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Chirakis

Sky Harbor Aegis | 13 February 2015

Chirakis -> =-/\= Aegis Mission Brief 2/13/15=/\=

Chirakis -> 15 January 2388

Chirakis -> TBS was 12 hours.

Chirakis -> The time is 0200 local.

Chirakis -> Science is deciphering information received from the probe that detected an old model Romulan transport and a totally alien starship at the Horta's home world.

Chirakis -> USS Vladivostok is being tracked by USS Warren of Joint Task Force Aegis.

Chirakis -> Their findings and calculations are being transmitted to Aegis Command.

Chirakis -> ::hands the mic to Roberts::

Wes Roberts -> Any questions?

Wes Roberts -> No?

Wes Roberts -> Your funerals.

Wes Roberts -> BEGIN SIM

Wes Roberts -> BEGIN SIM

Wes Roberts -> BEGIN SIM

Wes Roberts -> BEGIN SIM

Fletcher Jackson -> :;blink::

Jylliene -> ::snores::

Revon -> ::Tactical. Keeping a sharp eye.::

mimipavilion -> ::in her quarters, fast asleep::

Chirakis -> @ ::Rendezvous October::

Jylliene -> ::rolls over in bed::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::enters the CnC, trying to shake off the cobwebs::

Tarisa -> :;Was last seen in stellar cartography.::

Kallah Ramson -> ::up way too late, sitting on the balcony of her office with a PADD in one hand but more listening to the faint sounds of the Commerce Zone nightlife::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Pokes Jylliene ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::approaching TAC:: Good morning, Sir. ::Harada::

Lawliet -> ::walking into stellar cartography:: Report Ensign.

Jylliene -> ::rolls over again, mumbling something::

Revon -> ::Glances over his shoulder. Grins.:: Mr. Jackson! Surprise, surprise.

Revon -> ::Swivels about.:: I thought you'd be sleeping. What's up?

Annisha -> :: tiptoes out of her bed, with her floppy-eared slippers on ::

Fletcher Jackson -> Well, sir, I caught a few hours and thought you might a break for a few. All is quiet in the station.

Tarisa -> ::Ears perk up as she's called out. Turns.:: We are getting data back from the probes.

Jylliene -> ::mumble mumble:: yes sir, onscreen

Fletcher Jackson -> I can.. ::motions to the lift:: check with Commander Marx, if you'd rather.

Scott Coleridge -> ::sleeping, slightly fitfully::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Blinks, is up, turns to hear what Jy is saying ::

Lawliet -> ::places one of two coffee mugs he's carrying next to Tarisa:: Here. It's going to be a long night.

Annisha -> :: Goes past their door, hears something, freezes in place ::

Jylliene -> ::mumbles and falls more still, seemingly back to a deeper sleep::

Revon -> ::Furrows brows slightly.:: Look man, if you wanna keep watch, be my guest. 'Cuz frankly, I don't see myself falling asleep for at least four hours.

Annisha -> :: Continues on, quietly opens the door, exits ::

mimipavilion -> ::slowly wakes up and rolls over onto her back, looking at the ceiling and sighs::

Revon -> ::Blinks. That was harsh.:: Er, that is to say... I've had trouble sleeping. You're free to rest, however.

Tarisa -> ::Looks at the mug. He's actually giving an already hyper Mithraan coffee? She will be pouncing off the walls.:: Thank you.

Annisha -> :: Annisha walks down the corridor, blanket and stuffed Targ ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::cautious grin:: If you'd rather, it's all good, sir. I'm not exactly... sleeping that well.

Fletcher Jackson -> Any word on Vladivostok, sir?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: sighs.. as much as he loved her, he missed the isolated sleep he used to get when he found any old place on the station to sleep ::

Chirakis -> (Evening, Doctor. Incoming.)

Revon -> Somethin' on your mind? ::Motions towards Jyl's usual chair.:: ... Ah, yes. That thing.

Lawliet -> ::feels the itch in his head:: Unless you believe your spirit is enough to keep you awake.

Kallah Ramson -> ::thinking the new Andorian Jazz club may need to be reminded of decibel limits, though actually enjoying the distant music::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::sits, rubbing the sleep from his eyes:::

Revon -> The Vladivostok is currently being shadowed by the USS Warren, if I recall correctly. Let's see...

mimipavilion -> ::gets up and walks into her closet and opens Torate's crate of items to look::

Annisha -> :: Found herself thinking about cats, and cat toys, and other cat things. Another student let her watch his cat for a few hours and she was fascinated ::

Tarisa -> ::Picks up the mug, sniffing. Her tail poofs out a bit as she takes a couple of sips. Eyes widen.:: No...I am fine.

Revon -> We should be getting a data stream from the Missouri sometime soon. Let me see where they put it...

Tarisa -> ::Drinks more.::

Wes Roberts -> ::shuffles into the CnC, clad in a pair of worn sweatpants, slippers and robe::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: He had so many things on his mind, the bonding, the horta, the station, the Jylliene, Annisha and her schooling...Jylliene ::

Jylliene -> ::sees her mother turning toward her with a blank stare, then fading away::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::straightens up:: Missouri is tracking it. Right. ::stands:: Captain! ::Roberts::

Lawliet -> ::smiles:: Well we can get all the necessary information about the Romulan Transport from the database, what can we make out about the unknown alien craft?

Wes Roberts -> ::waves Fletcher back down:: Its too early for this.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: How were the shipments of wheat from his parents doing? ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::nod:: Aye, sir. Thank you, sir.

Revon -> ::Does the same, if only out of reflex.:: Er... Right, Captain. As we were.

Annisha -> :: She's looking for another cat...person humaniod.. ::

will_marx -> ::standing on the outermost ring of Commerce Level 1 (Deck 70), secures one end of a coil of rope to a eyebolt in the overhead, and tosses the rest over the side::

Annisha -> :: Look at her, taking on the human term for bipedal carbon-based lifeforms ::

Schawnsee -> :: in her bed tossing and turning not able to sleep::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::Harada:: Any word on the crew, though? I... uh.. I'm just interested.

Fletcher Jackson -> I mean the real crew, sir.

Annisha -> :: Where would she be? Wait, the computer could tell her. She moved to a panel close to a lift :: Computer, where is, um, what's her name?

Annisha -> Computer: Please restate the question.

Revon -> ::Shrugs.:: I'm afraid that's the captain's discretion to divulge. ::Glances back.:: On that note.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: He moved to ask Jy something, but though it was not a good idea, and he was full of bad ideas. ::

Schawnsee -> :: turns over once more, pulling the covers over her head::

Jylliene -> ::is then back on Aegis, but the prior form, watching as the station falls, is retaken, and is eventually replaced::

Revon -> Captain, we're receiving the stream from the Missouri as we speak. Shall I rout it to you, yourself?

Tarisa -> ::Nods enthusiastically.:: I am not sure. ::Brings up the spot on the map and zooms in.::

Wes Roberts -> ::grabs a cup of coffee from a passing yeoman, and takes a sip:: On screen, and record for playback at a more...civilized hour

Annisha -> Computer, Tarsa? Louisa? Oh.... she's a cat person. or looks cat like.

Lawliet -> ::crosses his arms and looks at the monitor::

will_marx -> ::watches the chemlight at the end land in the park, 152 meters below, smirks, hooks up, and climbs over the railing::

Annisha -> Computer: Please restate the question.

mimipavilion -> ::comes across of what appears to be a onesie of a Romulan uniform:: Hmmm... I'm gonna have to talk to Torate about this.

Fletcher Jackson -> ::swivels to look at the data stream::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::then decides to stand::

Revon -> It's quite a bit of data, sir... I'll put up the video feed; sending you the rest. ::Does so.::

Annisha -> Computer, list the location of species on the station resembling a cat who's name begins with the letter "t"

Jylliene -> ::mumbles quietly, seeing Nijil in her dream:: Nice ears.

Revon -> ::Looks up at Fletcher.:: Restless legs?

Fletcher Jackson -> Uh.. no, sir. I'm looking for something in the data...

Lawliet -> Make sure you send these scans down to Engineering for analysis.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Nijil slinked out of bed, perhaps some warm milk would help him. Up to the replicator he went, a glass of a creamy white liquid filled it. He moved back to the bed ::

Tarisa -> ::Nods, sending the ship data down to Engineering.::

Chirakis -> @ ::since RO is on Starfleet standard time, she is working at a console:::

Revon -> ::Takes a spot beside him, stroking his chin.:: Such as...?

