[18:06] ::beats the server with a medieval spiked mace:: [18:06] *** Jester is now known as CPCO_LoraKor [18:06] LCARS, let's get this show on the road. :) [18:06] * CoroLCARS =/\= CPCO_LoraKor has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [18:06] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to 'U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901 =/\= Sim in progress!' [18:06] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::attn:: [18:06] ::Attn:: [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] ::stands:: [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] ::attn:: [18:07] Evening everyone, and welcome! :) I apologize in advance for the apparent server problems. They've been saying for weeks they were going to be moving chat.rpgworlds.com to another box. I guess tonight's the night, unfortunately. [18:08] Hopefully, by now, everyone's moved to space.rpgworlds.com [18:08] If you're not, I'd take the opportunity to move now. ;) [18:08] ::@@:: [18:09] Tonight's going to be a bit more relaxed than our more recent sims. With events in the galaxy as they are right now, there's unfortunately no time for shore leave, but at least we can grab a little quiet time here and there where we can. Tonight (hopefully) will be such a time. [18:09] So, concentrate on having your characters do the things they'd do with a few minutes to themselves. ;) [18:09] No shore leave? I can relieve everyone on the ship, would that count? [18:09] LOL! Maybe. ;) [18:09] With that said, here's the briefing: [18:09] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [18:09] Stardate 240011.13: "A Rumor of War", Part 1, by Jester. [18:09] SUMMARY: A relative quiet, and a time for contemplation. [18:09] Following the recent excitement in the Penora Star Group, Coro is now back en route for Starbase 81. We are bearing a full load of supplies, equipment, and ordnance for Task Group 5.4, including a number of the new cluster torpedoes approved by Starfleet R&D. It is hoped the cluster munitions will be more effective against Traxati probes than standard torps. [18:09] All is quiet, and we are still several days out of the Wormwood system, proceeding at slipstream. Most aboard are taking the opportunity provided by the relative quiet to catch up on personal business, or just relaxing after another difficult assignment. It is likely the quiet time won't last long once we return to Wormwood, after all... [18:10] ack [18:10] Blah. Back en route for Wormwood. Sorry about that. [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack [18:10] ack ack ::coughs up a hairball:: [18:11] There's lots of subplots going on as well, obviously, so feel free to explore 'em at your leisures. I've even thrown in a new one: Tactical has a new toy to play with. ;) [18:11] Any questions? [18:11] Yes [18:11] Should I be in the wardroom even though Mouse is away? [18:12] ::question:: [18:12] Hm. Doesn't really work without Mouse. Let's see if he shows up later, and if he does, we'll move there PDQ. Fair enough? [18:12] ok [18:12] ::nods:: Commander Daren? [18:12] Cluster munition? Care to elaborate? A clustering torpedo of some kind? [18:13] ;) [18:13] From the teaser of two weeks ago (sorry for the paste): [18:13] Starfleet R&D has completed work on a new type of torpedo munition -- a [18:13] cluster torpedo. The cluster torpedo uses a series of quantum [18:13] microtorpedoes instead of a single shaped zero-point energy charge. Upon [18:13] detonation, these microtorpedoes are deployed in a scatter formation or can [18:13] be reprogrammed to select individual targets. I have high hopes that this [18:13] new weapon will be more effective against the numerous but small Traxati [18:13] probes, and we will be taking a number of these cluster torpedoes aboard at [18:13] Starbase 81. [18:13] Any other questions? [18:14] nopers [18:14] I'll take that as a no. :) Let's sim! [18:14] *** LTDR_Dalton is now known as Mr_Dalton [18:14] * CPCO_LoraKor =/\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=- =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =/\= [18:14] 7> ::polishes a glass to perfection as he stands behind the bar in his lounge:: [18:14] Barracks>::To himself:: Well, maybe the Doc won't find me if I head toward engineering. [18:14] ::sighs in her sleep and turns onto her side, finally enjoying nothing but a deep sleep and down time:: [18:14] *** ENen_Skylooker (~Ens_EO@id-45285.qc.sympatico.ca) Quit (Space.RPGWorlds.com Chat.RPGWorlds.com) [18:14] =.\ction= Coro continues at slipstream toward the Wormwood system. ETA is a little over 72 hours. [18:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:15] *>::wanders down the corridor:: [18:15] ::takes occasional sips from his mug as the personell profiles of the new marines replacing those lost in the assault on the Sutherland scroll down the Mission Ops display:: [18:15] TL>engineering. [18:15] Q> ::relaxing in my quarters:: [18:16] TL> Let's see what this ship's got. [18:16] << lol oh my >> [18:16] *** ENen_Skylooker (~Ens_EO@id-45285.qc.sympatico.ca) has joined #uss- coronado [18:16] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v ENen_Skylooker [18:16] Computer recognizes ENen_Skylooker. Authorization codes enabled. [18:16] WardRoom> ::sits and looks over a PADD at the new officers brought on board:: [18:16] E> ::enters Engineering, and starts wandering about slowly:: [18:17] ::downloads the information into a PADD and rises to move to the center of the bridge to assume the command chair, sipping as he goes:: [18:17] E> ::sits at her desk reading reports:: [18:17] E>::arrives in engineering:: [18:17] E> ::Enter eng and head for the CEO Office:: [18:17] Q> ::leaves quarters heading to engineering:: [18:17] ::kicks blanket off in her sleep, now in REM:: [18:17] E> ::pauses near the warp core, giving a nod and a smile to the personnel nearby:: [18:18] Wardroom> ::walks in as directed by other officers, seeking out the person fitting the most appropriate description:: Cadet Cavanaugh reporting in, sir. ::he announces as he approaches Daren:: [18:18] WR> +tap+ Daren to Cadet Cavanaugh...report to the ships Wardroom on Deck One please! [18:18] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:18] Q> ::picks up the padd and heads to &th Heaven:: [18:18] E> ::Smiles to see how the joint is jumping- to himself:: this place could use a fern or two. [18:18] 7> ::looks around to see if anyone in Seventh Heaven currently deserves his personal attention, doesn't see anyone, and goes back to polishing:: [18:18] ::looks up:: ah Cadet I was just about to call... [18:18] E> Ensign Skylooker reporting for duty ma'am. [18:18] E> ::goes to the office:: reporting for duty maam [18:19] WR> Have a seat ::motions to a nearby chair:: [18:19] E> ::nods to Sky and Farley as she finishes reading a report:: [18:19] ::stops scrolling through the list of marines as a name catches his eye, expanding the personell profile to the full in-depth report and smirks:: [18:19] E> ::passes behind the warp core, heading for the slipstream core:: [18:19] E> ::looks up at them:: what would you two like to do today? [18:19] WR> I've been reviewing your Academy Records, very good looking I might add [18:19] WR> ::complies, promptly taking a seat:: Thank you, sir. [18:19] E>::to himself:: what a glorious core! [18:20] 7> Leave to work in sickbay and the lounge gets dusty ::jokingly:: [18:20] E> what every you need done maam [18:20] ::speaks to himself softly aloud:: Adrian Ricimer...::cross checks with the new marine's family records and smirks again:: [18:20] E> Exactly ma'am [18:20] EnsignGates> ::relieves Lt. Ian at the Tactical station as she leaves:: [18:20] *** Sliver (blah_22@id-50116.ameritel.net) has joined #uss-coronado [18:20] 7> ::stops long enough to adjust his navy blue suit, Cardassian cut, and looks up to see Ian:: Ah, Lieutenant! ::smiles:: Yes, this lounge falls apart without me, but I must play the good doctor these days. I haven't seen you down here in quite a while ... [18:21] WR> So Cadet...tell me, why did you request the Coronado? I see here that you had you pick of three assignments ::looks up from his PADD:: [18:21] E> ::gets a glipse of the CEO's office behind the slipstream core and smiles at the sight of Oswald apparently directing her "minions":: [18:21] ::dreams.. remembering a time she had been in the middle of a battle and her the only medic around...:: [18:22] 7> Yes with all that's been going on I've been pretty busy. [18:22] E> ::picks up a report from her "needs to be done" pile and glances at it:: I think the replicator in sickbay needs some attention.. [18:22] E>::lost in the moment, stares into the warp core:: I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands- [18:22] *** Sliver is now known as Alexander [18:22] WR> After a careful review of histories on all three ships, sir, I was astounded at Coronado's background. [18:22] 7> ::nods:: How are the children? And your charming mother? [18:22] E> ::looks at Sky and Farley:: do you two think you can manage to do that? [18:22] *** Savant (cpinnell@id-12423.remote.ualberta.ca) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:22] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Savant [18:22] Computer recognizes Savant. Authorization codes enabled. [18:22] Mouse = Savant, U.S.S. Coronado Holographic Artificial Intelligence Interface. [18:22] ::powers down the PADD and places it in the small holder alongside the command chair:: +taps+ Ironside to Corporal Ricimer, please report the birdge. [18:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:23] E> Find for me ma'am. ::smile:: [18:23] *** Alexander (blah_22@id-50116.ameritel.net) has left #uss-coronado [18:23] ((bah! damn ISP finally decides to come back online. . .)) [18:23] E> most definiatly maam [18:23] E>::doesn't see the captain:: [18:23] 7> The children are doing fine visiting Tprax's mother on Earth. My mother when I spoke to her last was in one of her moods, my brother's doing. [18:23] WR> ::nods:: I see...well perhaps you were expecting some kind of odd "hazing" for a new member of the tactical department but I need to tell you that I'm not like that at all. [18:24] ::swivels slightly in the chair as the turbolift opens and the young marine exits out onto the bridge, stepping forward to beside the command dias and saluting sharply:: Ricimer> Reporting as ordered, sir. [18:24] 7> Ah ... so I see you haven't decided to leave the Vulcan and settle down with a wealthy entrepreneur yet. ::grins at a glass he's polishing:: [18:24] * Savant appears on the bridge with a rather subtle entrance as mist collects around one area of the floor, swirling about until Savant is found inside the whirlwind [18:24] E> ::slips underneath the plasma conduit leading out from the warp core and to Engineering portside:: [18:24] ((ping please. . .)) [18:24] WR> ::sips some warm tea:: I expect the best from the members of my Security Teams and I get it. [18:24] E>::Shakes himself from his reverie, and walks toward an engineering station:: computer, lemme see the specs on this baby. [18:24] E> ::sees the Captian messing with her engineering stuff:: you to are dismissed... [18:24] *** Ephrael (cpinnell@id-12423.remote.ualberta.ca) has joined #USS- Coronado [18:24] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Ephrael [18:24] Computer recognizes Ephrael. Authorization codes enabled. [18:24] ::returns the salute:: Stand down Lieutenant. ::smirks very slightly:: You've changed very much since the last time I saw you Lieutenant. [18:24] =.\ction= The Bridge and corridor lighting returns to normal as the ship's alert status changes to green . [18:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:25] WR> I'm glad to know that, sir. [18:25] *** Ephrael is now known as Savant` [18:25] ((muuuch better)) [18:25] E> ::gets up and heads out towards the captain:: good morning sir, can I help you? [18:25] E> yes maam [18:25] Ricimer> ::blinks for a moment:: Pardon me sir, have we met? [18:25] WR> I don't know if I'm the best, sir, but I know I will work my soul out. ::remains impassive, a face carved out of stone:: [18:25] E> ::smiles over at Oswald:: 'morning, Lieutenant. Have a few minutes? [18:26] *** Savant (cpinnell@id-12423.remote.ualberta.ca) Quit (Space.RPGWorlds.com Chat.RPGWorlds.com) [18:26] WR> I cannot speak for other members of the crew however. ::smiles:: Sometimes those Marines can be a bit ::pauses:: harsh. [18:26] E> SO sickbay here we come! ::Look to Farley:: Then let's do it. [18:26] E>::To himself:: Gar, how many bars of gold-pressed latinum would you give to get the blueprints to this thing? [18:26] E> ::smiles sweetly:: if it keeps you from disaligning the warp core, of course I do... [18:26] ::continues smirking slightly:: Yes, although you were about yay high. ::brings his hand up to about his shoulders as he remains seated:: [18:26] * Savant` appears in a more subtle manner, a bit of discrete mist on the corner of the bridge appears and swirls about, getting thicker, until Savant appears in the eye of the storm [18:26] WR> Harsh, sir? ::raises an eyebrow:: [18:26] E> :: looks back at Sky:: you go it sir right behind you [18:26] 7> Would you care for something to drink or eat, Aurel? [18:27] 7> Nope we're keeping in touch still. Though what about a rich entrepeneur? ::raises an eyebrow:: [18:27] E> ::chuckles and enters Oswald's office:: I wanted to chat with you for a few minutes, about the Exec. [18:27] E> ::Head for the TL:: [18:27] ::notices Farley and Sky, salutes.:: sirs. [18:27] E> ::makes a face:: [18:27] Ricimer> ::looks puzzled for a moment, then shakes his head and chuckles:: Pardon me, Colonel. I should have put two and two together when my father told me to say hello to my new commandant. [18:27] WR> ::nods:: I understand your apprehension Cadet...but I believe you have potential and I'll be putting that potential to good use on this ship. You just may learn a few things in the process. [18:27] 7> A raktajino sounds good. I'm not really hungry. [18:28] *> ::looks to Sky:: so what needs to be done in sickbay? [18:28] E> ::drops into a chair across from Oswald, leaning back, still smiling slightly:: Interesting expression, Lieutenant. He tells me that the two of you have been having some disagreements. [18:28] * Savant` flickers a little and floats over to a console, watching it serenely [18:28] 7> Ah, that ... well, you see ... I've recently come into possession of what I've been told by one of Starfleet's chief geneticists could become a very potent weapon ... ::raises his eyebrows:: If it's true, it could turn a considerable profit. Hopefully even enough to cover all my losses while aboard this ship. [18:28] ::nods:: And how is your father? I haven't had the chance to speak with him recently. [18:28] ::wakes up with a start, a face still floating in her mind's eye of the last image she saw in the dream. ::looks down at self and the twisted mess that was her pjs and sheets:: [18:28] E> ::mutters:: only because he tried getting me and my team killed... [18:28] 7> One raktajino, coming up. ::turns around and pulls out a blender, pulling the necessary ingredients from behind the bar to make a fresh one:: [18:28] WR> ::just nods, attentively listening:: [18:29] << go away global >> [18:29] 7> I should have guessed. Well maybe you'll find someone out there for you. [18:29] Ricimer> ::grins:: Irritated, sir. When he was given command of the Ark Royal, they wouldn't let him fly anymore. [18:29] E> ::nods:: Unfortunately, the uniform you're wearing sometimes comes with its full share of danger, Lieutenant. [18:29] 7> Perhaps ... but the thought of community property worries me so. [18:29] WR> Tell me Cadet, have you had time to acquaint yourself to your new home? [18:29] 7> Can you imagine giving half your assets up ... for nothing? [18:29] E> None of us aboard are immune to it. [18:29] * Savant` puts a hand on her chin and strokes it contemplatively, watching the terminal, and then over to the wall, as if it were the most intrigueing thing in the galaxy [18:30] *** Savant` is now known as Savant [18:30] E> yea... but engineers aren't Marines... [18:30] <> [18:30] << i pay them well >> [18:30] WR> A bit, sir. Not all of it, no. [18:30] 7> One raktajino, freshly made. ::pushes the drink over into Ian's hands:: On the house, of course. [18:31] E>incredible. ::engrossed in the specs:: [18:31] TL> Sickbay. ::look to Farley:: So how was your morning today? [18:31] ::chuckles lightly:: Yes, that does sound very much like Piet. ::sobers somewhat:: I'm surprised you chose the marines over Starfleet, Lieutenant. Last I heard you were quite the avid engineer. [18:31] ::gets up and lets the sheets drop to the floor, going to a replicator and getting some coffee to gather herself and her thoughts:: [18:31] * Savant floats to one side as if pushed along by a gentle breeze, as if following something along [18:31] E> ::smiles:: True. But nobody asked you to pick up a rifle and wade into a swarm of insectoids. The Marines face far more danger than you or I do. [18:31] 7> Not really. But latinum bars don't always buy happiness. ::takes a sip:: Delicious, thank you. [18:31] TL> preatty uneventful, just me, myself & I this morning [18:31] E> This isn't too hard to-::feels the siezure:: Xolotl! not now!! [18:32] 7> Latinum bars don't always buy happiness ... hmm, that must be one of those Rules of Acquisition Zek wrote when he was altered by the wormhole aliens ... [18:32] TL> I see. [18:32] E> as it should be... but there was no need for us to be beamed over before Ironside had given the all clear... [18:32] 7> ::shakes his head:: Enough talk of money. How are you finding life under Commander Daren? I've found him to be a rather fairminded person, myself ... [18:32] E>::looks around, makes sure no one's watching, doubles over with pain:: [18:32] E> ::nods:: And if the insectoids had overloaded the warp core? [18:32] TL> so how was yours? [18:32] WR> ::nods:: Well your duty shifts will consist mainly of completing weapon inventories, running tactical research, conducting security training programs...that sort of thing. [18:33] * Savant stops at a point and lifts a hand... a holographic apple appears and she watches it, her eyes piercing straight through it and to the wall [18:33] 7> It's pretty good. [18:33] Ricimer> ::nods a couple of times:: Yes, but apparently the marines were short on enlisted personell with technical experience, so I decided to join up and spend a few years gaining some in the field experience, and seeing some excitement, before entering Starfleet. [18:33] E> ::amused smile:: I can hardly ask a Marine to defend himself against that. [18:33] *> ::Walk toward sickbay:: Well not relly bad. [18:33] E> But I can ask you to defend him from it. [18:33] E> I suppose... [18:33] E>::slips behind a gangplank, out of view, forces himself to sit:: [18:33] E> but there was no danger of it overloading... [18:34] 7> And ... how are you handling being seperated from your husband? ::looks up:: I know I certainly don't know what you see in him ... ::milder tone:: ... but I do know you care for him very much. [18:34] E> ::nods:: In this case, yes. Next time, though, we may not get off so easily. [18:34] WR> If I see that you are ready for more I will have you assist myself or Lieutenant Ian on the bridge. [18:34] E>::pulls out a small hypospray:: [18:34] E> then why not send us over immediately with the Marines... [18:34] WR> The basics. ::nods:: I understand, sir. I thank you and promise to work as good as I can. [18:34] <> [18:34] E> and give us guns... [18:35] E> ::chuckles:: In this case, I judged that the Marines had had sufficient time to secure the parts of the ship that your team would be working in. [18:35] SB> ::Search the CMO:: Hi there... [18:35] << I'm not in Sick Bay >> [18:35] * Savant lets out an etheral sigh and lets her hand and the image drop, moving backwards towards the centre of the bridge again [18:35] ::nods:: A good plan, Lieutenant. A good plan. Don't worry...you'll see plenty of excitement aboard this ship...::glances at the chrono:: It was good speaking with you, Lieutenant, I've kept you from your personal time long enough. Dismissed. ::salutes and watches as Ricimer leaves the bridge, nodding to himself and recalling his own days from Starfleet Academy with the young Lieutenant's father:: [18:35] E> I have to balance the danger that you might face with the benefit that your being there provides. [18:35] <> [18:36] 7> :;thinks:: It's okay but sometimes it gets lonely. Having the children aroudn would help but I wouldn't want them on the ship at the moment. [18:36] E>::forces the hypospray in his trembling hand to the underside of his tongue:: [18:36] E> And you're welcome to carry a weapon if you wish to do so. You'll find most Away team members do. If the Marines do their job, though, you shouldn't have to use it. [18:36] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::looks over at Skylooker:: Yessss? [18:36] WR> We have some very interesting systems on this ship that I think you'll enjoy...keep an eye out for Savant...the Holographic Command Liason Officer...she's just returned from a fairly long maintenace period and... [18:36] ::watches the hologram float by, sighing:: Nothing to do, Savant? [18:37] * Savant blinks [18:37] E> ::shrugs:: [18:37] E>::sits on the floor, out of sight, breathing heavily:: [18:37] not at all Sir. I find that idle time gives me more and more to do, more than i was designed for. [18:37] WR>...and can be a little off the wall ::grins:: [18:37] 7> Yes, I definitely agree ... this is no place for children, I'm afraid. Certainly not with the dangerous missions the captain seems to like to lead us into. [18:37] M> Well Ens Farley and me are here to repair the replicator system. [18:37] ::raises his eyebrows slightly and crosses his legs:: Is it possible to upgrade your program? [18:38] E> ::leans forward:: The point is, Lieutenant, that all of us have to be able to count on each other. Next time, your being there may save lives. [18:38] WR> I... see. I will keep an eye out for him-- her, erhm.. it. [18:38] 7> ::takes another sip of her raktajino:: [18:38] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::lowers his ocular ridges, the equivalent of a human frown:: Oh? Isss't broken? [18:38] E> yes, sir [18:38] oh, no Sir, i don't think that the programming team that designed me has much idea on the structure of my program anymore. It is self- maintained and modified after all. [18:38] E>::closes his eyes and feels the euphoria:: They should have put me in the brig. [18:38] WR> ::stands:: Well I was about to make a run down to the Torpedo Bay to look over our new supply of Cluster Munitions, care to join me? [18:38] 7> ::pats Ian on the hand:: It's good to talk to you again, you know. [18:38] ::sits on the couch, tucking feet underneath her.. and stares at the far wall.. not really seeing it but the dream and memories she had had earlier:: [18:38] E> ::leans back, relaxing a bit:: As Captain, that's the call I have to make. As an officer, it's your duty to follow those orders, but you can rest assured that I will not order you into danger for no good reason. You'll always have the Coro's full support... [18:39] E> ::leans forward again:: ...as long as we have YOUR full support. [18:39] M> And we are here to repair it so, can you point me where it is sir? [18:39] 7> Same here, I missed talking to you, my friend. ::smiles:: [18:39] WR> ::stands almost immediately, a faint smile hinted at the tip of his lips:: Certainly, sir. [18:39] What about you, though, Savant. As I recall, one of the original holographic programs to serve onboard a Federation starship made numerous modifications to his own program and continued to expand. [18:39] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::points with one claw:: [18:39] i've been toying what the concept of vision today, Sir ^_^ Yes, sir, that's very similar to my own self-modifications. [18:39] WR> This way... [18:39] E> yes, sir [18:40] mine are more, well, experimental, shall we say, Sir. [18:40] M> Ty doctor. ::Walk to the replicator\:: [18:40] *> ::exits the wardroom and enters the TL across the corridor:: [18:40] 7> Yes, well let's make sure we don't stray anymore, hmm? How about ... breakfast every Friday, my treat. ::grin:: 0900 hours? [18:40] M> ::follows Sky:: [18:40] E> If the insectoids HAD overloaded the warp core of the Sutherland, arguing with the Exec about the orders that put you there could have cost those Marines their lives. [18:40] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::follows the two engineers:: [18:40] *> ::follows after, his curious gaze inspecting the few things it can as he goes:: [18:41] E> yes, sir [18:41] *>::steps into the TL:: Deck Nine, Torpedo Control! [18:41] 7> Sounds good. I better get back to the bridge. [18:41] e>::forces himself to stand, ut feels dizzy and sits back down:: [18:41] Vision? What types of experimental programs were you thinking of? [18:41] 7> ::nods:: Very well. But if you ever need to get off duty, let me know, and I"ll find some illness for you to contract. I am the chief medical officer, you know. [18:41] 7> ::grins and goes back to polishing glasses:: [18:41] *> ::makes mental notes:: Sir, if I may ask...? [18:41] M> Farley can you locale the problem? [18:41] not a program, sir. Just wondering... the 'visual light' spectrum of emissions... is all that you can... 'see'.... that's correct, Sir? [18:42] TL> ::hands Cavanaugh a PADD:: Here's the report from R&D on the cluster munition, an interesting offensive weapon to say the least. [18:42] E> ::smiles:: If the Marines had argued about protecting your team, that could have cost you yours. ::winks:: I doubt very much you'll ever see that happen. But they have to rely on you as well. [18:42] 7> ::laughs:: thanks. [18:42] TL> ::steps into the corridor as it stops:: Yes? [18:42] 7> ::sketches a goodbye wave to Ian, and smiles genuinely at her:: [18:42] e>::To himself:: come on, old man, stand! ::forces himself up again:: [18:42] E> yes sir... [18:42] E> ::chuckles:: Don't just "yes sir" me, Lieutenant. Show me that you understand. This is important. Trust in the other members of your crew is what makes Starfleet work. [18:43] ::nods:: Although there was some genetic enhancement programs before they were made illegal that expanded our visual range, for the most part, homo sapiens can only interepret light in the visible spectrum range. [18:43] TL> ::blinks and takes the PADD:: No matter, sir. It was nothing important. ::reads the file:: [18:43] E> of course sir [18:43] ::murmurs:: remarkable. . . [18:43] *> ::enters Torpedo Control:: [18:43] 7> ::returns the wave and leaves:: [18:43] tl> Bridge. [18:43] i don't think i can quite understand the concept, Sir, i've ... well, i think i process information in an entirely different way from you. How do you deal with such a lack of input? [18:44] E> ::smiles:: Try something a little longer. [18:44] *> ::peruses through the file, murmuring to quietly himself as he follows after Daren:: [18:44] M> :: turns towards Sky:: Is it hot in here or is it just me? [18:44] ::picks up the datapadd from the table beside her and starts to write:: [18:44] E> ::thinks for a moment:: of course, sir, I understand perfectly, sir... [18:44] e>::still feeling dizzy:: what's the matter, my lovelies? My body fighting you? [18:44] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::tastes the air with his tongue:: S'jusst you. [18:44] ::purses his lips and frowns for a moment:: I don't think it's a lack of input, Savant. The visual spectrum itself is very brilliant and can be even at times overwhelming. ::smirks:: We don't have quite the 'processing power' you do. [18:44] TC> ::makes his way to the computer terminal at the far end of the room:: Computer, bring up weapon specifications on the new cluster munitions... [18:45] e>well, let's see how it handles an extra 50 cc's. [18:45] M> Why do you put yourself in the "problem" ens? [18:45] TC> ::rips his eyes off the PADD and fixes them on the screen, awaiting for said specs to come up:: Very interesting, sir. [18:45] ah, true, sir. I just can't understand how one could get by without it. . . you really are missing a lot, Sir [18:46] E> ::leans back and laughs, then looks back, eyes twinkling:: At least you said you understand. ::pauses:: I'm going to let this go, Lieutenant. You're almost up for promotion. I'm going to keep an eye on how you and the Exec get along. [18:46] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::looks over Farley's shoulder at the two mens' work:: [18:46] That's why we have you and the ship's sensors, Savant. To let us get a glimpse of everything we're missing... [18:46] M> sorry I just missunderstand. And i don't find it hot here Farley. [18:46] TC> ::reads over some specs:: Hmmm micro quantum torpedoes....what will they think of next? [18:46] E>::sneaks deeper into the shadows, adjusts the hypospray, and injects another 50 cc's. [18:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:46] E> ::shrugs:: okay, sir [18:46] e>::To himself:: good. returning to normal.... [18:46] ::steps onto the bridge, notices Savant and heads to tactical:: I'll take over Gates. Thank you. [18:47] * Savant raises an arm, watching the wall, "It's hard for me to explain... i can. . . see . . . the data streams that make up my 'arm'. . . what you see here is the proverbial tip of the iceberg." [18:47] E> ::nods:: If I find that you ask your questions BEFORE you receive your orders, then your promotion will go forward. If I hear of you questioning orders AFTER they've been given, we will have this conversation again. [18:47] E> Only next time, we'll have it in my office, not yours, and I'm afraid I won't be quite so understanding. [18:47] ah, indeed ^_^ That is what i was programmed for, after all, sir ^_^ only fitting i suppose [18:47] E> You do understand? [18:47] e>::rubs his face, and stands:: OK, about those specs- [18:47] M> ::Take a tricoder and scan the replicator console:: [18:47] still, i wonder what it would be like to be so constrained. The adaptations one would undergo would be remarkable [18:47] E> yes sir... [18:47] TC> ::continues to make mental notes, nodding as he reads:: [18:47] M> ::turns towards DR. Zoyvgud:: Sir, I'm not feeling all that good could you take a look at me? [18:47] E> ::nods:: Good. How is Ensign Skylooker working out? [18:48] ::chuckles:: I've seen your code, Savant. Your projection is definitely only the tip of the iceberg, and you have the potential to grow to monumental preportions. [18:48] E> good... [18:48] TC> ::smiles:: You know the best place to review these specifications is in the Command Infomation Center...Cadet are you familair with the CIC aboard the Coronado? [18:48] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::looks at Farley with unblinking eyes:: Yesss, you don't look ssso well. Or smell ssso well. [18:48] E> he's still a bit green around the edges... [18:48] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::points to a biobed:: [18:48] ah, perhaps Sir. But not without a little more co-operation from Engineering, Sir ^_^ [18:48] And also understand that your potential for growth is something a great number of us would like to have as well. [18:48] E> ::smiles:: That's why we have you here to keep an eye on him. Are his technical skills up to spec, more or less, other than the lack of experience? [18:48] * Savant smiles and bows congenially [18:48] M> ::stands and goes to the bed:: thanks, sir [18:48] the feeling is mutual [18:49] TC> I... No, sir. I am pretty much unfamiliar with most of this ship. I was showed to my quarters to settle in the moment I boarded and was then ordered to report. I've had no time to look over the shipwide specs. [18:49] E> ::nods:: he's a good engineer... [18:49] ::nods:: Well, I'm sure if you constructed a proposal and submitted it to the Captain, he'd willingly consider it. Mr. Dejat is also an accomplished software engineer. I'm sure he could be of use as well. [18:49] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::shakes his head slowly:: I am not sssir. Only Doctor. [18:49] E> Any personality problems? Does he get along with his Chiefs and the other Engineering personnel? [18:49] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::runs a tricorder over Farley:: [18:50] M> sorry doctor [18:50] e>::to himself:: what am I doing? ::Sits at the station:: computer, access library files. Poetry. [18:50] E> ::shrugs:: and engineer is an engineer... he doesn't not get along... [18:50] * Savant flickers [18:50] ::watches the simulation of the cluster torpedoes:: [18:50] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> +taps+ Medical Bay to Doctor Dalton. Mister Farley is sssick. Xotian flu, I think. [18:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:50] i - i'd prefer it if my code were left as it was, Sir. Though i'm grateful for your support [18:50] e>what do you have on Pablo Neruda? Read me something. [18:51] e> computer> specify. [18:51] 7> +taps+ Oh my ... make sure no one else has it, or we'll have an epidemic. Give him the antidote and lay him down. [18:51] E> ::nods:: What about Ensign Farley? Any problems? [18:51] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:51] e>it's the poem that says I've forgotten your hands- [18:51] TC> ::nods:: The CIC is an incredible addition to the ship...it serves as a holographic center for our LORASON sensor arrays and it is a great tool in any type of research. [18:51] M> ::look to Farley for a second and then return to the scanning time:: Humm.... ::Change the power converter for a new and try it:: Seem's good. Computer replicate a medical tricoder with all normal parametter set in the Database number 2 [18:52] ::nods slightly:: Of course. Change can be both a wish and a fright. [18:52] TC> Its on Deck 8, this way... [18:52] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> +taps+ Of coursse, Doctor. Medical Bay out. ::looks at Farley, then goes over to load a hypospray:: [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] E> he's sticking close to Skylooker... which may cause I problem later on when he wants to get out of Sky's shadow.. but for now he's doing well... [18:52] e>computer> working. Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks. [18:52] *> ::enters TL:: Deck 8, CIC! [18:52] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:52] well... i imagine most biologicals would have a similar reaction if they were offered a reconstruction of their digestive system, Sir. [18:52] TC> ::nods:: I'll keep that in-- Yes, sir. ::follows after:: [18:53] e> computer> the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.. [18:53] 7> +taps+ Dalton to Captain Lora. I've got a few minutes, perhaps now is time for our ... discussion about the hologram? [18:53] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:53] ::chuckles:: Most likely. I had forgotten how much your code resembles the idea of your 'body'. [18:53] *> ::steps onto Deck 8 and walks briefly to the large doors of the CIC:: [18:53] E> ::smiles:: OK, excellent. I won't bother you any further, Lieutenant, unless there's anything you need from me? [18:53] M> ::Use the tricoder on him:: That's work. ::Walk to Dr_Zoyvgud:: The replicator is back online Dr. [18:53] But would it be reconstruction so much as an addition? [18:53] well, Sir, it's the closest analogue. It composes all of the funtions which make me 'alive', if sucha word is appropriate [18:53] CIC> ::moves in after Daren, as ever inspecting the room:: [18:53] E>::shakes her head:: no sir [18:54] M> Dr_Zoyvgud> ::injects Farley, then looks at him:: You must rest here tonight. ::looks over at Skylooker:: Many thanks, Ensssign. [18:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:54] e> computer>I have forgotten your happy face [18:54] *> ::touches a few controls on a console outside the CIC:: Computer, load all relevant data on Cluster munitions... [18:54] addition or reconstruction, Sir. . . i'm a little wary of modifications [18:54] e> computer> I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice- [18:54] E> ::nods and stands:: The Exec and I agree that your technical work is first rate, Lieutenant. You've done us and Coro proud on that score. ::smiles:: [18:54] artificial consciousness is a delicate thing at best, and i would... prefer that it wasn't . . .disturbed. [18:54] M> ::looks down and wishes he could get back to work:: If you say so Doctor [18:55] E> ::smiles back:: [18:55] 7> ::shakes his head:: No one ever listens to me ... ::exits the lounge and heads for the Bridge:: [18:55] * Savant smiles a dazzling smile, "Though i appreciate the offer" [18:55] e> keep reading the poetry to me, computer.... [18:55] CIC> ::steps into the CIC...the holographic environment makes the room look like walking into nothing:: [18:55] M> Farley I will talk to Oswald for your rest.::Put the tricoder on the table and leave:: [18:55] *> ::stands besides Daren since the CIC is not an actual room:: Brand new weapon, sir? I mean, beyond Coronado. Is it new fleetwide? [18:55] <> [18:55] * Savant says calmly, "Good afternoon Mr Dalton" though she doesn't turn to greet him [18:55] ::nods and can't help but grin slightly himself:: You're more than welcome. [18:55] e> I have forgotten your eyes. [18:55] << ;) >> [18:55] <<::kills global and the lag::>> [18:55] * Savant then turns around after bowing graciously to Ironside [18:55] <> [18:55] << yikes i sure got to the bridge quickly >> [18:55] << :P >> [18:56] E> But remember, being a Chief Engineer is also about setting an example. Ensigns Skylooker and Farley look up to you. Make sure they'll have a good example to follow. [18:56] E> +taps+ Understood, Mr. Dalton. I'll be up shortly. Captain out. [18:56] E> yes sir [18:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [18:56] ::looks around:: Where's the captain? Oh ... ::looks at his commbadge:: I thought he was up here. [18:56] CIC> ::*does* walk in:: Nice, ::he murmurs:: [18:56] no sir, the Captain is in Engineering. [18:56] TL> Engineering. [18:56] E>Computer> I live with a pain that is like a wound. If you touch me, you will do irreperable harm. [18:56] E> ::smiles:: Thank you, Lieutenant. I will leave you to it. [18:56] ::takes a breath and turns his command chair to face the holotank, tapping some commands into the imaging system:: [18:56] CIC> ::walks to the 'center' of the dark room:: Computer, begin cluster munition test data... [18:57] Engineering, eh? He's not deleting a holoprogram we all know and love, is he? [18:57] * Savant flickers again as her attention is turned to the holotank . . she seems to be almost ignoring the actual images there [18:57] *** ENen_Farley (cccvac@id-5886.acadia.net) Quit (Quit: ) [18:57] my program is not stored in Main Engineering, sir ^_^ [18:57] E> ::leaves Oswald's office, and enters a TL:: Deck 1, aft. [18:57] ::makes a noncommittal noise as he heads off the Bridge towards the wardroom:: [18:57]