[18:10] Somebody wanna throw me a ping? [18:10] ping [18:10] LCARS, as soon as Gar gets into uniform, let's begin. [18:10] I need to take care of a couple things, BRB. [18:10] 12::produces as Gar gets into uniform, let's begin. from the replicator and hands it to soon:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] * CoroLCARS 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12CRCO_Lora has called: ATTENTION ON DECK 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:10] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= Sim in progress! ' [18:10] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:10] ::attn:: [18:10] *** Garstini is now known as LTTC_Drexler [18:10] (BRB) [18:10] ::attn:: [18:10] <<12 secs, Ry :(>> [18:10] ::attn:: [18:10] ::stands:: [18:10] << lol >> ::attn:: [18:10] ::attn:: [18:10] <> [18:11] OK, welcome everyone. :) Not sure where everyone else is, but I'm going to hope that they show up as we go along. No need to further delay the sim for the rest of us, though. [18:11] << yah that's nasty lag >> [18:11] Here's tonight's briefing: [18:11] 12=Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:11] 12Stardate 239908.30: "Illusion Weavers" , Part 2, by Jester. [18:11] 12SUMMARY: MJ-1020 gains a formal name: Iju, whose aspect is deception... [18:11] 12Twenty hours have passed since Coronado's arrival in the MJ-1020 "system," and in that time, we've learned much more about the system's single planet and its neutronium ring. In particular, the planet, nicknamed "Blinker" by the Science staff, goes through 81 distinct variations, each taking about 2.2 minutes. [18:11] 12In addition, close-range scans of the neutronium ring circling Blinker indicate that it is spinning at very nearly the speed of light. Whether this is a mechanism for maintaining the ring's orbit, or is the manner by which Blinker blinks is not known at this time. The ring appears to also act as Blinker's defense mechanism. [18:11] 12Though Spectre wings that have flown outside the ring have not been harmed, a single Spectre flight sent inside the ring was attacked. The result of the attack was that one of the fighters -- and its pilot -- were turned into antimatter! How this was done was not known, and the change was eventually fatal for the Marine... [18:11] ack! [18:12] ack <> [18:12] ack [18:12] << lag bubble :P >> [18:12] ack [18:12] *** McC (mcclure@Star6295.snet.net) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:12] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v McC [18:12] 12Computer recognizes McC. Authorization codes enabled. [18:12] 12Ryan = Lieutenant (JG) Fornan Dejat, Chief of Flight Operations. [18:13] *** McC is now known as ObsBackupMcC [18:13] ack [18:13] The planetary system has been renamed by Commander Lora from MJ-1020 to Iju. This is apparently the Trill word for "deception." [18:13] I've uploaded a little graphic of our situation. It's at http://www.ussrenegade.com/coro2400/iju-1.gif [18:13] Please ack when you've glanced at the graphic. [18:14] In the meantime, any questions? [18:14] << The first name given to it, "homer" by Mr Dalton, was overturned by a crew majority vote of 350 to 1 :) >> [18:14] <> [18:14] Ack... [18:14] << homer?? > [18:14] ack [18:14] The red arrow, BTW, is the direction the ring spins. [18:14] ack [18:15] ack [18:15] No questions? [18:15] That's not to scale, I assume, sir. ;-) [18:15] No sir. :) [18:15] <<::groans:: Lag city>> [18:15] Ack [18:15] Actually, everything but the Coro and the transport extenders IS to scale. [18:15] Yes, I have one. Is it just me, or does every graphic you design somehow look like a nipple? :) [18:15] ack [18:15] Shhhhh! ;) [18:15] hehehe [18:16] ;) [18:16] *** ObsBackupMcC has quit IRC (Quit ) [18:16] OK, let's sim! [18:16] * CRCO_Lora 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= 12 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 8,5= 0,5/\ 8,5= [18:16] *** LJHL_Dejat is now known as ObsMcC [18:16] <> [18:16] ::sits at Mission Ops, tapping occasionally to update the readying marines on the general situation:: [18:17] ::sits on the bridge at the engineering console:: [18:17] ::enters the Bridge a full two hours before his shift starts:: [18:17] ::is already sitting in the XO's chair when Lora enters:: [18:17] Why hello, captain! [18:17] ::seems somewhat more distant than normal, his mind occasionally diverting to the late Coporal Freeman:: [18:17] ::looks up as the Captain arrives eraly for his shift:: Little early yet, isn't it Captain? [18:17] ::crosses to the lower level, giving Dalton a dubious look:: Captain has the Bridge, Major. Any new changes overnight? [18:18] ::standing in the astrometrics lab going over readings of iju and its mysteries:: [18:18] ::blinks then raises his head, shaking it slightly to clear it:: No sir. Transport extenders, however, are in place and I have several squads readying for landing. [18:18] ::glances at Bentall and nods:: After two hours of tossing and turning, I decided I may as well be up. [18:18] <> [18:18] ::nods and drops into his chair:: How long before variation 43 makes a reappearance, Mr. Trq? [18:19] ::grins and then smiles:: Nice to know I'm not the only one Sir. ::goes back to reading over an engineering report:: [18:19] Trouble sleeping, Captain? I could whip up some hot milk with nutmeg, or chamomile tea ...? [18:19] *** ObsMcC has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer ) [18:19] ::waves one hand at Blinker and its ring:: They wouldn't help, but thank you all the same, Mr. Dalton. [18:19] Well, I aim to please. [18:20] ::turns to his right and picks up a cup, taking a sip from it:: [18:20] I may call on that when I'm off duty later Mr. Dalton. ::looking up from the report:: [18:20] Mmm. Hot coca. [18:20] +taps+ Traqzis here... One moment captain, I've got to configure external sensors for display. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:20] << er cocoa >> [18:20] ::watches a scale appear overtop of the planet hologram:: [18:20] <<::doesn't know whether he should be on duty or not...::>> [18:20] Approximately 47 minutes, Captain. [18:21] +taps+ Understood, Lieutenant. Thank you. ::turns to Ironside:: Major, do you still feel that it should be your people that should make the initial sweep of the landing zone? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:21] <> [18:21] <> [18:22] ::enters the bridge, having been running errands, and takes his place at tactical:: [18:22] ::nods at Drexler:: Lieutenant. [18:22] ::feeds that information to his readying squadrons and turns to face the Commander:: Landing on an assumingly hostile planet, with the possibility of being out of contact with the ship for an extended period of time, I don't see why it should be anybody else. [18:22] You're not still planning on sending people to that ... that thing? [18:22] Captain are we positive that it's neccassary to send an away team down there? What if we can't get them back? Or worse yet they end up like that pilot? [18:22] ::looks down at the time display on the astrometrics station:: Odd, the captain shouldn't be on duty right now... [18:22] *** Obs_Jerry_OBrien (jjds85@Star6090.hurontel.on.ca) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:22] ::smiles:: Sir. ::looks back at his console as the department reports scroll onto the screen:: [18:23] ::nods and stands:: OK. ::links Astrometrics to the Bridge through the holographic tank:: [18:23] ::turns to Bentall:: We're reading civilizations on several of the planets, Lieutenant, Mr. Dalton. There's no reason someone physically on the surface should be regarded as a target. [18:24] ::turns back to the mission ops console with a slight not and pulls up his initial landing plans, adjusting them according to information he's gleamed from reports over the last several hours:: [18:24] Do you have any proof those people aren't compatriots of the Killers? [18:24] *** McC (mcclure@Star6295.snet.net) has joined #USS-Coronado [18:24] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v McC [18:24] 12Computer recognizes McC. Authorization codes enabled. [18:24] 12Ryan = Lieutenant (JG) Fornan Dejat, Chief of Flight Operations. [18:24] ::pipes up:: Why do you think I'm going down there, Mr. Dalton? [18:24] ::expression hardens:: We don't. That's what the Away team is for. [18:24] *** McC is now known as ObsMcC [18:24] ::blinking light goes off on his right hand console:: +taps+ Captain, as you can see on the overlay Zunite and I have drawn up, it wouldn't be very safe for the ship to get closer to the neutronium ring than about 10,000 kilometers. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:24] ::makes a dismissive gesture:: I never did like some Starfleet policies. [18:24] ::turns and nods:: Major, we'll put a Marine team down on a target of your choosing as soon as variation 43 appears. [18:25] ::nods:: I'm just wondering what happens if the configuration changes while they are down there and then doesn't come back Sir. I've already seen too much death in the past few weeks. Don't like the idea of adding fellow crew to the list again. [18:25] +taps+ Acknowledged, Lieutenant. ::turns:: We'll have you do the initial sweep over the first two minutes. Then, if all is clear, we send down a science team. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] ::nods:: Aye sir. ::guages the time left before the planet appears and sets an alarm to alert him thirty minutes before to allow him time to gear up:: [18:25] Then, you're on the planet for just under three hours before we can pick you up.\ [18:26] ::looks around the Bridge, then at Trq in the holographic tank:: Objections? Comments? [18:26] Other then those already stated Captain, I have none further. [18:26] Are they going to take some sort of vessel along with them? [18:26] Will I be leading the science detachment, sir? [18:26] In case they need to leave. [18:27] ::turns to Trq and nods:: Yes, Lieutenant. [18:28] ::glances at Bentall:: Do you see any reason why variation 43 won't reappear on schedule? [18:28] ::goes over the final landing plans and approves them, sending the orders and procedures down to the marines while at the same time having one of his immediate subordinates ready his gear:: [18:28] ::looks at Dalton:: It's likely that anything that left the surface would be turned into neutronium, sir. [18:28] -LMMC_Ironside- Enemy sub off the port bow! Range to target ten thousand yards and closing! [18:28] Captain, there's no reason why a planet changes 80 times. [18:28] ::sighs, as nothing productive comes over the console...:: [18:28] I think things are best not left to chance in situations like this. [18:28] ::looks back at his console and double checks the diognostic reports from the transporters then looks back up at the Captain:: Not really sir. But things have a bad habit of going wrong around here lately. [18:29] ::looks amused:: It's changed 80 times more than 6 times in the last day, Mr. Dalton. I think it's safe enough to risk a seventh. [18:29] ::unconvinced look:: Well, you're the captain. [18:29] ::turns to Ironside:: But it's your mission, Major. If you feel the risk is acceptable, gather your Away team. [18:30] ::looks up at the Major:: Good luck Major. [18:30] Cadet, I'll need to be on the bridge for this... You've got the run of things here. [18:30] ::stands as his console beeps and nods at the Commander:: Given our ultimate target, I feel pretty much any risk is acceptable.... [18:30] ::nods at Bentall as he heads for the turbolift:: Thank you, Lieutenant.... [18:30] McLellan, you're with me. [18:31] ::turns and heads briskly out of Astrometrics, on his way to the bridge:: [18:31] ::nods, satisfied and heads back for his chair:: Mr. Bentall, take the Mission Ops console, if you would. [18:31] ::enters the TL:: Armoury. [18:31] ::glances at him and smiles:: I'll feel much better if you're on the transporters for this. [18:31] ::takes another sip of his cocoa:: [18:31] ::rises and heads over to mission ops:: Aye sir. ::sits down and reads over the consoles present report:: [18:32] ::eats a piece of a tiny cake, also hidden on the other side of the XO's chair:: [18:32] ::notes the presence of Lt. Dejat's assistant and frowns slightly, then shrugs:: Ensign Weaver, ahead slow. Close to 10,500 kilometers of the ring, then hold position. [18:32] ::grins:: So would I sir. I already spent the last three days reworking them better then I though possible. [18:32] ::rides the turbolift down to the staging area to find his gear ready, quickly suiting up in his light combat armour, essentially an interconnecting carapace over a body glove:: [18:32] ::waits for the ensign to enter the turbolift with him before speaking:: "Bridge" [18:32] ::covering mouth:: Mmm ... I'll try'm m'taim am empaffic connection wiff the mway team. [18:33] ::throws his concussion rifle and bandloier of charges over his shoulder, occupying his hands with the standard issue pulse rifle and moving into ready position:: [18:33] ::looks at Dalton:: What was that Mr. Dalton? I don't understand mumblese very well. [18:33] ::swallows:: This is quite good. ::turns to Lora:: Would you like a piece? [18:33] ::arrives on the bridge and heads to Science I, leaving aux to McLellan's care:: [18:34] ::looks at Bentall:: You mean your famed Starfleet universal translator won't decipher it for you? I said I would try to maintain an empathic connection on the away team's location. [18:34] ::calls for Kosh to man tactical and stands, thinking he'll join the away team:: [18:34] ::glances at Dalton, amused:: No, thank you. [18:34] +taps+ Drexler to Ironside, you wouldn't mind some company, would you? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:34] ::grins:: I'm working on it. Thank you for calrifing for me. ::turns back to his console rolling his eyes:: [18:34] ::looks to Lora:: May I, sir? [18:35] 12=.\ction= Patiently, almost ultra-cautious, Ensign Weaver brings Coronado toward the neutronium ring circling Blinker. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:35] ::turns and nods:: By all means, Lieutenant. Be careful down there. [18:35] ::nods and heads for the turbolift:: [18:35] ::smiles minisculey in his armour:: +taps+ If you can shoot, I can use you. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:35] ::looks up as Drexler leaves:: [18:36] ::pulls up the appropriate displays, sets up several datalinks:: [18:36] +taps+ I'm coming. ::grins and goes to prepare queickly:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:36] Alright. Everything's set up. Man Science I, Jane. [18:36] ::examines the console on the XO's chair:: This is very efficient. Miss Tal has this set up so you can tell what's going on with nearly all of the ship's major systems. [18:36] *** ObsMcC is now known as LJHL_Dejat [18:36] ::nods to the captain and heads for the turbolift again as McLellan seats herself at his former position:: [18:36] ::steps onto the bridge and looks around:: My my, aren't we all busy? [18:37] ::holds the turblift for Traqzis:: [18:37] 12=.\ction= Coro's course becomes a little eratic as the gravitic distortions around the ring start to take effect. The ship goes to yellow alert automatically. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:37] ::nods at Dejat while he eats some more cake:: [18:37] ::takes the opportunity to re-check his gear again, making sure the three squads with him do the same:: [18:37] ::looks up as Dejat enters the bridge:: Howdy Lieutenant. Care to join us? [18:37] ::braces instinctively and moves down to the helm console:: I'll take it from here, Ensign. ::nods:: [18:37] ::glances over his shoulder, noting Dejat, and smiles:: Take your station, Lieutenant. [18:37] ::nods to Drexler in a very rough Dekoran facsimile gesture and folds his hands behind his back:: [18:37] ::glances at Bentall:: Stand by for transport of the first group, Mr. Bentall. [18:38] ::returns the ... greeting:: [18:38] ::assumes his console as the seat is vacated and logs in quickly, taking over, and attempting to rapidly assess the situation:: [18:38] +taps+ Bridge to Transporter rooms. Approaching target. All Marines stand by. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] ::readies the transporter:: Standing by Sir. [18:38] +taps+ Roger that. Standing by.... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] ::eventually finds himself ready to go and in the transporter room:: [18:38] +taps+ Bridge to Astrometrics. Report variation number and time to target. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:38] ::nods at Ironside, stepping up to the platform:: [18:39] ::brings his pulse rifle up into position, so that he doesn't need to raise it after transport.....just in case:: [18:39] ::hears the call to Astrometrics and smiles a little, proud of his 'star pupil'.:: [18:39] 12Oswald> +taps+ Variation 41, time to target variation 3 minutes, 20 seconds, sir. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:39] ::nods at Drexler, then looks him up and down:: Awfully exposed, aren't you, Lieutenant? [18:39] No time. [18:39] ::nods:: Transport in three minutes and 20 seconds... ::waits a few more seconds:: mark. [18:39] ::motions to the 36 marines in combat armour behind him on the assault transporters:: [18:39] ::attempts to stablize the ship against the gravitic distortions, but doesn't meet with very much success:: [18:40] ::gestures to the two phasers:: This will do. [18:40] ::hangs onto the armrests, spilling a little cocoa:: Mr. Dejat, please! I am trying to eat! [18:40] 12=.\ction= As the ship gets closer and closer to the ring, the buffeting from the gravitic distortions gets worse -- it's a bit like flying through a minefield with no mines. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:40] ::nods his assent:: Whatever you're comfortable with. [18:40] ::arrives in the TR with several other science personnel and gets equipped with tricorder and phaser 2:: [18:40] ::patiently waits:: [18:40] 12Oswald> +taps+ Astrometrics to Transporter rooms. 3 minutes to target. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::smirks:: Mister Dalton, I would challenge you to fly this ship through these distortions if the situation weren't so dire. [18:41] ::double checks the power flow to the transporter to be safe:: [18:41] Belay that, both of you. ETA to transport position, Mr. Dejat. [18:41] +taps+ Acknowledged Cadet. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:41] ::checks the console to make sure his gut instinct is right:: 2 minutes, thirty seconds. [18:41] 12=.\ction= Variation 42 -- an ocean world with a few dark grey islands -- appears in the holographic tanks and viewscreens. [18:41] ::looks over to the chief:: Ever seen a bigger wolfpack for an investigation mission? [18:42] ::clicks into the marine comm frequency:: +taps+ Follow the plans. Squadron three will set up a perimtre, squadrons one and two will perform reconaissance out to three hundred metres. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] ::watches the screen in the transporter room:: One more to go. [18:42] ::nods, holding on:: Right on time. Mr. Bentall, are the transporter relays in position for two clean transports? [18:42] +taps+ Betall to Titan. I'm reading a power fluxuation in jefferies tube 4a. Check it out and make sure it doesn't interfere in the transport. Bentall out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:42] Aye sir. [18:43] 12=.\ction= The buffeting increases in strength as the ring grows larger and larger in the tanks and viewscreens... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:43] ::grips his console with one hand and continues piloting/stablizing with the other:: [18:43] All systems check out green sir. The power fluctuation is on one of the emergency backups. Well within tolerance Sir. [18:43] ::puts his cocoa on the floor:: Goodness. [18:43] ::ships wobbles a bit beneath his feet, it seems:: [18:43] I sure hope we're outside 10,000km... [18:43] Congratulations, Captain. I believe this planet is angry at us. [18:44] So do I Lieutenant. So do I. [18:44] 12=.\ction= Blinker alters, and variation 43 appears. [18:44] ::places a hand on his most convinient phaser, ready for the planet to change:: Bingo. [18:44] ::looks over at Bentall:: Proceed with the mission! [18:44] 12=Description= Blinker variation 43 is a class- M world populated by an 18th-century level industrial society of humanoids with a population of a few million. Cities are scattered across the planet's six continents. [18:44] ::console light flashes a few time on the chief's console:: There we go. [18:44] ::engages the transporter:: Energizing Captain. [18:44] ::focuses his eyes forward and lowers his semi- transparent visor down from his helmet, clicking on the display:: [18:45] ::tries to acheive the best stablitity possible such that the transporters don't have to overwork:: [18:45] 12=.\ction= The Marine strike team vanishes, reappearing a few seconds later on Blinker. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:45] ::looks around carefully:: [18:45] *** LMMC_Ironside is now known as [LMMC_Ironside] [18:45] *** LTTC_Drexler is now known as [LTTC-Drexler] [18:45] *** [LTTC-Drexler] is now known as [LTTC_Drexler] [18:45] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::raises his right hand and brings it down quickly, moving forward:: [18:45] Away team is on Blinker Sir. No known problems with the transport as far as I can tell. Verifing. [18:45] 12=.\ction= From the surface, Blinker is a typical class-M planet. The strike team materializes on a cobblestone road. A city, belching black smoke into the skies, is visible in the near distance. [18:46] *** Obs_Jerry_OBrien has quit IRC (Ping timeout ) [18:46] ::motions everyone to the side of the transporter pad and orders:: Alright everyone, check your gear. [18:46] 12=Description= The area around the strike team is an enclosed valley. Besides the road and city, there are numerous trees about, birds flying overhead... and far above, a great grey line in the sky.\ [18:46] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::mutters:: Too exposed, too exposed...::looks for some sort of cover. Tall grass, a forest....:: [18:46] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks around, muttering quietly:: He put us on a road... [18:46] ::runs a quick scan:: Verified sir. Away team successfully beamed down. [18:46] +taps+ Second team, stand by. One minute, thirty seconds to transport. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] ::turns to Bentall:: Maintain a count every 15 seconds, Lieutenant. [18:46] ::feigns lack of interest, turning to read a padd depsite the ship shaking:: [18:47] ::readies the transporter for another beam out:: [18:47] +taps+ Away team, report. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:47] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::draws his phaser as he begins descending into thicker foliage:: [18:47] ::shakes head:: I do hope that something terrible doesn't happen. ::smiles despite the situation and continues rerouting stablizers:: [18:47] One minute, fifteen seconds Sir. [18:47] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::clicks into the marine channel, using the subvocalizer in his helmet:: Get up on the sides of the valley, we don't want to get stuck down here if we're ambushed:: [18:47] One minutes Sir. [18:47] ::nods, standing up, tense:: C'mon, Ironside. Give me a sign. [18:47] <> [18:47] 45 seconds sir. [18:48] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::clicks into the Coro channel:: +com+ We've arrive safely. Our general area seems peaceful enough. There is a fairly large settlement to our north-east. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:48] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <> [18:48] 30 seconds sir. [18:48] ::after a particularly heavy bout of turbulence:: Mr. Dejat ... If you don't stop this shaking, all of my expensive liquors are sure to fall off their helmet. [18:48] << er ... shelf :) LOL helmet on the brain :) >> [18:48] 15 seconds sir. [18:48] 3[Marine] > ::reading a tricorder:: Major, this planet is consistent with the scans from above. I'm reading 34,000 in the city, and two carts... being hauled by animals of some sort... nearby, the closest one at 40 meters to the south. [18:48] << lol. >> [18:48] << quiet! :P >> [18:48] Times up sir. [18:48] Alright, everyone... Get up there. ::stands and brushes himself off:: [18:49] +taps+ Second team, energize! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:49] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::weighs the situation:: We can make contact at any time, we're here for a scientific mission right now. Get everybody off the road and under cover.... [18:49] ::calls back:: My apologies, Mister Dalton, but I am using this equipment to the best of its ability. Perhaps you should investigate a null gravity room for your liquors? [18:49] Energizes the second away team:: Energizing Sir. [18:49] 12=.\ction= The transporter activates, wrapping the Away team in blue quantum mist... [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:49] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::moves stealthily down an embankment into a clearing and watches the marines begin to lose themselves in the foliage:: [18:49] 12=.\ction= From Coro's perspective, variation 44 appears about 10 seconds later. [18:49] 12=.\ction= From the Away team's perspective, the grey line fades, fades, then winks out. [18:49] Null gravity? That is an idea ... [18:50] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::never steps out into the clearing, but follows perpendicularly to the road, maybe 10 meters away:: [18:50] 12=.\ction= The science team appears inside the perimeter created by the Marine strike team. [18:50] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::eyes the sky, then takes cover in the foilage, his carapace shifting colours to match the the background:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] *** LTSI_Traqzis is now known as [LTSI_Traqzis] [18:50] <[LTTC_Drexler]> <> [18:50] ::tries to scan for away team but variation 44 makes it impossible:: No idea if they made it Captain. We'll have to wait for the variation to reappear. [18:50] ::hangs on:: OK, understood. Mr. Dejat, pull us back, 5 million kilometers. [18:50] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::remats in an instant, along with several specialists from the science division:: [18:50] ::shrugging:: They made it fine. [18:51] ::nods:: Gladly, sir. ::engages full reverse engines:: [18:51] +taps+ Bentall to Titan. Ensign how's the check on the fluctuation going? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:51] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::nods to Traqzis:: Welcome to variation fourty three, Lieutenant.... [18:51] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::hands off some instructions before walking over to Ironside:: [18:51] Titan> +taps+ We have it locked down sir. Shouldn't cause anymore trouble. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:51] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Whaddawe got here, chief? [18:51] +taps+ Understood. Good job Ensign. Bentall out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] 12=.\ction= Coronado heads away from the neutronium ring and Blinker, variation 45 appearing as Coro fights to gain distance from the huge gravity well generated by the ring. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::makes his way back up the foliage-thick plateau and up to Ironside and Traqzis:: [18:52] I've got a great group of engineers down there. ::half whispered to himself while running through the transporter logs:: [18:52] ::turns to Lora:: It would appear you were correct after all, captain. I can't sense any of them. I suppose that planet really IS changing. [18:52] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::turns his head and nods towards the black pume pouring from the north east:: A city of approximately thirty four thousand according to initial scans ::nods down the valley embankment:: And two cars making their way towards it.... [18:52] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <> [18:53] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Ah. Like the Victorigan era of Earth. [18:53] ::nods:: I suspect that we'll find that these planets are scattered all over this part of space. [18:53] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::speaks softly::This is a pretty rural area. Our chances of encounterig anyone by chance are slim to none. [18:53] ::turns and looks at the Captain:: You mean there could be more like this? [18:53] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> I don't think the prime directive applies here... We should head into the city and find the nearest form of government. [18:53] Captain, you might find this interesting. The gravity flucations ::makes another on-the-fly compensation:: we're encountering have forced me to use a rather...unorthodox method of extraction. ::continues using the "reverse toilet flush" course:: [18:53] ::nods:: This system might very well be a sort of Killer... hub. From here, you access 81 of their colonized or subject planets. [18:54] <[LTTC_Drexler]> Dressed like this? That's what surgical reconstruction and reconnaisance are for. [18:54] That's not a very comforting thought Sir. [18:54] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Approximately eighteenth century, yes. ::with a small twitch of his eyebrow brings up the magnification settings of his visor and examines the cart:: We're here for scientific study, Lieutenant, are you prepared to make contact? [18:54] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Maybe they'll be able to give us some useful information on why exactly their planet is part of Blinker's variations. [18:54] Why would anyone wish to do that? [18:54] ::stands up, watching the ring fall away very slowly, and shrugs:: No warp drive needed, Mr. Dalton. You just access a hub, and you're half-way across the sector... instantly. [18:55] Ah, I see. Iconian Gateway all over again. [18:55] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> It's not my specialty... But frankly, I don't see any other way to extrapulate the necessary information. [18:55] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks towards the city, ramping up the magnification:: Or they might think we're witches, but whatever you feel is necessary.' [18:55] Excuse me Mr. Dalton but what is a Iconian Gateway? [18:56] <[LTTC_Drexler]> Let's assess their threat first. [18:56] 12=.\ction= On the road across from the Away team, one of the carts mentioned passes by, heading for the city. It is loaded with various farm goods, and is being pulled by a large animal not too dissimilar to an oxen. There's only one minor problem... [18:56] 12=.\ction= The driver of the cart is an Andorian! [18:56] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::glances around and quickly spots the cart:: [18:56] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::listens as the cart drives by:: [18:56] The Iconians were a very ancient civilization who perfected a means of transporting themselves to many places across this galaxy. They were intergalactic travelers before Starfleet even existed. [18:56] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::switches his attention back to the cart:: Well, that's interesting.... [18:56] <[LTTC_Drexler]> What? ::looks over his shoulder:: [18:56] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Riiight. And they're going to think we're witches. [18:56] Interesting. Do any of their gateways still exsist? [18:56] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::ramps up the magnification again:: Andorian....approximately thirty-six years..... [18:57] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> You saw that too, huh? [18:57] None that are known of. The last time someone tried to access one ... well, that was the Yamato, if I recall. [18:57] <[LTTC_Drexler]> How the Hell...? ::moves swiftly parallel to the cart, observing it:: [18:57] And surely you know what happened to it. [18:57] *** [LMMC_Ironside] sets mode: +s [18:57] *** [LMMC_Ironside] sets mode: -s [18:57] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <<::frowns:: Sorry about that....>> [18:57] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Well, call me stupid, but aren't Andorians a little bit past the 18th century Earth Victorigan era stage in their technological advancement? [18:57] ::pauses to think it over a moment or two:: [18:58] ::nods:: Captain, we're essentially out of harms way now. I would really rather not do that again. [18:58] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::nods, moving silently alongside the cart:: Well, Mr. Traqzis, you wanted to make contact. This is your chance. [18:58] ::smiles, still watching as variation 47 appears:: Well, we'll have to do it again, Lieutenant. At least one more time. [18:58] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::follows ahead of the cart by about a meter, still ten meters from the road:: [18:58] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Yeah, I hear that. [18:58] Titan> +taps+ Titan to Bentall. Sir Wwe've stressed the engines while pulling away from the planet. They are going to need some repairs. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:59] 12=.\ction= The cart's driver seems more or less oblivious to what's going on around him, and hasn't yet noticed the Away team. [18:59] ::turns to the Captain:: I'll get down there and assess the situation Captain. [18:59] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::heads for the cart, approaching on an obvious intercept course, whistling some strange little tune as he does so:: [18:59] ::nods at Bentall:: Keep me advised, Lieutenant. [18:59] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::slips away from Traqzis, blending into the surroundings to provide cover as he instructs the marines to remain put:: [18:59] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::moves to a position off-road where he can watch the cart and the direction its heading on the road for any signs of evil:: [19:00] 2Andorian > ::turns, noticing Trq, and going pale blue with shock and surprise:: Wha-- what are you? [19:00] ::rising he says to Dalton while passing:: We'll continue this conversation later Mr. Dalton. ::enters TL:: Engineering +taps+ On my way Ensign. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:00] ::sighs:: I was afraid of that. ::shrugs:: Ah well, nothing like a good challenge to keep the old skills in practice. [19:00] ::nods at Bentall:: [19:00] ::picks up his cocoa cup again, taking a sip:: [19:00] Tea, anyone? [19:00] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::ramps up the magnification on his visor again and directs the sound amplification sensors to bear on Traqzis and his conversation:: [19:00] ::nods, still standing:: Yes, please, actually. [19:01] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::makes his way to the edge of the road, his lumbering form reminiscient of a bear, and waits for the cart to near enough for talking:: [19:01] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks down the road, then back at the cart, observing Traqzis:: [19:01] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::raises his pulse rifle ever so slowly and slightly to bear on the Andorian, noting the crossbow in the cart with the man:: [19:01] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> +taps+ Don't think he's noticed me yet. I'll keep the channel open. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:01] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::dials down the setting to fire a single, stunning pulse:: [19:02] 12Andorian > ::continues watching Trq and asks again:: What are you? Are you a demon? [19:02] ::arrives in engineering and accepts Titan's report:: [19:02] 12Andorian > ::makes a slow move toward the crossbow, still watching Trq with amazement and fear:: [19:02] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::looks up:: Hello there... I'm Lieutenant Traqzis of the Federation Starship Coronado... [19:02] ::taps his commbadge:: +taps+ Seventh Heaven? Yes, this is Mr. Dalton. Yes. Please bring up a cup of that special tea blend I've got sitting nearby the bar. ... Yes that's the one. Will you send up a cup at once please? Thank you. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:02] ::cuts the link and smiles at the captain:: One moment. [19:02] 12Andorian > S-s-starship? What is a s-starship? [19:03] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::watches the Andorian now:: [19:03] E> +taps+ Bentall to Captain Lora [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::flips the safety off his pulse rifle and sets the crosshairs on the Andorian, slowing his breathing to eliminate the weapon jitter:: [19:03] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> No need for that, friend... I didn't come here to attack or bother you. I'm just looking for some information. [19:03] ::a cup of tea materializes nearby Dalton, on the floor:: [19:03] 12Andorian > ::picks up the crossbow and slowly climbs down from the cart:: You are not of D'jora. You are not of B'lika. What are you? [19:03] +taps+ Go ahead, Lieutenant. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:03] Ah! ::bends down to pick it up:: There's nothing like good service. [19:04] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> I'm what you'd call a Dekora. We're not much different than you, really. [19:04] ::hands the cup of tea to Lora:: [19:04] 12Andorian > ::keeps the crossbow pointed at the ground, but is still clearly afraid:: What I'd call? You are not of D'jora. I have never... seen your kind before. [19:04] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::pulls the rifle's trigger slightly, pulling past the safety range and right to the verge of firing, completely rock steady:: [19:04] +taps+ Pulling away from the planet caused some engine components to get over stressed and over heated. They'll need replacing before we try that again or the engines will blow and we won't make it out of the danger zone. Estimate about 3.5 hours to complete repairs. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:04] ::turns, taking the tea, and smiles:: Thank you, Mr. Dalton. That's the hardest part of this kind of duty -- the waiting. [19:05] I can imagine so. [19:05] ::turns to Dalton:: After that bout, I could use something a bit stronger than Tea. [19:05] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> That's not surprising. I'm not indigenous to this planet. My home lies orbiting a star far away from here, but really, that's beside the point right now. [19:05] +taps+ Lieutenant, you have two and a half, and not a minute longer. That's when variation 43 reappears. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:05] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> I'm wondering... Have you any knowledge of how the B'licheeea and the Degorra came to live on this soil? [19:05] Really, Mr. Dejat. Drinking on the job? [19:05] Tsk tsk! [19:06] ::sits down in the XO's chair again:: [19:06] +taps+ Uh... Understood Captain. Could I perhaps borrow Lieutenant Dejat for some "gopher" assistance then? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:06] ::nods:: Indeed, Mr. Dejat. I'm going to need you sharp in just over two and a half hours. [19:06] ::listens to Bentall, then asks the question of Dejat with his eyes:: [19:06] Friends don't let friends drive drunk. [19:06] ::smiles at Dejat:: [19:06] 12Andorian > Your questions make no sense. You will answer mine -- what is this "starship" you speak of? How came you here? [19:06] ::smiles, looking disappointed, but still smiling:: I suppose you're right, Captain. ::ears perk up at hearing his name:: +taps+ Gopher assistance, Lieutenant Bentall? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:07] 12Andorian > ::makes a point by slowly raising the crossbow toward Trq:: [19:07] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::speaks without breath, without sound:: Steady........ [19:07] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> A starship is a vessel that moves among the stars. Put the crossbow down please. [19:07] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::checks back down the road, then turns his attention on the cart area again:: [19:07] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::guages the Andorian's readiness to fire, confident he'll be able to stun the man before he can pull the trigger of the crossbow:: [19:07] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::does a double take back down the road:: [19:07] 12=.\ction= Drexler notices something out of the corner of his eye. [19:07] +taps+ Yes Lieutenant Dejat. Would be a great time for you to get more familiar with the engines you like to abuse so much. ::amusement in his voice as he directs the rest of the team to begin repairs:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:08] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> People of all races, all creeds, colours and forms travel aboard it, seeking out new life and new civilizations to learn from... To share our acheivements with. [19:08] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::gasps, but then realizes:: +taps+ Ironside, here comes the other cart! ::moves away from the road and stealthily down towards the other cart:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:08] ::shoots a quizical look at Lora and covers his comm badge:: Sir? [19:08] Captain, I'd really feel better with Mr. Dejat manning the helm. [19:08] 12Andorian > What you say... is not possible. Life is war. You are obviously a B'lika trick. ::raises the crossbow the rest of the way and starts to pull the trigger:: [19:08] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::fires:: [19:08] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> We came here because in the recent past. [19:09] 12=.\ction= The phaser beam lances out, striking the Andorian and spinning him around. The crossbow bolt goes wild. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:09] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::dodges and watches as the golden beam strikes the andoran in the side:: [19:09] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::immediately swings the weapon around to bear on the second approaching cart as the Andorian goes down:: [19:09] <[LTTC_Drexler]> Dammit. Good job, Ironside. [19:09] 12=.\ction= Meanwhile, the second cart stops as the oxen makes a bellowing sound at the noise. The driver struggles to control the animal. [19:09] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ... Alright, well I never liked Andorans much anyhow. [19:09] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::has the cart under his supervision, its driver aware of the noise up ahead:: [19:09] ::starts replicating the replacement parts while the other engineers begin the slow process of removing the worn parts:: [19:10] <[LTTC_Drexler]> +taps+ I have the other cart within my sights... observing. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] ::looks at his empty plate of cake and sighs:: [19:10] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::remains motionless:: +taps+ Squadron one, move to block that second cart from escaping. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] 12=.\ction= The second Andorian raises some kind of trumpet to his lips and blows a blast, then yells something about a B'lika attack. [19:11] <[LTTC_Drexler]> +taps+ Dammit! Too late! [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] ::takes several sips of his tea, watching Blinker pensively before finally turning to Dalton:: This is quite good, Mr. Dalton -- what is it? [19:11] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> What the Hell is a Bulecha? [19:11] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::quickly sweeps his eyes around the area and notes the most defensible position, getting up and beginning to move towards it, grabbing Traqzis on his way by:: Come on, Lieutenant.... [19:11] 12=.\ction= The second squad encircles the cart and manages to stun the driver before he gets very far. It's clear that the city heard the trumpet blast, though -- an echoing blast answers the first call. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] A Ullian blend. It's a plant we have somewhat derivative of your chamomile, without the drowsiness. I've added some cinnamon as well. [19:11] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks back down the road, but can't really make out Traqzus through the foliage, but sees the cart in front of him:: [19:11] ::shrugs and leaves his chair facing the majority of the bridge so that he too can comiserate <<(sp?)>>:: [19:11] I'm very glad you like it, Captain. [19:12] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::emerges onto the road:: What the Hell is going on? [19:12] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Yeah, I can carry myself Mr Major sir... ::wrenches his arm free and follows suite:: [19:12] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks around:: Get these carts off the road and out of sight! [19:12] ::smiles and nods:: I suspect my standing here isn't going to make variation 43 reappear any faster, however. ::heads back for his chair and drops back into it:: [19:12] ::taps his fingers while the replacement parts materialize on the large replicator:: Ensign Titan, tkae these parts over to the replacement team. [19:12] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> I think maybe we should consider getting the Hell out of here... [19:13] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::moves over to check the first Andorian shot and lifts him tenderly:: +taps+ Get the second one and lets get out of this valley. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::trips over a tree root:: *whump* [19:13] 12=.\ction= There is activity just inside the city -- some kind of vehicle or animals are being prepared. [19:13] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks at the second Andorian:: What a waste... ::begins heading back off into the foliage:: [19:13] +taps+ Mr. Dalton to Bentall ... Mr. Bentall, is your engineering crew in need of another Dalton pick-me-up? [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:13] <[LMMC_Ironside]> Lets move, people! ::begins getting the carts off the road and out of view:: [19:13] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::gets up, heads over to the second Andorian and shoulders the heavy brute:: [19:14] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> +taps+ Where'd you want this guy? ::find himself the only one left standing in the open:: [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] 12=.\ction= Marines from the second squad gather up the first Andorian and start moving for the hill. [19:14] <[LMMC_Ironside]> +taps+ Hastings, Gregg, run recon up that road and tell us when we get company. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] ::sighs at the interuption:: +taps+ Negative Mr. Dalton. We're fine at the moment. I'll let you know if anything changes. Engineering out. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] ::raises an eyebrow:: How curt. ::looks at Dejat:: You really must have abused his engines quite a bit. [19:14] Mr. Bentall is normally so pleasant to deal with. [19:15] ::gives Dalton a somewhat amused look:: Don't feel as if your services aren't appereciated, Mr. Dalton. [19:15] Are you kidding? ::sits, looking pleased with himself:: [19:15] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::wanders with everyone else:: [19:15] I don't know what you people would do without me. [19:15] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::scrambles to get back to the others, the blue-skinned bugger weighing over his shoulders like a two hunded pound sac of wheat:: [19:15] 12=.\ction= While Marines set up a recon position in the trees, the rest of the strike team heads double-time for the safety of the hillside. [19:15] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::works his way up into the higher part of the valley and to the top of the ridge, coordinating with the marines their positions and movements:: [19:16] ::smiles:: Abusing the engines is rarely an occurence unless I'm attempting to save someone's or someones' life or lives. [19:16] ::last of the parts come off the replicator:: [19:16] 3[Andorian Marine] > ::catches up with Ironside, face clearly showing shock:: Major -- where are we? [19:16] ::nods at Dejat:: I'll be sure to tell Mr. Bentall that. [19:17] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::turns and regards the city in the distance:: That, Seargent, is a very good question. ::turns to the man:: However, I can assure you that this is not Andoria. [19:17] ::smiles:: Please do. I'd be happy for him to know how his life has most likely been saved a number of times while I was in this seat. [19:17] 3[Andorian Marine] > ::shakes his head emphatically:: That's impossible, Major. The man that Sergeant Bilko is carrying is wearing the uniform of a D'jora... we have to be on Andor. [19:17] <> [19:17] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::smiles slightly:: The foilage is all wrong, Seargent.... [19:17] <[LMMC_Ironside]> <> [19:17] <,Sergeant Bilko?? Grasping for names are we? :)>> [19:18] 3[Andorian Major] > ::shakes his head, keeping up:: No it isn't, Major. This is exactly the foliage that was native to Andor 500 years ago. Right about the time the D'jora were wiped out in the Seventh Civil War. [19:18] << Captain ... I'm sensing ... bad movie references ... >> [19:18] <<::grins:: Sorry; couldn't resist.>> [19:19] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> ::catches up to Ironside and the Andorian, having heard the last little bit of the conversation:: [19:19] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::stops and gets more reports before turning back to the man:: Then "Blinker" is a portal into the past. [19:19] I'm sure, Mr. Dejat, that Mr. Bentall would point out how many times his crew has kept you and everyone else on this ship alive. [19:19] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::comes up on the conversation between the Andorian and Ironside:: It always comes down to time travel, doesn't it? [19:19] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Rancey could confirm it. She spent four years doing a geological survey on Andor. [19:19] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks over at Drexler and nods somberly:: +taps+ Hastings, Gregg, give me a report. [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:19] 3[Andorian Marine] > ::shrugs:: I couldn't say that, but this whole area became a radioactive wasteland 500 years ago, and wasn't replanted until about 50 years ago. [19:19] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks at Trq:: Well, I think we learned more than we thought we would. [19:19] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::freezes, then turns to the Andorian:: Wait a moment.... [19:20] ::nods:: Oh, I don't doubt it. We all do our fair share. [19:20] ::rolls up his sleeves:: Time to get my hands dirty.... [19:20] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::turns:: Radioactive? This civilization hardly has the capabilities for nuclear devices. [19:20] ::watches the conversation, amused:: [19:21] Tell me about it. [19:21] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> I assume that would have turned up on scans... [19:21] 3[Andorian Marine] > ::amused:: This is Andor, sir. We might be the only people that developed the nuclear bomb before the printing press. I'm telling you: if this is the D'jora region, it will be under a radioactive blanket very soon. [19:21] Pleasing the culinary needs of over 30 different races ... it's QUITE a chore. [19:21] I don't know how I do it. [19:22] <[LTTC_Drexler]> ::looks to the marine:: Where'd that radioactivity come from? The civil war or... ::points up, getting an idea:: [19:22] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks up into the sky warily, then back down and around at the converging marines:: Well it's completely impossible to leave by foot, or by....oxen.. [19:22] ::finishes off his tea, and calls up the duty roster for the next day:: [19:22] <[LTSI_Traqzis]> Well that's just great. Remind me to slap your great grandfather in the head sometime, will you ::looks for the Andorian's name tag:: [19:22] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::turns to the Andorian marine:: I wan't you to tell me everything you know about this part of your history. And don't spare any details..... [19:22] 12=.\ction= The first Andorian starts to come to. [19:23] How much longer DO we have to wait, anyway? [19:23] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::gently lays the Andorian stirring on his back down on the ground:: Scratch that. First, see if you can reason with this one.... [19:23] 12Andorian > B-b-b'lika spies... ::spots the Andorian Marine and says something in Andorian:: [19:23] ::works away on the engines:: [19:23] 12=.\ction= The Andorian Marine and the native have a quick, staccato conversation. At one point, the Andorian Marine's features go very very pale. [19:26] ::looks at the chronometer:: [19:26] ::thinks:: Anyone for some fruit torte? [19:26] *** Garstini (garstini@Star6260.ix.netcom.com) has joined #USS- Coronado [19:26] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::looks from the Marine to the native as they speak, attempting to follow the conversation with his basic Andorian but failing:: [19:26] *** Garstini is now known as [LTTC-Drexler] [19:26] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v [LTTC-Drexler] [19:26] 12Computer recognizes Garstini. Authorization codes enabled. [19:26] 12Garstini = Lieutenant Sieven Drexler, Chief Tactical Officer. [19:26] <[LTTC-Drexler]> <[LTTC_Drexler]> I took a week of Andorian home study courses... didn't get past the vocabulary. I've no clue what he's saying. [19:26] <> [19:26] 3[Andorian Marine] > Major... I think we just touched off Andor's Seventh Civil War. According to him, this is the third day of the Drak'nora, year of the serpeant. [19:27] <[LTTC-Drexler]> OOC: This always happens!! [19:27] <[LMMC_Ironside]> ::shakes his head:: I can't follow either, but guaging from the good Sergeant's skin hue.... [19:27]