VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
Agent DanteSmith: ::on duty, behind the Tactical console::
Taev trTei
: ::steps into the armory after locating the missing Type-I phaser, humming to himself::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<YOU!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<ha!>>
: :: is on her office doing paperwork::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<And Swiss isn't even here for me to torment...>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::on the bridge::
LtJGRuder: ::In engineering with his bloody nose, now fixed up with toilet paper in his nostrils::
CSciAxelalexa: ::On duty at the science console, pressing buttons::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<I swear, I need to put another tac console on the bridge so you two will share,...>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<oh, go play with've been neglecting him!>>
: <<lol>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LoL>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::on the bridge as well, reading a padd::
TKirr: ::fiddles with an odd-looking instrument in Main Science Lab Axelalexa had recently told her to use on a set of specimens, wondering how to use it::
: ::leaves the cargo bay and goes to sickbay::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<That's true..>>
Taev trTei: ::locates the storage container that it belongs to, and slides it in, turning around to head for the turbolift::
Taev trTei: [...]
ErisedNatas: ::stands and stretches looking out the window::
Cdr Sullivan: :::in her office sipping warm cider and wondering why she has had this uneasy feeling eversince she left the bridge:::
LtJGRuder: ::All alone in Engineering, besides NPCs::
Taev trTei: ::steps into the turbolift, yawning:: Computer, main security..
LtJGRuder: Logan! Can you run a diagnostic on the power relays on the bridge?
LtJGRuder: Logan> I guess so, sir.
LtJGRuder: Guess so?
LtJGRuder: Logan> I would rather stay here.
LtJGRuder: What am I going to do with you?
Taev trTei: ::steps out into the hall after the turbolift slides to a halt, and heads down to security::
LtJGRuder: Logan> I don't know, you are the superior officer here.
LtJGRuder: Fine, I will do it.
Taev trTei: ::steps into the room, looking around for a few seconds::
LtJGRuder: I have to talk to Zinthys anyway.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Dante, ETA to Eta Mu IV?
ErisedNatas: ::steps out of her office and begins her checks on her paitents::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Wonders if he remembered to give TKirr the Triumvate Manifold Unfolding Dimensional Vector Space Quantum Box, and not the Science "Mr Zapper" High Power Taser... Gets those two mixed up sometimes::
ErisedNatas: ::anything to get away from paperwork::
TKirr: <<I really should come up with something to do *before* the sim ;-)>>
: <<lol Axe!>>
Cdr Sullivan
: :::sighs and frowns::::
Taev trTei: ::slides behind an empty desk, and begins filling out some paperwork regarding the ship's weapons locker security..::
LtJGRuder: Mr. Logan, Engineering is yours, contact me if you need me.
LtJGRuder: Logan> ::Nods:: Aye, sir.
TKirr: ::puts the instrument down and picks up one she is more familiar with and starts pokin the specimens with it::
: ::Supposes the lab critters will tell her rather quickly::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks from ME and heads to the TL::
ErisedNatas: ::looks at the stats of one paitent::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sitting in the Sec. office, doing PADDwork
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::
TKirr: Specimen 1> CHEEP!
: so how are you feeling today mary?
TKirr: ::backs away, startled::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::glances back at Smith::
Taev trTei: ::blinks, and looks up, wondering what ever happened to that Bob fellow, and finally notices Zinthys..::
ErisedNatas: mary>fine thank you doc
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::shuffles through paperwork::
Taev trTei: Greetings, Lieutenant.
LtJGRuder: ::Enters TL:: Deck One, bridge.
Cdr Sullivan: ::::stands and exits her office, heading for the TL:::
ErisedNatas: thats good. your vital signs are stable and it looks like you will be out of here in no time
ErisedNatas: mary> thats really good to hear
TKirr: ::raised a brow at the disgruntled creature, looks at the instrument, and wonders if she had better use the one Axe had given her::
: ::smiles and moves on to next paitent::
Agent DanteSmith has left the room.
CSciAxelalexa: <<Poking things with stuff, a proud scientific tradition for many centuries>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::carries her mug of cider with her::::
Taev trTei: Bob>::currently being turned into a Cheeze-it by the imfamous Doctor Axelalaexa?::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks at sees Taev:: Ahhh, Mr. Tei
TKirr: <<lol>>
: ::TL stops and walks out onto the bridge::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I was about to see if I could find you.
Taev trTei: tr'Tei, sir.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sucks teeth:: Right.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::watches Smith standing perfectly still and waits for him to catch up with the timestream::
ErisedNatas: ::runs a tricorder over the next unconscious paitent::
LtJGRuder: ::Glances around the bridge, seeing no sight of Mr. Zinthys::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::frowns at paperwork::
CounselorTempest: ::walks into sickbay, and looks around for Spark::
CounselorTempest: ::can't find him::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::hates paperwork::
Taev trTei: ::supresses a snicker as he fills out his report on his PADD::
Agent DanteSmith has entered the room.
CounselorTempest: ::walks to a secluded corner::
Agent DanteSmith: <<bah>>
: ::hesitantly puts her familiar instrument down and picks up the pointy, dangerous-looking one, talking to herself:: I suppose I should learn how to use this somehow...
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Paperwork> ::frowns at Brooke;:
Taev trTei: [WB, Smith.]
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::remembers something needs to be done about the fact that there was a muder onboard::
Agent DanteSmith: <<thanky>>
: +Ruder+ Spark is offduty. Don't know the AMO well enough to risk trying to get it from her...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::glares at paperwork::
ErisedNatas: ::notices the counsoler and puts her tricorder up::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<murder, even>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Ah, there you are, Mr. Smith. ETA to Eta Mu IV?
ErisedNatas: can i helo you counsoler?
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Go to plan B with Zinthys. I'll be in my quarters...
CSciAxelalexa: <<manical laughter makes it work better>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::chuckles quietly:: ETA to Eta ... heh.
