You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Chloe Tiernee has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
Chloe Tiernee: Hey, Allen. :)
Lt Allen Zinthys: Hello, doctors
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Greetings.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: "It is better to be a live jackal than a dead lion. But it's better still to be a live lion. And usually easier." -- Lazarus Long
Chloe Tiernee: ::blink::
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: Hello everyone!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: En taro Adun!
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
Lt JG Axelalexa has entered the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Flying Atomic Megaton Wedgie!! <<leaps into the air, grabs Zuriyev's underwear, pulls it all the way up over the admiral's head>>
CounselorTempest: Hey Syd! Hi Zuriyev!
Lt JG Axelalexa: What?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Hello Axe!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::casually kills Shaeffer::
CounselorTempest: ::watches Shaeffer and Zuriyev:: Interesting. I think you both need psychological help.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<does that cool Alucard "you can't hurt me because my cape is pulled across my body" thing>>
Chloe Tiernee: Yes, they do. But I sort of like them crazy like that. ;)
CounselorTempest: Hmm. Good point. ;-)
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Crazy? Who?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Sees the two being interesting::
Lt Belle Carver has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: Belle! Wow! Hi!
Lt Belle Carver: ::hugs Rachel:: Hey you.. Long Time no see..
Chloe Tiernee: BELLE! ::hug::
CounselorTempest: Yes, I know!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room. A room with rats. Rubber rats! I hate rats!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: They make me crazy! Crazy? I was crazy once. They put me in a room...
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Greetings, Belle.
Lt Belle Carver: CHLOE!! ::hugs Chloe::
Ensign Digo has entered the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ATTENTION ON DECK!
Lt Belle Carver: Hello..
CounselorTempest: Iiiiiiiit's Timmy! ::hugs Timmy::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::AA::
CounselorTempest: ::attn::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@a::
Lt Belle Carver: ::aa::
Ensign Digo: ::AA::
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<::Taps his timmy to do one damage to Watcher for being absent::>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::AA:: <<Still reading all those logs!>>
CounselorTempest: <<There are some who call me... Tim?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, first a quick announcement - congratulations to Chloe for winning February's Log of the Month, her series "Home Is Where the Heart Is".
Chloe Tiernee: ::yay me::
Ensign Digo: <<Crap...Did I get logs at the Digo addess?? I haven't checked it>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Rah rah sis-boom-bah! Goooooo Chloe!!
Lt Belle Carver: Tay.. Chloe..
CounselorTempest: <<I sent one to newlesson, sorry -- forgot to update the string>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<We still have you at NewLesson@aol.com - is that wrong?>>
Lt Belle Carver: ::meant Yah.. all that history has got to me!>>
Ensign Digo: <<<Either is fine. I just need to know where things are going.... I haven't seen anything in a week or so>>
Chloe Tiernee: <<brb>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<IM me with the other one and I'll make the updates.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Ohmigod Belle's here!! No more steering the ship for me. Hi, BTW>>
CounselorTempest: <<Belle, weren't you getting married?>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<IRL?>>
CounselorTempest: <<Yes.>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<GOD No.. Men suck>>
Lt Belle Carver: :-)
Lt Belle Carver: <<No offense.. guys.. >>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<None taken.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, all right, all right... let's get this show on the road.
Chloe Tiernee: <<back>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<Hi Zynthis.. thanks for holding my job!! :-)>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Orders, SIR!!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Stand by for the brief...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Shore leave is over; all Atlantis personnel are to return aboard ship immediately. A major crisis has occurred - an apparent attack by the Federation on a Romulan industrial military facility, resulting in huge damage to the long term capabilites of the Romulan Empire.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Woohoo!!!>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<YEAH US!>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Oh God.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<::cattleprods Allen and Syd::>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<We're going to bloody DIE.>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<::is cattleprodded::>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<This is what happens when George W. Bush is elected High Chancellor of the Federation!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Questions? Comments? Smart-assed remarks?
Lt JG Axelalexa: What's the crisis?
Lt Allen Zinthys: And Taryn isn't even here.
CounselorTempest: <<Don't even joke, Shaeffer.>>
Lt Belle Carver: ::smirks keeping her smart-ass remarks to herself::
CounselorTempest: My ass isn't very smart, sorry.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::on his way from his cabin to Science::
CounselorTempest: ::in her office, having returned from the Soyuz and her sojourn with the Admiral::
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<::managed to combine smart-ass remark with a question, thus demonstrating his talents::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::on board Starbase One, in a meeting with several other Admirals::
CounselorTempest: ::finishing up the last touches on her initial report on what she plans to do regarding the mental health of the ship::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<or lack thereof>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::hoping Atlantis better be ready to depart when he gets there::
CounselorTempest: ::refuses to allow anyone but the rear admiral to see the plans::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::In main science, going through thesis and synthesis::
Chloe Tiernee: ::in Sickbay, in her office::
Lt Belle Carver: ::transports onto the Atlantis with Tarin and heads to her long abandoned quarters:: I wonder if my plants were ever watered?
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<Hey! Who's crazy?>>
Ensign Digo: ::Making his/her way to Sickbay for first duty shift aboard Atlantis::
CounselorTempest: ;::finishes the report and tucks it away in a highly secure place <<in a locked bathroom stall marked BEWARE THE TIGER>>::
Ensign Digo: ::With much courage-filled fear and anticipation
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Arrives on the bridge and effortlessly slides into his position at Tactical::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::Arrives in science with a HUGE stack of paperwork- all in his own longhand- dumps it at his data terminal and immediately begins running simulations in computer space::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::storms out, arguing with another RAdm and a FCpt::
CounselorTempest: ::starts to head to the bridge, then decides she could use a shower to get her hair free of all that lovely sea salt::
CounselorTempest: ::returns to her quarters::
Chloe Tiernee: ::working on some reports she needed to get done::
Chloe Tiernee: ::feeling refreshed from leave::
Lt Belle Carver: Drops her and Tarin's things in her quarters and heads towards to the Daycare aboard the ship to leave Tarin there::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::blows off the other two flag officers and heads aboard Atlantis::
CounselorTempest: ::takes a quick sonic shower:;
Lt Belle Carver: ::enters TL:: Deck 8
CounselorTempest: ::rifles through her wardrobe deciding, for once, not to wear a flannel::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::arrives on the bridge::
CounselorTempest: ::throws on a tan sweat set with embroidered roses along the edge of the cardigan and her trademark pair of slightly dulled bluejeans::
CounselorTempest: ::tangles her hair into a quick bun, not bothering to fuss with the strands of hair that escape the arrangement, and ducks out of her apartment feeling somewhat refreshed::
Lt Belle Carver: ::steps onto the deck and heads towards the daycare center.. drops Tarin off and watches as he is carried away by a very nice nanny, turns and heads to the TL::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: +Axelalexa+ Lieutenant, do you have a moment?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::storms right into the ready room::
Lt Belle Carver: ::waits for the TL and sniffs back the tears for this is the first time being away froim her 3 month old son::
Lt Belle Carver: ::enters the TL:: Bridge
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Phil+ I have 3.52523 hours. ::continues working:: Do you need something?
CounselorTempest: ::returns to the bridge, fetches a quick padd from a replicator and sits in her chair::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Going over all his weapons systems a few times, making sure nobody messed with his guns, barely noticing the admiral's entrance and exit::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: +Axe+ Blame it on my inexperience, but I don't understand these news reports. I can't understand why the Federation attacked the Romulans... I thought we were more-or-less at peace?
Ensign Digo: ::Arrives at Sickbay, marvels at the beauty of the beings bustling about him/here
Chloe Tiernee: ::stands up, reports in hand, ready to go file them::
Chloe Tiernee: ::steps out of her office, into the Main Sickbay area::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Watches as a vial suddenly violently shakes, explodes, and creates a small cloud of green gas:: Oops. ::Presses a button to have the probably noxious gas removed::
Lt Belle Carver: ::enters the Bridge and heads towards her station.. Helm.. Feeling a bit aprehensive about being back on the Atlantis::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::eyes water from the toxic gas, and Phil backs away slightly::
CounselorTempest: ::tries to remember the last time she had an encounter with a Romulan::
Lt Belle Carver: ::slips into her seat unnoticed::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::looks over at Phil, decides not to hit his badge:: Well, we are.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::storms back out onto the bridge::
Lt JG Axelalexa: In fact, the attack seems highly irrational.
CounselorTempest: ::quickly reads up on the recent diplomatic history, refreshing her memory::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: My thoughts exactly.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Are we ready to leave? ::to anyone::
Chloe Tiernee: ::goes to a nearby console, filing the reports into the main computer::
Lt JG Axelalexa: I think it's because mammal brains might be faulty at the root. I haven't done enough tests to find evidence of this, though.
Lt Belle Carver: Aye, Captian.. we are set to go:: Belle says confidently::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I... think I agree with you, sir.
Ensign Digo: +Chloe+ Dr. Tiernee. My name is Ensign Digo ::reaches out hand:: I understand this to be your customary greeting?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::remembers that it was mammals that decided to make a bunch of genetically engineered monsters::
Lt Allen Zinthys: They reloaded the torpedo tubes. What was wrong with the ones that were already in there. They worked fine... <etc, etc, etc...>
CounselorTempest: ::tucks the padd away and readies herself, poised, to be consulted::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Get clearance from the dockmaster and take us toward the spacedoors, one quarter impulse power.
Lt Belle Carver: Already done, sir.. heading to the space doors as we speak..
CounselorTempest: ::watches Belle closely::
Lt Belle Carver: ::smiles.. loves the feel of the moving ship beneath her feet once again..::
CounselorTempest: ::thinks her naggingly familiar::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks up at actually see somebody at HOps and, not recognizing Belle from the back, shrugs and goes back to his work::
Chloe Tiernee has left the room.
CounselorTempest: <<Belle, are you the same Belle who was on the Atlantis during Blackthorne's reign? Or did you restart the characteR?>>
Ensign Digo: <<Guess I scared her away>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<same one.. I think.. it has been soo long :-)>>
Chloe Tiernee has entered the room.
Chloe Tiernee: <<Argh.. punted.>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<go with same one>>
Chloe Tiernee: << Who was talking to me again?>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::returns to his simulations::
CounselorTempest: ::glances at the woman's profile::
Ensign Digo: <<Me.... and erase the comm badge thingie. that was an ccident>>
Chloe Tiernee: << Gotcha>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::blinks, just now noticing Digo:: Oh! I didn't see you there...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches as Atlantis clears the spacedoors::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Lieutenant Carver, set course for the Romulan Neutral Zone. Warp eight.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Continues working on various experiments::
Lt Belle Carver: ::begins to get the main reports and watches as they clear the space doors heading out into the deep unkown::
CounselorTempest: ::hears the woman's name and realizes it is the same helm/operations officer as they had aboard the Atlantis before::
Lt Belle Carver: Aye, Captian.. ::sets the course:: All set captain, on your mark, sir..
CounselorTempest: I didn't realize any of the crew from the old Atlantis had stayed...except for Suli...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Execute.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Smiles upon hearing that, knowing that the neutral zone is always good for action if you're more than a patrol ship::
Lt Belle Carver: Aye, sir ::hits the go fast button on the comm::
Chloe Tiernee: ::eyes the new person:: .. can I help you with something?
Lt Belle Carver: And away we go:: Belle mutters under her breathLL
Lt Belle Carver: ::
Ensign Digo: I'm sorry, doctor. I was simply intorducing myself as we will be working together. ::Still hiolding out hand::
Lt Belle Carver: ::makes a note to go see Chloe when she can.. Chloe would want to see little Tarin::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Mutters under his breath, ignoring everybody else now, as he looks at the shield diagnostics::
Chloe Tiernee: ::gets a blank look on her face, then shakes her head, then takes his hand, shaking it:: I'm sorry! I'm incredible scatterbrained today... nice to meet you... um.. ::waits for his name::
Chloe Tiernee: ::has a thick irish accent, just too lazy to type it::
Ensign Digo: I am Ensign Digo, doctor
Lt Allen Zinthys: <brb>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Lt.Carver, summon all of the department heads and anyone else they want with them from their departments to the conference room.
Ensign Digo: <<Digo is androgynous... sorta. Just use him/her>>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::completes preliminary analysis, begins analysis of disruptor beams and effects::
Chloe Tiernee: << Ah, gotcha.>>
Ensign Digo: <<It'll make more sense when my bio finally gets posted>>
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Lt Belle Carver: Aye, sir..::sends the summons of command performance to the Ready Room in Five minutes.. Bring an audience ::
Chloe Tiernee: Very nice to meet you, Digo. I'm Chloe Tiernee.. I'm sorta running things for the moment here..
Chloe Tiernee: Have you been on the ship long?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Conference room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <b>
Lt Belle Carver: <<Meant Conference Room>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Cool.>>
Lt Belle Carver: ::downloads the reports onto a PAdd and hands them to the Captain before he leaves the bridge.:: Reports, sir..
Ensign Digo: I boarded just after shore leave. I feel great fear and anticipation to be working with such a beautifully diverse group of beings
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::takes the PADD and enters the conference room::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Despite being on the bridge, only notices the call when a large screen pops up on his console. Finds both his underlings conspicously absent::
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
Chloe Tiernee: I am sure you will do great... ::gets the summons from a passing nurse:: (q) Ready Room? Darn. ::turns to Digo:: In fact ... you are in charge for a bit.. you think you can handle that?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::waits impatiently for everyone to arrive::
CounselorTempest: ::edits into the conference room::
Chloe Tiernee: I have to go to the Ready Room for important business.
Lt Belle Carver: ::slids back into the chair at the helm and begins her daily work. ::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<That's the conference room, by the way.>>
Ensign Digo: I see. I enjoued meeting you doctor.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Downloads all his neccessary data to a PADD and walks to the conference room::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Notices the "Department heads go to Conference room" flashing sign:: Ah. ::uses Syd's incredible laziness to appear in the conference room without walking there::
Ensign Digo: I look forward to our time together
CounselorTempest: ::crosses her legs and leans back in one of the chairs::
Chloe Tiernee: As do I. ::smiles brightly, and grabs a padd, nodding to Digo and heading straight to the RR::
Lt Belle Carver: <<Chloe.. Conference Room>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::moves a chair out of his way and stands at the table::
Chloe Tiernee: << Oh, whatever. :P>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::magic edits.. Conference Room, darnit::
Lt Belle Carver: ::eases back into the habit of running things when everyone else leaves her there::
Lt Belle Carver: <:-P>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::TL moves at the speed of light, exits, enters CR and finds a seat fast::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Takes up a seat a few chairs down from the head, still looking at the data on the PADD now and muttering to himself::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I trust you all have seen the news.
CounselorTempest: ::nods soberly::
Chloe Tiernee: ::shifts in the seat, trying to get comfortable::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::although he hasn't seen it, he heard about it from Phil, and thus he nods, with only a slight worry about his inaccuracy::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Just in case you've been somewhere with no connection to the outside on your shore leave, we have apparently attacked a major Romulan military manufacturing facility.
CounselorTempest: ::sees the Draknor and stares at it -- subtly -- fascinated::
Lt Belle Carver: ::slids out of the Helm position and heads over to the sensors checking them::
Ensign Digo: ::Walks around sickbay taking in the beutiful ugliness of the place. Once again marvels at the divine, earthly nature of the universe and its beings.::
Chloe Tiernee: ::raises her brows slightly::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Ears perk up::
CounselorTempest: <<Only humans are earthly. Romulans, for instance, are romulusly.>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::is buggy::
Chloe Tiernee: <<::snicker::>>
Chloe Tiernee: <<::is just weird::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We are on our way to Romulan space to investigate.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<no, actually, humans would be terranly by your reckoning>>
CounselorTempest: <<No, you look more carriagey to me>>
Lt Belle Carver: ::heads to tac and make sure alls well over there::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::Suddenly looks around and notices he's alone in Science. The corner of his mouth quirks up in a ragged grin, and he whispers, "Mine, mine, it's all mine!" and laughs silently for a moment before returning to work::
Ensign Digo: <<I knoe, I know... help me find another word and I'll use it>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<lol!>>
Chloe Tiernee: << Boring?>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<Worldly?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::hands out PADDs from a pile he's readied::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Hand in air::
Chloe Tiernee: ::takes a padd as it is passed to her, looking at it with wide blue-green eyes::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Here is all of the information we have so far on the attack. Apparently an old Miranda-class starship self destructed in the center of the complex, on destruct one mode.
Lt Belle Carver: ::heads to the Ops station and double checks the info coming in on their latest mission::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Mr. Zinthys?
Lt Allen Zinthys: What reason have we to believe that Starfleet did not do this?
Ensign Digo: <<It's a longterm problem w/ writing my character, b/c he/she is supposed to be attracted to that element that connects all beings and makes them....sypmathetic... Usually, we call that "human".... doesn't work in this context?>>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Because Starfleet is denying involvement.
Lt Belle Carver: <<don't they always??>>
Chloe Tiernee: (q) Not surprising..
Lt Allen Zinthys: <m> naturally. Offically or otherwise?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Officially.
CounselorTempest: What's your personal opinion of the situation, Admiral?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::nods::
CounselorTempest: Do you think that Starfleet had involvement or not?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Rules of Diplomatic Conduct: #1. Deny Everything. #2. Repeat as necessary.>>
CounselorTempest: <<This isn't the current TFC plot is it?>>
Chloe Tiernee: << LOL!>>
Lt Belle Carver: <<sounds like the CIA :--)>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I have no opinion as of yet.
CounselorTempest: No instinct, even?
Ensign Digo: <<TFC??>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<The Federation Council>>
CounselorTempest: <<The Federation Council. It's a sim where they pretend to be the ruling body of the federation. Ahem.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Not really. There is not enough data to really tell.
Lt Belle Carver: ::heads over to helm humming under her breath the latest lullaby she had just learned while sifting through data:
CounselorTempest: So we are left with no alternative but to behave as though Starfleet really was uninvolved... will we be launching our own investigations into the matter?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Mildly glares at Rainbird::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We are the official investigation.
Chloe Tiernee: ::listening intently to what people are saying::
Lt Belle Carver: ::smiles as she remembers she is going back to her old self in some ways.. especially humming songs in sickbay::
CounselorTempest: But will it be a sincere investigation? Or shall we merely support Starfleet?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We will do what we must to avert a war.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Is there any proof that it was an old Miranda class vessel?
CounselorTempest: ::turns to Zinthys and smiles at him mouthing "I like your haircut"::
CounselorTempest: <<Don't glare at me. I'll compliment you.>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Wonders how Allen's hair is cut...::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: According to the data provided by the Romulans.
Chloe Tiernee: << ::wonders that too::>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<Go with something really weird so she'll look crazy! Then we'll have a crazy counselor!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, you'll be coordinating with the security from the "escort" we'll be getting through Romulan space.
CounselorTempest: <<Syd, you know me -- you already do>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<oh, that's right>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::crosses her arms, leaning back in the chair more::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Joy.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Dr. Tiernee, medical should be investigating the forensic evidence left at the scene. Grisly, but necessary.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Dry and dripping sarcasm
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::
Lt Belle Carver: ::notices that they are nearing "The Zone" and hits her comm badge::
CounselorTempest: <<::hands Zinthy's a towel to clean himself up with;:>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: Why was a Miranda class vessel in the middle of a major Romulan industrial center?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Axelalexa, Science should be doing the general research... just see what you can come up with.
Chloe Tiernee: ::nods slowly;:
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<ips on her::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Apparently they used a cloaking device.
Lt Belle Carver: +Admiral+ Carver to Admiral
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<::Drips on her::>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<err, what, not why>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That is all I can figure.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Carver+ Zuriyev here.
Lt Belle Carver: +Admiral+ Sorry to interuppt sir.. we are approaching the Romulan Demilitrized Zone
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Carver+ All stop at the border.
Lt Belle Carver: +Admiral+ Aye sir.. ::begins to slow them down::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::body leans in a bit closer to the desk, in what would be obvious to any other draknor sign of irritation, but giving non-draknors the impression that Axe might be about the up-chuck all over the desk::
Nuo Jtar has entered the room.
Nuo Jtar: Romulan Warbird >> Decloaks off starboard bow
Lt Belle Carver: ::belle heard her voice go over confidently not like how she was before.. scared of her own voice::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Yes, Nuo is involved here.>>
Chloe Tiernee: <<brb>>
Nuo Jtar: Romulan Warbird>> ::Hails the Atlantis::
Lt Belle Carver: +Admiral+ Admiral you better come quick.. Romulan Warbird just uncloaked ahead of us and is hailing
Lt Belle Carver: ::can feel her adrenaline begin to pump into overtime, stops the Atlantis and begins reinforcing shields::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Meeting dismissed. Get to work.
Chloe Tiernee: <<back>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::runs to the bridge::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::notices the energy drain, wonders what's going on::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Put them on screen.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::assumes his most Admiralish pose::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads to the bridge and resumes his post at Tac::
Lt Belle Carver: Aye Sir.. ::puts the hail on screen::
CounselorTempest: ::follows the admiral to the bridge and sits::
Chloe Tiernee: ::stands, taking the padd and moving towards the lift::
CounselorTempest: ::following the Admiral's example, assumes a Counselorish position::
Nuo Jtar: ::onscreen:: Commanding officer of the Atlantis: This is Lieutenant Nuo J'tar of the Romulan Star Empire Diplomatic Corp. Be advised that you are about to enter the Demilitarized Zone.
CounselorTempest: ::manages to accomplish this even without the help of a leather couch!
Lt Belle Carver: ::lol ::
Chloe Tiernee: ::enters lift:: Sickbay.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Resists all his urges to blast to warbird to hell and back::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: This is the USS Atlantis, Rear Admiral A.C. Zuriyev commanding. You are to be our escort?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::edits back to main science::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Manages to not even sneer to badly::
Nuo Jtar: Yes, sir. Her August Majesty the Empress grants you permission to enter the Neutral Zone and investigate the attack on our facility, provided I am allowed to board and act as diplomatic liason.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Axelalexa, what's going on?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Board? That was not part of the agreement.
Lt JG Axelalexa: We're investigating the attack.
Chloe Tiernee: ::lift stops and re-enters Sickbay::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Already beginning to think of how easy it would be to take him hostage::
Lt JG Axelalexa: We're researching. ::Tilts head:: Which should be obvious.
Lt Belle Carver: ::sits in her seat poised for the attack, not liking this message at all::
Nuo Jtar: I'm sorry, Admiral, but my orders were quite clear. I am to board the Atlantis and prevent any... misunderstandings... between our peoples.
CounselorTempest: ::sends a message to the Admiral on the arm of his chair asking to be the Romulan's personal liaison::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks at the screen for a long moment::
Chloe Tiernee: ::goes into her office, putting the padd down and glances about Sickbay::
Nuo Jtar: I can understand your hesitation in having an... alien aboard your ship, but I assure you that your progress into our Empire will not be allowed otherwise.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Agreed. In the interests of peace, I shall allow this.
Lt Belle Carver: ::shivers remembering her past but tries to put it in the back of her mind::
Nuo Jtar: ::smiling:: I am pleased to hear that, sir. I will provide beaming coordinates; please engage transit beam in five Terran minutes.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Organizes a two-person "escort" for the ambassdor aboard the Atlantis::
Lt Belle Carver: ::prepares the beam coordinates::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Agreed.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Has the two head to the TR::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::turns away and motions to Belle to cut the comm::
Lt Belle Carver: ::cuts the comm::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::fuming::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::sits::
Chloe Tiernee: ::leans against a console, crosses her arms and exhales a long breath::
CounselorTempest: ::smiles soothingly at the Admiral::
CounselorTempest: This isn't the end of the world.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks down at his chair arm to see the message::
CounselorTempest: It can even be used to our advantage -- I'd like to repeat my request to be the Romulan's liaison while he's onboard.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: It might be the end of this quadrant of the galaxy if we do not fix this.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Puts his hand in front of his mouth and loudly mutters about backstabbing cultures::
CounselorTempest: And we will fix it.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: And da, you shall be the liason to the Romulan. Ensure to his... comfort.
Lt Belle Carver: ::hears Allen mutter and tries to hide a snicker behind her hand::
Ensign Digo: Doctor, you seem perturbed? Did your meeting not run smoothly?
Chloe Tiernee: ::glances over at Digo:: Oh, it ran fine. Just the situation at hand.. I have a bad feeling about things to come..
Chloe Tiernee: ..perhaps I am just being .. paranoid.
CounselorTempest: Yes, Admiral. I will.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Chloe? Paranoid? Never.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, I want him to have an armed escort at all times.
Chloe Tiernee: << :P>>
Ensign Digo: No emotion is ever without merit, dr. I am one who trusts in an ultimate vision of justice for the Universe.... But perhaps things will get much worse before they get better.
Lt Belle Carver: :sends the Counslers the Romulans Guest Quarters number to her PADD::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Already done, sir. The first duo is awaiting him in the transporter room.
Ensign Digo: Is there anything I can do to lighten your load?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Counselor, you're with me.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks to the TL::
Chloe Tiernee: ::smiles lightly:: No, I'll be fine.. how are things around here? I assume all was quiet while I was gone..
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, you have the bridge.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Do not start any wars while I am gone.
CounselorTempest: ::follows the Admiral::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I'll do my bets.
Lt Belle Carver: ::will begint he beam over when they reach the TR::
Lt Allen Zinthys: best*
Ensign Digo: Yes, doctor. All was quiet.
Chloe Tiernee: Tell me.. how did you get into medicine? ::likes to know about her fellow medical officers::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::enters the TL:: Transporter room one.
Nuo Jtar: ::beams aboard::
Nuo Jtar: ::Salutes smartly:: Permission to come aboard, Admiral?
CounselorTempest: ::stands regally, poised, and touches up her hasty coiffure::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::arrives just in time to meet Jtar::
Lt Belle Carver: That's wierd:: mutters under her breath::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::returns the salute:: Granted. Welcome aboard the Atlantis. This is Counselor Tempest Rainbird; she'll be your liason and see to your comfort during your stay here.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Prefers to command from his tactical station, and so leaves the co's seat unoccupied::
Lt Belle Carver: ::makes a note in the TR log that it went without her hitting the Transporter button::
Nuo Jtar: ::speaks impeccable English with just a hint of a British accent:: I thank you, and I am honored to board. Pleased to meet you, sir- and you, Madame Rainbird.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles winningly at Jtar:: I am honored to meet you.
Ensign Digo: My life's calling is complicated.... the full story is best saved for another day.....
Nuo Jtar: I will endeavor not to tax your duties as a host.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Besides, he needs to figure out all those .00001 nW adjustments to the phasers::
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles back, just as winningly::
CounselorTempest: Please. Nothing you could possibly ask for would be taxing. It is my privelege to stay with you and do what I can to see to your comfort.
Chloe Tiernee: Ah, I understand.. ::smiles:: Perhaps one day we can chat about it.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::doesn't mention the security goons nearby::
Ensign Digo: As an Annchin, I feel I have a special.... insight into the beauty, both inner and external, of each and every being. This understanding is what lead me to further study in Starfleet Medical.
Nuo Jtar: Would it be too much to ask, then, if I were to request a tour of the ship? At your convenience, of course.
CounselorTempest: Not at all!
Lt Belle Carver: ::begins to make the course selection to the attack place and awaits the command of the Admiral to hit the button::
CounselorTempest: Admiral?
CounselorTempest: ::smiles at the admiral, hoping he'll understand her silent cue that she has something up her sleeve::
Chloe Tiernee: That sounds wonderful.. and a good reason to become a medical officer.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::smiles as graciously as he can:: Of course, that would be fine.
Nuo Jtar: Thank you, Admiral. I would also like to meet with you and your officers at some point- but this is not urgent. I merely wish to explain a few of our custom and what will be asked of you while you are guests in Star Empire space.
Lt Belle Carver: ::has a slight suspicion in the back of her mind but puts it away for now::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: That too will be fine.
Nuo Jtar: I appreciate that, sir. I'm sure we can work out this situation to our mutual satisfaction.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles radiantly and offers her arm to Jtar:: Would you like me to show you to our guest quarters?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That is my sincere hope.
CounselorTempest: I assure you they are very spacious and quite well-suited to a man used to such luxuries as are found in the Star Empire.
Nuo Jtar: ::takes her arm gracefully:: Madam, that would be delightful.
Lt Belle Carver: ::goes about to add several "homey" touches to his quarters and then goes back to her reports::
Chloe Tiernee: <<argh...brb again!>>
Nuo Jtar: ::laughing:: But really, you do this poor Lieutenant too much honor.
CounselorTempest: So charming. Do they have courses in that in the Romulan schools? I do wish they'd implement a few at Starfleet!
CounselorTempest: No one knows how to serve a really good tea these days. ::shakes her head sadly then winks::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
CounselorTempest: ::pauses::
Lt Belle Carver: ::paws::
Nuo Jtar: ::bows slightly:: I could say the same of you! You must swear to keep your presence a secret, lest all my fellow officers desert their posts and clamor to be your guest...
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::paused::
Nuo Jtar: PAUSED
Chloe Tiernee: << Back, darnit.>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::delayed pause::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ATTENTION ON DECK!
Lt Belle Carver: ::aa::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@a::
Nuo Jtar: :aa:
Ensign Digo: ::aa::
CounselorTempest: ::Attn::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::AA::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Dr. Tiernee, front and center!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::has that "do it like it already happened" look on his face::
Chloe Tiernee: ::blink, fronts and centers:: I didn't it do it! I swear...
Chloe Tiernee: ..you can't make me talk.. I.. ::trails off, shuts up::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Silence!
Chloe Tiernee: ::eep::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::bristling:: Harm one hair on her body, you pig, and I swear I'll... ::mumble mumble mumble::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I hereby charge you with being an excellent simmer, writing excellent logs, and being dedicated to this sim! How do you plead?
Chloe Tiernee: I'm afraid I am guilty of that.. sir.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Sullivan! ::notes that she's not here:: Caine! ::dammit:: Rainbird! Get me The Box!
Chloe Tiernee: ::swallows::
CounselorTempest: All right already... ::hunts through the section of the ship labelled props and finds a little metal box with gold hinges:: Is this it?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, that is the one.
CounselorTempest: ::gives it to Zuriyev:: You should get it cleaned.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Sullivan's job, not mine.
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Prepare for punishment, Doctor!
Chloe Tiernee: ::eep!::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::gets out a nice shiny, SHARP pip::
CounselorTempest: Ooo... hey... if I have to get the box does that mean I get to have the cattle prod?
CounselorTempest: ::goes to get a cattle prod::
Chloe Tiernee: ::hopes Medical is ready with a clean up kit.. err, med kit::
Ensign Digo: ::Prepares cleanup kit::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: By the powers vested in me by some damned fool, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant on the USS Atlantis! May whatever you worship have mercy on your soul. Arrrr.... ::pips her, drawing blood::
Lt Belle Carver: <<gotta watch it.. especially if she gets that cattle prod!! >>
Chloe Tiernee: ::agh! bloody!:: Thank you.. sir.. ::passes out from loss of blood::
Ensign Digo: ::err... med kit::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: >>Not, cattleprods are mine. All of them.>>
CounselorTempest: Promotion. Such a trying ordeal. Makes you wonder why anyone writes logs at all...
CounselorTempest: ::hides the cattleprod:: Yes, sir.
Ensign Digo: ::Runs up to Chloe and does his/her medical thang::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<All these cattleprods are yours, except Europa. Use them together... Use them in peace.>>
Lt Belle Carver: ::edges away from Tempest::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That's all I have for tonight, except for that I was quite pleased at all of the logs this week! Keep it up!
Chloe Tiernee: ::saved:: Thank you, Digo!
CounselorTempest: Oooo... whistle.
CounselorTempest: ::grabs the whistle and blows it::
CounselorTempest: CREW......
CounselorTempest: DIIIIIIIIIIISSSSMIIIIIIIIIISED!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Wonders where she stole that whistle::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: The Captain liked my log? Must have sent him the "Zuri is soo k3w1" log. I meant to send the "Admiral F**khead" limerick...
Chloe Tiernee: ::snickers::
Lt Belle Carver: ::lol::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Sullivan's getting soft.
CounselorTempest: No, we just have a common bond.
Chloe Tiernee: ::never thought she'd ever see Lieutenant:: <g>
CounselorTempest: It's Old Atlantiseans versus new.
CounselorTempest: And you're on the losing side, baby. ::whistles innocently::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Force Lightnings EVERYBODY>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Hmph.
Chloe Tiernee: ::stumbles out:: Good night all.
Lt Belle Carver: ::sides with Tempest on that one lol::
Chloe Tiernee has left the room.
Lt JG Axelalexa: <<blocks the force lightning with his Star Wars Gangster Rap (2)>>
Nuo Jtar has left the room.
Lt Belle Carver: Well night all.. got that paper to finally write.. due tomorrow.. nighters
RAdm AC Zuriyev: G'night, everyone... see you next week.
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
Lt Belle Carver has left the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: G'night.
Ensign Digo: ::Wonders at the seemingly flirtatious banter of the Counselor and her boyfriend... err, commanding officer
Ensign Digo: bye
Ensign Digo has left the room.
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Lt JG Axelalexa has left the room.