USS Republic Sim log

[STSF_KBear 0]

STSF_BluRox -> Mission Breifing:: The Republic upon approach to the wormhole, noticed a slight destabilization, and pulled back from entry just before it collapsed. Meanwhile, the away team still is trying to determine what their captors want of them.

STSF_BluRox -> Begin sim

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STSF_BluRox -> Begin Sim

Joy -> Bad wormhole.... Bad!

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::on the bridge::

Joy -> :: Small smile to Heather ::

STSF_KBear -> Joy any time estimate of that worm hole opening back up?

Jameson Bardolph -> ::in prison with Fiona, keeping a lookout while she gets some sleep::

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::idling in neutral, waiting for the nxt wormhole to appear::

STSF_BluRox -> Helm..move us back about about 4000 km, I want to give this beast plenty of room if it decides to open with a bit of a roar

Joy -> There was an interval of several hours between the first opening and the latest. That suggests that it comes and goes at a fairly frequent interval.

Heather Jamieson -> :: slouches :: "I am so tired."

Joy -> But two samples doesn't tell us anything reliable. Wormhole patterns are often chaotic.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::sitting on the floor of her cell, back against the wall, so afraid of going to sleep she's willing to sing nonsensical Trill lullabies to a human child::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> They are weak, and not very resilliant. They appear to be of the same species as were recorded by the Tholians, but they had been of the Alpha Quadrant, not the Gamma Quadrant.

Ayumu Kasuga -> Right. ::starts backing up::

Joy -> :: to Heather :: Would you care for a break? I need you alert, not zombie mode for this one.

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> Why do we waste our time with 'any' of these quadrants. All we have found are these lower lifeforms. Many do not survive the scientists tests or socialization experiments

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Drools in his sleep::

Heather Jamieson -> :: nods :: "Aye lass. I could use something."

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::stops:: We have backed the requisite 40000 km.

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest> We explore, and one day may find our equal. For now, there is science, gathering for genetic building of a superior worker force

STSF_BluRox -> and for ...companion animals

Joy -> Very well. If you think a snack break, at least that. If you need solid sleep... :: shrugs ::

Fiona Weber -> (Sorry, was delayed on the bus. There was a screaming child, however, so I need little effort to get into character.)

Jameson Bardolph -> ::settles back against the wall in a position where he can see as much of it as possible, trying to keep himself from falling asleep as well::

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lol))

STSF_KBear -> <<LOL>>

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest2> We've not found one of these species that make a good match.

Ayumu Kasuga -> <lol, someone needs get a car :P >

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest2> We do we not just sample their DNA, start some clones and work from there?

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::glancing down at her near damp leg, humming and wondering if it's comman for all humans to drool in their sleep, or if it's just a Robinson trait::

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest> Genetic diversity, and if we breed for the finest bloodlines, we shall have the most resilliant creatures to serve us. I tire of replacing the ones we have every 50-100 years

Heather Jamieson -> :: thinks for a moment :: "Should I head to my quarters or something simpler?"

Jameson Bardolph -> ::really wishing he had a phaser, or something useful to work with::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Sucks on thumb::

Jameson Bardolph -> ::reflecting that he could carve into the wall with his phaser; scratches experimentally at it with his fingernails::

Joy -> << They really ought to visit Mudd if they want models that last... >>

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest 2> They do not seem to like the foods though they investigated them when we first presented. We plan on trying a different course of nutrients today

Fiona Weber -> @ ::wakes up from her nap::

Jameson Bardolph -> ((something called a "TV Dinner"))

Jameson Bardolph -> *@@@

Jameson Bardolph -> @::notes Weber stirring:: Morning, Doc...sleep well?

STSF_KBear -> :: watching the screen and sencors diligently watching fr any sign of the wormhole eto reopen::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> Very well...see to your pets. Though, you shouls stop thinking of them as pets, they are to be tested to see if their race is sufficient to add to the genetic pool

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::glancing up to the shirtless wonder in the corner, sleeping like a log and sighs softly::

Joy -> I think you should know your own needs better than I, Heather.

Joy -> I'd just like to know if you wish just a brief break or need more time.

STSF_BluRox -> @ Javier> ::looks amazing even in his sleep::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::yes, yes he does::

Heather Jamieson -> :: blinks :: "Maybe so. A bit more time.. Who is down in medical now?"

Joy -> I'm not sure.

August Jax Robinson -> ::Stareing up at the ceiling, wonders what Will is doing.... or who he is yelling at::

Joy -> +Sickbay+ Who is currently on duty?

Jameson Bardolph -> @::scratches sharply at the wall again for a moment, then gives up in annoyance, slapping his hand flat against the "bulkhead"::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::half-hearted smile:: Hi. I guess we're still here, then.

Joy -> :: thinks she may have to train her assistant a bit more. ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::doesnt have anyone to yell at since Barcode was kidnapped::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::flexes her hands, then goes back to rubbing Gunner's back, jerks her head as she hears something coming from the other cell::

Jameson Bardolph -> @Sure looks like it. ::somewhat exaggerated charming grin:: Lucky us.

Jameson Bardolph -> ((aw, he misses me))

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest 2> :: Wonders if these creatures are monogamous, or breed only during certain times of the year. Perhaps he would have to induce and start the cells in the lab and implant

Heather Jamieson -> :: gets up and heads to medical :: "I shall return shortly."

Joy -> Very well.

Capt Rian Kwai -> ((We're in trouble now...))

Fiona Weber -> @ I was hoping that I might wake up having been transported to my quarters without even being woken up.

Heather Jamieson -> :: the lift moves swiftly towards its destination, reaching the medical deck moments later ::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 27 and 29> ::bring back several more of the away team members, depositing them in the cell with Kwai and Javier, lookkng none the worse for wear, though a few hours ago they appeared to have had their insides

STSF_BluRox -> turned inside out, they seemed to be meerly resting now

Heather Jamieson -> :: enters medical and speaks to the first person she sees in blue about her needs ::

STSF_BluRox -> <who wants to make some incredibly risky rolls tonight? Be careful what you volunteer for!>

Jameson Bardolph -> @No dice, I'm afraid. Get some rest at least?

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::eyes the Oest and the other away team members enter her cell, makes no move to get up or say anything::

STSF_KBear -> I wish this worm hole was as predictable as the Bajoran one is.

STSF_KBear -> <<sure>>

Fiona Weber -> <<I'll do it...>>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((aye)0

Jameson Bardolph -> * )

Ayumu Kasuga -> <<ok!>>

Joy -> It may be. Two samples of a wormhole tells us nothing.

LtCmdrRobinson -> <<FOOLS>>

Heather Jamieson -> << even me >>

STSF_BluRox -> I've seen no record of it in any of these star maps

August Jax Robinson -> ::wont roll tonight, might end up with triplets::

STSF_BluRox -> So I'd bet it's pretty unstable

STSF_BluRox -> <rofl>

STSF_KBear -> Ill feel a lot better once we can go through and find our cerew.

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lmao))

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::looks at the Science People::

Ayumu Kasuga -> <heh, Jax'll be the new octo-mom. >

Heather Jamieson -> :: sits on one of the beds waiting for the nurse on duty to inject something ::

Joy -> Do we have any knowledge that our people went through the hole?

Capt Rian Kwai -> @Well kiddo. ::talking to the sleep child:: At least we've got new friends for you to play with. ::looking at the new crew entering::

Fiona Weber -> (That'd be a break. Don't you have quintuplets right now?)

Fiona Weber -> (How is it that the kid likes Kwai more than me?)

Joy -> :: turns to face the bridge center. ::

STSF_BluRox -> Not a one, it's only a hunch since we've found nothing other than the trail that headed this way

Capt Rian Kwai -> (('cause I'm sweet?))

STSF_KBear -> Just that thats where the trail we were following went.

STSF_BluRox -> it's that, or we give up and go home.

Capt Rian Kwai -> ((or I work at camp...I can't tell which))

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::farts in his sleep::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @Oh now that's special. ::waves her free hand past her nose::

Fiona Weber -> ::sits up, rubbing at eyes:: I need my own bed again. Sleep is good, but sleep without a resulting neckache would be beautiful.

Heather Jamieson -> :: gets some warm drink for staying more alert ::

STSF_KBear -> ::looks to Blu:: Sorry Sir Im not ready to give up.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::grins:: No pleasin' you, is there?

STSF_BluRox -> I told everyone my intentions, they all had the chance to get off. With the delay..::turns to look at the bridge crew:: Tell the crew, that anyone having 2nd thoughts, may report to the shuttle bay at this time, get one of the shuttles and meet up with our runabout that has tured back towards home

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::feeling drowsy, unintentionally closes her eyes for a moment::

STSF_BluRox -> Anyone staying, I dont' want to hear about it later, or about families and pets..they ahve the chance now.

STSF_BluRox -> ::turns adn pads back to her seat::

Fiona Weber -> (Hey, nobody offered to escort my snake off the ship!)

Jameson Bardolph -> ((lmao))

STSF_KBear -> :: sends the message to the crew ::

Fiona Weber -> (wth)

STSF_KBear -> +shuttle bay 2 + shuttle bay 2 be ready for incoming wishing to depart.

August Jax Robinson -> ::can't sleep, gets up::

STSF_BluRox -> @Oest 2> ::enters the enclosure, waving the others back with the bracelts, and moves over towards Kwai::

Fiona Weber -> (I happen to love that snake.)

LtCmdrRobinson -> If anyone has second thoughts, then perhaps they shouldnt be in starfleet. Risk is part of the job. Everyone should know that, especially on this ship after all this time.

STSF_KBear -> Exactly Will

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::jerks awake at hearing foot steps again, offering a slight curse as a response::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::opens his eyes, grips Kwai's leg::

STSF_KBear -> <<Someone tape Ayumu to the room?>>

Heather Jamieson -> :: takes the mug of liquid and heads back to the bridge ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> <<::staples::>>

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest2> ::runs a wand over Kwai and looks at some readings on it

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::looks at her scanners, for any sign of the wormhole re-opening ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> <backspace key again, lol>

Capt Rian Kwai -> @Shhh shhh...::pats Gunner's back, glaring at the creature, wishing that one of her fellow captives would make a break for it while she's being stared at::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> ::reaches down with long silvery fingers, touching the sides of Rian's head, and holding them there a moment, getting a feel for how w

Heather Jamieson -> :: reenters the bridge ::

STSF_BluRox -> she reacted, then reached town to touch her stomach sensing her unrest

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Screams!::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> ::reashes in a bag, and pulls out a number of roots, tubers and nuts and offers them to Kwai:::

Joy -> :: Shakes her head, question not answered, but stubbornness sensed. ::

Joy -> :: Looks to heather. :: That was fairly quick.

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2>::hands the younger creature a long purple tuber to see if he would eat it::

Fiona Weber -> @ I guess not. ::smirk:: I guess I'm a difficult woman.

STSF_BluRox -> @ ::turns and walks to the exit, turning to toss a fwe more of the tubers for the creaturs to see if they'd eat them::

Heather Jamieson -> "I decided to get something to keep me awake for a little bit."

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::winces at the scream, which doesn't help her headache:: <q>Gunner, please....shhhhh... ::eyes the food offered, cautiously takes one of the nuts:: It's okay, kiddo. Just relax.

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Crawls onto her lap::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> Goes to the food slot in the adjoining cage, sets a few of the purple tubers into the slot for Bardolph and Fiona and leaves to go observe from an upper deck

Jameson Bardolph -> @Hey...what's life without a little challenge? ::winks and pushes himself to his feet::

August Jax Robinson -> ::Exits quarters::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Nut tasted just like an almond

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::watching their captor leave, then works on breaking open the nut, offering a piece to Gunner:: Here kiddo...hopefully this will have some protient in it.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::then notes the arrival of a large purple tubor in a hertofore-unseen slot in the wall:: Huh.

Joy -> Very well.

STSF_KBear -> Shuttle bay 2 says 3 families have changed their minds and are ready for departure.

Joy -> Any inspired thoughts?

Heather Jamieson -> "I used to be able to pull all-nighters.."

STSF_BluRox -> @ Get them out of here...ths is why there should be no families or children on the ship

Heather Jamieson -> "This is good coffee."

STSF_BluRox -> @ How many times have we jeopardized decisions because we had to keep the families safe?

Fiona Weber -> @ Oh, I don't mind challenges.

Fiona Weber -> @ I mind, well, this.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @<q>I know, I want to go home too. ::cracking open another nut and eatting it herself::

Fiona Weber -> (Amen, Blu!)

Joy -> Coffee seems to be the major argument in favor of being organic.

STSF_BluRox -> <no @ on my last 2 sentances, sorry>

STSF_KBear -> +Shuttle bay 2+ Permission to launch rendevoue with the other shuttle we will pick you up on the way back.

Fiona Weber -> (We agree on something? My god, we're going to have to have a jolly cup of coffee and biscuits some night.)

August Jax Robinson -> ::Steps onto the lift::

Jameson Bardolph -> @::that wasn't what he meant but he doesn't press the issue:: It's not exactly a dream vacation, that's for sure. ::walks over and picks up the tuber, turing it over curiously::

Heather Jamieson -> :: sips ::

Jameson Bardolph -> ((a cup of biscuits?))

Jameson Bardolph -> *turning

STSF_BluRox -> ::turns hearing Heather:: Joy, if your staff is having difficulty perfomring their jobs without bringing their breakfast onto the bridge with them, perhaps you should call in the next shift?

Jameson Bardolph -> @More food items, I'm guessing. And bright purple, too...if we're looking for something to make an ink out of, we could do worse.

Heather Jamieson -> :: incensed ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::thinks the admiral needs a catnap::

Joy -> Yes, admiral.

August Jax Robinson -> ::Steps onto the bridge, walks over to where Will is::

Heather Jamieson -> "I should just go."

Joy -> +Next shift+ Please report to the bridge.

Joy -> :: To Heather :: Aye.

Joy -> :: Logs out ::

Joy -> :: Exits to TL ::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::was probably the only crewman who wasn't replused by the bug meal, the mush meal, the water and tuber meal::

STSF_KBear -> :: looks back seeing August appear:: We haven't given up Yet Jax. we are still looking.

LtCmdrRobinson -> ::thinks his Wife® has wonderful timing, fears the admiral may turn her attention towards them::

Jameson Bardolph -> ((weirdo))

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> ::notes some of the creatures seem to like the nuts, but not the tubers:: Curious, checmical composition would have predicted they would have lied them.

Joy -> :: waits briefly for Heather ::

Heather Jamieson -> :: begins to walk toward where Joy is standing ::

STSF_BluRox -> <<See what happnes when I NPC on that Tuesday ship, it sort of seeps over into this character....lack of coffee! LOL >>

Ayumu Kasuga -> <<kik>>

Ayumu Kasuga -> <<lol>>

STSF_KBear -> <<LOL>>

Capt Rian Kwai -> @Better now? ::offering another one of the roots to Gunner, rubbing his back as he sits in her lap::

August Jax Robinson -> <<you need to *save* it for Tuesday>>

Heather Jamieson -> :: enters the turbolift ::

Jameson Bardolph -> ::sniffs the tuber for a moment and then snaps off a piece and chews on it::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::nods:: Our lucky day.

Joy -> Stellar Cartography, please.

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Takes the root, keeps eyeing the door::

Joy -> :: Waits for the TL door to close. ::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::chewing on a few of the nuts:: How is that?

Jameson Bardolph -> @::dryly:: Delicious. Want some? ::tosses her a chunk and then picks up some more, squeezing off some of the purplish part with his fingers and starting to crush it up::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::takes one, smiles:: Excellent.

Heather Jamieson -> "That was uncalled for, no matter what rank she carries. This was given to me my a nurse."

STSF_BluRox -> @ <<Tubers taste like a combination of a sugar cane and sweet potato>>

Joy -> Welcome to prime shift.

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Perks, shoves the tuber in his mouth... wanting more::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::lays her head back against the wall, trying to take some deep breaths:: <q>Don't get sick, don't get sick, don't get sick.

Joy -> Acknowledged. And I believe she is putting the ship at risk with no significant evidence of reward.

Jameson Bardolph -> @If you're not into sweet things you may have some issue with it though...

Fiona Weber -> @ ::takes one, chewing:: Not bad at all.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::after a moment's thought, turns and tries to smear the crushed-up root on the white wall::

Joy -> Organic beings, get tired and make decisions based on emotion.

Heather Jamieson -> "We have not studied this wormhole enough to determine its exit point."

Joy -> And at times even androids reach limits.

August Jax Robinson -> ::Takes a seat, looks like heck::

Joy -> I'm not sure, short of running probes through, that we can learn the exit point.

Fiona Weber -> @ ::chews thoughtfully:: It could be far worse.

Jameson Bardolph -> @Hey, at least it doesn't have legs.

Jameson Bardolph -> @Or, y'know...move.

Joy -> And that is what I would prefer to do, but this isn't going to be what happens.

Fiona Weber -> @ Exactly...

Jameson Bardolph -> @::makes a face::

Joy -> :: Steps out of TL, and starts to stellar cartography. ::

Heather Jamieson -> "You program a probe to ride out the wormhole to the exit point, wait until it opens again, then ride it back... and hope it exits where it began."

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> ::makes note that some of the creatures are eating the tuber, yet the one male, like some animals that smear it's feces or urine to mark territory or mate, is using the food to mark his living area. This must be one of the alpha males. His cells will be collected for breeding and cloning experiments

Joy -> Precisely.

Heather Jamieson -> "Should be quiet here at least."

Joy -> Is that doctrine, or just common sense?

Jameson Bardolph -> ((breeding experiments? oh boy...))

Joy -> True.

Ayumu Kasuga -> <<Yipee.>>

STSF_BluRox -> <someone missed the mission brief and openign statments? lol>

Fiona Weber -> @ Hmm. And maybe displaying a knowledge of mathematics...

Heather Jamieson -> "Just what I would do.."

Jameson Bardolph -> ((>.> apparently :P ))

Joy -> :: Settles in at one of the chairs, and jestures for Heather to sit. ::

STSF_BluRox -> <Bardolph is destined to be the progenitor of a whole new race of genetically bred worker bees>

Heather Jamieson -> :: brings up the wormhole data on the large stellar cartography screen ::

Jameson Bardolph -> @::draws a face on the wall with a bit of the tuber:: What've you got in mind, doc?

August Jax Robinson -> ::tugs on Will's arm:: (w) what's going on?

Jameson Bardolph -> ((rofl))

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::after taking a few breaths, she calms herself again:: <m> This is no picnic.

Heather Jamieson -> :: sits ::

Joy -> But do you see significant chance, short of forcing the Admiral to a full night's sleep, of rationality?

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Having a Picnic of candy!::

Capt Rian Kwai -> ((If they have wings and crave Cinnabons...then the Oest are in trouble))

LtCmdrRobinson -> We're just waiting for the wormhole to reopen

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> ::has seen enough: Bring the male and female from the smaller enclosure to the lab. I will meet you there :: he sent mentally to those around him

Heather Jamieson -> "I'm afraid I don't know her enough and my experience so far is not... positive."

August Jax Robinson -> (w) what is taking so long

Joy -> :: Nods ::

Heather Jamieson -> "I have had so little bridge duty. All of my work has been her or in smaller labs,:

LtCmdrRobinson -> it's unstable, thats why its taking so long

STSF_BluRox -> @ ACTION: 2 of the Oest come to the enclosre and motion for Bardolph to walk to the door::

Fiona Weber -> @ I don't know if it'll...

Fiona Weber -> @ ::blinks::

Joy -> The entire command staff here is exotic at best. Science can at best advise, stay out of the way, and hope to survive.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::has not problem giving Gunner more of the tubors if it makes him happy::

Jameson Bardolph -> @Oh, for the love of...again? Where are we going now? :;scowls and throws down the tuber::

Joy -> But... assuming they are in a grand hurry, is there any way we can contribute?

Jameson Bardolph -> @::looks past the Oest, pondering the possibility of slipping out the open door; begins a slow sideways motion towards it, glancing at Fiona with raised eyebrows::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 7> ::seeing Bardolph did not like the tuber, takes a bettle from a pouch and sticks it in his mouth

Heather Jamieson -> "Send a probe out ahead of us to help our navigation."

Joy -> We are allowed to vent for a few minutes, but at this point we have to accept the plan as ordered.

August Jax Robinson -> ::Looks at Will, with a pained look on her face::

Jameson Bardolph -> @Ackpbth! ::chokes as the live thing goes down his throat::

Joy -> You were set to do that on the aborted run?

Jameson Bardolph -> @::shakes hhis head back and forth like a started dog::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::yelps::

Jameson Bardolph -> *startled

Heather Jamieson -> :: a probe of proper configuration appears in the upper left corner of the SC screen ::

Jameson Bardolph -> @to Oest> That is SO gross! ::with some aggravation::

Heather Jamieson -> "I believe so, just looking over my work."

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> Motions Bardolph to the door, hovering finger over bracelet button::

Joy -> Forward it to science console on the bridge.

Fiona Weber -> @ ::starts to follow Bardolph:: Lieutenant...

Jameson Bardolph -> @::moves out the door, the bracelet gesture not lost on him:: <m> Dammit...

Heather Jamieson -> :: forwarded ::

Joy -> And if you can refine it, let's do so.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::pause, glance back at Fiona:: Aye?

Fiona Weber -> @ ::starts to say something, decides against it:: Guess it's just you, this time.

Heather Jamieson -> "Checking the subspace protocols of the probe."

STSF_BluRox -> @ ::two others come for Fiona, motioning her to follow the other direction:::

Heather Jamieson -> "I need to create something that can adapt to time differentials."

Fiona Weber -> @ ::mutter:: Or not. ::sighs, heads out of her cell in the indicated direction::

Jameson Bardolph -> @Spoke too soon, ma'am. ::winces, then looks at the Oest near her:: Where are you taking her?

Joy -> Yep. That would be prudent.

STSF_KBear -> I wonder what our crew is going through. I wish we could at least speak to the to find out if they are Ok.

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> ::motion Bardolph to keep moving

STSF_KBear -> ::more to herself than anything::

Jameson Bardolph -> @::as Fiona disappears, swears under his breath and walks out into the corridor as well, but repeats:: I said where is she going? And where am I going? What do you want?

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::is tempted to hint to some mischief for Gunner to get into with the other crew members, partly for her own entertainment and partly to releave herself of some of the burden of being worried about him::

Jameson Bardolph -> @::casting his eyes around for a potential escape route::

STSF_BluRox -> <ok......first divergance...Even or Odd?>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((even))

Ayumu Kasuga -> <<Even>>

August Jax Robinson -> <<odds>>

Heather Jamieson -> "The phase discriminator can be off as much as 2.0"

Fiona Weber -> @ ::glances from left to right, trying to find somewhere else to be that is not with her captors::

Fiona Weber -> <<odd>>

STSF_KBear -> <Odd>

Heather Jamieson -> <even>

Joy -> <pass>

STSF_BluRox -> <chicken!>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((new york abstains...curteously...))

Jameson Bardolph -> ((*courteously))

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::points at sleeping figure of the Shirtless Wonder::<w> Hey Gunner...think he'd like a bit of food too? :;holds out another root::

Jameson Bardolph -> @::edges his way towards the outside of the group of Oest escorting him::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::reaches out for the root::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::hands the root over, wondering if she gives Gunner a "job" it will keep him preoccupied::

Heather Jamieson -> :: finished her coffee ::

STSF_KBear -> Ayumu Any signs of opening yet?

Ayumu Kasuga -> No sir. I'm afraid not.

STSF_KBear -> ::sighs:: I was hoping I was wrong about that.

Joy -> The next question, is should we get through and find these people, is how to expect the next encounter to run any different than the prior ones.

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::Shoves root in his mouth::

STSF_BluRox -> < alright due to the abstentions and the rest remaining in a tie, tie breaker goes to my dice instead>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((uh oh))

STSF_BluRox -> <courteously of course>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((::smirks::D)

Ayumu Kasuga -> <heh>

August Jax Robinson -> <<Wait! Will didn't vote!!>>

Capt Rian Kwai -> ((Just don't crash the ship))

Fiona Weber -> @ ::keeps nearly deciding to bolt, stops herself each time::

Heather Jamieson -> :: nods :: "They appear to be ahead of us in a few areas, no telling what we would encounter"

Joy -> The primary possibility is that they might make the mistake of taking Will, in which case... something might happen.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @Well, it was worth a try. ::chuckles, ruffles his head::

LtCmdrRobinson -> <I never vote, its survival>

August Jax Robinson -> ;)

Jameson Bardolph -> @::has already decided that as soon as he gets a cross-corridor, he'll make a break for it; this can't be leading anywhere good::

Joy -> As far as I can tell, they haven't developed translator technology, but they are way ahead in starship technology.

LtCmdrRobinson -> <that way when it goes wrong, I can say "hey, I didnt vote for that, dont blame me">

Heather Jamieson -> "They may have not felt a need to."

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest 2> Move the others to the habitat we prepared for them to make them more comfortable.

Joy -> << What? I'm agreeing with Will? Oh, dear. There must be some mistake.... >>

August Jax Robinson -> ::stands up::

August Jax Robinson -> (w) I am going to eat, then try and rest... you need sleep to at some point

STSF_BluRox -> <the question is, even with translators...do you see data having a conversation with Spot, or Archer with Porthos? Only so far they will go...lol>

Joy -> Or they might not be a social species. Or perhaps they have only one language, and thus have failed to develop the concept of 'translate.'

Fiona Weber -> @ ::tired of walking, turns and glares at one of the Oest::

LtCmdrRobinson -> I'll sleep when I get the kid back.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::glances at his companions and repeats again:: WHERE ARE WE GOING?

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::hoping that Bardolph isn't going to get himself into trouble, lest they all feel it::

Heather Jamieson -> "Do they see us as sentiant

STSF_BluRox -> @ ACTION: Bardolph is pointed into one room, Fiona to the next, and motioned towards a bench

Jameson Bardolph -> ((too late :( ))

Joy -> We build starships... but perhaps they don't qualify as starships by their standard.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::swears under his breath as they reach their apparent destination, gives the Oest a skeptical look and then sits down on the bench, more to see what happens next than for anythign else::

Fiona Weber -> @ Bloody hell. ::sits, glaring at the Oest::

Heather Jamieson -> "Probe is ready, forwarding to the bridge."

STSF_BluRox -> @ ACTION:: Rest of crew is being rounded up by other Oest, and brought to a new larger habitat, an internal replica of living quarters, mess hall and recreation hall on the ship,::

Joy -> How would they define sentient? It is easy for any species to convince themselves they are better than others in some manner which is important than them... and thus treat all others as inferior, as 'subhuman'.

Joy -> In fact, this is perhaps the normal situation. Each species finds a way to consider itself superior.

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> ::takes a swab and rubs it inside of Bardolphs cheek::

Ayumu Kasuga -> 'Subhuman'. A lot of irony in that word now.

Jameson Bardolph -> @::sputters::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::when it's her turn to be 'rounded up', finds it difficult to pull herself up from the floor without swaying or controlling the dizziness::

STSF_BluRox -> and then placing swab in test tube.

STSF_BluRox -> ::motions for another to take Bardolph back to the others

Jameson Bardolph -> @Yech...what is it with you people and puttig things in my mouth?

Jameson Bardolph -> @And what was that for? ::points, determined to keep asking questions until someone pays enough attention to answer::

Joy -> Or subklingon. Or sub Q. Or organic. :: Ironic smile. :: Organic beings are inferior in many ways, you know. They can create rules, but are not advanced enough to follow them.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::Helped along by the Shirtless Wonder::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::thinks twice of running away...::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest2> ::then turns to Fiona's room, motioning to her to sit back and relax, and presses a button on the bracelet to put her into a neural paralysis

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> ::motions for Bardolph to move and motions to bracelet

Heather Jamieson -> "Perhaps rules is the wrong word. Guildlines."

Fiona Weber -> @ ::this couldn't end well::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> (m) Wewa

Heather Jamieson -> "There can be no justice if rules are absolute."

Joy -> :: Laughs :: See? You are an organic being too?

Jameson Bardolph -> @Oest> Yeah, I see your damn bracelet -- I get it. You can knock me out. But you can tell me what's going on first, for the love of Pete...::scowls::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @<q>C'mon little one. ::holds out her hand, the other one ropped around Shirtless' waist:: It'll be okay.

Joy -> You do know I'm an asimov processor android? You really don't want to work through that argument.

Heather Jamieson -> "I don't believe being following rules comes from being advanced."

Fiona Weber -> (Neural paralysis - conscious and unable to move or unconscious?)

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> ::motions for Bardolf to go now or:: Presses bracelet, causing his legs to go limp and dropping him to the ground

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::decides to yell for her:: WEWA!

STSF_BluRox -> <rolls...conscious>

Heather Jamieson -> "I don't mind the arguements."

STSF_BluRox -> <unable to move>

Fiona Weber -> ::in that case, absolutely terrified::

Jameson Bardolph -> @Ahhh--hhh...::hits the ground with a thump:: ooofff...

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> WEWA!!

Joy -> Would you try to persuade a Vulcan to abandon logic, a Klingon to abandon honor?

Jameson Bardolph -> @::mumbles:: Come on...what do you want? ::starts dragging himself towards the door::

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::doesn't discourage the yelling, but doesn't necessarily appreciate what it does with her headache::

STSF_BluRox -> @ Oest> ::sevearl come to pick up Bardolph, and they carry him back to rejoin Kwai's group in their little Republic relica. At least there were semi private quarters, enough for 2 per room

Jameson Bardolph -> ((this a permanent limpness?))

STSF_BluRox -> <no, 5 minutes>

Jameson Bardolph -> ((ok)0

Jameson Bardolph -> @::carried in and deposited floppily with Kwai and the rest::

Heather Jamieson -> "I would not, though there are honorless Klingons and illogical Vulcans."

STSF_BluRox -> @ action> Oest> ::turn towards Fiona and swabs her cheek, taking it to the lab to place in a tube as well

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::eases herself down into a chair, lays her head on the table, her arms serving as a pillow::

Fiona Weber -> @ ::would very much like to kill the creature, whatever it was::

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::rubs Kwai's back like she had for him before::

Heather Jamieson -> "There must not be any non-asimovian Mudd model androids."

August Jax Robinson -> @ Gunner> ::but still looks for Wewa::

Joy -> OK. I am not saying that logic, or honor, are superior to any other set of values.... I just want to suggest that convincing an asimov processor android to disrepect law is a task of a similar level of difficulty.

Capt Rian Kwai -> @::snorts softly, then sits up, patting Gunner on the head:: <q> Thanks kiddo.

STSF_KBear -> ::sighs:: I wish this worm hole would open up already. ::getting impatient::

Heather Jamieson -> :: a three-dimensional image of the wormhole twirls onscreen ::

STSF_BluRox -> @ ::brings another test tube, and withdrawing into a very long thin needle, pulling up from another test tube, and turns and inserts the needle into the abdomen of Fiona

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

Joy -> There are many non-emotion chip mudd androids, but obedience and protection are high priorities.

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM