A Piece of Our Action

[Captain Shran]

Shran113: ATTENTION!
Cylde Greathouse: ::AA::
Inid Kiara: ::AA::
Charilegreathous: ::AA::
DarrylIronmind: ::AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
STUF TLar: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record please state your name, rank, and posting.
STUF TLar: {XO] Cmder T'Lar
Robert Devoroh: Dr. Robert Devoroh, Lt (JG), CMO
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC?Darius Francis Larson Weslynes
Cylde Greathouse: 1Lt. Clyde Greathouse Marine
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
DarrylIronmind: CSCI> Ensign Darryl Ironmind
Charilegreathous: 2Lt Charlie Greathouse Guest Uss Pegasus
Inid Kiara: Helm>MCap Inid Kiara
Inid Kiara: or Hops if needed
Shran113: No that wont be nessescary. Ensign Ironmind has agreed to take over the OPS position
Inid Kiara: Yes sir
Shran113: Congratulations Ensign
Lewis P Reid: Tac>En Reid
DarrylIronmind: Thank you, Captain. It is my duty and programming to work where assigned.
Shran113: As humans say, You have some big feet to fill ::He imitates a human smile:: I think
Cylde Greathouse: Thats Shoes Sir not Feet ::smiles::
Shran113: Thank you, Lieutenant
DarrylIronmind: ::Looks at his own feet:: Sir, I do not know of anyone who has a size 13 shoe on board. However, I do not have everyone's uniform size. I believe I may be able to fill all shoes.
Darius1 Weslynes: with creem cheese?
Shran113: I think it is time to get underway. ::he laughs.:: I hope everyone has read the mission briefing
DarrylIronmind: ::Looks at Darious:: I do not understand?
DarrylIronmind: No sir, but I shall skim on the fly. I do read fast.
Cylde Greathouse: read it
Shran113: We are currently enroute to Sigma Iotia II, it is a planet that has not been visited by the Federation in nearly 120 years. We haev been recieveing several faint and unexplainable transmissions for the planet.
Shran113: The transmissions in themselves are not remarkable other than that they are being sent on old Federation channels.
Shran113: Starfleet wants us to check it out. Are there any questions?
Cylde Greathouse: No Sir
DarrylIronmind: None, sir.
Charilegreathous: nope
Darius1 Weslynes: none here
Shran113: Okay then, Alpha Shift is about to begin and we are 5 mins from maiking orbit of Sigma Iotia II... good luck...
Shran113: =====BEGIN SIM=====
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he hands Inid Kiara a PADD that says: "ready to return to duty, if problem accures report to sickbay" then is signed by the doctor:: Helm> Kiara, hand this to the CO when you get up to the bridge okay? Before you go though---
Robert Devoroh: how do you feel?
Cylde Greathouse: M>::On the Marine deck talking with Charlie::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Reading through the scans, monitoring communications, and ship's power requirements.::
Charilegreathous: G>::On Marine Deck listing to Clyfe::
Shran113: CO>::The Andorian captain enters the bridge from his ready room. He takes the command chair, still feeling a bit to small for it, but he doesnt let his movements project this feeling.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: pacing the security office watching his teams moniter the sips hallways and floors :
Inid Kiara: Helm>CMO> ::taking the padd:: I will and thank you in advance.
Cylde Greathouse: M>been awhile seens the Fedration has been here
Charilegreathous: G>awhile bro thats an understatement ::lafughs::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>Helm> ::smiles softly and nods:: it's not a problem, if you feel dizzy, faint, or a head ache of any kind come straight back okay?
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::makes her way to the bridge::
Inid Kiara: Helm> CMO> Yes I will Doctor
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She stepped away from one of the consoles and turns towards the Captain.:: [CO] There has been little said about Sigma lotia II, but we are still going through the databanks.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::goes into his office making sure that everything is ready there just in case for this mission::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> Captain, I have begun evaluating the communcations recieved f rom Sigma Iotia II on frequencies between 23.2 hertz, and subspace 1.2. Orders?
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::reaches the bridge and hands the co the Padd.::
Shran113: CO>XO>I have been reviewing the last known reports from the planet. ::He lowers his voice.:: They were filed by James T. Kirk. He was infamous for not being entirely thorough when it came to paperwork.
Cylde Greathouse: M>120 years is quite along time
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] Yes, that is what my reports say about it, but still looking through the data banks for more information.
Charilegreathous: G>M>that is
Shran113: CO>OPS>Thank you Ensign. That is a rather lower frequency. Is it still being sent on old Federation channels?
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> Yes, Captain. Cycling, but steady. I have not yet determined the pattern, however.
Shran113: CO>HELM::He takes the padd:: Excellent to have you back Captain. ::He glances over it.:: Take your post and give me an ETA to teh planet
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: heads out of the security office and makes his rounds:
Shran113: CO>::He turns back to the Android after filing away the PADD::OPS>Very well, we'll find out soon enough I suppose.
Cylde Greathouse: M>::sits drink some milk::G> I guess we'll be find out what they want
Inid Kiara: Helm>CO> Yes sir. ::she walks over to her station, enters her access code. She recieves the report and then looks at the readings:: We are on heading and speed our ETA is 4 hrs and 23 mins.
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] From the last reports, it would suggest that they were in a pre nuculear indurstrialized culture.
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] But then again, that was over 120 years ago. No telling of how much they have advanced.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he replicates a few medications that he was running low on then checks the med kits in sickbay then travels to the various areas of the ship where medkits have been positioned to make sure they're up to date::
Charilegreathous: G>::Sits drinking some Fruit Punch:: I reckon so, and I bet y'all think your funny making the replictor give me this junk
Shran113: CO>::He takes his seat again::HELM>Thank you Captain. XO>I'm more concerned over the reports of their sociological structure, and what we will find.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> XO> If you would like, I can begin a scan of the planet, to evaluate their current technological advancements, Captain, Commander.
Cylde Greathouse: M>::lafughs::G> yes I do
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::makes his way to the marine deck and waves to the marines as he checks the medkit there:: marines> "hello gentleman, how are we doing today?"
Charilegreathous: G>::takes a drink::M> y'all would
Shran113: CO>OPS>I want to assess the situation first before we start making any unwanted scans,but thank you Ensign.
Shran113: ACTION>Time Advances and the USS Aryes reaches Sigma Iotia II
Cylde Greathouse: M>CMO> Hey Doc
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> As you order, Captain.
Charilegreathous: G>CMO> Hey Sawbones
Cylde Greathouse: M>CMO> So how are you this day
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he gets back up and walks to the marines:: M> I'm doing very well, yourself?
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] It is understandable. I'll review more data about them.
Inid Kiara: Helm> CO> Sir we are Sigma Iotia II
Cylde Greathouse: M>CMO> Doing good this is my Brother Charlie ::Points to the big Marine::
Charilegreathous: G>CMO> Pleased to meet y'all
Shran113: CO>HELM>Thank you Captain. OPS>Bring it up on the screen.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: enters the bridge work station looking around the top deeck for a closer look at the action in general
Robert Devoroh: CMO>G> "hello Charlie, it's a pleasure to meet you" ::holds out his hand for a friendly handshake::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Brings the planet up on screen, then splits the screen for a more detailed view available with maginification of the side towards them.:: CO> On screen, Captain.
Charilegreathous: G>CMO> :;takes his hand in his big hand and shakes it::
Shran113: ACTION>The planet that comes into view is almost Earth-like in color and shape. It roates below them almost peacfully.
Shran113: CO>HELM>Establish orbit
Robert Devoroh: CMO> "well it was good to meet you Charlie, Good seeing you again Cylde... I have to go check the enviromental filters now" ::with that he goes down to enviromental::
Charilegreathous: G>::sees the planet CMO>M> I always like seeing plnets from up here they look like gumballs
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Continuing to monitor the frequencies, gets a hail:: CO> Captain, I am getting a hail from the planet. They are requesting to speak with the captain.
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She looked at the viewscreen and then back to Captain Shran.:: [CO] There might be a slight change of their culture since Enterpise visited them.
Cylde Greathouse: M>::shakes his head::G> Only you Charlie only you
Shran113: CO>XO>Very possibly. ::He stands.:: OPS>On screen.
Inid Kiara: Helm>CO> Yes sir,
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> lances around the bridge then double checks with his teams :
Darius1 Weslynes: :glances:
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::Slender fingers glade across the console as she begins to establish standard orbit.::
Cylde Greathouse: M>G> wonder what their culter is like now
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he does a lvl 1 scan on enviromental and it comes back 'green, across the board':: excellent ::he said to himself, then went back up to sickbay grabbing his PADD and crosses things off on his checklist::
Charilegreathous: G>M> Hard say
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Shifts the non magnified view to a very small corner, and brings the call to that section:: CO> On screen Captain.
ST NPC01: KIRK>::The face that greets them is almost Human. It is wearing an old style Gold Federation Command Uniform.:: Greetings Feds. I am Kirk Moko. Yes it must be surprising but we know who you are
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Begins tracing where the call came from, sending the info to both security and TAC.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She turned back to look at Captain Sharn, but then looks back at the viewscreen.::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>I'm Captain Shran of the USS Aryes. How can you be contacting us on a view screen? You shouldn't have the technology available to you.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: looks on somewhat shocked and impresed even:
ST NPC01: KIRK>I dont like it when people tell me what i should and shouldn't do Captain. I'm the Kirk around here and that means Im in charge.
Lewis P Reid: TAC> ::Watches the proceeding recieving the data::
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::having established orbit she moniters the progress and looks at the screen::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>Does that mean you are incharge of the planet and its people?
Cylde Greathouse: M>::Has his men on stand by::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::almost forgot about a medkit... The one thats on the bridge behind tactical... He goes to the turbolift and goes to the bridge... Making his way to tactical minding his own business as he checks the medkit::
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Yep. I'm the boss, the top dog, the lead pony... you get the picture< and I'll tell you what. I even know why you Feds are here. You want your cut.
Shran113: CO>::He looks a moment to his XO in confusion before turning back.::KIRK>Excuse me, Mr. Kirk. I am afraid I don't understand. Our cut of what?
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She raises an eyebrow.:: [CO] I do believe it was something that refered to what Captain James Kirk said when he was last here, sir.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Tracks the communication coming from the northern continent, close to the sub equatorial latitude along the shore of a river. Not a heavily populated area, but still enough to influence.::
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Its Mr. Moko. Kirk is just my elected title. It's like president or king or something. Kirk was the first supreme ruler of our planet now we all take his name who follow him. ::He adjusted his golden uniform.::
Shran113: CO>::Aside.::XO>Apparently Admiral Kirk, left out a little more from his reports than even I suspected.
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] Apparently so, sir.
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::listens to the strange expressions being used::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> CO> well there were five uncharted years during his star fleet absence and a load of information in his logs regarding interactions wirh primitive societies one of which was even based on the 1930 mobster
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>But none of that matters. You want your cut of the profits from running this joint. The first Kirk always said yous guys would be coming back to take your share one days.
ST NPC01: If you comes down to my office. we can speak business like respectable gentlement.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he placed the medkit back behind the tactical station on the bridge and couldn't help but listen to the view screen::
Shran113: CO>CSEC>I'm afraid I'm nto aware of the 1930's Mobsters. ::He turns back to the screen.:: KIRK>My First in Command would be happy to come to discuss your business with. She will be right down. ::He gestures to T'lar.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She walks towards him.:: [CO] Have the same thought, sir.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> sound like gangsters to me
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>No deal Shran. You dare disrespect me like that. Do i send my associates to you when I want to talk business. No thats pure disrespect. I want you not a representative.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> sounds risky shran I'd make requests for an security escort at least
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>I'm having coordinates sent to you. You can flash yourself right on down here and we can have a nice little chat about the arrangements we can make together. This could be very...profitable... if you know what I mean.
Shran113: CO>::He nods silently to his Chief Security.::KIRK>I will agree if I am allowed to brign a few of my own associates down with me. Standard procedure you understand.
Cylde Greathouse: M>:;sits back::G> so hows things been going Bro
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Recieving the coordinates, colates them against the signal's origin, and finds them to be several degrees logitude off.::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> Captain, I would remind you of security protocols. Also, the coordinates and the transmission are not from the same location.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::heads back down the sickbay and just lounges there in his office chair::
Charilegreathous: G>M> been going good little Bro and you
Cylde Greathouse: M>G> can't complain
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:nods back and gears up under the security desk without so much as second thought:
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>You can bring some of yours with you. Hey, what kind of host would i be. Your friends are mine.
ST NPC01: I'd like to meet that female Spock. ::He winks at the XO.:: I bet she could really ruffle my feathers. ::He laughs to himself.::
Lewis P Reid: TAC> Sir, you can' t honestly be negotiating with them. They may have some technology, but there is no way their race is ready to interact with the federation.
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::continues to moniter the orbital path::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>I will beam down to talk in 1 hour's time. We will talk honorably and with no tricks.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>TAC> "I was just up there and my gut screams a trap" ::he spoke lowly into the communicator so that only 'lewis' could hear him::
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Hey, honor is my middle name. I am a man of my word. See you in one hour, little boy blue. ::The transmission cuts off.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She watches the viewscreen emotionlessly.::
Inid Kiara: Helm>Csec> I think this some of kind of trap. Watch the Cap
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She looks towards Captain Sharan.:: [CO] I do hope that they realize that Admiral Kirk died some time ago.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Resets the images, then looks at Shran:: CO> Would now be concidered appropriate for scans, Captain?
Shran113: CO>::He turns to Tac.::TAC>Ensign I knwo you are new, but I would prefer not to be disrespected in front of the Mobster. ::He turns back.:: HELM>Of course it is a trap.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: thats why i'm here : locking the last photonic grenade in its conceiled hangor: ready to go Boss?
Lewis P Reid: TAC>CO> I meant no disrespect sir. I would like to target the area with a wide range beam enough to stun a city block if I could.
Shran113: CO>ALL>And the Federation has already polluted this culture, so the Prime directive is null in their case, but they are still using our Technology, no matter how outdated.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: hums to himself the chorus to an old Andrew W K song : you better get ready to kill get ready to kill get ready to die you better get ready to run cause here we come : still humming the words a mutter under his breath:
Shran113: CO>We need to at least see how extensive the damage is. CSEC>Lt, you, Ensign Ironmind and four security officer will accompany me. get ready and meet me in one hour in the transporter room
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> That would be understandable, Captain. Probabilities indicate that they have improved upon the initial injection of our technology.
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> "is it possible to notify federation command to make them aware of the situation?"
DarrylIronmind: OPS> (con'td) Though, perhaps not at the same rate it has been advanced with the cumulative effort of the Federation.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> CSEC> What protocols should I follow, and how shall I be equipped? I may need to do some microprotramming.
Shran113: CO>XO>Commander, you have the bridge till we get back. I dont expect to be too long. ::he turns to TAC.:: TAC>Esign Ried. Keep a Transporter lock on us at all times. Pull us out at the first sign of trouble.
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] Yes, sir.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::checks the biofilters on the transporters to make sure they are operational::
Shran113: CO>CSEC>OPS>Standard away mission gear, including phasers. I'll meet you in one hour. I need to prepare.::He walks into his ready room::
Lewis P Reid: TAC>CO> I have you, I"ll be ready sir.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> well counder survelience is always best i suggest a small wireles camera maybe perched in an antena or atached to your collar lietening equipment a holkd out phaser
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CO> Yes, Captain. ::Looks at Inid:: HELM> Transfering OPS to you, Captain. ::Promptly does so.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> no stun seting set it for over load in a cyclic flip that way you dont blow yourself up
Inid Kiara: Helm>OPs>Understood
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Leaves the bridge for the marine bay to select his phaser, and to equip. Having a slight increased strength, he elects to go with a heavier equpment pack, including survelance equipment.::
====PAUSE SIM====

[Captain Shran]

Shran113: ATTENTION!
Inid Kiara: ::AA::
darrylironmind: ::AA::
Darius1 Weslynes: in oklahoma namely on the plains we had winds that spiked around 80 from time to time but steady at a nice clipping murderous 65
Cylde Greathouse: ::AA::
Darius1 Weslynes: ::AA::
STUF TLar: ::AA::
Shran113: State your name, rank and posting for the record
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Inid Kiara: Helm> MCapt Inid Kiara
darrylironmind: OPS> Ensign Darryl Ironmind
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>1Lt Clyde Greathouse
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>LT Darius Weslynes
Shran113: Excellent as you should all remember we have just made contact with the Sigmans. Myself, Lt. Weslynes, and Ensign Ironmind are about to beam down to fidn out mroe about their strange culture and their leader.
Shran113: As we begin us three and the four members of the security are assembled in the Transporter room. Capt. Inid, I want a transporter lock on us at all times.
Inid Kiara: Helm> Yes sir
Shran113: As for everyone else, Commader T'Lar has the bridge.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: no thing at all
Shran113: Are there any questions or comments?
Cylde Greathouse: nope
Inid Kiara: none here
darrylironmind: None Captain.
Shran113: Excellent
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Cylde Greathouse: ::Sitting in the Marine Deck::
Shran113: CO>::As the Andorian walks into the transporter room he does a final check on his gear.::
darrylironmind: CSCI> ::Walking into the Transporter room with a slim pack of supplies, small phaser, and a PADD along with his science tricorder::
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::maintaining standard orbit. and arranges for a transporter lock on all away members::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he finished checking the biofilters for the transporters then made his way down to sickbay::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>SEC> Jenings make sure you remember power packs this time an empty phaser rifle looks inposing but loses its threat in combat : nodding as he checks the other three over :
Darius1 Weslynes: SEC>CSEC> LT That power pack wasn,t empty last ime it was just clipped to my belt
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She goes over to the command chair and sits down.:: [HELM] When they relay that they are ready, transport them down.
Shran113: CO>OPS>It is good to have you along, Ensign. Darrly, but i want you along because you have the keenest eye and the best memory. I need you to take note of everything. I'm not sure what to expect.
darrylironmind: OPS> CO> Noted Captain. I shall have my memory recording at all times. I have also brought along a secondary recording module, should someone else wish to set one up.
Shran113: CO>OPS>Good. CSEC>Are your men ready, Lieutenant? ::HE steps up onto the transporter pad.::
darrylironmind: OPS> (Con't) As well as potential supplies, should you need them.
Cylde Greathouse: Crusher>MCO> Why we stuck up and not going Down on the planet
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> ready as we,ll ever be wish i knew what to expect down there :
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> snapping a few small plasma grenades in place to a random yeoman:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Crusher> Because they want talk with then find out whats up not have us kill them
darrylironmind: CSCI> ::Steps to the transporter pad, careful not to step heavily::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::grabs a medkit and runs to the transporter room:: CO> do you want to take this with just incase?
Shran113: CO>CSEC>We'll find out. ::He waits for everyon to get on the transporter.:: +T+HELM>Energize.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Crusher> Now sit down we'll get are fun later
darrylironmind: CSCI> ::Said through the transporter haze:: CMO> I have one packed all ready, Doctor.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> the team advances as one almost like marianettes run by a conductor:
Inid Kiara: Helm> ::activates transporter and they appear on the surface::
Shran113: DESCRIPTION> The Away Team materializes in the middle of a street enclosed by brownstone buildings.
Shran113: The buildings themselves though they certainly have a traditional Chicago feel to them are decorated with vibrant art deco facades that were popular in the early to mid 23rd Century.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he nodded as he just barely heard Darryl and walks back to sickbay putting the medkit where it needs to be::
Shran113: CO>::He looks around at the city in a quiet awe.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She looks towards Inid.:: [Helm] What is your opinion on this current mission?
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: the team appears on teh surface Jenings racing off into the distance to scout ahead and Franklin taking up a position about 20 yards from the others Samuels and Crow remaining behind with Weslynes and the others flanking
darrylironmind: @csci> ::Immediately does a visual sweep of the area around them, pausing on each individual and building.::
Shran113: CO>OPS>You were Right, Ensign. These are not the same coordinates as the Kirk's Office
Shran113: ACTION>Several men approach the away team. One is dressed in a Gold Command Uniform, while the four other men around him are dressed in old time Red Security Uniforms.
Shran113: Each man is carrying a weapon which looks like a cross between a Thompson Sub-machine Gun and an old Phaser Rifle.
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> I think there are many traps in this I don't like it at all.
ST NPC01: FRANCO>I'm Commander Jolu Franco. Kirk Moko has been expecting yous guys. We're here to escort you to your appointment.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> type thre phaser frifles looks like some sort of attached slug accelerator as well
Cylde Greathouse: Hound>::Sharpens his Blade::MCO> I hope sir, I love a good party
STUF TLar: [XO] [Helm] I do agree that there are many trips. If there is any signs of trouble, I want you to transport them out.
darrylironmind: OPS> CO> No, Captain, they are not. We are 200 km from the other coordinates. ::Stops to watch the approaching figures, watching their movements.::
Darius1 Weslynes: Jennings>: slides himself into a clear shot position maintaining a careful watch on the others:
Shran113: CO>CSEC>Good. Keep an eye on them. ::He turns ot the man in the old uniform.:: FRANCO>I am Captain Shran of the USS Aryes. We'll go with you, without a fight
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> Yes Ma'am
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team> Just remember if were need not to under estmainte them you do, you die
ST NPC01: FRANCO>::He jersk his head to his men and they take up a position around the team.:: CO>Follow me.
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Immediately resets several internal protocols, his movements roughen for a few micro seconds, then smooth back out.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Nods to himself maintaining mental contact with his betazed security teams :
Shran113: CO>::He simply nods and follows the other through the streets of the wierd city.::
Shran113: DESCRIPTION>As they walk through the streets cars resembling 1930 Buicks drive by and passersby dressed in flappers and three-piece suits openly watch them as they go.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> falls in line behind Shran Franklin in front of the captain and Crow behind the whole team eyeing the invisiable member:
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> CO> reminds me of one of my favorite holodeck programs only this isn,t vegas
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Flips open his tricorder, and takes scans of the area, as well as visually continuing to record the area as they walk. Seemingly inattentive to anything approaching.::
Shran113: CO>CSEC>I believe it's Chicago... but not any Chicago I've ever visited.
Cylde Greathouse: Team>MCO> Yes Sir ::the MCO sharpens his blade::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> well that ; points: is a 1934 scout international
darrylironmind: OPS> CO> This is not on Terra, nor is this in the correct time, Captain. We have transported down to a strange planet. However, I believe that the interactions are modeled on prior times on the origonal city of Chicaco.
ST NPC01: FRANCO>::HE trains his weapon the Ensign.::OPS>Put that thing away. ::He indicates the tricorder.:: I dont care much for it.
darrylironmind: OPS> FRANCO> If you please. I only wished to know where I was. It matters not to me. ::closes it, with out turning off it's recording functions, and puts it in his pocket.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> fingers snap over the triger lock into the weapons lock back: Franco > :simply clears his throat :
STUF TLar: [XO] [Helm] For the safety of the away team, scan around the location of where they were transported.
ST NPC01: FRACNO>OPS>Better. ::he only eyes the Csec out of the corner of his eye.:: ALL> Here we are. ::He inidcates the large building at the end of the street.:: The Captial. The Kirk Welcoms you to his home.
Lewis P Reid has entered the room.
Cylde Greathouse: Jackal>::looks around through his scope and spots a phaser pointing at him::MCO> Sorry Sir
Shran113: CO>::He again simply nods and enters the building. He casts a galnce back to the chief security officer.::
darrylironmind: OPS> FRANCO> I did not mean to cause any dissent. ::Looks around in a calculated imitation of interest, making sure to scan every detail in close detail on all bands he's capable of.::
Darius1 Weslynes: Jenings the teams sniper starts forward with the rest still hidden amid the strets and walls taking up a clear shot position over the face of the building following Darius' mental directions:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Jackal> but that up before you shoot someone
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: steps forward with the rest of the team noding back to Shran slightly:
Lewis P Reid: Tac> On the ship ready to beam them at the moment of signal::::::::
Shran113: ACTION>Jennings' projects a moment of surprise and then he is suddenly gone from contact.
Cylde Greathouse: Jackal>MCO> I got no cell in it Sir ::hits the rease leveal all power cell falls out:: Oops
ST NPC01: FRACNO>::He presses something to his ear and speaks softly. With a nod of his head all the men around him train their weapons on the away team.:: ALL>Now, you went and did it.
Cylde Greathouse: ACE>Jackal>Way to go Solider ::rubs Jackal's head::
Shran113: ACTION>an Energy Shield goes up around the captial Building. All transporter locks on the away team are lost.
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> Ma'am I suddendly lost Jenning's Looking for him now.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: nods tensing sligntly Jenings was one of his better snipers and third in comand of security ther is no expresion on his face only caution on his mind and one word his team already knows ~~Compromised ~~
Inid Kiara: Helm> Damn
Cylde Greathouse: Jackal>Ace>Ace ::gives him a mean look::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She stands up.:: [Helm] What have happened?
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> Ma'am I've lost the away team.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Ace> You remeberd to make a wish :;lafughs::
Darius1 Weslynes: Crow>: trains the phaser rifle hard on Franco and the targets in the room seting themselves into a cross fire situation with Franklin and the chief:
STUF TLar: [XO] [Helm] They must have some kind of device that jams the transporter signal locks.
Shran113: CO>::He looks around at the men with weapons trained on them.:: ALL>We won't try anything stupid. ::HE nods to his chief of security.:: CSEC>I dont want to lose anyone else.
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> Trying to re-establish the locks
Darius1 Weslynes: Franklin :moves seemlessly as if this were just another dance holding his weapon barrel up :
ST NPC01: FRACO>Nice, birdie. ::He motions and the men around them grab the away team and shuffle them down the hall toward a large office.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> : the others following suit weapons pointed skyward Darius' mind fiocusing deeper on the other mans thoughts :
Cylde Greathouse: ACE>MCO>Of course sir :;he lafughs::
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Noting the actions of the rest of the group, reaches into his pocket, and trips a data jack off of the tip of one finger, jacking into the tricorder. Reading out the shielding:: CO> Blocked, Captain.
darrylironmind: CSEC>*
Shran113: CO>OPS>Damn... So much for the back up plan. ::Shran allows himself to be led without a fight.::
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Provides no resistance, having to run his calculations on Shran's actions.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>OPS> Smelled like a set up to me Enslgin its alright not the first one Crow and I have been thru : smiling at his co worker adding a nod :
Shran113: DECRIPTION>The Office of the Kirk much like the interior of the building is a eye pleasing mesh of 1930's luxary and 2260's style. Above the Moko's desk is a painting of James T. Kirk is a fedora and suit.
Shran113: Similarly other art around the room depicts the old Enterprise, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy in various settings and themes.
Shran113: In a large chair sit Moko, a doll girl is sitting on his desk. Her legs are crossed and she is wearing a skimpier version of an old time Female uniform.
ST NPC01: KIRK>Captain, what a pleasure to see you again. I suppose you will find our hospitalities generous. ::He laughs from his large backed chair.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: eyes his team who fans out into the corners of the walls belnding in with the background:
Shran113: CO>KIRK>It hasnt been exactly hospitable. Why are we being treated as such. We had your honor.
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Continues to observe everything, then shrugs slighly cricking his neck towards Darius.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: looks back wishing to hell he could send the image and thought directly to the andriod dead head instead pops his neck affirming the thought out action:
ST NPC01: KIRK>::The alien makes a gesture and two of his red shirted goons drag in an uncouncious Jennings.:: CO>I don't like sneaks on my turf. You gave me your honor, Blue.
Lewis P Reid: TAC> Is it possilbe we could disrupt their technoology with an EMP pulse?
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Seeing Darius' attention flick to him, shrugs a little, then goes back to dead pan scanning the room, still jacked into the tricorder, though the connection's not solid.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She taps on her commbadge.:: +T+ [MCO] 1Lt Greathouse, gather your marines for a strike team to be on standby. [TAC] That could be possible. See if you and and Helm could find their technology that is causing that.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+XO> Yes Ma'am
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team> all boys saddle up we going hunting
Shran113: ACTION>One of the goons walks around and takes out an old tricorder and starts scanning the team, and stripping them of all their weapons and technology.
ST NPC01: GOON1>::After he is done remove the comm-badge from the Android he keeps scanning.::KIRK>Hey boss, this guy is made entirely of technology.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> : shrugs to darryll as the team pulls his Phaser rifle away and his side arm tricorder grenades and several small knives recentering and refocusing his attention directly into the eyes on the one called the Kirk concentrating
Cylde Greathouse: MCO::his teams gets on stand by::+T+XO> Marines on Standby Ma'am
Inid Kiara: Helm>XO> Already on that Ma'am
Shran113: CO>KIRK>Perhaps we started off badly. Surely you can understand our need for security. You yourself most certainly seem to understand that. We can come to some sort of peacful negotion.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team> all ladies keep sharp if were needed
Darius1 Weslynes: Crow?Focuses his combined mental energies on the goons in the room refining the feling searching for thier scariest memories thier night mares and what deeply hurts them :
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Looks at the goon:: GOON1> I am an android, programed for operations, nothing else.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>I see Starfleet Captains have fallen a long way since the Great Kirk. Our histories tell that he was fierce, cunning, ruthless, and all you want to talk of is peace and comprimise.
Lewis P Reid: We need to find something that would draw their energy in the area our people are. I was thinking a large repulser pulse fired out of our deflector dish and aim in an area that would cause a sysmic event
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [MCO] Thank you. ::She then gives Inid a nod.::
Darius1 Weslynes: Franklin> nodding stepping around Darryll takes his que off the other two refining his attention on Moko and his desk and his person scaning for his worst most friengenting thought:
ST NPC01: KIRK>::HE stands up from behind his desk, patting his doll on her cheek before coming before Darrly.::OPS>But you. You must be a triumph of some sort of new engineering. A technological man. Astounding
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO> "perhaps it's possible for me to program nanites to attack their powerstations to bring down the field... Use a torpedo to explode into their atmosphere to spread the nanites?"
Cylde Greathouse: ACE>MCO> our orders sir
Shran113: ACTION>One of tHe Redshirted guards starts to scream and begins shooting wildly at the ceiling screaming of Bats
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Quickly disconnects the jack, and retracts it. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, he leaves the recording on, as well as his visual and auditory recordings.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: smiles and progresses forward as Croiow begins to speak:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::Looks at the team::Team>Exstration, we go in qiute and get our peolpe back
ST NPC01: KIRK>::HE turns around to look at the guard.::GOON2>What's the deal with you, Nino?
darrylironmind: OPS> KIRK> There are only 3 androids currently in service. Data, myself and one in post programming shake down. Though, I have not had the pleasure of meeting it.
Darius1 Weslynes: Crow> Bats perhaps what about bats on fire spewing forth all hell and creation? : taking several confident steps forward ceasing the mans arm and closing distance:
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She looks over at Lewis.:: [TAC] It would have to be in an area where there is no people around. +T+ [CMO] Would the nanites cause any problems with Mr. Ironmind?
Shran113: CO>::He moves quickly jumping of the Kirk, and holding him close, his barehands extended around the other's neck.::KIRK>How is this for fierce?
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Mircor altering his protocols again, he begins to cue off of the actions of the security teams. The CO must be kept safe at all costs. As such, he moves a little closer to Shran::
Inid Kiara: Helm>Tac> Sounds like it would work.
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO> "I do not believe so, however as a precaution I can add to their subroutens to leave Ironmind alone"
Lewis P Reid: Of course, but I'm betting it would trigger a safeguard program that would cause enough chaos for us to get our people out
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Seeing Shran strike, moves to his utmost speed to close and tackle one of the other guards, removing and destroying his phaser.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Kirk>would seem to me you should be bartering for mental care instead of the ned for technology :
Shran113: ACTION>One of the redshirted guards fires his rifles, striking Shran in the back. The Andorian goes down, stunned but still breathing.
STUF TLar: [XO] + [CMO] Work on that, we may use that as a back up. ::She looks towards Lewis.:: [TAC] What area do yo suggest?
Inid Kiara: Helm>Tac> Exactly I agree
Darius1 Weslynes: CROW> continues his mental assault on the goon identified as Nino:CSEC> told you it was going to be an intresting day sir : snatching the weapon from teh one firing at the ceiling:
ST NPC01: KIRK>::Free of the grip, takes out his own phaser pistol and shoots the screaming redshirt.:: ALL>Stop them!
Darius1 Weslynes: Franklin moves forward conecting kirks distracted face with the table top :CO>sorry for the trouble Captain
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> I'd suggest a hasty but well trimed retreat from the situation
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Hearing the attack, he shoves a hand out into the firing path of the bullets, letting his hand and arm be hit, attempting to keep the bullets from Shran. His other hand tightening on the goon he's got in his grip::
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO> "will do, I still have some unused nanites left over from treatment to someone a few weeks ago, I just need to reprogram them" ::he steps into medlabs and begins reprogramming them with the perameters needed to do the job-
Robert Devoroh: and to leave Darryl alone as a subroutine::
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Unable to provide enough cover, his self preservation routiens kick in, and he applies enough pressure to knock out the goon he's got in his grip. Turning he looks at the one firing.::
Shran113: ACTION>After a great struggle and fire exchange all of the Security members, including the CSEC are downed with stun fire.
Lewis P Reid: Just north east of where they are.
darrylironmind: OPS> GUARD> I would have advised against that. ::Steps towards him.. heavily, letting the floor buckle under him.::
Lewis P Reid: I detect no lifesigns near there.
Shran113: And it takes several of the reshirst to wrestle the Android into submission, holding himwith all theri might to the ground.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: with what remains of his conciouis mind he reaches out for the only telepathic mind he can contact T,Lar and provides the best of his mental record of the place they are its location the stret name the buildings description :
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Continues to struggle, throwing two of the red shirts off before being born to the ground, still fighting, and attempting to get to Shran.. and to safety wtih Shran.::
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [CMO] Understood. ::She looks towards Lewis.:: [TAC] Target that area and fire when ready.
ST NPC01: KIRK>::He straigtens his uniform and steps up to the Android.::OPS>You are impressive. I could use a man like you in my organization I can make you one of my Lieutenants or even one of my Commanders.
Lewis P Reid: TAC> Firing in five, four, three, two......targeted. ::fires the pulse::
darrylironmind: OPS> ::worms ever closer to Shran, and pushing the heaviest of the guards off of him.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She was reached telepathicly and looked towards the viewscreen. Gets a visualization of where they are.:
darrylironmind: OPS> KIRK> I am not for sale. I have my own identity, and I shall not sacrifice it to one of you.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he finished the reprogramming and put the nanites into a protective shell to guard them from the blast:: XO> nanites are ready if you need them
ST NPC01: KIRK>OPS>What sale... Im talking business partners. 60/40 split. You help give us that ship of yours and we can go and paint the galaxy red... if ya know what I mean.
darrylironmind: OPS> KIRK> I preserve biological lives, not end them. Nor would it be possible to provide enough red paint to effectively fill all of space with it. Then, you would not have space to move through, but frozen, solid mass.
STUF TLar: [XO] [Helm] [TAC] They are on McArthur blvd.
ST NPC01: KIRK>OPS>Suit yourself, Tin man. ::HE nods to one of his men near a control panel.:: The goon flips a switch.:: OPS>I guess I don t really need you.
Shran113: ACTION>The USS Aryes shakes a tractor beam from the surface locks onto the ship holding it in place. A power surge flies through the ship's circuts and the Aryes is left with only emergency power.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>:::Marine decks lights fade then emergy lights come on::
darrylironmind: OPS> ::Overloading his power cirucits, he throws off the guards, and stands once again:: KIRK> I do not believe you have ever had to opportunity to meet an
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: the mental flashes directions pictures images of the strets flash back to T,Lar including mutters from the team regarding the location equipment and planing they asumed could be possiable:
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches the emergency lights come on:: "Well, isn't that just great"
darrylironmind: Android. Remember me, and remember that we only use what we must of our power. ::Stoops to pick up Shran and Darius, then turns to leave.::
Shran113: ACTION>Ensign Ironmind is struck from behind with several stunnshots. He is dropped unciouncious.
=====PAUSE SIM=====

[Captain Shran]

Shran113: ATTENTION
Darius1 Weslynes: ::AA::
Cylde Greathouse: :L:AA::
Robert Devoroh: ::AA::
DarrylIronmind: ::AA::
STUF TLar: ::AA::
Lewis P Reid: ::AA::
Shran113: For the record state your name, rank, and position
STUF TLar: [XO] Cmdr T'Lar
Robert Devoroh: CMO> Dr. Robert Devoroh (LTJG)
Shran113: CO>Captain Shran
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Lt Darius Francis Larson Weslynes
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>2Lt. Clyde Greathouse
DarrylIronmind: OPS> Ensign Darryl Ironmind
Lewis P Reid: TAC>Ensign Lewis Reid
Shran113: Excellent... When last we left neither the crew nor the away team was in very good shape, but I do have some good news for you as we begin tonight...
Shran113: The tractor beam on the Aryes cuts off abruptly as the cascade failure from the Ensign Reid's pulse beam shuts down power to half of the planet's energy grid, but not the capital building.
Shran113: The Aryes is now left to float slowly in a drifting orbit. An Hour has elapsed and repairs on the Aryes should already be underway.
Shran113: As for those of us on the ground we are all in various states of disarray. As I have said, and hour or so has passed and we are all coming out of our states of unawareness
Shran113: I'll get into specifics as we begin, but are there any questions? comments? or concerns?
DarrylIronmind: None, Captain.
Cylde Greathouse: none
Lewis P Reid: @@
Shran113: Okay, good
Shran113: =====RESUME SIM=====
Shran113: ACTION>Lt. Weslynes awakes to find himself and his team locked behind an energy field in a small cell. Two redshirts are outside the cell playing cards.
Shran113: Jennings is still unconcious and looks badly injured. Franklin is awake but he is slowly loosing blood from a slug he took in the shoulder.
Shran113: ACTION>As Ensign Ironmind reactivates he notices that he is immobilized and his left arm is seperated from his body. It is near him on a table beign examined by a Sigman in an old-time Blue Science Uniform.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Noip>:whispered: could someone shut hat brass band up i'm awake already goodnes
Cylde Greathouse: ::on the Marine Deck::
Shran113: ACTION>Shran awakens still in the office of the Kirk. Quickly he realizes that he is tied to a chair. He is surrounded by 4 redshirts, Franco, and Kirk Moko.
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She checks with engineering to see how the repairs are going.:;
Lewis P Reid: TAC>:::Under a console working on wiring:::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::starts recieving patients in sickbay as the numbers start coming in he starts doing triage and sends the report to the XO:: 2 surgical, 8 critical and 25 minor injuries from plasma burns and other physical injuries
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Reactivating, noting his arm:: GUARD> I hope you have the proper equipment to reattach that when you are done looking at it.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Good your awake. I've underestimated your crew, Blue. It seems they have managed to take down the power in the city. Its a good thing we are on our own power grid.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> (Con'td) I'd be glad to download the perameters necessary to create another such as my self. But the programming may be outside your capabilities.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>+T+XO> anyway for my team to get down their
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+MCO> "please have whatever spare medics you may have to sickbay I need assistance with the wounded"
ST NPC01: LATA>OPS>I am, Doctor Lata, and I exaiming your technology. It is quite ingenious. ::He lowers a tool into the circuitry of the arm producing sparks.::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>Underestimating my crew was a mistake, just like holding us hostage. If you let us go now, perhaps a downed power grid is the worst of what will happen.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+CMO> on their way :: sends his Meds::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CROW> alright man lets look around thers gotta be a flaw to this cell every fortress has a weak brick we just have to think this one thru
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+MCO> "thank you, is there a way to still deliver the nanites to disable the field around the capital building?"
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Don't try to intimidate me, Blue. Your ship is disabled. We may not be able to build a warp engine, but we's ain't sos stupid, but we best talk business.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Not liking the looks of the current proceedures, he paths a new relay to the arm and begins inching the fingers and thus the arm along the table.::
Lewis P Reid: Commander, weapons and shield controls ::Hit his head on the top of the console in his zeal: Ow, are back online.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> LATA> Please do not do that. If it is damaged, then I shall be required to become rather agressive. So far, I have been restrained to minimal power output.
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [MCO] Permission granted. The transporters should work now. Hurry back once you get the Away Team.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> ::Patch, shot, and Doc enter Sick bay::
ST NPC01: LATA>::He clamps a hand down on the arm.:: Transmitting and recieving capablitlies. Very interesting ::He says to himself. Ignoring the Android's protests.::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>I seem to be a captive audience
ST NPC01: KIRK>::He slaps the Andorian on the should as he laughs.::CO>That's how I like them, if you know what I mean... But seriously.
ST NPC01: First off yous guys should know that there is no cut. You Fed haven't been back for generations. No one's supposed to sit on loot that long.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he gets changed getting ready for surgury... He has to remove some shrapnel from a crewmans aorta, he looks at the 3 medics entering sickbay:: Medics> Perfect timing please tend to the persons most seriously injured first -
Robert Devoroh: if you need me to sign off on anything come get me I'm in surgury"
Shran113: CO>KIRK>In the Federation We don't measure success by monetary gains. Our "cut" was never what interested us.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Seeing the arm restrained, he stops the transmission,and flips back a finger tip on his remaining hand, probing at the edges of the door.:: LATA> This is your last warning. Stop, or I shall be required to act.
Darius1 Weslynes: CROW>CSEC>~~ over ther left hand decking is loose the bed frame would make a mostr effective tol for extraction though conviencing the guards this is not a wose idea would work as well ~~
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+_T+CMO> we can just push a torpode out of the ship
Darius1 Weslynes: weatherford>CROW: as his voice joins the chorus~~ would be immoral and totally against our basic beliefs to dip into anothers mind for the key out but effective ~~
Cylde Greathouse: have exsplovices rig to it once it reenters it will blow
ST NPC01: RED1>RED2>Fizzbin ::He yells as he slaps the cards down in front of them.:: You owe me. ::They are not paying attention.::
ST NPC01: To the CSEC and his team::
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+MCO> "sounds good see if you can get it approved make sure to take out the warhead from the torpedo, I'll have one of the medics bring the nanites to you"
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+CMO> right meet me in suttlebay 1
ST NPC01: LATA>OPS>Resistance is useless. I have been able to deactivate most of your basic motor functions. Now this will be much easier if you just relax and let me exaimine.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: moves the disasemble the cudely made bed seperating the back side leg from the wall swiftly continuing to project he emotion of the game at the redshirt security officers monitering thier emotional states further absorbing
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+XO> Ma'am we have away to deliver the naonites were going to toss out a torpodeo
Darius1 Weslynes: thier minds in the game the arguements building working with weatherford quickly to peel back the deck plating:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+XO>my team will rig it uop
STUF TLar: [XO] ::As she waits to hear back from Greathouse, she looks over towards Reid.:: [TAC] Status on the ship.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Then what's the fun in that?... Listen up, Blue. We want your ship. Its time we left this little nickle and dime operation.
Shran113: CO>KIRK>That will never happen. As Starfleet officer, myself and my crew have sworn an oath not allow our technology to fall into the hands of those who cannot handle their uses.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>We'll see what that lady Spock has to think of all this. Perhaps she'll value the life of you and your comrades a little more.
ST NPC01: ::He walks over to the large viewscreen on the wall as Franco tools around with the panel.::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> LATA> I may have been disfunctional for a short period of time. However, with out prior knowledge, which I cannot sufficiently teach you, of a dual positronic net, you cannot properly disable my subsystems.
Lewis P Reid: ::Looks at his controls:: Weapons and shields are up. Transporters are back online. We still have some power fluctuations, but we are warp capable.
Shran113: ACTION>The Aryes recieves a hail message.
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [MCO] Understood. I've already given you permission to transport down when ready.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO+T+XO> well be ready fro transport after that
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::successfully removed the fragment from the crewmans aorta and gets the bleeding under control. Then has a nurse patch up the patient and take them down to recovery::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Remaps power to the junction tool revealed in the tip of his finger, as he continues to probe the side of the door. He feels a source of power, and homes in on that. running probablilities on shorting himself again.::
ST NPC01: LATA>OPS>We are fast learners. Within a few decades there will soon be hundreds of your kind to do our bidding and dispose of our enemies.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> :;rushes to torpodeo room takes a Torpode and removes the war head then heads to Shuttle bay 1::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She finds out that they were getting a hail:: [TAC] Open the hail message.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he then grabs his personal medkit and goes down the shuttlebay1 with the canister:: MCO> You removed the warhead correct"
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> Enter the shuttle bay looks for the dock::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> LATA> I beg to differ with you. Even the Federation, who created me, cannot replicate me that quickly. Many attempts, few results. Probabilities of preparing a successful android are 1 in 5 thousand. No more.
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [MCO] Understood.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Crush> get ready I want this to blow on re entery
ST NPC01: LATA>Interesting. ::He is still going over the detached arm.::OPS>What is your processing capabilities
Lewis P Reid: Aye ::Opens hail:: Com is open
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:Crow weatherford and weslynes slip behind the loosened deck plate in a matter ofa few moments proceding the investigation for a way out of this rat trap :
ST NPC01: KIRK>+T+XO>Hello, my dear lady. I have a proposition for you. We'll give your captain and his men back in exchange for your ship.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Homing in on the power source to the door, quickly finding it, and plugging into it with the adapter.:: LATA> I have not tested my full capabilities. Though, I have successfully run four stations simultaneously.
Shran113: ACTION>The guards still engrossed in their game do not notice the absence of the three me immidieatly.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> yes
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [KIRK] And how do you think we are able to get back to base without a ship?
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: refocuses his effort on maintaining thier concealment CROW~~ Bthat was to easy take point i'm sure this can,t be a good thing
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Using the power to port in control on his door, he quickly disables the field, and stands quietly, planning, calculating, and watching the actions around him.::
ST NPC01: KIRK>+T+XO>Hey, I bet you call a taxi as it were. You know, Someone to come pick you up... Or we could be so gracious as to take you for a ride. ::He laughs to himself.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he plants the canister in the torpedo, since there is no warhead the torpedo is perfectly harmless to the population:: MCO> and you got the approval to blow this thing in the atmosphere right?
ST NPC01: LATA>OPS>That is astounding. Why I suppose our models would not need so much procesing power, but the strength would be worthile.::He stand to think and notices that the android is up. He lunges for the alarm panel.::
ST NPC01: KIRK>+T+XO>It's either that your beloved Blue, here. ::He pulls out a small pistol.:: Takes one in the noggin, if you know what I mean.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> sure did
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Crush> ::Attaches two Plasma Grenades to the torpodedo::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> okay lets do this dont forget after the power is down your team as to act fast! Give me a firearm ::holds out his hand::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> hands him a fire arm
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: with Crow at point he worms his way thru the side coridors disabling securoity moniters and the turn of the century technoloigy he encouinters along the way Weatherford>~not very effective are they? can you sense the others?~
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Seeing the move, moves faster, and intercepts LATA before he can make contact with the pannel. With his hand, he forces LATA back, using only the power necessary to do so,
DarrylIronmind: and twists so that Lata is forced back into his cell::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> (Cont'd) ::Once he's gotten Lata into the cell, he slaps the panel, gently for him, to activate the forcefield from the temporary over ride. His shoulder sparking where the arm was removed.::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> Stand clear ::he says as he stes it by the contiment filed then moves the open it and the toropedo is sucked out and close it back::
Darius1 Weslynes: WeatherfordCSEC>~~ the andriod is dead space as usual the Captain I can sense he is in a little distres but apparently managing we ned weapons anything will do thought i heard something about ~~
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::gives it a quick check and makes sure it's armed he gets into the shuttle and brings it online:: MCO> "okay get in"
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::His vision browning out slightly, he looks around for the others.:: +T+ CSEC> Lt. Where are you?
Shran113: ACTION>Ensign Ironmind easily subdues the scientist with only one, but Alarms begin to blare nonetheless as the Guards have finally realized that they are missing three prisoners.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO>Team> all right lets get to transporters
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [KIRK] You must be mistaken about us Vulcans going on emotion. With the technology of how much you know so far, I'm sure you already know how to make a ship.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Weatherford> Weapons yes a room about ten meters ahead to the left the officer still had the image in his mind~
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Closes his finger tip, and picks up his arm, attempting to reattach it. The damage caused by the investigation prevents it from functioning properly. Some of the pressure and power regulators have been shorted.::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::Steps on the transporter pad::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:T: whispering: Level one section four thers a crawel space to the left about two meters wide its tight in here and wsorta dark smells like chetos
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [KIRK] Further more, it would be against protocal to give warp technology to a species that has not reached the warp capablities yet.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Hunts around for a pannel, attempting to find an information panel he may access to find the rest of the missing crew, and where he was in relation.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches the torpedo without a warhead explode in the atmosphere natrually the detonation will NOT harm anyone on the planets surface and he brings the nanites online to deactivate all power on the planets surface... ALL power
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::goes to the TR and awaits to beam down::
ST NPC01: KIRK>+T+XO>Old Tricorders don't equal warp mechanics, sweet heart. and Excuses don't save lives. ::He holds up the pistol to Shran's head.::
Shran113: CO>KIRK>XO>Wait!. ::He shifts to look at the viewscreen.:: +T+XO>We can compromise and give him the schematics. ::He flicks his anteanne akin to a human wink.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She gives a nod.:: +T+ [CO] That could surfice.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:closing in on the sensation of the captain his mind refocusing his energy on the search ~any progress on a weapon weatherford?~~
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::the toropedoes exsploeds nodding to the TP Chief a few seconds later they are all beamed down::
Shran113: ACTION>The alarms blaring coupled with a mysterious sonic boom makes most of the guards and Franco come to atteniton, but not the Kirk.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Finding one with limited access, he locats a map of the complex. Skimming through it, though, he can't find exactly where the others are, he can calculate to 86% or better.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>What plans?
Darius1 Weslynes: Weatherford>CSEC> if we exit this next door there was a woman that removed one from a locker she was somewher called the lounge that fels to be ahead the noise levels are about right~~
Shran113: CO>KIRK>The plans for the greatest thing Starfleet ever created. It would be well worht your time. Just spare my life.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> (cont'd) ::Where the others may be. He leaves the room, and begins wending his way through the complex, as if he belonged there, sure of step.
DarrylIronmind: .: His steps actually echoing off of the stone floor, leaving occasional depressions:
Shran113: CO>+T+XO>Commander, I order you to transmit file AA1354 with a l;evel 3 encryption. KIRK>Once we are released we will give you the decryption algorithm.
Shran113: ACTION>A team of 4 Redshirts comes running up on the CSEC's men and begins opening fire.
Lewis P Reid: ::Watching the exchange about to voice an objection, but remember the last admonishment and holds his tongue::
Darius1 Weslynes: WEatherford : son of a ucks down a blind hall way feeling and sensing everything around him tearing the doors off the weapons locker in the young womans mind earlier handing out the old world pistols located ther in
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Making his way towards the Kirk's office, he hears the sound of weapons fire, and turns towards that instead, tracking it by audibles alone, coming up to the back of the fire fight.::
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [CO] Understood sir.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> REDSHIRTS> What is going on here? ::Asked in Kirk's voice:: Did I not say I wanted them alive?
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Now your talking, Blue. I knew you had a head on your shoulders.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he waits there on the planets surface for the nanites to knock out the power for entire power grid including the capital building::
ST NPC01: RED3>::He turns around to salute.:: OPS>We are attemnpting... Hey ::he raises his weapon to fire.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:Puting up a fight with he old style chamber fed pistol : stupid useles little : firing blindly a time or two before geting his aim right:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team>:;wait for the power to go::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Moving quickly, allowing his servos full release for movement, and power, he steps up to RED3, and slaps a hand over his mouth.:: RED 3> No need to explain. Just remember your orders!
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Still speaking in Kirk's voice.::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She goes over to a working console and brings up the file that Captain Shran mentioned.::
Darius1 Weslynes: Weatherford unloads into one of the incoming redshirts noding at Daryl as he proceds the hand to hand butt whippings :

[Captain Shran]

Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> takes a few steps to the side accelerating his rate of movement not becoming a target unloading the remaining bullets into the second red shirt :
DarrylIronmind: OPS> Do not kill. Capture. And, should any of them be harmed in that capture, All of you will pay. I want to know how they got free!
ST NPC01: KIRK>::He presses the pistol a little more insistantly againts the captain's head.::+T+XO>Anytime now Tutss... My patients are wearing thin.
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She looks at the viewscreen.:: +T+ [KIRK] Once he transports over, I'll send them to you.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Tossing RED 3 into a wall, his damaged arm not restraining the motion, the man passes out from head impacting bulkhead:: CSEC> Do you need help here?
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Returning to his own voice.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:OPS> I might enjoy the company thats a givin: ramjming the first red shirts head into the biulk head several times:
Shran113: ACTION>Before the Kirk can reply all the power goes down in the capital building. Including the Viewscreen. Emergency power is restored, but only with minimal lighting
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> ::power goes down and the shields drop:: GO!
Cylde Greathouse: MCO::the power goes down::Team> GO GO GO
ST NPC01: KIRK>ALL>What The! FRANCO>What happened. Where's my power. Get them back. ::He turns to Shran.:: CO>IOf this is your doing then I promise that'll pay for it.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CSEC> If you are done destroying that bilogical being, then I suggest you proceed this way. Probabilities indicate that if the Captain was not near you, he is being questioned alone.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>team> :;they rush to the AT location::
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO> "try to get a lock on away team in the captial building"
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] Lock onto the Away Team.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::he infiltrates the capital building with the marines his firearm drawn::
ST NPC01: ACTION>The Marine Team bursts into the Captail building and they are quickly met with heavy resistance.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Turns, and begins moving quickly back down the hall, outdistancing the CSEC and crew:: CSEC> This way!
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team> ::pistoles drawn as they make their way::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> you make a good point : distributing weapons to his team secured from the other security red shirts and heads toewards the direction Darryls moving ; OPS> wouldnt happen to be wired with a tricorder would ya?
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>;;opens fire on the resitences::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::gets behind cover:: MCO> no time, photon grenade on minimal setting just to stun them
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Pats through is pockets.:: CSEC> I believe I am. Thoguh, five lefts, and a right will also lead us to the proper location to begin searching. ::Pulls out his old SCI tricroder:: Would this help?
Lewis P Reid: We've lost transporters
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::toss a Photon grenad set for stunn::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> Fire in the hole
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>OPS> either way lets get moving you walking mapsco :races off thru the first left :
Lewis P Reid: Cannot lock and pattern buffers are failing
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] How did we lose power?
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches the grenade explode and the resitance effectively neutralized:: GO!
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CSEC> Right first. ::Makes the right, the proceeds to lead the way, paced to the team's max calculated speed.::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> enters after the grende goes off::
Lewis P Reid: > Something overloaded the circuits
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>find are people kill any onbe in your way
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: turns around the team grunting as they race in the right hand direction :OPS> would be so much easier if i could have just read that in your mind:
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> do we have any clue where they are in the building?
STUF TLar: [XO] +T+ [MCO] Our transporters are offline.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> not the excate location
Shran113: CO>::Fire exchange can now be heard throughout the building.::KIRK>It's not my doing, but that of my crew. I think it's about over now Moko. It's time to do the right thing and end this peacfully.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> Eagle search pattren
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO> any indication where the crew is being held?
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> :;: they serch the rooms in pairs shooting ifd needed::
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Its always about peace with you ain't it. ::He grabs the captain and hold him with the pistol to his head.::CO>Nothing is over yet.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::moves with the marines hoping to find the away team::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> stay alert
STUF TLar: [XO] + T + [CMO] The Captain is in Kirk's office. The others should be close by.
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+XO>
Shran113: ACTION>One of the Marine teams busts into the Kirk's office, but quickly flees before heavy fire. He reports the position anf the situation.::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> :own the corrodor, up a ramp, then the first left:: CSEC> It is not my fault I am not a bilogical. :own a hall, through a door, the second left:: Nor is it my fault I am unable to project thoughts.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> :;makes their way their::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> We have to breache that room, double hi-low and engage the target on stun!
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> mopves forward in the dark OPS> your right can,t blame you for that we all have our faults :rounding the corner leveling his weapon following the directions and the sounds of the andriods fet hiting the floot :
Darius1 Weslynes: floor*
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::kicks the door open::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>:;enters the room shooting the Mob men::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> :own the new hall, the third left, through a door, left, through another door, and down a nother hall, the spiral moving them closer to the Kirk's office.:: CSEC> Last left.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> or you can just go in John Wayne style
Shran113: DESCRIPTON>The office if filled with 4 redshirts barracaded behind turned over furniture and the Kirk is holding the captain hostage behind his long desk.
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] Any way to get the transporters back online?
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> they've barricated another photon grenade on stun, the CO will understand
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>:kicks his way in with his teams filing in behind the mairnes :MCO> ya just had to go for the JOhn wayne move didn,t ya?
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::toss the gernade::
ST NPC01: KIRK>::He fires over the desk still holding the tied up Captain.::ALL>You'll never take me alive, Feds!
Lewis P Reid: I cross circuited, I think I have it. Transport on your order
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CSEC>Faster
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Moving into the room behind Darius, quickly sweeps the room visuall, recording everything, then calculates several possible moves.
DarrylIronmind: turning, he moves back out of the room, and travels down three more halls before stopping at a blind wall.::
Shran113: ACTION>The grenade rolls into the room and explodes in a flash. The four redshirts are left stunned and down, but the Kirk and the Captain were protected from the blast by the large desk
Robert Devoroh: (( cross-curcuited... What no reverseing the polarity, LMAO ))
STUF TLar: [XO] [TAC] Transport them over.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: motions his teams faningout to his mental command seting up cross fires and counter measures at once covering the marines adbvances charging into the mess the weapons barrell hot with fire:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::walks up to the desk:: let him go
Lewis P Reid: ::Activates:: I've got them
DarrylIronmind: OPS> (Cont'd) ::Evaluating the wall, he finds a weak point, and then quickly begins working on the wall, creating a new entrance under the cover from the nois going on inside.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::watches the CO get transported out:: Get the Kirk restrained
Shran113: ACTION>The original away team is transported away and only the very angry Marines are left facing a defensless and hostageless Kirk
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: still in motion grabs Kirks weapons arm and begins restraining disarming him with a few quick kne impacts to the wrist: Kirkrop it come on
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Stepping through the hole, he's transported in motion to the ship.::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Grabs Kirk:: I'm mad and you should not have done that
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: back in the transporter room: CROW> one of these days one of these F*(&^% days
ST NPC01: KIRK>MCO>You understand. It's just business. ::No hard feelings.:: Heh?
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> They want him a live
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO>or can I kill him him
Robert Devoroh: CMO>MCO> yes! Restrain him and request orders from the CO or XO
Lewis P Reid: Commander, I think the doctor might want to make sure that thre are no residual nanites left on the planet
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CSEC> One of what days? I do not understand such euphemisms.
Shran113: CO>::he steps off the transporter pad the restraints having been removed in tranport and brushes himself off.::CSEC>Lt. If i ever go on an away mision again, just stun me. ::he waves his anteanne in amusement.::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO>k ::Hits kirk and knocks him out::
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She nods.:: [TAC] Scan to make sure.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> :: was THINKING about breaking a few ribs in the Kirk and calling that
Robert Devoroh: business"*
Lewis P Reid: ::Scans and beams a couple into space
ST NPC01: KIRK>MCO>Hey hey. Blue, kept talking about peace. Maybe we should consider that option?
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CO> have it your way Captain i'll be sure to equip a few more grenades justf for you : winking and chuckling:
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::punches Kirk in the Ribs:: Opps
Lewis P Reid: All we would need is to leave something else behind.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::binds the Kirk while he's knocked out:: MCO> search him for weapons and intel
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>:;searches Kirk finds a gun and toss it::
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+CO> Sir, we have the Kirk effectively restrained what are your orders? ::takes out a padd and brings the nanites offline but the power is still down::
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Stepping off the padd, the deck groaning a little with the removal of his mass.:: CO> Captain, if it is not trouble, I would like to have engineering look at my left arm. I believe it is damaged.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>CMO> hes clean now
Shran113: CO>CSEC>OPS>Go get yourself checked out. ::He nods to them all before taking the transport directly to the bridge.::XO>Report. ::he says as he walks onto teh bridge.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>OPS> I"m sure the enginer can do something for that arm and piecing together tyour cross wired circuits
DarrylIronmind: OPS> +T+ CO> I may be off line for a few days, Captain, depending on the severity of the damage. ::Turns to leave, destination: Engineering::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>holding on to Kirk:: I hope I can kill him
STUF TLar: [XO] [CO] Majority of our repairs are done. We do have warp capablities. Our Marines are still down there and we need to transport them back up, but it appears that our transporters are being .... testy.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::runs a quick check on the Kirk:: MCO> post your men on guard outside of the room and you stay in here ::finds a few broken ribs""
Shran113: CO>::He nods to the Vulcan.::+T+CMO>Leave the Kirk be. Restrain him, and let him know that what we did was only temporary, and I still plan to uphold our end of the bargin.
DarrylIronmind: OPS> CSEC> They have my proper schematics. Self diagnostics indicate that teh cross wiring is minimal, but the shoulder junction is more problematic.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::sends two men out to stand guard::
Shran113: CO>TAC>It was only temporary, right? ::He looks over the power loses below.::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>OPS>
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+CO> "Will do" ::gives the Kirk an amonia tablet to bring him around:: Kirk> Kirk... Kirk?
Lewis P Reid: Um kind of?
DarrylIronmind: OPS> ::Makes his way to Eng, and catches the Engineer, letting them know the problems, along with the self diagnostic results. They then take him off line to begin repairs.::
Robert Devoroh: CMO+T+CO> and yes sir, the power loss is only temperary
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC> makes his way to sickbay with his officers :
Shran113: CO>+T+CMO>Good... +T+MCO>Restrain him well and leave him some place where he will be found, then return to the ship. TAC>Transport the Marines as soon as they signal that they ready.
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::leave him in his office:: CO> okay, ready... Beam us up scotty ::chuckles::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>+T+CO> Yes Sir
STUF TLar: [XO] ::She was about to say something to Mr. Reid about transportors, but it was already been said. She looks towards the NPC HELM.:: [HELM] Once the rest of the away team come on board, set course for the nearest SB.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::Grabs a lead pipe and bends it around the Kirk securing him:: Oh lets have fun ::hangs him on ythe flag pole::
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> ::singles and beams back to the ship wiyth his team::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::beamed back on the Ayres and goes to sickbay to tend to the wounded:: CO> Sir, I need you to report to sickbay
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>::teps of the TP::+T+CO> the kirk secured and left were they will find him
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>: assures his team is tended to first and foremost:
Shran113: ACTION>After the Marines are transported back and the Aryes is moved to a safe distance The Kirk is once again on the view screen. He is battered and bruised but otherwise unharmed.
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>What do you want now, blue? Did you call to gloat?
Shran113: CO>KIRK>I wanted to uphold my end of the agreement. We were released, and now I owe you those plans. TAC>Transmit the files I requested. No encryption codes. Just send the file.
Cylde Greathouse: MCO>Team>::enters the Marine Deck::
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::checks on the security team that was down on the planets surface:: CSEC> Hello Darius
Darius1 Weslynes: Crow>:escapes with minor burns and treated released weatherford held and tearteda little longer :
Lewis P Reid: Aye sir, ::activates link:: the file has been sent
ST NPC01: KIRK>CO>Thanks, Blue. That is generous of you.
Shran113: CO>KIRK>The Federation is a great thing, and I always uphold my honor. ::He signals for the transmission to be cut.:: HELM>Resume course to the nearest Starbase.
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CMO> evening Robert I sem to be fine little cuts bruises i'll let you be the judge of that hough
Cylde Greathouse: MCO> everyone ok ::he asks his team::
Cylde Greathouse: Team>Were fine sir ::they replie::
Robert Devoroh: CMO>CO> Sir, I need you to report to sickbay for a physical, I need to check you for injuries" CSEC> ::he looks over the injuries:: Everything appears to be okay ::uses a dermal regenerator on the small cuts and such:: anyone on
Robert Devoroh: your team receive more serious injuries?
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>Burns bruising cuts the usual away team stuff weatherford looked like he was nursing a rib injury could be a cut not sure
Robert Devoroh: CMO> ::places an ostero stimulator to repair the broken rib after it was determined to be infact broken::
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CMO> figured weatherford hides injuries sometimes
Darius1 Weslynes: CSEC>CMO> we all have our odities from time to time if everything looks alright here is there anything further doc?
ST NPC01: NPCOPS> CO>Sir, sending that file was a direct violation of Starfleet's orders.
Shran113: CO>NPCOPS>No its not, Lieutenant. I sent them the greatest thing Starfleet ever created, just like I agreed. I sent the Sigmans the Federation Charter. We can't take away their technology, but we can at least give them a blueprint for how best to use it.
Shran113: =====END SIM=====