[19:06] Well, not sure where our missing are, but I think we'll get moving. :) [19:06] * Jester is now known as RAGC_LoraKor [19:06] * Kari is now known as LTSI_Brooks [19:07] Captain, whenever you're ready. :) [19:07] LCARS, let's do the thing [19:07] * CoroLCARS =/\= CPCO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:07] * CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim in progress! =-= Coronado sims at 9:00pm ET Mondays, with an after-sim most weeks immediately following!' [19:07] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:07] <[BGDC_Ironside]> ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::Attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:07] ::attn:: [19:08] Welcome, everyone! :) We appear to be having our August in September, so to speak, but that's all right, because tonight's another pretty quiet one, or is at least until things slow down, at which point I don't preclude an explosion, invasion, subversion, or some other -sion that is generally bad for Coronado. ;) [19:09] The briefing, as such, is also pretty basic: [19:09] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:09] Stardate 240309.29: "Cold and Distant Stars", Part 2, by Jester. [19:09] SUMMARY: Headache. [19:09] Coronado and the other Defender ships have escaped the time loops instigated by the supposed Jjaro artifact in the L036/L037 binary system. We now have very good reason to think that despite its convincing facade, the defense tower and the information in it are an enormous trap. [19:09] We have no real way of knowing if we have the memories of all of the iterations, or even how many iterations there were. Everyone remembers at least four, but the phenomenon wasn't local and was quite possibly an effect that extended throughout the known universe for all we know. [19:09] Without communications outside the immediate area of Defender space, we have no way to determine how widespread the effect was... or, if it was a loop, how long we were trapped in it. We don't even have a firm idea what it all meant. As a result, M64 is still ringing with the news... [19:09] Briefing complete. [19:09] ack [19:09] <[BGDC_Ironside]> ack [19:09] ack [19:09] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ack [19:09] ack ack! [19:09] ack [19:09] ack [19:10] ack [19:10] * Natalie (Natty@66.81.37.167) has joined #uss-coronado [19:10] Before we get to questions, I do have one small house- keeping chore that I want to get out of the way right off. Lt. Commander Farley, step forward! [19:10] " #USS-Coronado-OOC " [19:10] * LCdr_Dyson (Natty@host-66-81-36-31.rev.o1.com) Quit (Ping timeout) [19:10] ::steps forward:: [19:10] * Natalie (Natty@66.81.37.167) has left #uss-coronado [19:11] * LCdr_Dyson (Natty@66.81.37.167) has joined #uss-coronado [19:11] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LCdr_Dyson [19:11] Commander, do you have any clue how long you've been a Lt. Commander? [19:11] ::thinks either far to long or not long enough:: No sir. [19:13] ::chuckles:: Fortunately, I do. I found a way to put it into perspective. You've been a Lt. Commander for longer than the entire duration of Lieutenant D'rall's service aboard Coronado plus the entire duration of Lt. Commander Dyson's service aboard Coronado. [19:13] WOW [19:13] Indeed. Wow. Empires have risen and fallen, entire civilizations (one, anyway) have been swept away, and yet you've been polishing up a single black pip every morning. [19:13] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::clears his throat as Farley interjects:: [19:13] (q) ::scoffs:: Hmph [19:14] ::stands at attn:: [19:14] ::smirks behind the hand put up to pose indignation:: [19:14] And yet... you've never complained. I'm positive I'd like to know why that is. [19:14] I'm not a complainer sir, I do my duty to the best of my ability. [19:15] Indeed you do. Well said. And it's time that that was recognized as it deserves. Lt. Commander Jack Farley, it is my great pleasure - - finally! -- to promote you to the rank of full Commander, with the rights and priveliges of that rank. [19:15] Congratulations, Commander! :) [19:15] ::applauds:: [19:15] <[BGDC_Ironside]> ::applauds:: [19:15] ::claps raucously:: [19:15] ::claps loudly:: [19:15] ::smiles:: thank you sir. [19:16] ::applauds:: [19:16] * LCEN_Farley is now known as CREN_Farley [19:16] ::half clap, standing straight:: [19:16] Well done, Commander. :) Long overdue. [19:17] Any questions about the sim before we get rolling? [19:17] ::steps back:: [19:17] * CPCO_Daren sets mode: +v ObsMarcy [19:17] ::raises:: [19:17] * CPCO_Daren sets mode: +v CloakedObserver [19:17] ::rolls her eyes at attn:: [19:17] Commander Farley? [19:17] How much time has passed since last sim? [19:17] #uss-coronado-ooc , BTW. [19:18] And something like 2-3 hours was what I believe we agreed on last time. We had people that appeared to be in the middle of various activities. [19:18] * ObsMarcy is now known as LCTC_Teg [19:18] ty [19:18] Any other questions? [19:18] ::raise:: [19:18] * CloakedObserver (~Ancntgrac@cdm-68-226-188-122.lkch.cox-internet.com) has left #USS-Coronado [19:19] Lieutenant Brooks? [19:19] Your party still away? [19:19] Yes. [19:20] Anyone else? [19:20] ::Raise:: [19:20] * Spuzzum (~jtgibson@209.121.163.71) has joined #uss-coronado [19:20] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Spuzzum [19:20] * P1CY_Prentiss (~Ancntgrac@cdm-68-226-188-122.lkch.cox-internet.com) has joined #USS-Coronado [19:21] BTW, everyone please welcome back Marcy, aka Lt. Commander Teg, whoever that is. ;) I'm not sure if he's guesting or what tonight. Guess we'll see. ;) [19:21] You had a question, Commander Teg? [19:21] * Spuzzum is now known as ENtc_Canterbury [19:21] I'm..uh..just a bit out of the loop..as you might imagine. What do you want me doing? =) [19:21] heh heh, very punny. [19:21] Let's see... preferably, not shooting at anyone we're trying to establish relations with. ;) [19:21] ::shakes her head at attn:: (mentaly) loons :P [19:22] Or shooting at anyone we HAVE established relations with. [19:22] awww.. yessir =) [19:22] That either. ;) [19:22] ::Maiko grin at attn:: [19:22] If there's nothing else? [19:22] Right. Sim time. :) [19:22] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:22] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] * MJBC_Prescot is now known as {MJBC_Prescot} [19:23] M> ::brain fuzzed over, images swirling in the mists of darkness that cloud her senses:: [19:23] =.\ction= Coronado continues to orbit J043 in close proximity to the Jjaro asteroid-starship Xanadu. [19:23] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:23] ::Savant was her usual well-distributed self. She was having a good afternoon - as was the staff of the Defenders' Press Relations division, who were enjoying an evening out on her expense:: [19:23] *> ::checks on the hull repairs:: How is everything going people? [19:23] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::scans one of the inactive consoles with a tricorder, wishing, as he normally did when conducting matters on Xanadu, that there was a member of the Central Nexus about:: [19:23] * Obs_Santiago (breathless@C9-dhcp-20-52.resnet.ucsc.edu) has joined #uss-coronado [19:24] M> ::stands at a console, staring idly at a PADD in her hand:: [19:24] M> ::glances over his monitors in the forcefield-isolated operation room, ensuring D'Rall is progressing normally, and gradually begins to reassemble her dorsal tissue:: [19:24] =.\ction= ...or at least, Coronado would be orbiting if she hadn't landed inside the facility a few hours ago to conduct repairs... <> [19:24] X3> ::leans against one wall of the control room, intently working a tricorder:: [19:24] <{MJBC_Prescot}> 2> ::looks around as his men continue to disassemble the command post, barking out orders occasionally as they coordinate the "bug out" after putting it up:: [19:25] Ensign> *> Ahead of schedule sir. [19:25] *> Good, good to hear, carry on then. [19:25] X3> ::sits in the corner of the control room, digging through the satchel he brought in with him:: [19:25] M> ::sighs heavily and puts the padd down on the console:: [19:26] X3> ::Savant stood in the control room along with the rest of the away team, looking about mildly:: [19:26] M> ::unconscious, experiences only bare snippets of reality breaking through the fog on her brain, sounds distorted into shapes, and through it all a nightmarish jumble of thought:: [19:26] *> ::makes a note to send the extra team that came with the parts something nice:: [19:26] M> ::watches the ceiling-mounted dermal regenerator do its work, painstakingly reassembling D'Rall's body:: [19:26] ::looks around the bridge, smiling faintly and glance back down at his console, checking sensors:: [19:27] *> ::heads to the bridge:: [19:27] ::sits cross-legged in the Command Chair, and looks around:: +allcall+ Captain to all Hands, please feel free to leave the ship at your own discretion while repairs are conducted...please log any shuttlecraft requistions with the Dock Master...that is all. [19:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:28] M> ::the fog is gradually lifting though, enough that there is now an 'up' and a 'down' to what passes for reality...:: [19:28] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::crosses his arms as he watches:: Pick up the pace!! I have no desire to get yelled at because we cant pull up our gear fast enough for the General!! [19:28] M> ::turns to Reed and sighs:: (q) May i leave and go lay down Sir? [19:28] *> ::enters the bridge:: [19:28] ::stands and begins walking in rotation around the bridge stations, checking them over and setting most into automatic cycles:: [19:28] M> ::glances at Dyson through the forcefield:: What's the matter? [19:28] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::closes up his tricorder and returns it to his belt, crossing his arms and thinking for a minute as they seem to be getting no where:: [19:29] X3> Any luck, General? [19:29] M> ::sighs soflty:: Just tired sir. ::manages a smile, weakly:: [19:29] S> ::goes over a couple duty reports, occasionally glancing at the tactical drawing of the ship as he does so:: [19:29] X3> ::removes a hypospray from the satchel and applies it inside his arm, then tucks it back away:: [19:29] ::takes the engineering consol on the bridge:: [19:30] X3> ::nudges the cortical monitor he's wearing gently, then pushes himself back to his feet:: [19:30] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> Frustratingly, no. ::snorts and thinks for a moment:: [19:30] S> ::superimposes an image on the display of the patrol routes of the current security patrols on duty, studying them closely:: [19:30] X3> Are those helping, Tebrun? You look a little better. [19:30] X3> ::Smiles wanly:: I don't think our usual investigation techniques will apply to this place. [19:30] M> ::groggily feels the last of the jumble fade into black, starting to piece together noises:: [19:31] ::goes through some figures and lists:: [19:31] S> ::hesitates momentarily, then +taps+:: Canterbury to Security Patrol 2. [19:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:31] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::pauses, then speaks:: Admiral, you mentioned you were able to determine that the message we saw last time we were here was pre- recorded. How did you determine this? [19:31] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v P1CY_Prentiss [19:31] * P1CY_Prentiss (~Ancntgrac@cdm-68-226-188-122.lkch.cox-internet.com) has left #USS-Coronado [19:31] crtc_Jarek> 9> +taps+ What's wrong, sir? [19:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:31] * CRS3_Savant is now known as [CRS3_Savant] [19:31] M> ::nods at Dyson:: Get some rest. Seems we're not going to be terrible busy. ::turns back to D'Rall as the regenerator finishes on her back; begins running checks on her vitals: [19:32] S> +taps+ Nothing serious... there's just a whole in the patrol route-- [19:32] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:32] ::smiles at the consol as he see's how projects are coming along:: [19:32] crtc_Jarek> 9> +taps+ Not including the damaged section? [19:32] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> Hurry it up man Im going to grow old and senile before you pack that tent up!! ::eyes a group of men pulling down the mess tent:: [19:32] M> ::nods slowly:: Thank you sir. ::watches for a moment, since its unusal for her to say thank you:: [19:32] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:32] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::slowly drives through No Man's Land, following the gravel road:: [19:33] ::whistles a tune:: [19:33] X3> ::crosses back to the console, looking a little tired, but gives Savant a wan smile:: Not particularly, Commander, but thank you. ::turns to Ironside:: I pulled up the command actions log. It was specified in there, though it wasn't dated from what I could tell. [19:33] M> ::turns and walks toward the door, rubbing the back of her neck, stumbling slightly from being tired:: [19:33] * p1cy_Prentiss (~Ancntgrac@cdm-68-226-188-122.lkch.cox-internet.com) has joined #USS-Coronado [19:33] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v p1cy_Prentiss [19:33] ::looks over to Teg:: You have the Bridge...I'll be in Sickbay... <> [19:33] M> ::nods to himself as the spinal implant acknowledges his diagnostic signal and verifies the vitals readouts he's getting on his console:: [19:33] S> +taps+ --not including the damaged section. There hasn't been any check on the main cargo bay for over 45 minutes. [19:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:33] Aye, sir. [19:33] S> +taps+ Like I said, nothing serious. [19:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:33] X3> ::idly listens to the conversation, not looking up from the tricorder, apparently a little frustrated with the readings:: [19:33] ::notices the Captain leaving:: Sir! [19:34] TL> ::takes it to her quarters:: [19:34] ::steps closer to the turbolift and turns to Farley:: Yes Commander? [19:34] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::moves over to the console himself and locates the entry, wondering if there's any sort of watermark, delivery instructions, or other method of marking who create the entry:: [19:34] Just wanted to let you know were ahead of our repair schedule. [19:34] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::Savant nodded at the Admiral, and began trying to devise a way to get him a little relief. She wasn't coming up with much, however:: [19:35] M> ::finally is able to feel more - she is lying down on something, face down... her back feels a little sore... and she can still feel her legs, though whether or not this is phantom pain or not, she isn't sure:: [19:35] S> ::goes back to studying the display, and feeling satisfied, closes it and opens an engineering report on the damaged section of the hull:: [19:35] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> Interesting. The message appears to be coded with a DNA marker. ::enhances and analyzes the attached information:: [19:35] ::grins:: I'll be sure to let former Command Oswald know you miss her so very much...and as far as the schedule goes, let's keep it that way. [19:35] Q> ::walks into her quarters and pulling off her duty jacket, falls onto her bed and yawns:: [19:35] M> ::moves over to D'Rall's side, monitoring her cerebral activity:: Maiko? Can you hear me? [19:35] X3> ::nods:: I noticed that, but hadn't gotten around to comparing it with known markers. [19:36] Tell her we miss her too. Thanks sir. [19:36] ::enters TL:: Deck Six! [19:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] Q> ::runs a comb through his hair and straightens his uniform, then turns and heads out to report for duty:: [19:36] ::shudders heaing the name Oswald..the name driving fear in to him as if...from another life ;-) :: [19:36] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::pulls out his tricorder and downloads the marker:: Savant, this DNA marker is labelled as Admiral Aldur's. Can you cross reference it to our records to check it? [19:36] M> ::mumbles downwards:: If I say no, would you put me in the morgue ::tired Maiko grin, though he probably can't see it:: [19:37] 6> ::steps into the corridor:: [19:37] S> ::looks at the display for a bit, seeing that repairs are progressing well:: [19:37] M> ::smirks:: No, but I might slap you with a fish. [19:37] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::There was a brief pause:: That's the Admiral all right. Same stubborn streak of 3rd-series markers in his 15th. [19:37] ::goes back to the reports:: [19:37] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::continues to look unhappy with the progress, yelling now at the group that was manhanding communications equipment:: [19:37] *> ::heads for the turbolift and steps inside:: [19:37] X3> ::without looking over:: I didn't realize that you had him mapped quite so thoroughly, Commander. ::somewhat amused:: [19:37] M> ::enters Sickbay through the Main Entrance:: [19:38] M> Fish? ::bemused look:: You have a strange sense of humor doc.... So... ::nervous tone:: how am I? [19:38] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::smirks slightly:: I'm sure Savant has plenty of access to the internal scanners surrounding the Admiral at this very moment with which to use in the comparison. [19:38] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::grins:: I managed to pull a lot from MEmory Alpha beore we left the Milky Way, Admiral. I know some compression tricks, too [19:38] M> ::leans back:: You're alive and have normal use of all your faculties above your waist. [19:39] TL> Bridge! [19:39] X3> ::again, without looking over:: Hmmm. I'm pretty sure that I don't want to know what my DNA has to say about me. And I'm also pretty sure that if you try to tell me, I won't be happy. [19:39] M> ::gallows humor:: Start from the bottom Doc. Am I going to be able to walk again, or should I start badgering someoen in engineering to make the halls of this ship handicap accessible? [19:39] M> Your legs work too, and that wasn't guaranteed. I've given you a spinal implant to process your neural signals to your legs. There's a catch, though. [19:40] M> ::sighs in relief, but then replays what he just said:: A... a catch? [19:40] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::grins broadly:: You've got sterling DNA, Tebrun. Quite a lovely chemical spectra as well. Your genome is positively artistic. [19:40] M> Because the nerve impulses have to go through the implant first, there's a delay in when they fire and when they respond. As a result, your legs won't respond as fast as you're used to. For most things -- walking, and such -- this won't matter in the slightest. [19:40] M> But if you try to move suddenly, you might find that your legs don't respond as fast as you expect, so be aware of that. [19:40] X3> See, I knew I wouldn't be happy. [19:41] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::rubs his chin, then pulls up the command action log that the Admiral mentioned before, and enters a query for keywords pertaining to Coronado, Defenders, and the names of various members of the command staff and crew:: [19:41] M> A delay? Are we talking seconds or... [19:41] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::With a touch of consternation, or perhaps only mock consternation:: What makes you say that? [19:41] S> ::finishes the final paperwork of the day and stares at the blank screen for a few seconds, realising his shift won't be over for another couple of hours:: [19:41] M> ::looks around and notices Doctor Reed with Maiko, steps closer:: Doctor...::looks to Maiko::...Lieutenant...::returns to looking at Reed, listening to an update on his Helmsmans status:: How are we doing? [19:41] M> No, shorter than that. A few hundred milliseconds at most, usually shorter. Depends on how heavy the implant's data load is at any given time. [19:42] ::steps out and glances around:: [19:42] ::gets up and heads over to LC Teg:: Hello LC. [19:42] Afternoon commander. [19:42] M> ::turns to Daren:: Captain. It wasn't a sure thing, but it looks like your pilot will be able to return to duty. [19:43] How is everything in your department? [19:43] M> Just don't count on me flying any prop planes until I can modify the foot pedals. A millisecond or two delay there can be deadly... but I can work around it at least. [19:43] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::stops at about 80 yards from the NML outpost and surveys the area as best he can:: [19:43] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::watches as his men start to make some serious progress on the main CIC of the command center:: Good... Good!! [19:43] M> ::nods slowly, glansing at Maiko with a bit of an uplifting smile:: That's great news. No hurry though. We've landed inside the Second Chamber, near Alexandria, and are now conducting battle repairs... [19:44] Busy.. Yours? [19:44] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::finds that only actions regarding the present loop are accessible, with anything from the prior iterations classified:: [19:44] Very busy. Any needs yuo have of my people? [19:44] X3> It's called humor, Commander. ::glances over at Savant, amused despite himself:: [19:44] M> ::wry chuckle:: Yeah, I felt the landing. If you see Rachel before I do, congratulate her on pulling it off. That much damage to the ship's airflow, it couldn't have been easy. [19:44] ::looks to the officer in charge:: Excuse me, could you tell me where I could find Capt Daren? [19:44] M> ::turns her head to the Doc, still lying down:: So... can I get up...? [19:44] M> ::turns to Reed:: I have the assurance from Engineering that Sickbay will be spared and routine power outtages while the repairs are conducted...so there shouldn't be too many surprises. [19:44] He headed to sickbay. [19:44] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::Savant holds a deadpan look for a moment before grinning sheepishly, a blush rising to her cheeks:: Oh. [19:45] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::accesses the Aldur recording action log and tries to pull up the criteria for transmission:: [19:45] X3> ::continues to scan the massive asteroid, tracing the connections from the terminal down to the ship's three subterranean computer cores:: [19:45] ::nods at Teg:: Thank you sir. ::turns and heads back to the lift:: [19:45] M> ::grins:: She did very well yes, but she's holding the spot open for your triumphant return... [19:45] M> ::nods to Daren:: That's good. ::turns to D'Rall:: Yeah, get out of here. You spend too much time in here. But I want you to come back tomorrow just to check on your progress. And if you experience anything discomforting -- physically discomforting, your psychological problems aren't mine -- come back at once. [19:46] Very busy. Any needs yuo have of my people? [19:46] TL> Sickbay. [19:46] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::blinks at the diagram that appears as he accesses the criteria:: [19:46] ::wry chuckle:: Let's just hope I make it home before my legs do. ::eases herself up into a sitting position and tests her legs by commanding them to swing from the edge of the bed:: [19:47] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::frowns as he can only decipher two of the criteria, the remainder appearing to be far beyond the realm of modern mathematics:: [19:47] S> ::glances around the security office for a moment, watching one of the chiefs casually work at a wall terminal. He is momentarily tempted to walk over and lend her a hand, but decides not to and continues doing absolutely nothing:: [19:47] <[CRS3_Savant]> TL> ::A disembodied and slightly digitized voice is conjured in the Turbolift beside Prentiss:: Hello, Petty Officer, and welcome to Coronado. [19:47] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::Savants' program peeked over at what Ironside was doing, and the statistics he was looking through:: [19:47] No commander. I don't think tactical systems have been giving me much trouble lately. [19:47] X3> ::steps away from the console, realizing he's not really getting anywhere:: [19:48] TL> ::looks up in suprise:: Thank you? [19:48] Well I'll be off then, if you need anything just give me a ring. [19:48] M> Anyway, I just thought I'd take a stroll and update you in person...most of the crew are on rotational leave while repairs are conducted. There are a few research missions undergoing, so the ship itself activity-wise should be rather slow for a few days... [19:48] M> ::feeling a little wierd - the delay not all that noticeable - and gently slides off the bed onto her feet:: [19:48] M> ::lets go of the bed and stands there, closing her eyes in silent thanks:: [19:48] M> Any word on whether or not the rest of the galaxy felt our little dejavu? [19:48] M> I'll leave you both to your work... ::turns and begins to stroll out quietly:: [19:49] TL> ::looks around and then steps out quickly as the doors open:: ((Nobody told me this ship was haunted!)) [19:49] ::exits the bridge:: [19:49] <[CRS3_Savant]> TL> You're welcome. I'm the Semi-autonomous Varied- algorithm network trainer. Savant, if you prefer. [19:49] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::sighs slightly and closes the entry, moving on to peruse the other actions in the log file in the hopes that a relevant one providing some clues to the current situation will be present:: [19:49] M> ::takes an experimental first step:: [19:49] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::Her complexion smooths again:: Oh, look. Beckmann formulae. [19:49] ::sits down in the command chair for the first time:: [19:49] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::nods at his Staff Seargent as he brings him some daily reports to fulfill, grunting as he begins the paperwork:: [19:50] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::carefully begins walking to the outpost, noting the probability cluster in the distance. his mind is so overwhelmed with other types of sensory input that the surrounding "nothingness" doesn't seem to perturb him--much:: [19:50] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::harrumphs:: It appears that Ms. Lopez acquires her own unit in the mathematics of the Jjaro. [19:50] M> ::takes a second step, a bit hesitant, but feeling no major problems yet, picks it up into a slight shuffle, then a slow walk around the bed, one hand out for support if she needs it:: [19:50] *> ::looks at the lift strangely:: Nice to meet you...Savant. I need to report to the Captain. I was told he's in sickbay. ::starts heading in that direction:: [19:50] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> Whatever a 'Lopez' is, the singularity had to be adjusted by 0.47 units of it for our recording to play. [19:50] <[CRS3_Savant]> *> ::The voice followed beside Prentiss:: though, to be true, I'm hardly semi-autonomous now. Favant is such a horrible name, though, I think. no style. Oh, yes, he's in Sickbay. [19:51] ((Wow..this is comfortable.. Explains why Captain Daren took the job..)) ::smiles:: [19:51] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Yes, that's right, I recall that. [19:51] *> ::makes the rounds around the ship where the teams are doing various jobs:: [19:51] M> ::turns abruptly towards Lora Kor's readout monitor as it begins complaining:: Oh hell. ::deactivates the isolation forcefield and runs over to Lora Kor's biobed:: [19:51] 6> ::begins a slow stroll back to the turbolift, nothing making him go particularly fast this day:: [19:52] *> ::grins:: I don't know. Savant sounds rather nice to me. ::reaches sickbay and pauses before stepping inside:: [19:52] S> ::finally stands up, straightens his uniform, and walks over to the Chief at the monitor:: I'm going down to the armoury to check on things. You can hold the fort until then, right? ::smiles as she nods:: All right. ::walks out:: [19:52] M> ::walks away from the table at a normal pace, turns to thank Doc, but sees he's busy tending to something:: [19:52] M> ::looks as if to say something but merely smiles and heads out of sickbay, knowing she can thank him later:: [19:53] <[CRS3_Savant]> *> You'll have to hurry to catch him, Mr Prentiss. And thank you. [19:53] M> ::looks around but doesn't see the Captain so he seeks out the nearest medic:: Excuse me but, I'm trying to find the Captain? [19:53] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::closes the action log command for the message, and opens the one immediately following:: [19:54] *> ::sighs a sigh of relief as she walks down the corridor, realizing just how much about life she took for granted:: [19:54] X3> ::using a simple diagram provided from Xanadu's computer, tries to scan a specific area of the computer network that is relatively isolated from other systems:: [19:54] M> +taps+ Reed to Lora Kor. [19:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:54] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::looks around and nods at his men, most of them nearly done with their tasks:: [19:55] X3> ::leans against the wall at the back of the control room:: +taps+ Yes, Doctor. Go ahead. [19:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:55] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::Savant clears her throat and looks over at the Admiral in concern:: [19:55] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::circles the outpost once, then peers inside:: [19:55] M> +taps+ Admiral, my readouts here indicate one of your monitor's readers has gone into the red. Can you return to sickbay? [19:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:55] *> ::enters the nearest turbolift:: Deck 4. [19:56] 9> ::walks over to the main turbolift and enters TL:: Deck 5. [19:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:56] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::glances over at the Admiral:: [19:56] X3> Certainly, Doctor. ::pauses:: Which indicator? [19:57] X3> ::belatedly hits his combadge, looking down at it as if he'd just noticed it:: +taps+ Certainly, Doctor. Which indicator? [19:57] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:57] M> ::frowns slightly and steps back out of sickbay, then taps his commbadge:: +taps+ Petty Officer 1st Class Prentiss to Captain Daren. [19:57] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:58] 4> ::exits the turbolift and heads for her quarters to change:: [19:58] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::notes the various items that were left behind from the last trip... and then the other objects left by the very first expedition:: [19:58] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::wonders how well the rest of the crew will be reacting to so many Marines out on temporary leave... shrugging it off and as he catches a glance of a straggler or two:: Come on!! Move it or lose it!! [19:58] 6> +taps+ Daren here...::checking the repair display on a nearby PADD:: [19:58] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:59] 5> ::exits the turbolift, quietly whistling 'Too-La- Loo-Ra-Ray', and heads off towards the armoury:: [19:59] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::heads back outside, mumbling the words "suspended animation":: [19:59] *> +taps+ Sir, would you please tell me where you intend to be in the next 5 minutes so I can report to duty sir? [19:59] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] 6> +taps+ ::grinning:: I'll be in Seventh Heaven ::steps into a TL:: [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] Q> ::enters her quarters, slipping off the slippers she trudged back from sickbay in, then heading in the bathroom to discard the smock:: [20:01] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::turns as he hears Admiral Lora Kor's voice in the wind:: Hello? [20:01] ::conts. the repair tour finding just about all the teams are ahead of schedule:: [20:01] *> ::raises an eyebrow in suprise:: +taps+ I beg your pardon sir? Seventh Heaven? [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] M> +taps+ The one monitoring your neurotransmitter balance. Synaptic chemical ratios are off again. [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:02] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::subtly arches an eyebrow, then goes back to the console and his perusal of the command actions surrounding the message activation entry:: [20:03] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Would you like me to beam you back directly, Tebrun? [20:03] *> ::walks towards the lift wondering what on earth he's gotten himself into here:: [20:03] *> ::walks by Prentiss:: Hello [20:03] X3> +taps+ I see. Thank you, Doctor. ::turns to Savant:: No, I don't think that will be necessary, Commander. The transporter is rarely my friend. [20:03] 7> ::steps out onto Deck 7:: Yes Mr. Prentiss, it's the name we've given to our casual launge area here on Coronado. Deck 7, aft section... [20:03] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:04] Q> ::returns to the front of her quarters attired in a loosely-fit blouse and some comfortable slacks:: [20:04] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> Is there any research you personally were conducting here you would like us to continue, Admiral? [20:04] X3> I assume the problem isn't immediately life threatening, or the good doctor would no doubt have beamed himself here, rather than requesting my presence there. [20:04] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::walks around the construct once more, then stops as he hears his own voice... this time coming from further down The Way:: [20:04] *> ::nods at Farley polietly:: Hello. Um...this might be a silly question but, could you tell me where I might find Seventh Heaven? ::hopes this isn't a joke of some sort:: [20:04] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::she nodded:: Take care going back, Tebrun. [20:05] A> ::walks into the armoury, peering casually at the compressed phaser rifles lining the walls, secured under their duranium locking braces:: [20:05] X3> ::shakes his head, smiling wanly:: No, keep at what you're doing. I... ::pauses:: couldn't really concentrate, anyway. [20:05] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> ::a voice beside Reed:: Doctor? [20:05] *> ::smiles:: Not silly at all. I'm heading that way, I'll show you. [20:05] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::nods:: Very well. [20:05] <{MJBC_Prescot}> X2> ::nods as his men finish up the latter stages of packing:: +taps+ Prescot to Alpha and Bravo Companies... Report to the main barracks at once. ::calls for a transport from the ship to the Barracks himself ::demats/remats:: [20:05] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:05] X3> Good luck, and keep me informed. ::turns and leaves the control room:: [20:06] M> ::starts a moment:: Damnit, Savant, don't do that [20:06] *> ::smiles:: Thank you sir. I thought for a moment it was some sort of joke. ::follows Farley:: So this place...what is it? [20:06] * {MJBC_Prescot} is now known as MJBC_Prescot [20:06] *> ::exits her quarters on the way to the holodeck, intending to 'try out' her 'repairs' in a safer environment:: [20:06] A> ::peers around for the armoury control officer:: Hey, Ericcson! [20:06] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> The Admiral is coming back on Kelaka. His condition isn't urgent, is it? [20:07] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::looks over to Brooks:: Uncovered anything interesting, Lieutenant? [20:07] *> ::leads them to the TL:: It's sort of the casual meeting place where eveyone can go and relax with freinds, have something to eat, drink. That sort of place. [20:07] MB> ::looks around as a few of the men had already arrived, leaning back against a wall and taking about six PADD's from his Staff Seargent:: [20:07] M> Not yet. [20:07] *> ::enters the TL:: Deck 7 [20:08] *> ::waits for him to enter the lift and then steps inside:: I see. A lounge then? [20:08] *> ::enters TL:: [20:08] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:08] 7H> ::has a seat at a table in Seveth Heaven near a window and a replicator:: [20:08] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Hm. I wish that they had stayed with a standard notation. Deciphering this code is going to be positively hellish. [20:08] *> ::exits the TL, walking down the hall:: [20:08] mctc_Ericcson> A> ::stumbles out from behind a set of yellow storage crates:: Sir? [20:08] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> What are you planning on doing to change his condition? [20:08] TL> Yes. [20:09] X3> +taps+ Lora Kor to Coronado... state present location, if you would. [20:09] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::smirks at Savant:: Having developed new math, it was most certainly necessary to develop new notation. Presumably, what we're looking at now is analogous to a 20th century physicist examining warp field stress equations. [20:09] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:09] A> ::pauses in momentary surprise:: What were you doing back there? [20:09] X3> ::types a few things into the tricorder before looking up:: Mmm, not much. I found a diagram of this place's computer network, but it's very basic. I'm trying to get an accurate scan of the system, maybe find a place like this that's more functional. [20:09] M> I've been able to re-balance his condition in the past. But I can't get any hard evidence to combat what I suspect might be the source of his problem. [20:10] TL> Great! Maybe I can get a job there. Bartending is a hobby of mine. ::holds out his hand tentatively:: Petty Officer 1st class Zachery Prentiss. [20:10] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::She grins and cocks an eyebrow:: Have faith, dear General. I may not be Alicia, but I have some tricks. I've managed to start the dissection. [20:10] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::takes three steps away from the outpost, to the limit of the dirt, peering "out"... or "down"...:: [20:10] +com+ Coro here sir. Transmitting present locaton. [20:10] TL> ::pulls a PADD from his back side and punches a few buttons:: Here I have porgramed this PADD to give directions if you ever need them. ::hands him the PADD:: [20:10] ::taps a few buttons:: [20:10] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> ::She seems quite concerned and very attentive:: What do you suspect, Doctor? [20:10] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::looks over at Brooks and nods:: Good idea. This facility appears to only be a control room for the singularities, there may yet be a master facility. [20:10] p3tc_Murimasa> A> ::stands up from the general area where Ericcson was, a little disheveled, and beet red:: [20:10] +com+ Something wrong, sir? [20:10] HD1> ::sighs in relief that the holodeck isn't in use or reserved and walks in without bothering to call up a particular program:: [20:10] TL> ::takes the PADD and nods:: Thank you. I'm sure it will help. [20:11] M> I've discussed this with you already, Savant. [20:11] X3> ::realizes he left his tricorder back in the Third Chamber control room:: +taps+ Coronado, from Lora Kor. Perhaps you could give me that location audio. I don't have a data device on me just... now. [20:11] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:11] TL> ::takes his hand a shakes it:: Commander Jack Farley engineering [20:11] X3> ::spins around and finally spots one of the two trucks, and makes for it:: [20:11] X3> ::nods absently:: Say, have you all been to a place like this in the, uh, second chamber? [20:11] A> ::bursts out laughing, uncontrollably:: Well, bloody 'ell, I'd hate to be in your shoes right now. [20:11] TL> ::TL stops and we exit:: [20:12] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::To Lora Kor:: If you get into the truck, I'll give you directions form there. It's not far. [20:12] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::stammers, his memorisation of Starfleet textbooks not preparing him for this:: I... well... uh... I can-- [20:12] TL> Ahhh, one of the people who make sure we don't get stuck in one of these things. Good man to have around! ::follows Farley out of the lift:: [20:12] +com+ aye, sir.. Location is 385.3, 1234, -297. [20:12] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> There is a similar chamber in the control spires of the second chamber. It was from there that we caused a reality shift and activated the Jjaro catapult to travel to Lh'owon. [20:12] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::The voice in the wind speaks the familiar, yet incomprehensible language Sieven has heard before--but it is his voice scattered in the wind.:: [20:12] *> ::laughs:: We do our best at that! [20:12] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> Ah... I was hoping you had refined your theory into something closer to a treatment. [20:12] A> ::holds up his hand:: Nah, don't worry about it. But next time, stick to work. There's plenty of time for that after duty. ::chuckles again:: [20:13] X3> Coro's on... the surface, I suppose? [20:13] X3> When did that happen? [20:13] *> ::enters 7th heaven:: Here we are Zachery. [20:13] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Yes, Tebrun. You could drive all the way there, if you like. The Captain decided to land two hours ago in order to facilitate hull repairs. [20:13] HD1> ::looks up at the audio pickup:: I'd like a hiking program please - light difficulty, scenic view, with appropriate equipment... ::hopes this isn't going to push things too fast:: [20:13] X3> That figures. According to this diagram there are quite a number of connections going directly between here and another platform area there:: [20:13] c3tc_Murimasa> A> ::continues to remain speechless, embarrassed beyond belief:: [20:13] X3> Right. That should be... easy enough. ::heads for the truck, eventually climbing up into the cabin and attempting to start the engine:: [20:14] *> ::chuckles and enters with him:: Thank you sir. I appreciate the help. ::looks around for the Captain:: [20:14] 7H> ::notices two people enter the quiet lounge from across the room:: [20:14] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::to Kor:: The weather is quite pleasant in the Second Chamber right now. I hope you enjoy the drive. [20:14] 7th> Anytime. ::turns to leave:: [20:14] X3> ::finds the starter on the second try, grasps the control lever, and gets the truck moving... initially in precisely the wrong direction:: [20:14] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::nods thoughtfully:: Do these two control rooms have the same function, I wonder? Given this facility's...shielded, location, perhaps it is a backup? [20:15] +taps+ Bridge to Captain Daren [20:15] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::begins taking a few more steps forward, listening:: [20:15] MB> ::hands out PADD's to his Platoon leaders and nods at them, explaining the leave schudal, most of the platoons off at one time, with one on active duty and three others on standby:: You will roate as this leave continues [20:15] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> I think tha we can consider this place closer to the heart of Xanadu, and the Second Chamber control centre to be more of a remote station. [20:15] 7H> ::sips:: +taps+ Daren here... [20:15] A> ::looks at her:: Anyway, I came down here to check in my phaser and get a replacement. ::removes his MkII phaser from its tunnel loop and hands it handle-first to Crewman Murimasa:: [20:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:15] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::indicates the windows:: Indeed, this is very much the same view as from that other control room. [20:15] 7H> ::nods at Farley and then spots the Captain across the room and strides over to him, snaps to a smart attention and salutes:: Petty Officer 1st Class Zachery Prentiss reporting for duty sir! [20:15] +taps+ Sir, the flag is returning to the ship. I believe there may be a problem. [20:15] X3> ::gets the truck moving in the proper direction after the initial false start:: [20:16] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::stumbles over the words, trying to remain professional:: Uh-- what's wrong with it, sir? [20:16] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> Voice> ::suddenly, in plain English, startling and pure to Drexler's ears (or mind):: You dare not. [20:16] X3> I was thinking the same thing. From what I see here, that would appear to a good solution. We don't have nearly enough data to be sure, though. [20:16] HD> ::the holodeck puts her in a wide open meadow, a moderately-sloped small mountain before her with a clearly-defined path and several places to stop along the way to look at the view or rest; beside her is a canteen, a small backpack, and a walking stick:: [20:16] *> ::heads for some more checks:: [20:16] 7H> ::grins:: Welcome to duty Petty Officer, but as you may have noticed...much of the crew has been granted leave unless they have some other project to work on... [20:16] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::stops, taking a quick, hapless step back, slipping on the edge of the gravel and falling to the ground:: [20:16] M> ::keeps a steady gaze on Lora Kor's indicators:: [20:16] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> What I wouldn't give for a moment of authority within the NExus. . . [20:17] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::smirks:: What I wouldn't give for a member of the Central Nexus. [20:17] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> ::To Reed:: If something drmaatic happens to his readings... tell me, would you? [20:17] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> Voice> ::paternally:: Not yet. [20:17] M> ::nods:: You'll know. [20:17] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> What do you think would be the first thing I'd do with my authority? [20:17] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::shakes his head and immediately turns around:: [20:17] 7H> ::eases and glances around:: Well, I did notice the ship wasn't as crowded as normal. So, what would you like me to do then? [20:18] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> I should hope it would be to grant us all authority. ::slightly grin:: [20:18] X3> ::blinks:: What does a computer program want? [20:18] A> ::measures his breath carefully, turning to look at Chief Ericsson:: It's drained of power, and it seems to be draining any new power cell that's put into it. ::continues holding the phaser handle-first towards Murimasa, who takes it and turns around:: [20:18] *> ::comes across a running HD and enters:: Hello? [20:18] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Right now? A copy of The Vulcan Anthology of Time and about six hours. [20:18] HD> ::takes the stick and slings the backpack on:: Oh, and this program is public. ::sees no point in locking off the holodeck for such a simple recreational program that can be enjoyed by all:: [20:19] X3> Ohh, and maybe extend the time in which you have athority? ::wry grin:: [20:19] HD> ::glances back as she hears a voice:: Yes? What can I do for you sir? ::smiles:: [20:19] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::arches an eyebrow as he continues his perusal of the command actions surrounding the message transmission log:: [20:19] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> Thank you, Doctor. [20:20] X2> ::winces in pain as the truck transitions from the relatively drab connecting tunnel into the brilliantly lit Second Chamber:: [20:20] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::moves over to one of the shelves, inputs his security code, then hands Canterbury a fresh phaser:: This one's only been fired to test it. [20:20] M> ::furrows his brow, watching the indicator begin to creep up slightly:: [20:20] MB> ::chuckles slightly as his men cheer for the leave, most of them bolting out the doors and off to cause some kind of havoc or another:: [20:20] HD> ::see's D'rall:: Oh hello, I didn't know if there was a problem, didn't know anyone would still be on board using a HD. ::thinks back on his rounds at hearing D'rall was in sickbay:: I heard you were in sickbay? How are you doing? [20:21] A> ::examines the phaser, checking its power setting:: Why is it set to setting 4, Mr. Ericsson? [20:21] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Whwn you asked what a computer program wanted, were you speaking about any program in specific? [20:21] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::holding his head as he stands up, facing the wall of the outpost he sees something that nearly makes him faint... someone has written "DEAD END" in charcoal: some researcher's cruel joke of a sign that would greet someone coming from the direction of the Way:: [20:21] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::looks up and glances over at Savant, then to Brooks:: Indeed....what does Alicia want? [20:21] X3> You'd work, unless there are other computer programs handy. [20:21] HD> I was. ::holds one leg out in front of her and shakes it:: Doc hooked me up with a repair for my spinal cord, and for the most part I'm good as new. Just decided to give it a little test, that's all... ::blinks, trying to remember something:: [20:22] 7H> ::glances at his PADD as he waits for a response:: [20:22] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::looks surprised:: What? ::snatches it back and checks it, and resets it to its lowest setting:: Well I'll be damned. That's never happened to me before. [20:22] X2> ::closes his eyes to rub the bridge of his nose, and then jerks the control stick to one side when he opens them again, having almost run the truck off the road and into a tree:: [20:22] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> Alicia? She wants... ::pause:: Apparently, she wants a subroutine refit. [20:22] HD> Oh, I almost forgot - if you haven't done it already, I'd like to volunteer to help replace the helm console. ::wry grimmace:: I figure I was flying, I better at least help you a little with some of the resulting damage... [20:22] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::She grinned a bit:: What's all this sudden concern for my well-being? [20:22] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> Indeed.... [20:22] HD> ::thinks:: Would you like someone to walk with you, just incase? [20:22] 7H> ::grins at Prentiss:: Take some time off? It's a pity this place doesn't have a full time bartender anymore, we used to see more actual officers in here when we had one... [20:23] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::steeples his fingers and looks at the control console, somewhat lost in thought:: [20:23] 7H ::appears concerned at the comm:: I'm afraid I'll need to be getting back to the bridge for now, please...just make yourself at home...get acclimated to the surroundings...and I'll be in touch... [20:23] HD> ::smiles politely:: You're welcome to join me, but I'm not too worried. It's why I'm here instead of out in Xanadu hiking - I figure the fail safe protocols will keep me from getting anything more than a minor scratch. ::shakes her head in amazement - the concept of the holodeck still being somewhat fascinating despite being around it for several months now:: [20:23] X2> ::spots Coronado on a rise near Alexandria and hangs a sharp left, nearly coming out of his seat in the process:: [20:24] 7H> Well sir, I was thinking I might see if I could do something about that. Bartending is a bit of a hobby of mine. [20:24] HD> ::checks his PADD:: We will be getting to it probably tommorrow if you would like to, I don't have any objection. [20:24] 7H> ::steps rather quickly into the corridor:: +taps+ Problem Teg? What kind of problem? [20:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:24] M> ::watches the indicators continue to climb:: Savant... [20:24] A> ::frowns, nearly furious, struggling to maintain his temper:: You realise that you could've given me a serious phaser burn? What the bloody 'ell were you thinking?! [20:24] 7> ::enters TL:: [20:24] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:24] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> Yes, Doctor? [20:25] M> His indicators are rising. [20:25] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::begins sprinting to the truck, acknowledging the fact that he may be losing what mind he has left in this place:: [20:25] +taps+ A medical emergency, sir. [20:25] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> Critically? Or back to normal? [20:25] HD> ::grins:: Thanks. If you break it, you fix it as my mother would say. ::gestures at the extra equipment the computer created when she told it to leave the simulation public:: You're welcome to join me... [20:25] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::stammers again:: I-- th-- it'll n- never happen again, sir. [20:25] Q> ::in quarters sleeping:: [20:25] HD> ::puts down his PADD's and walks over to D'rall:: Well if you don't mind, I don't want to intrude if you want to be alone. [20:25] X2> ::lets go of the control stick, which causes the truck to glide to a gentle stop:: [20:25] 7H> ::watches him leave and looks around the lounge:: ((Well, it appears I have time on my hands...question is, what shall I do with it?)) [20:25] M> Approaching dangerous levels. But don't transport him. Under no circumstances...beam me over there. +taps+ Reed to Lora Kor. Hold your position there. [20:25] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:25] MB> ::checks one of the chrono's in the barracks and grunts, deciding now would be a good enough time for lunch and makes his way out:: [20:26] TL> I trust Sickbay has been alerted already...I'm on my way to the bridge right now... [20:26] <[CRS3_Savant]> M> ::Savant wastes no time in beaming Reed over to Kor... along with a good portion of protable medical equipment:: [20:26] X2> ::closes his eyes:: Don't... seem... ::hits his combadge:: +taps+ Don't seem... to... have much choice. [20:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:26] A> ::growls:: It damn well better not! ::holds out his hand for the phaser:: Hand me the phaser -- handle first, dammit -- and I'll try my best not to file a report about this. [20:26] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::stops suddenly, once again tripping and nearly falling--this time, the probability cluster (a round emptiness in the "ground") has somehow come in his path. Reeling, he glances over at the truck, which is still in the same place it was before. Sieven had somehow veered in this direction.:: [20:26] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> Tebrun, just hold still. Help is on the way. [20:26] HD> ::shakes head:: The more the merrier as the saying goes. Besides, I can't imagine this hike would go any worse than the last one I participated in on the holodeck. ::wry grin:: Just try to keep up. ::re-settles the pack on her shoulders:: [20:27] X2> ::remats near Lora Kor and promptly begins scanning him with his tricorder:: [20:27] HD> I'll do my best. [20:27] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> The Admiral's in a bit of trouble. I'll be right back. [20:27] ::steps out onto the bridge:: Alright Teg, what's the Admirals current location? Use him commbadge to do pinpoint coordinates for me... [20:27] TL> Deck seven! [20:27] =.\ction= Reed rematerializes on one of the faux asphalt roads that Xanadu is filled with, this one cutting through a forest on a rise outside Alexandria. Coro is visible in the distance, a few kilometers off. [20:27] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:27] <[CRS3_Savant]> X3> ::The hologram disappeared, reappearing not far from Reed or the Admiral:: [20:27] 7H> ::walks over to the bar and looks it over, then picks up a rag and starts wiping it down as if he was born to do so:: [20:28] mctc_Ericsson> A> ::looks a little crestfallen as he hands him the weapon:: I'm sorry, sir. I-- [20:28] X3> ::looks at Ironside:: She do that much? [20:28] X2> ::immediately administers both an analgesic to Lora Kor and a neurotransmitter booster to realign his chemical balance:: I knew it! I knew I saw this before. [20:28] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> ::approaching:: Tebrun. . . you really have to stop doing this, you're going to give me an ulcer. [20:28] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::looks up, notes Savant is gone, then looks over at Brooks:: Hrm? Oh, yes. [20:28] X2> ::slumps in his chair, obviously trying to answer and failing:: [20:28] HD> ::grins, waiting for Farley to take a pack and stick before starting up the trail at a normal walking pace (For now....):: [20:28] Approxamately 3 kilometers away [20:29] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> ::Savant held the Admiral up, keeping him from falling out of the chair:: [20:29] A> ::hushes him sharply:: Just shut up, Crewman. ::tucks the phaser into his belt, his forehead and cheeks slightly tinged with red, and nearly growls the whole time on his way out of the Armoury:: [20:29] HD> ::grabs a pack and walking stick the right hight:: Alright I'm ready. [20:29] X3> Imagine it'd give you a complex after a while... ::turns back to her tricorder:: [20:29] 5> ::walks down the corridor, fuming, and enters TL:: Deck 9. [20:29] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:29] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::He stared... no breath, no pulse. Just an empty stare into the empty hole for what may have been seconds... or aeons, he couldn't tell. Examining all of the possibilities, he very reluctantly began to back away from the cluster and it pained him as the distance slowly increased between them.:: [20:30] ::notices the location hilighted on the holotank:: Alright, I see them...is that Doctor Reed there? [20:30] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> Kor? [20:30] HD> ::sets a normal walking speed to pace herself, not quite wishing to test the limits of her 'repair':: So how are repairs going? [20:30] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> You tend to get used to it after a while. ::staring out the windows, a thought striking him:: Lieutenant....is the view through these windows realtime? [20:30] 7H> ::finishes wiping the bar and turns to look over the inventory available, making notes on his PADD of what needs to be ordered to make a few special drinks:: [20:30] X2> Savant, look at this. ::displays the tricorder to Savant:: Telepathic interference between the host and symbiont. Just like I thought! [20:30] 7> ::exits out of the turbo lift and begins to walk towards the bar nearby:: [20:31] Yes, sir. [20:31] ENtc_Sanchez> M> ::groans as he walks in, looking around Sickbay:: [20:31] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> ::She didn't turn her eyes to Reed, instead helping Tebrun like down as comfortable as she could manage him to lay in the cab of the truck:: Intereference? Can we get some sort of an aide for him, maybe? a medium? [20:31] X3> Why, I have no idea, just a second. ::tables her current work on the tricorder, and turns it to scan the area just on the other side of the 'window':: [20:31] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::at what he deemed to be a safe distance, he spun around and crawled back to the truck on all fours, wearing holes into his pants at the knees:: [20:31] HD> ::walks beside her keeping pace:: Very good. Were ahead of schedule so far. I was lucky in getting 2 parts ships here so fast, and even luckier that one of them had an extra reapir crew on board that wanted to help out. [20:31] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> +taps+ General Ironside to Coronado, open channel please. [20:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:32] 7H> ::hums to himself as he starts to shift the bottles around, arranging them the way he likes them:: [20:32] * Peter (peter@66.42.7.181) has left #uss-coronado [20:32] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::stares down at Coronado on a field just 'below' the window's point of view:: [20:32] General Ironside for you sir. [20:32] 7H> ::enters into the bar and moves over to the replciator:: [20:32] <[CRS1_Drexler|4]> ::climbing into the truck, he quickly came around, leaving streaks in the thin gravel that revealed the nothing lying below it:: [20:32] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> At least your french is still quite good, Tebrun. I don't think I've ever heard you speak it before. [20:33] X2> ::immediately goes about configuring a hypospray with aneuraninine and injects it into Lora Kor:: That should dampen his reception of telepathic signals. [20:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:33] Patch him through....::puts a foot on the seat of the Command Chair:: +taps+ Captain Daren here, General... [20:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:33] HD> ::nods:: Lucky indeed. Then again, sometimes it seems we're always having to repair something. Now it's just you in charge of the repairs instead of Commander Oswald ::glances at him:: How's the new rank feel anyhow? [20:33] X2> ::eyes open and almost seem to focus on Savant for a moment, before closing again:: [20:33] X2> I can't pinpoint the source of the interference, though, damnit! [20:33] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> +taps+ Captain, I need you to flash your running lights for me - brightly. Please inform me at the moment you begin. ::continues watching Coronado's form:: [20:33] 7H> ::hears the doors open and turns to see Prescot enter and nods at him, giving him a welcoming smile:: Hello there! [20:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:34] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> ::she placed a hand on the Admiral's shoulder and sighed:: Don't worry, Tebrun. Vous etiez bien. [20:34] HD> ::smiles:: It's still very new, exciting, and sadding all at the same time. [20:34] ::makes a bit of an odd face, but understands:: +taps+ Understood General ::turns to Teg:: Standby... [20:34] S> ::walks into the security office and smiles at the Chief who hadn't moved from her spot since he left. He peers around the office for a few moments before sitting down at the desk and bringing up Armoury Control Chief Ericsson's bio:: [20:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:34] ::taps in a few commands:: Standing by.. [20:34] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> I think that the secrets Xanadu holds have a lot to do with Tebruns' condition. [20:34] 7H> ::nods at the Petty officer and smiles at her:: Good day ma`am ::turns to the replicator and orders some fresh baked rolls and a small steak:: [20:35] ::hovers finger over the flashing 'activate' button:: [20:35] <> [20:35] Teg, get on that...go with a 4 second flash interval...full brightness... [20:35] X2> He should begin feeling better in a few moments. His neurotransmitters are rebalancing and his receptivity to telepathic signals is low enough that I doubt an enraged Betazoid mother-in-law would get through. [20:35] <> [20:35] Go! [20:35] ::pushes it:: [20:35] +taps+ We have your lights, General... [20:35] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:35] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> . . . had bad experiences with relatives, Doctor? [20:35] <[BGDC_Ironside]> X3> ::watches Coronado:: [20:36] S> ::makes two notes in the file -- Inappropriate Fraternisation with Another Crew Member; and Negligence of Proper Safety Procedures -- then leans back in his seat, still a little angry:: [20:36] <[CRS3_Savant]> X2> ::she watched the Admiral carefully for signs of wakefullness, speaking with him. It was good to speak with someone unconscious and in shock:: Tebrun? Apparently you're going to be coming around right away now. . . [20:36] HD> ::steps over a small tree trunk fallen across the path:: Yeah, I miss Oswald as well to some extent. She was good at what she did, but I can't blame her for leaving. Sometimes I wonder if this ship is cursed. ::wry grimmace:: [20:36]