Tog
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Post by Tog on Nov 9, 2007 11:22:19 GMT -5
Hearing the Dr "right away Ma'am and yes we have good hearing" he replies as he fixes her drink setting the heather mist on the rocks in front of her and smiling at her "The Forfar Bridies with or without Onions" Tog ask
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Post by Dr Colina MacAuley on Nov 9, 2007 11:57:05 GMT -5
Smiling at Tog, "Aye, whats a Forfar Bridie without onions? Forget me onions and your next physical will not be as pleasant as it can be." Seeing the look on his face she broke out laughing almost chocking on her sip of heather mist. "Aw now Tog I was only pulling your leg. You will be get grand treatment. After her next sip she looked at Tog, Ah excellent, taste like home for sure."
"I'm from N. Ust, thats in Inverness county in the Highlands of Scotland on Earth. Where might you be from?" She waited for Buford's response
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Post by Tog on Nov 9, 2007 16:30:50 GMT -5
"I'm glad to hear that Ma'am Ferengi's do not like pain" he says as he gets her a big piece of Forfar Bridie with onions, then continues his work
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Nov 9, 2007 16:38:02 GMT -5
As he listed to were she is from "most sured a beautiful place, I am from Kazzion it is the 3 planet of the 3rd sun in the Kazar system" he replies
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Post by Dr Colina MacAuley on Nov 9, 2007 19:27:05 GMT -5
"I'm not familiar with where your home world is. I'll have to check it out. Can you tell me what your home world is like? Oh by the way, you've a physical to get before being cleared for Duty" She took another sip of her heather mist. "When ya return to your quarters you should find an appointment for it. Be sure to let me know if it needs to be changed."
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Nov 9, 2007 20:42:25 GMT -5
"Kazzion is a class M planet not unlike Earth it orbits a Blue Sun so the light has a blue haze to it" he says " I am form the area of Kazz its a hilly area full of lush planets and trees" he replies
"I shall be return to my quarters shortly, and will be at sickbay on time" he say his tail wags some
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Post by gengrant on Nov 12, 2007 0:39:37 GMT -5
“You are correct, it is a gamble, but then again that’s what we’re all about.” Sam replied “We gamble every day we go ‘out there’ and make first contact with a species, never knowing if they are going to be hostile or friendly; it’s what we do.” Sam smiled. “Although I’d prefer to gamble with cards and credits instead of lives, but then again, I’m no Admiral or politician…” he says as he pushes the admiral comment.
Sam always gave Jim credit, as while he was an Admiral he never did abuse it or act like other Flag Officer’s he’s met and had to deal with. Jim was a down to ‘Earth’ realist, and when it came down to it, that was what mattered; more importantly then anything.
“Again, I think you get the easy job” starts Sam again, “I have to deal with and baby sit all of these Civvies and keep them safe from Tog, you just have to get us there safely.” Sam laughed, as he remembered a few past ‘bar fights’ that he got involved in. Sam took a couple bites from his burger and another swig from his drink.
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Post by Dr Colina MacAuley on Nov 18, 2007 19:50:09 GMT -5
She listened to him as he told her of his home world and where he was from. "Sounds lovely."
She took another sip from her glass and excused herself.
"I've enjoyed this, but I have a meeting with my staff soon. And will need to clean up. Ah then I will see you on time tomorrow."
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Post by Tog on Nov 19, 2007 15:05:10 GMT -5
Tog sets going over the Books "yes quit profitable, I should increase profit by 70% once the Ship is on its way" he smiles as he thinks "most the crew and nearly all civilians still have to report in" he thinks as he makes notions in his book, "the Bar is during very well" he thinks
He puts that book a side and goes though the emporium's books "profit were vary on the rarity of the items on hand so fare a 20% profit" he thinks then smiles "I'm do for a shipment that will make me quite a profit" he makes notion in his book
then setting behind the bar he has a blackhole drink has he waits
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Post by samek on Nov 28, 2007 12:54:14 GMT -5
Samek entered the bar carrying an engineering kit, walking towards Tog. He stopped, asking then. "Mr. Tog, will you direct me to the faulty replicator?"
He seemed rather busy, and as aggitated as a Vulcan can really get.
Revised by Jim Harsting due to formatting error.
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Post by Tog on Nov 28, 2007 16:18:58 GMT -5
"Right this way Samek" he leads him to the damaged replicator "No mater what I order it comes like mush, Blackhole" he orders a blob of goo materializes Tog steps aside
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Post by samek on Nov 29, 2007 8:17:00 GMT -5
Samek glanced at what creation had come out of the replicator. "It seems there is a matter cohesion problem. I should be able to correct the problem." He then pressed a button on the console. "Recycle contents on Materialization Shelf." The contents disappeared.
He then took the panel off below the replicator, and began to pull out a few isolinear chips. The machine powered down as he started to go over the Energy-Matter Conversion Processor, and quickly picked out a single isolinear chip from and adjacent computer system.
He opened his engineering tool kit, and pulled out a new chip, and placed it into the system. "Computer, begin low-level format and initialization of Isolinear subsystem Gamma 1-7-9-4-3-8." The chip lit up, as if it were working. The computer then replied.
"Isolinear Subsystem Gamma 1-7-9-4-3-8 initialized with default parameters. No anomelies reported."
Samek then replaced the other few isolinear chips into the system, and it powered back on. He then replaced the panel, and stood. "Perhaps you should test it before I leave It seemed to be more of a request than a question.
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Post by Tog on Nov 29, 2007 10:12:46 GMT -5
when Samek was done he told Tog to test it "Flaked blood flea and Millipede juice with shell" Tog says as the Materialize he takes them sets it on the bar takes a bite, then a drink
Looking at Samek it works great now "would you like anything while your here" he asks as he eats
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Post by samek on Nov 29, 2007 15:32:43 GMT -5
"I see no logic in exchange of monetary funds for services already provided for myself as a Starfleet Officer in my own quarters." As he watched the Ferengi's face for a moment (and the sure to be horrified look of that statement), he added. "No offense, of course." At that he bent down and began reassembling his tool kit, and closing it.
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Post by Lt Buford B. Hound on Nov 30, 2007 9:36:40 GMT -5
As they near the bar she says “So is this it? The bar?” he nods "Not a very original name but then Ferengi ain't original with names" he chuckles as they enter
and walk up to the Bar "Order anything y'all want no name" he smiles he figures she will eventually get tired and give him a name or kill him, he's hope for the name he chuckles to him self as he sits down
As they are sitting she turns to Buford, “Do you know of a Samuel? Samuel Grant?” Buford looks at her then Sniffs the Air "Not personally meet him when I meet the Captain but right now he's not close by" as Tog waits when Buford's done "What can I get for you" Tog asks
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