Qob: Tranquility 12/18/11

[Joe Manning 0]

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: At the shuttle controls, flying slow and careful ::

rosetto -> ::seated at QoB helm thinking about the data-pak back in his quarters::

Joe Manning -> ::Looking over a list of the people who've been brought on board in their lifepods::

Byblos -> ::with Pher:: Believe me Pher you are flying better than I did with this thing.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Verbistul sits amid a sea of lifepods, its occupants waiting for clearance to return to Capricorn

rosetto -> So, captain... Who have we brought aboard?

Byblos -> Geez look at all those life pods. ::to Pher then he checks on who is in the back::

Pher -> No, no target practice. :: winks ::

Troy Parson -> ::in the back of the shuttle with the body and prisoner::

Byblos -> I don't think this things has weapons sir.

Joe Manning -> Aside from Kaara, some of the Capricorn folks. Including a few of their wounded. None of the Verbistul crew ... unless one of them is lying about being a Capricorn boy. We're sharing images with Verbistul so they can verify.

Pher -> No? Thought the feds had everything on all of their stuff.

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> ::Sitting quietly in the seat across from Troy, staring ahead into space::

rosetto -> Ah... Would you like me to go help Shane sort them out?

Byblos -> And my days of indiscriminate slaughter are done on Tranquility. I discriminate now.

Byblos -> Hah!

Joe Manning -> ::Taps at his ODRI controls:: No, we are hookin up with Verbistul in just a few minutes.

Pher -> Good to hear.

rosetto -> ((speak of the devil))

Joe Manning -> You'd best get started preparin for that.

Byblos -> ( S H A N E ! )

Troy Parson -> ::looks across at Maxwell:: Rough day, eh?

Shane -> ((sorry for the tardiness, my regular coffee joint is closed))

rosetto -> Aye sir...::turns to his controls and targets their destination::

Pher -> Next, I'll have to see about trying to avoid discriminate slaughter, but the way things have been working lately, that's going to be tough.

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> ::Snaps out of his daze to fix his eyes on Troy. Scoffs inwardly and looks away and toward the back of the shuttle::

Byblos -> This has been one of the most difficult jobs I have ever done, Pher. And to be honest I am concerned about not being paid.

Pher -> :: Avoids the last few pods, and lines up on Verstibul's shuttle bay. ::

rosetto -> +Verbistul+QoB, Verbistul, We are closing and awaiting docking instructions...

Pher -> Hmm. We'll see about that. Hiring mercinaries and not paying them isn't good for business.

Byblos -> ::notes Pher is definitely a better pilot, where she got the skill he will have to ask someday::

Pher -> They won't be able to hire the more reputible mercinaries in the future...

Joe Manning -> Simmons> +Sal+ Relay your coordinates, Qob, so we can line up for you and clear a path through the pods.

Pher -> Well, come to think of it, they were already down to the Lucky Hand and Joe.

Byblos -> No but...::looks to Troy and Maxwell:: I'm thinkin our haul back to Phantos was to be more scientific.

Shane -> ::buried in a mess of cables, hooking up the main core to one end of them::

Troy Parson -> ::scoffs:: Right, because how things are supposed to be has some connection to how they turn out.

rosetto -> ::sends coordinates::+Simmons+there you go...

Pher -> We did make progress, not a lot, on the original mission. And the inter crew problems can be shown to be not our problem.

Byblos -> Hey Troy, you are smart. Do you think we have a shot at getting paid? ::disregards Maxwell::

Joe Manning -> ::Looking down at his ODRI:: Now you ain't gonna crash us into Verbistul, are you, Sal? What with your flyin practically blind?

Byblos -> So you think Phantos will not mind our lack of ...archeological ...errr..historic haul? He'll take anything?

Troy Parson -> ::shrugs:: If they can find a way to not pay us and not have it look bad, I don't see why they wouldn't do it.

Pher -> He'll mind. Not much he can do about it at this point.

rosetto -> Sir, they are lining up so we can slide right into docking position... Not to worry...

Joe Manning -> Simmons> +Pher+ Verbistul Two, you have clearance to dock. We've cleared some space in the bay.

Pher -> There's also Ethan and his partner to retrieve.

Byblos -> ::watches Pher on final approach:: looks good sir.

Pher -> +Simmons+ Acknowledged. I'm lined up and coming in.

Joe Manning -> Yeah, but you got no nav sensors, manual thruster control ... ah, what am I sayin. You got it.

Pher -> :: Not in a hurry. This is not her usual sort of small craft ::

Byblos -> Ethan...If we can get those transporters back up. ::looks back to Troy:: That is above my skill level but not yours..::grins at the science officer::

rosetto -> Captain, I have a triangulation based on our comms... It's not much but I've done this with less...

Shane -> ::pulling panels off down the corridors, re-configuring data lines with his ODRI, mumbling to himself::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A number of medical gurneys have been shifted to one half of Verbistul's shuttle bay, where the ship's doctors are tending to Capricorn's wounded

Pher -> :: Comes into the shuttle bay and sets her down careful ::

Joe Manning -> I'm sure you have. Just take it easy. ::Shuts his ODRI down and looks up at the front viewer::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A number of life pods in front of Qob part, opening a path to Verbistul for the invisible ship

Pher -> +Joe+ Pher here. Byblos, Troy and I are shuttling into Verbistul.

Pher -> +Simmons+ Verbistul Two on board.

rosetto -> Aye, sir..::pings Verbistul's comm system:: ((no response expected... just an echo))

Joe Manning -> +Pher+ Got ya. We should be linked up with Verbistul within ten minutes. Less if we don't bump into her.

Byblos -> ::to Troy:: Uh you can fix a transporter I mean you have a lot of brains..and you know wires.

rosetto -> ((Hi Miss Jami))

Troy Parson -> Erm. You know that wires aren't all the same, right?

Byblos -> (greets Jami)

Joe Manning -> ACTION: With confirmation that the shuttle is aboard, Verbistul begins to rotate to line up her port docking arm with Qob

STSF Jami -> (Hey, Qob)

Pher -> +Joe+ Acknoweldged. We've got Maxwell with us. I'll see if we can meet you at the docking ring.

Shane -> ((Hey Jami))

rosetto -> ::sends another ping::

Pher -> :: Signals the shuttle bay people to close doors and pressurize. ::

Byblos -> Well Troy I couldn't tell when you buried me with some. I suppose so. Yes. Just kiddding I know..I did some hot wiring of locks..but a transporter. That is a whole jykin' different thing

Joe Manning -> Alright, Sal, take us in.

Pher -> :: Begins bringing the shuttle down to stand by status. Figures someone will want to take her out again soon. ::

rosetto -> I sure hope they are lined up... We just have distance here...

Byblos -> ::figures he oughta to grab the prisoner..to get him up of his chair then looks to Pher wondering if Vestibul personel would do it::

rosetto -> ::lines QoB up based on his triangulation:: Here we go...

Joe Manning -> I'm sure they got someone flyin that ship as capably as you're flyin this one, Sal. Well ... maybe not quite as much.

Pher -> Take it easy on maxwell, Byblos, but keep him secure. This was his ship. Joe wants him on Qob, though, and Holstrom agreed.

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> Back aboard my ship, are we? ::Looks toward the front of the shuttle:: To be returned to my command, I assume? ::Mockingly::

Pher -> Well, no.

Byblos -> Uh Pher, any chance some of the crew on this ship may ...try to off him? ::looks to the bound Maxwell::

Troy Parson -> ::to Maxwell:: It was my ship more recently than it was yours, anyway.

rosetto -> +simmons+Verbistul, call the numbers...

Pher -> That gold seven stuff has made interesting reading.

Pher -> :: Starts opening the shuttle airlock ::

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> ::Sneers at Troy:: Yes, I'm sure you wouldn't know a thing about proper command protocol, about earning a position through sweat and experience.

Pher -> Have you figured out a way in which you are better than the pirates or mercinaries?

Pher -> :: Stands and joins the others ::

Troy Parson -> ::smiles:: My dear captain, sweat and experience are for people who aren't smart enough to figure out easier ways.

Byblos -> ::gently lifts Maxwell out of his seat...for a Nausicaan an amazing feet.:: I am not taking a shot for you Maxwell.

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> ::Lifted, looks over at Byblos:: What a comforting thought.

rosetto -> ::sends another ping and does some quick calculations::

Pher -> Troy? Point? Guide us to where Joe will be docking? I'll check six. Byblos, you've got the prisoner.

Troy Parson -> ::nods:: Can do.

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Jogs into the shuttle bay with a few security guards, including Alex::

rosetto -> ::taps thrusters to reduce their velocity::

Byblos -> I have the Prisoner, however Who are we handing him off to?

Byblos -> ::spots simmons and Alex:: Oh okay.

Pher -> Joe wants him. Here's Simmons and Alex, though. Let's see if the plan holds.

Joe Manning -> Looks like it'll be nice and easy, Sal. Who needs sensors, right?

rosetto -> +Verbistul+Verbistul, QoB, we have you at 5000 kilometers...

Pher -> :: Moves out and towards Simmons and Alex, no weapons drawn. ::

Pher -> Simmons? Permission to come aboard?

Byblos -> ::Byblos not to kindly forces Maxwell forward by not dislocating his back strength::

Joe Manning -> Simmons> Permission granted, Pher. I see you have our final guest of honor?

Shane -> ((Are we docking inside the Verb? Or just to a docking ring?))

Pher -> Yes.

Joe Manning -> Verbistul Flight Control> ::Coordinating with Sal from the command center::

Joe Manning -> (( We're not -that- small :) Just a docking ring ))

Byblos -> ::Byblos turns his head down to the former Captain Maxwell who he is holding in place::

Shane -> ((I had thought so))

Shane -> ::double checks his data-conversion unit, which he has by the docking hatch, connecting his hard lines to it::

Pher -> Joe requested custody. Halstrom concured. Will you release custody?

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> Commander. I hope you've been keeping the crew in order for me.

rosetto -> ::taps thrusters again after receiving advise from Verbistul Flight Control::

rosetto -> ^advice

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Gives Maxwell a confused look and looks back at Pher:: Uh ... as far as I'm concerned he's Captain Manning's prisoner. Though the Captain requested that we keep him aboard Verbistul until we reach the colony.

Byblos -> ::Byblos tightens his grip:: Play nice no verbal jabs and you might live through this mess you made.

Joe Manning -> Simmons> Any security precautions we take for him or the other prisoners we will do under your and his advisement.

Shane -> +Bridge+ Cap'n, this is Shane. I'm ready for hardline connection once we're docked. Let me know once we're in position and I'll engage the docking clamps manually.

Joe Manning -> +Shane+ We'll be hooked up in just a minute, Shane.

rosetto -> ::turns to Joe::We'll be docked in ten minutes, sir... coming in really slow because we're blind...

Pher -> Ah. Slightly crossed orders. Joe told me he wanted him on Qob. I'll talk to Joe again. I'd as soon have him on Qob thought, as he knows too many people here.

Shane -> +Bridge+ Acknowledged. Shane out.

Pher -> (though)

Pher -> Everything under control here?

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher then back at Troy with his grip on the bound Maxwell::

rosetto -> ::sends another ping to assure his trajectory::

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Shakes head:: He'll be kept in a secure storage room, cut off from the crew and watched by people who swear him no loyalty. ::Glances toward Maxwell:: He can't cause any more trouble.

Shane -> ::looks back down the corridor at the mess of panels and datalines and sighs::

Troy Parson -> ::grimaces:: Famous last words?

Byblos -> ::grins at Troy's words::

Pher -> I can go with that. Would you care to assume custody, then?

Shane -> ((afk))

Joe Manning -> Simmons> Looking over his journal entires backed up that the only people who were loyal to him were on board Qob or with him when he boarded Capricorn. Everyone else was just following his orders.

rosetto -> 2500 kilometers, sir...

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> Have you all been reading my diary? Terribly rude thing to do, wouldn't you say?

Pher -> Are you really in position to talk to us about civility?

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Nods back at Alex and the other guards, who move forward to take Maxwell into custody::

rosetto -> ::taps right thruster after receiving return from ping::

Byblos -> Hah! You should read my logs...You would love the language. ::shuts up upon Pher's blunt response::

Pher -> :: Nods to Byblos :: Let him go then, Byblos.

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> Civility is born of a service record that stretches back to the Federation. Certainly not in this damnable Commonwealth.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Qob closes in on and hooks up with Verbistul's docking arm

Byblos -> ::releases grip on Maxwell and gives him a gentle push to the others::

Troy Parson -> Heh, the Federation, civil. That's good.

rosetto -> ::turns to Manning::Radio chatter would work to our advantage here, sir...

Troy Parson -> That's really, really good.

Byblos -> I need to wash my hands.

Pher -> I was taught about manners and civility on New Risa. It can be kind of lopsided. We'll sort things out I'm sure back at the Colony.

rosetto -> Contact, sir...

Joe Manning -> Maxwell> ::Laughs as he's dragged off:: The colony can just as soon collapse. They're as corrupt as the rest. One of the administrators probably knew about Holstrum's treachery!

Shane -> ((bk))

rosetto -> +Veerbistul+Verbistul, QoB, docking ring contact... pull us in...

Byblos -> Prisoner transferred sir...::to Pher::

Pher -> :: sighs, knowing maxwell might well be correct ::

Joe Manning -> Barely felt the deck plates move, Sal. Nicely done.

Pher -> Thank you, Byblos.

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Turns to watch Maxwell get dragged off, frowning::

Byblos -> ::nods::

rosetto -> ::raises his hand and nods::

Pher -> Joe will be docking soon. We should likely report in.

Pher -> Simmons? Anything we can do to help just now?

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::His com comes alive:: "Captain, Qob has finished docking."

Shane -> ::hears the contact through the hull and engages the manually docking clamps:: +Bridge+ This is Shane. Docking clamps engaged.

Byblos -> ::turns to Simmons as he is now behind "Lifeguard" ::

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Taps the comm to acknowledge then turns to face Pher:: Well, by the look of it you didn't bring any doctors? We're a bit swamped with all of the folks from the raider ship.

rosetto -> +Shane+Thanks Big Guy... ::then to Manning::Docking complete sir

Joe Manning -> +Shane+ You can get to work now. Verbistul's been informed of the plan.

Pher -> I heard one of our doctors got back to Qob, and or XO also has a medical background. I'll see about getting them over here.

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Nods quickly:: That would be wonderful.

Shane -> ::grunts at Rosetto's reply, and pushes the hatch control once the airlock goes green::+Bridge+ Aye, cap'n.

Byblos -> Oh I left something on the shuttle...one moment Pher...

Pher -> Will do, then. I should also report back to Joe, and maybe figure out what happened.

Pher -> Sure, Byblos.

Joe Manning -> Sal, I think the ship flyin' is done for the day. Or at least for this hour ... Why don't you join me?

Pher -> :: Wonders if he is going to get that $#^&* thing to a taxidermist soon. ::

rosetto -> That calls for a bit of tea... Captain? You want anything?

Byblos -> ::runs to shuttle and retrieves a black bag with an item inside::

Byblos -> ::returns to Troy, Simmons and Pher ::

Pher -> :: to Simmons :: We'll be off then.

Joe Manning -> I think I need to be sober for a few hours longer, Sal. And I can't drink tea with adding something that would kill sober.

Shane -> ::watches as the hatch slides open and sees the Verb engineers at the other end:: Bring yer connections cables over hear! I'm out of cable!

Joe Manning -> *without

Pher -> (Afk a bit)

Joe Manning -> Simmons> ::Nods and steps aside::

rosetto -> ::chuckles and leaves bridge::

Byblos -> :::the Nausicaan looks down at Simmons and nods::

Joe Manning -> ::Exits the Bridge with Sal, heading for the airlock::

Shane -> ::turns to see Crewman Kelly standing with a cup of joe:: Uh, ahem, thanks...

rosetto -> ::climbs the gangway to the upper quarters::

Pher -> Thank you, Simmons. :: Nods with respect ::

Pher -> Troy? Byblos? Starts to the airlock.

Troy Parson -> ::looks to Pher and Byblos:: Let's go home.

Joe Manning -> ::Noticing that Sal is wandering off and climbing the gangway:: Don't be long, Sal. I'll be expectin you to join us soon.

Pher -> Sounds like a good idea.

rosetto -> ::looks back down::Be right back sir...

Pher -> :: To Troy and Byblos :: Anything left undone?

Joe Manning -> ::Sees that Shane is already at work and watches his step around the wires::

Troy Parson -> ::shrugs:: Dunno. Need coffee to think.

Joe Manning -> Mind the toys with us old men wanderin about, Shane.

Shane -> ::sees the Verb engineers fumbling with the data conversion unit:: No, you jykin' qohs! Like this!

Byblos -> I have everything except a blade, Pher. Guess I'll scavange one somewhere down the road of space.

Pher -> Coffee. High on the list.

Shane -> ::looks back to Joe:: Uh, yeah, sorry bout that Cap'n. It'll be cleaner soon...

Byblos -> If Phantos pays us, I have a lot on the list.

rosetto -> ::reaches kitchen and grabs some Earl Grey::

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for a moment:: If you'll give me the equations for an optimal shape, I could proably synthesize a sword of sorts for you, Byblos.

Byblos -> Probably best I not be present for those negotiations.

Pher -> Blade. Don't think I can help you much there, short of a butcher's knife or a port.

Pher -> Yah.

rosetto -> ::takes some quick sips and heads back down::

Joe Manning -> If you can get our computer cleaned up in a few hours, you can run the wires through my quarters for all I care. ::Grins::

Pher -> :: Lets Troy navigate ::

Byblos -> Troy ....::turns and grins:: If you can synthesize the material used in Klingon Bat`leth's I would be indebted to you for ....a long time.

Shane -> ::kneels down and gives the cable bundle a peculiar twist::to the Verb engineers:: Like that! Now get my connection set up! Go!

rosetto -> ::spills a little while climbing back down gangway::

Joe Manning -> ::Steps through the outer airlock and looks up and down the curving corridor of Verbistul's docking ring::

Pher -> Would you shape it as a Bat'leth?

Troy Parson -> ::thinks for a moment:: I'll need to do some math, figure out how to make it cut well...

Byblos -> No Pher, Just a blade that can take a hit from one made of that metal.

Pher -> ( Afk a biy )

Shane -> ::steps up behind Joe with a hiss from his arm:: It'll be ready in 3-4 hours top, Cap'n. Once we have some processin' power we can get somewhere.

Byblos -> My old Boss on Tranquilty disobeyed and old Nausicaan axiom and paid bitterly for it regarding Klingons..and their blades.

rosetto -> ::enters ME and sees Shane with his 'bundles of joy'::Hmmm... Need any help?

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: Assumin our friend the old Klingon doesn't show up again ...

Pher -> (BAK)

Shane -> ::eyes the Verb engineers::to Rossetto:: I got plenty...

rosetto -> ::sips his tea and shakes his head::

Shane -> ::to Joe:: What Klingon?

Byblos -> ::to Troy:: A Nausicaan Blade is no match for the Klingons...

Pher -> Yah. Interesting weapon, but I'll stick to what I know.

Troy Parson -> Oh dear. That doesn't sound pleasant.

Joe Manning -> Appeared on the front viewer while my ship was breaking down around me. Looked like a recorded image. The computer saw fit to display it just as it was booting itself back up into a feeble half-state

Byblos -> ::sounds dead serious suddenly:: Yeah Troy. It wasnt. ::tries to change tone of conversation:: Okay what Am I going to do on Qob Pher?

Pher -> :: Comes around a curve in the corridor and sees Joe ahead of him. ::

Pher -> We'll, let's talk to joe on that.

Byblos -> ::behind the Brain and the Lifeguard::

Pher -> I know you're a bath ahead of me. That might be a priority on the green side.

Pher -> Joe!

Joe Manning -> ::Sees the group approaching from one end of the corridor:: Ah, there ya are ...

Joe Manning -> Last I saw you folk, you were off to crash a shuttle into the planet.

Pher -> At your service, Joe.

Shane -> ::looks a little puzzled:: Huh, I'll keep an eye out. Now if you'll excuse me. ::steps passed him, walking down the corridor towards the others, passing them::

Byblos -> Boss..::nods::

Pher -> Well, it was a controlled crash, and turned into the least of our problems.

Troy Parson -> ::sees Joe:: Hey, I'd never be so foolish as to try and crash into a planet, so don't lump me in with them.

Pher -> The surface was problematic, and our allies were more so.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Troy:: Yeah ... your activities were a rather bit more ... intriguing, weren't they? ::Smirks a bit::

rosetto -> ::feels like a spare nacelle and moves out of Shane's way, stepping over loose cables::

Pher -> :: Looks with amused dismay at Troy's comment. ::

Byblos -> ::allows Pher to debrief, but thinks about Ethan....::

Shane -> ::brushes past the others without any greetings, lost in his thoughts of the engineering problems::

Shane -> ::enters the Verbistul and heads for Main Engineering::

Pher -> Simmons took custody of Maxwell. Capricorn is still a mess but seems to be stabalizing.

Troy Parson -> Well, in all fairness, the pirate ship hasn't killed any of us, so I'd call it at least a partial success.

Byblos -> ::saw Shane and thinks of something then dismisses it for now::

Pher -> Ethan went to the surface on some sort of private mission, and needs a pick up.

rosetto -> Don't mind our semi-mechanical man here... He's a real sweetheart when he wans to be...::pause::He just rarely wants to be...

Pher -> I think the series of serial mutinies is over, but no promises.

Joe Manning -> Partial in that the other part involved a lot of damage and a lot of death. But there'll be more time for reports later ...

Byblos -> ::remains quiet in background::

Pher -> :: nods ::

Joe Manning -> Something tells me summaries would turn into a full report anyway, so we'll hold off on that. Something tells me some reckonin' among our crew is gonna be called for soon. ::Glances between them all::

Byblos -> ::Byblos looks unsure of what the Boss is refering to::

Pher -> :: Decides silence might be appropriate ::

rosetto -> ::sips his tea trying not to be a bother::

Shane -> ::enters the door to the lower level of engineering and find the Verb engineer in charge:: Where's my console?

Byblos -> (honestly unsure)

Joe Manning -> ::Turns to see who's behind him. Notes that Sal is standing there and Shane is off on his own. Wonders privately at this being appropriate::

Joe Manning -> Well, we'll keep things short and sweet. ::Looks back at the arriving group:: Bring your Captain your complaints. What can he do for you? ::Smiles::

Troy Parson -> :::looks at Joe:: Have you got coffee?

Pher -> Oh, and Simmons would like any medical support you can afford to give him. They've got quite a medical situation going in their shuttle bay.

rosetto -> ::sees the captain::Hey Joe... SHane said he's got this...

Joe Manning -> I've got bourbon, Troy. And a dwindling supply. I'll gladly contribute some to that crude oil you made on the Bridge.

Troy Parson -> Sounds good.

Shane -> Eddnuk>::intimidated by the hulking cyborg demanding things:: Uh, it'll be this one here...::leads him to a console:: I have our list of repair programs brought up...

Byblos -> Pher, is right. Looks like a space battle triage. Not my skill set though.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Pher:: I can do him a favor too. But I'll need to talk to him about moving our own patients out. Cargo hold ain't no place for 'em.

rosetto -> Hey Troy... Long time, no see...

Pher -> Good.

Troy Parson -> 'Ello, Mr. Rosetto.

Shane -> Good. Now leave me alone, I'll call you if I need ya. ::starts tapping with his real hand and waves Eddnuk off with his bionic claws::

Byblos -> ::scratches his head:: Uh Boss..I do have something to report. But I do not know if it is an issue on under your command.

Joe Manning -> Let's hear it, Byblos.

Shane -> Eddnuk> ::scampers off to another part of engineering::

rosetto -> And finally someone pleasing to the eye... Pher, it's good to have you back on board...

Pher -> :: Dips into a small bow in response to Sal. ::

Byblos -> A Cyborg entered my quarters on Qob retrieved a personal posssession of mine...that ended up being an issue on this mission had my quarters not been ....uh...intruded upon.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods slowly at Byblos:: Is that so?

Pher -> :: Listens, as Byblos's tale isn't any of the ones she was expecting. ::

Byblos -> I don't know if Qob is an open ship..but I need to know now if others are going to rummage through what few items I have.

rosetto -> ::listens to Byblos as well... concerned about his data-pak::

Joe Manning -> Open? No. One of the things that separates us from the officer folk is that we're all about havin and keepin our own things. But as I've alluded ... there'll be reckoning time later. I'll file that away as one more issue to deal with.

Byblos -> Dikylts head....Boss...was...well taken aboard one of the other vessels in the mission and...suggested it was a ...well device....since it was in a gamma welded box.

Byblos -> Aye Boss.

Joe Manning -> For now, I'm going to keep things straightforward with you ...

Byblos -> ::does not mention Troy because his real frustration is with Shane ::

Shane -> ::once he's saisfyed that the correct repair programs are running on the Qobs core, grunts and heads out of engineering for the Qob again::

Joe Manning -> I had our friend Simmons send some sensor data over to my ODRI while you were repairing the Capricorn.

Byblos -> Yes sir.

Joe Manning -> Our man Selek ... or Ethan ... or whatever you want to call him ... entered the port city that the away team was near.

Byblos -> ::listens::

Joe Manning -> If I read the few reports we've collected right, there were two kinds of drones, right?

Pher -> :: nods affirmative ::

rosetto -> That would be correct...

Joe Manning -> Your mystery drones ... the few drones that seemed to be a little more observant and intelligent than the others were singled out in the sensor scans.

Shane -> ::turns the corner to the airlock and enter the docking corridor, walking up behind Pher, Byblos and Troy with his arm hissing and whirring::pauses to listen::

Joe Manning -> They all emerged from and retreated to a structure inside that city. It's that structure that Selek entered with his friend. He has not come out of it.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Pher:: He was following the ant trail.

Byblos -> ::steps a step back...he does not quite understand this drone stuff..then he hears that familiar cyborg hiss.....::

Pher -> He knows more than he's been telling us.

rosetto -> There are many things about this site that still ellude us, sir...

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back at Sal and nods::

Byblos -> ::his face contorts a bit resisting the urge to....::

Joe Manning -> Which is why I'm fixin to send one more team down to the planet. Using the transporters our new raider associates are willing to loan us as soon as they're back up.

rosetto -> Too many mysteries to unravel...

Pher -> :: Not entirely overjoyed by this, but not surprised, either. ::

Byblos -> ::hears that he loosens up...he cannnot deal with this now..::

Joe Manning -> Sal, you know this planet best, so I want you on the team.

Byblos -> Those transporters are salvagable? ::looks to the Cyborg::

rosetto -> ::swallows deeply::uh, aye sir...

Joe Manning -> Pher, you decide who else is on the team. ::Looks back at her:: Since you're leading it.

Shane -> ::looks to Byblos and nods::

Pher -> Troy? You looking for more fun?

Troy Parson -> ::looks nervous:: Do we really have to take the transporter?

Byblos -> Good I won't think of you for a while...

Byblos -> (to Shane)

rosetto -> Trust me, Troy... It will be a LOT safer...

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs:: Tomar tells me that can get it powered back up. The system itself wasn't damaged.

Joe Manning -> *they can

Shane -> ::troy:: Would you rather go divin' again?

Troy Parson -> ::tries to suppress the nervousness and fails:: Ah, well. Suppose it beats staying up here, anyway. I'll go.

Byblos -> Pher, my duty? Err, boss do you need me here on Qob?

Joe Manning -> You've all got a half hour before the transporter is back up. So take a break. You've earned it ... in your own ways.

Pher -> Things seem secure here, though I'd prefer getting all non-Qob folk off Qob before stripping her of security people again.

Pher -> ( To Byblos )

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM