Dominic...what can I say? 22:14:29 STSF Jami -> ::shakes head::: That's all from me, Captain. 22:14:34 will_marx -> Oh my. Makes me wonder just how many times I'd have graduated all over again. 22:14:55 eagle -> may i say something Jami?? 22:15:04 STSF Jami -> Go ahead, Eagle. 22:15:51 eagle -> first of all it had been mentioned prev.""memory Alpha, no joke, use it ,learn it...it really helps 22:16:36 eagle -> thats all sir,great sim overall,thank you GM'S :) 22:16:51 STSF Seiben -> Nothing else from me 22:16:57 STSF Jami -> Thank you, Eagle. And thank you all for coming. Good job tonight, Rhoda. 22:17:16 Rhoda -> thx 22:17:23 Dominic Martin -> i think next time i'll help the engineers a bit more 22:17:36 STSF Jami -> I think that would be a good idea, Dominic. 22:17:44 STSF Jami -> We do keep records, even on the advanced players.

Happy Birthday, GF! Hava donut on me!

LEVAR BURTON NEXT UP IN DISTINGUISHED SPEAKER SERIES LINEUP Actor LeVar Burton will speak at 8 p.m. on Monday, Jan. 29, at Eisenhower Auditorium on Penn State's University Park campus as the next in the 2006-07 Distinguished Speaker Series lineup. The event is free but tickets are required. Tickets will be available to students attending the University Park campus on Tuesday, Jan. 23. Faculty, staff and students from other Penn State campuses can pick up tickets on Wednesday, Jan. 24. The general public may pick up any remaining tickets beginning Thursday, Jan. 25. Two free tickets will be issued on a first-come, first-served basis. Read the full story at http://live.psu.edu/story/21775

:: on hands and knees, groveling towards him::: Oh, most magnificent master . . . . Welcome back, Grommit! You get an extra little parasol in your drink for helping out on Tuesday!!

Please do make them polo shirts. I so do NOT wear Tees well.

