*** Log file opened: 3/25/02 10:57:43 PM [22:57] Kari [kari@36391f10.296d6466.rapidsys.com] has joined #USS-Coro [22:57] L1WL_Stylus [CLASSIFIED@3d716d1f.3b87238b.ipt.aol.com] has joined #USS- Coro [22:57] L1WL_Serrold [christianc@cd7f79a.1ccf6d0.resnet.tamu.edu] has joined #USS-Coro [22:57] Savant sets mode: +ooo Kari L1WL_Stylus Sonya [22:57] Shadow-FjP [UNX@3d6b14e3.22cbf9e3.du.teleport.com] has joined #USS-Coro [22:57] Kath [captainkat@1fbd6a28.14012855.jan.bellsouth.net] has joined #USS- Coro [22:57] L1WL_Serrold is now known as Serrold [22:57] L1WL_Stylus is now known as Drew_Stylus [22:57] Savant sets mode: +ooo Kath Serrold Shadow-FjP [22:58] woo, lookit the aftersim crowd tonight! [22:58] need to get a soda...brb [22:58] Thompson [jbrisk@2d996ff7.a34b1a3.urh.uiuc.edu] has joined #USS-Coro [22:58] Savant sets mode: +o Thompson [22:58] where will we be aftersimming tonight? [22:58] Aftersim. Never done one of these [22:58] it's good fun ^_^ [22:59] in the lounge again, or does someone have something else they'd like to do? [22:59] never? wow... man, back in the days of old coro... :) [22:59] those aftersims rocked [23:00] COMC_Ironside [Fraser@14fd58ce.12a06a62.cable.rogers.com] has joined #USS-Coro [23:00] COMC_Ironside is now known as Lightbody [23:00] Savant sets mode: +o Lightbody [23:00] Sonya is now known as Zunite [23:00] well, the lounge seems as good a place as any, eh? [23:00] Thompson is now known as Jason [23:00] ****************Aftersim Start!******************** [23:00] Shadow-FjP is now known as Prescot [23:01] Jason is now known as Thompson [23:01] ::sits at a table reading a padd and sipping on some Aldebarren whiskey:: [23:01] ::Savant can be found in the same place she often could be found while not working on something... in the main lounge, looking out at the stars and generally being thoughtful and somewhat inapproacheable:: [23:01] ::sits in the lounge, relaxing:: [23:02] ::sinks into a lounge chair, feeling the relaxing cushions against his back:: Ahh thats more like it. [23:02] Thompson is now known as Proctor [23:02] ::glances over at Savant before looking out at the sight of Pitstop 3 spinning slowly below:: [23:02] ::rubs his hands together for a few seconds before picking up a small tool from the kit on the chair beside him, and brings it up to work on a piece of the dissasembled PAR on the table in front of him:: [23:02] ::enters the Lounge, and looks for a table to sit at:: [23:02] ::watches Lightbody:: [23:02] ::she offers her typically winning smile at Serrold, and also notes Lightbody in the room as well; occupied as most marines would rather not be:: [23:03] ::taps on the padd, reading over the "game" rules given to him by Ma'Aru a while back:: [23:03] ::walks over to Savant:: May I join you, sir? [23:04] ::enters the bar spying Zunite and walking over to her:: may I join you?? [23:04] ::half bites the tip of his tongue, sort of grimacing as he begins to make delicate modifications to the internal circuitry:: [23:04] Sir? Oh goodness, Doctor, please sit, and I'm Savant ^_^ [23:04] ::nods to Prescot:: how are you doing today? [23:04] Thank you. ::pulls the chair from under the table and sits:: So what are you up to? [23:05] ::takes a seat:: I am well... and yourself? [23:05] not a lot, Sir... i'm coallating some thoughts, that's all. [23:05] ::winces and whips his hand back as a spark goes off in the circuitry; nothing harmful, simply a little bit startling:: [23:05] ::looks up as Prescot enters:: Hey! Prescot! ::moves over and slaps a hand on the fellow Marine's back:: [23:06] ::she smiled lightly:: how about you? I hear sickbay was rather hectic today. [23:06] ::chuckles at Serrold as he feels the thump on his back:: Serrold... how are you holding up today? [23:06] Heard your promotion came through a little while ago. Good job, man. Or should I call you "Sir" now that you've made captain? [23:06] ::sees a waiter passes him, and motions for the guy to come to him:: I'd like a scotch. [23:07] ::laughs at Lightbody and then turns back to Prescot:; oh I'm doing well... amused... [23:07] ::grabs another tool and puts the current one in his mouth to hold on to it without placing it back into the toolkit, going back to work on the circuitry:: [23:08] ::takes the scotch:: Well I heard about that virus. That must have been nasty business for you, Savant. [23:08] ::Her mood seemed slightly dampened, but only momentarily:: It was a little unpleasant, yes. fortunately it's over now, however ^_^ [23:08] ::takes a step into the lounge and looks around:: [23:09] ::waves Serrold away:: YOU should call me Milord... but lets just stick with Prescot for now?? [23:09] ::looks over at Zunite::: amused?? how so? [23:10] ::gestures over to Lightbody:: by him... [23:10] Aye. Interferon for the RAM. ::chuckles:: [23:10] ::through the tool, so slightly slurred:: Annnnnnd, there. ::pulls back the tool and flicks a power switch, nodding to himself as the flow through the circuit completes successfully:: [23:10] ::grins:: Of course,... M'lord... ::bows with a great flourish, but rights himself as he sees Ma'Aru enter:: Well well well... [23:10] <> [23:10] ::The hologram shrugged a little, and smiled lightly at his pun:: a little more complicated, but i suppose it's an analogy [23:11] ::whispers to Prescot:: he's not actually that bad of engineer... though he hurts himself more than anyone I've seen lately... [23:11] ::moves over to the bar and waits for a waiter to come her way:: [23:12] ::sees what Serrold just suddenly started drooling at and smirks a bit, turning back to Zunite:: (w) him?? well at least he controls the damage [23:12] ::walks up behind Kari:: And what can I get for you today, ma'am? [23:13] ::turns around, leaning against the bar and smirks:: Demoted to barmaid now, ehh? [23:13] ::nods:: [23:13] ::puts back both tools he was using into the kit and pulls out another one as he re-integrates the circuitry into the stock of the PAR:: [23:14] ::chuckles:: Where I come from, it's called courtesy. But if you're not interested... ::shrugs with a bemused grin upon his face:: [23:14] So, Savant, what do you enjoy doing? [23:14] (w) why does he come in here to do this? [23:14] ::whispers to Prescot:: what he doesn't know yet is that he just lost about 1% the power he could have had... [23:15] (w) to spy no doubt... someone has to keep an eye on me... ::grins:: [23:15] ::She chuckled a little:: I'm a simple program. I like organizing sensor data, performing searches on the database, and generally providing assistance where i may ^_^ [23:15] ::frowns a bit:: (w) all the time... youd think that hed get bored of following someone around so much... [23:16] ::moves around the back of the bar, not seeing any tenders around:: I'll see what I can cook up, if you like, Lieutenant. ::Raises his voice:: In fact, I'll serve up a round of drinks for anyone who wants one, on behalf of Jacob Prescot, in celebration of his recent promotion! [23:16] Are you ..... sentient? [23:16] ::laughs:: [23:16] <> [23:16] I don't know; am I? ::she smiled her secretive grin:: That's a difficult question to answer. I'm afraid i haven't got an answer for it in my lookup tables. [23:17] I want a tequilia sunrise! [23:17] ::keeps the slightly amused expression on her face as she watches him move around the bar:: I can' wait [23:17] <> [23:17] ::raises a glass in recognition:: Yeahhh....::trails off as he's the only one who really shouts out:: [23:17] ((you don't need self-awareness to answer a question, though ^_-)) [23:17] ::smirks:: thank you Lt.. [23:18] ::pulls out an old-fashioned blender and a bottle of tequila:: Well, I got the tequila... looks like we're all out of Sunrise, though... [23:18] ::shrugs and goes back to working on the PAR, detaching the capacitance charge bank from the barrel and carefully setting it on the table:: [23:19] How about margaritas for everyone? [23:19] ::raises a brow quizzically:: whats a... margarita? [23:20] ::checks his head over at Serrold and Prescott sitting together:: Do you want to join them? [23:20] sure ^_^ [23:20] <> [23:21] ::raises an eyebrow at Prescot:: You gotta be kidding... ::cranks up the blender and winks at Kari:: Our boy here's never had a margarita. [23:21] ::walks over to Prescott and Zunite:: May we ::moving his should to mean Savant:: join you? [23:21] ::scratches his head:: its a drink I assume? [23:22] Drew_Stylus [CLASSIFIED@3d716d1f.3b87238b.ipt.aol.com] has quit IRC (Leaving: "What goes around, usually gets dizzy and falls down." -Falcon) [23:22] ::nods to Proctor and then looks at Serrold:: I'll take one [23:22] ::Savant rises fluidly, following behind:: [23:22] ::smiles at the two of them:: of course... ::stands up waiting for savant to sit/semi hover above the seat:: [23:22] ::She sits down, not looking anything other than a person at the moment:: [23:23] ::sits back down:: how are you two doing this evening? [23:23] ::pulls out ice, mix, limes, salt, and copious amounts of tequila:: Sure thing, Commander Oswald. Cap'n Prescot, you ain't lived till you've had a margarita made from my daddy's Texican home recipie. [23:23] ::picks up a crystal refractoralizerdoohickey and begins making minute adjustments to the capacitance bank:: [23:23] ::finds a seat and sits:: Oh, and ::looks at Prescott:: Congratulations Major, sir. [23:24] ::punches up an order of beef and cheese enchiladas from the replicator while he sets to work mixing up the margaritas:: [23:24] ::watches Serrold mix the drink, still smiling slightly:: [23:24] ::she crosses her legs in a very human gesture, resting her hands on her knee and watching Serrold with a good amount of amusement:: [23:25] ::raises a brow at Serrold's semi acent then turns back to the table:: thank you.. ensign correct? sorry I try to avoid sickbay if I can [23:25] ::notices Kari, and smiles slightly, getting up to go to the replicator himself:: [23:25] ::runs the blender, pouring in the proper ingredients in slightly disproportionate amounts:: So, Lieutenant Ma'Aru, how you like yours? [23:26] hmm... if you'll excuse me a moment... ::she gets up and goes over to Lightbody, leaning down and placing a hand over his shoulder, speaking in a conspiratory tone to him:: Point oh five millihertz or so upwards, sir. [23:26] ::glances at Proctor then back at Serrold:: with a bit of Tequila Blanco, if you have it, and copious amounts of salt [23:27] ::very carefully moves the tool around the bank, making sure that the change he's making to the components is uniform throughout the device:: [23:27] ::Sees Proctor go off and shakes his head wondering whats so damn -good- about this Margerita:: I heard a rumor that your office is out of commision for a while ::smirking a bit at Zunite:: [23:27] ::grabs the enchiladas and sets them on the bar next to the blender while pulling out a set of glasses:: Ok, Prescot, you gotta eat these with your margarita. Best stuff around. [23:27] ::grumbles:: yea.... [23:27] ::smiles:: Lieutenant, actually. ::goes to the Replicator:: Computer, replicate one serving of .... well the theme seems to be latino so two chicken enchiladas. ::hears the computer chirp in complaince:: [23:28] Im sorry to hear that... how long will it be out of commision? [23:28] :;shrugs:: till I can find a new chair... [23:28] ::pours out the drinks and lays on the salt and limes:: Three margaritas, using only the best Tequila Blanco and Jose Cuervo Gold. Copious salt and lime. [23:28] ::returns to the table, with his enchilada, and a margarita:: What do they call these? 'Margaritas'? Any good, Serrold? [23:28] and get it recarpeted... [23:28] and repainted..... [23:28] maybe three days.. [23:29] ::half sings, half mutters as he goes about his work:: Wasted away again in margaritaville.... [23:29] ::grabs the beef and cheese enchiladas:: Hey, computer, how about some party music? A little Jimmy Buffet, in keeping with the spirit of things? [23:29] ::Savant shrugged, her advice apparently unrequired; so she returned to her seat by the windows:: [23:30] Lieutenant,... ::turns to Ma'Aru:: ...care for anything to eat? [23:30] ::wonders what the hell this margaritta is sine Serrold is making such a deal out of it:: I take it you have your pest people on it now?? ::Grins:: [23:30] French fries? ::peers quizzically:: [23:31] ::nods::a repair team each shift... gives them something to do at least.. [23:31] ::slowly and lightly withraws his tool from the charge bank and puts it back into the tool kit before delicately grasping the bank and re- inserting it into the barrell:: [23:31] ::nods:: my marines stationed there said you did a fantastic job handling the situation as well [23:31] ::chuckles slightly:: I'm fine, thankyou though [23:31] ::She watched Lightbody absently, amused with his tinkering, but overall her attention was elsewhere:: [23:31] ::waves to Lightbody:: Yo! Petey! You wanna join us? [23:32] blah... it's barely worth of note except that it ruined my poor office.. [23:32] ::sees the drinks being poured and gets up:: excuse me for a moment ::walks over to the bar:: now these are good right?? ::remembers being told that downing an entire bottle of 151 was good too....:: [23:33] ::grins:: Damn right, they are. Especially good with enchiladas - or your choice of Texican food - and the scent of victory in the air. [23:34] ::starts as Serrold yells over, the jarring of work re- setting his changes to the charge bank before they could take effect:: [23:34] Gah da....::sighs and looks at the PAR:: [23:35] ::Savant chuckles at Lightbody's tribulations, and smiles lightly:: [23:35] ::laughs quietly at Lightbody's troubles:: [23:35] ::grabs a drink and sips it as the sounds of Jimmy Buffet seronade the lounge:: [23:35] ::sips at the Margaritta, searching for the lost shaker of salt on the table:: [23:35] ::nods and takes two of the drinks back to Zunite:: here you go ::hands her the drink and takes a seat:: [23:35] ::harumphs, shrugs, then stands, leaving the work on the table and making his way back over to the bar:: [23:35] ::thanks Prescot:: [23:36] ::reluctantly takes a sip of his drink and pulls back suddenly at the taste:: [23:36] ::smiles at Kari:: I hope it's to your likin', ma'am. [23:36] ::She settles back into the couch and lets out a slight sigh:: [23:37] How is it going, ::looking at the two Marines:: with giving the phfor hell? [23:37] or really sending them there? [23:38] ::looks curiously at the drink a bit:: sweet... [23:38] ::accepts a Margarita from the bartender, nodding his thanks and looking over at Proctor:: We just like to help them get a better grasp of the afterlife by introducing it to them first hand. [23:38] Well, pfhor what it's worth,... it's going as well as can be expected, I suppose. [23:38] ((groooan)) [23:39] ::stands;: well I gotta be going... [23:39] <> [23:39] <<::wonders how many pushups he can give serrold for saying that::>> [23:39] ((seeya Sonya ^_^)) [23:39] ::finds it very hard to hide her amusment and instead takes a drink from her glass:: Ohh, this is all very nice...I suppose it would really appeal to... parot-hearts isn't it? [23:39] ::nods and stands with her:: it was good to see you again... take care commander [23:40] ::nods to Prescot and then leaves:: [23:40] Zunite [zunite@1c3781d3.1f49225e.reshalls.umn.edu] has quit IRC (Leaving: Smile!) [23:40] ::takes a sip before admiring the glass:: Not bad... [23:40] ::raises an eyebrow at Kari:: 'scuse me? [23:40] ::doesnt like talking to himself and walks over to the crowd:: this 'margeritta' its really sweet... [23:41] ::sips his drink and licks a little of the salt off the rim:: Supposed to be. Bittersweet, really. [23:41] But what they used to call "rot-gut" has its own desired qualities, though [23:42] wasn't there some term for people who liked this lifestyle? something to do wiath parots? [23:42] (m) a drink thats sweet?? ::shrugs:: it will take some getting used to [23:43] ::chuckles:: Damned if I know, Ms. Ma'Aru. I just like a good hot day at the beach with a good cold drink and nice hot woman. ::winks at her again:: [23:44] ::remembers Serrold's nickname and smirks as he looks over at Kari then back to his margeritta and sips it again and slightly shivers:: [23:45] ::Savant watches the group, her gaze shared between them and the window:: [23:46] ::almost chokes as he speaks, swallows hard and then smiles again:: Heh, thankyou I suppose, lieutenant [23:47] ::continues sipping at the Margarita:: So where were you guys from? [23:48] ::frowns at Ma'Aru - almost imperceptably - and then turns to the rest of the lounge, staring out into space:: I try to hard,... ::glances briefly at Ma'Aru:: ...don't I? [23:49] ::glances at the drinks, the table full of food, and up at the buffet music playing loundy:: Maybe...just a bit [23:50] ::is very confused as to what Serrold is saying... but pays it no mind:: Camelyn... Terrinite Province to be exact... yourself sir? [23:50] ::puts his elbow on the bar and boringly places his chin on his hand, staring at Serrold:: [23:51] ::smiles wryly and goes back to leaning on the bar, staring out into the depths of space as Pitstop 3 spins calmly below:: Yeah, well,... I'm - I'm sorry. [23:51] ::Savant leaned back, crossing her legs and sprawling over her couch:: [23:52] ::chuckles and shakes his head, taking a drink from his margarita:: [23:53] ::frowns and looks back at him:: It is nothing to worry over Craig...you can't blame a person for trying to hard, can you? [23:53] Well, I'm from Earth. The European continent. The old German nation to be exact [23:54] ::thinks hard to his Earth geography and history:: I think I remember were that might be... there was a great deal of feudal societies there in ancient times correct? [23:54] ::sips his drink and closes his eyes in thought:: The truth? You should blame me. [23:54] No, you should blame his....nevermind. ::grins, chuckles and walks off towards his table again:: [23:55] Serrold shoots Lightbody a go-to-hell-orwhatever-place-of-damnation-you- might-believe-in glare. [23:55] ::catches what Lightbody says... and smiles:: [23:56] ::glowers at lightbodies back then turns back to serrold:: Honestly, it isn't your fault...you really should worry yourself about it [23:56] ::Savant chuckles lightly, and her head turns back to the group, her attention recaptured for the moment:: [23:56] ::plops back down at his table and goes back to work on the PAR:: [23:57] Aye. My people were among the last to form a soverign nation when those groups started forming. But we also did some regretable things, as a people. [23:57] ::turns his head up, not wanting to elaborate:: [23:57] ::turns back to Ma'Aru:: Actually,... ol' Pete there is kindda right. I've been trying to get a woman in the sack almost since the day I got here. You seem like a nice gal. You deserve better than for someone like me to be trying to pick you up for a one-night stand. [23:59] ::shrugs:: all peoples have their dark sides... some more darker than others... Romulans for example ::smiles a bit:: I remember studying about how your "Europe" went away from the Monarchy descion [23:59] ::frowns again:: Well...I have heard that there are a few decent...establishments on reor that can assist you with that [23:59] ::chuckles:: I remember thinking it was the stupidest descion I had ever seen [00:00] The way I have heard it told, those braids are really good at their trade... [00:00] ::chuckles:: Nah,... that's not my style... hell, I'm not even sure that I like my style... [00:01] Drew_Stylus [CLASSIFIED@3d8d9d00.3276d35c.ipt.aol.com] has joined #USS- Coro [00:01] Revolution. No better way to free oneself from tyranny [00:01] Prescot sets mode: +o Drew_Stylus [00:02] ::sighs, and carefully removes the charge capacitance bank again to trying and get the modifications back:: [00:02] <> [00:02] ::frowns:: I wouldnt call a Monarchy tyranny ::sips his drink and shudders again:: ugh... ::sets it down and pushes it away:: [00:03] ::bites her lower lip, running her finger around the rim of her glass and looking at serrold:: [00:03] Drew_Stylus is now known as Aria_Falcon [00:03] <> [00:05] ::leans forward on the bar and looks off to a far corner:: Ya' know, I've never been one to live my life with regrets. But... ::frowns and turns back to Kari:: [00:07] ::Savant drapes her hands on her stomach and watches the room, appearing to be taking something of a nap:: [00:07] But does it not deprive people of their rights? [00:07] ::takes a sip from a drink, not taking her eyes from serrold:: Regrets? [00:07] Didn't monarchies on Camrylia brutally crash anyone who rebellied? [00:07] ::busily works away on the PAR at his table, taking a sip from his margarita occasionally:: [00:08] ::raises a brow at Proctor:: no... not in the least... maybe back a long time ago... but nothing like that recently ::staring at Proctor:: [00:11] I was supposed to be joined. Mom and Dad manipulated my physiology to make it possilble for me to be joined despite being only half- Trill. It never happened. Mom and Dad were almost thrown in prison, I was almost forbidden to join Starfleet. Since then,... I dunno. Since then, I've tried to make up for that - that empty feeling - by... ::chuckles:: ...looking for par'mach in all the wrong places, I guess you could say. [00:11] Well, humans have this tendency to feel paranoia when in positions of power. It has made for many of our killing [00:12] ::nods:: I suppose that is true.. [00:13] ::nods slightly, setting her drink back on the bar:: Ahh, I can see where that could...alter ones life significantly [00:13] ::looks at his chrono:: damn.. I must be off doctor ::nods to him:: it was... intersting talking with you... [00:13] ::Exits the bar:: [00:15] Prescot [UNX@3d6b14e3.22cbf9e3.du.teleport.com] has quit IRC (Leaving: bah) [00:15] ::pounds the bar:: Damn them. You know, damn near half of the population of Trill can be joined? But the Symbiosis Commission keeps that under wraps. They're afraid that symbionts will become something to be bought and sold if that information ever came to light. I could have been joined. I'm certain that it's because they didn't want someone of impure blood - no matter how capable - be joined. [00:19] ::leans back slightly, blinking a few times:: No...I never knew that [00:20] ::gulps down a large portion of his drink before remembering that it's partially frozen:: AH! DAMN! [00:20] ::holds his head:: Sonuvabitch! [00:21] ::sits up, looking concerned:: Are you alright? [00:21] Computer, what is the time? [00:21] < Time for you to get a watch and leave me alone ;)>> [00:22] I'm fine... damn cold headache. [00:23] [23:21] ::yawns:: I shall have to leave as well. ::stands up from his table and exits Seventh Heaven, to check up on Thompson, his patient, before going to bed:: [00:23] Proctor is now known as Thompson [00:23] Thompson [jbrisk@2d996ff7.a34b1a3.urh.uiuc.edu] has left #USS-Coro [00:25] ::nods, taking another sip from her drink:: So, have you told anyone else about this...conspiracy? [00:26] Ah, the hell with it, ::tosses his tool down on the table and crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair and staring rather unhappily at the PAR:: [00:29] a problem, Sir? [00:30] ::snorts:: In a manner of speaking. I'm trying to increase the refire rate, but I think I've reached the components limits. Safely, at least. [00:32] well, you were close, but yes, the components are nearly over- drawn at that point. An excellent idea, however. [00:32] ::she rose up and moved over to his table, looking at the rifle:: [00:32] ::drums his fingers on the table:: I suppose I should be happy we were able to make the modifications as far as we did. These things are going to be gold for shipboard actions. [00:32] Kath [captainkat@1fbd6a28.14012855.jan.bellsouth.net] has left #USS-Coro [00:34] I personally prefer something smaller, but that's just me ^_^ [00:35] ::hrms acknowledgement:: Unfortunately something smaller can get you killed if you use it as a primary weapon. [00:36] ::sighs:: Conspiracy... conspiracy... that's as good a term for it as any... I tried to tell a few people about it, but who's going to listen to a kid who got burned by the Commission? I didn't have the proof in my hands. But some research of mine lead me to some files from Deep Space Nine that pointed to the truth. [00:36] ah, but i'm not quite as easy to kill ^_^ and i tend to prefer operating in a different environment... i'd work best as a forward scout, i imagine. [00:36] now, let's see.... ::she sat down and gestured to the weapon:: may I? [00:37] ::indicates it:: By all means. [00:37] thank you, Sir ^_^ ::she tapped a panel with her index finger and it popped open, dropping to the table:: now, let's see... [00:37] Unfortunately, they were highly classified. [00:39] ::nods:: And you just happened to stumble across them? [00:39] ::She pulled out a board and examined it:: now then, sir, i think that what you require to solve your problem is better line capacity. Your rifle will burn out quickly otherwise. However, miniaturization in that field has always been a problem. [00:40] I said I found them. Didn't say I cracked them. I tried getting in touch with Captain Dax about the matter, but she wasn't answering any questions. [00:42] Tell me about it. I didn't want to make the rifle any bigger than this. [00:43] ::The hologram rambled as she picked up a de-gausser and set to work on the board.. then took out the others one by one, giving them the same treatment:: One of the major problems with resistance has always been the particle gauss rate in the pathways. Believe me, having an information line heavily gaussed is a lot like having a migrane headache [00:43] I see..and your sure these documents have the evidence needed to prove yor case? [00:43] ::blinks once or twice, watching Savant:: Uh-huh... [00:44] Aria_Falcon [CLASSIFIED@3d8d9d00.3276d35c.ipt.aol.com] has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer) [00:44] So we'll see about getting an autmoatic de-gaussing function put into this thing... flushing the lines, as it were. It ought to be able to up your charge capacity by a good ten or fifteen percent ^_^ [00:45] ::grins:: Ten or fifteen percent more trouble for the Pfhor, then. [00:45] No. I'm not sure at all. But it's entirely possible that they have what I need. Hell, being joined just might tell me what I need to know. As long as it's with the right symbiont. [00:46] ::she smiled:: I imagine you could either make the bolts more powerful, or increase the firing rate, Sir. [00:46] ::She set the panels down and then took her attention to the degausser itself, taking it apart with the other tools availible:: [00:48] ::leans back:: I'm not sure if you new this or not, but I when the cap'n was accused of murder recently I spent a fair amount of time looking into Trill history, especially conserning symbionts and I didn't come across anything of this nature... [00:52] Oh, shoot. ::checks his chronograph:: I need to run a training session in the morning. I'm only getting six hours of sleep right now. [00:52] I understand that. But - but I know it's true. My dad was once close to Evar Fel, head of the Symbiosis Commission. Fel mentioned it to my dad, about the time that I began my testing. But Evar died and was replaced... ::grows suddenly distant:: [00:52] well, tell you what, Sir, i'll ahve this waiting in the marine weapons lockers for you tomorrow morning, how's that? [00:53] ::pauses for a moment, then shrugs:: Thanks Savant, I appreciate that. [00:53] any time Sir ^_^ [00:53] ::leans back, rubbing her chin:: Well, depending on where those files of yours came from their might be further mention of them in other records, if not in the Star Fleet database then possibly in the Intel database [00:53] ::nods his thanks again and takes off for bed:: <<'night people>> [00:53] Lightbody [Fraser@14fd58ce.12a06a62.cable.rogers.com] has quit IRC (Leaving: "What do you see out there?" "Beavers" "The kind with teeth?" "Yeah" "....alright" (Men With Brooms)) [00:53] Fel - Fel is the key... [00:54] ::She keeps working on the device, humming lightly to herself meanwhile:: [00:55] ::turns to Savant:: Savant,... [00:56] ::she doens't look up from her work, but answers anyways:: yes Sir? [00:59] ::ponders for a moment:: Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Lt. Commander Jaina Fel the XO on Swiftsure? [01:01] ::Again, she didn't look up:: Yes, Sir. [01:01] ::glances at Kari:: We need to get in touch with her if we can... [01:03] Needs to be... kindda on the "downlow"... if you know what I mean? [01:04] ::raises an eyebrow at the "we" but decides to continue:: Exactly how, 'downlow' do you want it? [01:07] ::shakes his head:: I'll handle it... but if I need help with anything, could I call on you? [01:08] ::She whistled lightly and continued her work on the rifle, gently placing elements from the de-gausser into the weapon:: [01:08] ::looks at Savant:: Either if you? [01:09] excuse me, Sir? [01:09] ::pauses for a moment, considering::If you need something you can ask, I'm not prommising anything but I will do what I can [01:10] ::nods:: Thank you, Lieutenant. It's more than I deserve after the way I've treated you. [01:10] ::she carefully placed the elements into an empty socket, spot welding them in place:: I can promise to get you out of any trouble you might get into, Sir, but I can't do anything illegal for you. [01:11] ::chuckles:: I think I'm starting to warm up to you, Savant. [01:11] ::waves a hand, dissmissing the comment:: Again, don't worry about it, I've dealt with much worse [01:12] ::she glanced up and grinned with an amused lilt:: That of course depends on the extent of the legality. You probably couldn't find a better individual for bending the rules [01:14] ::raises the remainder of his margarita in toast:: I can't think of a better spook - ::nods to Kari:: - or a better Simulacrum - ::nods to Savant:: - to have on my side. Ladies, it's been a pleasure. ::knocks back his drink:: [01:14] which one is the spook, and which is the simulation? [01:14] ::she inclined her head to him:: have a good night, Sir ^_^ [01:15] ::smiles slightly, reaching for what is left of her drink:: [01:18] ********************SIM END********************* [01:18] Savant [somewhere@385a42df.18d12617.ed.shawcable.net] has quit IRC (Leaving: ) [01:19] Serrold [christianc@cd7f79a.1ccf6d0.resnet.tamu.edu] has left #USS-Coro *** Log file closed: 3/26/02 1:22:12 AM