You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Lt Allen Zinthys: What's up, psycho?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Who, me?
Lt Allen Zinthys: yup
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I'm not a psycho.
Ens Aleks Devon: Hey hey doc
NoahLetendre: Ah, the engineering bay just like I left it… ON FIRE!!! Get the extinguisher! AH! ::runs around::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: LOL
Lt Allen Zinthys: Really?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Greetings, Devon.
NoahLetendre: sup guys
Ens Aleks Devon: Whats up
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Turns the sprinklers on, drenching Noah::
Ens Aleks Devon: damn man when am i gonna get soe ph4t l3wtz in this start trek game d00d
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Where is our Fearless Leader, He of the Wang of Power +5?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Don't you mean wang ba dan?
Ens Aleks Devon: soe = some ;/
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Smash monsters, steal treasure. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Ens Aleks Devon: Thats the MMORPG fo rya
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Yeah, pretty much.
Lt Allen Zinthys: monsters=Romulans :-)
Ens Aleks Devon: only for the l33t
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I wonder how many times I'd have to campkill Zuriyev before he drops something cool? I bet he's got an aweseome super-rare drop.
Ens Aleks Devon: Alen !=Monster
Chloe Tiernee has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Chloe!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Speaking of green-blooded monsters, where's Jtar?
Ens Aleks Devon: Hmm im guessing youve played these games Sir Doctor Phil
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Hey, Chloe!
Chloe Tiernee: Heyas. :)
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::huggles::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Actually, no. I'm a tabletop gamer. We laugh at munchkin MMORPGers. (^_^)
Ens Aleks Devon: Tabletop!
Ens Aleks Devon: Well ....those are fun too
Ens Aleks Devon: ask Allen ;P
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Point-and-laughs at Devon::
Chloe Tiernee: You can have a lot of fun on a tabletop... oh.. wait.. not the right subject. ::hides in corner::
Ens Aleks Devon: Yea laugh when i send mithril golem after your Sorcerer ass ;P
Ens Aleks Devon: Stomp +22 melee ;p
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Tabletops are good, but for raw passion I haven't beat the Caribbean sea.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Just wait until after I get Dimension Door, please
Chloe Tiernee: Woohoo, Phil. ::grin::
Ens Aleks Devon: ill just do what they did to me
Ens Aleks Devon: Dispell magic !
Ens Aleks Devon: =PPP
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::gets his p1mp on::
Ens Aleks Devon: i dispell your monster i conterspell your dispell i quash your dispell i counter your quash i quash your counter i disrupt your counter i quash you rcounter
NoahLetendre: i despell your quash
Ens Aleks Devon: you bitch!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::grabs the railgun and a Quad::
NoahLetendre: i counter your ditch
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Pokes Chloe playfully:: <w> So tell me more about this tabletop fun...
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Asheron's Call: Quake 3 Arena with stats.
Ens Aleks Devon: whoa now...
Ens Aleks Devon: YEa rofl
Dr Phil Shaeffer: (^_^)
Ens Aleks Devon: Asherons Call Suxorz
Ens Aleks Devon: ^_^
Chloe Tiernee: ::snickers at Allen:: (q) Wouldn't YOU like to know.<g>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I know. <wink>
Ens Aleks Devon: EQ roxorz
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Which reminds me, Leslie, did you ever fix your couch?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: (^_^)
Chloe Tiernee: ::dies::
Agent DanteSmith has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: hola mi amigos
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Or your car... or your bed... or the garage door... or the roof...
Ens Aleks Devon: Wheres my head of science facility thing
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Greetings, agent!
Lt Allen Zinthys: For a second there I didn't read "couch"....
Chloe Tiernee: LOL!
Lt Allen Zinthys: Yeah, Dante, where is the bug?
Agent DanteSmith: uhm...sorry Devon...Axe hasn't been around much lately
Agent DanteSmith: he's busy with finals and stuff
Ens Aleks Devon: bah
Ens Aleks Devon: Finals!
Lt Allen Zinthys: We aren't?
Chloe Tiernee: I fed him to my frog..
Agent DanteSmith: lol
Ens Aleks Devon: who needs to study for them
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: hey...I don't know what he's thinkin
Ens Aleks Devon: in my college classes we get to use FLASHcards when we do our finals ! =P
Agent DanteSmith: lol
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Greetings, counselor.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Ah, Tempest, come join the madness
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
Nuo Jtar has entered the room.
Ens Aleks Devon: Hail RAdm AC Zuriyev!
Agent DanteSmith: anybody read that wonderful guest editorial in the Journal?
Chloe Tiernee: Counselor.. Admiral-dude..::curtsy::
NoahLetendre: Ah, the engineering bay just like I left it… ON FIRE!!! Get the extinguisher AH!
CounselorTempest: I have joined the madness.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Welcome, oh Wanged One.
CounselorTempest: Yeah, I read it...
CounselorTempest: It was terrible; I don't understand how anyone could write that badly.
Agent DanteSmith: roflol
Kyla Kadin has entered the room.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: It's like you guys can't even have a single conversation without mentioning the word "wang."
Chloe Tiernee: ::snicker::
Ens Aleks Devon: i coudlnt find anythign on the webpage
Ens Aleks Devon: so i went to sleep
Agent DanteSmith: stupid Pizza ordering...
Ens Aleks Devon: man that was some good sleep
CounselorTempest: I don't know ::coughs:: wang ::coughs:: what you're talking ::coughs:: wang ::coughs:: about.
Ens Aleks Devon: Lo Wang?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Sure we wang.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Can.
Agent DanteSmith: John Wang?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Can wang.
Chloe Tiernee: ::blank look on her face::
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: too much wang admiral?
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Welcome back, Admiral.
Chloe Tiernee: Woo..Admiral stuck in the revolving door! Go Admiral..get busy..::dances around::
Agent DanteSmith: roflol
NoahLetendre: teloporter acting up again?
Agent DanteSmith: I think so...
Agent DanteSmith: we'll have to get engineering on that immediatly
Chloe Tiernee: I want to get a disco ball for Sickbay.. I think it could be very soothing for patients...
NoahLetendre: almost done with the fire
CounselorTempest: Except the epileptic ones.
Ens Aleks Devon: until red alert and someone gets killed =/
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Isn't epilepsy curable in the 24th century?
Ens Aleks Devon: PRobably not
Chloe Tiernee: Hmm...right Counselor..they could go to the strobe light ward...
Nuo Jtar: ::can't think og anything hate-able to say::
Nuo Jtar: <<of, rather>>
Chloe Tiernee: The word of the day is "og"...use it a sentence!
CounselorTempest: Or you could just torture everyone with florescents.
CounselorTempest: Seems to work for the classrooms at school.
Agent DanteSmith: uhm...
Chloe Tiernee: Oooh.. flourescents..
Chloe Tiernee: ::ponders::
Ens Aleks Devon: hog mog dog log pog fog jog
Agent DanteSmith: is that what they're calling them now...
NoahLetendre: i have a good friend named ogogog
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Thwaps Aleks upside the head::
CounselorTempest: Is he a cave man?
NoahLetendre: trole
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, let's get started.
Ens Aleks Devon: rofl he spelt troll wrong ;P
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::gets his Game Face on::
Agent DanteSmith: roflol
CounselorTempest: Oh, is that me?
Agent DanteSmith: hey hey hey...the ensigns shouldn't beat up on each other...
Agent DanteSmith: that's just not right...
CounselorTempest: ::blows a big whistle:: ATTENTION!
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@a::
Agent DanteSmith: ::@A::
Nuo Jtar: ::aa::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Decides to slowly manuever his lazy arse to attention::
Chloe Tiernee: :::oh... attn::
CounselorTempest: ::attn::
CounselorTempest: ::hits Zinthys with the cattle prod::
Ens Aleks Devon: ::@Attent ;/::
Agent DanteSmith: <<what's that...A@A? Arse at attention?>>
NoahLetendre: ::@A::
Chloe Tiernee: << ROFL!>>
Ens Aleks Devon: Arse?!
Agent DanteSmith: <<it's a good word...don't knock it>>
CounselorTempest: ::glares at Aleks:: Attention, Ensign!
Ens Aleks Devon: i knwo someone named arse ;/
CounselorTempest: <<i.e., when you smart mouth -- put these around it>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::waits for the crew to settle down and stand to::
Ens Aleks Devon: ::Melds with the wall:: AT attn Sir!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::eyes the 2nd O warily::
Agent DanteSmith: <<how'd she usurp Sulli again?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right, here's where we were...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: After Jtar and I had an accident in Tempest's quarters resulting in the breaking of his neck and the loss of movement in my right arm...
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Suli.... is on LOA...>>
Nuo Jtar: <<The Admiral fights like a demon.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<she locked her in the trunk again didn't she...>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We made it back to the bridge to try to diffuse the maneuvering for position going on between the Atlantis and her escorts.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Suli and Caine>>
NoahLetendre: << send em on down here to engerenning , ill fixem up with some duct tape.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: So, with that said, any questions?
Ens Aleks Devon: yes
Ens Aleks Devon: wheres my CO
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Raises hand::
Agent DanteSmith: roflol
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I fed him to the ravenous bug-blatter beast of Traal.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Anything else?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Can I kill J'tar, yet?
Nuo Jtar: Bring it on, red-blood.
NoahLetendre: Can he kill J'tar, yet?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: No, if *I* can't kill Jtar, no one gets to.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps his phaser rifle::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Damn...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Anything else?
Nuo Jtar: ::glares at admiral:: And I'm not done with you yet either.
Agent DanteSmith: ::pulls out one of them nifty daggers from the Mirror universe::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: OK, if not, then....
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::in science, analyzing the engine hyperfold structure of Romulan warbirds::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::on the bridge, watching the tactical readout on the viewscreen, his left arm hanging uselessly at his side::
Agent DanteSmith: ::finally taking a shift at Tac::
Agent DanteSmith: <<ha!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Bitch!>>
Nuo Jtar: ::on the bridge near Zuriyev, rubbing his aching neck::
Chloe Tiernee: ::also on the Bridge, as the Admiral asked her to come along::
Agent DanteSmith: <<bring it!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I can pull rank :)>>
NoahLetendre: ::in engineering playing with the buttons::
Ens Aleks Devon: ::Peers over Phils shoulder::
CounselorTempest: ::between Jtar and Zuriyev... what else is new?::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::notices the shoulder-peering:: Oh, hello Ensign. I don't recall seeing you before. I was told we were getting some new personnel...?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::mutters:: We're out of time.
Agent DanteSmith: <<wait...why is the Rommie rubbin the Admiral's neck again?>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::quietly trying to scan the Captain's limp arm::
Nuo Jtar has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Yawns and stretches::
CounselorTempest: Congratulations.
CounselorTempest: ::clears the nasty, cynical comment from her mind::
Ens Aleks Devon: Actually Sir, ive been sitting here for the past few hours looking at screens aimlessly, waiting for somethign to happen...
CounselorTempest: I think you're right. Sir.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I don't even wanna know what happened in her bedroom>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
CounselorTempest: <<Who I let in my bedroom is my business. Thanks! :-) >>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: What is your area of expertise? And please, call me Phil. I don't stand on rank much.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Tac, all stop. Stop playing this game.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Even when you're not there and your lingerie is alone?>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<You tell 'em, Counselor.>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::quiet scanning, quiet scanning, occasionally glancing around the bridge::
CounselorTempest: <<God, if they knew about the herd of wolves that was in there last month...>>
CounselorTempest: <<Did I type that out loud?>>
Agent DanteSmith: aye sir
Nuo Jtar has entered the room.
Ens Aleks Devon: Very good sir, ive been tryign to study intensly, mostly my areas of study have been in warp fiels, and space travel in general
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::rolls out of bed, having finally decided to rest::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches the warbirds also stop, the three ships seeming to stare each other down::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Computer. Stop wake-up alarm.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Warp fields? Excellent. My specialties are exotic-particle and hyperdimensional physics. We must have a discussion some day.
CounselorTempest: ::sighs and watches::
Agent DanteSmith: ::sighs::
Nuo Jtar: <<Damn AOL anyway.>>
Ens Aleks Devon: But of course
Ens Aleks Devon: Phil
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Is about to go back to sleep, then remembers the Romulans::
Nuo Jtar: ::moves closer to Admiral, speaks in a low voice:: They're trying to bully you, sir. Don't let them do it.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Damn them all to hell and back.....
Agent DanteSmith: ::grumbles...wants to fire::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Counselor, Mr. J'tar, in my ready room.
Chloe Tiernee: <<afk for a moment.>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::smiles:: I look forward to it... May I call you Aleks?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks in there::
NoahLetendre: :: starts screwing with the gravity generator::
Ens Aleks Devon: <<afk as well for a few>>
Nuo Jtar: ::follows Admiral to Ready Room::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Takes a hurried shower and dresses::
Ensign Digo has entered the room.
Ens Aleks Devon: Yes of course Phil
CounselorTempest: ::follows;:
CounselorTempest: ::walks six steps behind::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Digo!! Wazzap!?>>
Dr Phil Shaeffer: Thank you.
Ens Aleks Devon: I must be on about my studies
CounselorTempest: <<Hey, Digo!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::as the door closes:: J'tar, I assume you have a report to make.
Chloe Tiernee: << back sooner than I thought..>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<and there was much rejoicing>>
Ens Aleks Devon: ::Goes to a computer terminal 3 terminals down:
Nuo Jtar: You were correct, Admiral. Time is running down. This must be resolved soon.
Chloe Tiernee: ::watches the Admiral and such walk off, steps back towards rear of the bridge::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Rubs the sleep out of his eyes and pads down the hall to the TL::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: What do you intend to put in it?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Deck 1.
CounselorTempest: ::pulls out a chair and sits::
CounselorTempest: ::crosses her legs and puts on, with a pout and wide eyes, her best Counselor's face::
Nuo Jtar: We have proof that some kind of conspiracy is involved. The Cardassian corpses are obvious plants.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: And the Klingon cloaking device.
Nuo Jtar: We have discovered a KLINGON cloaking device, although I think this is best kept secret from the general public...
Nuo Jtar: The question remains, who is the motivating force? Who benefits?
CounselorTempest: You are also aware, I assume, that the expert on Romulan physiology Starfleet sent us -- Galeis Kael -- has been detained.
Chloe Tiernee: ::stands quietly, seemingly blended into the background::
Ensign Digo: ::awakes in room::
Agent DanteSmith: <<and Ferengi virus...wait...did we report that to the brass yet?>>
CounselorTempest: For over a week, apparently... they're not allowing us to speak to her.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::The TL stops and he walks onto the bridge::
Agent DanteSmith: ::nods to Zinthys::
Nuo Jtar: We must find the guilty party and force this out.
CounselorTempest: I think clearly the guilty party is Romulan.
Ens Aleks Devon: <<Back>>
CounselorTempest: Nothing else explains their deliberately provocative behavior.
Nuo Jtar: ::grimly:: Admiral, I hate to say this, but I suspect that the driving force behind the incident was within the Star Fleet. If this were a Tal Shiar affair, I'd know of it. But I agree with the Counselor that there are Romulan conspirators.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: It will mean war.
CounselorTempest: Wait.
Nuo Jtar: It must not mean war.
Chloe Tiernee: ::fumbles with her medkit, as she stands quietly::
CounselorTempest: We can deduce whether or not this is a Starfleet effort.
CounselorTempest: Easily.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Nods to Dante::
Nuo Jtar: ::quiet:: You know as well as I that was would destroy us both.
CounselorTempest: What about Starfleet's position has changed to make war advantageous?
Nuo Jtar: Your ideas, Counselor?
Nuo Jtar: That's obvious, Counselor.
CounselorTempest: You know what happens in the upper eschelons, Rear Admiral.
CounselorTempest: Well, Mr. J'tar, if there's nothing -- that means it isn't Starfleet, doesn't it?
Nuo Jtar: The vast majority of the Rihanssu shipbuilding industry has been obliterated.
CounselorTempest: That's nothing.
Nuo Jtar: This puts us at a severe disadvantage should war come to pass.
CounselorTempest: There has to be something in OUR position that makes us want to destroy you.
CounselorTempest: There's something more than our ability to do it.
Nuo Jtar: It means little in the here and now. What of a year from now? Five years from now? Ten years from now?
CounselorTempest: Because if that were the only criterea for war -- we'd have been fighting the Cardassians long ago.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Quietly walks over to Chloe, smiling:: <vqw> What've they got you up here for?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We have recovered well from the Dominion war. Our fleet-building has gone extremely well.
Nuo Jtar: On Earth, the tacically superior Confederacy lost to the Union due to a lack of resupply capability.
CounselorTempest: Still, *something* has changed.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Currently, there are only three Sovereign Classes in operation, but we have four more almost completed.
CounselorTempest: A perspective. An officer has gained a new position?
Chloe Tiernee: ::glances around the bridge, then smiles at Allen:: (q) There were a few injuries with the Admiral and our liason friend.. the Admiral asked me to come along.
CounselorTempest: If we can't think of anything other than "because we can" I don't believe it's Starfleet.
Nuo Jtar: ::frustrated:: I know little of Star Fleet politics. This is the Admiral's domain.
Chloe Tiernee: I haven't yet really treated them yet. So I am just ... waiting. ::chuckle::
Ens Aleks Devon: ::Yells over 3 terminals down:: Phil! Woudl you liek to grab a bite to eat? Im heading down to the mess hall.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Grins:: Knowing the Admiral, you could be waiting quite a while.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::disturbed from display:: Huh? No thanks. I want to complete this analysis. Maybe I'll meet you later.
Chloe Tiernee: ::raises her brows:: Then I'll just keep an eye on you then. ::wink::
Agent DanteSmith: ::keeps his eyes glued to the Warbirds' readouts::
Ensign Digo: ::paces quietly around his/her room::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Coyly:: That's all you're keepin' on me?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::thinks::
Chloe Tiernee: ::nudges him:: You are bad.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: It is possible I was insulated from any relevant news about this because they knew Atlantis would be doing the investigation.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Problem?
Nuo Jtar: The same is emphatically not true for me. I was sent here to kill you, Admiral.
Chloe Tiernee: Naw.. ::smiles at him::
Ens Aleks Devon: Allright Phil, Tell me if you find anything new and interesting
Dr Phil Shaeffer: I will, thanks.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I hate being played the fool.
Nuo Jtar: As do I, Admiral.
CounselorTempest: So what you're suggesting is that there's a Starfleet faction and a Romulan faction each determined to fight the other. And each willing to take the gamble that their side will win.
Nuo Jtar: Perhaps we're approaching this the wrong way? Maybe the answer isn't really here?
Nuo Jtar: Counselor, that's EXACTLY what I'm saying.
Nuo Jtar: That is how men of blood and triumph think.
CounselorTempest: Then I assume someone has a card up their sleeve... probably five or six, and all aces.
Nuo Jtar: Perhaps, Admiral, if they sent you here, they know the real conspiracy ISN'T here to be found.
NoahLetendre: <<does that mean we can open fire??>>
Ensign Digo: ::Sits to meditate and ponder events of the last several weeks::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: You may be right.
Agent DanteSmith: <<he claimed to be an assassin...I say we jump him...>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <vqw> ::looks at the viewscreen:: I have a feeling we're all gonna be very busy soon.....
NoahLetendre: <<go with those feelings>>
Ensign Digo: ::His/her head is splitting apart..... and headaches are rare among members of the Annchinn species::
Chloe Tiernee: ::looks past him, at the viewscreen:: (q) I agree..::slight frown::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<'cept we can't kill him, anyways>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<dang it...>>
Chloe Tiernee: <<argh..brb!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We should move out of Romulan space.
Nuo Jtar: I concur, Admiral.
Nuo Jtar: I suggest we go to Star Fleet. Perhaps we can force a showdown.
CounselorTempest: Will they let us go?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right. We go to Earth.
Nuo Jtar: And the lovely Tempest referred to your game of Poker earlier- perhaps now is the time for, shall we say, a bluff?
CptHacker has entered the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: What should we make our bluff?
CounselorTempest: <<::blinks:: Hey, Glenn.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<eek...Hacker...>>
Ens Aleks Devon: <<Is hacker my CO? ;P>>
Nuo Jtar: We could perhaps feign a hand of Aces, if you will- that is, pretend to evidence we do not have. We can disclose some of what evidence we DO have, in the hopes that it will scare our enemies into thinking us more informed than we are.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Someone hasn't read the roster on the website yet. :) >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I will leave that to you.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<No, Supreme Commander Lord Phillip Randall Shaeffer is your CO. Polish my boots and brass, cadet.>>
Ens Aleks Devon: <<Someoen dant find the roster on the website yet>>
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles slightly:: I hope my skill at subterfuge is up to the task, sir.
CptHacker: <<Hello Counselor. :)>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: <<It's under the section labelled "Crew Roster" :)>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<hmph...wait till Syd hears that when he gets back...>>
NoahLetendre: <<another virus??>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right. Are you coming with us to Earth, Mr. J'tar?
Ensign Digo: ::Everything that has happened since Digo came aboard the Atlantis..... the events with Kara and Maria.... helping Jake through his pain... the imminent war between the Romulans and Starfleet.... all has left Digo lost and lonely, questioning his/her faith in the vision.... Wondering what his/her role in everything really is.... wondering if there ever really was a role......::
Nuo Jtar: That's something I had meant to mention, Admiral. Since our... ahem... discussion in the good Counselor's room, I have re-evaluated my suitability for my position as an agent of the Rihannsu Star Empire. ::withdraws a small knife from his belt and hands it haft-first to the Admiral:: Sir, I hereby formally request diplomatic sanctuary within the Federation.
Chloe Tiernee: <<back.>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::takes the knife:: Granted.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Name: Shaeffer, Phill. Service number 873-37494. Rank: Admiral!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Startin' to wonder where you went off to>>
Nuo Jtar: ::smiles:: Thank you, sir.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: You are welcome. Now, please make your report.
Chloe Tiernee: << heh.. ;)>>
Nuo Jtar: Sir, I will need complete candor from you. As an admiral, you are at least casually familiar with the upper echelons of Star Fleet. Who is ambitious? Who has been recently promoted? Who might desire to breed war?
Chloe Tiernee: ::still hanging around at the rear of the Bridge::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Translation: Who do I assassinate first?>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Admiral Hatch would be my guess. The new Chief of Alpha Quadrant Operations.
Agent DanteSmith: ::sees Rommie ships drift:: ah...a wise guy.........or two...
CounselorTempest: Hatch...? Oh my God.
Nuo Jtar: What is his motivation?
CounselorTempest: Sir, I have information that may be valuable...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, Counselor?
CounselorTempest: But I will only disclose it if you put a seal on this room and guarantee me that what I say will be in complete confidence.
Lt Allen Zinthys: dante, you alright?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The tension on the bridge is stifling, the visage of the two warbirds imposing on the viewscreen.
CounselorTempest: ::swallows;: I ... you could choose to have me court martialed, sir. But you didn't before.
Ensign Digo: ::cries out to his/her people:: Once again, I ask.... why have I been left behind!? Why I am I here? These people have pain and suffering I can not attempt to relieve... I am not a prophet.. I am nothing... I understand nothing....
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer, seal this room, authorization Zuriyev Rho Gamma Pi One Three Niner.
Agent DanteSmith: not really...this tension is getting to me...
Nuo Jtar: ::ears perk up::
Agent DanteSmith: and those things keep drifting closer...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer> Room sealed.
CounselorTempest: My name is Tempest Rainbird.
CounselorTempest: Known to Starfleet Intelligence as Simone Ranbedeau.
CounselorTempest: No, I am not an agent.
CounselorTempest: I am a former member of the maquis.
Agent DanteSmith: <<eep!>>
Chloe Tiernee: ::watching the viewscreen from her spot::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Got that Red Alert quick-key handy? I have a feeling we may need it...
Ensign Digo: Nothing makes sense.... I don't know if I belong here.... I don't know if anyone belongs anywhere... I thought I knew. I thought I believed. But I know nothing I thought I knew...
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Sounds like good song lyrics, Digo>>
Agent DanteSmith: oh yeah...my finger's been hovering...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Simone. Why did I not recognize you?
CounselorTempest: Sir...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That is another conversation; never mind it now. What do you know about Admiral Hatch?
CounselorTempest: ::looks up at Zuriyev briefly, then lowers her head, allowing her hair to fall across her face::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: :::suddenly sees her in a totally new way, and several things make sense::
CounselorTempest: Admiral Hatch, in his youth, was one of the individuals in charge of persecuting the maquis... I mean, returning law and order to the zone.
Lt Allen Zinthys: This is ridiculous. How can we bargain with Romulans like this? Treacherous dogs, all of them!
Lt Allen Zinthys: We should shoot first, second, and last.
CounselorTempest: He was an exp.ert at concealing information and creating conspiracies... He was expert at his job
Nuo Jtar: This sounds like the man we could be looking for.
CounselorTempest: It was he who managed to lure myself and my ship into the trap that destroyed us.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: I can tell you the man has no business being CoAQO.
CounselorTempest: As a Counselor, I also ahve access to his psychological records.
Agent DanteSmith: I agree...but Starfleet Command does not...
Lt Allen Zinthys: I know it. They'd have our heads.
CounselorTempest: When I was first assigned to the Atlantis, and my thoughts were full of revenge -- he killed all my crew -- I looked at his profile to see if there was anything I could use.
CounselorTempest: He's a xenophobe.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: <<Typical of Security. Shoot first, shoot second, shoot some more, and if anybody's still alive, shoot 'em again.>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::sighs:: not much we can do...
CounselorTempest: An utter xenophobe. Most absolute case I've ever seen. The man should never have been let into Starfleet. His grandfather was a Fleet Admiral -- it's the only reason I can see he was passed through the academy.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: Then we have our target.
CounselorTempest: Check it out. All his staff is now and has always been human.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Why bother asking questions? just kill 'em all, then we don't have to worry about it>>
Nuo Jtar: Counselor, I think we have our man.
Nuo Jtar: ::nods:: Very well. I will try to fabricate a suggestion evidence that implicates him. We needn't be dead on the mark; if this Hatch is merely a co-conspirator, we may rattle him enough to make him crack.
CounselorTempest: He's also a genius... there were rumors he was genetically engineered.
Nuo Jtar: I will especially attempt to play on his xenophobia. Perhaps a personal confrontation?
CounselorTempest: I gave up the track and my ideas of revenge when I realized I was being monitored by a computer code -- obviously his work.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I can get in to see him.
Chloe Tiernee: <<brb>>
CounselorTempest: Oh, no. Xenophobia does not make him afraid.
CounselorTempest: It amkes him hate. It makes him angry. He'd kill you as soon as look at you.
Nuo Jtar: But perhaps we can make him ANGRY.
Nuo Jtar: A sneering Romulan face may goad him to... hasty behavior.
Agent DanteSmith: <<might goad some of the rest of us too...>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I'm sayin'!!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::realizes that he's still holding the knife, puts it on his desk:: All right. Will our escort agree to let us move to the border while you compose your report?
Nuo Jtar: Agree? No. But I can persuade them. May I use your viewscreen?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Please.
Nuo Jtar: ::nods:: Thank you, sir.
Ensign Digo: ::Crying out for answers, Digo suddenly hears whispers in his head....::
Nuo Jtar: ::sits before the Admiral's private viewscreen, closes his eyes, and begins to compose a message::
CounselorTempest: ::glances up at Zuriyev and feels herself flush... sits down and turns away from the two of them::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::allows his eyes to wander to Tempest for a long moment, remembering Simone::
CounselorTempest: ::gathers her hair restlessly at the nape of her neck::
Ensign Digo: ::Digo hears......:: " Hatch is an utter xenophobe. Most absolute case I've ever seen. The man should never have been let into Starfleet. His grandfather was a Fleet Admiral -- it's the only reason I can see he was passed through the academy."
Nuo Jtar: ::opens his eyes, activates view panel::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::finds himself recognizing the curve of her neck specifically::
Chloe Tiernee: <<afk.. family problems.>>
Nuo Jtar: ::contacts the Krechth, speaks in Rihannsu:: >> Communications officer, I will speak with your Commander IMMEDIATELY. <<
NoahLetendre has left the room.
Ensign Digo: ::Digo hears....::"Oh, no. Xenophobia does not make him afraid. It makes him hate. It makes him angry. He'd kill you as soon as look at you."
CounselorTempest: ::stares into the shadows::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::follows the line of her arm, the memory rushing back to him, then forces himself to not think about that right now::
Nuo Jtar: ::a moment later, Commander Hartnu of the Krechth appears onscreen:: >> Subcommander J'tar! I am loyal to Her August Majesty. How may I serve you?<<
CounselorTempest: ::begins to chant the lines of a poem softly under her breath::
CounselorTempest: A world within a world...
CounselorTempest: Delicacy unfurled...
Agent DanteSmith: ::wonders why they havn't come out of the RR yet::
CounselorTempest: A taste of something else... an unregarded whisper at high mass...
Ensign Digo: ::Digo focuses on the words moving mysteriously through his/her mind... a response from the universal presence??::
CounselorTempest: Perfection pearl-stained upon a mundane glass...
Ens Aleks Devon: <<Have to go Final tommorow>>
Nuo Jtar: ::his voice is clearly harsh and preemptory, even in the alien Rihannsu tongue:: >> You will allow us to depart this space immediately. I have received an order from Her August Majesty.<<
CounselorTempest: And then away; falling fast...
CounselorTempest: Until we drop at last...
CounselorTempest: Into the world that surrounds the glow...
Ens Aleks Devon has left the room.
CounselorTempest: Wishing, flushed still, that it would grow...
Ensign Digo: ::Digo focuses on the word HATE::
Agent DanteSmith: <<liar liar, Rommie pants on fire>>
Nuo Jtar: Hartnu > >> But this is irregular, sir... I have orders not to let you leave... <<
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::thinks about a possible hole in the plans, decides how to resolve it::
Kyla Kadin has left the room.
Nuo Jtar: >> You WILL let us go, Commander! Or would you trifle with the Tal Shiar? My authorization code is Gra-Trena-Eightfold. Look it up.<<
Ensign Digo: ::Wonders if it's a sign of the renewed vision..... a new calling::
Nuo Jtar: Hartnu > ::pause:: >> Yes, sir. Understood. Will it happen soon? <<
Nuo Jtar: ::nods:: >> Very soon. Be prepared for the war. J'tar out.<< ::disconnects::
Nuo Jtar: ::turns wearily to the Admiral:: We must leave. Immediately. Maximum speed.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: The warbirds can not keep up with our maximum speed.
Agent DanteSmith: <<did I mention I hate the Tal Shiar?>>
Nuo Jtar: All the better. Now make haste!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer, unseal this room, authorization Zuriyev Rho Gamma Pi One Three Niner.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Yes. Several times>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<just checking>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Computer> Room unsealed.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Walks out onto the bridge::
CounselorTempest: Mr. J'tar.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Tac, set course for Earth. Warp nine point nine.
Chloe Tiernee: ::still on the bridge::<<back>>
Agent DanteSmith: aye sir
CounselorTempest: I will say this once... and quietly...
Agent DanteSmith: ::and away-ay they go::
CounselorTempest: You will never call me "the lovely Tempest" again.
Nuo Jtar: ::pretending not to have noticed what transpired between Tempest and Zuriyev:: Of course, Counselor. I am very sorry.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Shoots a questioning glance at the admiral::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Execute.
CounselorTempest: Good luck with your work; if you need any help, let me know.
CounselorTempest: ::stands and exits onto the bridge::
Agent DanteSmith: ::oh...now they go::
Nuo Jtar: ::exits to bridge::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> Atlantis warps away. The warbirds give chase, but can't keep up.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: As soon as we're out of jamming range, get a message to the Trafalgar to meet us just past the border.
Nuo Jtar: ::gazes almost sadly at the viewscreen, whispers queitly to himself in Rihannsu:: >>It is done. I can never go back.<<
CounselorTempest: ::pretends she doesn't understand Rihannsu::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches the tactical readout to make sure the warbirds aren't catching them::
Nuo Jtar: ::looks at Tempest- he IS a telepath, after all- and smiles grimly:: >> You know this sensation also.<<
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Doctor Tiernee, in the ready room, now.
CounselorTempest: ::speaks to Jtar:: I was forced off my homeworld when I was twelve. I know it.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Counselor, you have the bridge.
CounselorTempest: <<that last was in rihannsu>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks into the RR::
CounselorTempest: Aye, sir.
Nuo Jtar: ::whispers:: >>I could feel it was so.<<
Chloe Tiernee: ::nods and walks over to the RR, entering it slowly:: Aye, sir?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::realizes that she knows too much::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: You have transfer orders. You are to become the new CMO of the Trafalgar.
Agent DanteSmith: ::grumbles something about leading Warbirds towards the capital::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::watches after Chloe::
CounselorTempest: >>New homes are hard to find. But they arise occasionally.<<
Chloe Tiernee: ::blinks her eyes:: Transfer orders?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Da. The former CMO of the Trafalgar met with an unfortunate end. You are his replacement.
CounselorTempest: ::has the momentary urge to hug Jtar::
Nuo Jtar: ::seems to wrestle inwardly for a moment, then he is the old, wily, charming J'tar:: >> This is so. And I cannot say that I am unhappy with the prospect of spending more time in your delightful Federation. Perhaps, Counselor Rainbird, since my stay has been extended, we will have more of a chance to know each other?<<
CounselorTempest: >>What is life but chances?<<
CounselorTempest: Tactical?
CounselorTempest: Report status.
Chloe Tiernee: I...but are these orders?
Chloe Tiernee: ::frowns slightly, hadn't expected to leave the Atlantis::
Nuo Jtar: ::grins at the Counselor's back, and then stalks off to the Holodeck to begin forging his "evidence"::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Has one of those "somethings up" feelings::
Agent DanteSmith: they're falling behind sir
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Da, they are orders. Additionally, you will never mention what you know about what transpired here to anyone.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::hands her a PADD containing the transfer orders, imposing his signature on them:: Effective immediately.
Chloe Tiernee: ::takes the padd, nods a little, a bit shocked:: Aye sir.. I'll gather my things as soon as I can.. and have them ready..
RAdm AC Zuriyev: You are relieved of duty on Atlantis, also effective immediately.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Dismissed.
CounselorTempest: Lieutenant Zinthys.
CounselorTempest: Report status, please.
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks up surprised::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Glances at her:: Of what, sir?
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at Zinthys and shrugs::
Chloe Tiernee: ::nods:: Aye sir. ::turns and moves to the exit::
CounselorTempest: The ship.
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::suddenly notices that the warbird he's been studying devoutly is dropping out of sensor range:: Dammit. So much for that. Guess I'll join Aleks in the mess hall.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks out onto the bridge::
CounselorTempest: Although if you want to tell me your status this afternoon, that works too. ::winks::
Chloe Tiernee: ::glances at Allen as she walks to the lift::
Ensign Digo: ::Rises from the floor w/ renewed emergy and purpose::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks curious::
CounselorTempest: ::returns the bridge to Zuriyev and goes to her chair::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Report.
CounselorTempest: All has been still.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Rolls his eyes at Tempest and follows Chloe with his eyes questioningly::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
Chloe Tiernee: ::paused::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::paused::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Lieutenant Smith, seeing as how you have the tactical console, why don't you give the Counselor a report?
Agent DanteSmith: ::pauseded::
Nuo Jtar: ::PAUSE::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::paused::
Agent DanteSmith: <<i did once...must not have been enough>>
Ensign Digo: ::paused and stuff::
CounselorTempest: <<Sorry, thought Zinthys couldn't get enough of that post.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<me beat him to it tonight ::grins real big::>>
Nuo Jtar: <<See? I'm not so evil after all.>>
CounselorTempest: <<Sorry guys!>>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Looks like this is coming to fruition soon.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<But you're still a Rommie>>
Nuo Jtar: <<I'm the Diet Coke of Evil. Just One Calorie... Not Evil Enough!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Yeah, and I decided not to pull rank on him>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<but aren't Diet softdrinks like...super evil?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Cancer-inducing>>
Nuo Jtar: <<Only if they're also caffeine-free.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<that too>>
CounselorTempest: :::blows whistle::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Nice job, guys... thanks for not starting a war while we were in the RR.
CounselorTempest: Attention!
Agent DanteSmith: ::@A::
Dr Phil Shaeffer: ::@a::
CounselorTempest: ::attn::
Nuo Jtar: ::aa::
Chloe Tiernee: ::attn::
Ensign Digo: ::AA::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That is all for tonight... see everyone next week.
CounselorTempest: Crew dismissed!
Nuo Jtar: <<disappears in a cloud of noxious black smoke>>
Nuo Jtar has left the room.
Ensign Digo: <<Diet Coke gave my mother meningitis>>
Chloe Tiernee has left the room.
Agent DanteSmith: ::runs away::
CounselorTempest: ::puts the whistle in a velvet box for next week::
Agent DanteSmith has left the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Disappears in a flash of indigo::
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Ensign Digo has left the room.
CptHacker has left the room.