Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++BEGIN SIM++BEGIN SIM+++

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ++BEGIN SIM++++BEGIN SIM++

Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++BEGIN SIM++BEGIN SIM+++

Lt Jg Chloe: <<Harry Kim is my baby! Leave 'em alone! <g>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<But...but... what about me?>>

Boreth: ::at his console in engineering glad to be underway::

Doctor Caine: <<steady, son>>

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::in his ready room, frowning at a communique:

Lt Jg Chloe: << Your my... honey buns.. <g>>

Cdr Sullivan: <<You guys would have paid big money if there had been a 

Cdr Sullivan: video of the last five minutes here....>>

Lt jg Zinthys: ::In the security office, going over various PADDs::

Belle9898: ::sleeping on the couch of her quarters, for some reason she has been soo tired lately::

Belle9898: <<Gag me>>

Cdr Sullivan: <<Belle is pregnant!!!>>

Cpt AC Zuriyev: I suppose I hev to tell her.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: <<Ral, you stud!>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<::Applauds for the Commander::>>

CWO FitzGerald: ::Makes her way into the Med bay, looking around for any others::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::in TL, going to ME, leaving Belle asleep on the couch::

Boreth: <<lol>>

Lt Jg Chloe: << Heh.. would make sense.. when I was preggo, all I did was sleep on my couch.<g>>

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Lt Jg Chloe: << Well.. and spend a lot of time with.. "john"..<g>>

Cdr Sullivan: :::sitting on the bridge looking a more than a little tired, but 

Cdr Sullivan: in decent spirits::::

Lieutenant Tiran: <<You guys sure jump to conclusions quickly don't you?>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<What? It's not yours?>>

Boreth: :;hopes that Ral got his message earlier that day::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::taps his commbadge:: +Carver+  Lieutenant Carver, please report to my ready room.

Lt Jg Chloe: << Us women know what pregnancy symptoms are like.. and can smell them a mile away..<g>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<Belle, you been cheating on him?>>

Doctor Caine: :::looks up:::  Hello, FitzGerald...how are you?

Belle9898: <<Gee thanks guys..::frowns and mutters something about gagging them all::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::creeps out of her quarters, having not slept a wink since her 'nightmare' the night

Belle9898: ::wakes up groggily:: +Captian+ Aye captain:: Sounding sleepy::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Decides to pay a visit to the scene of the crime himself::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Forces a smile for the doc, her experience making it look real::  Ok, doc, yourself?

Cdr Sullivan: :::looks around to see who is on the bridge::::

Lt Jg Chloe: before... though has primped herself up pretty nice, and looks pretty normal::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::walks into the TL:: Sickbay, please.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Exits the security office and enters the TL:: Senior Officer Quarters.

Belle9898: ::sees the mess on the floor and picks the box up and sets it ont he table::

Doctor Caine: :::looks at her a little more closely::: I'm fine, thanks...

Lieutenant Tiran: ::walks into Main Engineering actually on time for once::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::steps out of the TL and hovers near the door, smoothing her uniform and wiping her 

Cdr Sullivan: <<Anyone on the bridge, please raise you hand... :D>>

CWO FitzGerald: ::Heads to a trauma bed, checking the inventory padd, requisitioning more of this and that, 

Belle9898: ::looks in the mirror and straightens her uniform::

Lt Jg Chloe: slightly tired eyes, then entering::

Doctor Caine: :::decides to let it pass:::

Boreth: ::hears Tiran walking in:: Hello Mr. Tiran. Your on time?

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::frowns, thinking this isn't going to be fun:::

CWO FitzGerald: doing the day to day grind of trauma ward work::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::frowns:: Don't sound so surprised, can't let you have all the fun

Lt jg Zinthys: <<::Security ensign raises his hand from the TAC console::>>

Lt Jg Chloe: ::glancing around Sickbay as she slowly walks to her office::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Dark bags under her eyes are halfway concealed by makeup, revealing the damage from her 

Doctor Caine: :::sees Chloe enter, and move to her office:::

CWO FitzGerald: latest late night vigil::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::grabs a PADD from a nearby console, glancing over last shift reports::

Boreth: Indeed. Everything is in working order though. Reports waiting on your desk.

Cdr Sullivan: <<::::hums::: All alone again..... I'm on the bridge and I'm all 

Cdr Sullivan: alone again.... the life I love is taking the Atlantis to the 

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Exits the TL and walks over to where his sensors first picked up the Ferengi::

Cdr Sullivan: galaxy's end.... and here I am alone on the bridge 

Cdr Sullivan: again....>>

Belle9898: ::enters the TL::

Lt Jg Chloe: <<LOL..>>

Cpt AC Zuriyev: <<LOL!><>

Belle9898: ::heads to the bridge:: 

Lt Jg Chloe: << That was great..<g>>

Doctor Caine: <<Why, I think that was shades of St. Willie!>>

Lieutenant Tiran: << It have another verse to go with it?>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<Tiran! Hush!>>

Lt Jg Chloe: ::takes a seat on her chair and tries to get busy::

Cdr Sullivan: <<Don't encourage me....>>

Boreth: ::notices it is unusually quiet in Engineering::

Doctor Caine: :::rises, walks into Sickbay:::

Doctor Caine: <<Verse! verse! verse!>>>

Lt Jg Chloe: ::weding through a few padds that have piled up on her desk::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::walks into his office, sitting at the desk, reading over the PADD::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::puts on his Captain-face::

Boreth: ::glad he finally got the replicator working:;

Cdr Sullivan: ::::looks over the daily department reports and wonders who 

Cdr Sullivan: in engineering took it upon themselves to submit it in binary 

Cdr Sullivan: code::::

Doctor Caine: :::stands in the center of sickbay:::  Chloe, Fitz, may I see 

Doctor Caine: you please?

CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods, setting down the padd and moving to the Doc::  Yessir?

Lt Jg Chloe: ::glances up, and shoves her padds away and stands, movign back out of her office and

Lt Jg Chloe: to where Caine is:: Yes, Caine?

Cdr Sullivan: ACTION:  The Atlantis is zipping along peacefully...... 

Cdr Sullivan: perhaps too peacefully.

Belle9898: <<Back>>

Lieutenant Tiran: ::finishes reading the reports, noting nothing unusal happening::

Belle9898: ::exits TL and steps onto the almost empty bridge::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Whips out his... tricorder and scans the area from the first sighting to the final

Lt jg Zinthys: dissapearance::

Doctor Caine: :::sits on the floor, gestures:::Both of you, join me, please.

Belle9898: ::sighs and begins to get a funny feeling in her stomach::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::blinks a bit, but takes a seat on the floor as gestured::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Stands still for a second, confused, follows the orders and sits, stiffly::

Cdr Sullivan: ACTION> As it continues to calmly move through the 

Cdr Sullivan: comforting darkness of space....      an unfamiliar energy 

Lieutenant Tiran: ::exits his office and sits at the console next to Boreth:: Last shifts reports sent to Ops?

Cdr Sullivan: pulse lights up the internal sensor banks.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Gives off a low-level curse, knowing that any other section of the ship would've

Boreth: Yes sir.

Doctor Caine: Thank you.

Belle9898: ::walks through Bridge to the Captain's ready room::

Lt jg Zinthys: immediately been cordoned off... but not the senior officer's quarters...::

Cdr Sullivan: :::watches Belle and wonders if it is just her or if the 

Cdr Sullivan: Helmsperson is glowing::::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::suddenly feels like a child, remember times she used to sit at her father's feet and 

Lt Jg Chloe: listen to stories::

Doctor Caine: We all have our bad nights, but both staff members on the 

Doctor Caine: same night?  

Belle9898: ::taps the bell on the wall to enter the ready room::

Lt jg Zinthys: Random Sec Guy (RSG)> Commander, I'm getting something strange

Boreth: ::monitors over his assigned ship systems::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Come.

Lieutenant Tiran: Good, good... ::his mind begins to wander::

Doctor Caine: :::gently:::  Is something wrong?

Belle9898: <<I GLOW!!!!>>

Boreth: Something on your mind sir?

CWO FitzGerald: ::Shakes her head::  Sir, I'm fine...  ::A little too fast::

Belle9898: ::enters the ready room:: Sir you had wanted to see me?

Lt Jg Chloe: ::looks at both of them:: Bad nights.. what do you mean? ::playing the innocent::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Yes... have a seat, Lieutenant.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Decides to head up to his Tactical position and see if there's anything that would pick up

Lt jg Zinthys: that could've been missed by a tricorder::

Belle9898: ::stifles a yawn and takes a seat::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Walks to the TL:: Bridge.

Lieutenant Tiran: ::looks to Boreth:: Oh, nothing. Just the usual stuff

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Lieutenant, I hev some... difficult news for you.

Boreth: That usual stuff. .gets me too. :;joke attempt number 1::

Lt jg Zinthys: RSG> The sensors report... something...

Belle9898: ::perks up:: Difficult news, sir?

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Da.  You remember ze terrorist Fyrnal, of course?

Cdr Sullivan: :::does not look up::: Something strange as in a leftover 

Cdr Sullivan: tamale that someone left in a Jefferies tube?  Or something 

Cdr Sullivan: strange as in something that would cause us to be 

Doctor Caine: ::small shrug:::  It is one thing to merely be tired...but both of 

Cdr Sullivan: suspicious?

Doctor Caine: you seem...unsettled.

Belle9898: ::nods:: yea, sir I do

Lt jg Zinthys: RSG> Something noteworthy, Commander

Lieutenant Tiran: ::not sure what to say to that:: So, how have you been finding the Atlantis lately?

Lieutenant Tiran: ::trying to change the subject::

Lt Jg Chloe: You know how it is.. we all have those nights where sleep doesn't come..

Lt jg Zinthys: ::TL stops and Zinthys walks over to his console::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Lieutenant Carver... Belle.   He was your father. ::hands her the PADD::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::tapping her fingers on the floor::

Doctor Caine: Or perhaps was chased away?

Boreth: :;realizes he has bad jokes:: I made a commitment to myself today.

Lt jg Zinthys: RSG> Lieutenant, you may want to have a look at this ::Gives up the seat, but points::

Cdr Sullivan: ACTION>  The sensor logs report that the Ferengi seemed to 

Cdr Sullivan: be headed in the direction of Doctor Caine's quarters.

Belle9898: ::shakes her head, thinking this is some kind of joke 

Boreth: One that will be good for the crew and myself. Kind of a rebirth.

Belle9898: and takes the PADD::  That can't be ::w::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Holds her hands in her lap, realizing they're balled up, flexes them open::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::justs lets her speak::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::not knowing what Boreth is talking:: Really? What kind of 'rebirth'?

Lt Jg Chloe: ::hmms to herself, but keeps quiet::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Stays silent, her eyes locked on a point on the floor::

Belle9898: This is a cruel horrible joke.. ::reads the PADD::

Boreth: A new type of attitude. More "fun" as you would say.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Nyet, it ees no joke, Belle.

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Lt jg Zinthys: ::Zinthys sits and looks at the sensors::

Cdr Sullivan: :::quickly taps a note to engineering that little jokes do not 

Boreth: ::thinks he hasn't seen the message yet::

Cdr Sullivan: sit well with her..... especially when they effect her ability to 

Cdr Sullivan: file, fold, spindle, and mutilate her daily reports:::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::becoming confused:: More fun? How so? 

Belle9898: ::eyes begoin to water and then she stiffens up and stifles the tears:: 

Cdr Sullivan: :::stands and goes to the RSG's post and looks at the sensor 

Cdr Sullivan: readouts::::

Boreth: Not working all the time. Live out life. Isn't that a human saying?

Doctor Caine: Please remember:  Not only am I here tto order you around...  

Doctor Caine: ::smiles::  I'm here to help you if I may.

Boreth: ::sees a message from the bridge on his console::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: If you need to see ze Counselor, feel free to.

Lt Jg Chloe: ::thinks that she really doesn't know what to make of her .. sleep problem because she

Lt Jg Chloe: doesn't understand it::

Lieutenant Tiran: Ah. 'All work and no play?' Is that what you're referring to?

Belle9898: Well, ::clears throat and tosses the PADD lightly on the table:: Is that all, sir.

Belle9898: I will sir..

Boreth: Yes that's it! :;begins decoding the message to send it back::

Cdr Sullivan: *Engineering*  Bridge to Engineering.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: Do you feel zat you can perform your duties, Lieutenant?

Lieutenant Tiran: ::a bit startled:: +Bridge+ Engineering here

CWO FitzGerald: ::Stays silent, her eyes still locked on the deck::

Boreth: ::finishes decoding and sends in an apology note, but doesn't sign his name::

Belle9898: ::looks to him with no emotion on her face: Yes sir I 

Belle9898: can, but would like to change and get a quick 

Belle9898: shower before I report, sir.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods::  Dismissed... and... Lieutenant... I am sorry.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Looks at the console more closely:: Commander, I'm getting a strange sensor reading... 

Lt jg Zinthys: from inside the ship...

Boreth: :;turns back to his console::

Belle9898: :acknowledges the captain and stalks out of his office::

Cdr Sullivan: :::from the tac console sends Caine a note reminding him 

Cdr Sullivan: that daily medical updates require discipline and are to be 

Cdr Sullivan: done in a timely manner::::

Doctor Caine: :::rises, regards the doctors:::  Remember the calm, the 

Doctor Caine: stillness at the center of your being.  

Lt jg Zinthys: RSG> ::Slaps his forehead:: That's what I was showing you!

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Looks to the RSG:: Go... patrol a corridor or something

Belle9898: ::walks through the bridge and heads towards the TL::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::glances up at him, and stands:: Thank you sir.. Caine..::turns on a heel and takes

Lt jg Zinthys: RSG> ::Glares and stalks off the bridge::

Lt Jg Chloe: haven back into her office::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::frowns, hating these duties of command;:

Doctor Caine: I'm here, any time of 'day' or 'night'

Lieutenant Tiran: ::begins to wonder if someone is playing games on the Bridge::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran*  Tiran, would you fine gentlemen happen to be 

Cdr Sullivan: running any tests on any of the systems at present?

Boreth: ::shakes his head no to Tiran::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Stands slowly, feeling no calm, only a hot, unsettled storm::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::puts the PADD away, and decides to head to the bridge::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* No one in Engineering is currently running any tests Commander

CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods to the Doc, returning to her work::

Doctor Caine: :::looks after Chloe, and looks at Fitz:::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::takes a seat at her desk, sighs:: (q) Was only a bad dream, ye foolish girl.. just forget 

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Taps on the console:: Well, then, we can assume these readings are correct.

Lt Jg Chloe: about it..::to herself::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* So, there would be no reason that we would be 

Cdr Sullivan: recording an energy pulse radiating from the ship?

Belle9898: ::enters the TL and stands on the edge of the TL waits for the other people to get off::

Doctor Caine: You are not in a prison, Fitz.  The prison is within you.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::walks out on to the bridge:: Report, XO.

Doctor Caine: :::smiles, and moves to his office:::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Not from an Engineering point of view

Boreth: ::quizically looks at his console::

Doctor Caine: :::sees the incoming note from Sullivan:::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Is there a problem?

Doctor Caine: *Sullivan*  Caine to Sullivan.

Lt jg Zinthys: <<Perhaps we could our science officers what they........>>

Lt jg Zinthys: <<...Could ask our...>>

Cdr Sullivan: Patroling as ordered, sir.  Ferengi mystery is still that, a 

Cdr Sullivan: mystery, and we seem to have an unknown energy pulse 

Cdr Sullivan: that has initiated from within the ship.

Lieutenant Tiran: <<We have no sci officers, except NPCs>>

Belle9898: ::all the people got off and when the doors hissed 

Belle9898: shut she stopped the TL and leaned against the 

Lt jg Zinthys: <<::shakes head::>>

Belle9898: wall crying::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: An energy pulse? 

Lt jg Zinthys: Aye, sir.

Lt Jg Chloe: <<BRB.. my son is sobbing in teething pains.. mommy love needed>>

Cdr Sullivan: Yes, sir.  Confirming with engineering that they are not 

Cdr Sullivan: currently the cause.

Doctor Caine: <>

Cdr Sullivan: *Caine* Sullivan here.

Lt jg Zinthys: It would appear that these readings are accurate, Captain

Boreth: ::listens to the continuous hum of the warp core::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::furrows his brow, wondering what is going on on the Bridge::

Boreth: An interesting dillema.

Doctor Caine: *Sullivan* Tell me, how do you....feel?

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods, frowns, and takes his seat::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Works away, checking inventories for one bed after another, making changes when needed::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* Tiran, sensors are reporting a rhythmic energy 

Cdr Sullivan: pulse.... initiated from within the ship.  Can't seem to get a 

Lieutenant Tiran: ::turns back to the console:: Very interesting..., too bad it seems more like a Science 

Cdr Sullivan: definate lock on it.

Lieutenant Tiran: problem than Engineering

Lt Jg Chloe: <Back, with baby draped over my lap.. please excuse any spelling errors from this point on.>

Doctor Caine: <<At least you have an excuse!   : ) >>

Belle9898: ::puts her arms around herself sobbing and slides to the floor of the TL::

Boreth: :;turns to Tiran:; Perhaps I should go try to find this energy?

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* You have no idea where it is radiating from, not even a general location?

Lt Jg Chloe: <<Heh>>::goes back to weeding through padds::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::to Boreth:: Maybe, let's find out what's going on first, then act

Cdr Sullivan: *Caine* :::without thinking::: Feel?  In the terms of human 

Cdr Sullivan: anatomy... I feel when an outside source stimulates my 

Cdr Sullivan: ganglion, which sends messages to my brain center and 

Cdr Sullivan: depending on the nature of the stimuli, determines the effect 

Cdr Sullivan: of the sensation... whether it be pleasure or pain.

Cdr Sullivan: :::tappity taps::::

Boreth: ::nods to him::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::hides a smirk::

Belle9898: ::suddenly wishes Ral was with her but not being able to move as she is racked with sobs::

Doctor Caine: *Sullivan* ::sigh:: I'm coming up there.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::looks at the Commander funny, then looks back to his console::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* Sensors are detecting it as it passes from the ship 

Cdr Sullivan: through the hull.... by the time it reaches the hull it has 

Cdr Sullivan: dispersed too widely to get a general location of its point of 

Cdr Sullivan: origin.

CWO FitzGerald: ::Works silently, not even humming like she usually does, simply working single mindedly::

Doctor Caine: :::moves to Sickbay entrance:::  Fitz, Sickbay is yours.  i'll be 

Doctor Caine: on the bridge.

Boreth: ::perplexed look appears on his face::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods::  Aye sir.

Cdr Sullivan: :::mutters something about someone being classified as a 

Cdr Sullivan: pain::::

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Doctor Caine: :::stares at her for a moment, before he leaves:::

Doctor Caine: ::::waits for turbolift:::

Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Zuri::: We're trying to get a fix on it, sir.

Lt Jg Chloe: ::stands and paces... not being able to concentrate, moves to her small rep and orders

Lt jg Zinthys: ::taps:: +All Sec teams+ Attention all security teams. There is an energy pulse radiating 

Doctor Caine: ::::TL doors open...to find Belle in the lift:::

Boreth: ::tries thinking of ideas to find the energy source::

Belle9898: ::the sobs begin to taper off ::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Could it have anything to do with that Ferengi intruder earlier?

Lt Jg Chloe: herself a coffee, hoping it will perk her up::

Lt jg Zinthys: from the ship itself, and we need to pin it down.

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods::  Good, I want zat taken care of immediately.

Doctor Caine: :::kneels next to her::: Belle?

Cdr Sullivan: :::looks at Zinthys:::: Could it?

Belle9898: ::looks up with tear streaked eyes to see the ship's doctor staring at her::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::taps on his console:: I am sending you the info have on it currently. We ned an exact 

Cdr Sullivan: <<Great.... Caine has women falling at his feet sobbing.... 

Cdr Sullivan: what are we saying?>>

Lt jg Zinthys: location. Good luck.

Belle9898: ::can't really talk just keeps sobbing::

Doctor Caine: :::he scans her with the Feinberger, and then touches her 

Doctor Caine: face:::  What is wrong?

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Looks up at Suli:: Bet on it.

Doctor Caine: <<That happens when the can't get away fast enough>>

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::frowns, doesn't like not knowing what's the matter with his ship::

Cdr Sullivan: ::::returns to her seat, a pensive look gracing her features::::

Cdr Sullivan: Captain?

Lt jg Zinthys: <<Hey, Commander. Thinker pose?>>

Belle9898: ::tries to talk between sobs:: fath... Fryna... captain...reprt...

Cdr Sullivan: <<:::puts her elbow on her knee and rests her forehead on 

Cdr Sullivan: her fist::::>>

Boreth: I might be able to configure a tricorder to try to locate the entity?

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Da, XO?

Lieutenant Tiran: ::motions for Boreth to follow him as he walks over to a shelf with assorted Engineering ite

Lieutenant Tiran: ms::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::takes very lng gulps of coffee, and then in moments.. has alreadyt fnished it::

Doctor Caine: :::stands, gently helps her to her feet::: Come with me, Belle.

Lt jg Zinthys: ::taps:: +Tiran+ Ral, can you send out a few engineers to look around?

Boreth: ::follows Tiran::

Belle9898: ::allows Caine to pick her up and goes with him::

Lt jg Zinthys: They'd be more suited to find this pulse than my security crews would.

Cdr Sullivan: Do you not find it strange that the pulse is eminating from 

Cdr Sullivan: the the ship and radiating outward?

CWO FitzGerald: ::Finishes the supply invoices, her hands balling into fists again::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Zinthys* My thoughts exactly. Getting ready to send Boreth and myself out

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Da, I find zat verra strange... could it be a beacon of some sort?

Lt jg Zinthys: +Tiran+ Good thinking. Allen out.

Cdr Sullivan: Zinthys.... get some of your men to engineering...

Lieutenant Tiran: ::to Boreth:: Take whatever you think we'll need, we're going to start looking for it

Lt jg Zinthys: Aye, Commander.

Doctor Caine: :::re-enters sickbay with Belle:::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* Engineering...

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Engineering here

Doctor Caine: :::to Chloe and Fitz::::  Doctors, if you would, please?

Lt jg Zinthys: ::taps on his console:: Security team 3, head to ME. Now.

Boreth: ::takes a tricorder and some other small equipment::

Lt Jg Chloe: ::hears the Sickbay doors, and sees Caine with Belle, sets her mug down and walks out:: 

CWO FitzGerald: ::turns too quickly to the TL doors, adjusting her hair, flexing her hands::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::grabbing assorted cases with different instruments::

Lt Jg Chloe: What's wrong.. Caine? Belle?

Lt jg Zinthys: Captain, I was thinking the same thing. If it is a beacon, we'd be like a huge target...

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Yellow Alert!

Doctor Caine: I found her in the Turbolift.

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* Follow me for a moment here.... if we are in effect 

Cdr Sullivan: transmitting some sort of beacon and cannot locate its 

Cdr Sullivan: source... could it be utilizing some sort of cloaking device?

Belle9898: ::finally silent but tears keep falling and really can't say a thing::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Walks up, standing behind Chloe, hands behind her back::


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Doctor Caine: ::::gently places Belle with Chloe and Fitz:::  Please care for 

Doctor Caine: her.  I feel I'm needed on the bridge.

Doctor Caine: This is, perhaps, better between women, if you'll forgive me.

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Very likely, from what I know of that intruder, my plan is to investigate the 

Lieutenant Tiran: deck he was on, unless you have another plan?

Lt Jg Chloe: ::nods, looking with concern at Belle, remembering their counseling session::

Lt Jg Chloe: Belle? ::quietly:: Can you tell me what's wrong?

Cdr Sullivan: right here... get every possible man on the job, include 

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* I want a sweep of the entire ship....  zomething is not 

Cdr Sullivan: security.

Belle9898: ::looks to Chloe and has a glazed look in her eyes::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::the displeasure on his face is apparent from miles away::

Doctor Caine: :::impulsively touches Fitz's shoulder, feels the tension:::

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran* Every INCH of this ship, Tiran.

Lieutenant Tiran: *Sullivan* Understood sir, what deck did the intruder leave on?

Cdr Sullivan: :::runs a finger around the inside of her collar:::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Her entire body is tense, the stress phsyically manifesting itself::

Boreth: :;hears the forcefull tone of the Commander's voice::

Doctor Caine: :::quietly:::  Perhaps we can talk later, Fitz.

Lt Jg Chloe: ::looks directly in her eyes:: (q) C'mon Belle,... focus on me eyes.. you can tell me 

Lt Jg Chloe: anything;

CWO FitzGerald: ::Nods::  Thank you, sir...

Cdr Sullivan: *Tiran*  I believe, and check with Zinthys for confirmation... 

Cdr Sullivan: that the intruder entered and left through the Senior Officer's 

Cdr Sullivan: Quarters deck::::

Cdr Sullivan: ...

Lieutenant Tiran: *Zinthys* Allen, what deck did the intruder leave from?

Doctor Caine: :::remembering what he told Fitz awhile back:::  Your life is 

Doctor Caine: precious, too.

Belle9898: ::begins to sbnap out of it and sees Chloe:: Chloe...mmmyyy..fath...captian...report...

Cdr Sullivan: :::in a quiet aside to Zuri::: We'll get it, sir....  I told you you 

Cdr Sullivan: can't trust those Techs.

Lt jg Zinthys: +Tiran+ Senior Officer Quarters. Deck 6 <I believe>

Doctor Caine: :::leaves the sickbay for the bridge:::

Lieutenant Tiran: *Zinthys* Thanks and good luck

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: Da.  We hed better get it. 

Lt jg Zinthys: +Tiran+ Oh, and there's already two security squads there. I was using them in case another 

Lt Jg Chloe: ::listening, trying to make out what she is saying:: (q) Shh.. calm down.. say it slowly, 

Lt Jg Chloe: Belle.

Lt jg Zinthys: emergency popped up, but you can take 'em if you need 'em.

Boreth: ::pondering thoughts of what the energy souce could be::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Smiles:: Good luck, Ral.

Lieutenant Tiran: *Zinthys* Thanks, can use all the help we can get

Lt jg Zinthys: +Tiran+ I believe it.

Belle9898: ::takes a shuddering breath:: Myy....Father...Frynal,.....Report....

Cdr Sullivan: :::gives Zinthys the patented *If I lose my head, you lose 

Cdr Sullivan: yours* look::::

Doctor Caine: :::enters the bridge:::

CWO FitzGerald: ::Listens, trying t take a compassionate stance::

CWO FitzGerald: to*

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Misses the Commander's look as he focuses on LR scanners, in case it is a beacon::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::to all personnel in Engineering:: We are searching for a device which is radiating a 

Lieutenant Tiran: signal from the ship, if you find it, contact me,

Lieutenant Tiran: DO NOT TOUCH IT WITHOUT ME!!!

Cdr Sullivan: :::nerves send impulses to the brain which translate the 

Cdr Sullivan: incoming messages as *pain alert*::::

Lt Jg Chloe: Your father... some report? A report about your father?

Doctor Caine: :::waits patiently for Sullivan:::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ::drums his fingers on the arm of his chair pointedly::

Nycutie125: click here

Belle9898: ::closes her eyes, feeling so tired wishing Ral was 

Belle9898: with her but knowing he was in the middle of a 

Belle9898: crisi himself...

Lieutenant Tiran: Break up into groups and start searching all decks except 6, I shall be searching that one 

Cdr Sullivan: <<Second word, third syllable....>>

Lieutenant Tiran: myself

Belle9898: nods::

Boreth: Do you want me to accompany you sir?

Lieutenant Tiran: ::still seeing them in front of him, not moving:: GO!!!

Lieutenant Tiran: ::turns to Boreth:: Yes, your with me

Lt Jg Chloe: Okay.. ::tries to smile reassuringly:: We're making progress... what was the report about, 

Lt Jg Chloe: Belle?

Belle9898: <<Ohhh ..so forceful>>

Boreth: ::nods:: I am ready when you are sir.

Cdr Sullivan: Sir.... may I suggest that we seek some sort of *cover* in 

Cdr Sullivan: order to mask the signal that is making us a giant bullseye in 

Belle9898: <<:-)>>

Cdr Sullivan: space:::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::turns and walks toward the TL, gadgets in hand::

Boreth: ::follows with gadgets as well::

Belle9898: ::sighs hoping she won't start crying agin, feels as if 

Cpt AC Zuriyev: Da, a good suggestion... perhaps a gas giant planet or a nebula.

Belle9898: she lost her parents all over again::

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Cdr Sullivan: :::sees Caine and without a word, stands and crosses next to 

Cdr Sullivan: him expectantly:::

Lieutenant Tiran: ::steps into the TL, waiting for Boreth::

Cdr Sullivan: Zinthys..... anything nearby?

Boreth: :;steps in after him::

Lt jg Zinthys: ::Narrows his eyes:: But we don't know what kind of a signal it's emitting. It could be 

Lt jg Zinthys: useless, sir.

Lieutenant Tiran: Deck 6

Lt Jg Chloe: Take your time,...okay? We're all here for you. 

Belle9898: Report from SFL stating they found my father who 

Belle9898: just happens to be Frynal, the terrioist, he 

CWO FitzGerald: ::Looks to Chloe::  It has something to do with...  ::Looks to Belle, shakes her head, 

Belle9898: dead::starts talking really quickly::

CWO FitzGerald: whispers to Chloe::

Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++PAUSE SIM++PAUSE SIM+++

Cpt AC Zuriyev: ++PAUSE SIM++++PAUSE SIM++

Cpt AC Zuriyev: +++PAUSE SIM++PAUSE SIM+++