VAdm AC Zuriyev: BEGIN SIM
miccal99: <<thank i mean>>
LtJGRuder: ::In Chief Engineer's officer, right off from
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::in his ready room, reading the AT's report::
CSciAxelalexa: <<Mmm, advanced, where everyone knows
your post. And if they don't, they pretend they do>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::in the conference room, waiting for the
away team to reassemble and report::
LtJGRuder: ::PADDs scattered across the desk with his
preparations for his speech to the Admiral::
CSciAxelalexa: ::In a research lab::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<I have no idea what post anyone is, it
makes it more fun that way. ;-) >>
EnsignDuMont: ::going quietly to Lounge::
EnsJBellingham: ::Checking biobet 3 that the louts
>from engineering have STILL not fixed to my
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Away Team+ Commander Dolan to away
team members. Please meet in the conference room to report.
miccal99: ::Running a simple diagnostic on the envoro system::
CSciAxelalexa: <<You're the best ship's decorator we've had,
though, Brooke. :-D>>
EnsignDuMont: ::reporting to Csci first::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::with Tempest, getting
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<And you, Axe, are my favorite waste
CSciAxelalexa: ::Sees DuMont:: Do you need something,
LtJGRuder: ::Reorganizes PADDs in another fashion::
EnsignDuMont: Some time off...
CounselorTempest: ::replicates some neat clothes for Northan
CounselorTempest: +Brooke+ Do you want me to come alone
or bring our guest?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::steps out of sonic shower,
EnsignDuMont: ::sweating::Don' feel so good...
TKirr: ::hearing Dolan's summons, takes her time in the
washroom and steps out, walking down the hall::
Jack Cahalan: ::in Ten-Forward, polishing the bar::
CmdrBrookeDolan: +Tempest+ Please bring Mr. Lait along, if
he is decent.
LtJGRuder: ::Gets up and walks out of his office into ME::
Stephen, anything important on those diagnostics?
EnsJBellingham: Ruder> Will you please send up a
team agaim to check this biobed. The clamshell
array is still reading 45 Mghz.
TKirr: <<muwahaha, I just created a bathroom on the
miccal99: "No sir, everything is running like a dream right now."
LtJGRuder: +Bellingham+ On my way, Doctor.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<yes, but you called it a washroom, so
evidently, we're a Canadian ship>>
LtJGRuder: Stephen, could you go to sickbay and help the
doctor, his medical equipment is running haywire.
Lucas Traydel has left the room.
miccal99: "Yes sir, am heading up to sick bay right now." ::Walks
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::not at all abashed::
Counselor, are those for me?
EnsignDuMont: ::going to 10 forward:::
miccal99: ::Calls for sickbay, after wondering why it isn't moving::
CSciAxelalexa: <<Does Canada have any militarized ships? I
imagine them as maybe having a rubber raft.>>
EnsJBellingham: ::Fiddles with Bio bed 3::
LtJGRuder: <<Quotations aren't required>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<::snorts:: I'm telling Cory you said that.>>
CounselorTempest: +Brooke+ He looks quite handsome now.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::blushes slightly::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks back into his office::
miccal99: <<you got it>>
CounselorTempest: ::takes the hand of Northan:: Come with me
- we're going to the conference room.
EnsignDuMont: ::going to bar at 10 Forward::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Ah ... should I put the
clothing on first?
LtJGRuder: ::Again, reorganizes his PADDs::
EnsignDuMont: Jack, is it?...
miccal99: ::walks into sickbay:: Mr. Bellingham, how can I help
you this afternoon?
TKirr: ::steps into a TL, the realization that she has very
little at all to report haunting her mind::
EnsJBellingham: ::JUmps as the biobed shocks him
again:: Damn Canadian manufacturer!
LtJGRuder: Potter> +Ruder+ Potter to Ruder.
Jack Cahalan: Yes, I'm Jack Cahalan. The proprieter here.
LtJGRuder: +Potter+ Go ahead, Ensign.
TKirr: <<hefty syntax there, Ruder hehe>>
miccal99: Let me look at it, you know what happened the last
time you kicked it. ::commences to scan the biobed::
LtJGRuder: Potter> +Ruder+ We are having a shift in the
plasma injectors, nothing large, but I was thinking you could take a
LtJGRuder: +Potter+ On my way.
LtJGRuder: ::Gets up and walks >from the office and to a console
Jack Cahalan: Of course, this IS a bar. ::pours him a Tenessee
CSciAxelalexa: <<Um, ok, I can't imagine he'd be offended I
think Canada is about as militarized as my cat. The declawed
EnsignDuMont: Got...the spacer funk or something...
EnsignDuMont: seeing stuff...
EnsignDuMont: ::takes shot::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Actually, Canadians are very polite, so
I'm sure he'd just nod and smile.>>
EnsJBellingham: Ruder> Welcome to my bay. Can
you please fix this Canadian monstrosity of a bio
bed that we had installed at Nova Scotia 4?
CounselorTempest: ::leads Lait to the ready room::
LtJGRuder: ::Presses console:: Only a shift of 2%.
CounselorTempest: ::takes a seat and pulls out one for the other
CounselorTempest: ::sits and lists quietly, keeping her mind
focused on Lait::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::still unclothed::
miccal99: Ah, here's the problem, this relay is shot...wait a sec, I
just replaced this one last week
CmdrBrookeDolan has left the room.
TKirr: ::rides TL to Deck 1 and steps out, entering the
LtJGRuder: +Potter+ Potter, modulate the injectors to reinitialize
the injectors, that should do it.
LtJGRuder: Potter> +Ruder+ Aye, sir.
miccal99: ::replaces the relay:: There ya go, it should be okay
CounselorTempest: <<i assumed he got dressed between
EnsJBellingham: Micall> Yes you did. And I find ite
reliability less than up to my contemporay
LtJGRuder: <<I shouldn't be at this meeting in the conference
room, should I?>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::finishes the report and goes about some
Third Fleet business::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Nope, it's for the AT members.>>
CounselorTempest: <<By the way - hello to EVERYONE! It's
good to see you! And it's especially good to see Miccal, DuMont
and Lucas - since they're so new out of the academy! And you,
Bellingham, too. :-)>>
LtJGRuder: <<Where did Lucas go?>>
EnsignDuMont: ::steadily drinking::
TKirr: <<He bobbing in and out>>
miccal99: Let me check out the old one ::runs scanner over old
relay:: That's funny, according to this, this relay is in tip top shape.
CmdrBrookeDolan has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<darn sister!>>
LtJGRuder: ::Walks back into his office::
CounselorTempest: <<I'm also radmashneekiara for everyone
who doesn't know.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<T'Kirr, darling, please save the chat log.
Jordan Toreek has entered the room.
EnsignDuMont: <<i didnt! hey!>>
TKirr: ::enters the conference room, dipping her head at
Tempest, raising a brow at Lait, and taking a seat across
Jack Cahalan: ::continues pouring drinks for DuMont::
TKirr: <<Np, Brooke>>
LtJGRuder: ::Walks out of ME with PADDs::
CounselorTempest: ::hands Nathan a nice towel which he drapes
around himself toga-like::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::adjusts self::
LtJGRuder: ::Heads for the TL and enters it casually:: Deck Ten,
miccal99: <<Bellingham, are you an EMH? Just curious>>
EnsJBellingham: ::Considers his service on
Farragut, Orion, Washington, and Hope.
Atlantis will be a piece of cake even though she
carries Canadian parts, as it were::
CounselorTempest: ::to Nathan:: Unfortunately, not everyone
here has a dose of Betazoid in their ancestry.
EnsignDuMont: ::looking at Jack ominously::gotta...find...Kara...
CounselorTempest: Other cultures can be funny about
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::cocks his head:: <<no pun
LtJGRuder: ::Rides the TL to Deck 10::
LtJGRuder: ::Steps out and walks into the lounge::
LtJGRuder: ::Nods to Jack:: Hello.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Hey, when you been around
the places I have, nothing really phases you anymore.
miccal99: Let me talk this relay down to engineering, Mr.
Bellingham, and try something...Your Biobed is functioning
again...anything else you need?
LtJGRuder: ::Walks to a table near the back corner::
Jack Cahalan: Hello, Brad. What'll it be?
EnsignDuMont: ::takes one last shot::: I'll be back...
Jack Cahalan: You might want to make an appointment with
Counselor Rainbird, Mr. DuMont.
LtJGRuder: ::Shrugs:: Anything that is known for boosting
concentration and focus.
EnsJBellingham: Miccal> Not at the moment. Send
up a Rigellian SLave Girl if you find one in
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::pointedly does not look at the
parts not entirely covered by Lait's towel:: Ahem ...
TKirr: ::sighs slowly and quietly, eyes locked safely on the
PADD in front of her::
EnsignDuMont: ::going to Ensign's quarters::
miccal99: Only if i have a spare...see you later
miccal99: ::Goes back to engineering::
TKirr: <<no pun imagined until u said that ;-)>>
LtJGRuder: ::Sets his PADDs on the table, and spreads them out
so he can see them::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Where is Lieutenant Zinthys? And
EnsignDuMont: ::bumps into Stephan:: Out of my way...
LtJGRuder: ::to Jack:: I have a presentation on the status of
Engineering with Zuriyev, I have to organize myself and can't find
CounselorTempest: ::glances at the rest of the room with a
Jack Cahalan: Coffee.
EnsJBellingham: I shall remember that Stephan next
time you require Medical attention. Lets see......
where is the cat gut and dull knife?
CounselorTempest: ::wonders why Northan didn't put on the
chic Yale outfit she had put together for him::
LtJGRuder: ::Shakes head:: No thanks, I avoid Caffeine if
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::muses:: Odd that they'd both be absent ...
CSciAxelalexa: ::Looks at some results:: huh oh.
LtJGRuder: Got any pineapple juice?
CSciAxelalexa: ::Reaches for the fire extinguisher again::
Jack Cahalan: Sure. ::replicates him a pinapple juice::
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Ruder to Axelalexa.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well, I'll brief them later. I don't need
Zinthys, since he was with me the whole time, and Tempest, you
were with Suli.
EnsignDuMont: ::entering Ensign Irwins room::
miccal99: You forget I am Russian. Just give me some vodka and
I can handle any knife you throw at me ::grins::
TKirr: ::looks up at Dolan, realizing she just betrayed her
desire to appear uninterested::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Let's start with Lieutenant T'Kirr. What do
you have to report?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::scratches absently at his
towel, eyes the Vulcan woman suspiciously::
TKirr: ::wishes she hadn't looked up:: Unfortunately, my
scans reported little of interest.
miccal99: ::Gives his goodbyes and exits sickbay::
LtTommySpark has entered the room.
EnsJBellingham: ::Hums a happy tune as I examine
the surgical suite::
LtTommySpark: <<What's the plot?>>
EnsJBellingham: Thank you engineer.
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Ruder to Axelalexa.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Canadian-built parts breaking in sickbay.
That's all you really need.>>
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ Come in, Ruder.
CmdrBrookeDolan: So then ... nothing to report?
LtTommySpark: <<I'm suspended anyway. :-)>>
TKirr: I took detailed scans of the southern area of the
city, but nothing was found.
miccal99: ::Pages Lt. Ruder:: Sir, the biobed is fixed, it was that
bloody inner power relay again, i'm gonna check the entire batch.
CSciAxelalexa: ::sees the fire was small enough that he could
easily put it out, does so::
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Do you have a moment to aid me?
EnsignDuMont: ::creating major, violent disturbance::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::raises an eyebrow, decides
the Vulcan woman is oddly attractive ... for a green-blooded,
pointy-eared ... ::
CmdrBrookeDolan: And by "nothing" you mean ...
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ What do you need help with?
LtJGRuder: +Miccal+ Understood, Ensign, you are in charge of
Engineering until I get back.
EnsignDuMont: ::beating on two Ensigns with no good reason::
CounselorTempest: ::looks to Brookw::
miccal99: Yes sir, Rucinsky out.
CounselorTempest: ::looks back at Lait... waits for things to be
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::smiles:: Never mind, Lieutenant. I'm just
giving you a hard time.
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ I have a presentation of the status of
Engineering to the Admiral, I want to get it right. I figured, being
head of Science, you might have an idea about where to start.
TKirr: ::still looking at Dolan, speaking flatly:: Nothing of
CounselorTempest: ::lounges in her chair running her heel against
LtJGRuder: ::Sips Pineapple juice::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::shifts position, reveals::
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::turns to Tempest:: And you, Counselor?
What did you and Suli find?
EnsignDuMont: ::madness from creatures sucretions last week::
CounselorTempest: <<I don't know. Er. She wrote the log.>>
miccal99: ::gets back to engineering, replicates a cup of tea, and
starts running scans on the batch of relays::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<which I haven't read yet ... >>
CounselorTempest: <<or me.>>
TKirr: <<maybe I woulda come up with something if I
wasn't absent for most of it :-X>>
CounselorTempest: <<damn. Who has?>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::listens to Tempest attentively, nods:: Right,
got it. Thanks.
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ I recommend being comprehensive.
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<magic edit>>
EnsJBellingham: ::Slips into his brogue, Aye Jonny,
EnsJBellingham: ye should ha known better then
EnsJBellingham: ta be assignin up with this here
EnsJBellingham: Atlantis. She got inferior parts far
EnsJBellingham: a Star ship o the Fleet. Still, ye
EnsJBellingham: best be amakin the best o it as
LtJGRuder: ::Thinks:: Well, duh!
EnsJBellingham: they do seem abit shart o medical
EnsJBellingham: typos me buckoo::
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Any idea on content or presentation order?
CounselorTempest: ::flickers her fingers almost unnoticeably
over a panel on the table, sending messages to DuMont, Toreek,
Bellingham and Rucinsky which express the fact taht she would be
more than willing to meet with them to see how they're
EnsJBellingham: (COunselor really should talk to
the Doc with the split personality)
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ I start with assigned goals that have
yet to be finished, and work my way towards the rest of my
CmdrBrookeDolan: Well then, I guess that just leaves my end of
CmdrBrookeDolan: And that's where Mr. Lait here comes in.
CounselorTempest: adjusting whenever they have time. Puts in a
quick apology that the away team duty has prevented her from
keeping up with everything as she should, and signs:;
CounselorTempest: ::nods to Brooke::
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Do you touch on anything beneficial to the
department, or what you have accomplished?
EnsignDuMont: ::going into lockup::
LtJGRuder: ::Sips juice again::
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ No, but then I believe what I have
done should be obvious.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::straightens up, clears throat::
Yes, well, I've been granted -- what'd you call it? Asylum. Right.
In exchange for giving testimony in a -- what was it? Deposition.
CounselorTempest: <<DuMont, Toreek, Bellingham and
Rucinsky - you have mail>>
miccal99: ::while scanning relay number 47, as eyes get a bit hazy,
CounselorTempest: Are you a prisoner, Mr. Lait?
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ Thank you, sir. Any other pointers, this is
my first time after all?
LtJGRuder: ::Nods for Jack to bring him another Pineapple juice,
nicely of course::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Prisoner? No, not in so many
words. Or word. Maybe you could call me a prisoner of society.
TKirr: ::looks back down at her PADD, then decides
she'd better pay attention::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> Why don't you start at the
CounselorTempest: ::nods to Lait::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Tell us about the police, and your friends.
CSciAxelalexa: +Ruder+ Make sure you have a lot of visual
aids if you're going over incomprehensible material, so that he'
miccal99: ::composes reply:: Will do when I have a free minute
counselor. Tell me when you are free, please.
CSciAxelalexa: ll have something to digest.
Jack Cahalan: ::Brings over another pineapple juice to Ruder::
EnsJBellingham: Now stop thinking like that Jonny,
Ever since the fiasco on the USS Hope, I; John
have been dominant.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::takes a deep breath:: Well,
it started several weeks ago, I think, if I can recall correctly. They
came in and said they were "resettling" us. Called it "voluntary."
LtJGRuder: ::nods appreciation to Jack::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> Who's "us"?
EnsJBellingham: Yah bethinking that Sahr?
LtJGRuder: +Axe+ I see. ::Taps PADD adding notes:: Thank
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> My kind. Homeless.
Vagrants. Beggars. N'er-do-wells. You know, the dregs of
TKirr: ::listens and watches Lait intently, hands folded
LtJGRuder: ::Moves PADDs around, still confused about where
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> You don't seem like such a bad
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Ruder to Spark.
TKirr: <<Ruder, try alphabetizing them all lol>>
miccal99: ::finally gets done scanning ALL 100 of the relays, types
up findings for presentation to CENG later::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> That's just it. I ain't. I was an
educated man. Much of my intellectualism has gone down the
pipes in the past few years, haven't had a home, job, been begging
for food, living on the streets.
CounselorTempest: Please understand - homelessness has been
proven to have a detrimental affect on sanity. Would you object
to a few assessment tests?
CounselorTempest: Particularly, it can be a spur to certain types
of schizophrenia. You can see why we might be concerned.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Lots of us have. We've been
pushed out by the upper class. Especially the merchants. The
business district of the city used to be where me made our home,
but the business people have said we're bad for business, been
LtJGRuder: ::Taps a PADD, formulating some sort of a
CmdrBrookeDolan: trying to get the government to "clean us
LtJGRuder: ::Downloads a bunch of images and diagrams for the
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Ruder to Spark, please respond.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::ruffles somewhat:: I ...
understand, Counselor. But I assure you, I am of sound mind, if
not entirely sound body.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> If you'll let me continue ...
CounselorTempest: Please do.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::eyes Tempest::
CounselorTempest: ::makes a mental note to contact the medical
bay about the man's health::
Cdor N Weiss has left the room.
LtJGRuder: ::Shuffles PADDs again::
LtJGRuder: Damn it! ::Downs his pineapple juice::
TKirr: ::to Lait:: How did you come across the knowledge
about what the upper class was planning to do?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> As I was saying, the
homeless were bad for business. The cops came in a few weeks
back. They'd been around lots in the past several months, just
harrassing us mostly, pushing a few guys around.
TKirr: <<Hope I don't have to raise my hand :-P>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::turns to T'Kirr:: We didn't.
We had no idea they were planning anything. We still can't be sure
exactly who it was, but I have my ideas.
Cdor N Weiss has entered the room.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Anyway, to sum up -- finally,
the cops said they were resettling us. Voluntarily. Most people
chose to go, figured they'd get a place to stay, food, clothing. I
wasn't so sure, so I remained behind. Told my friends to
CmdrBrookeDolan: contact me.
miccal99: ::goes over report again, notices something that causes
him to spit out his tea::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks out of Ten Forward::
EnsJBellingham: ::Wonders whats going on in the
briefing room and why Medical is not present in
an encounter with an alien race in clear violation
of Star Fleet regulation 456.7.::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks down the hallway to the Turbolift and
presses the button::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::sighs:: Haven't heard from
them since. And that was about a month ago already. I asked
around, but no one is any help. The police and officials assure
everyone they're doing fine, safely resettled, and content. Of
CmdrBrookeDolan: their own free will.
Jack Cahalan: ::raises an eyebrow as Ruder storms out::
LtJGRuder: ::Goes over his PADDs while awaiting the TL come
to his position::
EnsJBellingham: ::Wonders if proper
decontamination protocols were followed::
miccal99: pages Lt. Ruder> Sir, do you have a second?
LtJGRuder: ::Doors open:: Deck 16, Main Engineering
EnsJBellingham: ::Make a log in the medical
database to check::
LtJGRuder: +Miccal+ On my way back to Engineering, Mr.
Rucinsky, give me a second.
LtJGRuder: ::Rides the TL down six decks::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Word got around that the
police had taken some money to do the cleaning up. That's when I
hightailed it outta there, been hiding ever since, barely
scrounging a living.
LtJGRuder: ::Doors open and he storms into his office after
entering Main Engineering::
LtJGRuder: ::nods for Rucinsky to come into his office::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Of course, the government
and the merchants deny everything. Everything's just fine as far
as they're concerned. The streets are clean and commerce is up.
LtJGRuder: ::Takes a seat in his chair as he again spreads his
PADDs about his desk::
CSciAxelalexa: <<::can see it now:: Temp> Can we keep it?
Bell> No, I think it has fleas and mange. Temp> Pleaseeee!
Bell> Take him to the vet first>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::frowns:: Is that all?
CounselorTempest: ::shifts uncomfortably in her seat::
miccal99: ::walks into office, salutes:: Sir, I know you're busy with
that stack of PADDs, but there is something odd about the last
batch of relays we got from Supply
CounselorTempest: ::feels that uncomfortable sinking feeling, the
nauseous tint in her stomach, that familiarly occurs to her when
she hears stories of this nature::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Well, there is one more thing
... I've heard some rumors. They're unsubstantiated, mind you,
TKirr: ::watches Lait, calm::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::pauses for dramatic effect::
EnsJBellingham: Oh dear, protocols were not
followed. Violation of several STar Fleet
miccal99: <<lots of army in my family...drilled protocol into my
LtJGRuder: ::raises a brow sounds mean:: Odd, would you like
to be a bit more specific?
EnsJBellingham: ::Encypts a message to the
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Whispers going around that
the "resettled" people have been ... well, possibly killed. And that
the people who did it were paid off by the businesses, and spread
hush money around.
LtTommySpark: <<Sorry, my hamster got out and my mom
LtJGRuder: ::Eyes Rucinsky::
miccal99: Yes sir...this batch of relays we got...every one has a
catastrophic fault built in tom them...they all should last a lot longer
than one week sir..i'd like to run some more tests and contact the
LtTommySpark: ::in corridor, approaching Simon Tarses's
TKirr: ::flinches at a sudden thought, then speaks to Lait::
Approximately how many people were relocated, and
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::takes a deep breath:: I must say,
Mr. Lait. Those are just rumors, and frankly, I can't believe that
citizens of the Federation would have engaged in such abhorrent
LtJGRuder: A catastrophic fault?
miccal99: Yes sir. It looks like they were built to cut off after
about one wek of use, they should last at least 6 months.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::shrugs:: I'm just repeating
what I heard in shadows and alleys. ::turns to T'Kirr:: Well, in my
section alone, there were 200 or so of us. We were small, and
there are about eight such sections in the city total ...
LtJGRuder: How many are like this? We have 24 decks, how
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> In my section ... I'm the only
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> And like I said, I haven't
heard from a single one of my friends who left.
TKirr: ::nods, looking down at her PADD, searching
through all her data::
LtJGRuder: ::Taps a PADD, half-listening::
miccal99: Checking...about 500 sir...I'd like to test each of the
ones we recieved at the last supply stop, it should only take me
about 3 hours or so, and no major systems would be effected
LtTommySpark: ::straightens off-duty clothing... a grey, fitted
t-shirt and black pants.::
LtJGRuder: Get on it... ::motions him from his office::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<brb, 1 minute!!! talk amongst
miccal99: About 15 percent sir...I'm on it ::walks out of office::
LtJGRuder: ::thinks:: 500 faulty power relays? This is going to
go over well with the Admiral.
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Ruder to Spark.
TKirr: ::cocks her head slightly:: I may need a doctor's
opinion, but my scans found large concentrations of
biomatter that could correlate with several hundred
LtJGRuder: ::Taps PADD, finishing the first part of his speech::
TKirr: ::hands the PADD to Dolan::
miccal99: ::check's ship scematics to find location of all relays,
starts scanning them from the lowest deck up::
LtJGRuder: ::Yells from office:: Stephen, feel free to use repair
squads if you need them!
LtTommySpark: ::signals Tarses's door::
TKirr: These scans are not of interest alone, but if they
had been killed, they would suggest something to
miccal99: :: Yells back:: Yes sir, only need 3 or 4 people
LtTommySpark: ::shifts awkwardly::
CounselorTempest: Of course, T'Kirr... have we sent it to the
medical labs yet?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::puts himself in contact with Admiral
LtTommySpark: +Ruder+ Spark here. What is it? I'm kind of in
the middle of... ::Tarses opens door::
TKirr: ::looks to Tempest:: No. There was no reason to
until I heard Mr. Lait mention the possibility that the
relocated people may have been killed.
LtJGRuder: ::confused at the cut-off:: +Spark+ Spark? Are you
CounselorTempest: ::nods:: i think it would be the best idea.
Spark has immaculate discretion.
TKirr: ::looks back to Dolan:: I do suggest we do so now,
VAdm AC Zuriyev: al-Mordja> Zuriyev, greetings. How may I
help you, old friend?
TKirr: <<..Brookey? :-P>>
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Admiral. From the preliminary reports, our
findings here have been somewhat disturbing. ::forwards him the
LtJGRuder: <<Reminder, Spark has been relieved of duties,
VAdm AC Zuriyev: al-Mordja> Interesting. The Council might
have to intervene here.
LtTommySpark: <<Wait... does someone on suspension even
have a comm-badge anyway?>>
LtTommySpark: <<Wouldn't that get turned in?>>
LtJGRuder: <<Yes, it is required by Starfleet Protocal>>
CounselorTempest: <<Oh, Tommy's on suspension>>
LtJGRuder: <<It is when you are under arrest you are stripped
EnsignDuMont: <<they take your cell-phone>>
CounselorTempest: Excuse me, T'Kirr, I just remembered
Lieutenant Spark is on suspension.
CounselorTempest: Doctor Caine might be a more logical
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Spark? Ruder to Spark, please respond!
miccal99: ::Begins scanning other relays with help of three random
LtTommySpark: Tarses> Hello, Doctor. May I help you?
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<back, sorry!>>
TKirr: ::nods to Tempest:: I can bring him the data at any
LtTommySpark: ::fumbles:: Sorry... let me take care of this...
first.. +Ruder+ What is it, Lt?
LtJGRuder: ::thinks:: Is it just me, or am I getting the short
end of the stick today?
TKirr: <<Wondered if u entered a trance or something
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods to al-Mordja:: If our findings prove to
be true, that may indeed be the case.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Let's keep this under wraps right now. I
don't want to go raising any alarms. If there are bodies, whoever
did this may remove them if they get tipped off.
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Spark, I was hoping you could help me
with a presentation I have to do for the Admiral. I am at a loss of
what to do or where to go with it.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Check those scans with medical ... wait, I
keep forgetting. I'm a damn doctor. Give it to me, I'll run it myself
and meet with the Admiral.
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ You are the CMO, I figured you would
have some insight.
TKirr: <<I did give it to u>>
LtJGRuder: ::Taps PADDs some more, working on the second
part of his presentation::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Everything discussed in this room remains in
this room. Don't even talk to Zinthys and Suli about it.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::looks at the padd in her hands:: Ah, yes.
TKirr: It's in front of you, Commander.
TKirr: ::nods once to Dolan in acknowledgement::
CounselorTempest: But Commander Sullivan has won the trust
of the planetary officials.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: al-Mordja> Continue your investigation and
make sure Third Fleet is wary. The USS Ming has gone missing.
LtJGRuder: <<And the plot thickens! DA DA DAAA!>>
miccal99: ::after checking about 20 or 30 relays, correlates with
the CPU and finds out that all the ones about to fail (about half)
were made by the same manufacturer and delivered in the same
batch, at the same supply station::
LtTommySpark: +Ruder+ Um... can I contact you later?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Missing. Another ship.
LtTommySpark: +Ruder+ I have some business to take care of.
LtJGRuder: +Spark+ Yes, of course. Ruder out.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Or they may be onto her.
LtJGRuder: ::Cuts the Comm and continues with his work on the
CmdrBrookeDolan: I don't want her going back there.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: al-Mordja> Indeed. Have your captains
keep their eyes open.
CmdrBrookeDolan: I'll handle any further communications with
LtJGRuder: ::Walks out of the office, forgetting his work:: Mr.
LtTommySpark: ::grumbles inwardly... this page is the very
definition of poor timing.::
LtTommySpark: ::smiles:: Sorry about that, Mr. Tarses.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Is there anything else? ::looks around::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: I shall, Admiral. Is there anything else?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Ah, yes. Could I get some
TKirr: ::looks at the shiny table, wondering what they'd
have to be on to, but decides to let Dolan handle it::
CounselorTempest: Of course.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: al-Mordja> Negative, Zuriyev. al-Mordja
CounselorTempest: Would you like me to take him to ten
LtTommySpark: Tarses> No problem. ::comfortable, infectious
smile:: Would you like to come in?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::smiles wryly:: Tempest, you read
miccal99: Yes sir, an about 20 percent done right now. All of the
relays that are faulty are from the same producer and picked up at
the same supply point...looks like they sent us a bad batch.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::Frowns:: Another one.
LtTommySpark: Tarses> ::motions toward quarters::
miccal99: Am replacing all faulty relays with ones from a different
batch, those ones check out
LtJGRuder: Get a team on replacing them, consolidate all the
faulty ones in a storage container in Cargo Bay 2.
LtTommySpark: Tommy> ::gathers himself:: Sure... if you think
TKirr: ::hears her stomach complain as she hears mention
of food, and realizes she hasn't eaten since the night
miccal99: Will do, sir.
LtTommySpark: ::follows Tarses inside... takes a seat on the
highest, hardest-backed chair he can find.::
LtTommySpark: Tarses> Would you like something to drink?
LtTommySpark: Tommy> No thank you.
CmdrBrookeDolan: If that is all, you are dismissed. I'll speak to
Suli and Zinthys myself. And Admiral Zuriyev. Thank you all for
your hard work. I'll be in contact with you.
LtJGRuder: We got other items >from this manufactuar. Check
all of the plasma injectors if you could as well, they might be faulty,
and then we would have bigger problem then power relays.
TKirr: ::nods and stands::
LtTommySpark: Tarses> ::sits, looks at Tommy. Distracting.
After a moment.:: We've missed you in sickbay.
miccal99: Yes sir, I'll be in Engineering in a monent sir.
TKirr: ::picks up her PADD and gives Lait one last look
over her nose, then heads for the door::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::stands up and paces for a while::
LtJGRuder: <<You aren't in Engineering?>>
LtTommySpark: Tommy> Thank you, Lt... ::fumbles, sits
upright.:: I... I'm here to talk to you... about the investigation.
LtTommySpark: Tarses> I thought you might be.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::composes a directive to Third Fleet::
LtJGRuder: ::Walks to a console and checks the plasma
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::stands up, letting the towel
fall, casually picks it back up and wraps it around himself::
miccal99: <<No, checking relays on one deck personally, have a
creeping idea about this>>
LtTommySpark: Tommy> You're the closest thing I have to an
alibi... you told Zinthys you had no way of knowing what time you
came by my office with those reports?
TKirr: ::hears the towel fall behind her and tenses,
keeping herself from turning around::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<alibis, don't tell me no lies -- was that
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> Shall we, Counselor?
TKirr: ::clears her throat as quietly as she can and exits
LtJGRuder: ::Runs diagnostic:: I just did this, I didn't find a
LtJGRuder: ::Walks to another console::
LtJGRuder: Plasma injectors are working at 98% efficiency.
LtJGRuder: Screw this, I am sure that they are OK, and
Rucinsky can handle it too.
LtJGRuder: ::Walks back into his office and sits down at the pile
LtJGRuder: +T'Kirr+ Ruder to T'Kirr.
TKirr: ::enters the TL:: +Ruder+ T'Kirr here.
LtJGRuder: +T'Kirr+ Could you aid me in Engineering for a
moment or two?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Northan Lait> ::waits to follow the
CmdrBrookeDolan: Brooke> ::grimaces at Lait and exits::
CounselorTempest: ::leaves and travels out of the room::
CounselorTempest: +Miccal, DuMont+ Is either of you free at
AdmiralGem has entered the room.
TKirr: ::raises her brows as her stomach squeezes again::
+Ruder+ I will be right down, Lieutenant.
LtJGRuder: ::Sorts PADDs::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: <<Hey, Gem!>>
LtJGRuder: +T'Kirr+ Thank you.
LtJGRuder: <<Greetings Admiral>>
LtTommySpark: Tarses> ::sighs:: No. I wish I had.
CmdrBrookeDolan: ::makes her way to the bridge::
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<Who's on the bridge right now?>>
EnsignDuMont: <<I'm probably being bioscanned at this
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::walks out onto the bridge about the time
that Brooke arrives::
TKirr: Deck 16, Main Engineering. ::TL complies with a
LtTommySpark: Tarses> ::after a moment:: If there's anyone in
sickbay who's not a killer, it's you.
LtJGRuder: ::Thinks:: Where is Rucinsky?
LtTommySpark: Tommy> Really. Well... it's always the person
you expect least, isn't it?
miccal99: to Counselor> I will be free in about 2 hours,
Counselor-have to check a bunch of power relays. I'll give you a
buzz when i'm done
miccal99: ::walks into engineering""
TKirr: ::in the short time before reaching the desired
deck, closes her eyes in an attempt to think her hunger
LtTommySpark: Tarses> I suppose...
CmdrBrookeDolan: Admiral. ::nods::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Commander, how did your meeting go?
LtJGRuder: ::Replicates himself a peanut butter and jelly
sandwich, in halfs::
miccal99: ::goes to check the plasma injectors, they are ok::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Good news and bad news ... which do you
LtJGRuder: ::Goes over the PADDs::
VAdm AC Zuriyev: The good.
miccal99: ::goes to CENG office and buzzes door::
LtTommySpark: Tommy> It's a shame I didn't have the chance
to work with you more before my suspension. You seem like a
very... stable, trustworthy person.
TKirr: ::settles onto ME and steps out of the lift, looking
about for Ruder::
CmdrBrookeDolan: The good news is that we made a new
LtTommySpark: Tarses> ::smiles:: One can hope.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::nods:: And?
CmdrBrookeDolan: The bad news is that he's filthy and doesn't
feel the need to wear clothing.
LtJGRuder: What can I do for you Rucinsky?
CmdrBrookeDolan: As for the more serious matters, we'd need
to step into your ready room.
TKirr: ::sees Miccal enter Ruder's office, and follows,
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Indeed.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: ::enters the RR::
miccal99: Sir, on the relays...it seems like each batch that we are
checking have been set to fail at a specific time perbatch
LtJGRuder: ::Doors close before T'Kirr can get in::
LtTommySpark: Tarses> If there's anything I can do to help you
clear your name, Doctor...
LtJGRuder: What time?
miccal99: One btach was set for a week, another three weeks,
another a month, and so on.
LtTommySpark: Tommy> ::quickly, trying new strategic track::
Call me Tommy.
CmdrBrookeDolan: We may have a serious problem here.
::relates to Zuriyev the whole story as told by Lait, ending with
T'Kirr's scans of the possibility of a large quantity of corpses::
LtJGRuder: They are set specifically?
TKirr: ::frowns as the doors didn't reopen, and lifts a hand
LtTommySpark: Tarses> Tommy. Alright. Well, if there's
anything I can do.
miccal99: Yes sir. And we picked up each batch from the samn
supply point, as well
LtJGRuder: What supply point?
LtJGRuder: ::hears T'Kirr's buzz:: Enter!
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Large problem, indeed.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: This warrants further investigation.
LtTommySpark: Tommy> What do you have in mind, Lt?
miccal99: When we stopped at...Nillanda II Six weeks ago
CmdrBrookeDolan: Yes, but we can't tip off the officials or they
may remove the bodies.
LtJGRuder: They are a suppler for half of the fleet!
TKirr: ::enters Ruder's office, clasping her hands behind
her, watching the two men::
CmdrBrookeDolan: Mr. Lait has agreed to provide us with
sworn testimony in exchange for asylum.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: Have any experience in covert operations,
CmdrBrookeDolan: Me? Actually ... no.
LtJGRuder: ::Nods to T'Kirr:: I'll be with you in a second, T'Kirr
thanks again for coming.
CmdrBrookeDolan: Suli might be best for that.
CmdrBrookeDolan: I'm a doctor, not a spy.
CounselorTempest: <<OK, did anyone respond to me? I got
severely distracted and I'm sorry.>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<sorry, couldn't resist>>
TKirr: ::lifts a brow, turning her head to look at the clutter
on his desk::
LtJGRuder: Give me a report on all relays replaced, where we
got them, and what their time of shut down was.
miccal99: I know sir...I am replacing the faulty ones with relaysn
>from another point and will fix the others...it is a simplr fault, just
looks real odd.
miccal99: Will do, sir
LtJGRuder: I want a report on my desk in an hour and half.
TKirr: <<I just realized I picked up my PADD from the
conference room when I had given it to Brooke...
VAdm AC Zuriyev: We will need more than just her.
miccal99: Yes sir ::walks out of office::
LtTommySpark: Tarses> Nothing in particular. Only.. if you
need someone to talk to. Let me know. ::smiles::
LtJGRuder: ::Nods to T'Kirr:: Thank you for coming, I am having
problems coming up with an approach for my presentation to the
CmdrBrookeDolan: <<I thoughtfully made a copy of it before I
TKirr: <<Aw, ty>>
CmdrBrookeDolan: What about Smith?
CmdrBrookeDolan: Or Zinthys?
LtTommySpark: Tommy> ::Heart rate increases... crap crap
crap. Fumbling, quickly:: Well... I... um.. I guess I'd better go.
TKirr: ::cocks her head:: Problems?
VAdm AC Zuriyev: All of them would make a good team.
LtJGRuder: I don't know where to go, I figured you might have
LtTommySpark: Tommy> Have other things to take care of.
Things. You know.
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
VAdm AC Zuriyev: PAUSE SIM
CounselorTempest: +Toreek+ Good evening, Ensign. Do you
have time for an appointment?