[18:59] 3 minute hold, starting now. :) [19:00] I thought it hinted at the fact. [19:00] But now I notice it's not explicit. [19:00] Nor implicit. =) [19:00] * Ms_Kennedy is now known as LCDR_Kennedy [19:00] in fact it's not mentioned at all [19:00] anywhere [19:00] ever [19:01] He receives the message, and orders Tal to the ready room. I put more together than I should've. [19:01] you lego people. i swear. [19:01] lego my eggo! [19:01] There's a whole few paragraphs there that I think you may have missed reading Spuzz ;) [19:01] ::chuckles:: [19:01] Well, heck! Everyone knows that every house needs a sail! [19:02] I read all of it this time, remarkably. I'm giving a very weak capsule summary. =P [19:02] Orders Tal to the ready room, then probably orders Maiko arrested on some trumped up charge. [19:02] Like "Jaywalking across the shuttlebay" [19:02] she had it coming. [19:02] * Prescot is now known as CLBC_Prescot [19:02] j #USS-Coronado-OOC [19:03] Nah, she'd wait patiently until he saw her try to mutiny. [19:03] all them reorsans look the same anyway: guilty [19:03] Then he'd have her shot. ;) [19:03] * Jester is now known as RAGC_LoraKor [19:03] You're under arrest for -- lemme check this twice -- "Being a Woman Driver." [19:03] There's a law I'd support. ;) [19:03] ::coughs:: Commodore, whenever you're ready. ;) [19:03] Yeah, probably. Or hung from the nearest yardarm. Assuming there is one on Coro [19:03] * Kari1 is now known as LTSI_Brooks [19:03] I'll second that law! [19:03] LCARS, let's get this mut-, er sim started.... [19:03] * CoroLCARS =/\= CMCO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:03] * 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!' [19:03] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] We just had a woman driver kill 7 people last week! [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:03] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: ::wonders what the non-fleeters are coming to attn for:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::fixes his autonick:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::cou-- #uss-coronado-ooc --ghs:: [19:04] * RAGC_LoraKor is now known as Tebrun_LoraKor [19:04] And yes, #uss-coronado-ooc [19:05] Evening, everyone. :) Every so often, I like to have a nice philosophical debate episode on Coro. This will be the last. ;) [19:05] woo [19:05] So, I expect there will be conflict, but it will be more of the character conflict variety than that involving any actual shooting. Though who knows, someone might do something that requires they be shot. ;) [19:06] ::hides:: [19:07] We're picking up some 36 hours after last week's events, so there are about 78 days, plus or minus, to go before the anomaly manifests itself. Coronado has rendezvoused with a Reorsan packet partially fitted for science duties, and bearing not only a message but a fighter escort. [19:07] ::chuckles:: [19:07] The former Whitestone Admiralty staff have caught another packet to Reor'sa, where there are also several hundred Starfleet and SFMC personnel. [19:07] Any questions before we get rolling? [19:08] ::raises:: [19:08] Lieutenant? [19:08] I'm assuming I'm going to have to ignore communications from this packet, given that we're all still in the dark about the whole military thing. [19:08] =P [19:09] The packet/fighter transmitted the message to Captain Daren on a secure channel, so there probably aren't even very many rumors floating around yet. [19:09] Any other questions? [19:09] ::raises:: [19:09] ::raiseS:: [19:09] Commander Farley? [19:09] Where do repairs stand? [19:10] That's up to the Commodore. Commodore, want to take that question, and then ask your own? [19:10] ::raises:: [19:10] We were going at slipstream at the end of last sim, so all that engine stuff is fine now. [19:11] I'd just like to point out that as the sim opens, Daren has called a full senior staff meeting...every senior staff member should be on their way to the wardroom on Deck 9 at the opening of the sim. <-- not a question, just a statement [19:11] ::nods:: Very good, thanks. Lieutenant Commander D'rall? [19:11] Have we had any further encounters with the Xur? [19:11] Negative. [19:11] Lucky us. [19:11] ::nods:: Right. Anyone else? [19:12] * LJen_Gannsen (~professor@mx0920.pubip.gamewood.net) Quit (Write Error: Broken pipe) [19:12] Great. Let's sim. :) [19:12] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:12] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:12] ::liesurely swings an axe down onto some large sections of a felled treey lain across the edge of the green space in front of the cottage, cutting the sections into more manageable pieces to be put into the iron fireplace should it get too chilly:: [19:12] TL> ::waits for the short ride to end, stepping out before the doors finish opening:: [19:12] E> ::gathers some padds and heads to the wardroom:: [19:13] ::stands on the bridge, having just called a Senior Staff meeting in the ward room:: [19:13] * LJen_Gannsen (~professor@mx0618.pubip.gamewood.net) has joined #USS- Coronado [19:13] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v LJen_Gannsen [19:13] *> ::finds her way to the wardroom; she'd not been there yet:: [19:13] ::hands the helm over to Stackpole, who is looking just as worn out as Maiko is:: [19:13] S> ::steps in briefly:: I've just been called to a meeting, so I need the PADD in a hurry. ::holds his hand out:: [19:13] E> ::enters TL:: Deck 9 [19:13] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] =.\ction= The surface of Reor'sa is busier that it has been in some months, with frequent transporter beams touching the surface, as well as packets and shuttlecraft and runabouts and just about everything else that can fly and land touching down at Fisher's Landing. [19:14] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] ::nods to the Watch tactical officer:: Take the bridge, Lieutenant Jones. [19:14] mctc_Yurilova> S> Um. All right, sir. ::slides the PADD off of the desk and tosses it lightly to him, as usual:: A little less friendly than usual, though. ::smiles somewhat:: [19:14] ::heads to the ward room:: [19:14] S> ::smirks:: Sorry. ::turns to leave and steps out:: [19:14] TL> ::exits TL and heads to the wradroom:: [19:15] ::at Fisher's landing, sporting his now insignialess flight suit:: [19:15] ::splits the logs cleanly with one swing each, and shuffles the completed pieces into a wheelbarrow as he goes:: [19:15] ::comes up slowly behind Ironside, making sure to make noise so that axe doesn't head in his direction:: Hi Jeremy. Having fun? [19:15] WR> ::steps inside and takes a seat at the head of the table while the others begin appearing:: [19:15] WR> ::follows behind the captain, wondering what this meeting will cover:: [19:15] 9> ::walks in the direction of the bridge:: [19:15] E> ::glances around engineering seeing if anything needs to be done:: [19:15] 9> ::enters the wardroom:: [19:15] *> I'm definitely not going the right way. [19:15] WR> ::finds the nearest seat and slumps into it:: [19:16] WR> ::enters wardroom; quietly:: or not. [19:16] ::Savant hung scattered about the fleet as always, but the fleet was becoming a quickly condensing ball of imagery as it coalesced around Reor'sa. She kept her attention close on that planet, as she was sure that it was going to be interesting, and quite important to her own future:: [19:16] Q> ::sits reading a PADD and relaxing:: [19:16] ::swings the axe down and splits the last log:: A little far from civilization to be wandering about, aren't you Jarod? ::sweeps his eyes through the woodfront, wondering whether the man was followed:: [19:16] =.\ction= A somewhat festive atmosphere has arisen on Party Hill west of Churchill Downs, and a number of Camelynian pavillion tents erected. Starfleet personnel that haven't seen each other for months -- or in a few cases, for years -- are taking the opportunity to either congreate there or at least pass through. [19:16] =.\ction= Coronado hangs in the nebula, rather stationary for the moment. The Reorsan Science packet not far off in the distance. [19:16] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:16] WR> ::sits:: [19:16] WR> ::takes a seat:: [19:17] WR> ::idly takes a seat at the table, annoyed at the waste of time these meetings usually entail:: [19:17] ::glances around, noting Jones standing near the big chair, and nods slightly as he turns to the Wardroom and steps through the door:: [19:17] WR> ::notices most people have already assembled as he takes his seat:: [19:17] ::chuckles softly:: Probably. I felt the need to get away from the crowds and I new you had a place out this general direction. Decided to see if I could find it. Hope I'm not intruding? [19:17] ::stands at his station, wondering what's going on as he glances out at their escorts:: [19:17] ::looks around at the faces:: Alright, I think we're all here. ::stands:: [19:17] Reor`sa> ::steps out the front doors of Memorial Hospital in Fisher's Landing and takes a look up at the gold sky:: [19:17] ::decides to make his way over to Party Hill, having heard about some things going on over in that direction:: [19:18] ::for once, doesn't have some sort of snappy reply to Daren's opening comment:: [19:18] ::shrugs and swings the axe into the stump he was cutting it on, burying it in the wood and lifting the wheelbarrow, heading for the wood shed:: Not particularly. I figured someone would eventually track me down. [19:18] < that>> [19:19] ::smiles:: Might as well be someone you know at least. ::looks at the wood:: Can I give you a hand with that? [19:19] WR> ::presses a few buttons on the table:: This meeting is being played for the crew on the internal channel...I'll begin by playing for you the message broadcast to the Starfleet Flag Officers thirty-six hours ago. [19:19] ::console seems strangely quiet as they aren't really doing anything. For some odd reason, he feels somewhat like a race horse standing at the starting gate, waiting for the bell to ring:: [19:19] WR> ::sits slightly back, steepling her fingers:: [19:20] ::sets down the cart in front of the covered wood shed and gestures:: Knock yourself out. ::tosses a couple of pieces onto the piles already arranged under the shingled awning:: [19:20] Reor`sa> ::Savant was not far from the Memorial Hospital, seated at a bench and enjoying the crowds and generally light atmosphere, despite the things that weighed heavily on her mind:: [19:20] =.\ction= Reorsan President Jason Rommety appears on the screen behind Daren. He is speaking to the Starfleet Flag Officers... <> [19:20] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:20] ::begins assisting in empting out the cart:: What made you decide to buy this place? Never really pictured you as woodsman. [19:22] ::grabs a floater from the landing to Party Hill:: [19:22] I enjoy my solitude ::unloading:: And I wouldn't be too surprised - in the alternate universe that manifested itself before our use of the catapult, I had purchased a farm of all things. [19:22] WR> ::waits a bit longer for Rommety to finish up, then begins speaking:: I've brought you all here to inform you that this ship is property of the United Federation of Planets, headquartered in San Francisco, on the planet Earth, in the Milky Way galaxy...and it is going to stay that way. [19:22] Reor`sa> ::exhales, then looks around for a floater:: [19:22] WR> ::watches the video:: [19:23] WR> ::gets rather quickly interested in the message and at the end even looks a little hopeful:: [19:23] WR> ::looks at Daren, then at D`rall, with mixed emotions as his brow furrows:: [19:23] Q> ::takes a sip of coffee and continues to read:: [19:23] WR> ::looks at Daren with the tiniest hint of a smile:: [19:23] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:23] Reor`sa> ::Savant glanced back over her shoulder and saw Tebrun approaching from the hospital, towards the floater stop:: It'll be by in a minute. [19:23] Stardate 240405.17: "This Day, This Place", Part 1, by Jester. [19:23] SUMMARY: Questions of allegiance. [19:23] Coro has entered an unnamed nebula about 80 LY "northwest" of Reor'sa. Calculations have pinpointed the nebula as the site of another of the space/time anomalies: the "tears" that appear in M64. Tears have been coming more and more often, and we believe that they will soon reach a point of no return. [19:23] In the meantime, Coronado has been recalled to Reor'sa under VERY unusual circumstances. Nine of the civilian government leaders in M64 have banded together to form a defensive and trade alliance. These leaders have called upon the Starfleet personnel and ships to return to Reor'sa. [19:23] Ships that follow this directive will be turned over to the newly-forming Alliance government, which apparently plans to place them in the charge of a new, combined Alliance military under civilian control. Starfleet ships that refuse the directive have been ordered out of "Alliance" space... [19:23] Briefing complete. [19:23] <> [19:23] ::nods, looking thoughtful:: Actually the more I think on it the more it probably shouldn't surprise me. I often wonder if we're getting to old to be doing his. Though considering I'm only in my mid 30's that sounds kid of odd. [19:23] ack [19:24] WR> ::frowns at Daren:: You're... kidding me, right? [19:24] WR> ::looks around at the faces:: This is by no means an act of hostility against Reor'sa or it's people. ::looks to D'rall:: There are more than a few onboard this very ship. [19:24] WR> Kidding you? No, not kidding you. [19:24] WR> ::leans back in her seat, stunned:: [19:24] ::smirks slightly, tossing the last piece under the cover and stowing the wheel barrow beside it:: Not physically too old, perhaps. ::heads for the cottage door:: Can I get you something to eat or drink? [19:24] Reor`sa> ::catches a floater and gives the Braid operator a wan smile:: The marketplace, I think. Thank you. [19:25] ::grins:: That is true. Ah if it's no trouble I wouldn't mind a beer to be honest. As for something to eat, I'm not really all that hungry at the moment. Thanks though. [19:25] Reor`sa> ::Savant cocked an eyebrow, but didn't comment or get up. After all, he had to rely on organic sensing systems, which were rather primitive at best:: [19:25] WR> ::looks lost in thought for a bit:: [19:26] WR> Personally, I don't understand the reasoning behind such a call by the Presdient, but I uphold his free will to make such a decision. I will not be laying down my Starfleet commission, in fact I deem to uphold it by setting out to do what our goal here should always be. To return this ship to where it came from, and bring it's people home. [19:26] WR> We will be returning to the Milky Way then Commodore? [19:26] WR> ::it's slight, but Kennedy nods:: [19:26] ::nods and enters the cottage, passing through the small vestibule and into the common area, and through that into the kitchen where he opens the refrigeration unit and withdraws two bottles of what is presumedly Reorsan draught:: [19:27] WR> ::raises one eyebrow, creasing his brow further, as he looks at Daren and D`rall again:: [19:27] ::gets off the floater and tips the operator as he exits:: [19:27] WR> ::looks at the Starfleet emblem sitting on her chest and takes it off, holding it in her hand:: [19:27] Reor`sa> ::Savant found herself far too occupied at the moment to worry about the vagaries of social interaction. Instead, she found herself pressed with a much larger problem - the impending death of the universe as she knew it. Being a denizen of said universe, she had decided this was a bad idea, and was in the process of trying to find a way out of the situation:: [19:27] E> ::listens to the message and looks around engineering:: [19:27] ::finishes unloading the cart while Ironside is inside:: [19:28] Reor'sa> ::exits the government building, wading through an extremely dense crowd:: [19:28] ::stares at the screen, listening attentively, his console fogotten for now:: [19:28] WR> As much as it pains me to say so, I do not believe those Reorsan officers that we accepted to serve on board this vessel in good faith, will be allowed to continue here. ::glances at D'rall, then looks away:: [19:28] Reor`sa> ::thinks about what the doctor told him, staring off into the sky without quite realizing it:: [19:28] WR> No Captain, it's quite alright. You've made your decision, and now I must make mine. [19:29] WR> Some of my most talented officers are from the planet Reorsa...::turns to D'rall:: You'll have a chance to speak Lieutenant...when I'm done. [19:29] ::re-emerges from the cottage and walks over the melding of rock and grass back to thes hed, handing Bentall one of the bottles:: To tell you the truth, the short time I've spent here has me questioning the usefulness of returning to work under this alliance of civilian governments. [19:29] WR> ::sighs as she stands:: Captain, with all due respect, you can't order me to do anything right now. ::tosses the commbadge on the table:: [19:30] WR> We can throw you out of the room if you would prefer ::looks over at the irate Lieutenant:: [19:30] Reor'sa> ::checks out the wristband communications device he was issued:: +taps+ Savant, from Drexler. [19:30] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:30] WR> ::remains uncharacteristically passive through this whole affair, though he seems to be watching D`rall carefully:: [19:30] WR> I cannot abandon my people. And I wish you all the best of luck in getting home. ::finally dares to look at the Captain:: With your permission, I'll gather my things and report to the transporter room to report to the picket. [19:30] WR> ::considers the implications of D'rall's actions, thinking of how to pull herself out of harm's way if need be:: [19:31] ::accepts the bottle and takes a long drink, smiling:: Nice brew. ::nods and adds:: I've been thinking on that much since we got back. Part of me thinks it's time to retire and return to being a civilian. The other part of me still hungers for the captains chair and the adventure. But with the way thigns were handled ::pauses:: I don't really know. [19:31] Reor`sa> ::Savant replies with a pleasant purr from Drexler's wristwatch:: Yes, Sieven? [19:31] WR> ::relaxes imperceptibly:: [19:31] Reor'sa> ::blinks a bit, then holds the wristband up to his ear:: +taps+ Savant? [19:31] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:31] Reor`sa> ::hops out of the floater near the marketplace and walks out of the station:: [19:31] WR> I don't understand, ::looks to D'rall::, I'm not ordering you to do anything. I am agreeing with you. Following this meeting, Coronado will leave the nebula, make it's course for Reorsa and drop off you and your fellow Reorsans. [19:32] Reor`sa> ::A Little louder:: Do I need to raise the volume? [19:32] WR> If you would prefer to join the Science packet however, that is your own decision. Though I don't think they are leaving the nebula anytime soon. [19:32] Q> ::stretches and puts the PADD aways, deciding to go for a walk:: [19:32] WR> ::confused look:: But you just said, your mission is to get Coronado home. [19:32] ::listens carefully, then glances around the bridge at the other officers, wondering what they're thinking:: [19:33] Reor`sa> ::Savant stood up and stretched a little, raising herhand to flag down the passing floater car and getting in:: [19:33] Indeed. ::takes a sip from his own bottle and indicates they should move around the cottage to the other side and to the deck, and speaks as he walks:: The manner and speed with which the President issued his ultimatum is one of the driving forces behind my belief of the futility that we now face in averting disaster. [19:33] Reor'sa> ::frowns:: +taps+ No. ::continues moving away from the crowded square, towards the park:: Just testing this comm device they gave me. It's...different. [19:33] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:33] * CREN_Farley (~cccurtis@dsta-ag208.pivot.net) Quit (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [19:33] ::enters a newly set up bar, filled with humans, most looking like fleeters and marines, EX-fleeters and marines:: [19:34] Reor`sa> ::She replied to Drexler politely through the closed circuit, sitting placidly in her car:: +taps+ Very different. Feels strange. [19:34] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:34] WR> That's correct. However, at this moment, the Milky Way is a bit far away. I will make it my mission to continue unlocking the mysteries of Xanadu that will allow this ship to travel home. [19:34] Reor`sa> ::stops near a public communications terminal and considers the device for a few minutes, trying to decide who he would call and what he would say:: [19:34] WR> ::looks around:: Does anyone else have anything to say...or, questions perhaps? [19:34] WR> Isn't that problematic? Aren't we required to immediately vacate their territory? Does that not preclude continued investigation? [19:35] WR> ::nods:: And that cannot be my mission. I joined Coronado to liberate my people, and stayed to protect my people. If that is no longer its mission... then I am no longer needed. ::sad smile:: I will take you up on your offer for a ride to my home. [19:35] ::follows along nodding at Ironside's words:: I would hope they would have at least been paying attention to Tebrun's reports on the situation. If they were hopfully they've dispatched sience teams to investigate. To be honest they may be better suited to investigate the whole thing. If not, well perhaps we'll be asked to join what ever fleet they maybe putting together. [19:35] Reor`sa> ::She reached forward and placed some money into the Braid drivers' payment jar, adding a healthy tip as she murmured where she wanted to go:: [19:35] E> ::turns back to his work:: Alright people lets get back to work weve got a lot of things to do [19:35] WR> ::nods at Kennedy's words:: If we're in their land, we're outlaws. [19:35] Reor'sa> +taps+ I knew there was a good reason for not giving up my commbadge so quickly... ::feels a breeze coming from the nearby ocean, then glances around:: Anything interesting happening? [19:35] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] Reor`sa> +taps+ Not a blessed thing... wonderful, isn't it? [19:36] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:36] WR> Currently Xanadu is outside of Reor'sa space is it not? [19:36] WR> There is a bit of a grey area to be sorted out, but this nebula doesn't expressly fall under the territory of any of the Alliance worlds. Nor does Xanadu. In point of fact, the asteroid vessel Xanadu can trace it's lineage back to Starfleet...or forward, or..::shakes his head:: it's a grey area. [19:36] ::takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly, watching the faces on the screen and wondering what he's going to do himself:: [19:36] WR> ::nods:: And yes Colonel, that is correct at my last understanding of it's location. [19:36] * CREN_Farley (~cccurtis@dsta-ag208.pivot.net) has joined #uss-coronado [19:36] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v CREN_Farley [19:36] ::takes up a seat amongst them at an empty table after getting himself a glass of water:: [19:37] Reor'sa> +taps+ ::pause:: I'm not sure I fully agree. To be honest, I'm rather bored, and getting quite full of hearing rumors about the future. [19:37] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:37] WR> ::hangs behind the seat she had been sitting in, hands on it, torn between seeing if anyone else is for Reor yet the knowledge that as a civilian, she has no true right being here:: [19:37] ::walks onto the deck and takes a seat in one of the chairs, leaning back and looking out over the lake as a watercraft goes by, towing what appear to be two children riding floatation devices:: They will have to familiarize themselves with Xanadu to the extent that we were familiar, and that will take time that none of us have. And there is always the risk of the Advocate retreating back to the Nexus [19:37] WR> The Flag as we have all previously known it, is no longer. They have resigned their Starfleet commissions in the possibility of being offered Reorsan posts at some future date. [19:37] WR> ::listens silently:: [19:37] Reor`sa> ::Savant sat back, running through scenarios in her head, and in local memory. Timelines, and alternatives. Part of her brain replied to Sieven idly::You ought to look at doing something to liven things up, then. [19:38] WR> My inkling is that I am not going to be the only Starfleet Commander that feels this way...if I am mistaken, then so be it. But there must be other Starfleeters out there committed to going home. [19:39] Reor'sa> +taps+ ::grins slightly, walking along a long, tree-lined path through the park:: Steal a slipstream packet and head back to Xanadu? [19:39] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:39] Reor`sa> ::approaches the public communications terminal at least, with at least a first step in mind:: Holographic communications please. I'd like to talk to Savant. No last name. [19:39] ::sits down and looks out over the lake:: True. Well, Tebrun knows the importance of the situation, I'm sure he'll be assigned to the defense fleet and will suggest he resumes his efforts there. But as you say time is an issue. The other question I have is what will Daren do with Coronado? [19:39] Q> ::leaves quarters and heads for a stroll around the ship:: [19:39] WR> ::looks down at a dark spot on the table's texture, periodically glancing back up:: [19:40] WR> As your Captain and Commanding Officer I request that you assist me in the mission of getting this ship and crew home... ::looks around:: ...it's been the sole driving force behind my every action since the day I found myself here. And I hope it will continue to be yours. [19:40] ::his hand strays to his pocket where he keeps the holopic of Eveline, realizing that he really has no 'home' to go to:: [19:40] Reor`sa> She felt the civillian communications network pulling her in two directions, and tidily split off part of her brain in that direction. Her hologram appearead beside Tebrun, in the uniform she had always worn, sans insignia:: Hello, Tebrun. [19:40] WR> Is there anyone here that feels like resigning their Starfleet commissions? [19:40] ::snorts and takes another drink:: The Commodore has some of the strongest ties to the Milky Way of the commanding officers in our little fleet. He won't acquiese to the president's demands. At least not unless he's talked down by one of the Admirals. [19:40] Reor`sa> ::smiles a bit weakly:: Good morning, Savant. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. [19:41] Reor`sa> ::meanwhile, she replied mildly to Drexler:: +taps+ that's certainly an option, though I don't think that the locals would appreciate it. [19:41] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:41] WR> Captain, with your permission, may I say something? [19:41] Reor`sa> Of course, I'd be happy to. [19:41] WR> Of course. [19:41] *> ::walks towards the shuttlebay:: [19:42] WR> ::clears his throat:: I am not sure... ::looks over at the Captain:: My oath of honor to Starfleet is my bond... But the problem here will not be contained and our end will come at merely a later date if we do not fix the problems here [19:42] ::chuckles:: You are probably right. If he isn't talked down though I'd imagine he'll try to return to the Milky Way. If so, it'll give all Starfleet officers who want to return a ship to return in. Getting home though will be another matter, unless they ask the advocate about her offer. [19:42] Reor`sa> +com+ I need to arrange public transport to the Penthia Shipyards. I'm told that this new Alliance is going to honor all debts. I assume that means three years back pay, at the very least, so I assume I have the funds. [19:42] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:42] Reor'sa>::takes a drink of his water while a group of marines take up seat near him striking up conversation:: [19:43] WR> ::looks at those in the room:: I know many people onboard have families and loved ones in the Milky Way. And those people I wish luck. But any of you here who have no reason to return to the Milky Way other than to follow orders... then Starfleet has become an organization totally different than from the one I grew up hearing about. [19:43] WR> The way that the civillian government handled this situation reviles me to the core. They're actions could very well doom all that we have fought for [19:43] ::nods:: I don't imagine his will be the only ship to return, given the opportunity, which will further deplete the Reorsan resources for combating the Xur and dealing with the Xanadu issue. [19:43] Reor`sa> +com+ Can you make the arrangements to have the requisite funds transferred into some kind of account that I can access? [19:43] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:43] SB> ::walks into the shuttlebay and looks around:: [19:43] Reor'sa> +taps+ Well, if you hear of anything, let me know. I'm going to go... do something, I guess. ::glances around in vain:: [19:43] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:44] Reor`sa> ::she grinned widely:: +taps+ That's easy enough to arrange. I may no longer be subfleet logistics, but I still have some strings to pull. I'll have the accunt made and a flight scheduled... can I ask why you're going there? [19:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:44] WR> +taps+ Daren to helm, set course for Reor'sa and engage at slipstream at your earliest convenience. [19:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:44] WR> ::nods as Prescot speaks:: Yeah. I'm worried that the Xur will take advantage of this situation. It's not like they're going to stand by... and, call me crazy, but I'm not about to trust the popular assembly with our defence. [19:44] ::takesa drink and sighs:: I can only hope the Alliance won't try something so stupid as to commandeer those vessels. Even I would have a problem with that despite wanting to remain here rather then to return to the Milky Way. [19:44] Reor'sa> +taps+ Strangely enough... I don't remember it being like this. [19:44] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:45] Reor`sa> +taps+ ::to Drexler:: Don't remember it being like what, Sienve? [19:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:45] WR> You have a choice. The role of the Defenders is not ending... it is merely... changing. And I hope you won't feel pressured to turn your backs on the people of M64. ::takes off her pips:: [19:45] ((Sieven)) [19:45] Reor`sa> +com+ I need... I need to have a long talk with Kishrak, a talk that should be held in person. ::sighs:: Listen, Savant, the information is probably going to hit my medical records here on planet any minute now, so there's no sense keeping this from you. But I'm swearing you to secrecy. As a friend, if not an officer. [19:45] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:45] ::shakes his head:: They risk alienating those officers who have already resigned if they do. They must accept that those who choose to leave must leave. [19:45] Reor'sa>::they begin to talk about home, about they're experiences here in M64, old instructors at the academy:: [19:45] WR> ::tosses the pips on the table, then turns and quietly but quickly leaves the room:: [19:45] WR> ::looks to D'rall:: I'm going to have to ask you to return to your quarters now. That is, unless you feel like doing the reverse: resigning your Reorsan Commission and joining this Starfleet. ::grins:: I didn't think so. [19:46] YEs but [19:46] Reor`sa> ::her mood got serious, and her hologram reflected the fact:: What's wrong, Tebrun? [19:46] Reor`sa> +com+ I'm dying, Savant. Terminal Jau Maret Syndrome. My symbiont-host connection will be cut sometime soon, probably in the next few weeks. [19:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:46] WR> ::thinks so hard me mummbles something:: [19:46] E> ::flits around engineering attempting to get the ship ready for the days ahead:: [19:46] *> ::heads towards the nearest turbolift, her mood a strange jumbling of fear, excitement, and sorrow:: [19:46] WR> A lot of my decisions will be dealt with on who becomes the our superiors if we were to join with this "Defenders." I have seen too many men get killed because of beaucrats and their decision making, if they insist on having some of their men staying onboard to make sure that we do things in the best interest of Reor`sa. I might as well Join the Romulans and deal with their Political Officers [19:46] ::nods:: I agree but with the actions already taken, I wouldn't put it past them to try but as you say hopfully they'll be smart about it. In the mean time I'm waiting to see if they'll at least ask me to join the Alliance fleet. What ever they end up calling it. I'd imagine they have glut of command capable officers at the moment. [19:46] =.\ction= Coronado turns in the nebula and generates a slipstrem conduit to Reorsa. It's escort vessels follow closely along. [19:46] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:47] Reor`sa> +com+ The symbiont will live, of course, but I... but Tebrun... Tebrun needs to get his affairs in order. [19:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:47] SB> ::wanders around the shuttlebay checking in on the aircraft:: [19:47] Reor'sa> +taps+ Being like this. The formation of the Alliance. I was there, once. [19:47] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:47] Reor`sa> ::Savants' hologram stood dumbly for a moment as she struggled to formulate a proper responce to what he had said:: [19:47] Not a great deal with the ability to coordinate at a fleet level, however. ::finishes his bottle and places it on the deck beside him:: [19:47] ::stares down at his console for a long time, trying to decide between his loyalty for his Captain, and the new loyalty recently formed of a much more personal nature:: [19:48] TL> ::steps onboard:: Deck 4. [19:48] WR> ::looks around, then to Prescot:: The Camelynians have stood with the Reorsans. Those Camelynians in M64 that is. But you are a Starfleet Officer, Colonel...and I'm asking for your continued allegience. [19:49] Reor`sa> ::After a moment, the emotional strain registered on her face and she let out a slow breath before replying:: Tebrun. . . I've already had to deal with you almost dying once before... [19:49] WR> ::looks around:: DOes anyone else have anything they would like to say? [19:49] WR> ::raises:: [19:49] WR> Commander Farley? [19:49] WR> Indeed. ::folds his arms across his chest:: I need time to think of it. [19:49] WR> What do you need from engineering sir? [19:50] ::nods and finishes his beer as well:: That's what I fear the most. I do have that experience now but I'd rather command a single vessel rather than a fleet. But at this point who nows if I'll even be offered a job. ::pauses:: Then there is the mystery behind my death and resurection. Somehow I feel it's tied to the 4th Chamber but I haven't been able to connect those dots yet. [19:50] WR> ::looks to Prescot:: As a friend and colleague, I will give you what the Reorsan President did not give us: time to think. [19:50] Reor'sa> +taps+ ::doesn't hear Savant respond immediately, so continues:: I just wish I could remember why it was different in the other timeline. [19:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:50] Reor`sa> ::leans against the terminal:: +com+ I'm not sure what to tell you, Cap-- Savant. Unlike you, I am mortal. And the damage done by the Watchers to my symbiotic link is permanent and accelerating. I need to get to Kishrak. Can you help me? [19:50] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:51] Then perhaps you may wish to inquire as to a posting on the team investigating Xanadu and the 4th Chamber? That would give you the opportunity to both work towards saving the universe and discovering the truth about yourself. ::smirks:: [19:51] WR> ::grins at Farley:: AH, that's a Starfleet man! Soon we'll be out of the nebula ad back to normal space...please make sure the slipstream midifications can be undone so that they don't cause a problem once we leave here. [19:51] WR> You got it. [19:51] Reor`sa> ::She gave him one emotional look before smoothing over it:: Of course, Tebrun... I've got the account almost set up right now. [19:52] WR> ::takes the notes:: [19:52] Reor`sa> ::She replied to Tebrun after a good long pause:: It's a different timeline, Sieven. Of course it won't be the same. [19:53] ::returns the smirk:: Possibly. Perhaps I can get command of the defense force there. I had a science team look at the device the old Professor developed before he vanished when we were still in the Milky Way and as far as they can tell it should not have worked. The fact that a braid activated it and it worked and then that braid vanished... Too many coinsedences. [19:53] Reor`sa> +com+ Thank you, Savant. I'm going to head for Fisher's Landing Spaceport presently. [19:53] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:53] *> ::leaves the shuttlebay and starts walking towards the mess hall:: [19:53] WR> ::nods:: ALright, I believe that concludes everything I had to say. On the subject. Some of us have more thinking to do than others. I thank you all for your continued loyal support of the Federation. [19:53] Reor'sa> ::nods to himself, then sighs a bit in frustration as he begins walking across the bridge to the southern side of the metropolis:: [19:53] WR> Meeting adjourned. [19:53] WR> ::gets up and stands for a min.:: [19:53] Reor`sa> ::She nodded once to him:: I'll try to have the tickets ready by the time you get there. [19:53] WR> ::bows to the Captain as he stands:: Thank you sir. I will be in my quarters for a little while thinking. [19:54] ::nods:: Take your time, I'll take this bridge shift. [19:54] WR> ::breathes out, not once having looked at the PADD still gripped tightly in his left hand:: [19:54] Reor'sa> +taps+ Going back to Xanadu still seems better than staying here and waiting. [19:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:54] ::frowns and nods, remembering that numerous Braids had vanished in the path and had never been found, and stopped himself from thinking about the reasons behind that, instead preferring to look out over the lake, at the rows of trees on the opposite shore:: [19:54] Reor`sa> +com+ Thank you again, Savant. Oh, and I'm at the marketplace. Send the account numbers to... ::glances down the lane:: Connie's Computers. I'll be heading there presently. Need to pick up a couple of things. [19:54] WR> ::stands and walks toward the exit, thinking for the first time in a good long while that she might actually see her children again:: [19:54] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:54] ::takes out a PADD and begind drafting an "Open Letter to the Reorsan Civilian Government":: [19:54] Reor`sa> ::Savant came back to her body to see a cluster of cords staring at her from behind the drivers' seat. She stared back at him dumbly before hurriedly getting out of the cab:: [19:54] 4> ::resolutely walks down the hall, having accepted her decision as being correct:: [19:55] WR> ::exits out and moves into the nearest turbolift, calling out the deck for his quarters:: [19:55] ::sighs:: Ah, sorry, I shouldn't even worry about it now. This is the first break I've had in months. ::looks out at the lake:: You think there's any fish out there? [19:55] Reor`sa> +com+ All right. It'll be there. ::She smiled weakly at him through the communication before rasing a hand to wave, then disappearing:: [19:55] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:55] ::stands and heads back towards the main bridge, smiling very slightly:: [19:55] WR> ::exits heading towards engineering:: [19:55] Reor`sa> ::disconnects from the public terminal, thumbing the reader and giving the on-screen bill the tiniest smirk before turning down the lane:: [19:56] ::nods:: There are. Caught supper yesterday. Interesting looking creatures - not unlike a multi-finned trout from Earth. [19:56] ::starts composing a message, resigning from Starfleet, and signs it, then calls for a relief officer to come to the bridge:: [19:56] TL> ::enters TL:: Engineering [19:56] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:56] Q> ::enters her quarters, checking the computer for any new personal messages:: [19:56] ::passes Prentiss coming onto the bridge:: Morning, Zach. [19:56] ::smiles:: I'll keep that in mind. Haven't been fishing since I was a kid.... Well, I've been holodeck fishing but that doesn't count. [19:57] ::looks back to the Science station as Brooks returns:: Lieutenant...you were a bit quiet in there. How are you feeling given this new...scenario? [19:57] E>::is in side the slipstream core scanning the modifications made for the nebula trip:: [19:57] WR> ::stands up, far more slowly than usual, as he walks onto the Bridge and motions to Crewman Jones that he's relieved:: [19:57] Reor`sa> ::Savant stood on the curb of the sidewalk in the Marketplace crowd, and caught herself staring up at the golden sky, retracting her consciousness from the network around her:: [19:57] Reor`sa> ::makes his way toward the aforementioned computer shop and then enters:: [19:57] *> ::steps out into his quarters moving quickly down towards his quarters:: [19:57] No amount of time on a holodeck will ever compare to the real thing - that is one thing Starfleet has never been able to improve. ::grabs his and Bentall's bottles and retreats inside to dispose of them:: [19:57] ::chuckles as Ironside goes inside:: [19:58] M> ::returns to sickbay:: [19:58] *> ::walks into the mess hall and replicates a sandwich to eat:: [19:58] TL> ::enters engineering and heads to the office:: [19:58] ::glances at the Captain, then moves over to the tactical station, leaning forward on the display, paying little attention to the image recognition against the solid blue displayed on the exterior monitors:: [19:58] Reor`sa> ::realizes he should have asked Savant what happened to the Maret symbiont and then decides it doesn't much matter:: [19:58] Reor'sa> ::stops and gazes out towards the spaceport from the bridge, being able to count at least ten inbound shuttlecraft lined up in the sky; he realizes Savant didn't respond again:: +taps+ Savant? [19:58] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:59] Q> ::seeing nothing, sighs and settles down in the chair:: [19:59] E> ::steps out of the core area and walks back to his consol:: [19:59] Reor`sa> +taps+ yes? [19:59] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:59] *> ::sits down at a nearby table and starts to eat:: [19:59] ::returns with another two and hands one to Bentall, remaining standing at the edge of the deck, taking another drink from the bottle:: [19:59] ::shrugs towards Daren:: I don't see how it effects things very much, Captain. We'll have to be more concerned with things like supplies and such, though I'm personally glad that we're returning to a Starfleet crew. [20:00] Reor'sa> +taps+ ::continues walking south:: Am I boring you? [20:00] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:00] ::nods at Brooks and turns, moves slowly over to Daren and hands him the PADD, knowing that for him, this is the right decision:: [20:00] E> ::lets his hands dance over the consol entering the readings:: [20:00] Reor`sa> +taps+ Oh, no Sieven. I'm sorry. I'm distracted. [20:00] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:00] Reor`sa> ::over the next few minutes, purchases a pair of PADDs, a small wrist computer, a larger workstation, a civilian-issue tricorder, and a wrist comm:: [20:00] ::accepts the bottle and takes a drink:: Thanks. Good brew, first time I've had it. ::stares out over the lake:: [20:00] Reor'sa>::shares a few laughs, some fond and not so fond memories:: [20:00] ::nods at Brooks then turns to Prenstiss and accepts the PADD:: Thank you Crewman. [20:01] Reor'sa> +taps+ Okay. ... ::can't help but ask, being as bored as he is:: Something happening? [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] Me too. ::smirks:: Braids have been keeping the place kept up since I purchased the place. [20:01] ::waits for him to read it:: [20:01] Reor`sa> ::She paused a short while before replying, as she tried to come up with a way to keep from telling him what she had found out:: +taps+ Not really. [20:01] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:01] E> ::sits at the desk thinking:: [20:02] ::nods:: I should see if there are any available properties around the lake. Might be nice to have a place of my own to come home to now and then. [20:02] ::approves a few items, looks at Prentiss:: I see there were more Reorsan personnel onboard than even I was aware of... [20:02] ::picks up her collapsable stave from where she usually keeps it in the desk drawer when not wearing it and toys with it idly as she moves on to the next point of concern::: [20:02] << were = are >> [20:02] *> ::scans around the mess hall while eating:: [20:02] Reor'sa> +taps+ Too bad. ::a few beats:: So have you been hearing the same rumors I have? [20:02] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:02] You're going to have to convince the government to give you your back pay first. ::stretches:: [20:03] Reor`sa> ::makes arrangements to have the whole mess, minus the wrist comm and one of the PADDs, floater-shipped to the spaceport:: [20:03] Reor`sa> +taps+ Which rumours are those? I hear a lot of rumours. [20:03] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:03] ::nods:: Shouldn't be an issue from what I've been told. But we'll see. If things were going to be bad for us we wouldn't be sitting here I'm sure. They'd have us locked up somewhere. [20:03] Reor`sa> ::Savant begins to walk slowly down the lane... before, she had a destination, but at present it didn't seem appropriate.:: [20:03] Would have been interesting to see them try that... ::amusedly as he takes another drink:: [20:04] ::looks at the list:: It'll be rough to see them go. In all my years here, I've never seen anyone drive this ship quite the way Ms. D'rall did... [20:04] ::strapping the stave to her wrist, sets about packing up her posessions:: [20:04] ::having stared at a single spot on his display for several minutes, he finally looks up, awkwardly, at the helm station, seeing Stackpole's shape in stark contrast to what he would normally see:: [20:04] ::nods:: Yes sir, quite a few. ::pauses:: It has been an honor serving with you and this fine crew. I'm sure I shall miss it, but...I honestly have nothing to return home to. I've decided to stay here. [20:05] Reor`sa> ::exits the store and heads back to the public terminal, armed with his new account number stored in his PADD:: [20:05] ::logs into the science consoles, looking at the lack of information coming in from the sensors, and greatly anticipating their exit from this blasted nebula:: [20:05] ::chuckles:: Now that you mention it I think you're right. Those of us that willingly resigned from Starfleet would probably have reconsidered. I know I would have. [20:05] Q> ::sighs as he enteres into his quarters, moving over to his plaque were he has his proof of knighthood resting on the wall:: (m) What am I going to do now... ::curses a bit before sitting down at his nearby desk:: [20:05] Reor'sa> +taps+ Well, besides the ones about the Boratis taking command of some of our ships... ::shudders:: Or that the Pfhor are back, and this is all a conspiracy to conquer us. ::grins at the last one:: [20:05] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:06] Reor`sa> +taps+ As far as I can see, the fleet is gathering in good order. You can put the rumours to rest I think. [20:06] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:06] ::looks to Prentiss:: Really? Well, I certainly welcome your support...please get busy drafting your resignation. Also, go down this list and seeif any of the others are interested in doing the same. We'll transmit them when we are within range... [20:06] Reor`sa> ::contacts the spaceport and makes arrangements to be on the next packet to Penthia, frowning at the departure date:: Four days? [20:07] ::nods:: Will you be returning to the city today? I have several extra beds if you'd like to spend thenight. Even two in bunk-style if you're nostalgic for your academy days. [20:07] Q> ::doesn't have to pack much in the way of clothes, so that's a rather simple process of filling a small duffle bag. The hardest part is taking her paintings down off the walls:: [20:07] Reor'sa> +taps+ It was hard to get any info from government officials. ::sighs a bit:: I wanted to see if I could get my name in for a position involving Xanadu... if we don't get our old jobs back. [20:07] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:07] ::looks around:: Thank you for the invite. I think I'll take you up on it. Could use a night away from the crowds. [20:07] Reor`sa> I don't know about you, but I'm still going to work on this problem, regardless of whether they're letting me. My brain is in there, after all. and there's a lot on the line. [20:08] ::nods:: Although having the both of us in one location will likely increase the risk of the press managing to sneak around and find us. ::frowns:: [20:08] Q> ::access his computer and looks over the status of his Batallion... Wondering how many of his men have decided to stay and how many are leaving. [20:08] :: [20:08] Reor`sa> Spaceport rep> Sorry about that. Most of our packets are tied up so we're only running 25% schedules right now. Normally, there's a daily departure. [20:08] Yes sir, I will, and my resignation is already filled out. Just waiting to send it. I shall finish with the list first if that's alright? [20:08] Reor'sa> +taps+ That's good to hear. I'm worried about losing access to the Way and the Nexus. We should have at least been able to finish our talks. [20:08] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:09] Reor`sa> ::thanks the man and loads his ticket information into his new PADD, then heads back to the computer place to make the luggage arrangements:: [20:09] ::gathers the paintings and her easel in the center of the room, a little surprised at how little she has accumulated until she remembers that she came onboard quite literally with just the clothing on her back:: [20:09] < that>> [20:09] E> Gannsen can you come in here. [20:09] * ObsSharp (~Lewis_T_S@Toronto-HSE-ppp3744563.sympatico.ca) has joined #uss-coronado [20:09] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v ObsSharp [20:09] Reor`sa> ::Savant sat down on a bench again, looking blankly into the crowds. She had pulled most of her registers out of the networks around her, not wanting to be exposed to so much white noise. She did notice, however, that Tebruns' trip was being delayed. She struggled with the spaceports' departure quueue, to little effect.:: [20:10] E> ::walks into the CEO's office:: Sir [20:10] Reor`sa> +taps+ I'm worried about the universe being destroyed, myself. [20:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:10] E> Have a seat. [20:10] =.\ction= Some time later, Coronado exits the Nebula and returns to the stars of normal space. For those looking out a window, it is a VERY welcome sight! [20:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [20:11] E>::sits down:: [20:11]