RAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
RAdm AC Zuriyev: << Oh, and whatever happens tonight - just play along. >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: << crap. my dear old dad is refusing to relinquish control of his computer. Tempest, feel free to NPC me until I can get back. sorry, everyone!!! >>
LtTommySpark: ::in sickbay::
CmdrBrookeDolan has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: << ::Doesn't remember where he was:: >> ::Sitting at Tactical, watching the bridge::
CounselorTempest: Dolan> Admiral. Counselor. We're all onboard the ship now. Don't you think we owe the crew some sort of explaination for this odd behavior?
CounselorTempest: Dolan> I mean... after last time you acted irrationally...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: That is certainly true.
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::chuckles softly at the uncomfortable moment between ZUriyev and Dolan, then turns her head::
CounselorTempest: Tempest> Admiral? What can we say to the crew? What do we know?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We do not know much, unfortunately.
Agent DanteSmith has left the room.
CounselorTempest: ACTION> a communication starts to come through
LtJG Taryn: ::at helm::
LtTommySpark has left the room.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: << They're dropping like flies! >>
LtJG Taryn: << ::puts glue on everyones feet:: >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps, attempting to find the location of the comminucation::
CounselorTempest: (from Earth HQ)
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps:: +Zuri+ Admiral, a ommuncation is coming through from HQ
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ Put it through in here, please.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir ::taps and routes the communication into the RR::
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Alexi. New news from the front. It looks like we're placing Earth under quarantine >from this end.
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Can't tell you anything specific, because we don't know anything specific. I think it looks like a disease - but... well. What do you call a disease that has no symptoms? No causal factor? There are no bacteria or
CounselorTempest: viral infections present anywhere. It's a mystery. But.
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Zilinski? ::Forehead slap:: >>
Agent DanteSmith has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> The entire investigative team at F'landar is dead. And we have news that more Cardassian worlds have fallen. Trill is sending a ship to investigate. It's powered with their best scientists, the lion share of their
CounselorTempest: symbiont population. We need to protect Earth. That falls to you and third fleet.
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Any questions?
Agent DanteSmith: << EEEEErrrrggggghhhh....and I was in the middle of editing a project report too!!! why the crash?! why?! >>
CounselorTempest: << Someone invite Tommy please >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Just to mess with you >>
CounselorTempest: << i can't; I tried to invite him before his last crash, and the computer thinks I still have him invited >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: We will set up a perimeter around Sector 001, then.
LtTommySpark has entered the room.
LtTommySpark: << WHat did I mis >>
CounselorTempest: << I'll c/p >>
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Whatever this is, there have been no messages. NO evidence of powered weapons.
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Halt any incoming traffic - that's what your phaser power is good for. We don't have any evidence that whatever this is can travel through ship hulls, but it can certainly enter planetary atmospheres.
Agent DanteSmith: << wow! MS actually did good this time! yeah! Word recovered my document! three cheers for the devil! hip hip...wait a second... >>
CounselorTempest: Admiral Zilinski> Be prepared for your phaser power to be useless.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: What about shields?
CounselorTempest: Zilinski> Around the entire planet?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: On ships.
Agent DanteSmith: << what the heck are we fighting here? and why do I get a big cubic fear from this... >>
CounselorTempest: Zilinski> We have no evidence.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: All right then. Third Fleet will be on it.
CounselorTempest: << Cubic fear? Like paintings with lots of eyes? >>
Agent DanteSmith: << right ::rolls a 7 1/2 of his eyes:: >>
LtTommySpark has left the room.
CounselorTempest: Zilinski> See that you are. Zilinski out.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Zinthys+ Red alert!
CounselorTempest: Tempest> Well, now we have something to tell the crew.
Lt Allen Zinthys: +Zuri+ Aye, sir
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Indeed.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps and red lights bathe the ship::
CounselorTempest: Brooke> To the bridge?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Annoying buzzer sound summons all crew to battle-stations::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Walks out onto the bridge::
Agent DanteSmith: ::perks up from sleepy position...rushes to battle-station::
CounselorTempest: ::follows him (both brooke and tempest)::
Lt Allen Zinthys: captain on the bridge!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, keep shields at maximum, and work on a way to strengthen them against possible bio-intrusion.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Coordinate with science and medical on that.
Lt Allen Zinthys: On it
CounselorTempest: Tempest> Sir... permission to keep a console tuned to GNN.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Granted.
CounselorTempest: Tempest> ::turns on GNN::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Taryn, set course for the edge of the sector....
CSciAxelalexa: << ::suddenly realizing he was simming, puts away the can he had repeatedly stabbed with a knife in a futile attempt to open, and begins reading:: >>
Agent DanteSmith: << he said futile... >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps:: +Axe+ Axelalexa, I have need of your services
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> Everything is suddenly different but seems perfectly normal....
CSciAxelalexa: << Damn you, can of chili.... damn you... >>
CSciAxelalexa: +Zinthys+ How may I be of service?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
Agent DanteSmith: ::jumps into the chair behind the desk.....suddenly is at Tac::
Lt Allen Zinthys: << ::Blink:: >>
CounselorTempest: MAGIC EDIT:
Agent DanteSmith: << wow! cool idea! >>
CounselorTempest has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: << ROTFLOL >>
LtTommySpark has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: << don't even ask, Tommy ;-) >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: MAGIC EDIT: Zinthys is Chief Engineer, Sitara is Counselor... Merienn Kiela is CSEC/TAC...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Tommy Spark doesn't exist...
Kiela Merienn has entered the room.
ShannonYannuss has entered the room.
LtTommySpark has left the room.
Agent DanteSmith: << oooh! wondered where she was >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Continued editing: Our XO's last name is now Zuriyev...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: EDiting: Yannuss is my aide de camp...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Questions?
Agent DanteSmith: ::raises hand::
CSciAxelalexa: ::raises claw::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Axe?
Lt Allen Zinthys: who's the CO, or is that a surprise?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: That's me.
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks at Axe with that "just what I was thinking" look::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ok
CSciAxelalexa: So Dante and I exist, right?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, you do exist.
CSciAxelalexa: Ok.
Agent DanteSmith: no big changes for us?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Some people just need to be left alone.
CSciAxelalexa: Whoo hoo!
Agent DanteSmith: lol
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Except that all of this seems perfectly normal to you.
Agent DanteSmith: ::high fiv....err...claws him::
DrMeghanBelcher has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: What's the status of the ship?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Returns high claw::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Same?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, the ship is in the same situation.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ANyone else?
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zuriyev+ Admiral, Dr. Belcher here. My sickbay is dirty again. What does it take to get a decent cleaning staff on this vessel!?
Agent DanteSmith: ::steps away from Tac as Kiela takes over the position...salutes::
Kiela Merienn: ::nods coldly at the officer::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Wonders where his wife has gotten to::
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zuriyev+ I can't be expected to work under these conditions
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Belcher+ So take care of it. We have other problems to worry about.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looking at the core from a catwalk, seeing it working fine::
Kiela Merienn: Brooke> ::tucks little Alexis is under the sheets::
ShannonYannuss: ::hovers near Zuriyev's right arm, trying to look important::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yannuss. Coffee.
Agent DanteSmith: ::heads back to the office to take care of more staff coordination::
ShannonYannuss: Yes sir. Right away sir.
Kiela Merienn: Brooke> ::hears Kenny crying:: Shhh... ::walks over to his crib:: Don't worry, baby. It's all good.
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zuriyev+ And my AMOs are ALL incompetent. I though I told you to have them all transferred and replaced!
ShannonYannuss: ::rushes to the replicator in the ready room::
CSciAxelalexa: ::reading scientific journals::
Kiela Merienn: Brooke> ::leaves the room and heads to the turbo-lift:: Bridge.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: +Belcher+ Zuriyev out.
ShannonYannuss: ::mutters that coffee-getting isn't very important and that he could handld much more complicated tasks, given the chance::
Agent DanteSmith: << heh...Kenny...hmm...wonder where they got that one... >>
Kiela Merienn: Kiela> Sir, incoming message from Starfleet HQ.
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zuriyev+ Admiral! Admiral!! How dare you suggest that anything might be more important than my problems!!
RAdm AC Zuriyev: On screen.
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Admiral is unresponsive. Belcher fumes::
ShannonYannuss: ::to the replicator:: Coffee. Piping hot. White mug. Extra sugar.
DrMeghanBelcher: Incompetent pricks!
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> Members of third fleet... we are reporting ...
DrMeghanBelcher: An entire crew of incompetent pricks!
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> Before this hits GNN...
DrMeghanBelcher: Nurse Luann> ::stares in disbelief::
DrMeghanBelcher: What are you looking at, bitch!?
ShannonYannuss: ::watches the coffee fizzle into existence::::never ceases to be impressed by that::
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> Seventeen federation worlds have been wiped clean of all life. Our fate is still unimaginably better than that of the Romulans, Cardassians and Bajorans who are gone.
Agent DanteSmith: ::enters the Sec office:: Bob? what are you doing in here?
Kiela Merienn: Fleet ADmiral Drake> Entirely. Gone. And we still don't know what's doing it.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Frowns::
ShannonYannuss: ::grabs the coffee, ignoring the burnt fingers it gives, and hurries back to Zuriyev::
ShannonYannuss: ::wordlessly hands the Admiral the coffee::
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> I am sad to report that three of our fleets have been destroyed. We will have much mourning to do when this is over.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: If it is ever over.
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> IF any of us are left to mourn. Your orders are slightly different now.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> may I remind you...that as a Lt SG...I out rank you! you will address me as Sir!
DrMeghanBelcher: Computer, open private channel to Lt Allen Zinthys.
Agent DanteSmith: ::snaps to...salutes:: aye sir
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Working on his PADD, writing reports for the Admiral::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, Admiral?
Kiela Merienn: Fleet Admiral Drake> Protect Earth. But also protect its artifcats. Something must remain of our great dream of a pax romana in the 24th century - of our momentary idyll in the vast void of space/time, when we dared to believe that
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zinth+ Hey, sexy. You fu**ing ravaged me last night. Ready for a repeat performance?
Kiela Merienn: sentients could live and breathe together, in collaboration, and be better than ever they were before.
Kiela Merienn: Drake out.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Matyeryebyets.
Agent DanteSmith: Bob> now...since we're on duty...we'll get to work...make sure the troops are all in place...I'm goin for coffee
CSciAxelalexa: ::Looks over article 25243.8, on Cardassian bioweapons::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::blushes rather furiously and hurries into his office::
ShannonYannuss: ::brushes a speck of dust from sleeve::
DrMeghanBelcher: +Zinth+ Contact me when you get this message. Belcher out.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::drinks the coffee, frowns at the presence of sugar::
Agent DanteSmith: aye sir ::sits at the desk and gets to work...mutters something about cruel task-master as Bob leaves the office::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: I like my coffee black. You know that.
Kiela Merienn: Kiela> Sir. Orders, sir?
ShannonYannuss: Right sir. Sorry sir. Won't happen again.
ShannonYannuss: Minor slip of the lips.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Contact the rest of Third Fleet and arrange a perimeter at Neptune.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sits in his chair, relishing in the soft glow of the warp core::
Kiela Merienn: +Third Fleet+ Prepare for hunta proliferation. Border around Neptune.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Nurses his cup of coffee, and sees his message light blinking::
CSciAxelalexa: ::looks over the specs:: These are pretty interesting, but with two changes here and here, they'd do more damage to the nervous system.
LtJG Taryn: ::starts to cough alittle::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Work on our shields, too. We must find a way to protect ourselves.
DrMeghanBelcher: +to random doc+ Get your ass to work. Fix those patients. We haven't got all day.
Kiela Merienn: Sir, the space around Neptune is suffering from... what appears to be more than a routine disturbance...
Lt Allen Zinthys: Computer, play message.
Kiela Merienn: A vessel is emerging. It appears to be Socrates class.
Agent DanteSmith: ::sees that everyone is where they need to be...picks up a Cardassian report on Bioweapons he had been meaning to get to::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Hears the message from Megan and smiles in remembrance::
ShannonYannuss: ::leans over and flicks a piece of lint from Zuriyev's shoulder::
Kiela Merienn: Brooke> Socrates class? Why does that seem familiar?
DrMeghanBelcher: ::looks around, leaces sickbay, makes her way toward engineering::
ShannonYannuss: ::stands back and continues to be important::
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Meghan* >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: Computer, locate Dr. Meghan Belcher.
DrMeghanBelcher: :: enters Allen's office w/o "knocking::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: The Wright Class experiment.... the Socrates was the predecessor.
DrMeghanBelcher: ::pushes him against desk::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Computer, Belay that
Kiela Merienn: Brooke> Right. The ones they sent into different quadrants... and none of them came back.
DrMeghanBelcher: I need you. I need you now. And don't you dare say no, or I'll catsrate you.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Funny, I was just thinking about you, too.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: And here's one now... how odd.
Lt Allen Zinthys: You say that like you doubt my response.
Kiela Merienn: Kiela> As fascinating as this puzzle may be, sir, suggest we withhold our curiosity while we are on patrol. Perhaps once the permiter is established we can risk communication with them.
DrMeghanBelcher: Mm.... good submissive male. Now! On your knees!
Kiela Merienn: << Tim! >>
Agent DanteSmith: << dang >>
ShannonYannuss: << ::dies laughing:: >>
DrMeghanBelcher: ::pulls out handcuffs: I have a surprise for you!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Grins, and obeys::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I like surprises
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Damn lag! >>
Kiela Merienn: << You've been hanging out with Kitana too much!!! >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Commander Kiela, I doubt that this perimeter will have any effect. The emergence of this vessel...
CSciAxelalexa: ::curses quickly in his own tongue, which to someone who didn't speak his language would sound like a raspy series of clicks and hisses, and to someone who did, an incoherently fast string of syllables not used often around
CSciAxelalexa: outsiders::
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Cuffs him to desk, blindfolds him::
DrMeghanBelcher: We're gonna play a little game.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Could have some bearing on the situation...
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Ahhhh, the things we don't normally get to experiment with with our characters >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Set course to intercept.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Taryn, I want us there ASAP.
LtJG Taryn: Aye sir
CSciAxelalexa: But then, if they've developed this, they're not too far from being able to make TCM 352...
Lt Allen Zinthys: Ooooo. I looove games
CmdrBrookeDolan has entered the room.
DrMeghanBelcher: I'm going to ask you questions. And if you get the answer right ::leans in, teasing:: I'll give you a treat.
CmdrBrookeDolan: << Sorry everyone! Thanks, Tempest! >>
ShannonYannuss: ::clears throat for no apparent reason::::straightens uniform::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Frowns, not too sure about this one::
Agent DanteSmith: << wait... >>
LtJG Taryn: ::enages::
DrMeghanBelcher: Now tell me... who makes you hotter than any ::breath on kneck:: other ::breath:: woman?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Breathing heavily:: Oh, you do!
Kiela Merienn: << Kiela ;-) >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Commander Kiela, which Socrates-class vessel is this, specifically?
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Well, apparently not right now! >>
Kiela Merienn: Impossible to tell at the moment, sir...
DrMeghanBelcher: Good boy! ::slowly removes his uniform and runs her lips from his chest down his stomach, until...:: Oops... guess you'll have to wait for the next question.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches his wife while she gets the answer, hoping that this can be stopped, selfishly wanting to save his family::
Kiela Merienn: Viewscreen identification iwll be possible when we approach.
Kiela Merienn: Warp signatures that far back are not on record.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Computer, lock the door to my office and shutter the windows.
Agent DanteSmith: ::yawns as the report drones on...never cared too much for the bio part of weapon design...prefers the sub-atomic aspects::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Taryn, ETA?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Whimpers::
LtJG Taryn: Two minutes sir
Kiela Merienn: Sir, all Trill officers are under order to return to Trill immediately.
Agent DanteSmith: << be a man about it! >>
DrMeghanBelcher: Hmm... Just like a puppy, begging for treats. You want treats, don't you?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Goes back to working on a small hand held plasmathrower, wondering if the tanks for them are too heavy::
Kiela Merienn: The symbiont population has been virtually wiped out...
Lt Allen Zinthys: Oh, yes. I love treats!
CmdrBrookeDolan: My God ...
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Commander Zuriyev, prepare a release for all Trill members of the crew.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods::
LtJG Taryn: Sir 1 minute
Kiela Merienn: We are close enough to make a positive identification.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Identify.
ShannonYannuss: ::glances wistfully at the commander::::quickly averts his gaze::
Kiela Merienn: THe Wright class vessel is the USS Jung.
DrMeghanBelcher: Mm... then tell me, ::places mouth to his navel:: Who has complete, utter power of you? Who engingeers the engineer?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::somewhat disoriented, prepares a release and sends it to all Trill crewmembers::
Kiela Merienn: << Socrates class >>
Kiela Merienn: It's mission was to plunge into the Beta quadrant.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Oh, God. You do, you do!
Agent DanteSmith: << getting sicker... >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: The Jung?
Kiela Merienn: Yes, Commander.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Taryn, drop to impulse.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: << Everyone want to keep going? >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: << yes please! >>
LtJG Taryn: aye sir::taps the panels::We are at impulse
Lt Allen Zinthys: << I'm awake >>
DrMeghanBelcher: ::Slides out of her uniform, letting her nipple just graze his lips::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: << I'll bet you are. >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: << LOL >>
Agent DanteSmith: << uhm...report...sim...report...sim...report..........let's sim >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Hail them, Taryn.
LtJG Taryn: Aye sir,
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::confused and worried:: But didn't they ... ::trails off::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks up at her, his eyes asking permission::
LtJG Taryn: ::hails the ship::
DrMeghanBelcher: Permission. Granted.
CSciAxelalexa: ::Twists in the fuel cell, holds it out::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: This is Rear Admiral A.C. Zuriyev of the USS Atlantis. Please respond.
CSciAxelalexa: ::taps the trigger, watches as a burst of plasma fires out::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::steps closer to her husband, waiting anxiously for the response to his hail::
Kiela Merienn: Captain Madison> Captain Madison of the USS Jung here... a bit disoriented... is this Sector 001?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Greedily suckles::
ShannonYannuss: ::steps ever-so-slightly closer to Brooke::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, Captain, and this sector is under quarantine.
RAdm AC Zuriyev: ::looks to see if Shannon brought the correct coffee::
Agent DanteSmith: ::opens a few new physics reports...tries to finish his new rifle design::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::half glances at Yannuss, momentarily distracted::
ShannonYannuss: ::stares straight ahead::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::reaches behind her for a padd, her attention pulled in several different directions::
CSciAxelalexa: Hmm... not enough range, yet...
CSciAxelalexa: But I can't wait see this used on someone.
DrMeghanBelcher: Good work, Lieutenant. ::slowly slides up until a slightly more vulnerable area is directly above his mouth.:: Go to work. Full diagnostic check. I want to know my systems are operational. That's an order.
Kiela Merienn: Captain Madison> Our ship was in trouble, and we went through a wormhole...
Kiela Merienn: Captain Madison> Forgive me, Admiral, but I don't recognize you or your craft.
LtJG Taryn: ::raises a brow::
Kiela Merienn: << I'm glad no one under 18 is on the ship, or Gem would have our asses in a sling. >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, ::grin:: mistress. ::Begins the "diagnostic check"::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: Interesting. We record your ship as being lost in the Beta Quadrant - thirty years ago.
Lt Allen Zinthys: << Are you so sure about that? >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::calls up a search on the padd, trying to stay focused on the viewscreen, thinks something is weird, but can't figure out what::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: What year is it by your standard?
Kiela Merienn: << I've met most of you... >>
DrMeghanBelcher: ::moans:: Excellent. Work. Lieutenant.
Kiela Merienn: Captain Madison> 2351.
CmdrBrookeDolan: (w) Ahh ... of course. ::thinks:: That's it! My husband is soooo smart.
Agent DanteSmith has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: << You sure everyone's 18+? >>
ShannonYannuss: Pardon? Did you say something, Commander? Is there anything I can get you?
RAdm AC Zuriyev: The current year is 2380, Captain.
Kiela Merienn: << Positive? Nope. But someone's lying if they're under 18. >>
RAdm AC Zuriyev: << Doesn't really matter to me. I do not censor my crew. >>
Lt Allen Zinthys: << I never said I wasn't.... >>
Kiela Merienn: << I didn't mean to imply that. >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::half turns to Shannon, fascinated by what she's hearing:: Ah ... thank you ... ah ... no. Thanks.
DrMeghanBelcher has left the room.
CSciAxelalexa: << Or maybe we split up into multiple Syds for combat purposes, and at that point each individual Syd takes on a fraction of their whole communalage... >>
Kiela Merienn: Captain Madison> 30 years? ::sighs:: Anything to escape that thing...
ShannonYannuss: Let me know if you need anything, Br -- uh, Commander.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::blinks, turns to look more directly at Shannon, tilts her head slightly and studies him::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: You will not like what you find here, Captain.
Lt Allen Zinthys has left the room.
ShannonYannuss: ::swallows::::not meeting her gaze::
LtJG Taryn: << nite everyone, I'm feeling under the weather, need some sleep >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::gives a slight shake of her head and then ignores him once again to focus on the conversation, doesn't give him a second thought::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
ShannonYannuss: ::puffs out chest slightly::::tries to look important::
RAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM