[21:08] i say we run it in the lounge, which is an emergency shelter anyways. Those who dont' want to be there can do other things [21:10] comments? [21:12] Today's society is far to focused on self-image. [21:12] Oh, you mean on the aftersim... [21:12] good comment. [21:12] lol [21:12] yeah ^_- [21:14] sounds like deafening apathy.. how uncommon ^_- [21:14] guess we'll run with that, it's easy. [21:14] *Sim Start* [21:14] *** 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!' [21:14] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +m [21:14] *** Aggie is now known as Velorna [21:15] ::staggers into the lounge, still wrapped in the robe she appropriated from sickbay:: [21:15] ::idly flipping through cards in the lounge - a real pack of cards, ones she had put aside for just such an occaision:: [21:15] ::tries to ignore the residual twinge of pain in her head:: [21:15] *** Kari is now known as Brooks [21:16] ::Savant is sitting on her couch in sickbay as if nothing was wrong. A little insect-like robot was perched on her destroyed shoulder, effecting repairs:: [21:16] ::lays one hand upon her abdomen and the other upon the nearest bulkhead:: [21:16] ::stares out the back of the lounge at the growing energy field, comparing it with an image on a PADD:: [21:17] ::has a bottle of somekind with him and a glass that seems to have had a bit of use to it as he pours another drink, leaning back in a destroyed chair that lost its legs, stertching out his own on the ground:: [21:17] ::is only half-visible in the lounge, his legs and waist on the deck with his torso mostly in the hole where the deck plating has been removed in order to access a computer distribution node:: [21:18] ::Savant tilted her head to one side at an awkward angle as the little repair-bot pulled off a thick rubbery layer of synthetic skin to get at the machinery underneath:: [21:18] ::looks at the cards, then with an amused grin, takes two off the top and leans them up against each other:: [21:18] ::spies Tal as she walks in:: Commander. I see the doctor gave you some leave? [21:18] ::enters the lounge in a hoverchair, carrying a couple bottles of his special private stock with him and glances around to see who's here:: [21:19] ::BEside Ironside, another little mechanical spider held out a tool with two tiny pincers to within his grasp:: [21:19] *** Parts: Trooman (Joe@200.75.234.252) [21:19] ::brings his arm up out of the pit, mutter to himself as he pats the floor beside him, eventually finding the tool in the grasp of the little robot and bringing it down into the pit with him:: [21:19] ::staggers across the lounge and collapses onto a sofa in exhaustion:: [21:20] ::The little bot does its best to get out of Ironsides' way, and skitters up his arm to his shoulder:: [21:20] ((Was assuming that the bot came with the tool ^_-)) [21:20] ::takes another two cards off the top of the deck and pyramids them next to the first:: [21:21] ::Savant herself hummed quietly, a cheerful little tune, as she her little machines effected repairs:: [21:21] ::spots Prescot and glides over to him, setting one of the bottles on the table next to him with a nod:: Thought you might like this. [21:22] Lousy piece of no good...rotten...crap ::continues muttering as the computer node obviously fails to cooperate:: [21:22] *** Fraser is now known as Ironside [21:22] <> [21:22] <> [21:22] <> [21:22] Thanks ::nods once at Zachery:: You feeling better now? ::sips his drink as he looks over at the General:: [21:22] ::Beside his ear, the little spiderbot buzzes in a voice that's somewhat like Savant, but is too small a speaker to come out clearly:: Would you like me to work on that, General? [21:22] ::gingerly puts a card down over the tops of the two pyramids and leans back, proud of accomplishing even that much on the first try:: [21:23] No, thank you. I've started, I might as well finish... ::muffled, speaking upside within the small space:: [21:24] <> [21:24] ::nods and smiles:: Not too bad. Head hurts a little and the doc says I have to use this for a couple of days just to keep off my leg, but that's all. [21:24] ::The little robot hopped form his shoulder and onto the bulkhead beside him, clinging to the vertical surface:: I'll work on the power relays here, then. [21:25] ::nods, but isn't sure why, seeing as his head isn't visible:: [21:26] ::ponders the 'ranch' and decides to make it a two story affair, plucking two cards off the top and ever so cautiously pyramids them on top of the first layer:: [21:26] ::nods:: Good to hear it ::sighs and leans back in his chair:: [21:27] Enjoy the ale. It's from my private stock. I'm gonna go deliever this other bottle here. [21:27] ::The little drone chats as it works, prying off a small plate with its tiny cutter "mandibles:: and attaching it magnetically to a convenient surface, then leaning half inside:: How long do you suppose It'll take to get operational? [21:28] ::there is an electronic snap, then a curse, then a small puff of smoke that rises out of the pit:: ...a while. [21:28] mm I will some other time, but thank you for the bottle. Im only on a break as of now, and this is as much as I should have [21:29] ::rolls over on the sofa, staring out into the abyss, her eyes unblinking, her face like a mask of stone:: [21:29] ::The machine makes a buzzing sound:: Try a finer power tap. [21:29] *** Joins: Santiago (breathless@C9-dhcp-22-48.resnet.ucsc.edu) [21:29] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: +v Santiago [21:30] ::nods:: That's fine. Enjoy it when you have the time. I promise you'll like it. ::grins and turns, then hovers over to Maiko and stops a foot away from the table, not wanting to disturb her house of cards:: [21:30] ::working steadily as she gets the hang of it, erects a second row of cards next to the first, bridging the two with a double-card on top:: [21:30] ::Savant rolled her shoulder on her seat int he lounge and exhaled:: Much better. [21:30] Right. ::pauses:: Um....right. ::goes back to work, locating a power tap with a more discrete power level:: [21:31] ::sits up slowly, her face unchanged as she tries to stand and make her way to the viewports:: [21:31] ::leans back, smiling:: [21:32] ::sighs, and turns away from the viewport, grumbling:: [21:32] ::turns her face slowly towards Maiko, as if feeling the small bit of joy coming from the flight officer:: [21:32] There's a little rhyme to remember. ::the little bot chimed merrily:: If you see the power line is made of blue and clogged with dirt, you need a power tap of less than eighty millihertz. [21:32] ::croaks slowly, hoarsely:: Commander D"Rall... [21:32] ::smiles back at Maiko and holds the bottle out to her:: Something for a nightcap. Should help you sleep well at night. Just a small glass though. [21:33] ::pauses:: I'll try to remember that one. ::gets the tap to open and re-light the computer node, allowing access:: Got it. [21:33] ::shakes her head:: Not tonight. Coronado gave me a concussion. Kennedy said I should avoid drinking for a day or two just in case. [21:34] ::moves to crush even that small bit of joy before her:: Commander D'Rall, do you you really think that now is an appropriate time for a proper Starfleet officer to be - ::snorts:: - playing with cards? [21:35] ::nods and points to his head:: Me too. It's something for you to take home and keep for later. I also delievered 3 dozen of those sugar cookies to your quarters. Hope you don't mind? [21:35] ::the little bug popped its head out from the access port for a moment to shimmy and dance on the wall, waving its mandibles as it recited the next line:: And if you see the power line is gold and filled with goo, your over-eighty power tap or power feed will do. [21:35] ::brings his arm up again to switch tools, patting the deck to find the right one, chuckling at Savant's rhyming:: [21:36] ::exhales as he looks over at Commander Tal:: [21:36] ::Shrugs:: I'm only rated to handle engineering tasks on any of our shuttles. I have less than anything valuable to offer the repair crews elsewhere. The holodeck is down. And the power to my quarters is out... [21:37] Oh. ::thinks a minute:: Where are you staying then? [21:37] ::the bot swiveled its stereoscopic sensors upwards:: I'll bring those down here. [21:37] ::takes a few steps towards Prescot:: What's the word, Colonel? [21:38] Oh, I can still sleep in my quarters. There's just no shower, no lights, no replicator. [21:38] ::fiddles:: I think maybe I've got.. >POP, HISSSSS< ...nevermind. [21:39] I...see. Well, you're welcome to use mine any time. They seem to be working alright. [21:39] ::The little spiderbot scurried out of the pit and pciked up two tools, one in each tiny claw.. and then scuttled back down again. It stuck them on the wall, using an adhesion field to make them stick. It continued to bring them down, two by two:: [21:40] ::cocks her head to one side:: Of course. But shouldn't you be perhaps studying the padds I gave you last month? [21:40] Oh, I'm sure they'll be taken care of in due time. ::works to add a third lower pyramid to the two rows, then extends those up:: [21:40] Ah, thanks. ::switches tools, obviously having chosen the wrong one:: [21:40] ::smiles at Brooks:: We seem to be in a whole lot of trouble... How's things from your perspective:: [21:41] ::It skittered upside down into the breach again, back to work:: [21:41] ::shrugs:: Perhaps. But perhaps I would be better reading them when I'm not mentally exhausted from doing what may be my best piloting of the year so far? [21:41] ::steps slowly towards Maiko, almost as if she is a predator stalking her prey:: [21:41] ::considers this, nodding slowly:: Mmm, well, it's about half a meter lower, for starters. [21:41] ::frowns slightly, watching her build her house and then rubs his chin:: Well, what about breakfast then? Would you care to join me? [21:41] ::kneels beside the table at which Maiko is sitting and nods slowly, examining the card house carefully:: [21:42] ::Savant watched the goings on in the lounge as the robospider on her shoulder continued to slowly put humpty dumpty back together again:: [21:42] ::smiles at Zach:: I always eat breakfast here, you know that. [21:42] You would say that was some of your best piloting, would you? [21:42] So far this year, yes. Or I was just very lucky. Either way, I'm mentally shot. [21:43] What exactly is a half a metere lower? ::motions for her to sit in one of the more stable chairs nearby:: [21:43] ::glances at Verlorna and falls silent, his eyes taking on a different look:: [21:44] ::smiles softly at him, sitting down:: I am, colonel. [21:44] ::Sparks cast off of Savant as the little robot began the difficult work of reassembling her main structural supports:: [21:44] ::nods slowly, her wits starting to return to her:: I see. [21:45] ::fiddles with the optronic dataflow output port, something having been shaken up from the ship's concussion and clogging up the movement though the node:: [21:45] ::the little drone by Ironside continued to chatter:: In any case, Jeremy, i seriously think that we all deserve a little bit of a break after this. I'm starting to fall apart over here. [21:45] ::eyes the house of cards and then taps a single, claw-like fingernail upon the surface, very near the house of cards:: [21:46] ::looks at the finger and frowns, but continues, re-orienting the third layer to be able to add a fourth:: [21:47] I agree, Savant. Unfortunately, I have it on good authority that we may be tapped for particularly special mission in the near future. ::adjusts the frequency rating of the output port by several millicochranes:: [21:47] Ms. D'Rall, if you had studied a bit more of the texts with which you were presented, you might be capable of doing something useful now. ::frowns:: As I myself wish I could be doing. [21:47] ::Taps the table once again, a little harder this time:: [21:47] I hope you are not too terribly injured... ::smiles at her:: [21:48] ::looks decidedly uncomfortable but tries not to show it:: If you ladies will excuse, I'm feeling a bit tired. Think I'll turn in early tonight. ::nods at them both, turns, and hovers his way to the doors, exiting:: [21:48] ::The little droid seemed very exciteable, it hopped out of its repair site and scurried up his arm to his shoulder to stare into his face with little glowing blue eyes:: oh, reeeeally? What mission would that be? [21:48] ::Shrugs, watching the cards waver:: Even if I could do something, I suffered a concussion. They wouldn't let me near a plasma welder even if I begged them. [21:49] Ah...::starts as the little robot scurries over him and the blue eyes pierce at him:: ...what have you heard of Admiral Marshall's "Ship of Fools"? [21:50] ::It buzzed and a little antenna sprouted out of its domed back:: Oh no, we're not going to be going with *him* are we? [21:50] ::nods and stands gingerly:: Perhaps if your piloting had been better, then. Also a result of not studying the texts you were given. [21:50] I'm no worse for wear, but I'm starting to get worried about that anomaly out there. ::gestures over her shoulder;: [21:51] You didn't hear it from me. ::click:: Ahhhhh, there we go. [21:51] ::rolls her eyes:: Sure. I'm going to outrace a... ::Frowns:: Hey Savant, what class rating was that shockwave that hit us? [21:51] *> ::heads for a lift and presses the button:: [21:51] ::nods:: We are going to lose False Matter weapons soon. Xanadu is outside of the anomoly though isnt it? [21:52] ::Savant replied deadpan, not even turning to look at Maiko:: That was "Holy Shit" class, Commander. [21:52] Last I checked, but they aren't very manuverable.\ [21:53] What worries me is that the rate of growth is increasing, slowly, but noticeably. [21:53] TL> ::hovers inside:: Crew quarters. [21:53] ::turns her gaze to Tal:: I don't think anyone on this ship could have outflown it, and y'all were just lucky enough I managed to get the ship turned on a heading away from the shockwave at speed rather than getting slammed broadside. [21:53] ::frowns:: Has nothing been able to stabilize it so far? [21:53] Perhaps. But not all of us were so lucky as to suffer only a concussion. [21:54] ::The little drone scurried along Ironsides' leg until it could spring back onto a conduit, running along its length until it had gotten to a point where the tube had burned out too thin, and began its work:: [21:54] ::pushes himself up out of the pit to sit on the deck, not noticing that his face has been sooted a light black from whatever he shorted out before:: [21:54] Hear? Anything? Me? ::The litlte machine buzzed:: I'm deaf. [21:54] TL> ::exits as the doors open and heads for his quarters:: [21:55] ::eases out of her seat, standing:: That's not a fair assumption and you know it. [21:55] ::shakes her head slowly:: Nope. There were a few ideas floating around about changing the sphere technology, and perhaps allowing us to get by that way, but no one can agree on a way to change it so that it would disrupt the anomaly, and not stregthen it. [21:55] ::Savant added to the conversation between Tal and Maiko blithely:: there was no way Coronado could have avoided that shockwave. We were far too close. [21:56] ::stands up and grabs a rag, wiping his hands off on it:: [21:57] ::The little machine began to slice open the dead conduit and repair the magnetic lining inside:: [21:57] Q> ::enters his code and slips inside, heads for the bathroom, intending to take a quick shower, trying to shake certain thoughts from his mind:: [21:57] ::stares coldly at Maiko:: Perhaps. [21:57] ::Savant exhaled quietly:: There's no perhaps about it. Coronado simply can't accelerate like that. [21:57] Do we know how to use the sphere technology? ::shakes his head:: Im really begining to think that I should have paid attention my science lessons [21:58] ...and knowing what woman boinked Kirk when wouldn't change that at all. [21:58] ::She turned her head to Ironside and offered a weak grin:: Looks like the computer in this area is fixed. Thank you, i was needing a little brain surgery. [21:59] ::smirks and finishes wiping his hands off:: Twenty-odd years with technology like this and I still haven't figured it out. [21:59] ::grins:: Well...no. But, there are a number of other thoeries on the best way to duplicate the effect. [21:59] ::winces and glances at her abdomen:: The materials I gave you were not history. They were operations manuals, basic engineering packets, and flight plan design theories. You would have known this had you activated even one of those padds. [21:59] ::she sighed and nodded: I know the feeling. Sixty years with you fleshies and i still can't figure them out, either. [22:00] ::continues smirking and nods, understanding:: [22:01] Q> ::slips out of his uniform and carefully steps into the shower, relaxing slightly as the warmth hits him, but trying to keep most of the weight on his good leg:: [22:01] ::adopts a feigned look of contriteness:: Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot. I'm not a pilot with three-thousand hours at the controls of a shuttle. I didn't design a whole series of evasive patterns after spending WEEKS pouring over the sensor logs of those damn Fleas to be able to avoid a solid hit better in our next encounter. [22:01] ::through this, the house of cards is still standing:: [22:02] ::She raised and twisted her damaged arms, the actuators and data lines showing through torn artificial skin:: That's a bit better... i must really look like hell right now. [22:02] *** Joins: grifferz (~andy@203.56.139.100) [22:02] Why not go back to the holographic form while you repair the android? [22:03] *** Parts: grifferz (~andy@203.56.139.100) [22:03] ::cracks his neck and looks down at his bottle:: here thres a little bit left in this one. Care for something to relax yourself? [22:03] I'd rather not tax the network at the moment. I can survive a little longer with the strings cut on my favourite puppet. [22:04] ::nods:: I'd wager that the holographic emitters aren't in the best shape, either. [22:04] ::raps her fingers upon the tabletop, her jaw set firmly, her eyes empty of anything resembling emotion:: [22:04] Q> ::slips out, dries off, and slips into a pair of comfy pj bottoms, then walks slowly to his bed and stretches out on it with a sigh:: [22:04] They're relatively okay, really. ::She smiled:: they came back up wtih the computers. The hardware's all right. [22:05] I suggest you try harder in the future, Ms. D'Rall. People's lives depend upon us all working as a unit. [22:06] Ohh, maybe something to go with it? [22:07] ::nods and leans over the bar, reaching around before finding a glass and a decanter, though he's not sure what of:: [22:07] ::She commented idly as the little drone in the access hatch scurried out and back towards Savant, clambering up the android and getting to work with its twin:: And thank goodness. I really depend on that stuff for communicating with all of you. [22:07] ::crosses her arms:: Funny, I was just going to say the same thing about you. [22:08] *** Parts: Somansky (Somansky@66-215-236-233.riv- eres.charterpipeline.net) [22:08] Q> ::reaches over and picks up a remote, taps a button and a screen appears on the far wall, he rifles through some files until he finds the one he wants and starts watching...:: [22:08] Hmm.. I shall check ::gets up and moves behind the counter, rummaging around for some of the on hand items that are kept and pulls out a container:: Orange juice? ::moves back around and sets down a fancy looking glass and the orange juice:: [22:08] Yes, it would be rather constricting if we were forced to communicate with you through text messages. ::pulls off the stopper and takes a sniff:: [22:09] And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean, Ms. D'Rall. And may I remind you that you are dangerously close to insubordination. [22:09] ::shrugs:: That'll work. [22:10] ::She smirked a bit:: well, that's basically how i'm communicating with you. As far as I understand, at least. [22:10] I'm afraid you'll just have to figure that out for yourself SIR, because I don't want to spend the next week staring at the walls in the brig. Off the record though, I would suggest the commander consider that stressing out those serving under her is not an activity commonly encouraged for post-combat situations. SIR. [22:11] Q> ::on the screen the birth of a baby is shown, and the smiling face of a woman named Eveline:: [22:11] ::pours most of whats left in the bottle into the cup and then fills it up the rest of the way with the orange juice:: To a temporary break from the insanity of science? ::smiles slightly and raises the bottle for a small toast:: [22:11] Perhaps, but not from our perspective. ::shoots a sour glance over at Tal and Maiko, having a decidedly non-public conversation in public as he pours a little bit of the drink into the glass:: [22:12] And perspective is everything. ::The little machines clambered down to Saants' side, using their mandibles to neatly slice opent he side of her uniform to get at the damaged hip actuator:: [22:12] ::indeed:: Still glancing at the two women over at the side of the lounge, taking a cautionary sip from the liquid in the glass:: [22:13] ::leans forward and narrows her eyes at D'Rall, her fingers tapping the table near the cards emphasizing her words:: We all need to learn from our... mistakes. [22:13] ::she sat down by Ironside and used her good hand to keep her uniform together while the little bots sliced through her skin and got at the actuator itself, then she spoke in a hushed tone:: I think we should leave them be for now, unless it gets out of hand. [22:13] ::stands and smiles in a terrifyingly cold manner:: That is all I am trying to say, Ms. D'Rall. [22:14] ::smiles, takes the glass, and swirls it a bit, then looks over at Tal, suddenly frowning:: [22:14] ::feral grin:: My only mistake was thinking that you were softening up over the last few months. [22:15] ::swishes the liquid in his mouth and swallows it:: The Commander's tendency to instigate conversations of this type in public settings is beginning to lead to doubts surrounding her command ability. [22:15] ::nods:: I was. And I am now learning from that mistake. ::glances down briefly:: And I am paying the cost for that mistake. [22:15] ::she nodded, still hushed:: mm. She handles stress poorly. [22:15] If she ever intends to command a vessel of her own, she would be wise to alter her methods of interaction with the crew. ::takes another sip:: [22:16] ::deftly changes the subject:: I was thinking about applying for a captaincy, myself. [22:17] ::pauses mid sip, then finishes:: Are you really? [22:17] ::nods:: As I have for mine. ::turning back to the table with the cards on them, is sure Tal can see the external access point to the spinal bypass on her neck. [22:17] I've been toying with the tought. Do you think that they would let me? [22:17] ::looks over at Tal:: We seem to have attracted some unhappy patrons tonight. [22:17] Q> ::watches as the scenes slowly unfold before him, from the trip home, to first time feedings, diaper changes, first steps, first words, on and on it goes as he lies there, watching:: [22:18] ::looks around them, then leans in close to Prescot:: They really should find some quiet place to fight this out. Doing so in a public place is really unbecoming. [22:18] I think you might have some difficulty in attracting a...suitable crew for your vessel. [22:18] ::sits beside Maiko, her hands trembling - from what, one cannot be sure:: Ms. D'Rall, we cannot let emotion cloud our judgements. Perhaps I am being too harsh on you at the moment because I am reacting emotionally to today's trauma. But it is because I care about you - about this entire ship and crew. I want what is best for us all. I - ::swallows hard as the words create a bitter taste in her mouth:: - I apologize. [22:19] <> [22:19] How do you mean? [22:20] ::turns back to look at her, quiet for a moment:: Apology accepted... and my condolances on your loss. [22:20] I am sure you can become quite...frustrated with fleet members at times, Savant. Many of them use you as a crutch and as an easy way of doing things, and are very demanding about it. How do you think they would react to the idea of serving for you instead of you for them? [22:20] ::nods once:: It truely is. You would think they would both have the sense not to do this [22:20] ::nods and turns to face the stars:: [22:21] We never just look at them anymore, you know. [22:21] ::She looked down at the counter, with a bit of a grin on her face:: I imagined so. It's what I was made for after all. [22:22] You don't. I do every time I come down here. ::works at leaning various cards along the sides of the existing structure:: [22:22] Q> ::continues watching the happy family as the years pass, birthday, first day of school, first pet, and so on...keeping on until the child reaches the age of 8...:: [22:22] ::nods:: Perhaps there is hope, then. [22:24] But, what do I know? Leatherneck, remember? ::finishes the glass: [22:24] Hah, and to think she is the executive officer on this ship, too. What kind of example does this set to the junior officers, and the enlisted men. [22:24] Perhaps I don't need hope. ::liking how the cards are displayed, opts to leave them as such and head to the loo for some relief:: [22:24] *** Quits: AlexJenson (AlexJenson@ACC0136B.ipt.aol.com) (Read error: Connection reset by peer) [22:24] *** Maiko` is now known as Farrell_AFK [22:25] <> [22:25] The emotional kind. Undiciplined. [22:25] <> [22:25] ::she tilted to one side to look at his neck, a hand still holding her uniform together, for sake of politeness:: I'm really sorry to disappoint you, Jeremey, but you and I have been in that command centre for a long time now... you're as much a desk jockey as I am... I just have more desks to work. [22:26] ::snorts:: Indeed. ::puts the stopper back in the bottle and replaces it behind the bar:: [22:26] Daughter of an admiral. I've heard tell that if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be in half the position she is now. [22:27] ::leans back in the sofa and closes her eyes:: [22:27] Q> ::tenses as he knows what comes next but makes no move to stop it, just continues to stare at the screen as the images change to one of tragedy...a burning shuttle and a child screaming...and then...silence:: [22:27] Ahh... I'm just teasing you. Your opinion in the fleet does hold more weight than you think, though, you know. [22:29] ::places the glass in the replicator for recycling...once they're working:: No doubt because I could usurp command of every military installation we man. ::smirks, gathering up the tools:: [22:29] ::Exhales:: Sometimes that is a good thing. I might not be wer eI am now if it was not for my father. But sometimes... clearly its not [22:29] ::She grinned widely:: you know, with the two of us working together, we could probably rule this fleet like royalty. [22:30] Your father held a position of power, did he? [22:30] Back home he did. ::nods:: Got me to the point were I hated the military and then left it [22:30] Are you proposing something, Savant? ::eyebrow raised playfully:: [22:31] Q> ::the screen flickers slightly and a man emerges, carrying the charred remains of his once beautiful daughter. He stumbles a few meters and then falls to his knees, staying there until the medics arrive and then the screen goes blank:: [22:31] ::her grin got broader:: oh, no, of course not, General, I could never do something so rash. I'm the model of obedience. ::she paused dramatically:: But... if the situation ever did happen to arise, we would certainly have no problem in ruling like kings. [22:33] ::nods at him swirling her glass again:: What was it that made you come back? [22:33] It would be only fit. ::raises his chin a little bit:: In the meantime, however, I must attend to the Liberator that remains. [22:33] ::grins:: wrong military. I was in the Cameylian military for about five years. AFter a while it became unrealistic what I could and could not do, so I enlisted in starfleet marines [22:34] ::She chuckled:: Just something to keep in mind. ::she stopped and sat straight upright, putting on a very quizzical expression:: [22:35] Q> ::stares at the blank screen for a minute, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, and then covers his face with his hands and weeps...not just for his child, but for the children Tal lost as well, as it's only fitting that someone should weep for them:: [22:35] ::turns to leave, but stops:: Something the matter, Savant? [22:35] <> [22:36] ::She turned and looked down at one of the little spiderbots that was repairing her damaged hip, and scolded it with a finger. Clearly, the whole thing was an act for her amusement, or the amusement of those around her:: bad. [22:36] Aha, well, I'm sure we're glad to have you. [22:36] ::smirks:: I'll leave you too alone. [22:37] ::she waved:: that one's always so frisky. [22:37] ::nods a good night and exits the lounge:: [22:37] ::nods once:: Id like to think that I do alright [22:37] *** Ironside is now known as Fraser [22:37] *** Parts: Fraser (~fdeziel@CPE00207800d5fc- CM000a739ba73f.cpe.net.cable.rogers.com) [22:38] *** Velorna is now known as Aggie [22:38] *** Parts: Aggie (~aggie@dialup-216-40-236-121.ev1.net) [22:40] ::the scolded little spider bot scurries off.. to continue assembling Maiko's card house. After awhile, it's reached the ceiling:: [22:40] ((now i think we're done?)) [22:41] <> [22:41] <> [22:42] **sim pause** [22:42] oop [22:42] *sim end* [22:42] *** CoroLCARS changes topic to '=/\= U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901... http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/ =/\= Sim's over for this week; time to relax! =-= Three-time winner of UCIP's Bergen Award for excellence in simming!' [22:42] *** CoroLCARS sets mode: -m