You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Lt JG Axelalexa has entered the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Yo.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Hey.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Isn't the Atlantis suppposed to start now?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Yep.
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Okay.
Lt JG Axelalexa: I couldn't remember if it was 10 or 10:30.
CounselorTempest: Nice group of people!
Lt Allen Zinthys has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: So I hear that Chesh Irekat has started?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Gronk?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::nods:: Yeah. I've already really messed up.
CounselorTempest: Messed up? How?
Chloe Tiernee has entered the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: What is Chesh Irekat? Other than a horrible pun?
Lt JG Axelalexa: The ship I run...
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Ahhh.
Nuo Jtar has entered the room.
Nuo Jtar: Sorry I'm late... did I miss the extermination the pathetic humans
CounselorTempest: Hello Nuo.
CounselorTempest: ::hands Nuo an "of"::
CounselorTempest: On the house.
Nuo Jtar: OF the pathetic humans, I mean
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: 'sup Admiral Zee?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: There's a Romulan on my ship.
Nuo Jtar: and what are you going to do about it?
Nuo Jtar: ::disrupts the Admiral::
CounselorTempest: Give you more flowers?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I had thought about starting the sim.
Nuo Jtar: By the way, Counselor, thank you so much for the flowers. They were delicious.
CounselorTempest: Distract you? I'm good at distracting people.
CounselorTempest: Very good. Ask the Captain.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: OK, let's get going... Attention on Deck! ::spares everyone the whistle of doom::
CounselorTempest: ::attn::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@a::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::AA::
Nuo Jtar: :aa::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::AA::
Chloe Tiernee: ::attn::
CounselorTempest: <<When are we due to regain the presence of our fair Executive Officer?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Here's where we are: The organic remains collected have been sorted by science, and those that aren't Romulan are in sickbay, under the close scrutiny of the medical staff. Nonorganic bits and pieces have been assembled in carbo bay one. Security has been charged with making some sense of of them.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: As for Sullivan, I expect her back any week now.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Any other questions?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::hand in air::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Why do birds suddenly appear every time you draw near?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Allen?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Wouldn't that be a job better suited for engineering?
CounselorTempest: ::marks down Shaeffer as someone who would get along well at Sarah Lawrence::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Normally, but we're fresh out of Engineers tonight.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Ah
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Shaeffer is pronouncedly heterosexual, thank you.>>
CounselorTempest: <<Pity.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Sorry about that.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: OK, anything else?
Nuo Jtar: Send somebody to the 7-11 for more Engineering personnel.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Why a pity?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: In that case....
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::in science, fretting over some recent findings::
CounselorTempest: ::probably sitting on the bridge still dialoguing with Jtar::
Nuo Jtar: ::talking to the Counselor::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::sitting on the bridge annoying by the pointless dialogue between the Counselor and Jtar::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::in cargo bay one, overseeing a combinged team of secuirty crewmen and engineers that are sorting through junk::
Chloe Tiernee: ::in Sickbay, looking through piles of organic materials.. yum...::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<combined*>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::probably in science probably doing some interesting reaction. Involving ferrets and easter eggs::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::mumbling:: This just doesn't make sense...
CounselorTempest: Oh! That reminds me of theory that's quite popular in the archaeology department at Starfleet Headquarter's right now. What is it called? I can't remember. I read about it in an article a few weeks ago. The Academy Ledger.
CounselorTempest: Well, anyway, it runs along the lines that the most important moral beliefs of any society can be gleaned exclusively from their burial rights. Isn't that fascinating?
Chloe Tiernee: ::..finds the research to be a bit exhilarating, taking a sample aside:: Computer, please magnifiy. ::looks up at a panel::
Nuo Jtar: That is indeed fascinating, Counselor. Tell me of human burial customs. Some of you incinerate your dead, is that not so?
Nuo Jtar: Surely this is a punishment reserved for criminals and society's unwanted.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::tries to refrain from silencing the useless chatter::
CounselorTempest: I think it was pioneered by that professor with the grey beard you could lose squirrels in... what was his name? Murray? Murken?
Chloe Tiernee: ::raises her brows, finding the cell structures of the specimen familiar.. but not sure why::
Nuo Jtar: I am afraid I am not familiar with the gentleman you specify.
CounselorTempest: No, I don't know his exact position offhand, but I could put you in touch with him if you'd like. I'm sure he'd find it fascinating to discuss the topic with someone coming from such a different perspective.
Nuo Jtar: That would be delightful, Counselor. I would like to take this opportunity to explore human customs while I have such... liberties. Once I return to my homeworld I suspect communications will become unreliable.
CounselorTempest: it's no trouble at all. Would you care for another scone?
Nuo Jtar: Yes, please. This creamy yellow topping... what is it? It is delicious.
CounselorTempest: Custard. I think.
Lt Allen Zinthys: RSG> Lieutenant! I may have something over here!
CounselorTempest: At the very least I hope it isn't mustard.
CounselorTempest: ::orders another scone for the Rommie::
Chloe Tiernee: ::walks closer to the panel, squinting her eyes at the magnified cells:: Computer.. run a search in the medical database..bringing up every match to this cell structure.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Turns to look at the security guy and walks over to him:: What is it?
Chloe Tiernee: Computer> Working ...
Lt Allen Zinthys: RSG> Look. It's probably the largest piece intact we've found.
Nuo Jtar: I think both of our empires could benefit from a mutual trade pact, Counselor. I know our ale is an illegal but much-desired commodity in the Federation; likewise, this rich topping is like nothing I've ever sampled. May I bring some back to my Empress?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks at a pathetically small fragment of the hull:: What am I looking at?
CounselorTempest: To impress her?
Chloe Tiernee: ::taps her foot, waiting for the computer to stop::
Chloe Tiernee: Computer> ::bleeps:: Search complete. Results at console panel 28.
Nuo Jtar: ::looks at the Counselor warily:: Making friends among the higher-ranking is never a poor career move. I am certain it is so even in your ::spits the word:: democratic Federation.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::frowns::
Lt Allen Zinthys: RSG> This. ::Points to some lettering that reads "USS Lockheed"::
CounselorTempest: ::smiles even more largely as she encounters the vehement reaction, filing it away for later::
Chloe Tiernee: ::walks over to the console, peering at the results, in bright yellow computer letters:: (q) Cardassian...
Chloe Tiernee: ...hmmmm...
CounselorTempest: I'm sure we could arrange for you to return with a pot of custard...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::but turns away as he frowns to hide it::
Lt Allen Zinthys: The USS Lockheed. Hmm... Better go find out about that one.
Lt Allen Zinthys: RSG> Already did. The ship was no longer in active service.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Lieutanant, could I have a second opinion on something?
Chloe Tiernee: Computer? Are you sure these are Cardassian organic cells?
Chloe Tiernee: Computer> Affirmative.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Then what was it doing in the neutral zone?
Chloe Tiernee: ::frowns slightly, mumuring to herself:: (m)The cells don't like right to me.
Lt Allen Zinthys: RSG> That I can't tell you. What I do know is that this ship was decommissioned.
Nuo Jtar: But come, though our ideologies differ, surely we both desire peaceful and profitable coexistence?
CounselorTempest: Surely. I know we do.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::to Axe:: Lieutanant, could I have a second opinion on something?
CounselorTempest: And I can do naught but take you at your word that you desire the same. Nothing else seems logically.
Chloe Tiernee: Computer.. could the cells be from a Cardassian hybrid.. mixed with another species?
CounselorTempest: <<logical>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Looks over to Shaeffer:: Yes.
Lt JG Axelalexa: What do you need help with?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks at the RSG appreciatively:: Good job. I'll relay this information to the captain.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Walks over::
Chloe Tiernee: Computer> Negative.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Lieutenant, look at these readings. Do they indicate to you an increased level of resonant subspace particle pairs?
Chloe Tiernee: Then what is that? ::to herself::
Chloe Tiernee: Computer> Restate question.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::looks over the tests::
Chloe Tiernee: ::flails her arm:: I wasn't talking to you, computer!
CounselorTempest: If we're not accomplishing anything while here on the bridge, perhaps it would be best if you and I were to depart for another part of the ship and straighten out these thoughts?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks to an onoccupied portion of the bay before tapping his commbadge:: +ACZ+ Admiral. I have some information.
Chloe Tiernee: ::frowns and sits down, staring at the magnification, racking her brain to figure it out::
CounselorTempest: Surely it would be best for both of us to be completely secure on each other's positions, don't you think?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::perks up:: Finally. +Zinthys+ Yes?
Lt JG Axelalexa: That's strange.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+ Unfortuanetly, it only raises more questions.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::smiles at the Counselor:: That would be wonderful. I am afraid I am not accustomed to the rigors of shipboard life... perhaps we could relax for a while. Would you care to join me in a traditional Romulan meal?
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+ We have found some wreckage from a Starfleet ship, the USS Lockheed.
CounselorTempest: I think that would be lovely.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::nods::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ The Lockheed... no longer commissioned?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::looking over the results still::
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+We're not currently sure why the wreckage is there.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::quietly:: The ship was said to have self-destructed, correct? Except these residual energy harmonics indicate that the detonator must have been kept on redline...
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+ Aye, sir. It was not in commission.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ... Ready to destruct any second... for hours, at least. A crew would have to be insane to travel that way.
Chloe Tiernee: ::trusts the computer that they are indeed cardassian cells, though is skeptical about something::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ Where is the Lockheed supposed to have been?
Nuo Jtar: Come, then, let us retire to my quarters. I am not sure how our palatte will agree with you, but among my people I am considered an accomplished chef.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::nods::
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+ Spaceship heaven.
CounselorTempest: ::nods and follows the Romulan, allowing him to lead, but still never allowing her attention to drift from what is occupying his::
Nuo Jtar: ::heads for his temporary quarters::
Lt JG Axelalexa: I'm not much of an engineer, but these clusters indicate that the detonation sequence was prepped for a while.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads to a computer outlet and begins calling up information on it::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ Prepare a report, and collaborate with Science to see what they've found.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +ACZ+ Aye, sir.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: But why? That's insane. The ship would be a warp-equipped bomb.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Exactly what I'm thinking.
Nuo Jtar: ::conversationally:: By the way, Counselor, I could not help but notice a small monitoring device among the lovely foliage outside my door. Your concern for my safety is admirable, but really, it was not necessary. So I removed its power supply.
Lt JG Axelalexa: What ship is missing?
Chloe Tiernee: ::sighs, will give it more thought.. until then:: +Zuriyev+ Captain, this is Doctor Tiernee in Sickbay. I have something to report on the organic material.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Which ships are missing so that it could have been blown up?
CounselorTempest: Thank you for letting me know.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I am not certain... I don't have all the information. But I'm sure if a Federation ship were reported missing, we'd be looking for it...
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps:: +Axe+ Hey, Axe. Found anything interesting?
Lt JG Axelalexa: It seems that the whole command staff or at least all pertinent members would have to be insane to do this.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Exactly.
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles graciously:: Of course. It was certainly the least I could do.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Could this be the result of some kind of bizarre virus that transforms its victims into warmongering madmen?
Lt JG Axelalexa: I mean, this seems so insane. If we aren't missing any vessels, then it wasn't one of ours.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Like a more potent rabies?
Lt JG Axelalexa: Maybe.
CounselorTempest: Not at all. I trust you enjoyed the ambience provided by the flowers?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Perhaps... or something that stimulates the adrenal and pituitary glands, creating an increased sensation of power and violent aggression?
Lt JG Axelalexa: But I think the most logical way to show it isn't a Federation vessel is to simply find out if we're missing any ships.
Chloe Tiernee: ::waits for him to respond, taps her foot, still looking at the panel::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Nods::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps again:: +Phil+Doctor, have you found anything yet?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Tiernee+ Zuriyev here, go ahead.
Nuo Jtar: Oh yes. In fact, would it be possible to place more inside my quarters? Especially the species called "rose." I've never seen its like.
Lt JG Axelalexa: But most organisms can't live with those glands activated to the level required to inhibit their higher reasoning for that long.
Lt JG Axelalexa: It's poison.
Chloe Tiernee: +Zuriyev+ Sir. The organic material is Cardassian in origin. The cell structure was confirmed by the medical database.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles:: Roses have quite a psychological significance for humans. Putting them in your quarters would send a signal I'm hesitant about.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: +Zinthys+ Absolutely, sir. We've discovered that apparently, the ship's warp-core was redlined and prepped to explode possibly for several hours before actual detonation.
Nuo Jtar: What signal would that be?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Tiernee+ Interesting.... very very interesting. Please prepare a report on this matter.
Nuo Jtar: Are they associated with deal or mourning? Red carries that significance for my people.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Phil+ Now why would they need to do that...?
CounselorTempest: Bluntly, one of sexual interest.
Nuo Jtar: Ahhhh... ::grins wolfishly:: We can't have THAT, now, can we?
CounselorTempest: And I'm already meeting you alone in your quarters for a private meal.
CounselorTempest: The crew doesn't know me well yet.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: +Zinthys+ No idea. Axel and I are kicking around ideas on a virus or toxin that causes violent insanity.
Chloe Tiernee: +Zuriyev+ Aye sir. I'm also going to study them a little more.. there's something I want to look into. I'll have the report finished as soon as possible.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Tiernee+ Thank you, and excellent work.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Well, Axe, it may be fatal in the long term, but isn' that exactly what happened? They basically chose the biggest, most gratuitous way to commit suicide possible. They went to the Romulan empire, attacked a base, and then blew up.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Clicking sound from back::
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Phil+ Well, we've quite probably found the ship responsible. It's the USS Lockheed, which was supposedly decommissioned.
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles more gently:: Never fear, Counselor. I assure you that you are perfectly safe in my company.
Lt JG Axelalexa: True, true. But how would they have gotten infected?
CounselorTempest: I am, in the circumstances, more concerned with appearances than actuality.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::curious about what she's curious about::
Nuo Jtar: Were I to make any... untoward gestures, the Diplomatic Corps would send you my head as an apology.
Chloe Tiernee: +Zuriyev+ Thank you sir. ::cuts the comm::
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
CounselorTempest: That would hardly be the portion of your body I'd be concerned about.
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Leaves BPB in command in the cargo bay and heads for the security office::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: No idea... and apparently it hit the whole ship at once- even the most loyal crew would go berserk if the captain said, "Hey, let's go start a war and kill ourselves messily!"
Lt JG Axelalexa: Exactly.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::waits for the reports impatiently::
Lt JG Axelalexa: It'd have to have been spread very quickly.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Which would make it incredibly contagious.
Lt JG Axelalexa: And since we were mucking about in the bits and pieces of others, we'd be probable carriers.
Lt JG Axelalexa: As would everyone in medical now.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Or maybe it's latent but then has a trigger that causes it to become active.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Wonders if Axe knew his commline was open.... mentally shrugs::
Nuo Jtar: ::earnestly:: I REALLY would like to share some quiet time with you, Counselor.. I feel certain that we could be very... productive.
Nuo Jtar: If nothing else, you can justify this to your officers as diplomatic necessity.
Chloe Tiernee: ::stands up, crossing her arms:: There are traces of deteriation on the material. And it's not conductive with plain decomposing. It's something else. They almost appear .. old.. ::squints her eyes in concentration, talking out loud to herself::
CounselorTempest: I'm not suggesting I intend to leave, Ambassador.
CounselorTempest: Please... I am as eager to discuss as you. What's on your mind?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps on his PADD, glad to have been unwittingly privy to the conversation of Phil and Axel::
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles:: Excellent. And here we are at my quarters!
Lt JG Axelalexa: Maybe.
CounselorTempest: :sits on the convenient leather couch, crossing her legs::
Lt JG Axelalexa: But we'd still be carriers.
Nuo Jtar: ::entering, holding door:: Let me start dinner first...
CounselorTempest: <<let's magic edit that last comment to after they get inside their quarters>>
CounselorTempest: <<his quarters>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: We'd all have to be quaranteened.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Attempts to come up with where the Lockheed was supposed to be commissioned at and when::
Lt JG Axelalexa: As well as the security and engineers working on the bits, since there could be traces on them.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: +Tiernee+ Doctor, are there any known toxins or diseases that cause insane levels of violence without loss of intelligence? Specifically, something that could drive a starship crew mad with rage but still allow them enough reasoning ability to fly their ship to enemy territory and attack?
Nuo Jtar: ::closes and secures the door::
CounselorTempest: ::nestles her communicator close to her hand::
Nuo Jtar: ::quickly moves to the center of the room and removes his large, ornate belt buckle::
Lt JG Axelalexa: I mean, if this is a trigger that isn't uncommon, we could have some very serious problems soon.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: What if this spreads?
Chloe Tiernee: ::blinks, aroused from her thoughts:: +Shaeffer+ There are probably a few. I could look some up if you like.
CounselorTempest: ::is wearing her trademark completely unsensual (and Gem-mollifying) flannel shirt and genes::
Lt JG Axelalexa: We need to make sure no one leaves.
Lt JG Axelalexa: We can't have this sort of stuff spread.
CounselorTempest: ::jeans::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Agreed.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Talk about wearing your DNA on your sleeves>>
CounselorTempest: <<Oh, man, and I haven't even had anything to drink.>>
Nuo Jtar: ::sees the Counselor become alarmed as he removes his buckle:: Peace! This is not what it appears to be. ::the buckle emits a soft chirp:: We are now safe from all eavesdropping.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ Mr. Shaeffer and I are worried about a possible epidemic on the ship.
Nuo Jtar: I apologize for the subterfuge, Counselor. But this was necessary.
CounselorTempest: I hope you don't underestimate your superiors.
Nuo Jtar: Certainly at least one of our escort ships is spying on me. Probably both, each without the knowledge of the other.
Nuo Jtar: That is how things work in my ::spits the phrase angrily:: GLORIOUS STAR EMPIRE!
Nuo Jtar: But no... I do not underestimate them. The Centurions are cunning... but not so cunning as I.
CounselorTempest: Then what reassures you that the only devices monitoring you are those that you know about? I'm sorry, but to put it bluntly, it seems that you will never be in a safe position to discuss this.
Nuo Jtar: Counselor, I had hoped I would not have to mention this... but I am not truly a diplomat.
Nuo Jtar: Or rather, I am a diplomat by courtesy of training, but first and foremost I am a spy... and an assassin.
CounselorTempest: I had guessed that you were a spy.
CounselorTempest: Assassin... well, that was beyond me.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Looks at Shaeffer:: You explain the possible epidemic to medical so they'll know what to look for and worry about.
Nuo Jtar: More than you know, Counselor. I'm one of the best. I'm of the Tal Shiar
Chloe Tiernee: ::hmms, walks into her office, ready to start her report, but with lingering questions in her mind::
Lt JG Axelalexa: Hopefully, we won't have any problems.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::to Axe:: Later... I want to keep analyzing this.
CounselorTempest: Fostering disloyalty in your heart?
CounselorTempest: What is your mission and what do you expect me to do? And why have you chosen me to trust?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::head jumps forward a bit:: If the crew could break out into insanity, that's rather pressing.
Nuo Jtar: My mission? Or the path I have chosen for myself?
Chloe Tiernee: <<afk>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Axe+ Please elaborate
CounselorTempest: Both. I assume they're related.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Types out something to the effect that, for some reason, someone took the USS Lockheed out of a decommissioned shipyard to attack a Romulan facility. They flew on self-destruct so that they were basically a warp-speed time bomb, launching themselves into the Romulan facility and blowing it up quite nicely::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Forwards the report to AC::
Nuo Jtar: Not at all. I have been sent by my superiors to sabotage every effort to bring a peaceful end to this crisis.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::gets the report from Zinthys, nods, pleased::
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ Well, we were looking at the readings of the ship. It looks like it may have been a flying bomb long before it went off.
CounselorTempest: I'm relieved you seem to dislike that path.
Nuo Jtar: Stealing Federation technology, along with certain less... pleasant goals, were secondary objectives.
CounselorTempest: who were you supposed to kill?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Axe+ How so?
Nuo Jtar: In truth, I wish to avoid a war. And, as I said, I hope to bring a peaceful resolution and improved trust.
Nuo Jtar: And I said nothing of killing.
CounselorTempest: I'm sorry. Less pleasant goals?
Nuo Jtar: ::more grim laughter:: Surely you can't expect me to tell you everything? I am, after all, Tal Shiar. Besides, even now you doubt all of what I say. I'd rather minimize your uncertainties.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ There were signs looking at the residual energy harmoics that the detonator was kept on redline.
CounselorTempest: By all means.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ For hours.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Axe+ That is insane.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ That's what we're afraid of.
Nuo Jtar: First of all: Do not appear to be too successful in your search for answers.
CounselorTempest: ::nods::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Axe+ Please work with medical and find out whether or not this will affect us.
Nuo Jtar: No doubt at least one of those warbirds has orders to destroy you if you attempt to be close to completing the mission.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ I'm worried that there may be a possibility that all crew who have had contact with the remains could be infected with a virus that would make them irrational.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Zuri+ Yes sir.
CounselorTempest: If not both. Right.
Nuo Jtar: ::sarcastically:: "Tempers flared, the upstart young Admiral locked phasers on us, we had to disintegrate him, we are so sorry."
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Axe+ Quarantine all crew who have come in contact.
Chloe Tiernee: <<back.>>
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Medical+ I'm worried about the possibility of an epidemic on the ship.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Heads towards medical, worried::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Glad the majority of the command staff has not had contact with the virus directly yet::
Chloe Tiernee: +Axe+ Epidemic?
Nuo Jtar: ::begins preparing a meal:: A second piece of advice: Say nothing of this in any way that could implicate me. The Ministry of Inteligence Analysis certainly has every officer of your ship under as much remote surveillance as possible.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Chloe+ Indeed.
Chloe Tiernee: ::still trying to figure out why she thinks the cardassian material is so strange to her::
Chloe Tiernee: +Axe+ Explain?
CounselorTempest: Look, I think you are failing from eternal optimism.
CounselorTempest: I don't presume to know your record and all o fthe ins and outs of your career.
Nuo Jtar: Why do you say so?
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Chloe+ Could you run a scan for foriegn microbes over the ship?
CounselorTempest: But I have bene in enough contact with the Tal Shiar and read enough to know something of hwo they -- you -- manipulate people.
Nuo Jtar: ::laugh:: Counselor, were I to tell you and present a thick booklet of documentation, still you would not believe me.
Lt JG Axelalexa: +Chloe+ There is reason to believe that everyone on the detonated and possibly federation vessel was insane.
CounselorTempest: Asuming you're on the up and up, which I am tempted to do, I think you're overlooking the very obvious fact that you ahve been placed in a precarious position here.
CounselorTempest: You are now in a place where you could defect, bringing secrets to the Federation, could wreak havoc on their plans.
Nuo Jtar: Manipulate people? This is not the half of it. Tal Shiar has Mind War agents on every occupied planet. We DOMINATE the dissenters into obeying our will. And we make sure the smart ones, the willful ones, never reproduce.
Chloe Tiernee: +Axe+ Aye.. I'll prepare the scan. ::exits her office, heading to a console, giving the authorization for such a scan, as she is the medical officer in charge for the time being::
CounselorTempest: Your political affiliations and opinions are blatant, Mt. Jtar. You've made them clear since stepping on this ship.
CounselorTempest: Either that's an attempt to manipulate us or you've come to believe these thing so sincerely you don't hide them anymore.
Nuo Jtar: And my family? As they die in the disintegration chamber, am I then without their blood on my hands?
CounselorTempest: Why do you think the TalShiar is just letting you exist here?
CounselorTempest: Putting you in a position to ruin their plot? To let us know these vital bits of information and not implicate you?
CounselorTempest: Assuming that you are free from manipulation is an amateur and frightening mistake.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::enters into medical, spots Chloe, walks up to her:: You still have the non-Romulan flesh, right?
Nuo Jtar: Because they trust me. Never have I been caught in open disobedience. Always have I accomplished my mission. But I make subtle adjustments here, a twist there... I assassinate a rebel on Grothin, but make sure her younger sister survives to continue her disobedience... and I make sure she will be better-armed than her unfortunate sibling.
Chloe Tiernee: ::nods:: Aye. It appears to be Cardassian..but there is something strange about it to me. It's not quite right. It's almost as though its.. old..
Chloe Tiernee: ... perserved..perhaps? ::half-questioning herself::
CounselorTempest: That's the trouble with double crossing, isn't it?
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Tilts head to one side:: Odd.
CounselorTempest: Each crosser feels that he is the ultimate level of conspiracy.
Lt JG Axelalexa: It is all Cardassian? No Federation races?
Nuo Jtar: ::frustrated:: What do you ASK of me? I give you all I have. I have trained all my life for THIS TIME, this MOMENT in which I can make a difference! I am here to PREVENT A WAR between the Federation and the Empire!
CounselorTempest: And I will act on your information! To the best of my ability!~
CounselorTempest: But we will both have to be aware that even doing so may get us both killed.
CounselorTempest: I will try not to betray you, but who knows? I may have already.
Chloe Tiernee: I didn't see any. It was Cardassian. Definitely. But something is just not right. The cells are odd.
Nuo Jtar: ::quieter:: What happens afterward... doesn't matter. It is quite likely I will die a traitor, after long torture... ::looks directly in the Counselor's eye:: Can you imagine the horror of being tortured by a highly scientific, highly telepathic race? You cannot imagine it. I have SEEN it.
Chloe Tiernee: It reminds me of something, but I can't put my finger on it...
CounselorTempest: And I knew you turned off the surveillance device in the cameras when you cut the power last night.
CounselorTempest: <<cameras = flowers>>
CounselorTempest: <<bad night for tpyos>>
Nuo Jtar: I suspected you might. I wished to see if you would place another- and if so, how good it would be. No doubt you did, but I have not yet found it. This speaks well of your technical competence.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::reads over the reports coming in, putting the puzzle together in his mind::
Nuo Jtar: A spybeam which I cannot detect is a subtle spybeam indeed.
CounselorTempest: No, although I've seen a lot of people tortured to death by the Cardassians. Does torture have levels?
CounselorTempest: That's because there isn't one.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Heads back down to the cargo bay::
CounselorTempest: There's a perfectly non-technological dog in the quarters next to you. It barks when you enter and leave.
CounselorTempest: Sound-proof walls.
Nuo Jtar: One might as well ask if death has levels. Surely, one still ends up dead... but there is death, and there is obliteration. There is pain, and there is agony so great it sears the mind, yet fails to destroy one's comprehension of pain.
Chloe Tiernee: ::blinks:: That's it. It reminds me of when my mother stored beef in our freezer. Something would happen to the flesh.. it would affected by the cold... ::chattering excitedly, quickly::
Nuo Jtar: ::puzzled:: A dog? What is a dog?
Lt JG Axelalexa: Well, the water would freeze in it.
Lt JG Axelalexa: I would think.
CounselorTempest: It's a monster about six feet long with teeth that can break your thigh bone in an instant.
CounselorTempest: They're fun to pet.
Nuo Jtar: Interesting. They are sentient?
Lt JG Axelalexa: Meat contains a lot of water.
CounselorTempest: Depends who you ask.
Chloe Tiernee: Yes.. these cells show signs of it.. I knew it looked familiar. But why would they have that? Unless they were in cold storage.. ::trails off::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Glad that Jtar and Tempest are off the bridge with their incessant prattling:::
CounselorTempest: <<::glad the Admiral's got so much to do that he can keep harping on that::>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
Lt JG Axelalexa: A Federation ship full of frozen Cardassians?
Nuo Jtar: ::still preparing food, gives the replicator a list of exotic spices:: Perhaps we could import some as guardbeasts...? But I wander from the subject. Nonetheless, I did not detect it. You pass the test.
Nuo Jtar: ::PAUSE::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::pause::
CounselorTempest: ::pauses::
Chloe Tiernee: ::paws::
CounselorTempest: ::blows the damn whistle::
CounselorTempest: ATTENTION!
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::AA::
Chloe Tiernee: ::attn::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@@::
CounselorTempest: ::mutters:: Suli better get her ass back here soon before I engrave my name on this whistle.
Nuo Jtar: ::aa::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::keeps that in the chatlog for her to read::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::clicking noise::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Good sim, everyone... the plot twists even deeper...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: And sorry that I was rather out of it... I just woke up.
CounselorTempest: ::makes a mental note to have the dog on the bridge sometime during the next sim::
Nuo Jtar: ::twirls mustache:: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: At any rate, no announcements tonight...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Counselor?
CounselorTempest: Hey, if there in can be a cockroach in science, I demand a dog on the bridge.
CounselorTempest: OK, everyone, GET OUT! I mean... DISMISSED!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Can my next character be a talking dog?
Lt JG Axelalexa: That's it, I'm getting my mammal spray.
Chloe Tiernee: Good night all. ::falls out::
Chloe Tiernee has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Whaddaya mean "next?"
Dr Phil Shaeffer: /me is now known as Benji the Talking Science Dog
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Oh, OOC info: Phil is going to die soon.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Eh?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: He's secretly the carrier of this super-violent-rage virus.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::laughs:: Yeah, right.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::points at Phil and laughs::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: When the crew finds out, they go to work on him with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: They get medieval on his ass.
CounselorTempest: Stop being mean to Phil.
Lt JG Axelalexa: /me is now carrying a can of VX Gas with an aerosal spray.
CounselorTempest: ::distracts the Admiral::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::is distracted::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Then they toss him out the airlock without a suit, and incinerate him with phasers. Slowly.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Starting from the feet up. So you can see the lock on his face.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Mmmmmmm.... slow roasted Phil on a stick.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: They they pull him back inside and kill him some more.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Shoots Phil now... in the mouth::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: And then feed him to Axe.
CounselorTempest: Hey, anyone want a rat on a stick?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: The plotline ends with a grand peace banquet between the Romulans and the Federation. Roasted Phil is the main course.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Naw.
CounselorTempest: Or a weasell? Comes in many delicious flavors.
Lt Allen Zinthys: No, thanks. I live in North Cuba, remember? It's a delicacy around here.
Nuo Jtar: MMMM!! Sizzling weasel on a stick!
Lt JG Axelalexa: I'll take the roasted entrails of a young human, though.
CounselorTempest: Candy apple Weasell, caramel weasell...
CounselorTempest: No, no, no. Those are illegal in Weasellandia.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::leaves as the discussion turns to candied things::
Nuo Jtar: That's really sweet, Counselor. I may weep openly.
CounselorTempest: Young humans, I mean.
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
CounselorTempest: ::leans on the captain of the guard::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Is leaned on::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::still babbling about his death, wanders vacantly through the corridors of the ship...::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::still wielding the spraycan::
Nuo Jtar: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I SHALL RETURN WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT ME!! ::disappears in a puff of greasy black smoke::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I guess I'm outta here. Unfotuanetly the grocery stores don't close for spring break, so I still gotta work.
Nuo Jtar has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: 'til next week!
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
Lt JG Axelalexa: This music video needs more action.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Wonders how he'll add more action to it::
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Supposes he can add violence whenever he doesn't feel like matching the lyrics.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Violence is good.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Well, only to a point.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: If violence isn't the answer, you
Dr Phil Shaeffer: you're asking the wrong question. ^_^
Lt JG Axelalexa: I like to think of violence as the default response when you can't pick any others.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: If brute force doesn't work, you aren't using enough.
Lt JG Axelalexa: "Bob just offered to rape your 8 year old cousin: A) wish him luck B) tell him you won't approve C) call the police D) default - save the police the time of beating him
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Precisely.
Lt JG Axelalexa: But the vast majority of day to day situations don't need to fall back on default.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Why not?
Lt JG Axelalexa: You still can, you just don't need to.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I'd rather do one thing well- beating people up, for example- than do many things poorly.
Lt JG Axelalexa: ::Grins::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I mean, I've really got my beating technique down. No wasted arc in the swing of my 6-D-cell police flashlight.
Lt JG Axelalexa: So you want a titanium pipe for Christmas?
Lt JG Axelalexa: That's good.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I can take a suspect from "slightly uncooperative" to "crawling on the ground and whimpering for mercy through a mouthful of blood and shattered teeth" in less than 60 seconds.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Your skill is enviable.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I'm pretty sure that with practice I could shave another 15 seconds off.
CounselorTempest: I have decided to turn into a large pink giragge in 90 seconds.
Lt JG Axelalexa: What's a giragge?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: What's a giragge?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Is that like a giraffe who is also a p#@t p1mp?
CounselorTempest: ::turns into a large pink giragge::
CounselorTempest: ::looks at you with baleful lavendar eyes and mewls::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::pets the giragge::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Wow... Syd, feel this fur. It's amazing.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I bet I could make, like, twenty fur coats out of this giragge!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I could make a bundle of cash!
CounselorTempest: Miaow.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Heh heh... just kidding. ::scratches under the giragge's chin::
CounselorTempest: Mee-urgh. ::raises her chin to let you scratch more easily::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::makes with the scratching::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::also scratches behind the ears, in that place that giragges love to be scratched::
CounselorTempest: ;:starts to rub her side against you... an impressive feat since she's about eight feet long and almsot sure to knock you over::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Such a nice friendly giragge... maybe I should take you home...
CounselorTempest: :;accidentally steps on your foot with her hoof as she nuzzles her muzzle against your chest::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::eyes cross and chin quivers as he represses a scream:: erreggghgghhehheeerrhhhh... nice... giragge... don't step there pleace...
Lt JG Axelalexa: hoof?
Lt JG Axelalexa: You know, I don't really need to see fuzzy animals doing that with people before I go to bed.
Lt JG Axelalexa: Later...
Lt JG Axelalexa has left the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Hey, it's not like I'm going to have sex with the giragge or anything... ummmm... ::looks at the giragge:: Unless you want to?
CounselorTempest: Naw. I'm a lesbian giragge.
CounselorTempest: ::takes out a book on poetry and crosses her legs as she finds a plush pink chair to sit in::
CounselorTempest: Ahhh. Syvia Plath.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Dammit. Why is it every eligible giragge I find is a lesbian??
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Or maybe that's just a polite way of brushing me off...
CounselorTempest: Oh, here comes Shiela!
CounselorTempest: She's a lilac hippotomous.
CounselorTempest: She drives a mustang. Hot.
CounselorTempest: Bye! ::waves quickly, dropping the book of poetry::
CounselorTempest has left the room.