Qob: Tranquility 3/20/11

[Joe Manning 0]

Joe Manning -> We had just left the Hyades cluster last week en route to Zoalus

Joe Manning -> We are now on day 6 of a brisk 16 day Warp 6 journey

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Byblos -> I don't think so

Byblos -> (Back to Bolian color)

Joe Manning -> ::Sitting in the command chair drinking a cup of morning (for him) coffee as he reads over some of the latest reports::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Pher, here. Where you at?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::rubs back of head as he heads into the galley looking for water::

Byblos -> ::In cargo bay looking at hoverbike...displeased::

Troy Parson -> ::emerges onto the bridge, clearly having just woken up::

Byblos -> +Pher+In the cargo bay.

William Chocox -> ::working on an EPS conduit in Engineering::

Shane -> ::just having left the core area, moving on to another project::

Pher -> +Byblos+ If this isn't a bad time, I'll be down there for a while.

Shane -> computer core*

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quenches thirst::

Joe Manning -> Top o' the shift to you, Troy. Helped myself to some of your science station coffee.

Byblos -> +Pher+Bad time, no...no Guardians around. I'm okay.

Pher -> +Byblos+ Good nuff.

Pher -> :: Starts out of her room towards cargo bay wearing coveralls ::

Troy Parson -> ::drowsily:: Mmhmm. ::heads over to the coffee machine, presses a button, stares at it when nothing happens, hits the machine, presses the button again, sighs at the sound of hot water starting to flow over none-too-fresh grounds::

Byblos -> ::looks at bike::Yet. Mass limits..crap I do not want to ask him that question.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::grabs some kind of fruit... is this fruit...? from the cold storage::

Byblos -> ::looks at new tool box that brings a smile::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Four blips appear on the edge of sensors, following the expedition fleet and closing distance

Ethan Neufeld -> ::smells fruit... is this edible?::

Pher -> :: Steps into cargo bay ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::shrugs and takes a bite as he heads out of galley::

Shane -> ::climbs the stairs to the cooridor leading to MENG, mumbling about needing turbolifts::

Troy Parson -> ::takes out the pot of fresh coffee, gives its greenish tint a bad look, pours a cup anyway, and sits down at the science station, seeing aforementioned blips:: Oh, hm.

Byblos -> ::turns and sees the Orion enter the bay...he puts his Tank top on:: Sir..or Ma`am shall I always refer to you?

Pher -> Pher will do. Sir is right out. I know you aren't interested, but could you at least pretend a little bit?

Troy Parson -> ::taps the sensor console to make sure that the blips aren't just display glitches, and notes that they don't go away::

Troy Parson -> ::clears throat:: Well, that's interesting.

Joe Manning -> ::Watching text scroll over his ODRI display:: Well, it seems that Sal 'may have' figured out the Zoalus language. Awfully vague. You know anything about this?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::climbs down to lower quarters::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Troy::

Pher -> Madam seem to imply over-the-hill. Great damage to self esteme.

Troy Parson -> Oh yes, the language. Mr. Rosetto was quite keen on making an attempt at decoding it...not really my speciality, I'm afraid. Now, these blips on the sensors, on the other hand...

Pher -> You have a favorite title or name?

Shane -> ::enters MENG and tosses his data pad on a shelf:: Checkov! How long have you been workin' on that?

Byblos -> Wait....::turns hi head sidewise:: Is that a NO to calling you sir? just go with Pher?

William Chocox -> ::looks over:: I'm not too sure. Half an hour maybe?

Joe Manning -> I oughta ask him about it. The scientists from Xorax should want to -- ... ::Blinks:: Blips on the sensors?

Pher -> Yah. Let's go with Pher.

Joe Manning -> ::Gets up and moves over to Troy's station, his ODRI display shrinking as he lets his arm drop::

Troy Parson -> Oh yes. Four of them, in fact, trailing us right on the edge of sensor range. ::points::

Byblos -> ::Regains posture:: Byblos...I don't really have another name. Though my father called my Boy on our..ship.

Pher -> Sir implies masculine. :: shudders :: That's right out.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::enters quarters; picks up ODRI and looks through plans while finishing fruit::

Troy Parson -> Closing in, in fact. Fancy that. ::sips coffee::

Shane -> ::that not being too long for that, grumbles before turning to his console::

Pher -> Boy doesn't sound right, either.

Byblos -> OKay No sir..and for me since you are NOT my father...NO BOy.

Joe Manning -> Moving fast. That means they're not following Fed regulations.

Byblos -> Keep that to role playing...Orion women do sometimes.

Pher -> Orion women do lots of stuff sometimes.

Troy Parson -> Quite.

Byblos -> What brings you to the Cargo deck Pher?

Pher -> I'd like to catch up with how the bike is going, and with how you're doing.

Joe Manning -> #Verbistul> +Com+ Qob, this is Captain Murphy of the Verbistul. We are picking up for fighter-class vessels closing in on our position. Do you copy?

Pher -> Maybe work a bit on hand signals.

Shane -> ::speaking as he tapps away at the diagnostics displayed on the main console:: Is that piece from Neck section D4?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::finished with fruit; looks for place to dispose of core::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks down at Troy:: Send a message out to the crew, let them know we've got a situation.

Byblos -> Bike I have some Mass concerns, on how much weight the anti-gravs can take on her. I think Chief Shane weighs more than I first thought.

Byblos -> As for myself..I'm ......acceptable.

William Chocox -> ::pauses and looks over:: Yes, sir.

Troy Parson -> Very well, sir.

William Chocox -> ::goes back to fixing::.

Joe Manning -> ::Moves over to the comm station and opens the channel:: +Com+ Verbistul we are picking up four objects on sensors but we can't get a good read. I imagine your scanners are a bit sharper than ours. We'd appreciate you sharing your sensor data.

Pher -> Yah. Too much metal. If you can tune for it to carry him, sure, but don't make it your highest priority. Just get it ready to handle most of us.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::finds trash collection; wasn't the best tasting piece of fruit, but oh well::

Troy Parson -> +All Crew+ Good morning, everyone. Please be informed that we have four unknowns closing on our position at illegal speed.

Pher -> Acceptable? Not optimal, though. What's right and what's not right?

Byblos -> Hand signals....I know a human one...that basically means go away or No? ::extends middlefinger to Pher:: and laughs...Humans...Yes..yes we do need to work out some things based on Xorax.

Joe Manning -> #Murphy> +Com+ Can do, Qob. Stand by while we transmit our sensor feed.

William Chocox -> ::without looking up:: If I were a betting man I'd say that it was trouble.

Pher -> Ah... at another time. I've got to go to the bridge, I think.

Shane -> ::sounds a bit more cheerful:: Good. We're progressing much faster than I expected...::hears comm, looks to Will:: Battle stations.

Byblos -> ::hears Com and Utters a Nausicaan Swear:: Blasted research ship..sitting duck.

Pher -> You ever worked a tactical console?

Pher -> :: Moves towards the bridge rather briskly ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::frowns and puts down the towel he'd picked up; so much for showering::

Joe Manning -> ::Receives the feed and shunts it over to Troy's station::

Byblos -> THis ship...no. ::follows Pher::

Pher -> Yah. We haven't enough time. I'll take bridge duty. You'll want to arm up and support Shane for damage control.

Pher -> Unless you'd suggest otherwise?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::leaves quarters and climbs back up to main corridor::

William Chocox -> ::walks over to his station in Engineering:: Ready sir.

Byblos -> My fathers old Raider was nothing like this ship. Damage control with Shane? Hah! Ill fetch my tools and report to him...whether he wants me or not.

Joe Manning -> ::Returns to the command chair and sits, looks over at Troy:: You should have the Verbistul's sensor data. Tell me whatever you can about these ships.

Byblos -> ::runs to cargo deck::

Troy Parson -> ::routes the feed into an analysis program and looks up at Joe:: Nothing like some unknowns in the morning to go with your coffee, eh?

Pher -> Good enough. I'll let you know if boarding becomes likely.

Pher -> :: arrives at the bridge and settles into the security / tactical console ::

Joe Manning -> If they're trouble, they at least seem like easy pickings. ::Frowns and rubs his chin::

Pher -> :: logs in and runs initial diagnostics on weapons systems. ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::sees corridor is empty; everyone's where they should be already it seems::

Byblos -> Four Blips....Raider ambush..curious who has control of four ships...pretty good for a Pirate to amass four ships...::said to self as he grabs his tools and heads to Engineering::

Pher -> They're easy? Bout time we ran into somebody easy.

Troy Parson -> Or trying to seem like easy pickings, at any rate. ::always optimistic::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::stops Byblos on his way to ENG:: Anywhere I should be?

Shane -> I'm not much one myself, Chekov. Just be ready for quick repairs, we don't lknow how this ship handles with disruptor damage...

Joe Manning -> They're following us, so they must have a good read on us. Awfully bold to come after two larger fish.

Pher -> Wouldn't leave our front side too exposed, then.

Byblos -> ::looks to the Vulcan:: Somewhere logical...You best get ready for battledamage repair. Follow me.

William Chocox -> I'm going to go out on a limb and say that spit, hope, and friction aren't going to hold up for long.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::nods and follows Byblos::

Pher -> :: considers :: You want wild Ideas, Captain?

Joe Manning -> We've got time for them. They seem to be a few minutes off.

Byblos -> ::Runs and goes through some ladders and pasageways upward to Main Engineering where the Cyborg Shane beat the crap out of him days earlier.::

William Chocox -> ::looks up from his console and sees Byblos:: Hello.

Troy Parson -> ::hears the computer bleep:: Ah, there's the analysis now. ::looks it over::

Pher -> Hmm... Change course for our whole formation. Travelling straight... too predictable.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::keeps on Byblos's heels to keep from getting lost::

Shane -> ::turns when Byblos enters, looks annoyed:: What are you doing here?

Joe Manning -> You're not suggesting we all split up? We can't keep the Verbistul undefended.

Byblos -> ::enters Engineering:: Chief Shane....::looks a moment at William:: Pher said for me to report as a damage control assist. ::looks to the VUlcan:: I figured you might need help so I brought our new Vulcan friend.

Troy Parson -> ::reading off the analysis:: Looks like four mid-range combat vessels...lightweight, power throughput about what's to be expected from something that size.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::tightly smiles at Shane and William::

Pher -> Nope. Whole formation changes. We want to stick together. If you don't like it, I'll shut up.

Byblos -> ::turns to Ethan:: I think you are a friend....

William Chocox -> ::thinks to himself Why is the Vulcan smiling?::

Ethan Neufeld -> Right now, I think that's a fair bet.

Byblos -> ::to Ethan:: You lost your logic smiling like that?

Joe Manning -> We'll try out a detour, then. ::Opens a channel to the rest of the expedition fleet::

rosetto -> <<sigh>>

Ethan Neufeld -> Lost my logic, gained some initiative.

Byblos -> Just tell us what to do if the ::nausicaan swear:: hits the moving blades.

Byblos -> ::to Shane::

Pher -> :: sighs. She's played with sharks and dolphins. This isn't necessarily the same... ::

Shane -> ::glances at the Vulcan, then back at Byblos:: Just don't get in the way...the kits are on the shelf::turns back to his console::

Joe Manning -> +Com+ Verbistul, Lucky Hand, let's see how our new companions react to a course correction. ::Nods back at Pher::

Joe Manning -> +Com+ We'll send you the flight data. Everybody stay together.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::looks at shelf Shane indicated; moves over and grabs one::

Byblos -> ::has his own tool kit now Shane might notice...big...new and shiny with lots of stuff::

Ethan Neufeld -> << grabs a kit^ >>

rosetto -> ::arrives on bridge looking like he never woke up::

Byblos -> ::says to Ethan:: Do what he says. And when he says keep out of the way ...KEEP OUT OF THE WAY! Got it Logican?

Ethan Neufeld -> Got it.

rosetto -> ::sees situation and rushes to helm::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back:: Sal, I'm sure Pher would appreciate your taking over the piloting controls.

Pher -> Sure would.

rosetto -> Aye, Sir!

rosetto -> ::grabs controls::

Joe Manning -> Alter our course 50 degrees to port. Share the new flight data with our companion vessels first.

Shane -> ::thinking of who to send where when things started going wrong:: Byblos, Vulcan, what ENG expeirence do you have?

rosetto -> ::looks at sensors and gets a handle on enemy positions::

Pher -> We playing defensive to start? Both mercs defend the science ship?

Troy Parson -> ::forwarding data to rosetto::

rosetto -> Aye Sir...:turns QoB::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods back at Pher::

Joe Manning -> Let's cover some space on this new heading, then we'll drop out of warp.

rosetto -> ::nods to Troy upon receiving data::

rosetto -> The convoy is following, Sir..

Byblos -> 10 years crewman on the Black Death. Mopped decks...did basic battle damage repair Power Couplings...Data network..displaced deck plating.

Pher -> Klingon design... most of our weapons fire forward. We might want to drop back, get on their tails at some point.

Byblos -> ::to Shane::

Pher -> We're designed to attack, not defend.

Pher -> :: considers ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::to Shane:: Only basic damage control.

rosetto -> ::considers Pher's comments, then to Joe::Sound advice, sir...

Joe Manning -> The less defended we leave the Verbistul, the more uncomfortable I'll feel. ::Sighs and rubs his chin::

Byblos -> My concern chief is ...if anyone attempts to board us. We all best have weapons as well as tools.

rosetto -> ::speaking out loud::We could drop out of warp and come up behind tehm?

rosetto -> ^them

Ethan Neufeld -> ::agreeing with Byblos:: Hmm. It'd be a good idea.

Joe Manning -> ::Opens a channel:: +Com+ Lucky Hand, let's try to create a flanking opportunity. Reduce speed and let the inbound ships overtake you.

Troy Parson -> You know, they haven't actually shot at us yet...

Byblos -> ::takes sword and sheath from toolbox and puts on over his Tank Top:: And if there are any REAL weapons on board this ship....Chief..someone better point me to them.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Troy:: Have they closed to firing range, then?

Troy Parson -> ::checks the sensors:: Not yet...

Joe Manning -> #Lucky Hand> +Com+ Last I checked, Qob, my crew doesn't take orders from you. I'd suggest you watch how you word your requests.

Shane -> You can punch, can't ya? ::glances at Will:: Chekov, be ready to head to the bridge/neck section when we has a blowout. That main conduit will be overload with the auxilary on the floor ther.

rosetto -> ::to anyone listening::If they're following us at warp they don't intent to invite us to dinner...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises at Byblos's sword; all he has is a tiny cricket in his waistband::

Pher -> Sal? Whatever opportunities you can get to point our bow at a bad guy within weapons range, I'd appreciate. I think I'll be following your lead, though.

Byblos -> ::Nausicaan shuts his trap and just stands aside away from Shane 's work space...ready to be called upon::

Joe Manning -> ::Curses under his breath at the response from the other merc vessel::

rosetto -> ::Looks to Pher and considers then nods::Right...

William Chocox -> Gotcha sir.

Pher -> :: powers up disruptors, not the torpedo launcher at this point. ::

Joe Manning -> +Lucky Hand+ Stay close to the Verbistul, and keep those scientists safe!

Joe Manning -> Sal, start pulling us away from the rest of the expedition fleet and reduce speed to Warp 3.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::leans against a wall::

rosetto -> Aye SIr...::reduces speed::

Shane -> ::watching the power readings nervously, knowing the potential problems to pop up with the weakened SI fields::

rosetto -> ::pulls QoB up and left at the same time::

Byblos -> ::looks down to Ethan being slightly over 2 meters tall:: Perhaps you can talk them out of pillaging the ship we are escorting...illogical Vulcan.

Pher -> Joe? Are we weapons free or still being polite?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The four unknowns stay on course and actually pick up speed when Qob breaks formation

Troy Parson -> ::watching on the sensors:: They're accelerating.

Joe Manning -> Let's get our weapons pointed at them first.

rosetto -> ::looks at sensors::See them...

Shane -> ::speaks without looking up:: He ain't no Vulcan, Byblos...

Joe Manning -> ::Hails the four ships from the comm panel on his chair:: +Com+ Unidentified craft, do kindly state the intent of your pursuit of our little flotilla.

rosetto -> ::whips QoB back around targeting four unknowns::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::doesn't look up and folds arms:: If they're raiders, I doubt it.

Joe Manning -> +Com+ If we don't get assurances of your intention to escort us through these dangerous regions of space ... we'll have to go ahead and target yous.

Pher -> :: puts targeting systems on stand by... figures Joe will give her go to shoot when the time comes ::

Shane -> <<I'm going to state that the IDF is not up to par yet, just for info if that works with you Joe>>

Ethan Neufeld -> ::faintly smirks at Shane's observation::

Joe Manning -> << Well, this is a Star Trek sim. It can't really ever be at 100%, can it? >>

Shane -> <<Lol>>

rosetto -> ::watches vessels steadily move away and looks to Joe for instructions::

Pher -> :: notes Sal working in three dimensions... is pleased ::

Byblos -> ::looks to the "illogical Vulcan:: Who the hell are you? ::lifts Ethan Neufeld up with his right arm:: You Guardian????!!!!

rosetto -> <<four dimensions, Pher... lol>>

Joe Manning -> Pick up speed, keep us on their tails, Sal. ::Waiting for a reply but getting only silence::

Pher -> Mind if I play with targeting sensors? Make em nervous?

rosetto -> Aye Sir... :accelerates to catch back up::

Shane -> ::glances up at the other two, growls at Byblos:: Put him down ya jyking qoH! We deal with it later!

Byblos -> ::to Ethan Neufeld:: IF I find out that you are a Guardian agent. I WILL run you through..End of story!

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Pher:: Do more than that. Give 'em a warning shot or two.

Byblos -> ::drops Ethan Neufeld:: Aye Chief.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::eyes go wide as he's hefted up and then he relaxes in Byblos's grip::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::is dropped; rights himself::

Joe Manning -> +Com+ I'm sorry that didn't get your attention, folks. Maybe this will ...

Pher -> You want me to miss? :: pretends to be hurt. ::

rosetto -> ::points QoB straight on their tails::

Joe Manning -> If they think you missed, that may be better for us.

Pher -> :: Brings up targeting sensors, selects the nearest as primary target, programms an offsett bearing ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::beat and then frankly answers:: I'm not Guardian.

rosetto -> ::watches Pher from a distance and smiles::

Pher -> I have a preliminary lock. Waiting on range...

Shane -> ::watches the power levels closely as juice streams to the disruptors:: Chekov! Pull up the impulse power grid and keep an eye on it, we'll be using the engines here in a bit.

Byblos -> Good answer. ::doesnt look at him since he's pissed::

rosetto -> ::pushes a hand quickly through his hair as if it would help::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The four unknowns come into Qob's weapons range

William Chocox -> ::pulls up grid display on his console:: Have it now.

Troy Parson -> ::hears the sensors blip:: Weapons range achieved.

Pher -> :: Fires a warning shot just off the nearest ship ::

rosetto -> ::looks at sensors bleeping::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::notices Byblos is fuming; faintly smiles to himself::

Pher -> :: counts to ten ::

Byblos -> ::hears an EPS shunt noise...probably a weapons shot...but he's not sure with this ship::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The fighters scatter a bit when Qob fires, but they remain in pursuit

Ethan Neufeld -> ::can't blame Byblos for being angry::

Pher -> :: fires another brief burst on the offset ::

Shane -> ::at Ethan:: A man in a mask doesn't have much credit behind his words

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Achieving weapons range themselves, they begin firing energy pulses toward the Verbistul

Pher -> They'e playing hard to get.

rosetto -> ::readjsts heading to keep vessels within targeting lock::

Troy Parson -> I'm reading weapons fire!

Pher -> Recommend you pick one and eliminate it.

Pher -> :: sets the offset to zero ::

Byblos -> ::feels deck wobble a bit:: We're manuevering....Illogical Fake Vulcan.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The Lucky Hand turns and breaks away from the Verbistul to attack the raiders

rosetto -> Your call, Sir...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::leans his head a bit; to Shane:: We all have secrets.

Joe Manning -> ::Glances toward Troy:: Definitely hostiles. Hopefully, Pher's shootin' didn't make them hostile.

Pher -> :: waiting on a bogy to enter the target envelope. ::

Joe Manning -> Push us to Warp 7, Sal. We're in danger of getting outrunned.

rosetto -> Aye::pushes it::

Pher -> I didn't miss by that much...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::smiles a bit more at Byblos and 'illogical fake Vulcan'; considers something and then decides; to Byblos:: My name's Ethan.

Shane -> ::narrows his eyes, then looks back as his console bleeps with the increased power readings::

Joe Manning -> #Murphy> +Com+ Qob, this is Verbistul! We're feeling a bit naked out here without an escort. Should we stop?

rosetto -> ::notes engineering status going nuts::

Joe Manning -> ::Furrows his brow:: What is the status of the other merc ship?

Troy Parson -> ::scans:: They're engaging the hostiles...

Byblos -> Ethan...huh...Ethan the Illogically fake Vulcan...so noted. BYblos...Nausicaan should be dead by now but isnt pleased to meet you ::said with obvious sarcasm::

Shane -> ::mumbling nervously with the high Warp speed::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A larger blip appears on the edge of sensors, approaching Verbistul from a position that would have been along the expedition's previous flight path

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane then towards the core upon hearing more power being demanded of it::

Pher -> There's mama!

Joe Manning -> +Com+ Lucky Hand, this is Qob! We have the hostiles under control! Maintain escort of the Verbistul.

Ethan Neufeld -> Byblos the Nausicaan. Hmm. ::beat:: I'm human.

rosetto -> ::Sees sensor display and banks QoB::

Troy Parson -> Oh look, new friends. ::relays the data on the latest blip to all::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at the data on the viewscreen:: ... that's big.

Shane -> ::observing the increasing stress on the EPS grid and Nacelles:: Chekov, increase the radiation shield strength on the nacelle...

Pher -> :: Focuses her attention on getting a shot off should Sal line anyone up ::

William Chocox -> ::pulls up the screen and increases the strength:: Happening now.

rosetto -> Sir? Nail the big Mama?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watches the activity in engineering; things must be heating up::

Byblos -> Heh...hears something you should know....::raises middle finger and deploys it at Ethan:: It isnt wise to play games with Nausicaans...my kind tend to get physical very fast. Hah! Until I met the chief..I think he set my back in place a few years!

Joe Manning -> #Lucky Hand> +Qob+ The faster we get these raiders cleaned up, the faster we can get on with the mission!

Pher -> Somebody has to take the little fish, someone else takes Mama.

Byblos -> ::observes Shane...remembering his father's chief engineer years ago...similar manners...but Shane has much more to back them up with.

William Chocox -> ::looking at his screen:: Sir? You might want to inform the captain to be careful because our auxilary EPS conduit is currently sitting a couple feet away from me.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::grins and makes a sharp exhaling noise like a near laugh:: Guess it's a good thing I didn't try to pass as a Nausicaan. You're not the only one who's bent a little out of shape over this.

Joe Manning -> Damn this! +Com+ Verbistul, drop out of warp. ::Looks at Sal:: We have to make hooking up with the Verbistul a priority.

Shane -> +Bridge+ Captain, Warp 7 is gonna wreck my engines!

Byblos -> ::looks to William Chocox:: You alright over there?

Joe Manning -> +Shane+ We'll only keep it up a minute longer, Shane.

rosetto -> Aye Sir... ::drops out of warp and follows Verbistul::

Pher -> :: Decides to stp giving advice ::

Byblos -> ::mental note...possible top speed warp seven....blasted Federation regs...::

Pher -> :: Captain has to do it his way ::

Shane -> +Bridge+ Just try to keep the Neck section from gettin' hit, your aux power line is sittin' in ENG right now...

William Chocox -> ::without looking up:: I'm fine it's just that I'm worried about blowing out the main EPS conduit with the aux one sitting no more than a few feet away from me.

rosetto -> ::scans short range sensors for a 'hiding place'::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The larger ship becomes clearer on sensors. It appears to be a refit Constellation class Fleet ship

Ethan Neufeld -> ::thinks the Qob is definitely what she seems to be; a legend held together with spit and duct tape::

Byblos -> Who the hell made that design move....Klingons? Sounds like a death wish.

Shane -> ::Will:: Yeah yeah, I know! We're gonna have to get lucky...I hope you're a bettin' man...

William Chocox -> <<No duct tape Ethan. Just friction.>>

Ethan Neufeld -> ::doesn't say much, but thinks the line has to go somewhere::

Troy Parson -> Hm. ::looking at the readings:: Looks like a Federation ship...Constellation-class.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM