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Joe Manning

Qob: Tranquility 1/29/12 - 3/4/12

Jan 29

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Joe Manning -> ::On the Bridge going through the collected reports, making sure he has everything he's going to submit to the administrators::

rosetto -> ::turns on seat::Approaching Xorax Colony, SIr

Byblos -> Byblos looks at the Qob's hovercycle formerly his, he examines for anything else amok and declares to himself ::Fixed!

Pher -> :: On the bridge, looking for signs of approaching civilization. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Without glancing up from his ODRI:: I've already radioed ahead to let them know we're coming. Get in touch, tell'em we're here, and settle into orbit over the colony site.

Kaara Soora -> ::sitting at her desk, boots on it, monitoring Ethan on her PADD::

William Chocox -> ::working in engineering making sure the Qob doesn't go down in a big ball of flames::

Pher -> :: Is ready for civilization ::

Shane -> ::gathering his equipment in the Engineering Lab for a trip to the surface::

rosetto -> Aye, Sir... geocentric orbit...

Pher -> :: Dressed for civilization, which might be mildly distracting, but then again she's always at least mildly distracting... ::

William Chocox -> ::looks over at Shane:: You going down Shane?

rosetto -> +Xorax Colony+This is QoB. Premission to orbit?

Shane -> Where's that jyking emmitter...worthless equipment...::hears Will, yells out tof the Lab to the Engine Room:: Yeah! Gotta return a broken emmitter and get some supplies

Joe Manning -> Xorax Flight Control> +Sal+ This is Xorax Colony. You have permission to orbit, Qob. We are relaying coordinates of eight vessels already in orbit along with the coordinates you are to assume.

Shane -> Jykin crap for equipment...

Joe Manning -> It wasn't a total disaster ...

Pher -> :: Decides to check on the names of said ships... looking for any that might reek of Guardianship. ::

William Chocox -> ::yells back:: Can you get some duct tape while you're down there? We're running low.

Byblos -> ::grunts as he stands up and stretches:: Secured. Now you won't go flying off in battle. ::picks up the toolbox and begins walking towards his quarters::

Troy Parson -> ::exhales some smoke:: Quite a welcoming committee...they did say eight, right?

Pher -> Under the circumstaqnces, it was a nicely minimized disaster.

rosetto -> +Xorax Control+Thanks. Begining our descent... QoB out..

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The Guardians, typically not being welcome at Xorax, do not display their emblem on any of the ships in orbit

Shane -> ::yells back:: What else? And keep yer voice down!

Pher -> :: Looks over the various ships in line of sight, just to see what can be seen with passive sensors. ::

Joe Manning -> The objective I mean ... not all the other crap. ::Looks up at Pher:: Aside from that Macen kid, we didn't get any of Verbistul's scientists down to the surface. But between your two trips to the planet and Troy's masking device, we can give them some solid guidelines for future missions.

rosetto -> ::quickly projects course based on received data stream; slips QoB in between two freighters::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The ships seem to be ordinary traffic, a couple of Gular cruisers and an assortment of privateers

Pher -> Yes. I think the guidelines, assuming we have some discipline to go with them, might be good to have.

William Chocox -> ::lowers voice a little bit:: Some ((OOC: insert WD-40 equivalent here.)) would be nice.

STSF_Nickles -> :: makes his way to medical ::

rosetto -> ::fixes controls to auto and rises:: Orbit is attained sir. Feel free to move about the cabin...

Shane -> Check our plasma coolant reserves!

Kaara Soora -> ::toes tap to a tune in her head::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Sal:: Good, then. ::Taps his ODRI:: +Com+ Anyone who's coming down to the planet with me, meet me on the Bridge

rosetto -> ::raises a finger::I think I could use some fresh air...

Byblos -> Oh....I need a sword. No money. Problem.

William Chocox -> ::checks reserves and notices they're a bit low:: We could do with some more. Levels are a bit low.

Shane -> ::hears the com and steps into the E room:: I'm leaving. Are you comin?

Byblos -> ::places toolkit in quarters, securing his quarters he's quickly to the bridge::

STSF_Nickles -> ::enters medical::

Kaara Soora -> ::looks up as Chris enters::

Troy Parson -> ::swivels at his bridge station:: Well, I've already transported once recently; suppose another wouldn't do any more harm.

rosetto -> ::picks up his PADD nd looks to the captain::

William Chocox -> ::looks back up:: Nah, I'll stay up here and make sure the bird still flies when you get back.

Shane -> (test)

Shane -> (never mind)

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Sal:: There ain't any fresh air to be had. Whole colony's under the mountains and they seal off every fissure to the surface.

Pher -> Could you possibly get more scrambled, Troy? :: Smiling. ::

Byblos -> ::Enters the bridge and just stands on the right side of the door:: Erhm...Pher, Could use your opinion.

William Chocox -> ((pass to me))

Troy Parson -> ::gives Pher a look::

Pher -> Sure, Byblos. :: Stands and wanders over to Byblos ::

Pher -> :: Returns Troy's look with a wink. ::

rosetto -> Bad choice of words, I guess, sir. Stretch my legs? ::smiles thinly::

STSF_Nickles -> :: walks over to Soora:: Whats on the books for the day.

Shane -> Alright.::turns to leave, a duffel strung over his good shoulder, his bionic hissing:: Send anything else you find to my ODRI.

William Chocox -> Sure thing boss.

Shane -> ::yells over his shoulder:: Don't blow up my engines!!

Kaara Soora -> ::waves a hand to Ethan vaguely:: He's stable. Bay is clean and stocked, for the most part.

Pher -> They're not long enough, Sal?

Joe Manning -> +Com+ Xorax, I have a group assembling for transport. Kindly lock on to my signal.

Byblos -> Listen, I need a blade. Problem is....no currency. Is it possible someone can get me some dough to buy a new blade?

rosetto -> ::struggling::nope! ::then smiles::

Joe Manning -> ::Does a quick head count::

William Chocox -> ::yells back:: They'll still be there when you get back.

Byblos -> ::points to empty sword sheath::

Shane -> ::stomps down the stairs and down the neck cooridor::

Pher -> :: Winces a bit :: Joe's project is getting paid. If he succeeds we might all have a little something.

Pher -> I've got a trinket I was hoping to sell for pocket change, but... how good a blade are you looking for?

STSF_Nickles -> With as much damage that was done I think keeping him sedated until hes completely heeled is a good idea. We do not want him to tear anything else open and bleed out

Byblos -> Okay that being the case, without currency. I might be arrested for Vagrancy. I suppose I should stay aboard.

Shane -> ::stomps onto the bridge, looks around the room:: I'm headin down.

Joe Manning -> ::Hears Shane's noisy approach and wonders if he's intending to join the group::

Pher -> :: Moves towards a transport formation with Joe ::

Pher -> :: Gestures for byblos to foolow if he is so inclined. ::

rosetto -> ::follows suit for transport::

Kaara Soora -> ::nods, setting down PADD:: Agreed. ::takes boots off of desk:: Is that you came to say?

Joe Manning -> Alright then, I got ... +Com+ 6 for immediate transport, Xorax, on my location.

Byblos -> I need something to sever a Guardian's head in one swing....::follows PHer as if it were a command:::

Pher -> Hmmm... We can bail you out.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The group is quickly snatched up by Xorax Colony's sleek rapid transport beam

rosetto -> ::shakes head::

Byblos -> Your Call Pher.

Pher -> Ha. Nothing very large, then. They have such scrawny little necks.

Shane -> ::looks to Byblos, raising an eyebrow:: I can make you something. ::shimmers::

Troy Parson -> ::is sleekly, rapidly transported::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: And just as quickly deposited in one of the Colony's Transporter rooms

STSF_Nickles -> Not all.... We are near Xorax take some time offou want to Colony, if y

rosetto -> ::pfizzles::

Pher -> :: Shimmers ::

STSF_Nickles -> Not all.... We are near Xorax Colony, if yyou wan to take some time off

Troy Parson -> @::checks himself to make sure his limbs are all there::

Byblos -> ::fizzles:: ::looks to Shane:: Really? Like One swing off the head strength ?

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Two black uniformed men stand near the transporter station. One circles around it and approaches the group.

Kaara Soora -> ::raises eyebrow:: Chris, I'd much rather be up here. ::stands:: Feel free though.

rosetto -> @::opens his eyes. He always closes his eyes when he transports::

Byblos -> ::quiets upon seeing the black dudes::

Pher -> :: Decides not to comment on Troy's missing tail. Security people can sometimes have no sense of humor. ::

Joe Manning -> @Li'rok> ::A Vulcan gentleman. Nods to the group:: The crew of the Qob, correct? I have been instructed by the Administrators to show you to a local center of entertainment until they are prepared to meet you.

rosetto -> @::looks up and smiles at Vulcan::hmmm...

Shane -> ::turns and looks around the room, checking his surroundings and the two figures::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Not long after, two more transport beams deposit two very short, identical-looking aliens in Qob's infirmary

STSF_Nickles -> I have nothing I want to go to the surface for.

Kaara Soora -> Neither do I. ::looks around:: Care for a hot beverage?

Joe Manning -> @Hm. ::Regards the Vulcan and looks back at the group:: I do believe this means we are being confined to a location of their choosing.

STSF_Nickles -> Sure Hot black tea with honey

Troy Parson -> @ Joy, imprisonment again.

Joe Manning -> Bynars> ::Look around the infirmary curiously::

Byblos -> @::realizes he should be thinking of clothes too...his current set..his only set looks weathered with combat damage::

Pher -> Hey. We could have done more of that when we were out and about. Would have saved some trouble.

Shane -> ::aside to Byblos:: Get a hold of a disruptor, klingon preferably. I've got everything else.

rosetto -> @::out of the fryg pan...::

rosetto -> ^frying

Kaara Soora -> ::nods, heading to the replicator and putting in the order:: You know, I didn't expect you back so soon.

Shane -> *@

Joe Manning -> @Li'rok> ::Looks at Troy and blinks:: If we had meant for you to be imprisoned, we would not escort you to one of Xorax Colony's finer lounge facilities

Joe Manning -> @Li'rok> Consider this a service to you for your efforts on the Zoalus expedition.

Byblos -> @ ::to Shane:: I'll check the Klingon outlet.

rosetto -> @::looks at Troy::Let's go see what kind of brew they have to offer, okay?

Pher -> @ :: Culture shock as usual. Different planets, different things important... ::

Troy Parson -> @::looks at Li'rok:: Right, service. Service is good.

Joe Manning -> Bynars> ::Separate and begin poking and prodding and picking up any small item they can find from the infirmary's counters and cabinets::

STSF_Nickles -> Well as I said before, You will be seeing more of me.

Troy Parson -> @ ::takes out a cigarette and lights it::

Kaara Soora -> ::nods, walking over and handing him the mug of tea:: Hope it got it right this time. It choked on me earlier today.

Joe Manning -> @Of course, our efforts involved getting a good deal of their science ship's crew killed, so ... ::Nods to the Vulcan:: We'll play along. Lead the way, son.

Pher -> :: Hopes for Troy's sake there is no tax on oxygen use... ::

rosetto -> @::follows the Vulcan::

Joe Manning -> @Li'rok> ::Turns and guides the group out of the transporter room::

STSF_Nickles -> :: takes a sip from the cup::

Byblos -> @::thinks about Shane's request which is probably tied into the CPU package..with no currency at the moment, it would require theft. This place being full of cameras at every angle makes that not a wise move, best hope the BOSS scores on the paycheck::

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Looks over at Ethan::

Shane -> @::shifts his duffel as he follows the group, his arm whirring and hissing:: Challenge a Klingon to a fight to win one. Get him to throw his shirt too.

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Scurries over to the biobed to look more closely::

STSF_Nickles -> Its right this time

Kaara Soora -> ((111?))

Pher -> :: Slips back to fall in with Byblos more or less ::

Joe Manning -> ( One of the Bynars. Well ... Trynars :) )

Pher -> (( Karra.... the locals have binary names. ))

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A third transporter beam deposits a third alien in engineering

Shane -> ::stomping behind the rest of the group::

Pher -> (( To drive them nuts, introduce yourself as Pi. ))

Shane -> @*

William Chocox -> ::continues working on the engines:: Damnit! How uncooperative can this ship get? ::smacks panel with tool::

Kaara Soora -> ((::scrolls up::))

rosetto -> @::steps up::So, what is your name, sir?::questions Li'rok::

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Immediately begins looking around until his attention is distracted by the noise::

Kaara Soora -> ((must have missed that))

Byblos -> @ ::looks to Shane then back to Pher:: Acquistions, are adding up in my head. There is a Klingon outlet if I recall our last visit. Id like to visit. However, that would be after Joe Pays us.

William Chocox -> ::looks up at the sound of the transporter beam:: What the hell are you doing here?

Shane -> @ If we get paid...

Pher -> Yah. I'd like to make minimal waves until that point?

Joe Manning -> @Might be best if we all stick together until the colony gives us the all-clear to move about freely. Don't want to cause any trouble for our gracious hosts.

Kaara Soora -> ::looks at Chris::

rosetto -> @::nods::

Troy Parson -> @::nods:: Right. ::smokes::

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Looks at William and nods:: Greetings to you. I am here looking for my good friend Troy Parson in the hopes that he may update us on his experiments and provide 'smokes.'

STSF_Nickles -> :: sees her looking at him ::something wrong?

Pher -> @ You thinking sword, Bat'lah or other?

Byblos -> @::ponders if Shane wants him arrested, any fight with a Klingon would be extremely security drawing, and send Byblos to the Brig...no he has to think this one out:::

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Pokes Ethan in the arm before circling around the biobed to look over his vitals::

Troy Parson -> ((Oh dear, did I get a Trinar addicted to nicotine?!))

Kaara Soora -> ::points at 111:: Something I should know?

rosetto -> ((Troy, The Pusher Man))

William Chocox -> Well he's not going to be in here. You might want to check the bridge and if he's not there than he should be down on the planet.

William Chocox -> ::goes back to his work::

Joe Manning -> 011> ::Climbs onto a counter to look into a box of medical gauze::

Byblos -> @Klingons do not part with Bat`leth's. There is a certain honor they have with them. If I could a sword made of their alloy would be a big plus. If they do that thing here.

STSF_Nickles -> What the... ::walks over to the bed:: What is going on here?

rosetto -> @::hoping they get to this entertainment center soon::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Li'nok leads the group into one of the Colony's large cavernous tiered plazas. Shops, office fronts, and activity centers are scattered around the tiers

Byblos -> @Pher, entertainment center? Does that include mall...or....oohhh::Looks ath the large cavernous Plaza::

rosetto -> @::looks around all wide-eyed::

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Continues looking around:: Having equipment troubles?

Troy Parson -> @::surveys the cavern:: That *is* rather impressive...

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Looks over at Nickles:: Oh, greetings to you. Do you know the whereabouts of Troy Parson?

STSF_Nickles -> Leave him alone. ::steps between 111 abd the biobed::

Pher -> @ :: Looks about for Klingon weapon shops and possible Victoria's Secret franchises. ::

Joe Manning -> 011> ::Gets down from the counter and runs over to 111's side::

Byblos -> @Jykin' great time to be broke..jyking great time. ::swears at the ground in front of him::

STSF_Nickles -> I believe he went to the surface.

Kaara Soora -> ::comes to stand beside Chris, eyes on the monitors::

Pher -> @ Is there a good time to be broke?

STSF_Nickles -> Wgy are you looking for him?

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: No Klingon weapon shops or Victoria's Secret shops in the this area, but there is a Klingon lingerie shop

Troy Parson -> @::to Pher:: Sure there is...when you're dead.

Shane -> @::stomping along, ignoring ads and glancing from person to person as they past::

rosetto -> @Not where I come from, Darlin'...

Joe Manning -> 111> That is disappointing. We missed him then?

STSF_Nickles -> Yes

Pher -> @ I'm not in that big a hurry, Troy.

Joe Manning -> 011> We were hoping to catch up. ::Looks around:: It would seem that our companion has not ... oh, no, he is in your engineering area.

STSF_Nickles -> What interest do you have in Ethan?

rosetto -> @All agreed here...::smiles at Troy & Pher::

Byblos -> ::sticks with Pher watching her back just in case:: Uh what Troy said...What? Klingon Lingerie??? Can a Nausicaan get a break!! Hmmm...Looks like I will have to wait until the Joe gets us some payment.

STSF_Nickles -> What?

Joe Manning -> @Li'nok> ::Stops at the entrance to a large neon-lit structure with a sign that says 'Club Trinity' in front. Techno music blares from within:: Our destination. ::Waves the group inside::

Byblos -> @^

William Chocox -> ::without looking up:: All the time. Where is your companion?

Kaara Soora -> Sure William is loving that ::mutters::

rosetto -> @I guess we're going in here...

Pher -> @ I'd keep clear of the Klingon Lingerie store. I understand their sound system broacasts Klingon Opera and very bad poetry.

Troy Parson -> @::eyes the club dubiously::

Joe Manning -> 111> This gentleman? ::Motions to Ethan:: He appears to be sleeping. We do not wish to awake him.

Kaara Soora -> No, please do not.

Shane -> ::pauses at the entrance, then enters, eyes narrowing::

Pher -> @ :: Tries to figure out if she knows a dance style compatible with the music. ::

STSF_Nickles -> Agreed he does not need to be awaken thank you

rosetto -> @::looks for 'table' entertainment; just for fun::

Joe Manning -> @Thank ya kindly. ::Nods to the Vulcan and enters the club:: I hope you all know how to dance, otherwise we'll stand out like sore thumbs

STSF_Nickles -> You poked him. What interest do you have in doing that?

Pher -> @ I dance a little. :: twinkle in eyes ::

Byblos -> @::to Pher:: I am not dancing Pher..Nausicaans do not dance. Blast...Hey uh.....Li'nok beverages on the house right???

Joe Manning -> 1-10> Companion? You mean ... companions? They are ... elsewhere on the ship.

STSF_Nickles -> How many of you are on this ship?

rosetto -> @::shakes his booty comically::

Joe Manning -> @That's hardly polite of you to say, Byblos, when there's a lady in our company.

Joe Manning -> 111> Just me ...

Joe Manning -> 011> And me.

Joe Manning -> 111> And three. Three is trouble.

Joe Manning -> 011> Yes, big trouble. ::Shakes head:: Always late, always errant.

STSF_Nickles -> Three?

William Chocox -> ::looks up with a quizzical look:: Companions? I thought Bynars traveled in pairs?

Kaara Soora -> Three is always trouble.

Byblos -> @ Well Boss, I just did not want to embarass said lady by ordering something I cannot pay for.

Joe Manning -> 111> One Negative One Zero. He is in your engineering area. Unless you put your engines on your Bridge. Then he is in your Bridge.

Pher -> @ I'm not sure that 'Lady' is the most fitting of descriptions, Joe.

Joe Manning -> @All the same, Pher. ::Holds his hand out to her:: The dance floor is calling, won't you join me and try to humor my creaky old bones?

STSF_Nickles -> Soora I better get up there. Keep an eye on these two

Kaara Soora -> ::walks back over to her PADD, sending a quick message to William::

Byblos -> @Lifeguard I need to find a wall and scope this place. I don't like just being led into a danceroom on a rock like this

Pher -> @ :: Smiles :: Sure.

Kaara Soora -> Aye, aye. ::said comically::

rosetto -> @Come on, Byblos... I'll buy you whatever... ONE of whatever...

STSF_Nickles -> :: sets his cup on the counter and heads for the bridge::

Shane -> @::having looked the room over thouroughly, leaves the group and heads for the bar::

Pher -> @ :: Holds up a hand to be led by Joe. ::

Joe Manning -> @::Looks at Byblos:: Keep an eye on Sal and Troy while you're at it. I think the game tables caught their attention, and Troy's card counting has gotten us in trouble before.

Kaara Soora -> ::to Bynars:: Don't make a mess. I just cleaned.

Joe Manning -> 111 & 011> ::Glance at Kaara, then quickly move to follow Nickles::

Troy Parson -> @::looks indignant:: Only because I was too drunk to use a proper concealment algorithm...

Kaara Soora -> Company, Chris.

STSF_Nickles -> ::enters the lift:: Bridge!

Joe Manning -> 1-10> Oh no, not on Xorax Colony. On Xorax, we travel in threes. Threes is a good solid number, wouldn't you agree?

Byblos -> @Aye Boss Sal just offered me a drink Ill take it. ::he follows Rosetto ::

rosetto -> @Troy, you too! Let's go

Joe Manning -> @::Takes Pher's hand and leads her onto the busy crowded dance floor, where individuals of a variety of alien races are paired up in any number of odd ways::

Troy Parson -> @ ::turns to Rosetto:: Very wel.

Byblos -> @::looks around the club::

Kaara Soora -> ::taps another message to William::

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Climbs the ladder behind Nickles:: I find it odd that you speak to the ladders on your ship.

Pher -> @ ::Looks about to see what sort of moves are in vogue here. Starts out not trying to gather too much attention. ::

Shane -> @::takes seat at the bar, the stool creaking loudly, growls loudly:: Bartender!

rosetto -> @::steps up to the 'crowded' bar and begins to yell::Could we get some drinks here?

Pher -> @ Didn't know they were this much into variety.

Troy Parson -> @::hanging behind Shane and Rosetto::

Joe Manning -> @::Begins moving to the techno music, trying his hardest not to appear too embarassing::

STSF_Nickles -> ((kEEP FORGETTING THAT))

Kaara Soora -> ((LOL))

STSF_Nickles -> I thought you were going to remain in Sickbay

rosetto -> @::momentarily looks out at the dance floor and Joe & Pher::

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Leans over a nearby station and begins tapping the controls, but gets no response as the console is dark::

STSF_Nickles -> ::climbs onto the bridge::

Kaara Soora -> ::checks on Ethan, making sure the Bynars didn't harm him::

Shane -> @Bartender>::edges towards Sal and the imposing cyborg:: Yeah?

William Chocox -> ::looks at his message and replies back "No duh Sherlock.":: It is when you are together. Don't touch anything. ::smacks Bynars wrist::

Byblos -> @Rosetto just beer...beer please. ::looking around with his eyes ::

Joe Manning -> @Vulcans and Bynars are prominent here, but they don't discriminate on Xorax. Science is neutral like that.

STSF_Nickles -> HEY!!! ::sees 1-10 :: Stops doing that

rosetto -> @Okay, what do you all want? I'll have a dark ale...

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Snaps back his arm and rubs his wrist:: Ouch?

Troy Parson -> @::timidly:: Make that two...

STSF_Nickles -> Why do you say Ouch I did not touch you

rosetto -> @::reaches into his pocket for some lat'::

Pher -> @ You were a professional dancer in your youth?

Byblos -> ::takes a seat near Sal sees Shane and realizes...if he were in his 20's this would be an awesome place to pick a fight...but experience has taught the Nausicaan a bit of caution::

Shane -> @::slaps a few creds on the counter:: Rum. A bottle.

Joe Manning -> @You I can see through the flattery, Pher. ::Smirks:: I did run a place like this, once. Owned a nightclub for a time, back before my joints stiffened up.

Byblos -> ::thinks of all the credit lifting to be done with the dancing..:: Yeah right a camera up my arse. (not heard due to loud music?)

Pher -> @ Hey. Never hurts to try.

Joe Manning -> 111> Is Troy Parson well, then?

Shane -> @Bartender>::scurries away to get the order::

Pher -> @ Starships are less hard on the joints?

William Chocox -> ((1-10 is in Engineering I believe Chris.))

Kaara Soora -> ::PADD beeps, and she smiled a little, types back 'They can cause trouble. Just making sure you knew. Sounds like Nickles has his hands full'::

STSF_Nickles -> Why are you three here?

William Chocox -> ::looks at the message and replies "Yeah, I just smacked one today."::

rosetto -> @::lays the lat' on the bar but keeps his hand over it::

Joe Manning -> @::Glances around and notices that several people are already eyeing Pher:: ... never rains on a starship, so I got that goin' for me. ::Quietly:: You best control your movements here; don't want to start a riot.

Byblos -> @::looks to Shane:: Klingon Lingerie...unless you think it's a front. But I've spotted enough security cams to make it a possibility.

William Chocox -> I smacked the one who just said ouch Chris.

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Moves over to another terminal and finds that it is equally dark::

Pher -> @ Aye. Believe it or not, I am trying to tone it down. (Quietly)

Byblos -> @::looks at Rosetto making certain everything is okay with his action there::

Shane -> @Bartender>::brings back the drinks, setting them between Sal and Shane, taking the creds and lat'::

Joe Manning -> 111> Just checking up on an old friend. We became acquainted with Troy Parson during your last stay here.

Pher -> @ :: Tries to tone it down a bit more. :: It's hard, though.

Pher -> @ So many males. So much need.

rosetto -> @::takes his drink and hands Troy his::

Joe Manning -> 011> ::Glances around the Bridge:: There is something amiss here. Many of the interface mechanisms on your ship are not functioning.

STSF_Nickles -> I told you hes on the surface

rosetto -> @Cheers!

William Chocox -> ::to 1-10:: Don't touch anything.

Troy Parson -> @::takes his ale from rosetto:: Cheers.

Kaara Soora -> ::checking vitals when PADD beeps again. 'They said he was trouble'

STSF_Nickles -> Ya I know we have had some troubles

STSF_Nickles -> They are being worked on

Shane -> @::grabs the bottle and takes a long swig::

Joe Manning -> @And we already drew enough of the local security's attention last time we were here ...

Joe Manning -> @Besides, I brought you over here for some business.

Byblos -> @::looks to Rosetto:: Is it purchased..I don't want to land in the Prison here. Boss will probably let me rot after this last job.

Joe Manning -> 111> How unfortunate ...

Pher -> @ Yep. :: Pauses :: Business?

Joe Manning -> 011> Anything we could assist with?

STSF_Nickles -> Not without the Captains permission

Joe Manning -> @Your report. On the Zoalus mission. It was rather, uh, candid.

rosetto -> @Ah... that's what I needed... ::to Byblos:: This one's on me... ::hands him the third mug::

Pher -> @ :: attentive... Though she expects it won't be the usual sort of business that she sets up on a dance floor... ::

Joe Manning -> 1-10> ::Sighs and looks around:: Your ship is so ... quiet. It was not this quiet the last time we were here.

Shane -> @::rolls his eyes and stands up, turning to Byblos:: You gonna get a disruptor or not?

Pher -> @ Yes. I feel I ought to be. Did I write burn after reading on that?

STSF_Nickles -> We are on a rest Period

rosetto -> @::to Shane::Big Guy... I think we should stick together for now, ay?

William Chocox -> Last time you were here more of the ship was actually working.

Byblos -> @::to Shane as he takes his drinks:: You want me to shop for PHer or something? ::looks his eyes at the Klingon shop::

Joe Manning -> @You had some not-so-flattering things to say about me. About my command habits. ::Spins around Pher, looking much like an old man dancing at a wedding::

Shane -> @::glances to Sal:: Keep yer panties on, I'm not leaving the room.

Joe Manning -> 1-10> Aaaah. Trouble? ::Peers smartly up at William::

Pher -> @ :: Tries to make Joe look good. ::

Shane -> @::nods his head towards the back where a drunk Klingon is dancing wildly::

rosetto -> @::swallows hard::er... right...

Joe Manning -> 111> You rest at Xorax Colony? That is curious.

Joe Manning -> 011> They must be here on business.

Byblos -> @Panties. HAH!!!!!! ::slams beer mug on table and then just downs the beer liberally::

Pher -> @ I tried to tone it down some... But I've honestly felt lost at times.

Pher -> @ I've felt out of my depth.

William Chocox -> Yes, and lots of it.

rosetto -> @::tips mug to Byblos and smiles::

STSF_Nickles -> If your looking for Troy hes on the surface.

Shane -> @::grabs Byblos shirt with his good hand and pulls him through the crowd towards the back:: Come on...

Joe Manning -> @Who asked you to tone it down? Hell, with all the butterin' up I get from Chris, it's refreshing to butt heads with someone who knows what she's talking about.

Byblos -> @::blam as the mug sets on the bar:: Oh that was good...::to Shane:: That guy is dishonoring himself.

Kaara Soora -> ::sits back down at desk, boots on tabletop. Takes knife out of her boot and starts to trim her nails::

Pher -> @ I do?

Joe Manning -> 111> It would be terribly difficult for us to find him down there.

Byblos -> @Okay.......::dragged by shane:: He needs an honor check..gothca.

Joe Manning -> 011> They don't let us move about the colony freely, you see.

Troy Parson -> @::watching the situation develop:: Right, go do that...I'll be...in a different part of the bar.

rosetto -> @::spins around and faces Troy::Should we ollow them? I'd just as not... ::smiles::

Byblos -> @You realize we will get caught or is the idea for just myself to get caught...

Joe Manning -> @Well, you've got a strong enough handle on the crew. ::Nods his head toward the group at the bar:: Truth is, I'm not sure my own handle on them ain't slippin' these days.

rosetto -> ^follow

Shane -> @::gets close to the Klingon and tosses Byblos stumbling at the Klingon ratherly forcefully::

Troy Parson -> @::turns around to Rosetto:: They're going to do what they want either way...personally, I'd rather be as far away from what's about to happen as possible.

Joe Manning -> 1-10> So ... what are you working on? ::Looks behind William::

Pher -> @ They aren't an easy group to handle, to understand.

Byblos -> @Heh......::Collides with Dancing Klingon ...doing a quick "lift"::

rosetto -> @Ditto...::turns and looks:: Whoa! Now THAT is nice ::sees a bery ttractive woman::

rosetto -> ^very

Joe Manning -> @Exactly ... ::Finds himself half watching Byblos and Shane, as he's sure Pher is as well::

Pher -> @ I'm starting to get the understand part. The handle?

Pher -> @ :: Isn't sure she needs to break off and babysit... ::

Joe Manning -> 011> ::Looks at 111:: I believe this one is trying to let us know that we are not welcome here.

Pher -> @ That, for example...

Shane -> @Klingon>::falls under Byblos in a heap cursing::

Pher -> @ Too late. :: Sighs ::

Byblos -> @::kicks the disruptor to Shane:: OH Sorry big fella it appears I had a bit too much....

William Chocox -> ::continuing to work on his job:: Just basic engineering stuff.

STSF_Nickles -> what is it you want with troy?

Shane -> @Klingon>::pushes off of him and grabs his throat, yelling curse:: Jykin qoh!

rosetto -> @::sips his ale::

Joe Manning -> @::Shakes his head:: Boys bein' boys ... and my message ain't gettin' through to them

Troy Parson -> @::sips ale while trying to slip through the crowd to get further away from Shane and Byblos::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Xorax security forces, four black-uniformed figures, enter Club Trinity

Byblos -> @You haven't heard of me have you buddy....I don't fight fair. ::Promplty knees the Klingon in the groin::

Pher -> @ Brought pain stick. Could amplify the message if you like, but little girls sticking their noses into big boy brawls isn't often welcome.

rosetto -> @::notices that he is now alone; looks for Troy who is trailing away into the crowd::

Pher -> @ And the locals apparently know us pretty well, anyway.

Joe Manning -> 111> Smokes, for one thing.

Shane -> @::comes behind the Klingon on byblos and grabs his neck with his bionic, picking him up effortlessly::

Joe Manning -> 011> Delightful objects. But also scientific inquiry.

STSF_Nickles -> Smokes?

Joe Manning -> @What do you think? Should we intervene?

rosetto -> @::nods to the woman as she approaches::Buy you a drink, ma'am?

Byblos -> @::laughs:: Your dancing is so bad......

Shane -> @::tosses him into a bulkhead, knocking him out cold::

Pher -> @ Let's bail them out... and take it out of whatever is coming.

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: The security officers surround the brawlers and close in. They pull short, slender rods from inside their uniforms

Byblos -> @::hostiles entering from the six::

Byblos -> @(said to shane)

Joe Manning -> @This could reflect badly on us, though. We are here on important business.

Pher -> @ Do you know if they expect more of ship crew discipline than most planets?

rosetto -> @::notices the commotion and sighs::

Pher -> @ :: Breaks off the dance :: The locals are ready to solve it physically.

Byblos -> @Okay fellas wanna dance??? ::looks to security:::

Pher -> @ One of us might go along with them to play lawyer.

Joe Manning -> @They might expect more of us given the way our Zoalus mission went. Why don't you go rein Shane and Byblos in. And tell 'em you're the First Mate now ... make sure they listen.

Byblos -> @::looks to Shane:: Shall we clear the floor?

Shane -> @::steps towards the security officers, hands out:: Klingon had too much to drink, jumped on my buddie...

Pher -> @ I am? Oh dear.

Pher -> @ :: Moves towards the fracas :: No, Byblos. Stand Down.

Joe Manning -> 111> ::Imitates a smoking motion to Nickles:: Are you familiar with these objects?

Byblos -> @Ah yeah..what the big guy said...

Pher -> @ You too Shane.

Byblos -> @::spies Pher::

rosetto -> @::to woman::Anyway, whatcha doing later?

Joe Manning -> @::Quickly realizes he's making an ass of himself on the dance floor alone. Moves off it to join the rest of the group at the bar::

STSF_Nickles -> I am they are not good for you. Nor him for that matter

Shane -> @::glances at Pher, eyes narrowing::

Byblos -> @Listen you guys I would..

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

Feb 19

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

William Chocox -> ::In Engineering attempting to jury rig a better semblance of a computer core::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::in the mess/galley reading a paperback::

Byblos -> (color test)

Joe Manning -> ::Shimmers on Qob's Bridge, having been sent up by Xorax Colony's transport control::

Troy Parson -> ::In the mess nibbling on some toast::

William Chocox -> ((pass with flying colors here Byblos))

Byblos -> ::takes a seat across from Ethan eating some sort of slop pourage nutrient thing.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly glances at Troy and Byblos::

William Chocox -> ((color test for me))

Joe Manning -> ::Noticing the Bridge is empty, moves over to the only console Shane's managed to get functioning to finalize the transaction from the colony::

Byblos -> ::looks at Ethan:: Erhumph..You are not going to shoot black goo out of your eyes ...or puke it on me, and make me turn into...what I have heard was down there? ::spoons some slop and eats::

William Chocox -> ::muttering:: If I do this we might get some more power out of this. ::makes an adjusment to the computer::

Byblos -> ::looks at Troy:: Okay yes..I AM a germaphobe..have a laugh.

Byblos -> ::looks back to Ethan:: At least when it comes to moving black ooze.

Troy Parson -> ::nibbles toast, eyes the others::

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head, not satisfied that he was able to confirm the funds were transferred, given the computer limited ability to tap into Bull's Head's subspace network::

Joe Manning -> ::Turns from the console and exits the Bridge, begins walking down the neck of the ship toward the infirmary::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::looks at Byblos for a moment; then dispassionately:: No, you're safe.

Byblos -> ::slurps some nutrient slop via spoon:: And, whom am I to call you buy anwyays Mr Non logical Vulcan formerly named Selek named Ethan Neufeld . I swear if you are a guardian head hunter

William Chocox -> ::after the adjusment a couple of the consoles flicker on and promptly go out:: For the love of all things good and holy. You know what? I'm done! D! O! N! E! Done! ::slams port shut and stomps out of Engineering towards the mess::

Joe Manning -> ::Peeks into the infirmary and notices that it's empty. Hears the noises emerging from the nearby mess and detours::

Byblos -> ::makes a pointy gesture at Ethan then hears some noise mainly coming from Engineering:: That must be William unless Shane had some sort of...mystical experience.

Byblos -> ( P H E R )

Ethan Neufeld -> ::minimally:: Mm.

Pher -> ( Hello... )

Ethan Neufeld -> (Hey, Pher.)

William Chocox -> ((hey Pher))

Pher -> ( Sorry for late... )

William Chocox -> ::stomps into the mess and sits down::

Byblos -> Listen ::looks at Ethan:: I don't know who the hell you are. Think of it from my perspective, any Guardian who gets me...gets a nice reward..not much maybe enough for a new speeder.

Joe Manning -> ::Stands at the door to the mess and looks inside. Sees, to his surprise, that Ethan is sitting at the table. Assumes that Pher has a careful eye on him somewhere::

Pher -> :: Comes in a little late, goes to the line. ::

Pher -> :: A bit surprised to see Ethan up. ::

Byblos -> ::slops some more pourage...it appears to be that..nutrient rich pourage ::

Pher -> Hello, Joe.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::returns Byblos's gaze:: Not in the market for a speeder.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Joe and Pher; then returns to his book::

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Pher:: I was about to check on you. Good rest?

Pher -> Good enough. I may never catch up from those two days at Zolaus, though

Pher -> Yourself? Is the universe making any sense?

Byblos -> ::looks at Ethan:: Well couldn't fit one in the Bay anways! Hah!!...Oh hey Boss, Pher...what do I call this human in front of me...Ethan or Selek..or man who survived Black Goo?

Pher -> :: Laughs ::

Joe Manning -> ::Enters the mess and moves to join her:: Never makin sense. But it's payin us for once ...

Ethan Neufeld -> Ethan's fine. ::without looking from his book::

Pher -> You might ask him that.

Pher -> Pay? :: looks impressed ::

Pher -> Ethan? I was sort of hoping for something with four letters. :: winks ::

Joe Manning -> Something, at least. I sent all our data on Zoalus, along with the schematics of Troy's little delta ray gizmos, to the administrators ...

Joe Manning -> That's the official reason that they agreed to pay us half of what they were promising for a successful month-long expedition.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly furrows brow at Pher::

Pher -> Not bad for two days on station, then, assuming we can get a working computer out of it somehow.

Byblos -> You have a rank Ethan? Clearly you have some skills that are not one a Guardian would normally have ::looks to William Chocox :: no offence

William Chocox -> ((Back))

Joe Manning -> That's next on the agenda. We'll be checking in on an old friend of yours. ::Curiously exhausted expression on his face as he says that::

Byblos -> Half!!!! ::thomps both fists on the table::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::considers question before answering:: Retired. ::watches Byblos thump the table::

William Chocox -> ::looks over at Big Ugly:: None taken. I was also in Starfleet for awhile before joining the Guardians::

Pher -> Oh dear. I have too many old friends.

Troy Parson -> ::listening in::

Pher -> :: Blinks and turns to Byblos ::

Byblos -> Those jyking....cheap ...::mutters a few more expletives::

Joe Manning -> ::Attempts a grin and nods, then mutters quietly after she turns away:: One too many.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::hint of a smirk as he reads::

Pher -> :: Smiles at Byblos and consideres sending him on a high stakes negotiation session... Maybe not... ::

Pher -> :: Returns attention to Joe ::

Byblos -> Boss what the heck am I supposed to do? I look like targ Fodder. I need clothes...and of course the only shop that might have some for me...Klingon is a Lingirie shop!!!! Arrrrggh!!!!!!

Joe Manning -> ::Leans over the serving table to see what's available. Wonders briefly who cooked this meal, then quickly realizes that it's the canned paste they picked up on Tranquility before they left on the expedition::

Pher -> :: Hides another smile ::

Byblos -> I don't look good for your business...and william no joke about my tusks!

Joe Manning -> ::Sighs and grabs a bowl and spoon and takes two globs of it::

Joe Manning -> We need someone who can cook on this ship. And some decent food to cook.

Pher -> I picked up a wonderful skill on New Risa. Being able to smile and look happy under most any situation. This paste helps me keep in practice.

Pher -> Noted. Above or below 'computer' on the list?

Troy Parson -> ::nibbles more on toast, still not bothering to looks up:: If you run it over a gas burner a few times, it almost tastes like bread...

Byblos -> Darnit Pher, it's not fair ...the Galaxy is not fair....you can wear nothing...and be....well...you can were anything and be ...decent. I have no option but to look like some Kevin Sorbo Hercules guy.

William Chocox -> I wasn't going to make a joke about your tusks. The rest of your face? Yes. Your tusks? Never.

Joe Manning -> Bull's Head taught me the skill of bein as ornery as I can under just about any circumstances. ::Moves over to the mess table:: This ship keeps that in practice every day.

Byblos -> ::growls at William teasingly::

William Chocox -> I believe the computer should be the number one priority.

Pher -> Ah, but you're stronger than I am. Curves? Muscles? There are trade offs!

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises behind his book::

Joe Manning -> ::Stops behind Byblos and taps his shoulder to get his attention::

Byblos -> The Boss needs someone to look respectable...right? ::looks to Joe Manning behind him::

Joe Manning -> ::Motions to Byblos to take another seat::

Byblos -> Oh yes...sir..Sorry sir. Go ahead sir. Yes sir...::moves to another seat::

Byblos -> ::takes his nutrient rich slop with him thinking Joe wants nothing of it::

Pher -> You mean you weren't born ornery?

Joe Manning -> ::Drops the bowl of paste on the table and looks across at Ethan::

Pher -> :: Tries to find a nearby seat, in respectable distance from both Joe and Byblos ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::folds a corner of his book down and glances at Joe::

William Chocox -> ::gets up to get himself a bowl of the slop/paste/porridge::

Joe Manning -> ::Watches Ethan as he takes the vacated seat::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::lets the corner go and resumes reading::

Byblos -> Oh jyking Guradian toilet head I am a condemened person anways..might as well live it up while you can....::continues eating::

Pher -> :: Wonders if she should go into referee, wing man or audience mode, seeing Joe and Ethan noticing one another. ::

Pher -> :: or not ::

William Chocox -> ::sits back down with his bowl::

Byblos -> ::swears the Cyborg must be sleeping or something...not a thumping sound at all::

Joe Manning -> Sal, we'll be leaving soon. Why don't you head up to the Bridge and plot a course for Andus station. If you don't know where that is, just head roughly for the center of the cluster.

Pher -> Hmmm... A computer seems more valuable, but higher quality paste might be cheaper.

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher:: Ship needs a new brain, if it is as bad as I have heard ::looks to William Chocox ::

Pher -> Sure does. :: to Byblos ::

Byblos -> Some say I need one too! Hah! ::gives William a gentle elbow::

Troy Parson -> ::doesn't look up:: Brains are overrated.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::subtle smirk behind his book::

William Chocox -> ::sways a bit:: OOF! Without a new computer we will be just a little bit better than sitting ducks. Currently only one console works in Engineering and I don't know about the Bridge consoles.

Byblos -> ::notes that the Boss might be getting ready to talk to ethan and shuts up::

Joe Manning -> All we need is to restore an old backup ... ::Pokes the porridge with his spoon::

Pher -> But are you thinking of moving past need, to want?

Byblos -> ::looks at Troy perplexed, he thought he was the smartest of the crew but he is dissing himself? The Nausicaan did not get Troy Parson 's comment ::

Joe Manning -> Easier and cheaper than getting a brand new core that'll work on this computer.

Troy Parson -> ::takes out a small propane torch from a secret compartment in the bottom of the table and starts converting some more paste into "toast" silently::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::idly rubs the top his left ear, which, like the right ear, no longer ends in a Vulcan point thanks to Soora::

Byblos -> ::notes Troy's clever hiding spot for future reference ::

Pher -> Hmm... Will we end up using the targeting perescope?

William Chocox -> ::to Troy:: I was wondering how you got toast.

Troy Parson -> ::nibbles, glances briefly at William:: Want some? ::offers torch::

Pher -> :: Wonders if the ship will end up spending its profits on propane personal cooking tools... ::

Joe Manning -> Only if we run into the ... usual trouble at Andus. ::Scowls a bit::

William Chocox -> ::grabs torch:: Can't be any worse than just the plain porridge. ::starts using the torch::

Pher -> You wouldn't be speaking of Samus, would you?

Byblos -> ::looks to Ethan...without Vulcan Ears and then to Joe wondering if he is trying to get something out of the mysterious human known as Ethan Neufeld ::

Joe Manning -> No, I'd be speakin of his lapdog, Duke ...

Joe Manning -> Who's probably still itchin for a fight with me after our last exchange, on Tranquility.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::appears quietly grateful to again have the ears he had at birth::

Byblos -> ::notes William using the torch and chuckles but then focuses back on Joe Manning Pher and the Ethan being mentioning names he is not familiar with ::

Pher -> Ah... I'd rather talk about Samus. He might possibly have redeeming qualities. Duke? Tell you what. I'll take Samus if you take the Duke.

Troy Parson -> ::looks up at Joe:: Remind me why he's still alive, again?

Joe Manning -> I already had the Duke. He had your job once. ::Points at Pher with the spoon:: 'Till he decided he didn't want to be had no more.

Byblos -> Pher, when you use the word take are your referring to killing or something else your in your talent spectrum

Pher -> I still want to be had. I think.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly glances up::

Pher -> :: To Byblos :: Ummm.... Something else. :: grins ::

Joe Manning -> ::Smiles over at Pher:: You mean my crew ain't havin you enough?

William Chocox -> ::hands the torch back to Troy:: Thank you.

Pher -> :: pouts :: I'm working on it. Really I am.

Troy Parson -> ::takes torch back:: You're very welcome. ::nibbles::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises; keeps reading::

Joe Manning -> Stop confusin' Byblos over there, and you'll get to it.

Pher -> :: Looks Byblos up and down. :: OK.

Byblos -> Okay who is Duke and who is Samus I need to know because, if they are Guardian scum I really need to get a blade. And yes I admit I have no idea what you are talking about.

Pher -> :: Glances at Joe with a 'you take that one' look. ::

Byblos -> ::looks to William Chocox :: I do not consider you one of them anymore

Pher -> :: smiles ::

Joe Manning -> Samus and the Qob crew go back. ::Glances at Byblos:: He sold me Qob, in fact.

William Chocox -> Haven't considered myself one of them for awhile.

Byblos -> Really? ::looks interested::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::tentatively lowers his book::

Joe Manning -> It used to be a ship in a little pirate fleet that was run by his predecessors. He claims the organization he runs now is a legit consortium of merchants and mercenaries.

Pher -> :: snorts ::

Troy Parson -> ((sorry))

Joe Manning -> That he employs Duke Redding as his right hand man tells you how authentic that claim is.

Byblos -> Duke Redding..I swear I may of heard that name when I first caught up with you all.

Joe Manning -> Yeah. ::Pokes at his porridge again. Stabs at it in fact:: Got half my crew killed in the Hydran Expanse not more than two months ago.

Joe Manning -> We go back too.

William Chocox -> ::continues eating his "toast"::

Byblos -> ::listens thinking okay Duke is probably not long for the world ::

Pher -> :: Eats some of the delicious non-black goo. Smiles ::

Byblos -> Jyke me...I'd kill someone if they did something like that to me.

Pher -> Joe is to ornery to do anything quite so quick and merciful, right?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks over at Byblos:: -Would- you kill them? Or would you take the opportunity to control them? Use them for whatever purpose you see fit?

Pher -> :: Knows that Byblos would kill them... but he is young and still learning. ::

Byblos -> Joe, look at me. Do I look like a businessman? ::flexes one of his arms:: I'm muscle not one to manipulate like a certain other Nausicaan I once knew...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::returns to his book::

Joe Manning -> ::Pokes at the porridge again, still looking at Byblos:: Death?

Pher -> ( AFK a bit )

Byblos -> Sorry to interrupt...you de.......::stops and a chill runs down his spine he noticable tenses up for a second then releases:: I prefer to think of said scum as a thing of the past I will not see again.

Byblos -> ::a bit rattled at Joe's knowledge::

Pher -> (( BAK ))

Joe Manning -> Interesting ... ::Notices the effect that name had on Byblos::

Joe Manning -> Me? I always prefer usefullness to death. ::Grin widens::

Troy Parson -> ::still not looking up:: A person can be useful without bneing...complete, though.

Byblos -> ::keeps quiet and retunrs to his pourage::

Joe Manning -> Who the hell is 'complete' anyway? Unless you're a complete ass. ::Dares a spinful of the porridge::

William Chocox -> ::starts looking at his ODRI to make sure the ship doesn't completely collapse with a "book" on the side to distract him::

Troy Parson -> ::shrugs:: Fair enough. ::nibbles toast:

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at his beeping ODRI:: Ah! Sal's all set up. Will be leaving in just a moment

Byblos -> Don't rely on your fancy devices all the time. There are those that have defeated them ::just spits out the thought and returns to his pourage::

Pher -> Sailing dead reconing still?

William Chocox -> ::finishes toast:: Am I going to be needed in Engineering than?

Joe Manning -> Still. It'll get tricky as we get closer to the cluster's center. But I'm sure Sal can manage it.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::closes book and sets it face up on the table, titled Discorsi sopra la prima deca di Tito Livio::

Joe Manning -> That's up to your boss, William

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

Ethan Neufeld -> ::straightens in seat and halts with a muscle spasm::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::notices and glances at Joe::

Joe Manning -> I'm sorry, were you expectin us to drop you off, son?

Pher -> :: Figures it is time to shut up and take ornery lessons. ::

Byblos -> ::The Nausicaan drains his pourage via bowl and finishes::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::stares blankly and then smirks:: As 'useful' as I am? Not expecting much.

Pher -> :: finishes her own as well. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Points the spoon at him:: You learn fast.

Byblos -> ::wipes mouth with arm::

Joe Manning -> I hope you can talk fast. Cause you got a lot of people in this room waitin for answers. And if they don't come fast, you can expect trouble.

Pher -> :: Smiles, in a not so reassuring way... ::

Ethan Neufeld -> Mm. ::glances at the faces around the table:: Say when.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

Feb 26

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Joe Manning -> ::Standing behind the flight station, where Sal is dropping Qob out of warp. Goes between looking over his shoulder and looking up at the main viewer::

Troy Parson -> ::on the bridge, drinking coffee::

Shane -> ::in the engine room, warily watching the main console read-outs:: Come-on you jykin' piece of qoh...

Pher -> :: Settling back at the designated security station, trying to keep track of where various life forms are, not paying much attention to the light show on the main screen ::

Byblos -> ::working on the hoverbike in the bay, noticing he forgot to remove a clasp that at one time held a barrel on the front left side of the bike::

STSF_Nickles -> :: in medical thinking if he wants to try the solution Kaara suggested before she left.::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The asteroid field appears on the viewer, with the network of conduits that is The Web making up a large blotch in the center of the screen

Pher -> Did we win the lottery? Hit one of our top ten choices of destinations?

Byblos -> Hmmm...how did I forget to remove you? ::looks at part and retrieves a plasma cutter from ihs tool kit..he places some goggles in front of his face to protect his eyes::

Joe Manning -> Only the kind of lottery that we would win. This is about one of my bottom ten choices.

Pher -> :: Smiles :: But we're here anyway?

Pher -> :: Stretches a bit ::

Joe Manning -> Don't have much in the way of alternatives ...

Joe Manning -> Aside from what Shane would no doubt suggest ... hunt down a Klingon ship, board her by force, and strip out her computer. Or just take the ship.

Pher -> That would be more exciting, I'm sure.

Byblos -> ::cuts through the old weld easily the part clanks on the cargo deck. Byblos picks it up and puts in the tool box finishing his work::

Troy Parson -> ::sips coffee:: Not to mention nearly suicidal.

Pher -> That too.

Joe Manning -> In our ship's present state, not 'nearly.'

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly shows up in the bay behind Byblos's bike::

STSF_Nickles -> ::begins to check inventory to see what needs to be gotten at the next stop::

Troy Parson -> Oh ye of little faith.

Joe Manning -> ::Reaches over Sal's shoulder and hits a comm control, hailing Andus station::

Shane -> ::mumbles as he tapps on the console: Should be taking a core from a ship. Instead we're in this ratway...

Byblos -> ::closes his tool box and looks at the bike then hears footsteps and turns around:: Hello there...whoever you are?

Pher -> :: settles back to listen in on Joe's conversation. ::

STSF_Nickles -> ::makes list:: antibiotics, Anesthetic, analgesic, Dang we went through a bunch of this stuff

Joe Manning -> ::Keeps it short and straight to business, the way they like it on Andus Station:: Class B. Clearance code Decker-Maroon-17-Maelstrom. Joe Manning.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::faintly smirks at Byblos:: Yours? ::indicating bike::

Byblos -> IT was yes. Part of my payment to join this crew . It was vastly different weeks ago, even more a year ago

Joe Manning -> ::Continues:: Be advised that because of recent battle damage we are no longer in possession of our map fragment. We request that it be transmitted directly to my data device.

Shane -> ::hears a pipe burst on the second level, curses as he turns to see the hot liquid escaping everywhere:: Pe'taQ!

Byblos -> When you need to get off Tranquility in a hurry...even a Nausicaan's bike is open for discussion.

Shane -> ::quickly re-routes the flow from the main console, then looks about for his tools:: Where the jyke...

Joe Manning -> Now we wait. Take us in and ready for docking, Sal.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow furrows:: You paid to join this crew?

STSF_Nickles -> ::continues:: Cortizone, Cordalizine, Dailizine, Epinpherine, ...

Shane -> ::growls as he can't find his plasma cutter and storms out the double engine doors, stomping to and down the stair way:: Jykin Naussy..

Byblos -> ::looks at Ethan:: Guardian heat was closing in. I had no choice.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::seems to accept that with a nod::

Joe Manning -> ::Watches the station get larger on the viewer for a few seconds before turning to Pher:: Anything interesting on TV?

Pher -> Nah.

Pher -> No impending riots that I can see.

Ethan Neufeld -> And that's why you thought I might be a Guardian?

Byblos -> But a Nausicaan Cycle of Death Hovercycle is uselessly loud for what I have a feeling the Boss will be doing with it in the future. I have been stripping it of all my...character..::looks at Ethan:: Kind of sad but we do what we do to survive

Shane -> ::stomps through the sliding doors of the cargo bay, his bionic hissing and whirring:: Byblos! Where's my jykin' plasma cutter?!

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Pher's monitor flickers a bit then shows the now familiar face of an old Klingon spouting several broken fragments of speech in his native language

Pher -> Well. Hold that. Proximity alert. Byblos and Shane in the same quadrant of the galaxy.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::calmly glances up as Shane enters::

Shane -> ::pauses as he see Ethan next to hoverbike, narrows his eyes and slows a bit as he approaches the two::

Pher -> :: Looks intently at the intermittant ::

Byblos -> Hey Shane...::looks at Ethan a second:: What do you mean yours? I just bought it at Xorax.. Now if you want to borrow it. You may.

Pher -> :: Audrey, record that.

Joe Manning -> ::Hears Pher's warning, then the old Klingon again::

Pher -> And, Audrey, try to catch any other such breaks as you can.

Byblos -> ::bends open tool kit and produces a Plasma Cutter which does not look like Shane's::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly watches exchange::

Byblos -> Got it cheap..hopefully it will not blow up in my face.

Shane -> ::stomps over and grabs the torch:: Like hell it isn't min...::stops as he realizes its not his:: Yeah, this is a piece of crap...

Joe Manning -> There's never been enough to put together for a solid translation, Pher. Just a few fragments about a prison and finishing something ... and none of our translators can translate 'Sargh'

Byblos -> HAH! You should ask William, he's been very busy with odd jobs maybe he forgot to tell you he took it.

Troy Parson -> "Sargh"? Sounds like something Klingons would eat.

Pher -> Ah. Humph. Might be close to the human Sarge.

Pher -> How many of the old Qob logs we still have?

Joe Manning -> @Andus> +Com+ Qob, you have been cleared for docking. Proceed to the lit bay doors at Pod 18 Delta. We will lock to your provided signal to transmit a map of your cleared zone.

Shane -> Jykin' kid...::tosses the torch back into the tool box, clearly flustered and annoyed::

Byblos -> ::Byblos steps back a few to look at the hoverbike:: Cannot believe it is the same one....when we left that Jking Tranquility

Ethan Neufeld -> ::follows torch as Shane throws it back in the box::

Joe Manning -> ::Lifts his ODRI and begins transmitting. Shrugs at Pher:: None. Qob's computer has been wiped a few times ... just not enough space for thirty years of data. It was last wiped when I bought the ship ...

Joe Manning -> Obviously something is still lingering in there, though.

Byblos -> ::looks to Ethan:: You noticed I offered my own to the Chief. HE can clearly rearrange your spinal column if you are not nice to him.

Pher -> You interested in it? The old stuff, I mean?

Shane -> ::looks up a the bike, narrows his eyes at it:: You use Clinger Type 4s? Kinda unusual for a street bike.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Shane on Byblos's remark:: Mm.

Shane -> And I don't want "nice", I want my jykin' torch.

Joe Manning -> ::Furrows his brow:: Never given it a second thought really. Could care less what was going on on this ship before I bought her. But now I've got to care ...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::dryly:: Clearly.

STSF_Nickles -> :: completes the list of needed Medical drugs... but then goes back to the Vulcan drug Kaara had told him about looking at the amount she left behind:: Is it enough to try it? If it works can I get more?

Joe Manning -> Unless this is something that Maxwell's little red-eyed twerp planted in the computer. But that don't seem likely. He seemed bent on fryin' the computer, not infectin' it.

Pher -> :: Smiles :: Yep.

Byblos -> Well, yeah.I did. Acceleration was a must. And Power. I had so many accessories on this machine at one time. Now she's naked and will run...pretty quiet.

Pher -> Any chance of finding a Klingon trained cyber nanny around here, or you still aiming for the secondary?

Byblos -> I used to have a leather holster for my plasma rifle on the right side of the bike. Just pull it out..if you want to drop someone...bang! Job done. Lost the weapon though.

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes head and looks over his shoulder at Pher:: I'll tell you something about Samus, Pher ...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::listening::

Shane -> ::shifts his eyes to Ethan at his remark, glaring knives, then back to Byblos:: You should have enough power left for a Dradus apparatis, without the weapons.

Pher -> In return, I won't. :: SMiles ::

STSF_Nickles -> +Joe+ Nickles to Joe,

Ethan Neufeld -> ::no visible reaction::

Joe Manning -> Ain't no way in hell he don't have every bit of data ever been wiped from Qob's computer backed up somewhere. To him, information is power in its rawest form.

Pher -> Ah....

Joe Manning -> ::Taps his ODRI:: +Nickles+ Chris

Shane -> An energy sensor would come in handy in most situations.

STSF_Nickles -> +Joe+ Joe you think there is any way we can get a replenishment of medical drugs on our next stay at the station?

Byblos -> That depends, if one can purchase one. It would be very useful for a recon mission. I imagine I would have to add some anti Glare metallic windshield of some sort...to prevent that type of electronic display from getting inteferred with.

Pher -> :: Watches Sal at work for a bit ::

Joe Manning -> +Nickles+ We can dip into the ship fund for that. Discounting private supplies, of course. Those are your business.

Pher -> :: Handles the ship less intuitively than she would, but then again he seems to know what he is doing... ::

Byblos -> Well, ::looks to Shane all of what your talking about is lighter that what was on the bike in the first place. But I have had to take some muscle out of the anti-grav.

Joe Manning -> +Nickles+ Samus' clearance gives us access to four or five of these station pods. Got to be somewhere we can secure medical supplies.

STSF_Nickles -> +joe+ Aye

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Qob slips through the bay door of Pod 18 Delta and into the asteroid's spaceous and well-lit interior

Byblos -> Errr...welll I suppose I should offer you Chief any scrap I took off the bike. You may find it useful..

STSF_Nickles -> +joe+ Joe did you say Samus?

Byblos -> ::walks over to a pile of junk with a tarp on it..revealing a lot of chrome and shiny stuff and Anti Guardian trophies::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly slips out of the bay::

Shane -> I'll keep that in mind. While we were rescuin' pods a couple weeks ago, I ripped a basic escape pod sensor array out one of Capricorns pods. Use oneof those for now.

Joe Manning -> +Nickles+ We wouldn't be at Andus station for any other reason, Chris. ::Wonders if Nickles even knew Qob was at Andus station::

Shane -> ::glances at Ethans back as he leaves, watching him for a bit with suspicion:: Check the bin in the Engine Lab.

Pher -> :: notes Ethan on the move, and no hull breach in the cargo bay yet... ::

Byblos -> Hmm..Ill have to reset the balance of the hover unit. But that should be useful. Yes it's true most of the chrome there supported the Exhaust system.

STSF_Nickles -> +Joe+ Aye Didnt know we were going to Andus, Guess I wa left out of the loop on that one.

Joe Manning -> ::Feels the ship tremor a bit as the docking arm clamps onto the airlock seal::

Byblos -> Anything I need to keep under a tarp?

Pher -> We have thump.

Byblos -> ::feels docking clamps::

Joe Manning -> +Nickles+ You been leavin' yourself out of the loop, Chris, buryin' yourself in the infirmary. Just like old times. ::Grins::

Shane -> ::feels the docking clamps attach and starts moving towards the doors:: Nah. Nothing there the Captain won't find eventually.

STSF_Nickles -> +Joe+ Feels like we have docked. I have my list together

Byblos -> Listen Shane...sorry I don't have any parts to offer you I mean your job with this Computer issue has to be ....like a hangover or something.

Joe Manning -> ::Walks over to one of the Bridge viewports and looks up, trying to see if anyone else is docked in this bay::

Shane -> ::slows without turning around:: Engine business is always a hang-over.

Byblos -> Hmmm....well best walk with ya...probably the Boss is going to lay down some ground rules

Joe Manning -> Pher, let's get everyone assembled at the airlock.

Pher -> Aye

Shane -> I'm headin' to the Engine Room to shutdown the engines. Grab you sensor array in the Lab.::exits the bay and head up the stairs towards the ERs double doors::

Joe Manning -> ::Doesn't notice any ships that he recognizes::

Byblos -> ::walks behind the foot pounding cyborg and notices one thing he still needs to purchase..:: Alloy...good Alloy...

Troy Parson -> ::looking out a viewport:: I've always thought this was an ugly station...

Pher -> :: Activates PA :: Welcome to Andus. Everybody thinking of crawling around these rocks ought to meet up at the airlock. Joe wants to talk.

Byblos -> ::does as the Chief Commands::

Shane -> ::walks through the double doors and stops at the main console, tapping away with his good hand::

Pher -> :: Clicks it off ::

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head slightly:: We'n't built to be pretty. Just to do its job as efficiently as possible. And with as much room for expansion.

Pher -> There is Ugly and there is Ugly. New Risa is pretty, but its still ugly. Andus is at least honest.

STSF_Nickles -> :: collects his list and heads for the Airlock... remember some about this place::

Byblos -> Oh kay....::retrieves part and then wanders to the Engineering Bin::

Shane -> ::looks up as shut-down programs initiate and the loud roar of the warp engine starts to wind down::

Pher -> :: Ready to move with Joe ::

Troy Parson -> I still think this place could do with some green. Or maybe a nice mural.

Pher -> You could volunteer. Can you draw in a vac suit?

Byblos -> ::looks inside Shane 's Engineering Bin as he directed::

Joe Manning -> ::Grins and moves away from the viewport to join the others at the Bridge entrance::

Shane -> Lets get Bybs. Don't want XO Greenskin gettin on our backs. ::turns and walks back through the double doors, heading for the airlock::

Pher -> And do you do nose art? I always thought the Qob needed a flashy nude on the nose.

Byblos -> Okay I'll visit this later...::huries around the corner to the Airlock area behind Shane::

Joe Manning -> Now there's a thought. It's certainly give any raiders we come across pause.

Troy Parson -> ::thinks:: Well, now that you meantion it, I'm not half bad with a power torch...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::already waiting nearby the airlock::

Pher -> I'll model it for you.

Troy Parson -> Sounds like a plan.

Byblos -> ::shows up at the airlock behind everyone else keeping an eye on the mysterious Ethan..who is partially eclipsed by Shane's bulk::

STSF_Nickles -> :: makes his way to the airlock::

Joe Manning -> Green on green, Pher? Wouldn't stand out much. ::Smirks::

Shane -> ::stomps up behind Ethan and crosses to the other side of the wide corridor::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watches the characters arrive::

Pher -> Hmm. We'll have to think of something.

Byblos -> What's up Boss?

Joe Manning -> And we ain't paintin' the ship pink. Still can't figure out where that runnin' joke came from.

Shane -> ((lol))

Pher -> Why not? It would solve the contrast problem!

Troy Parson -> ((brb, must remove soda from nose))

Joe Manning -> ::Approaches the airlock with Pher and Troy::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::keeps his back to the bulkhead::

Shane -> ::turns to see the three others approach::

Joe Manning -> Ah, Ethan. Come to see the fruits of Andorian industriousness have you?

Shane -> ::mumbles to himself at the mention of Andorians:: Filthy blue pe'taQs...

Ethan Neufeld -> That depends on the Qob's Captain.

Byblos -> ::makes a note not to discuss Andorians with Shane::

STSF_Nickles -> Hey Joe has this place changed much?

Joe Manning -> Well, I'll look that character up and get back to you ...

Ethan Neufeld -> ::mild smirk::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Nickles:: I'm sure a pod or ten has been added to the station since we been gone. But I'm sure Samus' neck of the woods ain't changed much.

Joe Manning -> ::Noticing that about everyone is here. Clears his throat:: Gentlemen. Lady. ::Glances at Pher::

Shane -> ::looks to Joe::

STSF_Nickles -> ::nods to Joe and gives him his full attention::

Pher -> :: Waits for a 'That's not a Lady... joke.' ::

Joe Manning -> For some of you, this may be your first time on Andus. It's definitely your first time here with me ...

Byblos -> ::listens::

Joe Manning -> I can't stress enough the need to behave. ::Finds his eyes straying over both Shane and Byblos with that remark::

Shane -> ::stays silent::

Byblos -> Guardians?

STSF_Nickles -> ::follows Joes gaze to Byblos and Shane::

Joe Manning -> We don't have to worry about Andorians ... unless one of you creates a very large ruckus ... which I'm sure you're capable of doin if you put your mind to it ...

Joe Manning -> And we don't have to worry about Guardians. The Andorians keep them at several arms' length.

Byblos -> Good.

Troy Parson -> I sense a "however" coming.

Joe Manning -> We'll be restricted to a small part of the station run by a ... friend of mine. ... associate really. We are his guests, and I expect you to be courteous guests.

Pher -> :: Thinks how easy it would be to get well withing arm's length of the biggest problem... ::

Joe Manning -> Let me emphasize nothing more strongly than this ...

Pher -> * within

Joe Manning -> Do -not- ... and I mean -do- ... -not- ... stray out of the restricted area.

Joe Manning -> Whoever's running this whole station, Andorians or otherwise, can get righteously furious in a right hurry.

STSF_Nickles -> ::nods in agreence:::

Joe Manning -> Aside from that golden rule ... just don't give our gracious host reason to get -too- annoyed at us. ::Grins::

Pher -> :: Puts on her echo of wrath face for a bit. ::

Joe Manning -> If you've got any data devices ... ::Raises his ODRI arm and taps:: I can transmit a map to the areas where we're cleared to roam.

Byblos -> ::notes Pher put on a face then turns to the Boss again::

Joe Manning -> Pher, if you'd please? ::Nods to the airlock::

Byblos -> Byblos checks his COMM

Pher -> :: Dips a mini courtsy, and raises her wrist. :: Audrey. Open the lock, please.

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow, activates the holoscreen on his ODRI to accpet the map packet and establish a link to whats left of Qobs computer core::

[Action] Byblos -> checks his stunner

Shane -> accept*

Pher -> And Audrey, if you can pick up Joes station map, I'd appreciate it.

Joe Manning -> ::Smiles at Pher and motions through the airlock:: Lead the way, my dear

Pher -> :: Struts, stops if there are any security types present to hit a few poses. ::

Pher -> :: Blows them a kiss, and sets off with a little more hip action than absolutely necessary. ::

Pher -> :: Figures that if they have enough attention span left to focus on any of the others, they aren't male enough. ::

Byblos -> ::pondersi if a greeter is present::

STSF_Nickles -> :: sighs watching Pher ead the way and the hip action still addicted to her pheromones::

Shane -> ::stomps through the airlock hatchs, his arm whirring and whining as usual::

Joe Manning -> ::Waits to take up the rear of the group::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Joe waiting; then inclines his head and moves out just ahead of him::

Byblos -> Boss...you sure you don't want anyone on the ship? Last time's unfortunate incident is in my mind.

Pher -> :: Hesitates at the first junction, trying to figure out who the biggest real headache really is. ::

Troy Parson -> ::heads out into the station, reaching into a pocket for a cigarette::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The guards in the docking arm corridor glance a bit more at Pher than they're probably supposed to. But they're just standing guard, not aiming to stop the group

Shane -> ::raises his ODRI as he speaks over his shoulder to Byblos:: We've got links to the internal sensors on these. Anyone steps aboard, we'll know.

Pher -> :: The Duke would be the real headache, but he'd be a threat of opportunity. ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly studies guards, corridor, strolling with his hands in his pockets::

Byblos -> Okay Chief, ::looks at the Boss and nods and proceeds::

Joe Manning -> Guard> ::Receives something through his earset and looks at Pher:: Ma'am ... ::Can't help glancing over her quickly:: Uh ... straight ahead ... ::Points to the door opposite the docking arm::

Ethan Neufeld -> (magic edit: left hand in his pocket^)

STSF_Nickles -> :: moves up to Pher:: Which way Gal

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The corridor at this point is a docking ring, running around the perimeter of the spaceous docking bay at the asteroid's center

Pher -> :: Evaluates the guard as if wondering what he looks like under the uniform, then follows the direction he is pointing. ::

Byblos -> Well given we are all lined up in a row we are vulnerable to a weapons spray..Those ODRIs I hope they keep working.

Pher -> :: Smiles at Chris, the pointing guard, then 'straight ahead.' ::

Joe Manning -> I hope you ain't puttin' together an itinerary of the malefolk already, Pher.

STSF_Nickles -> ::moves With PHer::

Pher -> No need, Joe. I have arrived. The itinerary will take care of itself. :: Smiles at Chris and Joe ::

Shane -> ::pauses, letting the others pass until Joe approaches him:: Cap'n, I'd like to be kept in the loop on the computer core.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::brow rises at conversation::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The door ahead leads to a large lounge area, decorated nicely with plastic plants and sparkling fountains. It is empty save for one man

Pher -> Do you think you want Shamus more than he'll want me?

Byblos -> ::walks by guards notes a door opening ahead::

STSF_Nickles -> Hey now I dont like sharing to much now.

Pher -> :: Meets the eyes of that one man. ::

Joe Manning -> You're the chief, Shane. Of course you'll be. We need you to work on the core.

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Turns to face the group. A handsome man in his late twenties with dark hair and green eyes. He smiles at the group::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly studying the man and the lounge as they enter::

Pher -> :: Such a wonderful eye color... ::

Shane -> ::continues walking:: I just ain't fond of surprises on the job...

Byblos -> ::notes the crib::

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks up seeing Samus:: Long time no see

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Holds his arms out at his sides:: Fantastic! My good friends from the starship Qob have paid me another visit. It's been far too long.

Joe Manning -> ::Hangs back and watches Samus with a flat expression on his face::

Pher -> Charmed. :: Looking at Joe, decides there is a need for a token good cop. ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::observes Samus's greeting and Joe's reaction to Samus::

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Nods at Nickles:: Chris. A familiar face. ::Looks at Troy:: And Mr. Parson. Still hitching a ride aboard the green giant, looking for better opportunities?

Troy Parson -> ::frowns:: Still.

Shane -> ::pauses and looks around before focusing on the young looking man, expressionless::

STSF_Nickles -> Better here than in hiding... right??

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Laughs:: Some new faces too? ::Takes stock of the large Nausicaan and the bionic-armed man:: As colorful as ever.

STSF_Nickles -> Of course.

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Approaches the group and holds an arm out to Pher, smiling wider::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watching quietly::

Byblos -> ::notes PHer could probably tackle this guy if he did anything sh e did not like::

Joe Manning -> Samus> And my favorite of all.

STSF_Nickles -> :: steps next tp Pher::

STSF_Nickles -> :: noticably Jealous::

Pher -> :: Folds herself gently in place, gives a gentle kiss that doesn't promise all that much, and hopes Chris doesn't open up with a second one to his kisser. ::

Joe Manning -> Samus> ::Has noticed Nickles' reaction. A good deal else about the group as well. Locks his eyes on Joe's, still grinning and holding Pher::

Shane -> ::rolls his eyes at Chris's move::

Pher -> :: After all those lectures about not starting trouble, feels too much like the reason the riot started. ::

STSF_Nickles -> Not to friendly there

Joe Manning -> ::Stares back at Samus, frowning::

Byblos -> ::stands near enterance to luxury room taking in the view...greetings::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly sighs::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

Mar 4

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly lounging on one of those sofas; observing::

William Chocox -> ::sitting on a sofa reading a novel on a PADD::

Joe Manning -> ::Smoking one of the cheap cigars from Gaia Prime, courtesy of the Palace::

Byblos -> ::lying in a hot tub with water jets on a therapuetic setting::

Troy Parson -> ::lying on a massage table, being massaged:: Ahh, yes, that's the spot, dear.

Joe Manning -> ::Looking out one of the massive glass-steel windows that surrounds the common room, at the rest of Andus station and the ships weaving through the asteroid field::

Shane -> ::walks into the common area having just exited the sauna, dressed in a giant white bathrobe with the arm torn out for his bionic::

Pher -> :: Goes over to the hunk to see if he knows what he is doing. ::

Pher -> :: Don't usually find a really good massage this far from New Risa. ::

Byblos -> Darn...this feels good.

Joe Manning -> ::Remembers the station being a lot smaller the first time he came here::

STSF_Nickles -> ::walks over to the hot tub:: Care if I join you Byblos? I see its on theraputic level.

Shane -> ::speaking to his ODRI::...I don't jykin care, just get it sent to Dock 35. ::cuts the link and stomps to his room::

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) Aye lady what type of massage can I do for you.

Byblos -> Oh eh heh Chris...It's a bit hot...I dont know what human tolerance is.

Joe Manning -> ::Turns to look at the crew and sees a Nausicaan in a hot tub and Shane in a bath robe::

Byblos -> Go ahead.

Pher -> Start it out gentle, my fellow. Ad-lib.

William Chocox -> ((And a partridge in a pear treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::staring in Joe's general direction::

Shane -> ::as he unlocks his door, glances at Joe staring:: What?

STSF_Nickles -> :: tests the water:: It is a bit hot but I can handle it for a short time.

Byblos -> I guess that is why the call it a hot tub! Hah! ::chortles::

Joe Manning -> ::Bites the cigar:: <m> Not here a day, and he's already made 'em soft and friendly.

Pher -> :: slips off a few things ::

Joe Manning -> ::Pulls the cigar out of his mouth and looks at Shane:: Just wonderin' how far along you were on that list of supplies we need.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) Lie down face up face up my dear and Ill take care of you

Byblos -> Oh this is what I needed...Uh Chris, pardon me for asking but do you have a ..like Doctor of Medicine or something. Or did you get out of the federation before the universitys started burning PADDs

Shane -> Jykin hell he has. ::types at the holoscreen on his ODRI:: Here's what I got so far.

STSF_Nickles -> )Hunk) ::Ill slip ou let me know when your ready unless you dont mind me staying

Pher -> Hmm. I'm okay.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::exhales and stands; gradually makes his way to a window::

STSF_Nickles -> I have a doctrine

Byblos -> So..I should call you....

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) Shall I stay or leave

Shane -> Its been difficult to get repair equipment for the targeting system on the bridge, I had to go through a contact in another section.

Pher -> Settles down, thinking the Hunk's doctrine might be more unusual than Chris's.

Joe Manning -> Add it to the pool. We'll hand the list off to ... ::Waves in William's direction:: Will. He's the new guy.

STSF_Nickles -> Call me? Is there a problem?

Pher -> Stay.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) ::grins watching the lady lie down::

Pher -> (The wnd line up should have been in colons)

Byblos -> No I meant like that Dr. Phantos guy..he was a Doc...if you are a Doc...I should call you Doc Chris right...

William Chocox -> ::looks up from his PADD:: What?

Shane -> ::looks over to Will on the sofa and nods:: Fine by me.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks down at William on the sofa:: You'll be handling the shopping.

STSF_Nickles -> If you wish you can. I am a doctor.

Byblos -> Well, ::looks around:: this is not the time to talk crewmember health...no privacy.

Pher -> :: Lies down. Wonders if Joe really wants to do business? ::

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk)::Let me know when your ready dear lady.

Shane -> ::taps at his ODRI screen, sending a packet to Will's:: There's the list. I've already got the target component coming this way.

Pher -> Always ready.

STSF_Nickles -> I see :: settles down with the jets hitting him in the back:: OHH this hits the spot.

William Chocox -> ::looks at the list:: Gotcha. Anything keeping me here or can I go shopping?

Byblos -> Well, Shane already knows..and I think Pher knows...::said a bit quietly:: I got a back problem.

Joe Manning -> No rush. I imagine we'll be here a few days. Finish your book. Or grab a massage ... or take over for the guy givin' Pher one.

Shane -> ::grunts and enters his room, slamming the door behind him::

STSF_Nickles -> HUnk) ::grins:: OK Dear. :: moves to sit on a stool near her head and slides his hands ubder her back ans slowly pulls them back towards her head with his fingertips rubbing along her spind::

William Chocox -> Ok than. ::looks back at his book::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::apparently intently studying the base through the window::

Joe Manning -> ::Sighs and looks over at Pher:: Sorry to break it to you, but he chose the book.

STSF_Nickles -> I see. Then its a good thing your taking advantage of the shot tub, Now the best thing would be to follow it up with a 20 minute slow swim in a pool, then come back for another 20 in he hot tub.

Pher -> Book? Ahh... Then I'd best give him a chance. Audrey, safeties full, if you could.

Ethan Neufeld -> (Shot tub. The ice is free.)

Pher -> Book, indeed.

Byblos -> Think we will have that option much on Qob? I mean I will try to do it here.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) ::repeats the process a few times each time moving slightly out further from her spine:: How the pressure Dear?

Pher -> Work it up slow but sure.

Byblos -> (there ya go Willliam take that hunk's spot can him!!!)

Byblos -> Listen..Doc Chris, I probably ought to show you the problem...::said quietly:: but so many people in here...I lose a rep..maybe my job.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) will do :: slides his hands down her back once more appling a bit more pressure.

Joe Manning -> ::To William:: Just so Pher knows what she's up against, what are you readin'?

STSF_Nickles -> I under stand. Just come visit me in medical and we will see what needs to be done

Byblos -> If anything can be done. Been two years since I took the hit.

Pher -> :: Hopes he doesn't need to be micromanaged too much ::

Byblos -> Just live with the Pain...or get in a fight with our Chief Engineer who has the magical toss to get the vertabrae to Pop! hah!

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) :: places his hand under the crown of Phers head and slightly turns her head to the left and rubs his fingers up and down her neck finding the trigger points and then applies pressure to to to coax them to release::

STSF_Nickles -> I see. Could be as little as a vertibrea twisted and locked,

Shane -> ::comes back out of his room dressed in his usual garb; a hunter's green muscle shirt, a pair of grey cargo pants and black boots::

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) Its the pressure alright? :: presses a bit harder::

Byblos -> ::moves around in hot tub to get his.....XXXXL length bath robe:: Probably fused..not by choice.

William Chocox -> ::without looking up:: Fantasy from the 20th century. Tolkien's Lord of the Rings.

Shane -> ::with a sigh, closes the ODRI he was looking at and takes a seat on Will's sofa, ignoring the creaking and complaining it gave off::

Shane -> gives*

Joe Manning -> Fantasy? ::Tosses his spent cigar into a nearby trash dispenser:: Not my thing. Too much in the real world to occupy my mind.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::without looking away from the window:: Good book.

William Chocox -> Sometimes it's fun to escape from the real world.

Troy Parson -> ::has never heard of that book, but doesn't bother to say anything::

STSF_Nickles -> We will check it out :: grabs his robe and exits the hottub:: Getting a bit hot now.

Shane -> Got another one of those Cap? ::indicates the cigar::

STSF_Nickles -> Nice whole there Byblos

Joe Manning -> ::Motions to a flat box on the table between the sofas::

William Chocox -> Book fan Ethan?

Byblos -> ::gets out of tub quickly putting on bath robe:: Okay folks I have the Robe on....you can remove your shields there.....::looks to Doc Chris and turns towards the exit room::

Shane -> ::points to the box:: Pass me one of those, Will.

Ethan Neufeld -> Read a bit.

Joe Manning -> Don't expect to enjoy it. Samus keeps the good ones for himself.

Byblos -> ::quickly gets into "personal changing room"? ::

William Chocox -> ::reaches over:: Here you go.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::briefly glances at cigars and those smoking them::

Shane -> Figures. Better than nothin. ::takes the cigar and produces a light out of his pockets, biting the tip off and holding it to the flame::

Byblos -> ::changing::

William Chocox -> ((brb))

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Troy and then returns attention to window::

William Chocox -> ((back))

Troy Parson -> ::occasionally glances up to keep track of what the others are doing::

Pher -> :: Makes encouraging noises ::

William Chocox -> Anything interesting out the window Ethan?

Shane -> ::looks at Ethan and stares a bit, eyes narrowing slightly::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at the chronometer and tries to make an estimate of how long Samus will make him wait, based on past experiences and the odd tension he appeared to be carrying himself with earlier::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::considers, answering dryly:: It's a view.

Byblos -> ::enters main room in his newer looking garb purchased, leather pants of some sort....long sleeve vest and a sword sheath (unoccupied) , stunner and COMM:: Okay ready for business.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::glances at Byblos's entrance::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::notices Shane's stare and returns it eye-for-an-eye::

Byblos -> ::walks over to Joe:: Thank goodness for new threads! Hah! ::chortles and walks over to the BOSS::

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Byblos as he approaches:: That thing your people got against fightin' Klingons. That don't apply to Orions, does it?

Shane -> ::holds the stare for a bit, then looks back to Joe at his question to Byblos::

Byblos -> Suprised you know about that Boss, then again..you may of had an occassion to see a Nausicaan decline to fight a Klingon. Orions? Male ones I assume. They are big. But not necessarily bright. Of course that is what they say of my people! Hah!

Shane -> ((Gah! WHat do we do?!))

Shane -> ((::starts hyper-ventilating::))

Ethan Neufeld -> ((::hands Shane a paper bag::))

Byblos -> ( I did not mean to scare him!)

Shane -> ((::grabs the bag and starts puffing into it::))

Joe Manning -> (( sorry about that ... ))

Joe Manning -> (( Shane's line about looking at me and Byblos was the last thing I saw ))

Shane -> ((I'm ok! I'm ok!))

Byblos -> Suprised you know about that Boss, then again..you may of had an occassion to see a Nausicaan decline to fight a Klingon. Orions? Male ones I assume. They are big. But not necessarily bright. Of course that is what they say of my people! Hah! (repost)

Byblos -> Nah I don't mind killing them.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks squarely at Byblos:: And you won't back down if you're challenged by one? Or if someone on the crew is attacked?

Pher -> Anyone who's big seems to earn a not bright tag. Not *always* true...

Byblos -> An Orion?

Shane -> Damn right it ain't...

Joe Manning -> An Orion.

Pher -> A bigger and meaner one then me, even?

Pher -> :: Not feeling very mean at the moment. ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::smirks faintly::

Byblos -> ::looks at Stunner back to Joe:: I will hold em off the best I can. If I can get my new blade forged..I'll give you a liimb.

STSF_Nickles -> HUnk) :: continues working on Phers neck::

Pher -> Ah... Thanks. I've been a bit stiff necked lately...

Ethan Neufeld -> ((::chokes::))

Joe Manning -> Andus Station is the place to go to get a weapon. And you been paid recently.

Byblos -> ::Byblos stands close to the Boss folding his arms:: In the back of your mind your thinking what if a Klingon made a move on you.

Shane -> No need Bybs, yours is in my room.::indicates with a nod of his head::

Joe Manning -> I suggest you get yourself armed as best you can as quickly as you can. And as long as we're on this station, I want you to know where everyone on my crew is at all times ... and to be ready to come to their aid at a moment's notice.

Ethan Neufeld -> You except trouble, Captain?

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) :: turns her neck to the other side and works it::

Ethan Neufeld -> expect^

Joe Manning -> Not a Klingon. An Orion. We'll discuss that another time. ::Pointed look at Byblos::

Pher -> Shane? Were you working something for Byblos?

Joe Manning -> ::Turns to look at Ethan:: On this station, I've come to expect trouble ...

Byblos -> Sir, I lack an ODRI which will not keep everyone's position accounted for. I do the best with what Pher...gave me...this COMM

Byblos -> Shane what are you talking about. My Blade broke in two on Vestibul....

Joe Manning -> ::Glances back at Byblos:: Then don't allow anyone to leave this suite until you approve of it. In fact, you may want to insist on escorts.

Shane -> ::to Pher:: Yeah, thats what I was sayin. ::stands to the sofa's relief and stomps into his room::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watches the sudden activity as Shane stomps off::

Pher -> :: Smiles :: I think you'll like this.

William Chocox -> ::sudden shift in the sofa:: OOF!

Byblos -> Our own crew escorts..teams of two....::walks away from Joe..and wonders what the heck Shane was talking about::

Pher -> I'd agree with the call for more ODRIs or tricorders for security folk. I really don't like to lend Audrey out.

Shane -> ::re-enters the common room with a strange, large cutlass handle missing the blade and covered in electronics:: Here.

Byblos -> Shane...My sword broke in two on Vestibule...I haven't had time to ...make a new one.

Pher -> "Mine," she says, greedily.

Byblos -> ::stunned as he looks at what shane holds:: Good +Nausicaan swear+

Joe Manning -> Not sure if you can find a tricorder cheap enough to go with the sword, but you can try.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) :: slightly pulls on Phers head allowing her vertibrea to release in her neck:: ::looks like hes trying to pull her head off by anyone looking at them::

Pher -> :: Watches Byblos ::

William Chocox -> ::looking up from his book:: I am kinda fond of my ODRI as well. ::stares at Troy::

Shane -> ::holds out the handle and slides an activater, bringing a blue glowing blade to life::

Pher -> :: Mellow at the moment, has to admit to herself that Shane might be good for something. ::

Byblos -> What the ...heck...is....that?

Byblos -> ::never seen anything like that before stunned yet amazed::

Pher -> Kindly don't test it against the outer walls of the station. Please?

Shane -> Its a jykin' force blade, you idiot. Have you ever been on a minin' op?

Byblos -> Nausicaans and Mines Shane...the height issue?

Shane -> ::gives Pher a look::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Shane:: Force blades have drawbacks. I recommend you find a standard blade to go along with it.

Byblos -> ::still looks at the blade wow..I need to read up on this baby::

Byblos -> Wow I need to read up on this..type of blade...may I?

Ethan Neufeld -> ::watching Byblos's new blade as he moves up next to Joe:: How long do you think we'll be here?

Pher -> :: Smiles at Shane, too mellow to glare back ::

Byblos -> ::ectends hand::

Joe Manning -> ::Turns away to let Shane and Byblos 'bond' and looks at Ethan::

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) :: allows her head to rest on the cot and moves around to her arms massaging them gently looking for trigger::

Joe Manning -> Long. Samus is nervous about something. I'm not sure what yet.

Shane -> They have drawbacks, but they behave just like a real blade. Only with a molecular edge.

Pher -> Chris getting possessive?

Byblos -> ::grabs blade...feeling how light it is...:: Amazing...I wonder how it cuts.....I don't know what to give you in Payment Shane...uh..

STSF_Nickles -> Am I doing what Doll? ::hearing his voice while getting a massage of his own::

Shane -> ::tapps the flat of the blade, watching it fizzle:: This thing drains power packs like a doozy, so don't leave it on.

Ethan Neufeld -> How long are we going to stay overall? You still have that vial I need to deliver.

Byblos -> Okay..looks like a switch hear at the guard...::switches it off::

Pher -> Are you making Samus nervous by coming too quickly to my side last meeting?

Joe Manning -> ::Moves closer to the window, motioning Ethan to follow:: I have a feelin' it's out of my hands how long we stay here ... for the time being ...

Byblos -> uh...Thanks man...I haven't had a human do something like this for me.....I will pay you back some day.

STSF_Nickles -> Hunk) :: gently pulls Phers fingers apart gently rubbing and turning each::

Joe Manning -> But as to that, I haven't changed my mind. ::Shakes head:: I'm not lettin' that vial get delivered to someone if I don't know who it is.

STSF_Nickles -> I could be. He better leave you alone

Shane -> You better. It takes Klin...

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