[19:03] Captain, whenever you're ready. :) [19:03] where's... [19:04] LCARS, let's mooooooooove [19:04] * CoroLCARS =/\= CPCO_Daren has called: ATTENTION ON DECK =/\= [19:04] * 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!' [19:04] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] * CRXO_Tal snaps to attention. [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::attn:: [19:04] ::Attn:: [19:05] ::looks around:: [19:05] Evening, everyone. :) Welcome to what is likely to be a little mind-twister of an episode. ;) [19:05] Let's start with the sim briefing: [19:05] =Sim Briefing!= Please type "ack" after you've read it... [19:05] Stardate 240311.03: "Effect and Cause", Part 1, by Jester. [19:05] SUMMARY: Jjaro: embodiment of good, protectors, defenders. Jart: embodiment of evil, corruptors, betrayers. [19:05] Coronado had reached the Frant homeworld, based on the infomration downloaded from the Great Library of Alexandria by Lieutenant Brooks. Meanwhile, Rear Admiral Lora Kor and a small group within Xanadu were in the midst of Tebrun's zhian'tara, a Trill ritual involving the symbiont's former hosts. [19:05] However, both missions were interrupted by disturbances within Xanadu. An oscillation appeared in the twin singularities on which the asteroid-starship is "strung." We've seen these sort of oscillations before: they are a result of using the "Catapult," a system inside the Jjaro artifact. [19:05] Using the Catapult apparently links Xanadu with an alternate universe or timeline. When we've encountered this before, several Coronado crew members found themselves in an alternate timeline similar to our own, but with just enough differences that existing there was a bit odd... [19:05] Briefing complete. [19:05] * CRXO_Tal acknowledges with a salute. [19:05] ack [19:05] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack! [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:06] ackk [19:06] Ack, ack ack! [19:06] ack [19:06] ack [19:07] ack [19:07] Other than questions about where the sim begins, any questions? ;) [19:07] ::raises:: [19:07] ::raises:: [19:07] Colonel Prescot? [19:07] ::rais-lowers:: [19:07] so uh, do we look around and see any major differances when we start? [19:07] ::raises:: [19:08] That'd be a question about where the sim begins. You even used the word start. Lieutenant D'rall? [19:08] Are we playing ourselves? [19:08] Yep. :) [19:08] Commander Tal? [19:08] Where does the sim begin? ;) [19:08] ::smirks:: Anyone else? [19:09] ::raises:: [19:09] ::raises:: [19:09] Lieutenant? [19:09] * Marcy (~njmarcy@cdm-66-233-9-186.fayt.cox-internet.com) has joined #uss-coronado [19:09] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Marcy [19:09] Do we know ourselves and our timeline? [19:09] Or are we all amnesiatics? [19:09] * Marcy is now known as CRS2_Marcy [19:10] Your characters know what your characters know. You were on Coronado, Xanadu, or a shuttle, there was a bright flash of light and a sense of deja vu, and then... the sim starts. [19:10] Commander Tal? [19:10] I take it the odds are against us and the situation is grim? [19:10] ::snorts:: No more questions. Let's sim. :) [19:10] =.\= =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= SIM START =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= =.\= [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:10] * Savant is now known as ensc_Davies [19:10] =.\ction= You have a strange sense of deja vu, and also the slightly sickening disorientation that comes with going through the transporter at near-warp speeds, only much worse... [19:10] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:11] ::feels her entire body shudder as she feels twisted and pulled until she becomes aware again:: [19:11] ::stops and glances around, looking for familiarty:: [19:11] ::twists over, her gut clenching until it mercifully stops:: [19:11] * Savant (~mouse@24.66.44.227) has joined #USS-Coronado [19:11] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Savant [19:11] E> What the !@#$!!! [19:11] =Description= The planet you're standing on is probably class K or so... primitive plant-life, very cold, and the air is thin and dry... maybe 15% oxygen, maybe a bit more. The primordial swamps are here and there, and skims of algae line the surface. [19:11] E> ::is a bit... disoriented... finding himself on the floor...:: [19:11] ::Looks at the doctor, feels his knees buckle slghtly, and steps back:: computer, end program. [19:11] ::finds himself on one knee, one hand grabbing his stomach, one hand braced against the ground:: [19:11] ::rubs his forehead, trying to concentrate on something other than the desire to hurl:: [19:11] Ter> ::blinks hard, looking around the shuttle:: What the hell? Report! [19:12] =.\ction= Among this little slice of pre-history: perhaps two dozen people, visibly from Coronado and Xanadu. [19:12] ::finds herself face-first in...:::Eeeeeuych.... [19:12] ::coughs, shakes his head to clear it, and manages to push himself to his feet:: [19:12] FB> ::drops his tray of drinks and closes his eyes, wondering 'what now'?:: [19:12] ::gasps and blinks rapidly, looking about for the Admiral and his zhian'tara companions:: [19:12] ::Savant fizzles visibly, going very holographic, and losing almost all colour:: [19:12] ::ahem:: Pleasant..::stands slowly:: [19:12] ::frowns and takes immediate notice that he did not experience any major feelings this time through a transition... that in itself is almost as nauseating:: [19:12] Q> ::looks at the floor, which he seems to be sprawled out on, face down:: [19:12] E> ::stand back up, wondering what's up... and head to a console...:: [19:12] ::lowers himself to one knee and coughs a few times before shaking his head and slowly pulls himself up and looks around:: [19:13] ::rolls to her feet and blinks several more times:: Admiral! [19:13] =Description= There is absolutely no other animal life visible -- that is probably several million years off -- and no complex plants. The rock is either covered with the scummy water or a dry, flaky land-dwelling algae of some sort. [19:13] ::pushes himself to his feet:: [19:13] ::sniffs the air as he looks about, his eyes scanning the area:: [19:13] ::shrugs herself back up:: [19:13] ::scuttles over to Kor and helps him to his feet:: Admiral, are you well? [19:13] ::scans the others, quickly:: Where's Bentall and Ma'aru? Are they here? [19:13] ::looks around a bit before he notices the cold, his hands going to fists:: Were are we... [19:13] =Description= In particular, Coronado is not here, nor is Xanadu. It's a planet. Generally, they're made of dirt. [19:13] Interesting. ::pointedly:: [19:13] ::Savant looks about:: Well, this is disconcerting. [19:14] +taps+ tlaloco to bridge. WHat the blazes is going on? [19:14] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:14] Ter> That carpet tastes horrible... ::spits to get the taste out of her mouth:: [19:14] I don't think you'll find them, Olme. I can't feel any of the rest of my network. [19:14] Q> ::rolls onto his shoulders, then shoves off, landing on his feet:: [19:14] =Description= There is also no Teresa. You're on a planet. If you're chewing something, you're chewing the primitive algae. [19:14] where did everyone go, sav? [19:15] ::blinks:: What the hell happened to the shuttle? [19:15] ::She grinned weakly:: I'm hardly Memory Alpha at the moment, Olme. [19:15] I guess were not in engineering anymore Sky. [19:15] ::slowly stands:: I am... well enough, I suppose. Though disoriented. [19:15] ::looks at Daren, shrugging slightly, the reaches for the tricorder on her belt:: [19:15] ::Looks at Paqui:: not his fault, is it? [19:15] ::rubs the back of his neck, then tests his comm badge:: +taps+ Anyone receiving this transmission, please respond. [19:15] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:15] No, not his. [19:15] ::exhales, and begins to look around, trying to find a count of who is here and who isnt:: [19:15] ::look around...:: What?!?... Where.... [19:15] ::spits out the algae:: That's what I'd like to know [19:16] ::Savant looks over her hands:: I'm rather surprised that I'm here either, for that matter. [19:16] ::Paqui getting a little panicky, trying to reach out to some algorythm- [19:16] ::nods:: I believe that the crossover event has left us all a bit dazed and confused, sir. [19:16] ::blinks and looks around, puzzled:: ((Well, so much for serving drinks?)) [19:16] ::see's Sky:: You ok? [19:16] ::Marcy glanced around and sighed:: [19:16] ""after quickly scanning everything, he looks over at the admiral:: I can't see Bentall or Ma'aru, Tebrun. Are you without Belar and Timor? [19:16] There was that light... a gravimetric surge... and then.... [19:16] I'd say yes... if I was looking at the core.. but I'm not so... [19:16] ::hears the Commander and moves over:: Id say this goes beyond disorientation with the crossover... [19:17] * McC (~mcc@denali.ccs.neu.edu) has joined #uss-coronado [19:17] * CoroLCARS sets mode: +v McC [19:17] ::looks inward for a moment, then frowns:: I... I suppose I am. I don't... [19:17] sav, where are we? [19:17] **Looks around at his new shipmates and say** I know I am new onboard, but is this an everyday occurance around here? [19:17] ::Glances at Drexler as if that is one of the dumbest things she has heard in a while:: [19:17] ::finally clues into what;s happened and looks around:: [19:17] ::nods slowly:: I am without them. [19:17] * McC is now known as CRDR_Reed [19:17] ::Savant reasserts her hologram a little, the image gaining depth and substance:: I'm as clueless as you are, Olme. ::she smirked.:: [19:17] ::looks up and tries to determine the colour and age of the star this planet orbits:: [19:17] ::nods:: A familiar gravimetric surge...::looks around suddenly wondering if he's in an alternate universe:: [19:17] It sure isn't anything I've seen before. ::looking around:: [19:18] ::glances around, still a little dizzy from hopping to his feet, and instinctively reaches for his phaser -- of course, given that he's still in his sleepwear, it isn't there:: [19:18] What... where... [19:18] ::rubs his chin and starts walking towards a group of people that look familiar:: Well now, this looks like fun doesn't it? [19:18] ::frowns, vaguely remembering the feeling... and something associated with great pain with it... perhaps that being why she keeled over....:: [19:18] ::Paqui's mind, disraught, looks to jump into Sav's programming.:: [19:18] ::frowns, glancing over at Tal and judging her facial expression:: It's a legitimate question that could affect his judgement. [19:18] The Catapult activated, Tebrun. We've become cross-threaded, to use a euphemism. [19:18] ::stand near Farley, wondering what's up but needing to stay calm and with his departement for now on:: [19:18] poorly, I might add. [19:19] ::flips the tricorder open, and scans the general area, not really knowing what to look for first:: [19:19] =Description= The planet's star is a typical little yellow star, perhaps tinged with a bit of white. The sky is so blue as to be almost colorless. The thin air is cold and there appears to be nothing blocking the wind for miles in any direction. It's entirely possible that there isn't a tree on this entire planet. [19:19] ::::looks around and notes that there are various other groups of Coronado crew members scattered about:: Not sure, sir. But I believe that many of our fellow crew are scattered about this area. Perhaps... a square kilometer or so. [19:19] ::Right now, however, Savant has no programming to speak of - there's not a computer for her to be running on here:: [19:19] ::Maiko wry grin:: Coronado; chaos in any language. [19:19] Anyone know where we are? [19:19] Halodeck? [19:19] Well, wherever we are, we won't be meeting any inhabitants for several millions of years. ::hopping down off a rock:: [19:19] ::walks up to the admiral, tricorder in hand:: This planet does NOT appear in the planetary database. The readings I'm getting are unlike any recorded data we have. [19:20] Computer end program [19:20] ::pulls out her tricorder as well, thankful she didn't stow it when they returned to the shuttle:: [19:20] ::nods:: The Catapult, of course. ::turns to Marcy and nods:: Shift the tricorder to UV and pull in stellar radiation. [19:20] ::paqui is panicking:: [19:20] We can at least determine if we're still in M64 from that. [19:20] ::Out of amusement, Savant conjured a holographic arch for Ferres Mors' request:: [19:20] ::drops to a knee to get a closer look at the earth under the plants:: Very damp...::looks to Brooks:: What do you think...class K? [19:20] {{quiet, paqui-}} [19:20] ::presses two buttons.. ALPHA then Stellar Rad.:: [19:20] ::gets the feeling that he shouldn't have dropped those PPPs on the roof of the shelter as he approaches the group forming around the admiral:: [19:21] ::walks over to Farley and smiles:: Any idea where we are? [19:21] =.\ction= No computer responds to either Savant's nor Mors's requests. [19:21] ::kicks a rock and looks around:: At least we all agree that we dont know were we are.. [19:21] well, we aren't in the fourth chamber. [19:21] ::see's Prentiss coming over:: I haven't a clue. [19:21] I think that much is obvious...::looks up again:: [19:21] ::walks over to Canterbury:: You alright crewman? [19:21] ::glances at Marcy:: That tricorder's database will be extremely limited without a library computer to reference. I don't know exactly what you hope to accomplish other than determining if we are safe or not. [19:21] I'm not so sure it is, General. [19:21] Well, now I see why I didn't instantly count that as an option. [19:22] ::nods, not looking up from the screen:: It would appear so... there's organic life in those pools, but it's very basic [19:22] Anyone have a tricorder? [19:22] ::nods:: Hopped to my feet a little too fast. And, uh, I have no idea where my uniform is, sir. [19:22] ::points up:: No singularities. [19:22] :: Mors takes off his Mala and begins to say his beads as he instinctively walks close the the Admiral, reminiscent of his days in private security detail:: [19:22] ::supplemental to Tebrun's comment:: Assuming we're even on the same date. [19:22] ::sighs:: Well, I'd offer you a drink but I seem to have left it on the ship... [19:22] ::moves over with the rest of the group:: [19:22] Sir, the wavelength of this stellar radiation comes from a star in the Beta Quadrant...of the Milky Way. [19:22] Something's very wrong, Tebrun. Something is... diluted. [19:22] we're in the milky way. [19:22] ::shakes head:: I don't but ofcourse I'm almost the only one without it. ::look at two other with theirs...:: [19:23] That would explain why I can't feel The Watchers... [19:23] Oh great. We're home, just a little early for the party. [19:23] ::looks around at the local scenery:: This doesn't look familiar... at least nothing I haven't seen in person... ::aims the tricorder skyward to see if its optical scanners can pick out any stars through the blue of the sky:: [19:23] ::glances at Marcy:: Home... [19:23] ::swallows hard:: [19:23] (m) Back home at last... ::looks around:: [19:23] ::looks around:: Home where, though? Is there any way to determine where or when in the Milky Way we are? [19:23] ::Savant frowned and crouched down in a rather human manner, sticking a digital finger into a soup of water and algae:: [19:23] ::nods:: Widen your scan area...see if you can pick up any Federation comm lines...if we're here..there is a good chance others showed up here too... [19:23] ::looks:: You are wearing your uniform crewman. You sure you're alright? [19:23] Any stellar info in them that might pinpoint where we are? [19:23] Home when, as well. ::smirks:: [19:24] ::frowns:: If we're all here, then why isn't everyone from Coronado around? And everyone who was in Xanadu? [19:24] ::glances down:: Must've been daydreaming. ::chuckles weakly:: [19:24] ::hits ALPHA, Chron.:: [19:24] There is almost no Chi here, no life force, except ours [19:24] ::shakes his head:: (m) Temporal mechanics... [19:24] Maybw there's an amoeba I can step on that will void the woman I took to that first year formal. [19:24] ::she glanced over at Ferres with a grin:: I hope that doesn't preclude the possibility of life. [19:24] ::nods curtly and looks around again, unsure as to what to do:: [19:24] Do you know one? ::looks at Prescot and grins a little uncharacteristically:: [19:25] ::nods while listening:: [19:25] Aye... ::pulls up the appropriate communications channels on the tricorder:: [19:25] ::bends down and examines the ground curiously, feeling the affects of a sight headache:: (m) Dry as a bone here... [19:25] ::hmms, then hits DELTA, Comms.:: [19:25] ::smirks:: If I did, I would hire him on the spot [19:25] ::keeps the tricorder working on tracking position:: [19:25] ::Svant stood up, her hand ocming out of the sludge clean:: Well, the DNA of this planets' ecology is completely alien. I have no idea where it's from. [19:25] ::kneels down and scoops up a handful of dirt, examining it closely:: [19:26] Sir, I'm not reading anything like Federation standard, but I am picking SOMETHING up.. [19:26] ::leans over and scrapes some of the moss off a rock, and tests it against his tongue:: [19:26] Looks like Klingon [19:26] ::frowns at the results:: There's traffic, but it's..not. ::looks up at Daren:: Captain, it looks like it's Klingon. [19:26] Great. Primordial ooze and klingons. [19:26] =.\ction= As if defiance of Brooks's statement, three transporter pillars appear, then solidify as three people in Starfleet uniforms of a type not used for 30 or 40 years. They are maroon, with turtlenecks underneath them. [19:26] [CoroLCARS SOUND] [19:26] ::is about to tap his chest and stops:: Klingon? ::raises an eyebrow:: [19:26] Doesn't appear to be any sort of life in this dirt. At least, no animal life that is noticable - ::glances around at the sound of a transporter:: [19:26] ::immediately becomes more alert at the sight of the trasporters:: [19:27] ::sits down mere instants before the transporter beams appear:: [19:27] ::guages the moss' nutritional value against his survival knoledge, then spits it out:: Well, we can't live off of th....::stops:: [19:27] =Description= One is instantly recognizable as an Andorian, rank, Captain, female. Another woman with long dark hair is next to her, as is a man with blonde hair. [19:27] ::brings the tricorder down to say she wasn't able to get a lock on any stars given the daytime sky, and sees the new arrivals:: [19:27] ::clears throat:: I hate paradoxes.. I *hate* temporal mechanics altogether. [19:27] ::turns quickly to face the transporter beams, reaching for a phaser that isn't there:: [19:27] ::Savant raises and turns to the newcomers:: Good afternoon. [19:27] I am intune with the Chi; comsmic life force; i dont sense any here but us and the most elementry, but there is some new this planetoid, i can tell no more then that [19:27] Well that answers the 'when' question.... [19:27] ::turns to Daren:: Captain... [19:27] ::look up to those who appear out of no where...:: [19:27] ::mutters:: I hate time travel... [19:27] Well that tells us the time I would think. [19:27] ::to Tal:: tell me about it. [19:27] ::hits ALPHA, Bio.:: [19:28] ::freezes and stares at the group of Federation officers, his hand moving to his FM sword, instictively... then realizing its quite useless here in the Milky Way:: [19:28] ::points the device at the Andorian:: [19:28] ::looks to the new arrivals:: Greetings...I'm...Captain Daren...Federation Starship Coronado...and ::looks around:: You are? [19:28] Storsa> ::approaches Savant and Ironside:: Good morning, I suppose. ::looks Ironside up and down with a bit of a smirk:: Do you require assistance? [19:28] ::rubs his chin:: In a manner of speaking. [19:28] ::stands, having that familiar feeling he has with all temporal anomalies and looks at Farley:: Something's...off here. [19:28] Storsa> ::turns to Daren, chin dropping and eyes opening wider than normal:: Is that supposed to be a joke? [19:28] ::moves towards Ironside tenatively:: [19:28] Really off I would say! [19:28] ::looks the newly arrived Captain up and down:: [19:29] ::moves over towards the General, looking over the new arrivals:: [19:29] =.\ction= The dark-haired woman is running a tricorder over people, one by one. [19:29] ::Savant fizzled somewhat, her hologram was still not entirely substantial:: I don't suppose you've got a good solid heuristic network I coudl borrow? [19:29] ::catches the glance between Storsa and Daren, then can't help but begin laughing:: [19:29] ::stands up before the dark-haired woman approaches him:: [19:29] ::looks to Storsa:: He is not joking, Captain. He is who he says he is, and I - oh shit. [19:29] ::looks around:: At the moment, no I'm not in a particuarly joke-telling mood... [19:29] It has something to do with time, that much I can say sir. [19:29] ::looks to the admiral:: Sir, we're definatly in the past. This woman died in 2368. Captain Storsa, sir. [19:29] Davies> Captain, they are what they appear to be. Humans, for the most part. A Trill, an El Aurian. [19:29] ::nods:: Yeah well I guess we haven't seen the last of it just yet... [19:29] And space too. [19:29] ::stares, then scans the women with her own tricorder in turn:: [19:29] ::looks down at the tricorder and peers at his readings:: [19:30] ::clicks his tongue and looks at Tebrun grimly, whispering:: Temporal consequences. We need to be careful. [19:30] ::turns to Daren:: Time travel, sir. I thikn I can guess who she is by her reaction. [19:30] ::Savant smirks:: now now, Jeremey. ::she pauses, distraught:: Mr March, that's downright rude. [19:30] ::glares at Davies for lumping him in with the humans:: [19:30] ((Marcy, even)) [19:30] :: tlaloc pulls paqui in tight, while Paqui scans for a computer any computer:: [19:30] ::nods at Tal:: [19:30] ::Points at Savant:: *that* one, I have no idea. Oh, and an Andorian. [19:30] Storsa> ::looks at the assembled group as if they've quite lost it:: Well, "Captain Daren," I am Captain Storsa, Federation starship Coronado. [19:30] Storsa> "My" Coronado is in orbit of this planet. Would you mind telling me where yours is? [19:31] ::leans close to Daren, mumbling:: She's human. [19:31] ::nods once at the ensign and goes back to looking at Captain Storsa:: [19:31] Do not answer any more of her questions, sir. Temporal Prime Directive... [19:31] ::Savant pauses again, the program stopping, and flickering on the spot:: [19:31] ::crosses his arms and looks at Daren:: [19:31] ::approaches the rest of the group but seems content to remain silent for the moment, clearly evaluating the situation:: [19:31] ::smiles wrly:: Then it appears we have something in common. ::steps closer:: Perhaps now that we've gotten that out of the way you can tell us more about this place... [19:31] ::frowns, looking at the new arrivals even as she puts her tricorder back in its holster:: [19:31] ::rather covertly:: How so, Savant? I'm trying to do my job and get the info to those that need it. [19:31] ::looks back at Tal:: Since when have we ever cared about the Temporal Prime Directive in the past? [19:31] ::Savant doesn't reply to Marcy, for the first time in a long time stunned into silence:: [19:31] ::listens to the 2 time periods talk:: [19:32] ::a ship in orbit with a computer on board.. Paqui locks on:: [19:32] =.\ction= The blonde man pulls out a hundred-year-old phaser and points it at Daren. [19:32] ::think:: Are we in the past or the future?.. ::try evaluating it by the look of the others faces:: [19:32] ::puts himself between the Captain and the blonde man:: [19:32] Markov> Perhaps you would be so good as to answer the Captain's question. [19:32] ::Davies steps a few steps away, distracted by some unusual reading on the ground:: [19:32] ::tilts his head at the phaser:: [19:32] ::glances at the phaser, then at Storsa:: Captain, I believe what Mr. Daren meant to say is that the proper question is 'when' our Coronado is. Beyond that....we have rules that bind our tongue for temporal reasons. [19:32] It loks like we are in the past back in home land? [19:32] ::Mors step infront of the General [19:33] ::looks at Farley:: You mean on Earth? [19:33] ::fingers his obsidian knife:: [19:33] . . . mother? [19:33] ::raises his hands:: That's a little...too personal. There's no reason for that...really...we are like you...peaceful. [19:33] This being Earth... I can't belive that [19:33] Maybe not on Earth but back in our own system or very close to it? [19:33] ::blinks and glances over at Savant:: [19:33] ::moves to the Captain's side, speaking quietly:: Those uniforms look familiar? Say, something out of the Museum of History on Reor? [19:33] May be... [19:33] Storsa> I see... you're from the future, then. ::is clearly skeptical:: [19:34] ::steps up beside Daren:: You people know as well as we do that we cannot answer questions about our origin except in the most general of terms. Temporal Prime Directive of 2376 prohibits any Starfleet officer from interferring in past events. [19:34] A casual scan of our equipment ::indicates the tricorders about and their communicators:: should give you cause to believe us, however I ask you delete the readings as soon as you are....::frowns as Tal mentions a year:: [19:34] Clearly... ::looks the three over:: [19:34] ::Davies reaches into a pocket and extracts a small vial, scooping out a sample of algae from one of the sludge ponds. She muttrs to herself:: I can see some potential in this... [19:34] Captain I don't think he ::points at the blonde man:: appreciates any talk of his Captain dying sir. Can't say I blame him all that much. [19:34] ::winces to herself at her slip:: [19:34] I doubt we can start quoting rules from a rulebook written after these people clearly believe to be the present. [19:34] Storsa> ::turns to look at Tal:: Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. So far, all I see are a bunch of people in ridiculous costumes 70 light-years behind Klingon lines. [19:34] ::turns to D'rall:: I never had the chance to attend an exhibit there... [19:35] Storsa> It's a lot more likely that you're smugglers than from the future. [19:35] ::Savant takes a step back, flickering. She looks over at Sieven:: [19:35] Markov> ::nods at this conclusion:: [19:35] 2275... through 2300, I believe. ::watches Savant, speaking to Tebrun who is next to him:: [19:35] If we are smugglers, Captain, where is our contraband? [19:35] ::to Daren, sotto voce:: Almost exactly the same worn by my ancestors. [19:35] ::paqui continues to play in the simple computer above the planet:: [19:35] Or our ship for that matter.. Or are we such good smugglers that we need no ship to haul our goods [19:35] ::moves up to the line where they are talking:: [19:36] ::stares at Storsa, then spreads her arms, indicating that area around them:: Smuggling what, exactly? [19:36] ::adjusts her meditation robes:: Scan our chronometric signatures. [19:36] ::Savant returns her eyes to Davies, who thus far has been entirely clueless of the attention:: [19:36] ::wonder what's going on as he'S too far to hear anything:: [19:36] ::quietly, to Tal:: Commander, I highly doubt their equipment is designed to scan chronometric signatures. [19:36] Except mine. It'd just confuse you. [19:36] ::thinks:: Captain, by the looks of their uniforms they wouldn't be all that friendly with the Klingons. What are they doing 70 light years inside klingon space? [19:36] Markov> ::looks at Brooks and sniffs:: Artifacts that you've looted from Qo'nos, obviously. Or is it just a coincidence that you're less than 4 light-years from Qo'nos? ::sneers:: Now where is your ship? [19:36] ::tries to keep from thwapping Tlaloco:: [19:37] ::thinks back to everything she remembered learning of Starfleet history while growing up, the stories her grandparents told her:: [19:37] ::Davies scanned the vial with her boxy tricorder, frowning and hitting the device with the side of her hand:: damn thing... [19:37] ::follows Farley and stands slightly behind him, looking at the strangers curiously:: [19:37] ::shrugs at Shar:: [19:37] ::closes his mouth as everybody begins putting forth explanations and methods of verifying their story, and looks over his shoulder at the Admiral:: [19:37] ::shakes his head at Markov:: Even your primative sensors could detect our ships warp signature.. IF we even had a ship... did you sense one before? [19:37] ::tries to recall some of his history lessons from the Academy:: [19:38] ::Savant blinked a few times, returning to the present situation. She spoke up.:: I hardly think you'll find a person of my design in your current age, Captain Storsa. [19:38] Artifacts..from Qo'nos.. with controls written in English.. Interesting concept, Mr? [19:38] ::looks pained, but steps forward:: Captain, I believe I can settle this. [19:38] ::looks at the Admiral and takes one step back:: [19:38] Storsa> ::turns to Lora Kor:: Oh? Go ahead. I'd love to hear this. [19:38] ::stay behind as he's not suppose to be hearing too much of this...:: [19:38] ::sighs in relief as Tebrun steps forward:: [19:38] ::has clearly seen these uniforms before, and seems to be unphased by them:: [19:39] ::nods in deferrence to Tebrun:: [19:39] ::aside to Paqui:: {{keep your brain out of the nice people's ship}} [19:39] ::wonders what the Admiral could possibly say to explain everything:: [19:39] ::nods:: Of course, Sir [19:39] ::looks at the Admiral and watches to see what he has in mind:: [19:39] ::Looks up at Storsa and the current situation. She was aware of the tension there, but cold see that it was under control:: [19:39] If you check your records, you'll note that there is a Federation colony on Pa'Zhera 3. The security code for the colony is 3-7-alpha- charlie-delta-2-4. It's confidential emergency frequency is 104.22. Its colony deputy administrator is a man named Dosim Kor. [19:40] ::gets a PADD from his back pocket and starts going through it:: [19:40] ::turns to Tebrun, her eyes wide:: [19:40] ::nods to the admiral... checking it for himself:: [19:40] I know these things because 100 years ago, I was Dosim Kor. We're telling the truth. We're from the future. How we got here... we don't know. If your ship was close enough to pick us up, however, I doubt it's a coincidence. [19:40] ::raises an eyebrow:: [19:40] Especially since that ship is Coronado. [19:40] ::nods:: [19:41] ::smirks slightly as the Admiral transforms the chaotic scene into a silent one:: [19:41] ::Davies looked over at the group, her eyebrow cocked as her attention was suddenly quite piqued:: [19:41] =.\ction= Markov frowns and takes a step back, clearly communicating with his ship. [19:41] ::pulls a PADD from his pocket and taps some buttons, pulling up some pictures of uniforms from this time period and shows it to Farley:: (w) These are the same. I've seen them before. [19:41] ::blink:: [19:41] ::looks at the PADD and nods:: [19:41] ::ponders for a second, but remains standing back, disarmed save his hands and toolless save his brain:: [19:42] ::recalls the images and the horror of Pa'zhera and bows his head, grimacing:: [19:42] ::dredges up a memory of a field trip to the museum, talking quietly behind everything:: We're somewhere in the timeline after 2285 - that's when these uniforms went into service... [19:42] ::to D'rall:: So we've narrowed it down to 15 years. [19:43] Markov> ::returns, still frowning:: There was a colony on Pa'Zhera 3. It was destroyed two months ago. The other details he provided ::indicates Kor:: are correct. [19:43] ::Davies put the sample vial into its sleeve and turned her tricorder scans back on the group with renewed vigor:: [19:43] Occidental history is not one of my strong suites, can some one please explain what is going on? [19:43] ::looks back to Markov and frowns:: Narrowed it down to the month, now. [19:43] ::winces, then nods:: Then it's April 2302 by Earth reckoning, because the colony was destroyed in February. [19:43] ::nods:: I'm afraid my knowledge of history from this era isn't all that great. ::sighs:: Then again, I never was one to think we'd ever find a way back to the Milky Way... [19:43] March, maybe April 2302? [19:43] ::overhears D`rall and moves over to them:: My memory of history keeps bring up something about an incident on one of the Klingon moons near this time. Could explain why this ship and her crew are so far inside Klingon space in a time were the Federation and the Empire weren't on the best of terms. [19:43] Two months ago... ::glances to Daren and whispers:: I would put us at April 2302, then. [19:44] Storsa> ::looks from Markov to Kor and back:: And the Coronado that he's ::points at Daren:: talking about? [19:44] ::looks at Storsa:: I think they're actually telling the truth, Captain. I don't think we can manufacture some of their equipment [19:44] ::curls his lip, listening to Tal, eyes focused on Storsa and Markov:: [19:44] ::finishes the statement:: ...won't have her keel laid down for 90 years, more or less, yes. [19:44] ::frowns:: 2302... ::shrugs:: The only event I can think of was the disappearance of Captain Montgomery Scott in 2295. [19:44] ::glances warily at Tebrun:: [19:45] And... the Enterprise-B was in service at this time. [19:45] ::thinks back and chuckles slightly to himself:: (m) Oh the stories I could tell... [19:45] Markov> ::looks at Storsa and shrugs, maybe unconvinced:: [19:46] ::she points at Prescots' false matter sword:: I don't know what *that* is. What' that for, exactly? It looks like an emitter. [19:46] Storsa> ::nods to herself:: Very well. I'll take your story on faith -- for the moment -- but in any case, you can't stay here. You wouldn't live long, if nothing else. [19:46] ::finds what he's after:: Sir. [19:46] ::gnaws on her lip in contemplation as she continues to whisper to Daren:: I think that our best bet of staying out of history's way is to remain isolated on this planet until we can be returned to our own time - if ever. [19:46] This? ::pulls it out:: Yes it is an emitter... But Im afraid its not working now [19:46] ::She frowned:: can I see it? [19:46] Storsa> Get your people together, and we'll beam you to Coronado. We'll get this straightened out at Starbase 24. [19:47] ::nods and turns to Daren:: You heard the Captain. [19:47] ::nods, turning to Tal:: Obviously, but without a ship and stuck on a planet how the hell do we do that? [19:47] ::nods:: Perhaps when we get back to the ship? [19:47] Wait a minute.. I picked up Klingon comm frequncies just a minute ago.. During this point in history the Klingons and Federation were on bad terms. [19:47] ::decides it would be odd being the Chief Tactical Officer from Coronado on a version of Coronado where he wouldn't be the Chief Tactical Officer:: [19:47]