CounselorTempest: ::smiles at Natas:: Hi! No, thanks, I was just coming up to see how you were.
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Tempest out.
Agent DanteSmith: ::tunes his ears in:: 6 minutes sir
: How are you adjusting, Ensign?
Cdr Sullivan: :::passes by security and feels a strangely fuzzy feeling in her stomach, gets momentarily lightheaded and drops her mug, liquid flying everywhere:::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks over and starts doing his diagnostic::
LtJGRuder: +Tempest+ Copy that.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> A distress call comes in >from the mining convoy.
ErisedNatas: everythings fine here. im doing great thank you
Lt Allen Zinthys: I apologize for not finding you sooner, as events have necessitated my being on the bridge.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL>>
LtJGRuder: ::At bridge engineering console, running diagnostics::
Agent DanteSmith: incoming distress call Admiral...
Taev trTei
: ::slides his PADD aside, finished with his report, and spins three hundred and sixty degrees in his chair::
TKirr: ::aims the strange device at Specimen 1 and presses the little button::
Agent DanteSmith
: ...appears to be the mining convoy...
: ::Turns and watches Zuriyev::
Lt Allen Zinthys: How have you ajusted to being on the Atlantis, Mr. tr'Tei?
Taev trTei: It's understandable, Lieutenant.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Onscreen.
Taev trTei: Very well, actually.
Agent DanteSmith: ::pushes onscreen button::
: ::Glances back at console and then gazes at the Distress call::
Cdr Sullivan: :::cursess creatively in Bajoran:::
CounselorTempest: I'm glad to hear that!
CounselorTempest: You seem to be adjusting well. ::smiles:: Have you made any friends?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Mining Captain> Admiral Zuriyev! We are under attack by unknown ships! Please hurry!
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Smiles, though it doesn't reach his eyes:: I glad to hear that.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Increase speed to warp 9.99, Smith.
ErisedNatas: yes a few. ::looks down and blushes::
Agent DanteSmith: ::nods::
: everyone here is so nice
TKirr: ::watches as the instrument emits a blue-screened light that covers Specimen 1 and hums, and thinks to herself:: I won't be an Ensign forever...
: ::turns to Zuriyev, gives him a knowing look::
Agent DanteSmith: ::wonders why he's driving...but dosn't question::
: ::Thinks to himself, woah::
Agent DanteSmith: ::kicks it up a notch::
: +Logan+ Mr. Logan, would you increase the power to the inertial dampers?
LtJGRuder: Logan> +Ruder+ Aye, sir.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::frowns::
ErisedNatas: well, if there isnt anything else ::smiles and steps away back to her work::
Taev trTei: ::nods, and continues to spin in his chair, testing the Lieutenant for his reaction to it::
ErisedNatas: ::begind scanning the paitent again::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I had a feeling this would happen.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Red alert!
Taev trTei: Orders, sir? ::while spinning::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Raises an eyebrow::
VAdm AC Zuriyev has left the room.
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ Oh, by the way, make sure you take care with the creatures in cage 21C, they seem to have taken up this habit of shooting tiny needles out of their nasal passages.
TKirr: ::Studies Specimen 1's reaction, which includes a glassy look and static-rising fur::
: ::notices the red alert and begind preparing sickbay for casualties::
Agent DanteSmith: ::smacks big Red button of flashyness::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::leaves the cider on the floor and heads directly for the TL:::
TKirr: Specimen 1> Chee...eep...
VAdm AC Zuriyev
has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::nods at Zuriyev::
LtJGRuder: <<He dozed off>>
LtJGRuder: <<LOL>>
Taev trTei has left the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Hears the red alert signal::
TKirr: +Yes... sir...+ ::confused sound::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<heh...havin fun Zinth? ;-)>>
: <<lol that wasn't done right was it>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Leaves the sec. office::
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands in the TL and begins to shake:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<I'm about to>>
TKirr: +Axe+ ::cries in pain::
: <<oh great, Suli's preggers>>
LtJGRuder: ::Holds console, tapping things. Runs diagnostic and monitors the stresses on the engine systems::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Looks down and sees a cup of something spilled:: Guess that really freaked somebody out...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Drop us from warp and hail the agressors.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Hurries to the TL::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Deck 1.
Cdr Sullivan: <<HA!! I'm not sneezing!!!!>>
CounselorTempest: <<What?!>>
Taev trTei has entered the room.
Agent DanteSmith: ::puts on brakes...hails::
: ::drops the instrument and backs away:: +Axe+ The... *instrument* doesn't seem to be working correctly, sir..
Jack Cahalan
has entered the room.
Taev trTei: [Gyah, stupid AOL.]
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Leaves the TL and enters the bridge::
Jack Cahalan: <<Sorry I'm late, everyone.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<yeah, but you're not 100% Bajoran either, are you?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Jack!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<shh...don't say that...they'll hear you.....>>
Taev trTei
: ::snaps to his feet, hearind the red alert klaxons::
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ What's wrong?
Jack Cahalan: <<Hey, Brooke. : >
CounselorTempest: ::sits down in her room and begins working at a console::
Cdr Sullivan: :::exits the TL and heads directly for medical::::
CounselorTempest: ::with maquis skill diligently covers her tracks in the computer system so that she leaves no trail::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral, have you got a plan?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Walks to the Tactical console and taps Dante on the shoulder once::
TKirr: +Axe+ Guess.
: ::begins to silently adjust the console workings... a tweak here... a ... that should do it::
Agent DanteSmith: ::looks up...raises eyebrow::
: ::blinds the site-to-site transport so that it reads a blank report for the next hour::
CounselorTempest: ::sits back on her heels and inspects her work::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Of course I have a plan.
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ Did I accidentally hand you the Mr Zapper instead of the analyser?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<great, Suli's pregnant and Tempest's a spy. Soap Opera Trek.>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: No response from them a see.
TKirr: ::smacks the console, which responds by throwing up a field around Specimen 1, and walks out the door of the Lab::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<heh>>
: <<Dude, what else has this ship EVER been?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<And Tim's not even here to see it>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<I AM NOT!!!....... yet.>>
CounselorTempest: <<Or have you forgotten your miscarriage and our Kathryn Renaud?>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<roflol>>
Taev trTei
: ::taps his com badge, as he rummages through equipment::
Lt Allen Zinthys: I'm here.
TKirr: +Axe+ I have no way of determining that, sir... ::choking sound::
Cdr Sullivan
: :::enters medical:::: Hello?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<As the Galaxy Turns ...>>
Jack Cahalan: ::frowns as he hears the red alert, knowing it means he's gonna lose some glasses::
Agent DanteSmith: <<::raises hand:: hello...spy...right here...nothing new...hello...>>
Agent DanteSmith
: ::nods:: that you are
Taev trTei
: +Com/Zinthys+>tr'Tei to Zinthys..what's going opn up there?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<just stay away from Zinthys. he has very potent sperm. ... so I hear>>
CounselorTempest: <<LOL!>>
ErisedNatas: ::sees the commander::
TKirr: ::walks briskly for the lift, glancing about nervously, hoping no one notices the green mark on her neck::
: yes whats wrong?
Lt Allen Zinthys: You're in my chair.
LtJGRuder: <<One Stardate at a Time...>>
Cdr Sullivan: ::::her heart begins pounding and she has the most incredible urge to sing:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<ROTFLOL>>
CounselorTempest: <<THANKS. Now I have to think about Eden having babies. Or was it Chloe? Whichever.>>
Doctor Caine: <<Oh, sure...when I'm not in Medical, she goes there. ; ) >>
CSciAxelalexa: <<I can just see it now... All we need now is for Smith to run in, slap Zuri, and demand why Zuri has not yet killed Tempest so that they could live together happily on Risa.>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<uhm...I don't think Eden got pregnent...::thinks hard::>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: << ::dies:: >>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<LOL!>>
Taev trTei: [lol..]
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<No, that was Belle that got pregnant. Not Chloe.>>
ErisedNatas: <<lmfao>>
CounselorTempest: <<Or how about having someone tied to a biobed and having the CMO try to rape them or...wait... that happened, huh?>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::slides over so he's only working the helm::
has left the room.
TKirr: ::pops into the TL:: Deck 15
Agent DanteSmith
: well...I was tired of runnin back and forth...
: <<days of the atlantis's lives>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, tactical analysis of their capabilities?
CounselorTempest has entered the room.
Cdr Sullivan: :::mutters::: I NEVER sing........ ::::looks around again::: Hello???
ErisedNatas: ::goes to the commander:: whats wrong?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sits at tac:: One moment, sir.
Taev trTei: ::blinks, getting no response, and resists the urge to throw his com badge across the room::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks over to the Tactical console:: Mr. Zinthys, may I borrow some Cadmium-Grollide from the Ammunition Locker in the Security Offices?
Jack Cahalan: ::starts putting away glasses so they don't get broken and bottles of liquor away:
Cdr Sullivan: I feel.... funny....strange.... odd.
TKirr: ::after a short ride, arrives at Deck 15 and slips out, stopping nervously as someone passes::
: ::taps her fingers restlessly, contemplates buzzing Ruder, but decides against it::
Cdr Sullivan: :::very matter of factly:::
CounselorTempest: ::pokes around in the computer files instead - since she already has a way in::
ErisedNatas: ::begins helping her to a biobed:: come and sit her while i begin rinning tests::
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ Are you alright?
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::waits::
Taev trTei: ::picks up his PADD and files his report, annoyed by the klaxons at this point..::
TKirr: +Axe+ I'll be fine, sir.
Agent DanteSmith
: ::keeps them a nice distance away::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Talk to tr'Tei. He's in charge down there right now.
ErisedNatas: ::scans the commander with a tricorder::
Jack Cahalan: ::hides da good stuff::
TKirr: +Axe+ ::chokes again::
: ::would really prefer to be in Ten-Forward right about now::
LtJGRuder: ::smiles:: Thank you Lieutenant.
Cdr Sullivan: :::follows and sits::: My heart is pounding..... I get light headed....
TKirr: ::after a quick look about her, slips into Sickbay:: <<who's here?>>
: +TKirr+ I'm not an expert on humaoid biology, but that does not sound okay.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::actually considers faking a bad headache to get off the bridge::
ErisedNatas: have you been drinking, eating, or anything else out of the ordinary?
CounselorTempest: ::sees a note about a death that intrigues her, and works her way out of the situation::
TKirr: +Axe+ I stress on the 'will be', sir.
: ::takes her pulse while talking::
CounselorTempest: +Caine+ Hello, Mr. Caine! I'm teh Ship's Counselor, Tempest Rainbird.
Cdr Sullivan: ::::frowns and whispers::: ANd I feel the urge to..... sing. :::says it as if it were the most awful thing in the world:::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::could really use a drink::
TKirr: <<Who's in Sickbay?>>
: ::Walks into the TL:: Deck Seven, security offices.
TKirr: ::lets the doors shut behind her:: Doctor?
: ::Takes the TL to Deck 7::
CounselorTempest: <<Everybody's got the right to be happy...>>
Jack Cahalan: ::pours himself a quick shot of scotch and downs it ::That'll help.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Unknown, sir.
CSciAxelalexa: Computer, location of TKirr?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<ooh! ooh! let's do an Atlantis musical!!!>>
ErisedNatas: sing? ::looks confused::
Agent DanteSmith: <<uhm...>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Dante, move in closer so I can scan 'em better.
ErisedNatas: are you on any medications?
Cdr Sullivan: :::gestures to TKirr:::: If you want to help her... I can wait.
Agent DanteSmith: ::moves in closer:: k
: <<like the Xena or Buffy musical!>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The alien ships resume their attack on the mining ships, apparently not caring about our presence.
CSciAxelalexa: Computer> ::gives location::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Should we attack, Admiral?
Cdr Sullivan: No medications.... have ingested nothing unusual.
Agent DanteSmith: <<I can sing Bohemian Rhapsody again...>>
: ::to tkirr:: im here, what do you need?
Taev trTei: ::sighs, and paces across the room, waiting for a status update::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Sees the multiple, large ships::
LtJGRuder: ::Steps onto Deck 7, and enters the Security offices, and walks up to tr'Tei::
Agent DanteSmith: ::furls his brow...not liking the fighting::
: lie on the bed and ill have some tests run on you
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::taps, stares::
TKirr: ::stands, watching, waiting, coughing slightly::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ::nods:: Smith, attack pattern Delta two niner. Zinthys, target the weapon and power systems of the lead ship and fire quantum torpedos.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir.
Taev trTei: ::turns to face Ruder:: Lieutenant?
LtJGRuder: Ensign, can I borrow some Cadmium-Grollide from the Ammunitions locker?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sits back and waits for the explosions::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Notices the aliens on the viewscreen:: I think I should scan them.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Targets what appears to be its main gun::
Taev trTei: Of course...may I ask, for what purpose?
CounselorTempest: <<Atlantis did Les Miserables once.>>
Jack Cahalan: ::smiles, a little more relaxed, watches the battle >from the window, it being a nice window on the front of the saucer::
ErisedNatas: ::goes to to tkirr:: can i help you?
Agent DanteSmith: ::swings the ship in low, pulling rightward, moving the middle part topwise, no, topwise::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: The ships seem to be made for planetary assault. Big guns, good targeting.
LtJGRuder: We are doing a test on the Warp Manifold, it is a silicate, which means the Warp Core can work longer on less, maximizing profiecency.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::shudders::>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Fires::
Taev trTei: ::perks a brow, noticing the sudden change in direction::
TKirr: Yes.. I believe I... need medical attention. ::removes her hand from her neck, revealing bleeding::
: ::wonders if she can have Jack bring a drink to her on the bridge::
Cdr Sullivan: :::lays down and just concentrates on breathing:::
LtJGRuder: Even though it is combustible, it works great with engineering things.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Wow. Suli's overreacting. A lot.>>
Taev trTei: Come this way, Lieutenant...::walks out of security, heading down the deck towards the nearest weapons locker::
Cdr Sullivan: :::sings softly::: What a day this has been.....
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Smith, keep us mobile. Big guns do not tend to aim well.
LtJGRuder: ::Follows::
CSciAxelalexa: <<Oh no! Suli, you're suffering from Optimism! It's okay, there's three easy steps to get yourself out of this state>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::nods:: And they're also weak on the armor, but strong on the shields
Agent DanteSmith: ::nods...swings around behind the ships...and back towards there bottoms::
: wow! ::grabs a towell and presses it to her neck:: hold this here and apply pressure while i get a felophil
TKirr: ::grimaces, the tiny spines embedded in her flesh shifting with her movement::
Agent DanteSmith
: <<err...their>>
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Does it involve sex???>>
CSciAxelalexa: <<1) Get very drunk. Alcohol is a depressant. And the drunker you are, the more likely you'll be depressed when you're sober>>
LtJGRuder: <<LMAO>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The ships turn their attention to the Atlantis, who unlike the mining ships, actually fights back.
TKirr: ::puts the towel gingerly against her skin::
Taev trTei
: ::stops at the small locker, and opens it, removing the cadmium-grollide after shuffling around for it for a few seconds::
CmdrBrookeDolan has left the room.
Taev trTei: ::presents it to the Lieutenant::
Cdr Sullivan: :::keeps singing::: What a rare mood I'm in....
ErisedNatas: put pressure on it ::pushes hard on her neck even though it hurts
Taev trTei: Here you are, Mister...Ruder, if I recall correctly?
TKirr: Ow!
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Grins:: Let's play
CSciAxelalexa: <<2) Use your drunkenness to do something you'll regret, like grabbing a lab monkey and swinging it over your head, until people give you a nickname. Embarassing nicknames are guaranteed to fight optimism>>
Jack Cahalan: ::takes another shot of scotch:: ahhh.h.....
LtJGRuder: Correct, I need six canisters of this stuff.
LtJGRuder: If, of course, that isn't a problem...
CounselorTempest: <<Syd, dahlin'... you're going to make me suffer from an internal injury.>>
ErisedNatas: ::notices the commander singing and wonders if she should administer a anesthitic::
TKirr: Careful, Doctor... I think there are foreign objects there...
Taev trTei
: ::perks a brow once again, and reaches back into the locker::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Fires a full spread, targeted at what seems to be the ship's engineering section::
CounselorTempest: +Caine+ Doctor? Is this a bad time?
Taev trTei: ::draws two more cylinders of the stuff, and after a few moments of searching, the remaining amount needed::
TKirr: ::gives Sullivan a strange look and takes a seat on the edge of a bio bed next to her::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ACTION> Our weapons seem to be hurting the lead ship, but the others fire on us, taking down our shields a good bit.
Doctor Caine: +Tempest+ No, not at all.
CSciAxelalexa: <<3) Umm, I forgot step three, but it might involve paste, a blow torch, two bottles of asprin, a piece of cheese cake (although angel food can be subbed in a pinch), and two rabid rabbits>>
LtJGRuder: ::Grabs the locker, bracing from the rumble of phaser fire::
ErisedNatas: ::ruuns to the cabinet and grabs a felophil::
LtJGRuder: +Logan+ Logan, report.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Ship shudders::
TKirr: ::nods to Sulli, grimacing again:: Commander.
Taev trTei
: ::slams up against a bulkhead as the ship gets hit by the weapons fire::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Runs a few scans::
Agent DanteSmith: ::moves the ship forwards not backwards, upwards, not forwards, and constantly twirling, twirling, twirling towards freedom...err...victory::
: Logan> +Ruder+ Everything is holding good down here Lieutenant.
Taev trTei: What the hell was that?
ErisedNatas: ::begins scanning tkirr with the felophil:: how did this happen?
CounselorTempest: +Caine+ I was reading something interesting in the records. About the death of a Kiela Merienn? Says you were the presiding physician at the time.
CSciAxelalexa: Hmm, that's an interesting alignment of the warp naccels.
Lt Allen Zinthys: Shields down to 72.6%!
LtJGRuder: People attacking the mining squad.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Blasts lead ships with phasers::
Cdr Sullivan: ::::sits up suddenly as she realizes the next line::: I've got to go..... :::nods to TKirr and runs from medical:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Smith, z minus ten thousand meters, attack from below.
Doctor Caine: +Tempest+ ::sigh:: Yes, I was.
Agent DanteSmith: ::pulls them down below::
: +Caine+ It's just that... she's not dead?
TKirr: ::rocks with the ship's impact, attempting not to hurt herself further::
: +Caine+ I'm pretty sure I've met her.
Taev trTei: Ah...well, if you need me, I'll be in security.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Kiela died? Why did I miss that?>>
ErisedNatas: ummm okay... ::watches sulli leave::
Agent DanteSmith: ::fast and quick like::
: <<because I never sent the log out!! I'm a DORK!>>
TKirr: ::to Natas:: One of my specimens... ejected on me.
Agent DanteSmith
: <<bah!>>
: <<It's like 20 pages.>>
Cdr Sullivan: ::::feels the ship shudder and the red alert FINALLY registers::::
CSciAxelalexa: <<Oh no! It's just like in that one show! Tempest is really Kiela, but she can't remember because she got amnesia >from that boating accident, and Caine tried to cover it up to protect her,
CSciAxelalexa: and now Tempest is onto the truth!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<That would be a good reason>>
Jack Cahalan: ::puts his feet up on a table and watches the weapons impact::
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Suli killed her.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan has entered the room.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Kewl>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Blasts apart the ship's underside::
ErisedNatas: :: contunies scanning:: this may take a few minutes but it should remove all foreign bodies and heal you right up
LtJGRuder: ::Holds the six canisters::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Nice shot, Zinthys!
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<GRR. My father turned off the PC that is our wireless server. GRR. Someone please save the chat log!>>
CounselorTempest: <<At least, that's what's in the records. :-)>>
Taev trTei: ::heads back down the deck, walking slowly as to avoid falling if the Atlantis is hit again::
LtJGRuder: ::Runs to the TL:: Deck 16, Main Engineering.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The lead ship falls apart in a fireball.
ErisedNatas: ill also give you an injection for any poison that might have gotten in you
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye, sir.
Cdr Sullivan: ::::hops into the TL and heads directly for the bridge::::
TKirr: ::refrains from nodding, remembering the pain her last nod caused::
: <<Well, okay, but I think my guess was almost as good.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::shakes herself, realizes she just dozed off and missed the explosions:: Damn.
Agent DanteSmith: ::avoids big chunk of burning ship::
: <<np Brooke>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::nods and begins firing on the closest ship::
Taev trTei: ::reenters main security, and draws another PADD::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> One of the other ships hails.
LtJGRuder: +Tempest+ Commander, I am ready to go with plan B, starting the expiriments on the Warp Manifold.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<thanks, token hot Vulcan female ;-) >>
Taev trTei: ::mutters, a bit agitated that he's doing paperwork at a time like this..::
Lt Allen Zinthys: They're hailing us!
TKirr: Thank you, Doctor
: <<I see T'Pol >from Enterprise when I think of T'Kirr.>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::smiles slowly:: On screen.
Doctor Caine: +Tempest+ :::frowns::: I fear I don't remember that, quite.
CounselorTempest: +Caine+ This'll have to wait. Maybe you and I can discuss it later.
Cdr Sullivan: :::sees the screen and heads directly for her console::::
TKirr: <<Is that a good thing, Ruder?>>
: <<ditto. T'Kirr, how does it feel to be a sexual object?>>
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Go on then. The footsteps are covered.
ErisedNatas: ::finished scanning and administers a scot for poisons:: there you go. good as new
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Shows the alien on screen::
Doctor Caine: +Tempest+ At your convenience.
TKirr: <<lol what am I doing? I'm injured already :-P>>
Agent DanteSmith
: <<::looks at Zinthys:: so she's a vulcan female you?>>
: <<Why do you think that I did that log with you, you little hotty you! 8-)>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> A race we haven't seen before, but has odd fuscia skin appears on the screen.
LtJGRuder: ::Enters TL::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::perks up and looks at the screen::
Taev trTei: ::begins writing up the withdrawal of the canisters from the deck's weapons locker::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<What?>>
Doctor Caine: :::shakes head, mutters::: If I had any doubt of being on the wrong ship...
Agent DanteSmith: ::winces from color::
: Logan, I am going up to the upper level work station to run some tests, you still have control here.
TKirr: <<She was the starting point of my character>>
: ::Climbs the ladder:: Logan> Aye, sir.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Alien> We wish a cease fire.
CounselorTempest: <<Fuschia. Great. Space barbies.>>
Cdr Sullivan: :::catches sight of Zinthys and she hesitates for a moment, before sliding into her seat and accessing the databanks::::
TKirr: Thank you, Ms. Natas.
Lt Allen Zinthys
: ::Bites his lip to avoid smiling::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: You have attacked a mining envoy representing the United Federation of Planets. Explain yourselves.
LtJGRuder: ::Walks over to the console, opening two canisters and then putting the other four somewhere nearby::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::mutters to herself::
ErisedNatas: ::puts down the scanner and makes a note in tkirrs log about what has ahppened:: youre free to go now ::smiles::
CounselorTempest: ::opens up the space in her room where she intends to store the cannisters::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::thinks Suli looks positively radiant today::
TKirr: ::slides off the biobed and bows slightly at Natas, then turns and exits the Sickbay::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Alien> We have never seen your kind before.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I said to explain yourselves.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Oh, good reason to attack.
CounselorTempest: ::hopes no one decides to investigate the readings that her projector is giving out too closely::
LtJGRuder: Computer, initiate site-to-site transport to Counselor Tempest's quarters. Deck 8 Section 32 Alpha.
LtJGRuder: ::Computer transports four of the canisters of Cadmium-Grollide to the quarters::
Agent DanteSmith: ::thinks "right, one of the biggest empires in the quadrant, and they've never heard of us...likely story"::
Taev trTei
: ::files the PADD, then turns to watch the petty officers rushing about::
TKirr: ::furrows her brows, wondering what's happening on the bridge::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Alien> We are Nargusians.
TKirr: <<petty officers? I never!>>
: ::Grabs open canisters and inserts them into the Warp Manifold::
Cdr Sullivan: :::can find nothing in the databanks that indicates any earlier dealings with the pink people::::
CSciAxelalexa: ::Studies the enemy ships carefully::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: And that is an explanation?
LtJGRuder: Computer, initiate insertion of the Cadmium-Grollide into the Warp Manifold.
LtJGRuder: ::Computer does so, and nothing happens::
Taev trTei: ::sighs, as the security station slides to maximum readyness, wondering if Zinthys has saved some of the opposition for the rest of us..::
LtJGRuder: What?
Taev trTei: [Petty officer is a rank..]
LtJGRuder: ::Taps the console feverishly::
TKirr: ::rides the lift back to her lab, wondering what she is going to try on Specimen 1 next::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Alien> This system was unoccupied and we detected the olivium on the fourth planet, so we came to take it.
Taev trTei: [Petty Officer, Chief Petty Officer, Master Chief Petty officer, et cetera. =P]
CSciAxelalexa: These are interesting results... where interesting could be taken as "not functional".
LtJGRuder: +T'Kirr+ Lt. Ruder to T'Kirr.
Jack Cahalan: ::sees the fighting has stopped::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Eyes narrow, then widen, at the mention of olivium::
TKirr: ::lightly touches her combadge until it chirps:: +T'Kirr to Axelalexa+ ::stumbles over the strange name::
: ::takes the cannisters, and transports them into her concealed chamber, slowly::
TKirr: <<Sorry Ruder>>
: ::Tries to work out how power goes from point A to B::
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Thanks. I got your gift. It was sweet.
TKirr: <<Hold on>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: This system is now claimed by the United Federation of Planets.
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ What's up?
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Meet me in half an hour in Cargo Bay II? I think our mutual friend has more to say then.
LtJGRuder: +Tempst+ I hope you like it, I will be down after my shift to explore it with you, Tempest out.
TKirr: +Axe+ Where is the... device you wanted me to use?
Cdr Sullivan
: :::grunts at the name of the desired element:::
Agent DanteSmith: ::furls brow some mroe::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Alien> Fair enough.
LtJGRuder: <<Scratch that>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Admittedly, we are on the borders of our explored space. Perhaps diplomatic relations may be opened between our peoples?
Taev trTei: ::yawns, seeing that the action must have thinned out, waiting for the ship to stand down to yellow alert..::
TKirr: +Ruder+ Yes, Lieutenant?
: <<Ah...the diplomacy, I remember the best Diplomat, Kathryn Janeway>>
CounselorTempest: <<::grins:: She certainly let her boobs do the talking.>>
Taev trTei: [Wrong. The best diplomat is a photon torpedo. =P ]
ErisedNatas: <<folks im about to have to go but i will be sure to read the rest of this inthe email>>
ErisedNatas: <<i want to know what happens lol>>
TKirr: <<lol if u say so, Temp>>
: +Caine+ Do you have time to meet me in ten forward? I'd like to talk to you in a civil setting.
Taev trTei: [Adios, Natas.]
LtJGRuder: +T'Kirr+ I was testing the Cadmium-Grollide on the Warp Manifold and nothing happened. Perhaps you could come to Engineering and help me with it?
ErisedNatas: <<goodnight all!!>>
CounselorTempest: <<G'night Natas!>>
TKirr: <<Thx for healing Natas>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<Yeah. Janeway ::Voyager shuddering under fire:: "Maybe we can talk this out!">>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Alien> Acceptable. Give me time to contact my leaders and I can arrange an envoy to be sent.
TKirr: +Ruder+ On my way.
: <<Bye Natas>>
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ It should be in your hand... unless it was the Taser.
ErisedNatas: <<Bye>>
TKirr: ::turns off her com:: Gladly.
has left the room.
TKirr: ::turns the TL around::
Doctor Caine
: ::: thinks ::: (Won't we have to leave the ship?) +Tempest+ On my way, Commander.
Cdr Sullivan: ::::looks up to say something about the nature of the alien ships' shields to Zinthys, but can only open and shut her mouth a few up:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: That is fine. Atlantis out.
TKirr: +Axe+ Whatever I used, it greatly agitated the creature.
: <<No, I love the Fi-re!>>
Agent DanteSmith: ::thinks that was a little easy::
: ::blinks at being called Commander::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ACTION> The mining ships land on Eta Mu IV, safe because of our intervention.
Taev trTei: ::shouts out directions to the NPC petty officers, instructing them to begin patrolling the ship, as well as running security checks on her systems::
CounselorTempest: ::walks down to ten forward::
CounselorTempest: Hey, Jack.
CSciAxelalexa: +TKirr+ Oops. Then check the third cabinet to the right. Sorry about that, the two look exactly the same.
CounselorTempest: ::takes a table::
Lt Allen Zinthys: Sir, the mining ships have landed safely.
CounselorTempest: Uh, water with lemon please.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Have they powered down weapons?
TKirr: ::lands at Engineering and exits TL::
Jack Cahalan
: :::takes Tempest a water with lemon:: Here you are, Counselor.
TKirr: +Axe+ I will check there, thank you, sir.
: ::Yells to her from the upper level::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Without hesitation:: Yessir.
LtJGRuder: T'Kirr, up here.
Doctor Caine: :::arrives in Ten Forward, moves to the counselor's table:::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Stand down red alert.
LtJGRuder: ::Watches the red lights dim::
TKirr: ::jerks her head in Ruder's direction, wincing in pain::
Doctor Caine
: Permission to come aboard?
Lt Allen Zinthys: Aye. ::Red light fade::
CmdrBrookeDolan has left the room.
CounselorTempest: ;;chuckles::
CounselorTempest: Please, please.
Taev trTei: ::sighs, and takes his seat, watching the klaxons cease::
CounselorTempest: Have we met before? You seem familiar.
CounselorTempest: Oh! I just realized why... are you a student of Zen?
TKirr: ::climbs a ladder up to Ruder's level, easing herself onto the platform::
Taev trTei
: ::taps his com badge, giving out an order for the PO's to finish their patrols and report back to their normal security stations::
LtJGRuder: ::offers hand to support her::
TKirr: What is it, Lieutenant?
: ::ignores his hand::
Jack Cahalan
: ::goes back to the bar:
CmdrBrookeDolan has entered the room.
LtJGRuder: ::Drops the hand::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<DAMMIT!!! Today is not my day! T'Kirr, please save again at the end of the sim.>>
Doctor Caine: :::smiles::: Yes, you might say that.
TKirr: ::looks at Ruder steadily, waiting for an answer::
: Fine, the Cadmium-Grollide isn't meshing with the Warp Manifold.
TKirr: <<Np Brooke, always save em>>
Agent DanteSmith
: ::types in commands to enter orbit...waits for orders::
: ::Takes a quick look at the study he's been running to check mammal migratory patterns via the crew on board:: Hmmmmm... how odd.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<you RULE>>
LtJGRuder: It is a silicate, isn't it? It should slowly down the decay rate of the deuterium, right?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Zinthys, get every peice of data you can on those ships.
TKirr: <<I know>>
: ::wakes up again, yawns:: Wow. I have got to switch back to caffeinated.
TKirr: ::raises her brows, turning to look at the manifold::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Of course, sir. ::Copies info already present in his personal logs to the ships tactical database::
CounselorTempest: <<And modest too!>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: If those colonists had been sent, and under the terms of their contract, they would have no Starfleet protection this far out...
TKirr: ::reaches to her hip and pulls out her ever-present tricorder from its case::
: I think I met Kiela once... through an... odd contact...
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::gets up, stretches, heads to the replicator:: Coffee, regular.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: They would have all died. Two hundred thousand of them.
LtJGRuder: <<Zinthys, why did you have info on them in your personal folder?>>
CounselorTempest: ::frowns:: There was a peculiar note about the Commander in it too.
CounselorTempest: I was... intrigued?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::returns to her chair, inhaling:: Ahhhhh.
CounselorTempest: Is there anything you can tell me to clarify?
Taev trTei: ::yawns, and leans back in his chair, watching things return to normal in the security office::
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Because>>
CSciAxelalexa: Mr Smith has visited a restroom 15 times in the last 48 hours... Apparently mammals require frequent attention to their post-digestion systems.
TKirr: ::takes scans, peering indifferently at the readings, attempting to keep calm in Ruder's presence::
Cdr Sullivan
: <<Because he has no personal life....>>
Cdr Sullivan: <<:::grins:::>>
TKirr: <<lol Axe u crack me up>>
: ::Looks over some interesting numbers::
Agent DanteSmith: <<yes...yes we do...>>
: <<::Rubs his chin:: Traitor, spy, big executive, exotic dancer, which is it?>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Blowing up ships is so much more fun>>
Taev trTei: [All of the above, Ruder? =) ]
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Alien> ::hails again::
TKirr: <<lol you're doing nothing for my concentration Ruder ;-)>>
Doctor Caine
: :::looks at the table for awhile::::
Lt Allen Zinthys: We're being hailed again, sir.
LtJGRuder: <<That is what I thinking>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: On screen.
CSciAxelalexa: Although he hasn't had to go as he did four days ago, shortly after the big chili night.
CounselorTempest: <<Exotic dancer? Who ARE you talking about?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::drinks coffee::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::transfers message tot he big screen::
LtJGRuder: ::Leans in close to T'Kirr:: Anything?
LtJGRuder: <<Zinthys>>
CSciAxelalexa: Perhaps chili or a substance in chili acts as a mammal laxative.
Agent DanteSmith: <<yes...yes he is...>>
Lt Allen Zinthys
: <<::Raises eyebrow::>>
TKirr: ::to Ruder:: It does contain silicate, but only a small amount. It should still suffice, however. ::frowns at her readings as her tricorder beeps away::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Nargusian> An envoy will arrive in one day. Of course, he expects an escort to wherever your home planet is.
Cdr Sullivan: <<Damn..... I was hoping it was me.....>>
CounselorTempest: :;points to the knot in the wood grain::
CounselorTempest: That's a very interesting knot, isn't it?
LtJGRuder: I know that, but WHY isn't it sufficing? It isn't reacting to anything in the Manifold's systems.
CSciAxelalexa: <<Axelalexa: Giant bug, exotic dancer>>
LtJGRuder: It is like pouring oil in water.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: We, as well, will send a diplomat. Several Starfleet vessels are en route, including a diplomatic vessel.
LtJGRuder: They don't mix, but logic says they should.
LtJGRuder: You should know that, this is puzzling and illogical.
Doctor Caine: Yes, it is...quite like the ship around it.
TKirr: ::extends a hand toward the manifold:: There seems to be some sort of agent filming the side.
: Hm.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<Take off that exoskeleton!>>
CSciAxelalexa: ::Calculates the percentage of time that Ms Tempest spends in the Admiral's quarters::
CounselorTempest: That sounds like it means so much...
Cdr Sullivan: <<:::waves a dollar bill:::>>
CounselorTempest: ...while conveying little information.
CounselorTempest: How Zen.
Taev trTei: ::snaps his eyes open, as he must have dozed off there for a second, and rubs his eyes:
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Nargusian> Acceptable. We will be on our way now.
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL!!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<the USS We-Have-Big-Guns-So-Give-Us-All-Your-Land>>
: <<SYD!>>
Agent DanteSmith: <<lol>>
: Any idea on what it is?
CounselorTempest: <<::squeaks and decides the Admiral will have to sleep in HER quarters more often::
Agent DanteSmith: <<yeah..."sleep"...>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: ACTION> The Nargusian ships leave, headed out into unexplored space.
TKirr: I'm not positive, but I think the film is creating some sort of suspension effect.
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: <<Hey, I have the nicest quarters on the ship!>>
LtJGRuder: Well, Thank you anyway Ensign, Dismissed.
Lt Allen Zinthys: They are gone, sir.
TKirr: ::cocks her head:: I do not know what this substance is...
Doctor Caine
: I've heard good things about you, Counselor...perhaps we may better discuss the past when we are better acquanted.
LtJGRuder: I will find out what it is, thank you.
TKirr: ::taps deeper into her tricorder::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: We will wait for the Starfleet protective force and their diplomat to arrive.
Cdr Sullivan: ::::collects the pertinent data and fowards it to the SFI data banks::::
Taev trTei: ::stretches, and stands, cracking his back::
Agent DanteSmith: enter orbit then sir?
: ::Steps between T'Kirr and the console, blocking any affects of the Tricorder on the Manifold::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Standard orbit.
TKirr: ::closes it and puts it away, looking oddly at the manifold:: I could run some tests, if you would like.
: Hmm, she spent 29% of her time in the last 48 hours in there. ::Begins to calculate how often the mammals have used the holodeck because they were bored::
Taev trTei: ::taps his com badge::
CounselorTempest: All right.
Agent DanteSmith: ::pushes button, execuitng the commands he'd already prepared::
: Thank you anyway, Ensing, you may go...
CounselorTempest: You know something about me, I guess.. where would you like to... er... start?
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::sighs:: Well, that was fun.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: We made a first contact.
TKirr: ::nods softly, turns and walks toward the ladder::
: Too bad I slept through most of it.
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Reroutes a little power to reinforce the weakened shields::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Yes, you really should drink more caffeine.
LtJGRuder: ::Watches T'Kirr climb down the ladder::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Or do more speed.
Jack Cahalan: Well, that was exciting. ::gets out the liquor bottles again:::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Blinks::
Agent DanteSmith: ::perks up...starts to laugh::
VAdm AC Zuriyev
: Damage report, Zinthys?
TKirr: ::climbs down, and hesitates as she stands on the lower deck::
: ::Walks over to the railing and looks down upon the lower level of Engineering, watching T'Kirr::
Cdr Sullivan: :::stands and heads for the exit, maintaining a calm appearance::::
Taev trTei: +Com/Zinthys+>tr'Tei to Zinthys, sir, Lieutenant Ruder withdrew six cylinders of cadmium-grollide >from the weapons locker on deck seven to use on the warp core manifold before we went to red alert..just informing you of it, sir.
TKirr: ::twitches an ear, sensing his eyes, and looks up::
Lt Allen Zinthys
: Shields are down to 68.359%. They are regenrating quickly.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Any structural damage?
Doctor Caine: The fleet allowed me some leeway on my next assignment. I asked to return here.
TKirr: ::winces at her injury, cursing herself inwardly::
: ::Makes like he is looking across the upper level::
Lt Allen Zinthys: ::Taps:: +tr'Tei+ Thank you, ensign.
CSciAxelalexa: +Tempest+ Excuse me, ma'am, but I was wondering why you need to spend so much time in Zuri's quarters. If you've given him permission to fertilize your eggs, it should only take at most 26.5 minutes for him to do so, and approx 9
Lt Allen Zinthys: Negative, sir.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Outstanding.
CSciAxelalexa: months until you're ready to spawn children.
Agent DanteSmith: ::thinks that was a strange comm::
: ::raises a brow, then thinks it best she leave, and does so::
: <<::dies::>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: However, I have a question.
CounselorTempest: ::coughs::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Dear GOD, Axe!>>
LtJGRuder: ::Watches her leave::
LtJGRuder: +Tempest+ Ruder to Tempest.
TKirr: <<lovely Axe =P>>
: +Axelalexa+ Maybe we should talk about this one... at our next cultural acclimatization session.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<26.5??? That's generous. ::cough::>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Hey!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: Cadmium-grollide... what would that do to our engine....?
Agent DanteSmith: <<roflol>>
: <<lol!>>
Lt Allen Zinthys: <<LOL!>>
CounselorTempest: +Axelalexa+ In the meantime, the next time you want to talk about a crewman's eggs... may I suggest a cold shower? Tempest out.
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Yes?
CounselorTempest: ::smiles at Caine::
CounselorTempest: Busy day as Ship's Counselor.
CounselorTempest: ::winks at him::
Doctor Caine: Indeed.
LtJGRuder: +Tempest+ Ready for hearing from our mutual friend?
LtJGRuder: ::Cleans up the manifold and puts it back into the system::
CounselorTempest: +Ruder+ Don't panic, m'dear.
Taev trTei: +Com/Zinthys+>::shrugs:: I'm a security officer, not a mechanic.
TKirr: << lol u guys are great>>
: ::clicks, wondering why Tempest would want him to lose control of his bowels::
Taev trTei: ::blinks, realizing that Zinthys can't see him shrug..::
Lt Allen Zinthys: +tr'Tei+ Look into it, would you.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM