whoa! I'm hoping sooner. lots of ppl *** Fraser is now known as Fras|Away hmm, I think this is a record... if I fall asleep it isn't my fault! why sooner? eager? or just want to hurry so we can leave quicker? Get started, get going. The others can join in as we go, can't they? yup where will we have it? lounge? that'll work, get the tribunal all boozed up ;) good stuff ^_- when? I assume some point when Serrold is out of medbay *** LMWL_Serrold is now known as Serrold *** LCIO_Ma`Aru is now known as Kari *** LTtc_Marcy is now known as Marcy one would hope that a tribunal for me is convened once I'm able to attend ;) one would hope ^_- not always the way it goes though... they might just decide it's in your best interest not to let you attend it... "right to fair trial" is a relatively new idea after all ^_- anyways, do you think that the evening after this sim is too soon? nope =) awright then ^_^ holodeck, court room looking setting? not lounge? I said fully recovered. He needs a new arm before the tribunal convenes. ;-) *** Fras|Away is now known as Fraser hey Fras longe, then ^_- evening of the sim day er, lounge *** Sonja has joined #uss-coro mmm boozed up tribunal *** Sonja is now known as Zunite *** Shadow-FjP is now known as Prescot I'll jump in once I've finished my Pork Tenderloin....mmmmm.... shush -_- *****************************Sim Start********************************* ::Savant sat where she often did, by the bay windows of the lounge, watching the scrolling stars:: *** Sonya has quit IRC (Ping timeout) *** Prescot sets mode: +o Zunite ::sits to the side of the louge, not doing much of anything:: ::sits at a table in the lounge, really not looking happy:: ::enters the lounge seeing Zunite in the corner heads over to her:: ::The hologram sat calmly enough, the usual serene mood draped over her, but she had somethign else, a touch of pensiveness:: ::enters and goes over to a table semi-isolated to think about something the captain just offered him:: ::staggers into the lounge, a scowl firmly etched upon his face:: ::continues to look at at the stars and pout:: ::stops nearby Zunite's table and sees her look:: whats wrong?? ::frowns:: quarters are destroyed... I think the ship has something against me... ::smiles a little:: I sincerly doubt that... why bite the hand that repairs it?? ::has a seat:: *** Brad is now known as Drexle4r *** Drexle4r is now known as Drexler :;sniffs: ::walks into the lounge, off-duty apparell once again, a mild look of agitation on his face:: ::notices Craig enter the louge, leaning back a bit in her chair:: *** Fraser is now known as Lightbody ::is sitting on a couch with his feet up beside one of the bay windows, feet crossed while reading a PADD:: ::she notes the people heading into the lounge as duty shifts and dinner rolled over, but made no move to greet them as she often did:: ::flexes the metal fingers on his new hand gently and moves towards the bar, casting a glance at Savant and a sad look at Kari:: ((go chat up the princess there, anakin 8:p)) ::looks over at Serrold briefly.. wondering if he should mention to him that the dragons were rather easy to evade... but thinks against it, turning back to Zunite:: dont you have your best people on it?? ::The hologram maintained its ponderous detachment, sitting regally in the couch central under the windows:: ::shakes her head:: more important things to do...:: ::leans against the bar and orders a Romulan ale:: ::grins a bit at Prescot:: bad thing about being the head of the department is while I can set my best people on it... I at the same time can't.. ::frowns deeply at Serrold's expression and strongly considers going to talk to him:: ::sighs and picks up the drink with his natural hand:: ::smirks:: like I cant have some of the Privates in my heavy weapons crew move my furnature for me... ::flips the 'page' on the PADD, going through a military fiction novel:: oh I get the guys from engineering to move furniture for me all the time ::grins:: ::she finally glanced about the room, smiling briefly at Lightbody and Drexler:: ::chuckles:: I somehow dont put that past you makes good punishment actually.... especially when after an hour of moving it I direct them to put it in the exact place it started ::smiles:: ::listens to the soft hum of the servos in his hand, chuckling bitterly at the irony of his replacement limb:: ::walks over to Savant and takes a seat, not saying anything:: ::she doesn't say anything either, not for a long time, apparently the silence was conversation was enough:: ::looks at Prescot::have you eaten yet? ::sighs, shuts off the PADD and stretches as he gets up and saunters over to the bar:: ::she didn't consider the silence foreboding, or pressing. It was pleasant and comfortable, she found, somethign rare for the program.:: ::shakes head:: no... I had an intersting time flying down on the planet though :;eyes light up:: really? did you meet any of those dragons? ::glares at Lightbody:: Come to gloat, Petey? ::orders a soda from the bartender:: Say what? ::takes a long swig of his drink:: ::decides to stand and walk towards Serrold, mentally cringing at her descision all the way. Comes up behind him and lays a hand on his left shoulder:: ::she finally offers in a subdued tone, respectfully turning the silence aside while not entirely banishing it:: Quite a day it's been, hasn't it? ::grins widely:: those were amazing an actual dragon ::inhales sharply at Kari's touch:: never dreamed Id actually be able to fly against one ::nods and then frowns:: i want my wand back... it was such a kewl souviner... not so "kewl" it ruined your quarters ::shakes her head:: nope it's still kewl.. ::nods, sighing and setting his glass down on the endtable:: I'm exhausted. ::smiles at Prescot:: I only wish I could get it back... what's that like? ::draws her hand back quickly and moves in beside him, frowning slightly:: Are you alright? What? Exhaustion? mm ^_^ ::accepts his soda, gives Serrold a weird look, and heads back for a table:: ::shrugs not understanding her logic:: I think there was one that damaged the Kelaka... some magi attacked the gig with it ::nods:: probably.... they're dangerous weapons... ::glances at Kari and smiles sadly then back at Lightbody then back to Kari:: I - I dunno. ::grins:: look what it did to my quarters.. Inability to focus on anything, general desire to do nothing, or sleep. ::she smiled absently at Lightbody as he returned to the seats and couches in their direction:: ::smiles at Prescot:: want supper? how fascinating... it must be frustrating Or in my case, ... ::sees Lightbody approach:: Not being able to sleep. ::nods:: some peice of hardware... ::smiles:: I am famished, Id love some have you considered a melatoninoid regimen? ::pulls up a barstool and sits, motioning for him to go on:: ::thinks:: ham sandwiches sound good? ::sits down at another table and begins flipping through his book again, sipping away at his drink:: Uhm, no. That... ::gives Savant a secretive gesture::... wouldn't work well with my ... current sleep schedule. it's entirely natural, Sieven. It doesn't interfere with your sleep schedule, it *resets* your sleep schedule. Some drinks don't mix, Savant. sounds good.. ::stares at her hoping she understands:: ::gets up and heads for the bar:: I'll be back then... ::holds up his new hand to Kari:: ::nods and leans back against his chair:: ::she grinned slightly:: drinks and drugs are well enough, but melatoninoids aren't either, they're neurochemicals. ::on her way back with the ham sandwiches, she stops by Lightbody and reads over his shoulder:: now there's a book I'd like to read ::makes a disgusted sound and continues on: ::blinks at the hand and ponders for a moment:: That...could be interesting ::looks up, blinks, and looks back down at his book for a second before shaking his head to reset his thoughts and go back to reading:: ::looks around nervously and makes a quick slashing gesture across his throat, smoothly transitioning to grabbing his glass and taking a sip:: ::sets the plate of sandwiches down on the table and sits back down:: dinner is served... I do believe I'm an excellent cook... <> *** Marcy has left #uss-coro ::she smiles and chuckles a little:: poor thing. I realize your current drug regimen isn't helping you sleep as it ought to, i was only recommending the change. I put in yur request for the perscription, after all. Not to mention that I've been removed from duty and been placed under semi-arrest pending a tribunal. ::smiles and takes one of the sandwiches waiting for her to begin:: ::She gave him an equally meaningful glance, vindicating his "perscription" int he eyes of Medical:: ::smiles at Prescot after taking a bit of a sandwich:: so did you get to see one of the wands working? ::finds he's quite thirsty, and having finished his drink, goes back up to the bar to get another one, leaving his PADD behind:: ::bites into his sandwich:: no I never did... I think Col did, as with the maj ::motions at Serrold:: and some of the other members of the away ream <> ::uses the force to move Lightbody's padd to a different table:: You don't really thing Ironside will go through with that, do you? ::looks over at what Zunite is staring at and blinks as she sees it move:: (w) incredible ::frowns:: mores the pity.... I tried to take my wand apart to see how it worked, but it didn't like that idea... ::snorts:: He's never liked me. That ol curmudgeon would love to see me drummed out of the service and strung up by my - uh - thumb. ::looks at Prescot:: what's incredible? ::motions back at the PADD:: what you just did with that PADD... did it shock you or something? That's crazy...what do they think they are going to do with you in this galaxy? ::gives Savant a frown, and stands:: :;sniffs:: nah... it just didn't do anything... ::she looks up at him standing, confused:: ahhh ::gets another drink from the bartender and acknowledges his thanks with a nod before heading back to his table:: could you get it to work before?? Sorry, I... ::sits back down:: ... not in the mood for jokes. no... I think they only work on their planet.... thats the way it seems, with the sudden activation of yours Maybe I'll become a friegher captain, make my own way in the galaxy. ::snorts:: which really makes you wonder how it destroyed my quarters.. ::she took a table from behind the couch - well, it was a hologram itself, but no one was the wiser - and gave it to him. It clearly showed a perscription, though the actual drug was vague, as it was already apparently in Drexler's posession:: no joke. I don't want to see you in trouble, Sieven. ::sits back down at his table and picks up his PADD....or at least tries to before realizing that it isn't there anymore:: ::bites down into his sandwich some more:: might have picked up some engergies from the planet? ::watches Lightbody outta the corner of her eye, grinning:: ::pushes it away:: Please, just let me handle it. ::seems pretty ashamed:: ::frowns, scratches his head, and looks up and around:: ::takes a bite of her sandwich to keep from laughing:: ::looks at Prescot:: I don't think so.. ::blinks as he notices the PADD on another table gets up and walks over, sitting down:: Bah, I still don't think they are going to do it....who else will they send on all those suicide missions? ::checks his position in the room, swears he wasn't sitting at this table to himself, and shrugs and goes back to reading:: ::She exhaled and the pad disappeared into white streamers of light:: i'm sorry, Sieven. I have a bad track record of dealing with people in more than a superficial manner. :;starts giggling quietly to herself:: It's ... all right. I'm sorry. You're doing fine. :She smiled slightly:: If only i had such encouragement from everyone. ::smiles and absently strokes his mechanical hand along Kari's cheek:: They don't need me. The Colonel is right about one thing: I am too damn reckless. why are you up Sieven? shouldn't you at least be trying to rest? do you have any ideas then why it suddenly activated? ::shrugs:: I'm not sure... you know what the current theory is about that planet? ::shrugs:: not really.. I heard bits and peices of something but nothing that I could peice together I have tried. Right now, I can't sleep. ::tries not to flinch away from the touch:: Maybe, at the least, these past few days will let you get a hand, err handle on your recklessness I see ^_^ anxious about something? ::continues flipping through his pages, reading from the PADD and sipping his drink:: ::sighs and turns away:: I'd like to think you're right. But danger's always been my game. ::shakes her head:: perhaps the reason why the planet showed up out of nowhere is why my wand activated.. ::nods and polishes off his sandwich:: perhaps... is that your thoery? ::finishes up her sandwich:: Not really. ::points at his head:: Just the usual. :;shrugs:: if it is it isn't much of a theory... ahah. I understand.. well, i don't understand, but i sympathize ^_^ ::gets up again, realizing he's hungry, and heads for the replicator:: ::moves the padd back to the orginal table:: <> And you really think you can settle into the life of a cargo pilot ::obtains some fruit from the replicator and makes his way back towards his table:: ::she smiles at Lightbody again, who's quite busy about the room, moving about as he was:: ::laughs aloud, almost lightheartedly:: No. No no. I'd probably become some kind of mercenary general, wagin my own war on the Pfhor just for the fun of it. ::smiles back at Savant, then stops, looking between two tables; one with a PADD, one without:: ::nods:: Ahh, that I could see when do you go on duty next? ::smiles at Prescot:: tomorrow morning... ::blinks once or twice, decides he's been reading a little too much and simply sits down to eat his food:: yourself? ::smiles at Prescot:: I have to be going... I'm staying with father till my quarters are livable... I have a feeling he wouldn't enjoy me walking in very late... ::closes his eyes:: I'm not usually the self-depricating sort, but this just hasn't been my day. same... and I need to do that report for the col ::almost snickers at what she says: probably not.. it was good to see you again though :;smiles:: you too... hey are we on for that sparing match on Friday? ::nods:: of course... 1600? ::Savant exhales slightly and corsses her legs, resting her hands on her raised knee, as awalys looking immaculately professional:: ::nods:: sounds great ::stands:: well I'm off... ::contentedly pops some grapes into his mouth as he looks out the windows at the starfield:: ::stands as she does and smiles:: good night ::causes Lightbody's padd to float up to the top of his head and balance there, as she is walking out:: Heh, I can imagine ::tries to change the subject:: So...is that the final version of your new hand? ::frowns, grabs the PADD, turns, and throws it at the departing Zunite; the device smacking into the doors closing behind her:: ::Savant cocks her eyebrow at the PADD and uses a well placed tractor beam to snatch it form the air, holding it in place <> ((seeya SAnti ^_^)) ::smiles a bit chuckling as he sits back down in his seat and takes his turn staring out at the stars:: << nite :) >> ::sighs:: I haven't a clue. No one in sickbay will give me a straight answer. And with Doctor Vogel back on Reor for the time being, I don't know when I'll actually get a straight answer. ::watches out the viewport, sighing:: *** Zunite has left #uss-coro ::The beam floated back to Lightbody's table and she scolded:: Now now, Mister Lightbody. No need to get over-excited over Miss Oswalds...enthusiasm. ::She pats Drexlers' shoulder in a consoling sort of manner:: ::harumphs and sits back down, popping grapes back into his mouth:: Should've known... ::stares at his hand:: Do you have any feelings with that? ::snickers as savant describes Zunite's actions as "enthusastic":: ::says nothing, content with the apparent silence that comes with lack of dialogue:: ::SAvant had never had a problem with silence. Her alien perception actually saw little difference- she still got a wealth of information from his manner of sitting, facial expression, body temperature, brain waves, and many other subtle clues:: I have... bio-electric feedback. It simulates pressure. But I really don't feel pleasure, pain, or anything. ::reaches towards her face and gently strokes her cheek with his good hand:: Though I wish I could. ::goes back to reading, figuring he can do so without having to worry about the PADD switching tables anymore:: (((wait, wait! you're supposed to be talking about how rough sand is against soft skin right now, damnit!)) <> ::Savant glanced over at Serrold, his words either stinging or ringing true... it was important enough that she felt she had to denote it physically:: ::tries to hide her emotions as best as she could, one hand clinging tighly to the bar:: Well, uhh ::falters slightly:: At least you have the..rest of your body ::wonders if he will be able to get any more flight time, remember how much fun that was:: ::nods and turns away:: Look, I appreciate your trying to reach out to me. To be my friend. But right now... I dunno. I'm a bad person to be around. You should get away from me. Unless you want to get hurt. ::smirks:: Don't trust your ability to control the new arm? ::takes an inward notice of the goings-on around him:: ::Smiles weakly:: If only it were that simple. ::Savant looked about the room and shook her head sadly, commenting aloud:: so many bulwarks against the tide here. so many standing slone. Bulwarks stand best when connected. Colonel Ironside was right. I'm dangerous. I'm reckless. I'm a time bomb, and tf I go off, I could take out whoever's closest too me. ::looks up:: BULWARKS? ::hears what Savant says and looks over briefly then over to Serrold and raises a brow, seeing that hes finally made some progress :: <> <> <> <> ::looks to Lightbody, then back to Savant:: Tide, you say? ... moves in both directions, though. ::she smiles at Lightbody somewhat sheepishly:: yes Sir.. i apologize for my analogy. Not at all. It gives you a chance to explain it to me. ::smirks:: ::stares at him for a long moment before responding:: I would be willing to take that chance a bulwark is a strong foundation or pillar, or in naval terms, a strong supporting wall separating compartments, to protect adjoining sections from ruptures. ::shakes his head:: I can't let you do that. I don't want you hurt like that. Ahhhh.... ::she nods:: yes, the tide does seem to tug rather strong today. ::looks out the window, at nebulous starfield:: ::she leans back, distracting herself in the life of the ship. The program was always busy, always with something processing in its' thoughts. At the moment, she moved those parts of her mind not occupied in these tasks to the lounge, filling the processors with her burgeoning presence:: So Savant, what was the Thistledown like this time? Still all those dragons flying 'bout? quite as i remembered ^_^ the locals gave us as warm a reception as before ::sighs slightly, looking down at her feet on the stool:: I'm really sorry you feel that way ::smirks:: Rounded up again 'eh? :she grinned:: i wasn't an automaton this time, i was upgraded to demon Demon? Why so? ::turns to Kari:: It's not that I don't like you. Or that I wouldn't want you - close. But I've come to care about you a great deal. And I don't want to see you hurt. Demon, Program, little difference in many's eyes ^_^ Interesting. You are in fact ... not alive. ... no offense. ::smirks:: I'm sure you were able to give them a good fright. ::looks out at the starfield again:: oh, none taken at all. I have a difficult time arguing with that statement ^_^ oh, they got a fight. poor Craig crashed into a barn.. caused no end of trouble So you make a very good demon... under that single criterion. So I do ^_^ at least a demon has free will... an automaton is little more than a golem in their eyes, apparently ::glances over at Serrold, then back at Savant:: Lost an appendage. ::lifts her head up, looking him in the eyes:: Craig, the past couple of days have been rough but it isn't the end. You will get through this and I want to help you not permanently, i'm sure ^_^ ::looks at her sadly and flexes his hand:: I'm strong enough to - to handle this myself. I - I'm - I can - I don't need anyone. I'm - I'm invincible. ::blinks back hot tears as they start to flow freely:: ::Sieven's facial expression changes as the mood of the room changes.:: ::looks over at Serrold hearing sniffling, thinking it was Kari and is startled to see Serrold crying:: ::wipes the tears awy with his mechanized appendage:: Dammit... ::Savant doesn't change visibly, but she ensures to talk with him later:: ::wonders what the hell is wrong with Serrold... since men dont cry:: <> Well, anyways, seeing as I have to get up early for training tomorrow, I'm going to have to head for bed. Savant, you'll have to regail me with tales of your escape from Thistledown some time. ::glances over her shoulder quickly to see if he was attracting attention:: Craig, Craig...it'll be all right.. ::wishes to God she could think of something better to say:: sleep well Sir, and enjoy the morning. ::turns to Lightbody and nods:: ::collects himself:: I - I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. ::is about to say "you too", but realizes to do so would be pointless, so nods as he gets up, to both Savant and Drexler, then exits the lounge:: <<'night guys>> *** Lightbody has left #uss-coro ((night ^_^)) ::raises his brow again, shaking his head at Serrold then looking out at the stars again:: ::nods, reaching for a napkin:: It's alright, really. Nothing wrong with showing your emotions from time to time...here take this ::offers napkin:: ::sighs:: Of course. Any help at all would be appreciated. ::licks his dry, crackied lips and takes the napkin to mop his face:: Anything ata ll. ::shakes his head and takes a sip, looking distant again:: ::she offered simply:: penny for your thoughts? ::nods again:: Whatever I can do to help. This is just a minor setback, we have both been in worse situations before ::looks down at a sudden sound of grinding gears to see tha this right fist is clenched:: Not again... ::frowns:: Ehh? Penny for you to take them from me altogether. ::she glanced over at Serrold's problem:: ::rolls up his sleeve, exposing the metal framework that goes up just past his elbow and almost to his bicep:: that can be arranegd, if you really wanted it. ::taps a set of controls on a panel laid on the inner side of his forearm:: Just a little breaking in of new equipment... ::gives Savant a confused glance:: memory alteration and removal is within the scope of modern science, you know. ::blinks:: ... I... ::looks back out into the stars:: ::watches his hand relax and flexes it a few times:: See, good as new. ::she smiled gently:: don't feel so eager to part with them, do you? ::starts to roll the sleeve down:: ::watches, shaking her held slighlty:: Does that happen often? ::bows his head, sighing:: That's the third time this evening. Dr. Smith said that it would take a few calibrations to get it in working order. Not that I'm going to have a lot of use for it in especially taxing situations anytime soon. ::she patted his shoulder again:: why are they so painful for you? ::quietly, swallowing:: Because I don't have two hundred years to sort through them properly. This whole mess shouldn't take that long to sort out, military trials these days are generally much shorter than their civil counterparts ah, i see. ::She wasn't quite sure how to respond to that.. being mortal was something quite alien to Savant:: ... I didn't mean it... err. ::chuckles bitterly:: Just means ol' Ironpants can run me through the mill that much more quickly. oh, don't worry ^_^ it's just that that's a little diffuclt for me to understand I mean, I've remember two centuries of memories in the span of a few months. I can't lock myself in a room and relive them from the beginning. They're just all... there. and who says you don't have two hundred years? let them be there,then ^_^ ::The deckplating beneath the lounge creaked quietly, as it momentarily strained:: ... I'll get through this. Bah, I think you are overestimating him...he may be your CO but in that tribunal he won't have any more experience than you i have shards of the spans of entire civilizations in my mind, and the hundreds of crewmembers on board are as intimate to me as any could be. You'll get through this, don't worry ^_^ ::finishes his drink and remains still for a few moments:: ::nods:: What I need is something that could give me an edge. ::stops to think:: But still... ::looks at her:: What if he IS right? What if he really CAN'T trust me? ::yawns looking at the time and standing up nodding at Drexler and Savant:: good night ma`am... sir <> Good night, major. ((night ^_^)) sleep well, sir *** Prescot has quit IRC (Leaving: nini) We will never know unless you are allowed back into the cockpit, there are more pressing matters right now ::glances over his shoulder at Serrold:: ::she catches his glance and sighs quietly:: poor man. *** Kari has quit IRC (Leaving: Oh! There is no emoticon for what I'm feeling right now!) ::sets his jaw:: More important matters... yeah, like kicking the Pfhor's collective asses. <> ((yeah ^_-)) *** Kari has joined #uss-coro *** ChanServ sets mode: +o Kari ((welcome back ^_^)) ::sets his jaw:: More important matters... yeah, like kicking the Pfhor's collective asses. <> ::remains fixed on the marine and the rest of the bar, over his shoulder, facial expression relatively calm:: ::She spoke quietly, not wanting to be overheard:: he's lost a bit of his humanity, i believe. Heh, true. Makes you wonder how we can get off on a tangent like this when imminant death looms so closly over our heads Makes you wonder how anything good at all can happen when death looms so closely. ::shakes her head:: We have already wasted almost half our time, and we are no where near ready... ::sags against the bar, his mechanical arm dangling at his side:: There has to be - something - anything. I feel ready to give up. ::Savant leaned back into the couch, relaxing and once again enjoying the still... she subtly manipulated the ambient noise in the lounge experimentally.. the beeps and thrumbs slowly coming together into something resembling music.. slowly enought hat it was hard to detect:: There are just so many of them...I don't think that even the best strategic commander could do much against such odds ::sighs and turns back to Savant:: I guess I'll avoid making a big deal out of his disrepectful attitude on the shuttle. i think he's suffered enough lately, Sieven ^_^ no need to be ungraceful. He had suffered a lot of blood loss and trauma, he wasn't in his right mind. ::stands:: Thanks for your company, Savant. I'm going to try sleeping again. I'll contact you tomorrow. sleep tight, Sieven. ::nods and walks out, passing Serrold and Ma'aru without a glance or a word:: *** Drexler is now known as Brad ::the hologram stayed seated, conducting its mood experiemnt.. the sounds was progressive and rhythmic, still discrete but it was there:: ::sighs:: I'm fighter pilot. I do combat, not campaigns. But even I've been racking my brains, and I'm coming up with nothing. ::Savant glanced once about before leaving... the music remaining behind a while longer:: ((night.. i'm dead -_-)) Session Close: Mon Jun 03 23:08:14 2002