You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
VAdm Blackthorne: Evening!
Captain Sullivan: Admiral. :::nods::::
MCptAdamDrake: Admiral!
VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, I am.
MCptAdamDrake: I'm a Marine Captain.
MCptAdamDrake: Sorry, I have this thing about stating the obvious.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at Drake really oddly::
Captain Sullivan: Don't do that Allen.... your face will freeze that way.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at Suli like she's 5:: That only happens when you push it up against a window.
Nvaaron has entered the room.
Nvaaron: Greetings all
VAdm Blackthorne: Evening!
EnsAxelrod has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get this show on the road.
Captain Sullivan: :::rummages through her pants pockets and then realises she isn't wearing her own pants::::
MajorAZinthys: ::hides::
Captain Sullivan: :::finds her spare whistle under her tunic::::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-HUT!
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::Snaps to with a loud "smack"::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
SolanDahl has entered the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::slips Axel a cookie:::
SolanDahl: Kiley>::slips in and goes to AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: OK then....
EnsAxelrod: ::Stealthly takes the cookie::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes Axe::
Nvaaron: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: ::;gets her Zap-o-matic 3000 ready for Drake::::
Captain Sullivan: :::is disappointed when he slips in under the wire:::
MCptAdamDrake: {{You have me addicted to that dang game and now I can't take my eyes off of it.}}
Captain Sullivan: <<Sure... sure... blame me!>>
SolanDahl: ((what game?))
VAdm Blackthorne: ::clears his throat::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks angelic::::
Nvaaron: ::Stands proud and tall he is quite obviously the newby::
VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight we arrive at our mysterious destination. The Admiral has made his rounds of the ship and the replicators shouldn't be poisoning people anymore.
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>No Sir
MCptAdamDrake: ::raises hand::
VAdm Blackthorne: Drake?
MCptAdamDrake: I'd like to just comment, it wasn't my fault. Thank you. ::stands back in line::
Captain Sullivan: <<Mystery of Time and Space>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{NO! RUN!}}
VAdm Blackthorne: ::assigns blame to Drake:: Yes, it is.
EnsAxelrod: ::raises hand::
VAdm Blackthorne: Axe?
EnsAxelrod: Are we finished with the Mustang Fighter Training Course?
VAdm Blackthorne: For now.
EnsAxelrod: ::Nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: Any others?
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::in sickbay, in her office::
Lt TKirr: ::standing behind Science on the Bridge, working her routine::
MCptAdamDrake: ::walking around in Engineering making sure the replicators are all complete::
Captain Sullivan: :::sits regally in her chair of secondary doom and looks occupied with her armside console:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Back at Tactical, monitoring their progress::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Sitting in his office after having showered, shaved, and recieved a fresh uniform::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks onto the bridge:: Captain, call a senior staff meeting in CR1 in five minutes, please.
Captain Sullivan: <<Would that be a jazz or a tap routine, Kirr? =) >>
Captain Sullivan: Yes, Admiral, sir.
EnsAxelrod: ::In Engineering checking on various power levels.::
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at the Admiral's request, and glances at Sullivan::
WillFMarlowe has left the room.
SolanDahl: ::reading over a medical research paper::
Lt TKirr: ::resumes scanning::
WillFMarlowe has entered the room.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up briefly::
WillFMarlowe: <<Hey everyone--sorry I'm late.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Enters the RR::
Captain Sullivan: *Drake, Airell, Randall* This is Comman... erm... Captain Sullivan... please report to Conference Room 1 for a Senior Staff meeting in five.... four minutes.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Tapping combadge:: +Zynthis+ Randal to Zinthys
MajorAZinthys: +Randal+ Zinthys here. Go ahead, Lieutenant.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>+Sulli+Acknowledged Captain.
Lt TKirr: ::wonders fleetingly if Sullivan is feeling distracted, then finishes up her diagnostic::
WillFMarlowe: ::in OR, removing a small ganglion from an engineer's wrist::
Captain Sullivan: <<Oops... edit out Randal.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<::Wonders how Marlowe always manages to leave before he gets here::>>
Captain Sullivan: Kirr, Zinthys.... you heard the man.
