USS Reaent

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FredM -> ====BEGIN SIM====

V'Roy -> ::most likely getting drunk in the pilot bar::

Tabor Nansk -> ::sitting in his fighter, with massive butt rash after being in there for 3 weeks::

Scherer -> :: is running from the shuttle bay to the nearest TL ::

WxMurray -> ::on the bridge at tactical, taking in what they have just found::

Shane -> ::walks into MENG, looking for Scherer::

merina -> ::in sickbay working and making sure that the place is secure::

FredM -> ACTION: The Reaent Remains In Polar Orbit Of A Nearby Gas Giant. The "Asteroid" And Wormhole, Including The Approximate Location Of The Proxima, Remain Just Out Of Sensor Range.

J. Shamor -> ::right behind Scherer::

DrDMatthews -> ::still hanging around on the bridge trying to figure out what's going on::

Arch Angel -> ::In his fighter...awaiting a order to launch the squadron::

V'Roy -> ::in his fighter instead::

Scherer -> :: curse as he has to stop from a sprit to the TL door ::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::at Sci1 wirking the sensors which unfortunately are out of range of all the good stuff::

Cmdr Ridire -> ACTION: Somewhere in the back of V'Roy's mind the very clear picture of Ridire yelling at him and confinging him to his quarters for drinking while in a potential battle situation appears.

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: Can you slow down, I'm not as young as I used to be

FredM -> ACTION: Somewhere in the back of Ridire's mind the very clear picture of HR yelling at him for yelling at someone else without filling out a HD/4403 Form.

Scherer -> :: smiles as he enters the TL :: Still can beat most of are youngest Secuirty officers

J. Shamor -> ::enters TL::

V'Roy -> ::imagines Ridire just might send a trained warrior to his quarters during a battle::

FredM -> ::looks back at tactical:: I am making an assumption they still don't know we are here...

Tabor Nansk -> <<waiting for the cute carhop on skates to bring the tray over to his fighter>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::in the mean time has collected some nifty data on the gas giant::

WxMurray -> <<Ah, it's a paperwork sim, is it?>>

Cmdr Ridire -> ::sitting quietly in his chair on the bridge::

DrDMatthews -> ::standing beside Annabelle:: How do we get closer without them noticing us?

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: I'm going to keep that in mind if we spar again.

Cmdr Ridire -> <<Murray, paperwork is why junior officers were invented>>

Arch Angel -> ::Looks over at V'Roy::Tapps:: I see the Commander let you out of futher helm duty to join us::grins::

WxMurray -> ::checks his sensors to confirm it:: If they know we're here, they're doing a good job at ignoring us.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::glancing up at Deb and hoping her question was rhetorical::

V'Roy -> <Cute Carhop On Skates>

Scherer -> :: keeps his grin as he orders the lift up to main engieering :: Don't think you'll get me next time though shamor

V'Roy -> +Arch+Yeah, once we get to the destination there isn't much for Helm to do

Shane -> ::takes over a console ready for yellow alert::

J. Shamor -> ::grins:: Who knows, you might learn something from me this time.

V'Roy -> <Cute Carhop On Skates>Nansk> What are you doing with your space ship here? This is for cars!

DrDMatthews -> ::reading the data over Anna's shoulder::

Scherer -> Shamor i've always learned somthing from ya

merina -> ::does some paperwork even though it's for junior officers::

J. Shamor -> ::raises brow:: And that is?

DrDMatthews -> ::steps back:: I'm sorry. I shouldn't be hanging over your shoulder.

FredM -> ::looks at Ridire:: The much larger question is even once we get over there, how do we get the answers that we need. I doubt one could simply knock on a door and ask for the tourist information packet...

Tabor Nansk -> ::shakes himself awake from what must be a dream - or a nightmare - a cute babe with V'Roy's voice::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::smiling voer her shoulder at Deb:: Why not?

Arch Angel -> +Bridge+ Angel here,all fighters ready and standing by

Cmdr Ridire -> ::Glances at Fred::Shouldn't we also be asking whether it's actually worth the risk to go take a look?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> :;reaching across and patting Sci2:: Take a seat if you'd like Dr. matthews.

DrDMatthews -> ::scrunches up her nose::It's distracting.

Shane -> ::is watching the warp core anti-matter reactions::

Scherer -> :: exits as the tl door opens:: Whether is be a move or underestimating a oppent, and to reready my self :: pauses:: when I left the Special forces and went to be a engieer I forgot alot of things and got way to rusty

FredM -> ::tilts his head:: A wormhole appears, with a Federation starship signature near it, and you don't believe it is worth it?

J. Shamor -> ::sighs:: You sound like me at one point in time

Annabelle O'Halloran -> It's not distraxcting to me, Dr. ::has been watching these sensors for hours::

Cmdr Ridire -> To risk another Starfleet ship on a probable suicide mission? That's at least 15 ships out there and the Federation won't learn anything if we die in the attempt.

DrDMatthews -> ::sits down at Sci 2:: That sure looks like a wormhole.

J. Shamor -> ::follow Scherer::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::taps the console and takes a look at the gas giant analyses::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::and looking past Deb to Ridire:: Commander....

Scherer -> :: now just walking to engieering:: but now look at you, your still on top you have learned alot and are still looked up to by many people

DrDMatthews -> But even if those are science vessels, they're armed. We would be a sitting duck if we tried to sneak in.

Arch Angel -> ::Hits the comm button::Tabor,V'Roy,Fighters comm check

J. Shamor -> ::shakes head:: There's always something to learn, I can't believe you forgot that lesson.

V'Roy -> +Arch+zzzzzzzzz ;) Hun? What?

J. Shamor -> But there are also things I try to forget.

Tabor Nansk -> ::turns down the volume and mutters, then dials up and responds::Check sir

Shane -> ::spots Scherer walking into MENG and walks quickly towards:: ::Scherer:: Chief, do you have a moment?

Arch Angel -> +v'Roy/Tabor,fighters+ Comms check good

Scherer -> :: looks back to shamor :: we always want to forget somthing that has happened but you shouldn't in the end

Shane -> *towards him

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::taps Deb's screen to show her gas giant:: look at that...there's a radiation belt that extends out rpetty extensively...I dont' think they could pick us up on sensors if we ventured a little closer.

merina -> ::begins to wonder about this whole mission::

V'Roy -> +Arch+Something seems to be wrong with my signal. I'm getting the Batman Begins soundtrack.

DrDMatthews -> ::follows Anna's gaze to the Commander::

Arch Angel -> ::presses the stores button and reviews his loading compliment::

DrDMatthews -> ::looks back at the screen::

J. Shamor -> ::grunts:: Then you truly don't know me, let's get to work and figure out our next step.

FredM -> ::shakes his head:: Think needs to be a know...

WxMurray -> ::glances over at Anna's screen::

DrDMatthews -> How much radiation?

Arch Angel -> ::Blinks::+V'Roy+Well whatever it is...it is entertaining

Scherer -> :: shrugs:: What my Grandfather always said and I take that as word :: turns to Shane :: Hey shane and yes I got a moment need to be in private?

Cmdr Ridire -> ::sighs::Fine...but we both know that there has to be warbirds around

Shane -> No, sir, not in private. I just had an idea for our sensor range problem.

J. Shamor -> ::to Shane:: Any idea is better than no idea, what is it?

Arch Angel -> ::going over the astral nav updates as they are updated::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looking back at screen and tapping commands:: Quite a bit...as it turns out and we really shouldn't stay here alla that much longer...with the shields down.

Shane -> The obvious solution for scanning the wormhole would be to send out a probe, unnoticed.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> *all

Cmdr Ridire -> ::senses Deb's glance and turns enough to look back at her for a moment::\

J. Shamor -> ::raises brow:: Disguise the probe?

Shane -> But we can't use the holo-cloak technology, since it's so unreliable.

WxMurray -> ::adds his two cents to Anna:: We're in Romulan space. We really shouldn't stay here all that much longer. Period.

Scherer -> :: nods::

WxMurray -> ::shrugs:: I mean...just saying.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::nodding to Wim:: neither is healthy.

Cmdr Ridire -> Unless you're proposing to race to the asteroid, latch tractor beams on it and pull it and us through that probable wormhole I really doubt the Romulans are going to let us take an extensive look

DrDMatthews -> :::nods toward the command chairs::Make sure they know that.

Shane -> So why don't we use an actual asteroid?

J. Shamor -> What about a fighter? Their power output is lower than our ship which should make it a little harder to detect

WxMurray -> ::nods:: Yeah, I find death to be a rather unhealthy prospect. Be it by radiation or by Romulan.

FredM -> ::watching the discussions, listening::

Shane -> A fighter with the holo-cloak?

Scherer -> no wouldn't work to high of a output even for it

Scherer -> since they will be getting closer

merina -> ::still working on the reports::

J. Shamor -> Not neccessarily, send one out running on low power. Low enough to where it won't get picked up on sensors

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::nodding to Deb:: Commander Ridire, this gas giant is generating a large amount of gravimetric radiation and we're soaking it up.

Cmdr Ridire -> ::Frowns and glances at Annabelle::Should we be concerned?

Scherer -> hmm but even then they can note the metal hull

Tabor Nansk -> <<jeez, how many people got the invitation? We need to set up bleachers!>>

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: Depends on the distance

Scherer -> which can be picked up I think we have to camo it any how but we need more natural

WxMurray -> ::looks at the Commander, tempted to repeat what he just said to Anna, but doesn't::

Shane -> That why an asteroid would.

J. Shamor -> Are there any in the area we could use?

DrDMatthews -> ::leans back in the chair and studies the Commander's reaction::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> :;wanting to say that if he and deb ever wish to start a family, perhaps:: Yes, Commander, I think so. ::looking to Deb:: Do you agree, Dr?

Shane -> There should be plenty in the planets orbit.

DrDMatthews -> <<:wub: Anna>>

FredM -> ::looks over at science and lets out a sigh:: Even the hiding spots will kill you around here...

DrDMatthews -> ::nods:: I agree.

Scherer -> attach a fighter and capulat it towards the target

Cmdr Ridire -> ::glances from Anna to Deb::So how long can we stay here?

Arch Angel -> ::locks in the various attack and defense patterns and sends to all fighters::

DrDMatthews -> ::glances at Anna:: What do you think?

J. Shamor -> ::shakes:: If one ship got wise they'd toast it

Scherer -> If that was your thought shane?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> As little time as possible, but if we can get out within the next 30 minutes that would be good.

V'Roy -> ::always preferred seat-of-your-pants flying to predefined patterns::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::some of them will live to tell the tale::

DrDMatthews -> An hour at the most.

Shane -> I had just figured on putting sensor equipment inside the asteroid.

Cmdr Ridire -> ::smiles faintly::Would you two like to confab and come up with an agreed upon time?

Shane -> But I guess a fighter would work.

Scherer -> hmmm :: thinks for a moment::

WxMurray -> ::finally pipes up:: In any case, we need to make a move, and we need to do it soon. The longer we stay here, the longer we risk being found.

J. Shamor -> ::thinks for a moment:: Hey Aaron, remember the meeting before the mission? We could use that thing, but I doubt the captain will go for it

Annabelle O'Halloran -> I cede to the CMO.

DrDMatthews -> We should leave within the hour....30 minutes would be best.

Scherer -> unless

Shane -> What thing?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::assumes they can all get injectiosn at some point::

FredM -> ::looks at Ridire:: At least it won't be during dinner...would hate to have to rearrange the crew rotation. ::sighs and looks at the viewer again::

Scherer -> a cloak shane :: looks to shamor :: well I have a horrible idea that might get me court marshelled but it might work

J. Shamor -> Not if I use it, by stealing a fighter. That way only one of us gets in trouble.

FredM -> ::tilts his head:: What is the maximum speed of our fighters?

Shane -> Why do we even need to use a fighter?

Scherer -> ;; laughs:: like hell i'd allow you to do that

DrDMatthews -> In the meantime, I'll have Merina break out the Hyronalin.

V'Roy -> <<because the fighter pilots are bored>>

DrDMatthews -> +Merina+ This is Matthews.

Cmdr Ridire -> ::glances at Fred and arches an eyebrow::Have something in mind?

FredM -> ::glances around the bridge, looking for an answer:: Someone...what is the fastest speed of our fighters?

merina -> +matthews+ this is merina

Scherer -> at least not alone bud :: smiles turning to shane:: and the fighter just because theres a better chance of it getting to the target even if its found out

FredM -> ::looks at Ridire and smirks, standing:: +Scherer+ Michaels to Scherer...

Scherer -> +Fred+ Scherer here Sir

Arch Angel -> ::Tapps::+Ridire+Angel here Commander...all fighters are powered up and standing by sir.

Shane -> Well do you want me contact science to start scanning for an asteroid large enough?

DrDMatthews -> +Merina+ We're currently orbiting a gas giant with a large and very potent radiation belt. We may be forced to stay longer than we want to. Break out the Hyronalin just in case radiaition poisoning becomes a possibility.

FredM -> ::takes a few steps moving towards the turbolift:: +Scherer+ I need a full engineering team down to the fighter bay....bring communications equipment.

Tabor Nansk -> ::thinking that if he idles much longer he's going to need to refuel::

FredM -> ::points at Murray and Ridire:: Come on gentleman...::points to his temple:: Let's find out how crazy I am.

Scherer -> +Fred+ Aye sir

merina -> +matthews+ understood

DrDMatthews -> <<Oh let's not find out and say we did.>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks at Fred and wonders if tghat's something the jury is even still out on::

FredM -> ::points at Angel:: Tell our good squadron leader to get five of his pilots ready....

WxMurray -> ::raises an eyebrow:: You mean we still haven't established that? Wow, we're slow.

FredM -> <<That should be Points to Ridire>>

Cmdr Ridire -> ::stands and follows after Fred::

FredM -> ::enters the lift, waiting for the others::

merina -> ::tells some of the nurses to get the Hyronanlin out in case we need to use it::

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: Communications equipment?

DrDMatthews -> ::watches as the CO prepares to leave and takes her husband with him::

WxMurray -> ::follows as summoned::

Scherer -> Seems there up to somthing and they left us out of the loop

V'Roy -> <<We have 5 pilots?>>

FredM -> ::yelling from the lift door, to O'Halloran:: Keep the clock running on thirty minutes...

Arch Angel -> <<yes we do....remember viper and crash?/>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks sideways at Debbie:: The signal appears to be coming from the asteroid...

J. Shamor -> ::thinks for a moment:: Of course, Fred you sly devil.

FredM -> <<There is an entire squadron aboard the Reaent, made up of about 24 fighters/craft/pilots.>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::yelsl back:: ASye Captain!

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Aye, even

Tabor Nansk -> <<maybe he's counting the cardboard doubles>>

FredM -> ::to the computer:: Fighter Bay....

V'Roy -> <<I thought Crash died.>>

Arch Angel -> <<nope>>

DrDMatthews -> ::slowly stands::

FredM -> ::pacing in the lift::

Scherer -> Shane grab your kit :: hits his combag:: +Team 1,2+ Repair teams one and two please report to the fighter bay with the spare commucation gear and your kits

DrDMatthews -> ::to Anna:: Thanks for the information. I'm going back to Sickbay. I think I'll send someone up to innoculate the bridge crew just in case we don't get out of here before the radiation affects us.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::leaning back in her seat where she's been sitting for...a long time:: Dr, the Proxima signal seems to be coming from the large asteroid.

Cmdr Ridire -> <You're forgetting Jester, Maniac, Maverick, Angel and I do believe Jaime and Adam can also fly the fighters>

Shane -> Aye, Chief::runs to grab his kit::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Ok, that would be much appreciated, Dr.

J. Shamor -> ::to Scherer:: I'll check things on the bridge, the team here will keep engineering safe.

V'Roy -> <<When did Angel learn to fly?>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::havign set a timer on her console now down to 23 mins::

DrDMatthews -> ::nods and walks briskly to the lift::

Arch Angel -> +Tabor/V'Roy+Wonder whats going on...

J. Shamor -> <<when he got his wings>>

DrDMatthews -> ::steps inside and orders it to Sickbay::

Cmdr Ridire -> <different Angel. >

Shane -> ::waits by the lift, ready to go::

FredM -> ::looks at Murray:: What is the best range of our communications array for non-subspace?

Scherer -> Alright shamor and hey afterwards give me a shout got to talk to ya eh

FredM -> ::as the lift doors open, exit and borderline runs down the corridor::

V'Roy -> <<I just drink a Red Bull. It gives you wings.>>

Cmdr Ridire -> <one you're thinking of is male. one i'm thinking of is female.

Scherer -> :: instead of grabing his kit and starts to head out of engieering::

Tabor Nansk -> +Angel+ A darn fine time to be having second thoughts on this mission, isn't it?

J. Shamor -> ::exits engineering and makes his way to the nearest TL::

DrDMatthews -> ::exits the lift and hurries into Sickbay::

DrDMatthews -> ::looks around and locates Merina::

Arch Angel -> +Tabor+well...we wait

Shane -> ::follows right behind Scherer::

J. Shamor -> ::in TL:: Bridge.

merina -> ::looks up to see deb::

Scherer -> :; exits main engieering and heads out to the lift:: I wonder what there cooking up for us

DrDMatthews -> ::to Merina:: Just as a precaution, let's go ahead and innouclate the bridge crew and our own staff.

FredM -> ::turns the corner and walks into the fighter bay hanger....glasping his hands together, looks at Murray:: Range Commander...what is the range?

Cmdr Ridire -> <ACTION: The ghost of Ridire's english teacher shows up and bats Scherer over the head>

J. Shamor -> ::rides lift up::

WxMurray -> Best range? Under perfect conditions, we could proably get through a solar system...

merina -> ::nods:: ok, i have been feeling a little nauseated

Cmdr Ridire -> ::follows after Fred quietly, wondering what he's come up with this time::

WxMurray -> In what time? Are we talking realtime?

J. Shamor -> ::enters bridge, exits TL::

FredM -> ::nods:: Real time...for data transfers.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::keeping an eye on radiation levels and looks up to see Shamor enter:: Hello, Jon.

Shane -> Is the Capt. known for any crazy ideas?

DrDMatthews -> ::nods:: Let's get you innoculated.

FredM -> ::looks around the hanger:: Where the hell is everyone? ::looks at Ridire:: Tell Angel to get him and his people's rears out here....

J. Shamor -> ::nods to Anna:: So what kind of trouble are we getting into?

Scherer -> <Action: Ridire is assualted by space squirrels next time he dreams> :: enters the lift and orders it to the fighter bay ::

FredM -> ::takes a few steps forward:: +Scherer+ Let's go Chief!

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Well....we're currently being exposed to dangerous levels of radiation but that's not too bad.

WxMurray -> Realtime...not too far. Like I said, you could probably get from one end of a solar system to the other in the best of conditions.

Cmdr Ridire -> +Archangel+ Angel, the Captain would like the presence of you and your pilots now.

Arch Angel -> ::spots Fred and group....powers down,and pops the canopy::

DrDMatthews -> ::walks to the table where the Hyronalin has been stacked and loads a hypo::

J. Shamor -> ::jokingly to Anna:: At least we're not getting assimilated by the Borg

Scherer -> :: exits the lift and enters the fighter bay shouting out :; Am here sir

FredM -> ::shakes his head and approaches one of the fighters, motioning for Murray to follow:: The computer systems of the fighters feed realtime data to the ship...and we can transmit thru that connection to relay ship sensor information, right?

Annabelle O'Halloran -> The Captain is on the flight deck I think...and is doing...well, I have no idea

merina -> ::nods and walks over with deb::

V'Roy -> ::powers down fighter::

Arch Angel -> ::Looks out and stands up...clambers down the ladder::

Cmdr Ridire -> <Scherer, does the term "Chief quartermaster" mean anything to you?>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::smiling at Jon:: That's true, very glass half full of you.

WxMurray -> ::follows:: Sure, that should be pretty simple.

J. Shamor -> ::grins:: I have an idea on what he's planning but I'm not too sure.

DrDMatthews -> ::turns to Merina:: Here you go. ::presses the hypo against her neck and pushes the little button::

Tabor Nansk -> ::sees the gahering group on the flight deck and thinks someone is scraping the bottom of the barrel for carhops these days::

WxMurray -> I mean, that would be SOP, I believe.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> You don't know what he's planning but you're not too sure. No faith?

Tabor Nansk -> *gathering

Arch Angel -> Fred> Captain....we have been on standby...awaitiing a launch order

FredM -> ::nods, walking up a few of the steps to look inside the cockpit of one of the fighters...looks back at Murray:: How much data can that connection handle?

V'Roy -> <<Ridire - You really want to put Scherer in charge of keeping the ship supplied?>>

J. Shamor -> I have faith the he'll do something crazy

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::is pretty sure she filled out all that next of kin crap after graduation::

J. Shamor -> <<that*>>

merina -> Thanks deb. I take it you want me to go to the bridge to disperse this.

Shane -> ::is ready with his kit along side the other ENGs::

Cmdr Ridire -> <<No, in my versionof the term, it's the rank I gave someone when I demoted him to garbage collector on my old game>

Cmdr Ridire -> < :wub: >

DrDMatthews -> ::nods:: Yes, please do. And you might want to hang around until the Captain gets back.

V'Roy -> ::climbs out of his fighter::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> We came here to find out what happened to the Proxima.

DrDMatthews -> He's on the flight deck with the Commander and Mr. Murray.

FredM -> ::looks at Angel:: Really? That is good....get your people out of their fighters.

Arch Angel -> Ridire> Commander...We are right here,have been on alert as ordered

Tabor Nansk -> :;opens the canopy and take a breath of fresh air::

Scherer -> <lol should becarful of what you throw away Ridire then > :; heads over to the group still wondering freds plan ::

J. Shamor -> ::looks at the viewscreen:: I take it we found something, aside from a toxic cloud.

WxMurray -> A standard datalink still leaves enough bandwidth for a secondary signal, particuarly audio/video in case of emergency. Plus, I could probably tweak the settings to get a bit more than that.

FredM -> ::looks around:: Where the hell is Scherer....

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks voer to Jon:: Do you think it was stupid to have hoped we might have found it intact?

V'Roy -> ::takes a breath of recycled hangar bay air::

merina -> ::nods:: Will do. ::grabs a med kit and takes extra hyronalin::

Arch Angel -> ::Motions to Tabor and V'Roy ...have the pilots disembark the fighters

Scherer -> :: looks at the captain :: Right here Captain

Tabor Nansk -> ::shakes his head in disbelief, and powers down his fighter::

J. Shamor -> ::to Anna:: I expected to either find it intact or chop-shopped

V'Roy -> ::does an about face, faces the fighers, and yells:: Disembark!

merina -> ::with things in tow heads off to the tl and the bridge::

FredM -> ::looks at Scherer:: Lieutenant Commander....you have fifteen minutes to have your teams rewrite the autopilot protocols on five of these fighters so they will accept commands thru the fighter's communications arrays. You are then to upgrade that array as best you can.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::shrigging:: We're hanging over a massive radiation belt but Dr. Matthews thinsk we'll be ok if we hightail it our of ehre within the hour.

Cmdr Ridire -> ::somehow suspecting that he's going to soon have to fill out the paperwork to requisition more fighters::

V'Roy -> ::does another about face, faces Arch, and smiles::

FredM -> ::looks at Murray:: I need the Reaent's tactical computer able to remotely handle all flight controls of these things....

Cmdr Ridire -> ::decide he's right::

Scherer -> :: stretchs:: Easy sir

Cmdr Ridire -> ::then decides that's a good task for Scherer::

WxMurray -> ::nods:: Aye, sir. I'll set up the link.

Tabor Nansk -> <<sorry, gotta run. Don't leave home without me!>>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> The trasnponder signal seems to be coming from the large asteroid by what might be a worm hole.

V'Roy -> <<Make up your mind. Is he collecting garbage or pilots?>>

Arch Angel -> fred> Aye sir...If I may sir, I understand you need 5 eighters and pilots?

J. Shamor -> Worm hole? And the Romulans never seemed to mention it on their blogs

merina -> ::arrives at the bridge:: ok everyone time for some medication to fight the radiation.

Arch Angel -> *fighters

Cmdr Ridire -> <<the joys of junior officers, V'Roy, you can have them multitask>>

FredM -> ::looks at Scherer:: Good...since it is so easy, have the simulation program in the holodeck brought online. I want it to be able to accept the feed from the tactical computer link Mr. Murray designs.

WxMurray -> ::moves over to a console to begin the work::

V'Roy -> <<I can? Wow!>>

Cmdr Ridire -> <except you>

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::sirprising ehrself by laughing:: They are a very private people.

FredM -> ::looks at Angel:: And five of your people are going to fly these fighters. You are going to launch an attack on that asteroid, causing damage and then running for your lives in the opposite direction. Finally you will either be destroyed by the enemy or do it yourselves....

merina -> ::begins with anna and works her way around the bridge::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::looks form Jon to Merina:: Hello, Dr. Merina...got some hyronalin?

FredM -> ::pauses:: Remotely from the confines of the holodeck.

merina -> Yes i do Anna and i'm starting with you.

FredM -> ::looks at Ridire:: They stir up the hornet's nest...hopefully the hornets will follow them.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Thank you...::grateful for the incolulation and wishing Deb had also sent tootsie pops::

merina -> ::continues her round::

Cmdr Ridire -> ::starts to say "And if they don't?" but decides that can wait for the turbolift ride back to the bridge::

J. Shamor -> ::to Merina:: Are we going to have to decon the ship later?

FredM -> ::looks at Shane and his team, noting they aren't working yet, looks at Scherer:: You now have fourteen minutes...

Arch Angel -> ::Rubbing his chin...grins:: Fred> Aye sir....that just may work

Scherer -> :: turns to shane :: shane take what ever fighter you want we'll be setting up the target computer and helm to a remote projection

merina -> ::jon:: your guess is as good as mine

FredM -> ::turns and starts to exit the fighter bay:: Call me when we're ready....

Cmdr Ridire -> ::again follows after Fred::

FredM -> ::turns and points at Murray:: Make sure that data connection can handle everything Commander! I mean it, that includes a self destruct command.

Shane -> Aye,sir ::turns towards a fighter and heads over::

J. Shamor -> ::sheepish grin:: Seeing as we are next to a toxic area, I would expect so to prevent further contamination.

Scherer -> :; heads over to the nearest fighter he can :: it'll be easy once you disable the interface :: sends off the rest of the team else where ::

Cmdr Ridire -> ::quietly to Fred::They're going to wonder how five starfleet fighters got this far into Romulan space without a mother craft, Captain

FredM -> ::as he turns into the corridor and starts facing front again:: Don't want the damn things flying thru space forever...

DrDMatthews -> ::begins innouclating the Sickbay staff::

WxMurray -> ::with great confidence:: Captain, when I'm done with this, the fighters will be able to make a steak dinner.

Annabelle O'Halloran -> Sounds like a plan ::to Jon::

V'Roy -> I beg the Captain's pardon, but a fighter is a very sophisticated piece of equipment. Starffleet tried using drones before and could not establish a remote interface up to the task. Why would a remote interface through a holodeck simulatio be any better?

FredM -> ::as he enters the lift:: Oh I know that...and hopefully they will follow those fighters all the way home.

Shane -> ::climbs up on top of V'roy's fighter and takes a panel off::

merina -> ::finishes up the hypos with jon:: I know, more likely will have to. it depends on the level of the radiation. ::hangs around until the co and xo come back::

FredM -> <<::the Two Minute Warning Guy arrives, waves, and leaves::>>

Cmdr Ridire -> So you think they'll, after destroying the fighters, continue on that course looking for us?

Arch Angel -> V'Roy> You,tabor,Will,Viper,and I are going to be doing some fancy flying....remotely

Scherer -> :: takes a seat in the ###### pit of the fighter and opens up the command relay : :

Shane -> ::finds the cockpit controls interface and disables it::

Cmdr Ridire -> ACTION: Jester, who looks a bit like Michael Ironsides, glowers at Arch Angel.

Arch Angel -> << LOL >>

FredM -> ::shrugs:: Who knows....we just need them gone long enough to get some sensor scans. ::to the computer:: Bridge. ::back to Ridire:: Despite what Murray is claiming, the interface for this is going to be slow. Remote operation of fighters was never intended like this. Simple commands, maybe. Beyond that, things overload. We don't need them to work for long, just long enough.

J. Shamor -> ::looks at view screen again:: So how many Romulan ships are we looking at? About 5 or 6?

V'Roy -> <Maverick>Hey Jester

Annabelle O'Halloran -> 15 Jon.

FredM -> ::sighs and faces the closed doors:: Fire off a few torpedos, a few phaser shots, turn and jump to warp...trying to survive as long as they can.

Shane -> ::has a team member hand him a peice of the communications relay::

FredM -> ::looks at Ridire:: The benefit is we'll also get some sensor data saying everything works correctly...

Cmdr Ridire -> <erm oh wait...there's two Mavericks>

V'Roy -> <Maverick>Haven't seen you since, oh, I believe it iwas 1986.

Cmdr Ridire -> ::nods::

J. Shamor -> ::raises brow:: 15, sounds pretty challenging

Annabelle O'Halloran -> 3 warbords and 12 support ships. Nine of them fit the science profile.

Scherer -> :: sets the controls to transmit to the commucation relay but has the information then gatewaited to the reaent ::

merina -> ::paces somewhat on the bridge::

Annabelle O'Halloran -> ::would really like to know what the science ships have been working on::

J. Shamor -> So 6 are combat ready, sounds like fun.

FredM -> <<And....>>

FredM -> =====PAUSE SIM=====