[sTSF Jami] Commanding Officer (CO): STSF Seiben [sTSF Jami] Executive Officer (XO): STSF Jami [sTSF Jami] Mission Executive Officer (MXO) - Mirak [sTSF Jami] Tactical Officer (TAC) - Stefan Fischer* [sTSF Jami] Operations Officer (OPS) - Luc Daren [sTSF Jami] Helm (Helm) - Nicolas Lepage [sTSF Jami] SCIENCE [sTSF Jami] Chief Science Officer (CSCI) - Kevin Anderson [sTSF Jami] MEDICAL [sTSF Jami] Chief Medical Officer (CMO) - STSF Jami [sTSF Jami] =/\==/\=END ROSTER=/\==/\= [sTSF Jami] =/\==/\=END ROSTER=/\==/\= [sTSF Seiben] MISSION BRIEF: SD 10701.09 [sTSF Seiben] The Akira-Class USS Brisbane has been ordered to find the missing runabout containing a high ranking Starfleet Admiral, near Romulan space. The region is known to be harsh and unfriendly. It is up to the crew of the Brisbane to locate the Admiral alive, as he holds valuable information on a Romulan outpost to give to Starfleet Command. [sTSF Seiben] Begin Sim [sTSF Seiben] Begin Sim [sTSF Seiben] Begin Sim [stefan Fischer] <TAC> ::at bridge console, running a weapons diagnostic:: [Mirak] <MXO> ::seated comfortably to the right of the CO keeping a stern eye on the forward stations:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::having finished reading the brief, she finds herself in sick bay doing sick bay things;: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: on the bridge at ops, processing some data before the "fun" begins :: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::sitting at his conole tapping away:: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI> ::keeps a close eye on the sensors, tapping on consoles:: [Mirak] <MXO><CO> It wouldn't happen to be Admiral Cartwright would it? [sTSF Seiben] <CO><XO> We think it might be, yes. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> ::finishes diagnostic:: Captain, weapons and shield generators are in the green. Nothing unusual to report. [Mirak] <MXO><CO> Well then we'd better be on our toes. <OPS> Mr. Daren please be sure that Shuttle Bay 1 is prepped for any contingency. [sTSF Seiben] <CO><TAC> Very good. Let's find us an Admiral [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Aye, sir. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Aye, aye. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::frowns at the current mission report, saying to no one in particular:: Admiral...Romulan space? This can't be good. [sTSF Seiben] <CO> <TAC> Have long range scanners looking out for the Admiral's runabout. [Luc Daren] <Ops> +SB1 Chief+ Bridge to shuttle bay, alpha phase readiness, please. Bridge out. :: closes comm :: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::exits sick bay and enters TL::: Bridge. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::closely monitoring the readouts on his console:: [Mirak] <MXO><CSCI> Mr. Anderson as we are near the Neutral Zone border could you recommend a way to find a runabout in a haystack using the lateral array's pallets? [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: finishes parsing his data :: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Aye, sir. ::begins examining his long-range sensors:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] I've just completed unpacking the regional info download from Starfleet Intelligence. Transferring to your console for pertinent distribution. :: sends away :: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><MXO> we could try to reconfigure the sensors as to recognise the shuttle's energy signature sir [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: checks SB1 for readiness :: [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> Thank you, there must be some indication as to why this particular outpost is so key to the Admiral. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::enters the bridge, taking a post at the science/medical auxilliary station::nods to Kevin:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: finally sees a happy little green light pop up :: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Captain, I'm detecting a Federation warp signature. It could be from the admiral's runabout. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Shuttle bay one has primary and secondary personnel on standby, all shuttle types have at least one craft on 5 minute standby. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::briefly looks up from his console as Jami enters and nods to her in greeting:: [Mirak] <MXO><CSCI> Yes indeed Runabout nacelles do emit a rather large amount of excess energy, see to it. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> <CSCI> <w> What are the chances we'll find him alive? Any idea? [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI> ::nods back:: welcome to the bridge [sTSF Seiben] <CO><TAC> Where is it cvoming from? And how long ago does it appear to be created? [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> We'll also want to clear a nice big space for an emergency landing. ::winks:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><TAC> Can you send me the coordinates? [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><CMO> we should be able to track him down, I'd say our chances are pretty good [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Coming from several light-years ahead, sir. Almost on the edge of the Romulan neutral zone. It appears to be at least an hour old. ::taps a few buttons:: <HELM> Sending you the co-ordinates now. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> <CSCI> ::small sigh:: I certainly hope so. Valuable information might mean he could be barely alive, though. [sTSF Seiben] <CO> <TAC> Thanks. <Helm> Set a course when ready/ [sTSF Seiben] and engage [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] :: nods :: Already done, sir. The only thing missing is an espresso machine for the admiral to get a latte after he comes in. :: grin :: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::turns back to the console:: <CSCI> If the Romulans get him first, that is. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><CO> Aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in. [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><CMO> ::nod:: he won't stand a chance in an encounter with the Romulans, so let's hope he steers clear of them [sTSF Seiben] <CO><THelm> Engage at Warp 9 [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> <CO> Warp 9 aye, sir. [stefan Fischer] <TAC>::continues running scans:: [Mirak] <HELM><MXO> Helmsman be sure that the tractor beam is fully operational including the auxiliary graviton emitters. ::leans over lepage's shoulder:: Admiral Cartwright likes to tax the navigational systems if you catch my drift. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::pushes a few buttons and takes the ship about:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::nods back to Kevin:: <CSCI> What's your reading on that area of space? Any specific information? [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: shunts all priorities to mission specific uses, but still has quite a bit for the secondary uses :: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM>>MXO> ::Grins:: I understand, sir. I'll make sure all systems are fully operational. [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><CMO> I can't detect any class M planets, seems to be harsh and unfriendly out there [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::nods:: =========== [sTSF Seiben] <CO> Don't wanna come late [Mirak] <MXO><CO> Captain the crew is ready, the gods are smiling on us, and we will retrieve the Admiral. ::with a look of confidence:: [sTSF Seiben] <CO ::nods at Tac:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: while awaiting the level 3 diag report, checks with engineering :: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::moves up next to Seiben:: <CO> Captain, any idea as to who this admiral is? [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><CO> We're going as fast as we can, sir. Going any faster is...not advisable. [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: a few more tap taps, peruses the results of the diagnostic :: [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO, Helm] Tractor beam and emitters are in the green, ready for full load, and on standby. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> ::finishes up:: Sorry sir, can't get an exact class. Could be anything from an interceptor up to one of the new Valdore-class vessels. However, it was moving in the same direction as the Admiral's runabout. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::listening to the bridge chatter:: [sTSF Seiben] <CO> <CMO> Admiral Cartright. Mirak had it on the nose. Apparently, he came across some vital info on some outpost in Romulan space [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI> ::scans and finds a small cluster of asteroids approx five minutes ahead:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><OPS> Sounds good. [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> If we are crafty enough to avoid the Romulans that should provide us with another option. ::sits down at his post and switches the XO's console to Engineering interface, takes a look at the Akira class shield outputs:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::taps a few buttons to adjust the course due to the asteroids that just showed up on sensors:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> <CO> Thank you, sir. Makes a difference to us when he is found. +MED+ Be advised, possible incoming is Terran. [sTSF Seiben] <CO><TAC> Alright.. regardless of what it is.. one runabout isn't a match for pretty much anything in the Romulan fleet, so.. Raise shields and bring up weapons. <HELM> and increase speed to Warp 9.5 [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::hears acknowledgement from medical:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Hard to outcraft a Romulan, sir, but we definately can. User Charles Stone has logged in. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::eyes widen at warp 9.5:: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Aye, sir. ::raises shields and begins powering weapons:: Shields up, weapons are coming online. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [CSCI] I've given you complete priority on sensors for this, so if you need it, you have it, you'll just interrupt your staff's research on nebulae. :: grin :: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><CO> ::taps a few buttons:: Sir, it's my duty to inform you that warp 9.5 is not advisable...doesn't mean I can'T do it. :grins:: [Mirak] <MXO>::confers with the CSEC on the Admiral's record and orders him to prepare a cozy brig cell just in case:: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><OPS> thank you, trust me in this situation none of my staff's doing research on nebulae [Mirak] <MXO><HELM> Lepage, those asteroids could provide us with cover on the way out. I'd rather not go toe to toe with a Warbird. [sTSF Seiben] <CO><HELM> Not advisable? Why not? And I'm sure Engineering won't mind. Akiras are limited to Warp 9.8 [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Weapons are fully powered. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Just one reminder sir... just because we can see only one Romulan ship, doesn't mean there isn't a half a fleet alongside cloaked. [sTSF Jami] ROSTER UPDATE - Charles Stone = ASci (Assistant Science Officer) [sTSF Seiben] <CO><HELM> But sod Engineering.. We have an Admiral to rescue [Mirak] <MXO><CO> Should we have science take readings for cloaking signatures sir? [sTSF Seiben] <CO><XO> Please.. [Mirak] <MXO> ::taking in all of OPS reports in stride:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><CO> Aye sir, we're going to warp 9.5. ::taps a few buttons:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::has an overwhelming urge to hang on to something::: ============ [Mirak] <MXO><CMO> Doctor, we should prepare for casualties. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::has the vessels on the sensors, too:: [sTSF Seiben] <meh...> [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> The runabout will be in communications range within thirty seconds... [sTSF Jami] <CMO> <MXO> Aye, Commander. We're ready. [Mirak] <MXO><CO> Captain we've got incoming, the Admiral's on his way. [Mirak] <MXO><HELM> On viewscreen! [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::exits the bridge to get ready in sick bay::: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: cracks his knuckles, gets ready for the hard work :: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::mutters:: Let's hope he'll make it in time...if it's really him. [sTSF Seiben] <CO> OK. <OPS> Be ready to open shuttlebay. <CMO> And doctor... ::sees her leave:: Yeah... [Luc Daren] <Ops>[CO] Finger on the button, Captain. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::stops short of the TL:: <CO> Sir? [sTSF Seiben] ACTION: The runabout enters communications range. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::a bit surprised but puts the ships on screen:: [Mirak] <MXO><CSCI>Are they even bothering to cloak themselves? [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><ASCI> keep scanning for Chroniton partcles Mr Stone, i don't want any surprises [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: looks over to Nick, smirks :: [sTSF Seiben] <CO><CMO> Oh, yeah.. uhh, please be ready to meet with the Admiral in the Shuttlebay in case it is him [Charles Stone] <ASCI><CSCI>Aye sir... [sTSF Jami] <CMO> <CO> Aye, Sir. Will do. ::enters TL::: Sick bay. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Runabout in comm range. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><OPS> ::shrugs:: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><MXO> it's possible, we should avoid surprises [sTSF Seiben] ACTION: The viewscreen changes to the face of an old man wearing an Admiral's uniform. [Mirak] <MXO><TAC> Sound the Yellow Alert please. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Aye sir. +All hands+ Yellow Alert+ [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::enters sick bay after a short TL ride and assembles a team to go to the bay::: [sTSF Seiben] Adm. Cartright: +Brisbane+ Captain. I'm glad to see you. [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> See if you can pinpoint the runabout coordinate with helm. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::gets ready to slow down the ship as soon as they meet up with the runabout:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Aye, sir. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO>The warbird is raising shields and powering weapons. [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: plays the nav sensors against the other sensors, sends coords over to Helm :: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><ASCI> Mr Stone, what do the scans show? [sTSF Seiben] CO> +Cartright+ The feeling's mutual.. we don't seem to have much time. We detect a warbird nearby, so we'll have to continue this here. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::exits sick bay to bring the team to the shuttle bay:: [Mirak] <TAC><MXO> Steady your hand... Charge phasers to full. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><OPS> ::turns to Luc:: I have it on navigational sensors it shouldn't be hard to find. Does it send its usual identification? [sTSF Seiben] <CO><TAC> Power up weapons, and shields. Red Alert.. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [Helm] Standard Federation ID signal is confirmed. [sTSF Seiben] Cartright: +Brisbane+ Agreed. I'm sending my co-ordinates to your helmsman ::does so:: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><XO, CO> Aye, aye. Phasers ready, shields are at one hundred percent. +All Hands+ Red Alert [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><OPS> ::nods:: wouldn't have expected anything else. [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> Open shuttle bay doors but keep the forcefield up. <HELM>Helm, ready the tractor beam. [Charles Stone] <ASCI><CSCI>sir, can you verify my readings? [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: opens the doors :: [MXO] Doors open, field up but ready to drop on command, sir. [Charles Stone] <ASCI><CSCI>I cant quite tell if the distorion is...in the shuttle? or maybe bouncing off the other ships... [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::prepares for eventual evasive manoeuvres:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::in the bay awaiting the admiral's shuttle::: [Mirak] <MXO>::boosting the shields from the engineering console to maximize their effectiveness against distruptors:: [sTSF Seiben] ACTION: A Romulan D'Deridex decloaks off the Brisbane's port bow, and fires a warning shot above the Brisbane's hull. [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI><ASCI> I can't pinpoint it at the moment, we should keep a close eye on it, continue to try to identify it [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: feels like he should duck :: [Charles Stone] <ASCI>::grabs console to keep steady:: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Warbird widecloaking off the port bow...They're firing! Warning shot! No damage. [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::to noone in particular:: Here we go. [Mirak] <MXO>::notices the red light klaxon and braces himself as the ship is jolted:: [Charles Stone] <ASCI><CSCI>Aye sir [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM><MXO> Preparing for evasive manoeuvres, sir. [Mirak] <MXO><CSCI> Scan the warbird for any weakness. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::hears red alert and prepares for the worst:: [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Preparing to return fire. =========== [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::in the shuttle bay::: [Mirak] <MXO><OPS> Have we got it? [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI> ::hopes the answer is yes:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::waiting for the admiral to land:::and waiting:::and waiting:::and waiting:::and...you get the picture::: [Luc Daren] (I haven't seen an ACTION regarding that, no) [Mirak] <MXO> <TAC> Target their main disruptor emitter and fire phasers on maximum. [Charles Stone] <ASCI>::Checks that seat is in full upright position...:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::raises eyebrows:: [Mirak] <MXO><CO> Captain we've briefly managed to scramble communiations, hoping to confuse them with static. [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: mentally herds the admiral along :: [stefan Fischer] <TAC> ::fires on full power, finger over the shields button:: [sTSF Seiben] ACTION: The Admiral enters the Brisbane and shields are raised. Seconds later, torpedoes hit the Brisbane, causing moderate damage to the hull. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] He's in! :: engages field :: Field up. [Charles Stone] <ASCI>::Cautiously opens a single eye:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: jitters a bit from the hit :: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::taps buttons and takes the ship about:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::rushes to the Admiral's runabout with her team::falls to the right as the ship is hit::: [Kevin Anderson] <CSCI> ::holds on to the console and takes a deep breath:: [Mirak] <MXO><HELM> Punch it Margrette! [sTSF Seiben] <CO>< TAC> Return fire! Target weapons and propulsion [Charles Stone] <ASC>:: loosens grip on console to let blood flow back in:: [Nicolas Lepage] <HELM> ::holds on to his console:: <MXO> Warp 9.5, sir. [stefan Fischer] <TAC><CO> Hull integrity at 92 percent, shields at 85 percent. [Mirak] <TAC><MXO> Aft Phasers [stefan Fischer] <TAC> ::fires aft phasers:: [Luc Daren] <Ops> :: reroutes energy to engines and aft shields and weapons :: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::quick assessment::: +CO+ Admiral Cartwright is well, Captain. Taking him to sick bay for a full evaluation. Would you like security there for a debriefing? [Charles Stone] <ASCI><CSCI>Sir if we get out of this alive... [sTSF Seiben] <CO> +CMO+ Yes please [Mirak] <MXO><Bridge> You see what a little guile can do? ::smiles confidently:: [sTSF Jami] <CMO> +CO+ Roger that, Sir. +SEC+ Security Chief to sick bay. [Luc Daren] <Ops> [MXO] Bay is secure, power routed to what we need to keep our rear in check. [sTSF Jami] <CMO> ::excorts the admiral to sick bay:::etc::: [sTSF Jami] <escorts> [sTSF Seiben] ACTION: Phasers hit the warbird and knocks out their AQS (Artificial Quantam Singularity) system, rendering them disabled. We escape at high warp with Cartrright in tow [sTSF Seiben] Pause Sim [sTSF Jami] =/\==/\=ATTENTION TO THE SCREEN=/\==/\= [sTSF Seiben] Aight.. so.. Cadet Stone; front and centre please. [sTSF Jami] :::alerts medical::: [Charles Stone] ::nervously walks up stands at attention:: [sTSF Jami] ::rumages in the trash for the box she through out a few days ago::: [sTSF Jami] ::pulls it out, covered with icky goo::: [Charles Stone] ::takes note of goo:: [sTSF Jami] :::holds it away from her nose:: you want I should clean it off, Skipper? [sTSF Seiben] OK, so.. you think you can just arrive here late and sim and get away with it? [sTSF Jami] ::takes that as a maybe;:: [Charles Stone] No Sir ::secretly thinks of course:: [Charles Stone] ::maybe, not NOW:: [sTSF Seiben] And on top of that, nonchalantly work as if nothing had happened? [sTSF Seiben] Yeah, well.. we have ways of dealing with you lot.. [Charles Stone] ::thinks back to all the panic, now called work:: [sTSF Seiben] And that's kicking them out of Starfleet Academy! [sTSF Jami] ::finds a mostly-clean tissue and cleans the goo off the box, opens it, and hands it to Seiben::: [Charles Stone] ::not liking where this is going looks again at goo:: [sTSF Seiben] We can only do this by promoting you to Ensign [Charles Stone] ::not the goo right? are they talking to me?:: [sTSF Seiben] So.. by the power vested in me by STSF Command, you are hearby promoted to Ensign. You're someone else's problem now [Charles Stone] Thank you all! [sTSF Jami] Congratulations, Charles. Skipper,you gonna pip him? [sTSF Jami] ::looks at the nice gooey rusty one:: [sTSF Seiben] Yep.. ::takes the gooey box and jabbing Charles in the neck with the extra long pip:: [sTSF Jami] ::happy clap:: Neat. [sTSF Seiben] Congrats again Charles!

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SEVEN OR EIGHT DWARF GALAXIES DISCOVERED ORBITING THE MILKY WAY An international team of scientists, which includes a Penn State astronomer, has discovered seven -- and perhaps eight -- dwarf galaxies orbiting Earth's home galaxy, the Milky Way. The discovery will be announced today, Jan. 9, during a press conference at the American Astronomical Society's meeting in Seattle. The galaxies were discovered as part of the Sloan Digital Sky Survey (SDSS-II), the most ambitious survey of the sky ever undertaken. "These dwarf galaxies have been captured by the gravity of the Milky Way and most eventually will merge with our own galaxy," explained Donald Schneider, Penn State professor of astronomy and astrophysics, a coauthor of the investigation. Read the full story at http://live.psu.edu/21577

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I have just finished Reading the Enemy's Mind - Inside Star Gate - America's Psychic Espionage Program by Paul H. Smith, and highly recommend it to anyone interested in such things. Surprisingly enough it is far from an expose and as unbiased as any history of a program can be. Paul Smith's attempt at objectivity is astounding and his experiences extraordinary, to say the least.

Personal Log Stardate 5106071.6 Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD Starfleet Medical, SFHQ, Earth Despite her initial trepidation on leaving Manticore and the life she had known for the past nine years, Jami Farrington had been enjoying her time back on earth. It was a honeymoon of sorts, reacquainting herself with all the pleasures of being planet-bound and missing only a few things about starship duty, primary of which was her husband. Of course Admiral Gren DeJariov had made every attempt to fill that void – not romantically, of course, but in the way of offering her steadfast friendship and occasional companionship. Though he was 20 years her senior, the two made an acceptable presence for state dinners and Academy picnics. Yes, she had enjoyed the first few days on earth. Refreshing, I believe was the word she used more than any other. But, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and it was the question of a wounded Manticore engineering officer, Ltjg Jim Stantion, who brought Jami out of the honeymoon and back to reality. "Why are we here?" Now, ordinarily that question would have had an easy answer, but the reference was definitely extraordinary and demanded an extraordinary explanation, which, in turn, demanded extraordinary investigation on the part of Dr. Jami Farrington. Eager to return to medical practice, Jami had chosen to work a shift in the Medical Center where she could also keep in touch with the crew who had served Manticore so ably. She was finishing her rounds on an unusually beautiful day, the kind one rarely sees in July in San Francisco. The normal billowing fog had dissipated in early morning and Jami's mind was miles away, looking forward to an afternoon on the beach, so she hardly heard the question. "What do you mean, 'Why are we here?'" she asked absently, making a final entry on his record. "I mean why are we here in this hospital, Commander? Why aren't we in the base medical center with the rest of the grunts 'n' squids?" There he stopped, as though he expected her to give the full explanation, and when it was not forthcoming he added, "McCoy Memorial Medical Center?" he continued, "Top floor?" It stopped Jami cold. The top several floors of McCoy Medical were reserved for command staff, flag officers, Council members, ambassadors, and persons of political interest. Since the junior officers in the room were not command staff, flag officers, Council members, or ambassadors, there remained persons of political interest. Oh, surely not, was her first thought, but Ltjg Stantion had succeeded in piquing her interest, so she began to dig, and what she found nearly put her in a tail spin. Manticore's wounded junior officers were segregated, not only from wounded senior officers, but from those in other departments. Visitation among them, which would normally be encouraged in the name of rehabilitation, was discouraged. Surveillance cameras in the rooms fed not to nurses's stations, but to an innocuous room on the third floor, through which doors unregistered "doctors" who had no duties nor assignments moved. Several crewmen who had healed sufficiently for discharge were still in the Center. It did tend to make her wonder exactly what was going on. She decided to check with Admiral DeJariov, who, when questioned, shifted uneasily, stumbled over his words, and otherwise displayed body language that made Jami question even further. DeJariov was obviously not as practiced in deception as were those in Jami's former line of work, and his obvious unease made her question his interest in her well-being, and if perhaps she, too, were a person of political interest. Then DeJariov's aide, Saliq, disappeared. Reassigned, the Admiral said, but where he would not say. So she found out. Things came to a head one brilliant evening, again unusual weather for San Francisco. Perhaps the atmosphere sensed Jami's storm brewing and decided to hold its own storms back a while. In any event, the Admiral had invited Jami to dinner – an uncharacteristic private dinner at the Waterford, one of the most exclusive haute cuisine restaurants in the city, revolving high atop the Waterford Tower overlooking San Francisco Bay. Though she was unsure of his motive in this sudden change of venue, her motive was crystal clear. She decided to play it to the hilt. She wore a simple black silk dress that fell fetchingly over her figure, accentuating both her musculature and her more feminine attributes. At her neck a priceless string of perfect Risan pearls, a gift from Atragon on their fifth wedding anniversary, fell just to her breasts. A matching pair of Risan pearl earrings gently brushed her shoulders where a shimmering spun silver voile draped against a possible evening chill. The combination took DeJariov's breath away and made heads turn in the dining room, exactly the impact Jami had anticipated. Without speaking a word she had gained the upper hand. She ordered Champagne oysters, followed by a signature mushroom consomme Waterford, and smoked duck. He ordered champagne, totally out of character and definitely for some ulterior motive. Somewhere between the soup and main course, Jami began pleasantly, "I've found your truant aide. He's aboard the Manticore. Fancy that." She took a sip of champagne. He almost lost his. "Fancy that," he muttered, dabbing his white tux with a linen napkin. "And, you have our crew under surveillance in McCoy Medical Center. Imprisoned might be a better word." Luckily, this time he had stopped short of a sip or he would have lost a mouthful, which certainly would have earned him another look from the maitre d'. "I'm not supposed to know these things, am I?" By this time DeJariov had stopped eating altogether and glanced at the next table where, not unknown to Jami, sat Inspector General Stephen Morris, listening to every word. Jami took a sip of champagne. "And yet, I do. And I have it stored in a very safe place. It's quite easy to find information when you know where to look." She turned and smiled demurely at Morris, then turned back to Gren. "And there could be quite a stir should the Federation Council find out." DeJariov sat back in his chair and waved off the waiter who was attempting to pour more champagne. "But, I'm sure we can come to an equitable solution." She started in on the duck, taking a chunk from its breast and devouring it with gusto. After a long pause, DeJariov said, "Go on." "The Manticore crew you may keep at McCoy, but you will curtail surveillance. They are to enjoy all the amenities of flag officers and be discharged in a timely manner, then given their first preference in duty postings." He nodded. She ate more duck. "I will be reassigned to Manticore, a shuttle will be ready tomorrow morning, and Lt Saliq will return the shuttle to you." DeJariov glanced at Morris, Morris glanced at Jami, Jami glanced at Gren, who asked, "Is that all?" "No," she said. "I'd like more champagne, please."

Personal Log, Stardate 5106070.1 Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD Starfleet Academy, Sector 001 Left Behind Feeling as though she were stepping from one life into another, Jami Farrington– physician, Starfleet Commander, former First Officer of USS Manticore – strapped herself into a seat in a shuttle bound for Earth. On the opposite side of Starbase 1, the USS Manticore, NCC 5852-A, departed on its maiden voyage. Jami had served in deep space for nearly 12 years, nine of them aboard USS Manticore, and this time it had left without her. During the mission to Nede Prime the original Manticore had endured such devastation that, a mere 24 hours before, it had been unceremoniously demolished, imploded from bang to whimper. In a matter of seconds the once-proud Federation warrior melted into the cold emptiness of space before the eyes of the crew she had served so well. During the Babylon’s attack the crew itself had been spared. Mostly. If physical injuries healed slowly, emotional injuries healed at a snail’s pace. Jami had endured both and remained under the watchful eye of Surgeon General Admiral DeJariov at Starfleet Headquarters on Earth. Not having been released for duty, she had been left behind, an injury to compound the injuries she had already received in battle. So she left the station, unable to watch the Manticore – and her husband – leave without her. In her present state of mind she could only deal with such a blow in one way – unreasonable anger. Some men play with models. Atragon plays with starships. Real ones, Jami thought as she drew the seatbelt around her. Toys, she thought, jerking the seatbelt tighter. Not service - cinch - not honor - cinch - not duty - cinch - it’s his toy! A fully grown man playing with a multibillion credit spaceship! The belt was so tight she could hardly breathe. “Are we drunk enough to be blunt but no so drunk that we'll remember the conversation?” That had been Margaux’s question just a few hours before as they lounged on the beach outside her uncle’s villa on the Costa del Sol. It had come after a ######-for-tat exchange beginning with Jami’s, “What makes you want to leave this for deep space?” and Margaux’s, “What is going to make you come back to deep space?” Knowing it was a precursor to the inevitable deeper, darker secrets that were usually unearthed after several margaritas, Jami grinned and nodded, then raised her glass for a refill. It was going to be an interesting afternoon. “Do you still love him?” Margaux continued. “And what I mean by that is, love him enough to follow him back out there.” Margaux rolled her eyes towards the great beyond. Jami’s silence spoke volumes. Jami loosened the seatbelt a notch as the shuttle lifted gently and departed the bay. Back on Earth she had made the classic mistake that most couples make some time or other in their relationship. A few beautiful relaxing weeks had led her to believe that she and Atragon could ‘settle down’ and live ‘normal’ lives. The problem is that neither of them had ever lived a ‘normal’ life so Jami was operating under an illusion. Atragon had answered the siren call of space, as Margaux had so aptly put it, and returned to the only life either of them had ever known. And Jami had been left behind. Up to the point that the Manticore NCC 5852-A docked at the Starbase 1, neither Atragon nor Jami had a choice. Atragon had command status with no ship to command; Jami had command status and no assignment, plus her medical leave. Now, with a new ship to command, Atragon had a choice and Jami didn’t. In her pain she replayed the scenario over and over in her mind. Still under medical leave, until her discharge Jami would remain on Earth. After she was declared competent and mentally sound she would probably take the position Admiral DeJariov had offered her at Starfleet Academy. Without Atragon. Without Manticore. “The Academy is building a new science/medical complex. It's tempting. Really tempting,” she had told Margaux, who countered, “Here is another blunt question. Will your marriage survive if you choose to take DeJariov's offer? Or perhaps the better question ... will you survive if you don't?” Again, Jami had no answer. Margaux posed other questions. Is love enough? Was the marriage drawing them together so the two were becoming more than the whole? If Jami continued to compromise and make concessions how long would it be before she became resentful? All valid questions. All without answers. Was she following him out of duty? If so, why did it pain her so to see him – and the ship – leave without her? Where did she really belong – on Earth, or in space? In all this Jami hoped for one thing – that this period of forced absence from Atragon and the Manticore would give her some answers, and that in the end she would be able to follow her convictions.

Hey...for a human 53 is quite young! ::bops Hyperdrive:: Happy Birthday, Sovie - or whatever they say on Vulcan.

Teresa, My thoughts and heartfelt prayers are with you, more now than ever. You are a loving, caring, nurturing person, and now it's time for us to care for you. Remember we are always here for you. The beauty of cyberspace is, in my mind, that no matter where you are in the world and what your circumstance, those who know you here are always available, waiting to help. The beauty of our forum is that we get to know one another well enough to have a heartfelt response whenever any of us is in need. You have always been forthcoming when you were needed. Now is your time of need. Now is our time to help. Take life - as has already been said - one step at a time, one moment at a time if need be. You have my number. Call me. Talk to me. And remember, as Grom said, there is always hope. Psalm 71:14 Isaiah 40:31 God bless, Jami's player.

Personal Log Stardate 5106060.4 Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD Starfleet Headquarters, Sector 001 Simple Gifts Gren DeJariov could not have made a better choice in putting Jami and Atragon in VIP quarters rather than in those set aside for patients and their families. As she sat on the balcony of their apartment, her head leaning back against her husband's chest, Jami realized she could not remember when, if ever, they had truly been together. Of course there had been times on Risa, occasional midnight jaunts in the captain's yacht, and stops at various planets for R&R, but there had always been the ship looming, and a constant threat of instant call to duty hanging in the air. Here - with Manticore decommissioned - they were blessed with precious time together, time that no one, nothing could take away. Jami had forgotten the joy of experiencing the simple things in life, many of which she had taken for granted before Manticore -- walking a woodland path together, eating with Atragon without interruption, watching the sun set to the tune of a rustling sea breeze, and being assured that she would fall sleep and wake the next morning with her husband beside her. She was healing more quickly than expected because of this. Not to say that rest and relaxation was the only treatment prescribed, but just to be reminded of life, to have her mind relieved of duty as well as her body, made all the difference. Of course a part of her would always be with Manticore, but in truth she had built her life around medicine, around healing - and wasn't that ironic? Physician heal thyself is a quote much misused, often tossed aside as a joke or biting sarcasm. In truth, physicians could not heal themselves -- much as they would like to -- and were more prone to deny themselves treatment than to seek it. So here she was, healing. But as she sipped Atragon's expertly concocted iced tea, a question needled her consciousness and she gave a soft sigh. Perhaps they were not alone after all, since Dr. Wadi's question had interrupted the view. Think seriously about living planetside for an extended period of time, she had said. Consider that you have been serving in deep space for over a decade, and do some real soul-searching before you make that decision. Though the admonition had been gentle, there remained a deep warning, and at that moment Jami realized Dr. Wadi probably knew her better than Jami knew herself. Be that as it may, now was not the time to consider those things. Now was time to live - to really live - and to love. She glanced upwards at Atragon, his eyes radiant with a glow from the setting sun, and she was reminded of a poem: Fear not death, my son. Rather fear a song unsung, A race unrun, A deed not done. For death is nothing more than a becoming, But life is opportunity for loving. ~~~Ai-Li

Hey, Nick - not to worry. Just think - since you were posted to helm, you would have been the one to die :P

Personal Log Stardate 5106051.4 Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD Starbase 1, Sector 001 Dark Dreams It was the moment of relaxation that did it. While some shrank and cowered during times of crisis, Jami Farrington's gut reaction was the opposite -- she met all comers with a ferocity akin to a targ. So, when faced with the adversity of Nede Prime, she faced it squarely, making instantaneous decisions that most probably saved thousands of lives. But everyone has a snapping point, and Jami Farrington found hers after the fact, during a time of relaxation with Manticore docked at Starbase 1, the drama over, the crew safe, and Consul General Jaffe removed from power. Jami's badly charred hand furnished a superficial excuse to black out just as the crew finished exiting the dorsal module, but the reality of the situation remained -- she had reached her breaking point days ago but had managed to hang on until her subconscious told her it was safe to collapse. And collapse she did, enough to secure a temporary transfer to Earth for medical and psychological treatment. It remained to be seen if the trauma was more extensive and warranted early retirement. Of course the physical damage was dealt with more easily than the psychological. A series of dermal regeneration treatments and a few grafts covered with clear artificial skin bandage and her hand was as good as new. As for the psychological damage . . . . Her dreams tumbled one after another in chaotic sequence. Herds of sheep scattered in all directions only to be mowed down by great mechanized monsters. Ships disintegrated by asteroids, supernovae, and each other. Masses of sentient beings, all different species, all dressed in the same white garments marched robotically towards a great chasm that opened and closed in hypnotic rhythm, like a great maw eager to devour its helpless prey. And the children. Always the children, snatched from their mothers and thrown into icy pits, then emerging as robots dressed in the same white garments, ready to march towards the chasm. Among them came her half-Vulcan daughter, Janis, who turned her head slowly towards Jami to reveal sightless eyes, all the while marching . . . marching . . . marching towards the chasm to her doom. Jami tried to move, but her feet were too heavy, bolted to a platform on which she stood. She tried to scream but nothing came out. The platform rose, the children marched, the chasm beckoned. At the height of her helplessness a blinding flash of light would awaken her screaming, trembling in terror. One figure remained conspicuously absent from the nightmares: Atragon. Why, she wondered. What did that mean? What did the dreams mean? And most of all, when would the dreams stop? Would they ever stop? Too many questions and too little time to answer them. Only one thing was certain - it would be a long recovery.

Personal Log Stardate 5106050.7 Cmdr Jami Farrington, MD USS Manticore NCC 5852 Stupid Moves It is a strange thing, the human condition: a mixture of contradictions to puzzle and confound, and keep countless psychiatrists in business for millennia. And yet, one could argue that the total illogic of it all, as frustrating as it is for more logical species to endure, is what makes life interesting for humans. Jami Farrington was very much a human in that respect. One would think an injury such as that which she sustained while virtually entombed in the dorsal module of the Manticore would make her cry for help, but it didn't. Instead she shrank from all assistance, pressed her severely burned, blistered hand to the front of her uniform and sat resolutely on the deck, her knees against her chest and her back against the module wall. A stupid move? Perhaps. If nothing else it was a strange reaction that matched the strange circumstances in which she found herself. After Manticore's near-death experience at the hands of Captain Wolf and the USS Babylon, the command staff of Manticore had agreed to stuff the crew into the secure, unscanable dorsal module, the repository of all Manticore's Black Ops heavy armament and the one place where a scan of the ship would reveal no life signs. Another stupid move? Perhaps. But this way the Manticore would theoretically appear an empty shell - Wolf's battle trophy - which he would tow back to Sector 001. Wolf would then present Consul General Jaffe with said trophy, she would utter all manner of incriminating remarks (definitely a stupid move), Admiral Atragon would appear from behind his personal cloak and Jaffe's ruse to covertly disseminate technology to pre-warp non-Federation planets would be exposed. And so Jami Farrington and the crew of the Manticore found themselves encased in that ship's dorsal module. But how was she injured? It seems that when they cut life support to the ship it had some effect on the dorsal module, in which life support also began to fail. While engineering and security personnel scrambled to manually erect panels and seal them with phaser fire, command staff circulated, moving crew to secure positions and checking the integrity of the seals. Limited lighting and more crowded conditions created a situation ripe for mistakes. Cmdr Farrington reached down to check the integrity of a seal, stumbled over a reclining crewman, and fell head first into the panel, catching herself with her hand across the red-hot seal. The resulting first degree burn shot searing pain up her arm and across her chest, doubling her over. Upon reflection long after the fact, Jami reasoned that her instinct from many years in covert operations was to hold her silence. Slowly, deliberately, she had slipped to the deck and braced herself against the bulwark. But when Dr. Major passed by Jami refused her aid. Why? Were there more severely injured crew who needed a physician's attention? Did Jami feel that as a physician she could take care of herself? Did she feel she deserved the pain; it was a stupid move that gave her the injury and she would have to deal with it? Point after point would be dismissed by attending psychiatrists later on, until only one irrefutable cause for her silence remained. In the midst of chaos, in the midst of distress, with her life and the lives of the crew at the mercy of Captain Wolf (whom many considered a madman), Jami Farrington clung to her pain because it was the one thing that assured her she was still alive. She grit her teeth, cradled her hand, and told herself over and over I am alive; the crew is alive. We_will_survive! Admiral Gren DeJariov, Starfleet Surgeon General and a very close family friend would, by chance, find Jami Farrington in the medical facility at Starbase 1. Having known her since her Academy days, Jami's physical and emotional state would astound him. He would take personal responsibility for her recovery, then try once more to convince her to take an appointment to the Academy. And this time he just might succeed.