USS Republic - August 20 2012

[Capt Rian Kwai 0]

STSF_BluRox -> The crew is currently undergoing a covert stealth operation, requiring those assigned to make their way to various locations, find the clues to lead them to the next stage of the mission, all without revealing true identities or affiliations. Anyone caught would be disavowed and even more importantly, not acknowledged as a member of StarFleet. Blatantly illegal actions are NOT an option. Crew members are allowed one carry all bag, no SF issued weapons, no more than one strip of latium and no identity papers. All teams are currently en route to Starbase 214 either via SF ship or personal shuttle. From there, they must find alternative transportation to Minos Korva.

 

STSF_BluRox -> BEGIN SIM

STSF_BluRox -> BEGIN SIM

STSF_BluRox -> (And Bardolph wrote a log if you missed it)

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::on the Orlando, packing her things in preparation for their arrival to SB 214::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Team Robinson is still in route::

Christina_Nickles -> $ Have you ever done anything like this before Kasuga?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() We there yet?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::made sure to bring chocolate for the Wife®.::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Nope, not me. Have you?

Christina_Nickles -> $No I was hoping you had.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Oh yes, yes we got there an hour ago I just didn't want to tell you. I've been flying in circles around the starbase.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::makes a face::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() lets hurry!

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Getting her stuff together as well ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() We are almost there dear.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Double checks Will's bag for Fed weapons::

Grace Period>::a tall, dark haired beauty watches the incoming traffic of patrons from her cafe location, searching for those whom she's to contact::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::is bringing no phasers or explosives of any kind::

Christina_Nickles -> $:: checking over her things:: What about you Heather?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::and since she has looked in that bag for weapons 10 times now, it is no longer considered 'double' checking::

Heather Jamieson -> $ There are some flights toward that sector, but they would make the last leg of the journey quite long.

Heather Jamieson -> $ Oh, me doing this? No. Family on Caldos remained planet bound for the most part.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ If we could find a ship that's at least headed towards Betazed then we'd be good.

Christina_Nickles -> $How Long?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $But then I don't know what kind of traffic frequents this part of space.

 

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() So what is our names going to be for the duration of our adventure?

Tory Knight -> & ::in the pub aboard the station, making a connection::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Probably on the order of a week.. only slow transportation. And hard to time...

Heather Jamieson -> $ Wonder if we could 'borrow' transportation..

Christina_Nickles -> $Wouldn’t that just get us caught all the faster?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#^&*() we need fake names?

Ayumu Kasuga -> @Yes, and I also recall that illegal actions were not permitted for this mission

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Clearly.

Tory Knight -> & ::clad in a fitted, black high-collar tunic and matching pants, hair pinned up::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Bah.. sounds like we would get caught eventually.

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: Blu sends out mission information to those coordinating the clues to the next part of the mission

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I will be Wanda

Heather Jamieson -> (Will is Cosmo)

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() You don’t look like a Wanda

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ I recommend tra.. ::her PADD beeps with new information from the Admiral::

Tory Knight -> & ::looks up in the mirror behind the bar, watching as a broad shouldered man enters, capped with sandy blonde hair::

 

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() you look like a jerk

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Grabs her bag as they land::

Grace Period>::spotting one of her groupings at that bar across from her position, glances at her chrono, wondering where the other two groupings are::

Christina_Nickles -> $We should be getting close to the station

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() What's a good name for a jerk?

Tory Knight -> & ::gives a smirk as he catches her eye in the mirror, weaving his way through the patrons to join her::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() Will

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() What else?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Perhaps we can beam over to a nearby planet and find transportation there?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() Doug Deeph

Heather Jamieson -> $ What is it Ayumu?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $If we can't find anyone on the station headed our way

STSF_BluRox -> ::Transfers the list of items to be secured and set up at the next 3 locations to test skills, endurance, hand-eye coordination and problem solving

Ayumu Kasuga -> $New information from the Admiral.

Heather Jamieson -> $ Yes, and should try to find non-Federation transport. Klingon? :: shivers ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::sighs:: Fine...Wanda.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I will be Emma Loon

STSF_BluRox -> (that was not to you Ayumu)

Ayumu Kasuga -> $I'd prefer a nice clean Vulcan ship, but beggars can't be choosers.

Tory Knight -> & ::watches as the guy seats himself:: James. What a pleasant surprise.

STSF_BluRox -> (not sending you the answers! Nice try though)

 

Tory Knight -> James> Tol' you not t'call me that. ::grimaces::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Programs the shuttle to auto return to the Ship:: out

Grace Period>::gets up, palming the small data chip as she walks over to the bar::

Tory Knight -> & ::grins:: I'm sorry... *Jamie*. Or would "Clark" be better?

Heather Jamieson -> $ What planet is SB 214 close to?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Though since we only have three strips of latinum among us, getting a ride might be hard.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Don' matter. At least I answer to both o'those.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Pushes him out of the Shuttle:: Come on!!

Heather Jamieson -> $ Yeah, a ride that keeps us alive.

Grace Period>::approaches the bar a seat or so beside her target, waving down the bar tender::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::grabs his bag on the way out::

Tory Knight -> James> Haven't answered to *James* since Eton.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::checks her map: It's close to Penthara.. I'd say the closest major planet would be Talar, but that's outside UFP boundaries

Tory Knight -> James> ::grumbles as he waves to the bartender for a drink::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::watches the shuttle leave, enters the station::

Tory Knight -> & ::smirking, knowing she's picked a bone::

Heather Jamieson -> $ How friendly? :: looks to Ayumu and Christina ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Not a good option for three women

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Talarian society is patriarchal, and women are still considered lower class.

 

Grace Period>::grins, taking her drink, then waves to a random stranger across the bar as if she knows them::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Great :: frowns ::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Enters the Bar, glances at Will::::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::reaching into the inside pocket of his tunic, withdrawing a small packet:: Julie sent this, with regards. Said he was sorry he couldn't, ah, deliver himself.... and I pointedly ignored the innuendo.

Christina_Nickles -> $::listening to the other 2::

Christina_Nickles -> $I’m getting to like this less and less the more the two of you talk

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I hope we have time for a few drinks. That always goes well.

Tory Knight -> & ::picking up the packet, peering into the envelope, seeing the things she needed:: Brilliant. ::leans on Jamie's shoulder:: I could...give you a message to take back to him.

Grace Period>::begins to head over to her "friend", bumping into "James" and spilling her drink slightly as a cover for slipping the data chip into Tory's pocket during the chaos that created:: Oooh, I'm so sorry about that.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::jumps:: Son of a...!

Tory Knight -> Jamie> You are seriously endangering my calm!

 

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() {w} didn't we learn a very good lesson about drinking?

Heather Jamieson -> $ I'm not liking it any better than you, believe me.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::blotting down the front of his shirt, scowling at Grace and Tory::

Grace Period> ::takes a napkin brushing him off:: I'm so sorry, amigo. Here, let me buy you another round, hmmm? ::waves the bartender, then slips away::

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Continues to pack ::

STSF_BluRox -> CO> ::sighs, wondering if any of them will actually make it to the rendevou site, without getting caught::

Christina_Nickles -> $OK What’s next.

STSF_BluRox -> (I hate doing academy before my sims)

Tory Knight -> & ::looks to Grace's retreating form, narrowing her eyes::

Grace Period>::out of breath as she rushes up to Will and Jax:: I'm so sorry I'm late. I just about tripped over my feet and...oopsy. You're not who I was looking for. I thought you were someone else.

Heather Jamieson -> $ Good off the boat whenever it docks and getting on the station, getting our bearings, asking questions... get a list of ships docks and departure times.

Tory Knight -> & ::turns back to the bar, slipping her hands into her pockets... her fingers brush the chip, and she gives a flicker of a smirk::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::dried off, back on his barstool:: An' what are you grinnin' about?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Sure.. ::looks up ship traffic for the station::

August Jax Robinson -> ç√!@#$%^&*() I we are those someone’s else

Tory Knight -> & Hm? Oh, just thinking how attractive you are when you're angry... ::smirking more as she leans in, brushing the bristly hair at the base of his neck:: ::in his ear:: Play along.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Finishes packing, angrily stuffing something in ::

 

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::clears his throat:: Right. Okay... Jules ain't gonna shoot me for this, will he?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() :::Smiles at Grace:: you have something

Heather Jamieson -> $ Are we all ready? :: Looking both of them up and down ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Yep, let's go.

Tory Knight -> & ::drops her fingers to his, intertwining them as she tugs him away from the barstool:: All in the line of duty. If anyone understands that, it's Julian.

Grace Period> I have something? ::curious expression:: Something between my teeth? Mind if I borrow your napkin?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() You look like one of my Ex-girlfriends.

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: Sends orders to activate the next obstacle...

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Lets Ayumu take point, then Christina with Heather taking up the rear ::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::tosses a chip onto the bar as he's led out::

Christina_Nickles -> $Yep

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::notes she's also dressed a little differently than normal::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::leaves their quarters and heads towards the lift::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Hands over her napkin::

Christina_Nickles -> $:: follows Ayumu::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Jules owes me *big* time... ::muttering::

Tory Knight -> & ::leading the way back to the quarters she's sharing with her teammates::

Heather Jamieson -> $ We look like the children of Lursa and Betor...no offense. There better be a hot bath at the end of this adventure.

 

Grace Period>Oh thank you. ::brushes off the rest of the liquid off her outfit:: That brute over there just...well, he spilled his drink all over me. ::she hands back the napkin with the chip in it:: Thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have bothered you, I'll be going now, tootles!

Tory Knight -> & ::keying the lock, and entering, making sure the door closes behind her::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Heh, hope so.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Enters a lift with the others ::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Grips the chip:::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::exits the lift and heads to the gangway leading into the station::

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Looks all around at everything and everyone ::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::enters behind her, and is shoved against the bulkhead just to the other side of the door as she closes the doors::

Grace Period>::flitters on out, has one final drop to make but checking her chrono thinks she still has time for a few errands::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $I suppose for this mission, we'd better assume a diffent identity?

STSF_BluRox -> ACTION: Starbase security get a message that a few of Republic's crew members might have not returned to their ship, after seeing that the prisoners aboard the Orlando had been delivered to the station

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::leans over to Jax and kisses her on the cheek:: You need to work on your subtlety.

Tory Knight -> & ::moves to the terminal on the coffee table, keying a sequence:: We're safe to talk.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Woman, I don' wanna know what you're up to, but... what the frell are you up to?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Takes Will's arm tightly::: you need to work on blending in

Tory Knight -> & ::shakes her head:: Nothing personal, Clark -- it really is work. That packet you delivered will be perfect for the next jaunt.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Knew there was a reason I didn't look in the bag...

 

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::enters the station, and heads to the pub since that might be the likeliest place to find a ride::

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: moves up to Ayumu :: (w) if the normal booking channels don't work, we should hit up the bar.

Christina_Nickles -> $anyone have any ideas?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Well lets go find a quiet corner and figure out which bar we will be visiting next.

Christina_Nickles -> $As far as other Ids. Or just come up with something

Ayumu Kasuga -> $(m) I agree. Let's find a terminal and see what ships are travelling towards Minos Korva

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I think they have a Champagne room, no readers or ears in those'

Grace Period>::bumps into Nickles on her way out of the bar, again slipping something into her pocket as she goes, but making such a fuss that no one would notice:: Hey! Watch were you're going!

Christina_Nickles -> $Im sorry I didn’t see you there

Christina_Nickles -> $Dang they are nasty here

Heather Jamieson -> # :: huddled close to the other two :: The Argus Array is on the way there, more or less. Perhaps an engineering ship is passing by.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Well, this is a prison station

 

Grace Period> How rude. ::pouts, heading away and back to her position at the cafe::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Tough crowd

Christina_Nickles -> $ ya real tough

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::nods and follows the Wife®::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $One that's dropping off prisoners? It's a possibility. Another option would be finding a ship going to Betazed, since it's right by Minos Korva

Heather Jamieson -> $ Don't let others get to you :: speaking to Christina ::

Tory Knight -> & Probably better that you didn't.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Enters the Champagne room::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $I have some friends on Betazed that might take us to Minos Korva, no questions asked.

Christina_Nickles -> $:: nods:: slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Jules did say one thing...

Christina_Nickles -> $That would be great

Tory Knight -> & Oh? What's that?

Heather Jamieson -> $ Can you contact them?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $Once we're in range, sure.

Christina_Nickles -> $What are we going to do for IDs.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $I'm sure we can find a Ferengi somewhere that sells fake IDs.

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Slips chip into data reader::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> To be careful. ::leveling a look at her, not unlike one that Jules would offer::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Let's hope he works in strips and not bars.

 

Ayumu Kasuga -> $We also might need to pick up some weapons on the way too.

Christina_Nickles -> $We might want to do that kind of quick as not to get stuck at a securoty station

Tory Knight -> & ::soft smile:: And you can tell him I promise to try.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Making their way to the bar ::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::nods once::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::follows Heather::

Tory Knight -> & Well, we might as well make ourselves comfortable.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Looks around before entering ::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Comfortable? Why?

Tory Knight -> & Well, dear Clark, unless you'd like to insult your own prowess, I think it best if you stay put. At least for a little while. ::grin::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Brings data up to read::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::looks around as well::

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Looking for any Ferengis ::

Christina_Nickles -> $Being in Sec I have always hated bars

Tory Knight -> Jamie> ::grumps, moves to join her on the sofa:: ::nods toward the terminal:: This thing pick up movies...?

Heather Jamieson -> $ Ever worked one?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ I somehow doubt they'd take strips..

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::shrugs:: It better not be a puzzle. Or a Riddle.

Tory Knight -> & No... but I gather it might have the information I need to continue. ::pulls out the chip and inserts it into the KI terminal::

Christina_Nickles -> $security outside to clear the riff raff

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ A bouncer? That must've been fun

Tory Knight -> & ::arching her brow as she reads the clue:: Red, yellow, blue, yellow, red... How colorful.

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Sounds bleedin' nuts...Better you than me.

Christina_Nickles -> $I wouldn’t say bouncer really the are inside.. Id get called after the bouncer tossed them out.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Maybe we better just figure it out on the way out of here. I dont want to be the last one to make it.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::looking at the patrons in the bar, mostly station staff and officers passing through after dropping off their prisoners::

Heather Jamieson -> $ Oh no, I don't know oo-mox well :: shivers ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Nor do I... but there doesn't seem to be any Ferengis here anyway.. but then why would they be here

Grace Period>::activates her calm, sends a message on to her contact that the drops have been made::

Christina_Nickles -> $Ok now where too

Christina_Nickles -> $*To

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: goes right up to the bar, flicks her hair back ::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() For transportation...buy borrow or steal?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() Doesn't say

Christina_Nickles -> $:: watches Heather::

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Steps up and speaks to whomever is tending bar :: Hi.. :: looks one way, then the other ::

STSF_BluRox -> $ Bartender> Uhm....hi? What can I get you?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() go bet some their shuttle for something

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ya know... man things

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I’m not betting my man things!

 

Tory Knight -> & ::pushes herself to her feet:: Well, would you like something to drink? Tea?

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: to tender :: Know any way three girls can get off this hunk of metal and to parts near Betazed?

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I need my man things

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Waves hand::well figure it out, win it in a fight or cards

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ ::wonders if that'll work::

Tory Knight -> Jamie> Don't s'pose that thing programs scotch? I think I'm gonna need it...

Tory Knight -> & I'll see what I can do...

Christina_Nickles -> $nothing like being straight forward.

August Jax Robinson -> Í!@#$%^&*() I guess I will have to get us a ride, use all my assest ::Adjusts her top::

Heather Jamieson -> $ My mother is ill and those two go way back with the family. It'd mean a lot to see her.. :: starts to cry :: for perhaps the last time..

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Not too many assets.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() We cant do cards because I am horrible and fights attract attention.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Wipes her eyes :: Hear anyone heading that way?

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ (q) Maybe not?

Christina_Nickles -> $::shrugs::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() I can play cards

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Looks back at the other two ::

Christina_Nickles -> $::looks upset::

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I can lose at cards. would that be helpful at all?

 

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Heather's luck, the bartender is unaffected by emotion ::

August Jax Robinson -> √∫ç!@#$%^&*() ::Looks up at him:: we can use Money, but we have very little

Ayumu Kasuga -> $ Well, if we had access to a communications terminal, we could contact passing ships for a ride.

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: nods :: Do what you can. (w) If you need... higher access. let me know

Christina_Nickles -> $ Lets go out here and see if we can find one

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::nods:: Orlando is still docked... perhaps we could go back to our quarters and use that terminal, if worse comes to worse.

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() Well we can gamble it we just better not lose.

Heather Jamieson -> $ (w) Where is the Orlando heading after the prisoners are let off?

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Pokes Will hard:: lets make up out minds and move

Ayumu Kasuga -> $(w) I don't know.. do you want to ask the commander?

Heather Jamieson -> $ :: Nods to the bartender :: Thanks anyhow.

Christina_Nickles -> $:: leans against the wall and places her free hand on her pocket finding something there that want before::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::heads to where the air locks are, looks over the departure list::

Christina_Nickles -> $:: pulls it out and looks at it:: What’s this?

Heather Jamieson -> $ Get me to a comm terminal. I should be able to contact.:: looks ::

Ayumu Kasuga -> $What's what? ::Looks at Nickels::

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() :::Looks for the ship they need:: I might have to use my womenly ways to get things moving

Christina_Nickles -> $:: holds the item out slightly so the two can see :: Not sure.. I didn’t bring it with me

LtCmdrRobinson -> !@#$%^&*() I hope its just with words and nothing else.

Ayumu Kasuga -> $::looks at the item:: Yeah, that doesn't look familiar

STSF_BluRox -> (each of you have been given your clues, you can share with your teams)

August Jax Robinson -> !@#$%^&*() ::Small smile at Will::

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

STSF_BluRox -> PAUSE SIM

Christina_Nickles -> ::paused::

Ayumu Kasuga -> ::Paused::

August Jax Robinson -> ::Paused::

Capt Rian Kwai -> Grace Period. :D Next time it will be Bert Toast

August Jax Robinson -> Or Berta Toast

STSF_BluRox -> alrighty, so you have your clues, you can make what arrangements you can and we'll say about 4 hours have passed since you have received our chip

STSF_BluRox -> Rian, anything from you?

Capt Rian Kwai -> Nothing from me tonight.

STSF_BluRox -> Alrighty then, so with that, Crew Dismissed!

STSF_BluRox -> Night everyone