Schawnsee -> :: lets out a soft sigh and turns over again resettling herself in her bed:: ARRGGG

will_marx -> ::begins rappelling down the side, bouncing off levels, to the park below::

Annisha -> :: She saw the likely name and location. She picked up her pace. She expected Tarisa to be asleep, but she's either a night owl or being punished ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::staring at the screen:: Looking for someone, sir. ::then turns slowly toward him:: I'm just wondering... ::stops;:

mimipavilion -> ::puts everything away, goes and crawls back into bed to try to sleep again::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Spits out some of the milk ::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Mouths :: Nice ears?

Scott Coleridge -> ::having a weird dream about being seconded to a Pakled freighter::

Fletcher Jackson -> I.. uh.. I knew one of the Starfleet crew. Wondering if they've tracked it down.

Jylliene -> ::snuggled down happily::

Kallah Ramson -> ::PADD about to slip out of her hand as she nods off::

Lawliet -> Ensign..may I ask you a question? It has nothing to do with work and you're free to not reply.

Chirakis -> @ ::turns as Murphy enters::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: He felt his own ears, hope she meant his.. was there another? ::

Chirakis -> @ Anything new, Sergeant?

Schawnsee -> :: sits up and tosses the covers off to the side:: This is ridiculous.

Revon -> I see... Well, let's take a look. ::Traces his finger between the headings.:: Astrogation Manifest, Evaluations...

Tarisa -> ::Turns, swishing her tail about quickly.:: Yes?

Annisha -> :: A random engineer on the night shift gets the data send to him ::

Jylliene -> ::blinks awake slowly::

Schawnsee -> :: gets up out of bed and puts on some clothes::

will_marx -> ::pauses around deck 76...before continuing down::

Annisha -> :: Annisha enters the place Tarisa was reported to be, she let the door close softly behind her ::

Chirakis -> @ Murphy> Actually, yes, Captain. She's blocked out a lot because of trauma. Or so the doc says. But she does know that their operations officer was killed in the takeover.

Revon -> ::Double-taps his finger on of the headings.:: Ah, Crew Manifest. Let's see... Chirakis -> @ Murphy> And a few security personnel.

Lawliet -> ::coughs:: Seeing as your kind display feline characteristics, I was wondering if that applies to other things?

Tarisa -> ::Tilts her head, curiously.:: Other things?

Kallah Ramson -> ::dozes off for a second then the PADD slips from her fingers and smacks her in the face::

Revon -> ::Instead of a roster, a single sentence.:: "The crew aboard this vessel does not appear to reflect the original roster."

Chirakis -> @ Murphy> She still says she doesn't know who they were, and I have to say she's telling the truth, ma'am.

Annisha -> :: Hides behind a console or box, whatever it was.. watched Tarisa and some other guy ::

Lawliet -> ::turns around as he hears the door and sees....:: Annisha?

Jylliene -> ::glances up, rubs her eyes:: Nijil? What are you doing awake?

Annisha -> :: gasps :: Oh......

Kallah Ramson -> ::jolted awake::

Chirakis -> @ Where is she now?

Annisha -> :: runs to hide... and there were few places ::

Kallah Ramson -> ::blinks::

Chirakis -> @ Murphy> With the doc.

Lawliet -> ::walks over and knees down:: What are doing here? And out of bed?

Tarisa -> ::Sees Annisha.::

Schawnsee -> :: walks out of her quarters and heads towards Sickbay::

Kallah Ramson -> ::sets the PADD aside::

Chirakis -> @ ::nod:: Stay with her. She still might remember something.

Annisha -> :: Hides as best she can, her face turning green ::

Lawliet -> Annisha...I can still see you.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Listening to you. :: takes a drink of his mile ::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: milk ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::sighs:: And they don't know where the real crew is, I guess.

will_marx -> ::continues his rappel down::

Annisha -> No you don't.

Schawnsee -> :: enters the lift:: Sickbay

Annisha -> :: ducks down ::

Tarisa -> ::Walks over, tail swishing.::

Annisha -> :: one slipper showing a growling Targ poked out on the floor ::

Lawliet -> ::looks back at Tarisa and back at Annisha:: Did you come here to see Tarisa?

Jylliene -> ::ponders that:: What'd I say?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Someone's nice ears...

Kallah Ramson -> ::stands and moves back into the inside of her office....not noticing the descending figure in the background::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Hope they were mine.. though there are plenty Romulans on the station...

Nijil tr'Korjata -> or if you prefer, Vulcans. That would be the logical assumption.

Jylliene -> ::chuckles slightly:: Yours, silly.

Revon -> ::Clears his throat, gazing off towards the other headings.:: With... all due respect, it's possible that their assailants simply destroyed their individual communication badges. I don't recall there being a head count in the last report.

Annisha -> :: on the floor, looking up at them both :: Maaaybe...

Jylliene -> I don't go admiring random strangers' ears.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> There are plenty of other things you could admire... :: smiles ::

Fletcher Jackson -> Yes, sir. I guess they could have. At least I hope so.

Lawliet -> ::stands up and turns to Tarisa, whispering:: See to it she makes it back home.

Jylliene -> Who said I didn't?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> I hope I have more than ears.. I was going to get spots

Nijil tr'Korjata -> No one said anything of the sort. :)

Schawnsee -> :: exits the lift and walks to Sickbay::

Tarisa -> ::Nods.:: Yes, of course. ::Kneels down to Annisha.:: Hi.

Jylliene -> ::chuckles again:: You don't need spots. You're perfect like you are.

Wes Roberts -> ::reaches down and picks up a PADD::

Lawliet -> ::walks back up to the platform::

Wes Roberts -> ::makes a couple of notes on it::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::shrug:: (w) She was in my class at the Academy, sir. Real young. Too young, really, but they let her in.

Jylliene -> If I wanted a spotted Romulan, I'd have looked for one.

Annisha -> :: Looks up :: jolan tru.. Don't tell them I'm gone.. My brain was running a parsec a second and I could not sleep.

Schawnsee -> :: enters sickbay and quietly walks to the place the Horta are::

Jylliene -> ::snuggles back down::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: thinks :: I am unaware of a Romulan Trill coupling, but the galaxy is a big place.

Jylliene -> That it is.

Revon -> ::Slow nod.:: (w) I see... Did you fancy her?

Annisha -> :: Starts to get up, stands there looking up at them both, holding her dark green blanket and stuffed Targ ::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: finishes his milk ::

mimipavilion -> ::manages to go back to sleep::

Jylliene -> Maybe we're the first.

Wes Roberts -> ::facepalms:: I know its early, but...

Jylliene -> ::yawns::

Fletcher Jackson -> (w) Well, we got along okay. Got to be a little more than friends. But ...

Lawliet -> ::brings up the unidentified ship on the display and begins running analysis::

Fletcher Jackson -> :turns to Roberts::

Tarisa -> ::Stands, tail swishes as she smiles.:: Shall I take you home?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: Gets back to bed :: Could be. Perhaps I should check.. Someone is lible to offer a price.. at least a certificate.

Wes Roberts -> That's more of a conversation *off* the command deck.

Kallah Ramson -> ::stands looking at her office door for a few moments. Rubs her eyes. Considers the chances of making it to her quarters without sleepwalking into some embarrassing situation::

Jylliene -> "First known Romulan-Trill Coupling".

Annisha -> Na, I'll be alright.. you have grownup work to do..

Chirakis -> @ ::receiving information from the task force::

Jylliene -> ::chuckles slightly::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Not Trill-Romulan?

Tarisa -> ::Nods.:: Alright.

Jylliene -> Alphabetical order.

Scott Coleridge -> ::dreaming that he stages a mutiny aboard the Pakled ship::

Fletcher Jackson -> Yes, sir. I'll just... go see what's going on in security, sir. ::nod:: Commander Harada, Captain.

Jylliene -> ::shrugs::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> If it was a Rihan report, it would be a conquering, or subjugation.

Schawnsee -> :: stands at the observation window watching to Horta as they muttle around nibbling on the food source::

Revon -> Er... Right! ::Stands up straight, quieting Fletcher with a wave.:: My apologies for my breach in conduct. It won't happen again. Er, Captain.

Jylliene -> Nothing wrong with a friendly conquest now and again.

Fletcher Jackson -> ::enters the lift:: Main security.

Annisha -> :: yawns :: I can watch, can't I?

Kallah Ramson -> ::opts for the office floor pillows as they are large, comfy, and.... close.::: ::flop::

Lawliet -> ::turns and snaps his fingers at Tarisa..motioning her to take her::

Jylliene -> But yes, I imagine the Romulan report would be a fair bit different in scope.

mimipavilion -> ::dreams she is home with Torate::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::exits in security::

Revon -> ::Watches the doors close, and the lift speed away with a hum. Lets out a hefty sigh.:: ... Cripes.

Tarisa -> ::Ears perk up at the snaps and she frowns.:: Sadly, no. ::Holds out hand.::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Right, how can the take over of Trill benefit the Galae.. what could we learn from the symbiotes?

Wes Roberts -> Don't worry about it. Its too early

Annisha -> Aww...

Jylliene -> Quite a bit, given their multiple lifetimes with various hosts.

Wes Roberts -> ::sips his coffee:: Way...too...early.

Annisha -> :: Points at Lawliet.. :: You are a party pooper.. :: does the "I've got my eyes on you" gesture ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::reports to the OD for a normal shift::

Annisha -> :: Takes her hand ::

Wes Roberts -> ((At least it wasn't the stink eye))

Revon -> ::Rests his cheek on his palm, staring blankly at the headings on the report.:: I know, but he's a good officer. Last thing I want is to see him grieve.

Annisha -> (That's all Marx)

Revon -> ::Eventually, shrugs.:: C'est la vie, I suppose.

Lawliet -> ::not seeing Annisha's gesture:: As do I.

Schawnsee -> :: leaning there just watching... waves off a nurse asking if she needed anything::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::begins by checking the latest security report:::

Wes Roberts -> ::mutters something about time differences and data lag::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::actually feeling better now that he has something to do:::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> I'm not sure what would be more...interesting, blended Trill with several lifetimes of memories, or being a Betazoid and able to read the thoughts of others.

Tarisa -> ::Smiles as she leads Annisha out of stellar cartography.::

Annisha -> :: Sticks her tongue out as she leaves ::

Kallah Ramson -> Dream Pakleds> ::rallying behind their new leader, begin to arm themselves for the mutiny, but end up mostly brandishing limp vegetables or at left a sharp looking carrot::

Annisha -> :: her hand ever feels different :: Now I'm messing up your work...

Jylliene -> I've got enough just keeping my own thoughts in line, without worrying about anyone else's.

Tarisa -> It is alright.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> You mentioned not wanting a joining..

Chirakis -> @ ::turns as Kapar approaches her::

Wes Roberts -> That it is. Pull up the tactical plot. I want to see where the nebula is in relation to the station

Jylliene -> Correct. I left the program.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> That's what's not keeping me up though... :: hugs her ::

Lawliet -> ::turns around and leaves stellar cartography::

Jylliene -> What is, e'lev?

Chirakis -> @ Kapar> Decrypted data crystal, ma'am. Your eyes only.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> The captain gone.. I mean Chirakis... and I don't mean in THAT way... the tone, the timbre of the station has changed.

Lawliet -> ::enters a nearby turbolift:: CnC.

Tarisa -> ::Pauses.:: Where should I take you? I do not know where you live.

Chirakis -> @ Thank you, Lieutenant. ::waits until he's gone to slip it in::

Annisha -> What were you going to tell that guy, about the feline features? WHere? Oh, this lift gets us pretty close.

Chirakis -> @ ::flips through it, catching the pertinent points::

Revon -> Aye, sir. Isometric diagram, onscreen. Feel free to rotate. ::Does so.::

Tarisa -> ::Steps into the lift.:: I was not sure what he wanted to know.

Jylliene -> It has. It's different. But my first duty on Aegis was under Commander Ramson on the Aegean, so - I suppose having her on the CnC feels not so unnatural to me.

Fletcher Jackson -> ::exits security for standard rounds::

Wes Roberts -> ::moves over to the screen::

Annisha -> Do you purr? I got to cat sit a baby cat the other day.. it clung to my the entire time, even rode on my head.

Lawliet -> ::walks out onto the CnC::

Jylliene -> I'd be happy to see the Captain back, regardless.

Annisha -> :: enters the lift ::

Wes Roberts -> Add Vladivostok's last reported position

Schawnsee -> :: sighs as her eyes start to get heavy once more::

Tarisa -> ::Smiles.:: I can. ::Takes Annisha's hand, placing it in the middle of her chest and begins to pur.::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Right.. I had an experience with her too.. still is quite fresh in my head..

Revon -> ::Taps a few buttons. Adds in the current location of the Warren, to boot.::

Schawnsee -> :: moves over to the med chart and keys in her observations of the Horta noting the time::

Annisha -> Oh! Just like the kitten..

Tarisa -> ::Grins.::

Annisha -> They do it if happy.. or if they need to comfort themselves..

Wes Roberts -> ::ponders::

Lawliet -> ::walks over to Roberts:: Mr. Roberts.

Annisha -> What does it mean to you?

Wes Roberts -> Yes, Mr Lawliet?

Annisha -> Oh, computer, take me home.

Annisha -> :: the lift moves ::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::wandering through the commerce section, and notes that the only place active is the donut shop because they're making donuts for the next morning:::

Jylliene -> ::smiles gently:: Anything I can do to help you relax?

Nijil tr'Korjata -> My work here has changed too.. more things run better than the old station..

Lawliet -> Didn't think you'd still be awake. I was going to leave my report on your desk.

Schawnsee -> :: moves off and heads back towards the doors of Sickbay, waving her hand to the nurse as she starts to approach her:: I’m going to try again to get some sleep. Call me if anything unusual happens.

Wes Roberts -> You still can.

Jylliene -> ((less stuff breaky = good thing!))

Nijil tr'Korjata -> :: laughs :: Well... :: coughs :: Just you being here.

Jylliene -> Mmhm.

Wes Roberts -> ((::plots::))

Revon -> ::Eyebrow.::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::and suddenly he's obsessed with donuts:::

Nijil tr'Korjata -> The galaxy : goes closer :: Was a lonely place before you..

Tarisa -> ::Smiles.:: I usually do it when I am very happy.

Annisha -> :: The lift stops ::

Schawnsee -> :: exits SB and heads back up the corridor towards the lift::

Wes Roberts -> ::sips his coffee, continuing to ponder::

Chirakis -> @ ::after due consideration, she formulates a short report for Roberts and Ramson and sends it Priority One to Aegis::

Annisha -> :: nods :: I see... so what science stuff are you into? :: takes her hand and steps off the lift ::

Lawliet -> Well, basicly the Romulan Transport is a standard vessel for its time. The unidentified vessel, however, I can't give you much.

Tarisa -> My main study is geology, but I enjoy other studies as well.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> There are so few moments like this very one, where for the briefest of moments the universe is calm.

Chirakis -> @ ::the report contains the basics of her trip to RO, who she found, and what they have discovered about Vladivostok::

Annisha -> Rocks

Tarisa -> ::nods.::

Annisha -> We should head back to ch'Rihan.. lots of rocks there now.

Wes Roberts -> ::nods::

Jylliene -> ::nods to Nijil:: Make the most of it, all we can do.

Tarisa -> I have never been there.

Schawnsee -> :: steps onto the lift:: Deck ??

Nijil tr'Korjata -> I was going through Earth music of all things.. Time in a Bottle...

Wes Roberts -> Thank you, Mr Lawliet

Fletcher Jackson -> ::donuts on his mind, he heads to the lift, almost slipping on a chem light on the floor:::

Lawliet -> ::nods:: So, what has you up this late?

Jylliene -> That sounds very Engineer-ish. Compartmentalizing things. Even time.

Annisha -> It's dead, mostly.. the Great Fire took care of it.. as well as my real parents..

Fletcher Jackson -> ::checks the light, then looks around, puzzled:::

Wes Roberts -> This mystery. And the transmission from the Warren

Annisha -> Or so I think. Since they did not come looking for me I just assume they were there.

Tarisa -> ::Frowns as her ears lower.:: I am sorry...

Revon -> Mm... What of it, Captain?

Annisha -> It's okay.. life is good, strange not being on a planet and even stranger with new species... like you...

will_marx -> ::sneaky feet, silent feet, ninja feet::

Schawnsee -> :: exits the lift and walks back down the corridor towards her quarters, yawning on the way::

Annisha -> Hey, we both have pointy ears...

Wes Roberts -> Point- We have a Federation starship hijacked.

Tarisa -> ::Smiles.:: Yes we do.

Wes Roberts -> Point- We have a Horta kidnapped

Annisha -> :: at the door :: Well, here I am, or where I should be.

Wes Roberts -> Point- We have a planet that unsavory traffic is occurring.

Tarisa -> ::Nods.:: Sleep well then.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> There are several things we actually do in a bottle.. the AQS is stored in a bottle of sorts.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Not time that I know of.

Chirakis -> @ ::closes the console down and moves on to the conference called by Admiral Mullins::

Wes Roberts -> Seems to me there's a region of space that needs to be investigated.

Schawnsee -> :: enters her quarters and heads back towards her bedroom:: This is when Im glad I live alone ::yawns again::

Lawliet -> ::looks at Roberts:: Then what are we waiting for?

Annisha -> :: Kisses Tarisa's hand, stares for a moment, then enters her quarters.

Jylliene -> ::smiles at Nijil::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::picking up the chem light to dispose of it, he notices it's standard SF issue, then looks around again::

Annisha -> :: watches a perplexed Tarisa as he door closes ::

Jylliene -> No, not time, true.

Revon -> ::Rolls up his sleeves. Well, metaphorically at least.:: Well then. I suppose our work's already cut out for us.

Fletcher Jackson -> Huh... ::tosses it into the recycle bin and moves on to the next level::

Jylliene -> Though a singularity does affect time, so... perhaps in a sense.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> What if you could though, contain a segment of time outside of our own

Schawnsee -> :: gets dressed for bed once more and climbs in::

Tarisa -> ::Gives a warm smile as she turns to head back to the lift. Purs a little on the way.::

Jylliene -> ::ponders that::

will_marx -> ::slips up behind Fletcher, catching him by the mouth, placing a wooden tanto against his throat:: Good Morning, Mr Jackson.

Jylliene -> Like the transmissions?

Annisha -> :: to the door :: Night cat woman

Jylliene -> In a sense.

Fletcher Jackson -> ::stops cold, tanto against his throat:: ::muffled::Sir?

Jylliene -> Snippets of time held for some unknown observer.

will_marx -> ::releases him, with a chuckle::

Annisha -> :: Hops with her dark green blanket and her floppy Targ slippers and off to bed ::

Tarisa -> ::Ears swivel a moment as she thought she heard something. Keeps walking.::

Fletcher Jackson -> ::turns, heart racing:: Guess I've been on the CnC too long, Commander. I should have seen that coming.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Something to think about... so, what's new with the Horta?

will_marx -> Never assume. Especially when your boss is a Master level martial artist

Jylliene -> She's doing fine, so is her egg.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Annisha wanted to bring the offspring here...

Wes Roberts -> PAUSE SIM

Wes Roberts -> PAUSE SIM

Wes Roberts -> PAUSE SIM

Wes Roberts -> So, we have some unsavory things happening in a nebula that's not really in claimed space.

Wes Roberts -> WHo wants to go on a field trip?

Fletcher Jackson -> ::blink::

Tarisa -> :D

Fletcher Jackson -> I'm in!

Lawliet -> ::raises hand::

Chirakis -> ::is already on a field trip::

Jylliene -> Will we be having Happy Meals, how much does it cost, and does my mom need to sign the form?

mimipavilion -> ::thinks::

Schawnsee -> If you need medic call me

Chirakis -> No, your life, and no.

Nijil tr'Korjata -> Nijil is always up to going

Wes Roberts -> ::snarkle::

Wes Roberts -> TBS will be 8 hours. Some of us will be more bright eyed and bushy tailed than others.

Kallah Ramson -> When we go on field trips, planets tend to.... explode.

will_marx -> ::makes a note to pack his Death Star::

Annisha -> Was it a field trip to ch'Rihan?

Jylliene -> It's like the Magic School Bus, only more asplodey.

Fletcher Jackson -> We'll be under way by then?

Annisha -> It's the great space coaster, get on board...

Wes Roberts -> No, we won't.

mimipavilion -> Kallah's right.

Chirakis -> It will be 1100 by then.

Wes Roberts -> Or at least not yet. Any other questions?

Annisha -> Tarisa can do bushy-tailed

Tarisa -> hehe

Chirakis -> Good to see science fully manned tonight.

Wes Roberts -> No? Enjoy your weekend folks. *dismiss*

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