Nvaaron: Randal> +Zynthis+ I just thought about something, do you want me to stop by sickbay for an examination or checkup seeing as I have just arrived?
WillFMarlowe: <<Hehe.>>
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
MajorAZinthys: +Randal+ Soon. Right now I need you up here you take over tactical for a few minutes. There is a senior staff meeting.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::stands up and walks out into main sickbay, noticing that Marlowe is still in the OR, informs a nurse that she'll be out for a while, then heads out::
Lt TKirr: ::taps a final button and moves past Tactical towards CR1::
SolanDahl: ((I wondered that too))
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console:: Mr. Axelrod, you've got Engineering.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gathers up a PADD and walks to CR1::
MajorAZinthys: <<Dang it. See what you've done now? ::Points to Kiley::>>
EnsAxelrod: Aye sir.
MCptAdamDrake: ::takes a PADD and walks out into the corridor and into the nearest TL:: Deck One.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::magically makes her way to CR1::
WillFMarlowe: ::cuts aside the upper tissue planes, careful to avoid the extensor tendons in the woman's wrist::
SolanDahl: ((What I've done Zinthys???)
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Exiting his office toward the lift:: +Zynthis+ I am en route...
Captain Sullivan: ::::looks to see who else is on the bridge::: Ensign Mayhem... you have the bridge. I expect it to be returned to me in the same condition that I left it.
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::slips into Science station::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::enters the CR and finds her seat::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Stepping on the lift:: Bridge.
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::glances at Sullivan, having just stepped off the lift::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the CR and takes the head seat::
MajorAZinthys: <<Not you,, silly. He got you all stirred up.>>
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::a tall, long legged woman with unruly blonde hair and an overly expressive set of bazooms::: Yes, Ma'am.
SolanDahl: ((Ohhh! Yes, that is VERY true!!))
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Steps onto bridge to relieve the Major::
Lt TKirr: ::follows after Blackthorne and seats herself somewhere else::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Steps out of the TL and walks over to the CR::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods to Randal::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::nods to the Admiral::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Steps inside and seats himself in the appropriate spot::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the CR::
Captain Sullivan: :::stands and heads to CR1:::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Takes the tactical station::
MajorAZinthys: ::Appropriates the seat to the Admiral's left::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::sits in Sullivan's chair and her knees almost hit her in the chin::::
Captain Sullivan: :::takes a seat to the Admiral's right:::
EnsAxelrod: <<So when you said leggy you meant it...>>
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::pulls the soft, bloodless tissue further aside with flat, hook-like instruments::
Captain Sullivan: <<:::giggles:::>>
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::fiddles with the chair controls until she can sit comfortably:::
VAdm Blackthorne: I believe that's everyone. ::nods back to the doc::
Lt TKirr: ::sits across from Zinthys, and looks to the side to greet Drake silently::
Captain Sullivan: <<Dude... you have your assistants go to the bathroom for you!? Cool!>>
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Starts scanning over the ships armament and deffensive capabilities to see what this bad girl has to work with in a pinch::
VAdm Blackthorne: We have an interesting situation upon us. A first contact with a twist.
WillFMarlowe: ::pries the incision open a little bit more with a pair of appropriately futuristic forceps before poking at the pearl-colored cyst::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::listens with interest::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Is already sitting across from Suli, though that likely won't matter::>>
Captain Sullivan: :::wonders if that twist would be lemon or lime::::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::looks at Jennings::: Are you new here?
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods to T'Kirr then looks into the PADD::
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::almost blushes:: Somewhat, yes. I signed on at the base.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks up from her PADD and lets her eyes linger on Zinthys lips for a moment before looking at the Admiral::::
VAdm Blackthorne: They call themselves the Mreians, and have just awakened from a five hundred year hibernation.
Lt TKirr: ::arches a curious brow::
Captain Sullivan: :::blinks::: Wow... that is some nap.
MajorAZinthys: ::low whistle::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> Me too.... I think.
Nvaaron: ((I remember that old game... derelict ship... killer robots... oh yes the old snes days))
VAdm Blackthorne: They're only awake for a month, after which time they'll sleep for another 500 years.
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::smiles:: Welcome aboard, then.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::wonders why we're making contact with them::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> It's hard to remember... I seem to get transferred a lot.
EnsAxelrod: <<And why is that?>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Their culture and technologies are ancient, given their cycle of hibernation, but here's the twist....
Captain Sullivan: <<Because... like a good neighbor.... StarFleet is there.... :::sings:::>>
WillFMarlowe: ::adjusts the magnefiers hanging over his eyes and carefully searches out the stalk::
VAdm Blackthorne: They don't want to hibernate anymore.
EnsAxelrod: <<LOL>>
MajorAZinthys: hm
Lt TKirr: <<hahaha>>
VAdm Blackthorne: The hibernation cycle was a defense mechanism against an extinction level event thousands of years ago, but that condition has cleared and they can return to their normal lives.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>So what's the problem?
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods and taps the PADD::
Lt TKirr: ::listens, about to say something, but thinks better of it::
Captain Sullivan: :::thinks that there are some days that she would much prefer a 500 year hibernation to getting up in the morning:::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Taps his panel and thinks about firing a torpedo but opts not to as its still his first day::
MajorAZinthys: ::Wonders if it takes 20 years to wake up from a 500 year sleep::
Lt TKirr: <<rofl Randal>>
VAdm Blackthorne: The previous times that they've awakened and realized that everything was alright on their planet, no one was around to assist their frantically working scientists who only had a month to solve this problem.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks about the room, thinking that the group looks strangely like a support group for bobble head dolls addicts::::
Lt TKirr: <<What a way to spend the day...>>
VAdm Blackthorne: This time we were around to hear their petition for help, and if we're successful, it looks like we get a valuable new Federation member with a rich, ancient culture.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::looks back to Randal and gives him one of her patented wrap around smiles::: Hey.... are you one of those security thugs?
VAdm Blackthorne: Thoughts? Observations?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>What level of technology do they have?
MajorAZinthys: We basically need to keep them from falling asleep, right?
WillFMarlowe: ::removes the cyst, keeping the stalk intact to reduce the work he'll have to do to make sure the cyst doesn't recur, and plops it into a dish on a nearby table::
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters::: Buy stock in No-Doz.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Smiling at Mayhem:: Not if I like you...
VAdm Blackthorne: Roughly equivalent to ours, perhaps fifty years back.
VAdm Blackthorne: They had warp travel, thousands of years ago.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: And were perhaps the first in this quadrant to ever develop it.
Lt TKirr: ::calmly:: Has the cause been determined to be physical?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>How long will it take to get there?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns to T'Kirr:: Yes, it was an evolutionary defense reaction that they've been unable to stop.
MajorAZinthys: <m> We could just replicate a lot of sugar...
WillFMarlowe: ::returns to the surgical site to clean up the remnants of the cyst::
VAdm Blackthorne: We'll be there in about an hour.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::chuckles and settles back against the chair::: I bet you know how to use a set of handcuffs.
EnsAxelrod: <<Sulli...>>
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>Have they sent any information on what's going on Admiral?
Captain Sullivan: <<What!? It's not me!?! It's her!!! :::points at Mayhem:::>>
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::does her best to ignore the conversation between Mayhem and Randal::
VAdm Blackthorne: We have an overview.
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm sure and T'Kirr will find it fascinating reading.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<you and T'Kirr>>
Lt TKirr: Indeed.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Grinning:: Handcuffs... Thats archaic... Force feild restraints are the only way to go nowadays...
EnsAxelrod: <<You're NPC is turning into the village bicycle of Starfleet>>
MajorAZinthys: <<"Turning into"?>>
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::nods::
EnsAxelrod: <<Good point Zinthyds>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Much better than Ms Chastity Belt Solitaire!>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::slides the PADD onto the table toward T'Kirr::
Lt TKirr: ::picks it up and looks it over::
VAdm Blackthorne: You two begin research on what we can do to help, and we'll coordinate with their scientists when we arrive.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::blushes and looks at Jennings::::: Isn't your chief that Vulcan woman?
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::keeps head lowered to station but raises her eyes:: T'Kirr is Vulcan, yes.
VAdm Blackthorne: Major, I'd like you to work with their police force to maintain some order... apparently there are some factions among them that try to throw things into disorder during their month.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>Aye Sir.
Lt TKirr: <<*Lieutenant T'Kirr*>>
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Aye, sir.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::removes the tissue restraints and closes the incision while Marlowe uses an autosuture on the site::
EnsAxelrod: <<So we have a Bi- Sexual Prostitute that has control of the Bridge, that is not a good sign>>
Captain Sullivan: Probably some that are against a change in the way things happen as well, I would imagine.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Every ship needs one of those.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Who said she charged?>
VAdm Blackthorne: And when we're successful, order must be ensured for them to resume their way of life.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::whispers::: Does she ever read your mind?
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Holds his finger over the self destruct button:: I wonder what this big one does?
EnsAxelrod: <<She did you for free? That cheap...>>
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::looks up abruptly:: What? Err.. I mean, we just met. <w> Do Vulcans do that to people?
MajorAZinthys: <<Ha! Females are never free.>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Ahem.... :::gets the airlock ready in the event that she has even touched Zinthys::::>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Mr. Drake, I want you to see what we can do on the technological back-end for these people. Such research goes a lot more smoothly with better reactors behind it.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::shrugs::: I don't know... it's just something I heard.
VAdm Blackthorne: Any improvement our technology can lend to the research is approved.
Lt TKirr: ::thinks she should give the Prime Directive a once-over before starting this mission::
VAdm Blackthorne: And to curb any thoughts of the Prime Directive...
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::starts to get nervous::
Captain Sullivan: <<I'll be free in a few weeks, hopefully.... just waiting for the divorce papers to be finalized. :-D>>
EnsAxelrod: <<::Pulls out the video tape and slips it to Sulli.::>>
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Presses the button at which point the self destrust alarm sounds all over the ship:: Oh shit... ::Frantically:: computer cancel!
Lt TKirr: ::glances up at the Admiral::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Laughs:: Divorce?>>
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::looks to the Admiral::
VAdm Blackthorne: These people have asked for our help, are warp-capable, have almost our level of technology, and will gain such technology regardless of their Federation membership once we succeed.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Aye, sir.
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at the sound of the klaxon over the comm, noticing it only sounded once::
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::jumps and looks at Tac:: What are you doing??
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Now what makes you think there's a self-destruct button just anyone can push? :-) >>
Nvaaron: Randal> I uh... I
WillFMarlowe: All right, Nyllis . . . Nurse Siwa will bring your arm out of anaesthesia. Rest your hand for a week or so, give the tissue a chance to recoup. We'll put you a stimulant series to speed your recovery.
Nvaaron: >
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> Oh, great... thanks to you Sullivan is going to have my head.
Captain Sullivan: *Mayhem* Sullivan to Mayhem....
Nvaaron: >
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::wants to go back to bed, as this day has started quite troublesome::
Nvaaron: Randal> Slip of my finger... eh.. heh heh heh...
VAdm Blackthorne: Perhaps we're interfering in their natural evolution... I prefer to think we're augmenting it for the good of their people.
WillFMarlowe: I'll need to see you every other day until next Wednesday for the series, and I like to admire my artistry besides. ::flashes her a little grin:: Take care. ::leaves the OR to ditch his scrubs and wash off::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> *Sullivan* Mmmmmmmmmayhem here, Mir, I mean Sa'am... I mean....
EnsAxelrod: <<LOL>>
Nvaaron: >
VAdm Blackthorne: At any rate, Admiral Zuriyev has given us the go ahead to do everything we can to help, so that's what we'll do.
MajorAZinthys: <<Nice to have control over *two* admirals, isn't it?>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Mmmmhmmm.>>
Captain Sullivan: *Mayhem* Is there are reason that the red alert klaxons sounded.... even for a brief moment.
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::listens intently to Mayhem and Sulli::
Nvaaron: Randal> +Sullivan+ My fualt sir... An accident I assure you...
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> *Sullivan* Danrall says that his singer flipped... I mean....
Lt TKirr: ::gives nod of acknowelgement::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: Any questions or observations?
MCptAdamDrake: How many reactors do they have? ::looks at his PADD::
Lt TKirr: ::looks over the Mreian information on her PADD, listening::
VAdm Blackthorne: I don't have that information yet.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: OK.
MajorAZinthys: How large are there Marians?
Captain Sullivan: *Randel and Mayhem* There are NO accidents on board this ship... am I understood? I'm sure the Major will be glad to give you a thorough tour of the tactical console if you are having some trouble adjusting to it...
VAdm Blackthorne: About eight feet tall.
VAdm Blackthorne: On average.
Captain Sullivan: *Randal and MayhemA* Perhaps a couple hours of diagnostics would help... BOTH of you..... :::grins evilly at Zinthys::::
MCptAdamDrake: ::fights the urge to groan::
MajorAZinthys: ::lost in thought::
VAdm Blackthorne: I would describe them as... willowy, but deceptively strong. They're a beautiful species.
Nvaaron: Randal> +Sullivan+ No tour necessary sir, whatever you feel is needed though of course...
Captain Sullivan: :::kicks Zinthys sharply under the table:::
Lt TKirr: ::furrows:: Willowy, sir?
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Do we know hOWWW ::Clears throat:: Do we know how they react to phasers yet?
VAdm Blackthorne: Long, thin limbs, with light green sin.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<SKIN>>
Captain Sullivan: <<MMMM.... I'm a fan of sin, myself.....>>
Lt TKirr: ::nods, half understanding::
VAdm Blackthorne: Large dark eyes, no noses. They smell through their skin.
MajorAZinthys: ::Shoots Suli and rather nasty glare::
VAdm Blackthorne: They possess particle weapons, so I assume they're similar.
EnsAxelrod: <<So which one of the commandments don't you break Sulli?
EnsAxelrod: >>
Nvaaron: ((The Ents are marching the Ents are marching!!!!))
WillFMarlowe: ::tends to a case of Velarian flu with some antibodies::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<They're not friggin trees!>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Nods::
SolanDahl: ((ROFL))
Captain Sullivan: <<Willowy.... green... no noses..... sounds like an Ent to me!>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Neither are ents. ::Ducks::>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Did I say anything about leaves?>>
Nvaaron: ((Dont forget deep eyes))
Captain Sullivan: <<Maybe it is fall?>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Yes: they're a species for whom the only laws . . . are the SEVEN DEADLY SINS.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Any other questions?
Nvaaron: ((lol fall))
EnsAxelrod: <<Mind reciting those for us Cap'n?>>
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::swallows and blinks, hoping that she doesn't burst into tears:::
WillFMarlowe: <<The Ents are, presumably, God-fearing people, whose flesh is not comprised of Envy.>>
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::is glad she didn't get involved::
Captain Sullivan: <<Ummm.... chocolate, whiskey, cigarettes.....>>
VAdm Blackthorne: If not, then dismissed.
Captain Sullivan: <<Did you say Envy or Ivy?>>
WillFMarlowe: <<The former.>>
Lt TKirr: ::stands and walks around the table towards the exit::
MCptAdamDrake: ::stands and walks out of the CR::
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands and quickly leaves the CR::
WillFMarlowe: <<"Light green sin" . . . >>
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Thinks about bolting before his superior arrives::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::stands and heads back to sickbay::
Captain Sullivan: :::stands and strides stridently to the bridge::::
Lt TKirr: ::exits onto the bridge, looking at Tactical with disdain::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks to the bridge:: So, what was that red alert all about, hm?
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::jumps at the sight of T'Kirr::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks straight up to the Tactical console... if he is limping a tad bit::
Nvaaron: Randal> Uh random system anomaloy...
Nvaaron: Randal> It was the strangest thing...
Lt TKirr: ::doesn't notice Jennings's reaction, and walks over to her::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::stands too quickly from her seated position and passes out from light headedness as Sullivan enters the room:::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks up to Randal:: I don't think it's an anomaly when you accidentally push the button.
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks over to the TL and steps in:: Deck Sixteen, Main Engineering.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Notices the Major limping:: You ok?
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands back and lets the Admiral deal with this one::
MajorAZinthys: Fine.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::maakes her way into sickbay and looks around for Marlowe::
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters a Bajoran curse under her breath::: Oh, for the love of the Prophets.
VAdm Blackthorne: Do you normally divert your attention when being addressed by a flag officer, Ensign?
Lt TKirr: ::approaches the speechless Ensign:: Ensign Jennings, please stay here. I must go to the lab.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up::
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::nods, still saying nothing::
Lt TKirr: ::turns and looks over her shoulder at the fallen Mayhem:: Is she all right?
Captain Sullivan: :::kneels and checks her pulse and rearranges Mayhem into a more comfortable position:::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>Doctor, can I see you for a moment in my office? ::doesn't really wait for his answer, heads to her office::
Captain Sullivan: ::looks at Kirr and smiles::: Oh, she's alive.... for now.
WillFMarlowe: ::follows her::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::takes a seat and indicates that Marlowe to have a seat if he wished::
WillFMarlowe: ::sits::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL down and steps back out into engineering::
Lt TKirr: ::takes one last look, then enters the TL:: Laboratory One.
EnsAxelrod: ::Wakes up.::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>Looks like we are going to be very busy for a while . . . maybe upwards of a month.
Captain Sullivan: :::flicks her ear sharply::: Alright, sleeping beauty.... I'm no Prince... so don't look for a kiss.
WillFMarlowe: With what?
EnsAxelrod: Engineering is yours sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::waits for him to respond::
EnsAxelrod: ::Rubs his eyes and yawns.::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>First Contact and trying to solve a . . . slight problem they seem to be having.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::smiles and she looks at the good doctor::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::big green eyes flutter open and then squinch shut as she sees the terrible countenance of Sullivan:::
Lt TKirr: ::exits TL and walks to the Lab::
WillFMarlowe: And what would that be?
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::murmurs::: There's no place like home, there's no place like home....
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::steals a glance over her console::
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>How are your research skills? I know you're good at treating known disease . . . what about the unknown?
Lt TKirr: ::enters the Lab, moving to the console and putting the PADD down, syncing the information and getting to work::
Captain Sullivan: :::snaps her fingers::: Solitaire.
WillFMarlowe: I like a challenge. ::grins a little:: What are we dealing with?
VAdm Blackthorne: Cat got yer tongue, Ensign?
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::arrives at her side having just come through the door::: Yes, Captain?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::smiles:: I knew I liked you.
Captain Sullivan: Take her to sickbay.... I'll deal with her later.
WillFMarlowe: ::arches a playful brow:: I'm glad you approve.
EnsAxelrod: <<brb>>
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>The race we are about to meet have been asleep for the last 500 years . . . in hibernation. They have exactly one month to find a cure before they go back into hibernation for another 500 years.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::helps Mayhem up and murmurs::: Come on, kid.... you'll live... if you're not lucky.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::looks at the admiral:: sorry sir I was someplace else.
Lt TKirr: ::hears the computer's beep of completion and reviews the data::
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::drapes herself on Solitaire's shoulder and looks helplessly at her::: I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
VAdm Blackthorne: That might explain why you hit the red alert, but it's still no excuse to be anywhere else but this station when you're manning it. Understood?
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::quickly looks back down at her station, looking busy::
WillFMarlowe: ::looks down and idly scratches his chin:: That's a new one. When can we expect to meet one?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>About an hour
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::groans and looks at Sullivan::: I'll get you an update as soon as I can, Sir.
Nvaaron: Randal> Yes sir... My appologies, it was a long flight from the starbase here and i didnt rest at all. It wont happen again.
Captain Sullivan: :::watches as Solitaire drags the ensign from the bridge::::
Lt TKirr: ::accesses the database on Mreian physical and medical information::
WillFMarlowe: Can we bring them up here or is this a house call?
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell> We only have sketchy details at the moment, but the Admiral expects us to to work with them on finding a solution to this situation.
VAdm Blackthorne: Good. Learn from your mistakes and make damned sure it doesn't happen again.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>I am not sure. It will probably depend on their technology . . . We might be doing both.
Captain Sullivan: :::climbs onto her chair and looks very irritated as her feet dangle loosely as if she were a child playing grown up::::
Lt TKirr: ::exlores the Mreian genome, looking for clues::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Cough2ndLieutenantCough::>>
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Snaping to attention:: Yes sir.
WillFMarlowe: Well. ::stands:: If we only have an hour to prepare, we should get to work.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<::smacks forehead::>>
EnsAxelrod: <<back>>
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::nods:: Agreed.
Captain Sullivan: :::curses mildly and hits the preset button and her chair returns to her own settings::::
VAdm Blackthorne: At ease and carry on, Lieutenant.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::drags Mayhem into Sickbay:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks down to Suli:: What happened to her ::Points his thumb at Mayhem::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks around to the center seat::
Lt TKirr: EnsJennings> ::watches Sullivan play with her seat::
Captain Sullivan: Seems I scared her to death. :::chuckles::: A little fear is a good thing.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::doesn't sit: Sullivan, ready room please.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the RR::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: enjoy yourself.
WillFMarlowe: ::exits the office, lost in thought, and moves to a console to pull up the Starfleet file on the Mreians::
Captain Sullivan: :::stands and looks at Zinthys::: Great... it's going to be my ass now.
Lt TKirr: ::compiles several possible cause areas of the Mreian genome together and begins to plow through them in more detail::
MajorAZinthys: Good luck.
Captain Sullivan: Thanks.... might need a smaller pants size when he is done with me.
SolanDahl: DrKileyAirell>::turns to the console and starts pulling up information::
Captain Sullivan: :::crosses to the RR, squares her shoulders and hits the chime:::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Looks at Zynthis wondering if he wants the station::
VAdm Blackthorne: Enter. ::sitting behind his desk::
Captain Sullivan: :::enters the RR:::
Captain Sullivan: :::remains silent, but stands with a professional attentive stance:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up to Randal::
MajorAZinthys: I trust I don't have to say anything to you after the Admiral got through with you?
MCptAdamDrake: Axe! I need a full set of a tool kits. Prep them for me, please.
VAdm Blackthorne: Captain, I don't expect the bridge to fall apart when the senior staff is away. The acting CO fainted and the tactical officer sounded a false red alert.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::walks over to Solitaire and the senseless Mayhem:: What happened?
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm sure you know what this entails.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Nods and salutes the Major:: No sir...
EnsAxelrod: Yes Captain, my Captain, whom I'm obligated to call Captain.
Captain Sullivan: Me being shackled to the bridge for the next 3 weeks?
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> She seems to have... passed out.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Good, Lieutenant.
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> Ding dong the witch is dead....
Nvaaron: Randal> ::lowering his salute:: Yes sir...
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks up to him:: Do you need time to recover?
MCptAdamDrake: You non-Corp people are all the same, aren't you?
Lt TKirr: Computer, cross reference currently displayed data with the relative genome sectors of the Myrolei bat, Retti sloth, and eurilar tortoise.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> Siwa. ::the other nurse approaches and helps Mayhem onto a biobed:: Has she suffered any injuries? Head trauma?
VAdm Blackthorne: That's unrealistic and limiting to your duties. I want readiness drills and figure out some way to train them to ... do nothing effectively. If this happened during normal operations, what would happen in a crisis?
EnsAxelrod: And be that you mean what sir?
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Looks at the Major:: Well I havent slept in 46 hours sir...
Nvaaron: Randal> Was in such a rush to get here...
MajorAZinthys: Go. I'll fill your duty shift.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Nods:: Thank you sir
WillFMarlowe: ::checks the Mreian biochemistry against Federation pharmacology to check for incompatibilities, then reads over the history of the Mreian hibernation cycle::
MajorAZinthys: Sleep and see if you can't find some way to get your personal effects now that we have a destination in mind.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> She may have hit her head when she fell... but other than that... I think she may have just stood up too fasst... that and the anxiety of having to deal with a very irate Captain Sullivan....
MCptAdamDrake: Oh, nothing. ::smiles and taps the console adjacent to the one he was working on::
Captain Sullivan: Point taken, sir.
Nvaaron: Randal> Aye sir. ::Walks towards the nearest door and goes through only to come back out of it after a second:: Thats the head... My mistake... ::Enters the lift::
VAdm Blackthorne: Now that's dealt with, I want to hear your thoughts on our mission.
MCptAdamDrake: {{HAHAHAHA! I beat it!}}
VAdm Blackthorne: <<TMI dammit>>
Captain Sullivan: :::thinks that making his breakfast for a week would be less stressful::::
MCptAdamDrake: {{TMI?}}
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands at Tactical, keeping track of their movement::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<TOO MUCH INFORMATION>>
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::scanning Mayhem with a medcorder:: Elevated levels of adrenaline . . . and her circulatory system does look like blood suddenly rushed to her head. ::looks at Mayhem:: She should snap out of it soon.
Lt TKirr: <<We've told u that before, Drake.. I'm sure I have.. =P>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Under his breath.:: Riight.
Nvaaron: Randal> Deck... oh crap... ::re enters the bridge and gazes at the major::
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> Would you like to sit and wait?
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> Could she have some low blood pressure problems as well? I hear sometimes....
MCptAdamDrake: {{No, that Mystery of Space and time. I beat it.}}
EnsAxelrod: <<We to turn a man's celebration into a dirty thought>>
Lt TKirr: <<Ohh...>>
EnsAxelrod: <<Way*>>
Captain Sullivan: Thoughts, sir? I'd like to know a bit more about the political atmosphere that we are about to enter.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::looks at the major for a minute but the re enters the lift::
VAdm Blackthorne: As would I.
SolanDahl: ((Sorry All . . . I need to head out))
WillFMarlowe: <<'Night.>>
Lt TKirr: <<Okay, meet up with ya next sim =)>>
SolanDahl: ((Night All))
SolanDahl has left the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Night, doc!>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Night!}}
Nvaaron: Randal> Computer where are Lt. Randals quarters located?
EnsAxelrod: ::Goes off to get the tools.::
Captain Sullivan: I can't imagine that eveyrone is so gung-ho to have their way of life so drastically changed. You know how it is with ancient cultures.
Nvaaron: ((Night))
EnsAxelrod: <<Night!, oh, already left.>>
Lt TKirr: ::waits, and the computer beeps:: Cross reference complete.
Nvaaron: Computer> Deck 4
VAdm Blackthorne: Which is why this transition may not be as smooth as we'd like it to be.
Nvaaron: Randal> ::nods:: Well take me there...
Captain Sullivan: Mayhem> :::mutters something about fluffy rabbits::::
Nvaaron: ::The lift complies::
Lt TKirr: ::immediately studies the results::
Nvaaron: Randal> ::Exits the lift and heads for his quarters::
Captain Sullivan: I would recommend that if you feel the need to go to the surface... you have some extra security.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles::: You would.
Captain Sullivan: And that no crewmembers be allowed to wander alone.
Nvaaron: ((I must go, good night all))
VAdm Blackthorne: Zuriyev warned me about that.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<G'night!>>
Captain Sullivan: Get shot at is in MY job description, sir.
Lt TKirr: <<G'night>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Which is why I fly fighters?
Captain Sullivan: <<Night, Randall!>>
Nvaaron has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: You fly fighters because you are stubborn and headstrong... just like your father.
VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, aye, I know.
EnsAxelrod: <<Ouch>>
Captain Sullivan: Which I why *I* know better than to try to argue with you.
VAdm Blackthorne: Wise.
VAdm Blackthorne: I think that's all we can conjecture until we meet these people. Prepare for a little diplomacy.
Captain Sullivan: Sir?
VAdm Blackthorne: Aye?
Captain Sullivan: Did Admiral Zuriyev also warn you that diplomacy is not one of my strong suits?
Captain Sullivan: Not unless it is Phaser Diplomacy.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Aye, that he did.
Lt TKirr: <<Diplomacy takes anger management =P>>
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: Just making sure....
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes out the power tools. Pulls the trigger on the nail gun. Then realizes it's hooked up to an air compressor.::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles: Dismissed.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
MajorAZinthys: ::pauses::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEET! TWEET!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Lt TKirr: ::Pauses and AA
Captain Sullivan: COmpany! Atten-hut!
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::Snaps to with no grace or charm::
Captain Sullivan: :::hands Drake a cookie:::