Post by FMar J Weslynes on May 15, 2009 22:21:00 GMT -5
Andy Shackleford: ATTENTION!!
kielechristienne: :AA::
Tarkel London: ;shrugs sighs slightly and pops up the three diminsional display for operations as well :
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ears flick forward, he looks over the panel.:: Merra, you honor me, but I am afraid I could not.
Tarkel London: ::AA::
Shannon Kellynx: ::AA::
Fetch Storm: ::AA::
Vraxlis: ::AA::
Charilegreathous: ::AA::
Andy Shackleford: For the record, state name, rank and position
Tarkel London: HOPS>LT Tarkel London
Andy Shackleford: XO> Major Andrew Shackleford
Charilegreathous: CSCE>1Lt Charile Greathouse
Fetch Storm: Tac > Lt Jg Fetch Storm To~Vensre
Jen A Weslynes: CO> Gen J Weslynes
Vraxlis: CSCI> 1st Lt. Vraxlis Takrennhruhfirhrekkhai
kielechristienne: CNS> 1Lt Kiele Christienne
Shannon Kellynx: M Alpha Sniper/Scout> Shannon Kellynx
Andy Shackleford: Gemeral, the crew is yours ::AA::
Jen A Weslynes: Sim notes and objectives
Jen A Weslynes: We are still in orbit around Celes II, the away team has returned.
Jen A Weslynes: We will remain in orbit while the XO and I have a briefing on what happened on the surface.
Jen A Weslynes: *****Begin sim******
Shannon Kellynx: ::Wanders back to the marine decks, looking for that bath::
Jen A Weslynes: ::she is in her office waiting for the Major to arrive::
Vraxlis: ::Reading through the scans from the planet in all the layers, occasionally stopping the playback to look at a single layer, then resuming the full spectrum.::
Andy Shackleford: ::Exits his office and enters the lift to the bridge::
Shannon Kellynx: :ives into his locker, wondering where he'd put his shampoo, and if the horrid itching of his shed would ever QUIT::
Tarkel London: : eases on the controls settting in a standard orbital heading and course corrections leaving the ships navoigational systems to thier own devices and reviewing the panels associated with operations directing personel and maneuvering the engineers into positions to execute thier tasks:
Charilegreathous: ::Takes his Station::
Vraxlis: ::Grumbles as some of the ops feeds glitch slightly while Tarkel works on them.::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::leaves sickbay after being cleared for duty::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Finding his shampoo finally, he heads towards the pool, and a nice long immersion.::
Tarkel London: ::chuckles tio himself slightly and manually updates the operations orders tjust to see the slowdown and glitch clearing previous tasks from the management que:
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::heads for the bridge, growling on the way just for the fun of it::
Andy Shackleford: ::Crosses the bridge to the General's offices and acitivates the alert::
Jen A Weslynes: ::hearing the chime:: Enter
Vraxlis: Wherrre issss thissss glllllitch coming frrrrom?!? ::resets his scans, and feeds after they are cleared by Tarkel.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Reaches the pool, and dives in. The bottle of shampoo still in his stubby fingered hand.::
Tarkel London: ::hisses thru his fangs and flips a few tasks in the que where assigning more or transfer personal could assist faster thus clearing higher priority tasks first and resetting the prder of operations list with a snicker watching the ships course :
kielechristienne: ::Thumbs through reports and realizes that Dr. Dominie has yet to come by for a psyche evaluation, makes a notaltion to search her out and ask her to drop in.::
Andy Shackleford: ::Enters and salute::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he entered the bridge as quietly as the wind, moving over to his station::
Vraxlis: ::Grumbles a little louder, an audible growl starting to eminate from the science station as he resets the priority of his feeds.::
Charilegreathous: ::checking on the Security team::
Jen A Weslynes: No need for that, have a seat.
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he'd glance at Vraxlis when h hearf the audible growl::
Tarkel London: ::glances over his shoulder his clear green eyes not betraying a smirk of mitrh or a tone of amusement professional and calm : Vraxlis are you experiencing some trouble with your science console?
Fetch Storm: heard
Shannon Kellynx: ::Finishes a few laps kitty paddling, before he realizes he's still got the shampoo. Stopping, he lathers from ear tuft to pad fur, and takes a few more laps to rinse. Leaving a trail of fur and suds through the pool.::
Vraxlis: ::Not wanting to admit that he's sniping feeds, he shakes his head, the cowl swaying, and coming dangerously close to falling off.:: Nothing that I can identify. Jusssst that I cannot sssseem to keep a cllllearrrr sssscan at the moment.
kielechristienne: ::Stops short at a message from the General and after pausing a moment to wonder, opens it.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Getting out, shakes himself practcially dry, fur and water flying everywhere, leaving a light coating of fur on the nearest walls, before heading back to his bunk for a fresh loincloth, and a good brushing.::
Tarkel London: I'll have a member of engineering run a low level disgnostic of your science instruments and feeds at oncce vraxlis promot and through evaluation of your systems are most crutual to this ships peaeful exploration of the stars after all : turning to annotate the engineeering log records:
Tarkel London: prompt*
Andy Shackleford: ::Sits down:: I am here to reprot my findings.
Vraxlis: ::Hisses in distaste:: Parrrt of what I do not lllllike about ssssuch moderrrn equipment! I cannot sssseem to maintain it my sssselllllf. ::Resets his feeds once again.::
Jen A Weslynes: ::smiles at him:: What happened and what did you find out?
kielechristienne: ::It states that her assessment scores have been received and that she has has qualified for Operations.::
Tarkel London: I believe this is older more outmoded equipment however one would have to rip that from the old cold dead steel skeleton of this ships previous incarnation : nodding and returning to his evaluation of the progress reports :
Andy Shackleford: That the Romiulans and the trinity are playing games with us
Vraxlis: Ssssomething I coulllld maintain by my ssselllllf. I woulllld not have to trrrroubllllle anyone elllllsssse with sssuch worrrrk I sssshoulllld be ablllle to accomplllllissssh.
Charilegreathous: ::Listens to Vraxlis and Tarkel::
Jen A Weslynes: Would you like to explain that?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begin brushing his fur dry. Large mounds beginning to develop around his pallet.::
kielechristienne: ::And further that she is to be assigned the post here on Pegasuseffective immediately, Blinks and rereads the last part again, just to be certain.::
Tarkel London: :;chuckles to himself revcieving the report: after a through review of the science stations data logs it indicates here that apparently your station is drawing on roughly 12 percent of the secondary processor core roughly 7 percent over the allocation for your station : shrugs: just reading what the report says
Shannon Kellynx: ::Feeling the tread of feet, he quickly finishes a cursory brushing on his right side, and rips another black undershirt in half, using it to make his fresh loincloth. Then begins following the footsteps, which lead him back to the bridge.::
Vraxlis: ::Whips around to look at Tarkel.:: And, what am I sssupposssed to llllook at? Jussst the mineralllll compossssition of our foe?
Vraxlis: Be that foe an asssterrrroid orrrr an agrrresssive ssssship?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ambles onto the bridge for the last exchange.::
Tarkel London: thier weak spots thier vunerabilities and electronics thier engineering capabilities I could shoot you a copy of your post orders if it helps free up your power utilizations :snickers:
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::glanced over to see the other feline enter the bridge::
Andy Shackleford: We arrived in the mining camp and met with there supposed supervisor. That person turned out to a spy for the Trinity.
Jen A Weslynes: ::nods listening::
Andy Shackleford: The Romulans, I'm sure has some awareness of the matter and didn't seem to care.
Vraxlis: ::Resets the scan feeds, and looks back at Tarkel:: And thessse ssscannersss can sssee mollllecullllarrrr varrriancessss, but doesss not sssshow wherrre that varrrriance issss to the entirrrrity of the object. I'm good, but not perrrfect! I cannot sssssee the univerrrssse in a grrrain of sssand!
Andy Shackleford: So what does that mean?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Picks up a whif of sharpened awareness, and looks around to see where it is coming from.::
Tarkel London: if you know the enemy and you know yourself Vraxlis..your victory will never stand in doubt
Tarkel London: if you know heaven and earth your victory will be complete
Vraxlis: Not when I can ssssee wherrre a varrrriance or weaknessss isss!
Vraxlis: If I have to trrrrussst that the cirrrcuitssss arrrre prrroperrrllllly alllligned, I might assss wellll pllllan on fllllying into a ssssun unsssshiellllded.
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he sniffs the air, noting the other feline is aware of his presense. His wasn't interested that he was aware::
Jen A Weslynes: I can't say yet, did you get any infromation on the Trinity. They are taking one hell of risk, if they are caught within Romulan boarders, according to the alliance the Romulans have juridistion in this area and they can impose a death penalty
Tarkel London: flying is my job and avoiding that sun my responsability you worry about devising wayss to assure that victory i'll work to assure that we can fly away from it without hitting a class J planetoid
Shannon Kellynx: ::Filtering the scents, he can smell tempers flaring, and begins to wonder if he shouldn't be back on the marine decks.::
Fetch Storm: ::turns his attention back to his control board, checking current readings::
Andy Shackleford: She only said they were everywhere.
Charilegreathous: Thats good I hate if we ran into a planet
Jen A Weslynes: Who the trinity? In Romulan terrority there is nothing i can do to protect them
Vraxlis: It issss up to you to keep ussss frrrrom frrrying. Cooked human and frrricassssed Rrrreman arrrre not my dissssh of choice! But, I am parrrtlllly rrrressssponsssibllle forrr making ssssurrre that everrry one hasss the data they need about how big that sssstarrrr issss. Woulllld not do forrrr that calllcullllation to be off by ssssome 20 killllometerrrrssss becaussse I cannot sssee the entirrrre image!
Shannon Kellynx: ::Head swivling, as the two.... (uncertain scents - lizards? Snakes? Romulans?) let tempers fly, he's caught like a rabit in the proverbial headlights. Can't stay, can't go, and so is frozen in shock/fear/wonder.::
Andy Shackleford: Some rogue federation alliance is all I can say.
Jen A Weslynes: ::nods::
KieleChristienne: ::To herself:: Effective immediately... ::Sighs, still talking to no one:: I suppose I will have to requisition a new insignia. ::Shuffles the files on her desktop, then just sits down again.:: Well!
Tarkel London: niether would it do if our precious resoources are overtaxed and we are unprepared for the pass along that barrier because my helm controls respond one fifteenth of a second late or my calculations are off by millimeters due to a computer control and resource issue: clearing his que once mroe resetting the feed list :
Jen A Weslynes: Do you know if there are anymore planetside?
Vraxlis: ::Harumphs, and deliberately retakes a feed from ops, mentally setting blocks against the request being cancled again in the programming until he can figure out the code to reset it.:: Thossse vissssuallllssss arrrre necesssarrry forrr prrrrecissse callllcullllationssss. Though, a rellllay that issss approximatelllly 40 perrrcent fasssterrrr issss feassssablllle. ::Wanders off into thought, forgetting to maintain the block.::
Vraxlis: ::Leaving his feed list in place, begins playing with relay schematics, and electronics in a GUI environment, and running theoretical tests, using MORE of the computer resources.::
Andy Shackleford: My first priority was to take the prisoner I had. I could go back after the Romulan Ambassador if you wish, but we were under attack and I would consider the mines a hostile zone.
KieleChristienne: ::Stands again and tugs self-consciously at her uniform then resolutely walks out and into the nearest lift.::
Tarkel London: :;dececting the lowering of the mental shield thus grabs the feed replacing it with a cursery science instrumentation reading only delayed by one tenth of a second : indeed perhaps a faster relay and a higher processing capibility would be in order to assure proper task queing: using the deflector dish to run ahead system scans and popping up the mapping system mirrored in astrometrics exploding a localized galactic view in the area of his station:
Charilegreathous: So whats the problem
Shannon Kellynx: ::Watching the images appear, go through a cycle of something, then disolve.:: What is that? ::Almost whispered.::
Tarkel London: :turning to the feline that spoke: that is a graphical representation of every square inch of space our meger and ineffective navigational systems can detect :answering professionally clearly and only with a slight rasp of a hiss :
KieleChristienne: ::Walks unto to Bridge in the midst of total chaos.::
KieleChristienne: the *
Vraxlis: ::Hisses in agitation, and attempts to retake the ops feed. When that failed, instead, claimed a larger portion of Helm for a visual feed, and shakes his head.:: Thissss isss getting no wherrre. Sllllime sssucking lllllizzzzarrrd wassste issss alllll thissss isss. I have one prrrroject to compllllete allll rrrrready. ::Saves the data down to his personal file, and looks at the shallow images from the scans.:: Llllack of data. Lllllack of knowlllledge. Lllllack of ssssenssse.
Tarkel London: :glancing only briefly towards Kiele: speak of the east and the sun appears the west and the moon grows dark :shaking his head scratching subconciously at the rough patch of skin behind his left ear:
Shannon Kellynx: Arrre you a Shaman? ::Looking at Tarkel, fear rising, but still in a strangle hold of control.::
Charilegreathous: So you can't access Ops
KieleChristienne: ::Walks over to the Ops console unecessarily dodging the holographic maps but stops short having never witnessed such vehemence between the two Reman before.::
Tarkel London: :;chuckles to himself softly : perhaps one should fall gback before springing forward that is to say the true stratagist plans for victory then prepares for the battle the ineffective seeks only the battle then the cvictory Vraxlis you are correct: frees up the processor by lowering his scanning range:
Vraxlis: I can get accesssss, but not enough to make much differrrrence.
Vraxlis: ::Replied to Charlie.::
Tarkel London: :turns to the Feline once more speaking slowly calmly and cinciesly in response strictly to his question : according to my people all remans hold the capabilityfew realize it :minimizing the nav map:
Charilegreathous: Oh I see
Jen A Weslynes: ::she nods:: The Riov said something to me that was very interesting. ::looks up the files to get the quote::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ears lace back, fear spikes, and his eyes grow much largers as he hisses.:: STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! ::Turns and bolts directly into the closed TL doors::
Tarkel London: :turns to Kiele who for the moment appears to be standing at the operations console with a look of confusion on her face: may i assist you in anyway?
KieleChristienne: ::Attempting to gain Tarkel's attention:: I'm here to relieve you..::softly:: I'm the new Ops officer.
Tarkel London: ::does his best to maintain mental composure and order within himself if anything :
Tarkel London: :;watching the feline bounce off the door thinking to himself ?now thats funny and I dont care who ya are?:
Vraxlis: ::Hears the thump, and turns to see the cat hit the floor.:: I bellllieve the sssentiment isss "ouch".
Tarkel London: to relieve me ...operations... oh yes of course : casually transfering the feed from his helm console to the operations station powering her console on and assuring the post prders and prder of operation are correct and balanced :
Fetch Storm: ::an ear flicks back in disdain at the sudden outburst from the other feline::
Tarkel London: ::decrys a small hissing chuckle at vraxlis statement: I would have toe echo that sentiment
Charilegreathous: ::shakes his head::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Hits the door, and the floor rather suddenly, his fur fluffing to it's fullest extent - practically doubling his size.:: NOORRORORORORORORO!!!!!! ::Howled, as he begin clawing at the door.::
Jen A Weslynes: Ah here it is. We anticipated that possibility after the unidentified cloaked ship made it's appearance. Do not be concerned for the Ambassador, she is safe.
Tarkel London: :returning his attention to Kiele briefly: I believe the human statement is congratulations a reman would say ...you have your work cut out for you I can only hope you remembered your diamond saw
Andy Shackleford: Well our com chatter was not coded some I'm sure they new what was going on the whole time. If they were not concerned they had reason not to be
Jen A Weslynes: When I asked her about she became in my opinon defensive when I suggested this was a wild goose chase looking for the ambassdor.
Tarkel London: ::returning his attention to his orbital drift adjsuting : Shannon I believe if you approached the door a hair more slowly you may discover it opens as asked perhaps used the door panel I could open it for you if theres need
Charilegreathous: New OPS eh
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begins running around the bridge, frantically looking for an exit. Panicked enough that he can't stand in one place long enough for the doors to respond to his presence.::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::his head snapped around at the howling:: Be ssilennt and act like not a child ::he hissed at the feline::
Charilegreathous: ::opens the dore form his station::
KieleChristienne: ::Watches the display and can make no sense of it.:: I need to you release the console to my control and reset it. Theres no possibility I'll be able to understand your protocols.::Raises her voices to be heard over the howling::
Vraxlis: ::Watching the unknown thing run around the bridge, and winces as the yowls reach almost epic proportions.::
Jen A Weslynes: There is no need to look for the ambassador. ::she smiled::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Hearing the word "child", stops cold, fear still lacing his scent, but anger soon drowning it out.:: You would DARE! You, the kitten who cannot walk, would DARE call me one??? ::Turning on Fetch Storm.::
Tarkel London: nor my language and symbology yes of course : flips thru the channels and feeds reorganizing the logic slowing the progression somewhat and discovering the english language option when the writing becomes blurred confused and non standard for him that means its perfect for her releasing the final lock out protocals and returning strictly to helm flight controls:
KieleChristienne: Charlie, isn;t there somethng you can do to restore order? ::Pleadingly::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begins stalking towards the last one to speak to him, ears laced back tight, eyes more than a little glazed, and wild. The whites showing.::
Andy Shackleford: Then I would say it would not be tatically sound to return.
Tarkel London: ::glances over his shoulder : clinically i'm the senior officer on the bridge at the moment i'll remind you and I see nothing wrong with a little insanity
Charilegreathous: I'm not incharge
Fetch Storm: ::his ears would flick back at the feline's words, his tail would lash:: I dare to call a child to one who acts like one. I have walked
Jen A Weslynes: ******Last lines******
Tarkel London: :centering his attentions on the bridge itsself standing his full height:
Charilegreathous: Shrannon the doors open, don't act like a Kitten you will not be called one
Tarkel London: but hardly run fetch storm shannon : glancing between the two : you are both dismissed to handle your personal matters untill which time you see fit to return to duty that is the order of operations
Tarkel London: that is the center of order
Shannon Kellynx: ::The muscles seem to writhe under his fur, his ears laced back even tighter (how?), and the whites in his eyes beginning to turn a little pink, he halts.:: For one who has not hunted anything worth hunting, you have no right to call me Kitten!
Jen A Weslynes: *****Pause sim*****
Tarkel London: ::AA::
Charilegreathous: ::AA::
Fetch Storm: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Turns on Charlie, and growls:: You I will deal with later.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::AA::
Vraxlis: ::AA::
Jen A Weslynes: Very good sim everyone
kielechristienne: :AA::
Tarkel London: ;shrugs sighs slightly and pops up the three diminsional display for operations as well :
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ears flick forward, he looks over the panel.:: Merra, you honor me, but I am afraid I could not.
Tarkel London: ::AA::
Shannon Kellynx: ::AA::
Fetch Storm: ::AA::
Vraxlis: ::AA::
Charilegreathous: ::AA::
Andy Shackleford: For the record, state name, rank and position
Tarkel London: HOPS>LT Tarkel London
Andy Shackleford: XO> Major Andrew Shackleford
Charilegreathous: CSCE>1Lt Charile Greathouse
Fetch Storm: Tac > Lt Jg Fetch Storm To~Vensre
Jen A Weslynes: CO> Gen J Weslynes
Vraxlis: CSCI> 1st Lt. Vraxlis Takrennhruhfirhrekkhai
kielechristienne: CNS> 1Lt Kiele Christienne
Shannon Kellynx: M Alpha Sniper/Scout> Shannon Kellynx
Andy Shackleford: Gemeral, the crew is yours ::AA::
Jen A Weslynes: Sim notes and objectives
Jen A Weslynes: We are still in orbit around Celes II, the away team has returned.
Jen A Weslynes: We will remain in orbit while the XO and I have a briefing on what happened on the surface.
Jen A Weslynes: *****Begin sim******
Shannon Kellynx: ::Wanders back to the marine decks, looking for that bath::
Jen A Weslynes: ::she is in her office waiting for the Major to arrive::
Vraxlis: ::Reading through the scans from the planet in all the layers, occasionally stopping the playback to look at a single layer, then resuming the full spectrum.::
Andy Shackleford: ::Exits his office and enters the lift to the bridge::
Shannon Kellynx: :ives into his locker, wondering where he'd put his shampoo, and if the horrid itching of his shed would ever QUIT::
Tarkel London: : eases on the controls settting in a standard orbital heading and course corrections leaving the ships navoigational systems to thier own devices and reviewing the panels associated with operations directing personel and maneuvering the engineers into positions to execute thier tasks:
Charilegreathous: ::Takes his Station::
Vraxlis: ::Grumbles as some of the ops feeds glitch slightly while Tarkel works on them.::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::leaves sickbay after being cleared for duty::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Finding his shampoo finally, he heads towards the pool, and a nice long immersion.::
Tarkel London: ::chuckles tio himself slightly and manually updates the operations orders tjust to see the slowdown and glitch clearing previous tasks from the management que:
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::heads for the bridge, growling on the way just for the fun of it::
Andy Shackleford: ::Crosses the bridge to the General's offices and acitivates the alert::
Jen A Weslynes: ::hearing the chime:: Enter
Vraxlis: Wherrre issss thissss glllllitch coming frrrrom?!? ::resets his scans, and feeds after they are cleared by Tarkel.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Reaches the pool, and dives in. The bottle of shampoo still in his stubby fingered hand.::
Tarkel London: ::hisses thru his fangs and flips a few tasks in the que where assigning more or transfer personal could assist faster thus clearing higher priority tasks first and resetting the prder of operations list with a snicker watching the ships course :
kielechristienne: ::Thumbs through reports and realizes that Dr. Dominie has yet to come by for a psyche evaluation, makes a notaltion to search her out and ask her to drop in.::
Andy Shackleford: ::Enters and salute::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he entered the bridge as quietly as the wind, moving over to his station::
Vraxlis: ::Grumbles a little louder, an audible growl starting to eminate from the science station as he resets the priority of his feeds.::
Charilegreathous: ::checking on the Security team::
Jen A Weslynes: No need for that, have a seat.
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he'd glance at Vraxlis when h hearf the audible growl::
Tarkel London: ::glances over his shoulder his clear green eyes not betraying a smirk of mitrh or a tone of amusement professional and calm : Vraxlis are you experiencing some trouble with your science console?
Fetch Storm: heard
Shannon Kellynx: ::Finishes a few laps kitty paddling, before he realizes he's still got the shampoo. Stopping, he lathers from ear tuft to pad fur, and takes a few more laps to rinse. Leaving a trail of fur and suds through the pool.::
Vraxlis: ::Not wanting to admit that he's sniping feeds, he shakes his head, the cowl swaying, and coming dangerously close to falling off.:: Nothing that I can identify. Jusssst that I cannot sssseem to keep a cllllearrrr sssscan at the moment.
kielechristienne: ::Stops short at a message from the General and after pausing a moment to wonder, opens it.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Getting out, shakes himself practcially dry, fur and water flying everywhere, leaving a light coating of fur on the nearest walls, before heading back to his bunk for a fresh loincloth, and a good brushing.::
Tarkel London: I'll have a member of engineering run a low level disgnostic of your science instruments and feeds at oncce vraxlis promot and through evaluation of your systems are most crutual to this ships peaeful exploration of the stars after all : turning to annotate the engineeering log records:
Tarkel London: prompt*
Andy Shackleford: ::Sits down:: I am here to reprot my findings.
Vraxlis: ::Hisses in distaste:: Parrrt of what I do not lllllike about ssssuch moderrrn equipment! I cannot sssseem to maintain it my sssselllllf. ::Resets his feeds once again.::
Jen A Weslynes: ::smiles at him:: What happened and what did you find out?
kielechristienne: ::It states that her assessment scores have been received and that she has has qualified for Operations.::
Tarkel London: I believe this is older more outmoded equipment however one would have to rip that from the old cold dead steel skeleton of this ships previous incarnation : nodding and returning to his evaluation of the progress reports :
Andy Shackleford: That the Romiulans and the trinity are playing games with us
Vraxlis: Ssssomething I coulllld maintain by my ssselllllf. I woulllld not have to trrrroubllllle anyone elllllsssse with sssuch worrrrk I sssshoulllld be ablllle to accomplllllissssh.
Charilegreathous: ::Listens to Vraxlis and Tarkel::
Jen A Weslynes: Would you like to explain that?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begin brushing his fur dry. Large mounds beginning to develop around his pallet.::
kielechristienne: ::And further that she is to be assigned the post here on Pegasuseffective immediately, Blinks and rereads the last part again, just to be certain.::
Tarkel London: :;chuckles to himself revcieving the report: after a through review of the science stations data logs it indicates here that apparently your station is drawing on roughly 12 percent of the secondary processor core roughly 7 percent over the allocation for your station : shrugs: just reading what the report says
Shannon Kellynx: ::Feeling the tread of feet, he quickly finishes a cursory brushing on his right side, and rips another black undershirt in half, using it to make his fresh loincloth. Then begins following the footsteps, which lead him back to the bridge.::
Vraxlis: ::Whips around to look at Tarkel.:: And, what am I sssupposssed to llllook at? Jussst the mineralllll compossssition of our foe?
Vraxlis: Be that foe an asssterrrroid orrrr an agrrresssive ssssship?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ambles onto the bridge for the last exchange.::
Tarkel London: thier weak spots thier vunerabilities and electronics thier engineering capabilities I could shoot you a copy of your post orders if it helps free up your power utilizations :snickers:
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::glanced over to see the other feline enter the bridge::
Andy Shackleford: We arrived in the mining camp and met with there supposed supervisor. That person turned out to a spy for the Trinity.
Jen A Weslynes: ::nods listening::
Andy Shackleford: The Romulans, I'm sure has some awareness of the matter and didn't seem to care.
Vraxlis: ::Resets the scan feeds, and looks back at Tarkel:: And thessse ssscannersss can sssee mollllecullllarrrr varrriancessss, but doesss not sssshow wherrre that varrrriance issss to the entirrrrity of the object. I'm good, but not perrrfect! I cannot sssssee the univerrrssse in a grrrain of sssand!
Andy Shackleford: So what does that mean?
Shannon Kellynx: ::Picks up a whif of sharpened awareness, and looks around to see where it is coming from.::
Tarkel London: if you know the enemy and you know yourself Vraxlis..your victory will never stand in doubt
Tarkel London: if you know heaven and earth your victory will be complete
Vraxlis: Not when I can ssssee wherrre a varrrriance or weaknessss isss!
Vraxlis: If I have to trrrrussst that the cirrrcuitssss arrrre prrroperrrllllly alllligned, I might assss wellll pllllan on fllllying into a ssssun unsssshiellllded.
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::he sniffs the air, noting the other feline is aware of his presense. His wasn't interested that he was aware::
Jen A Weslynes: I can't say yet, did you get any infromation on the Trinity. They are taking one hell of risk, if they are caught within Romulan boarders, according to the alliance the Romulans have juridistion in this area and they can impose a death penalty
Tarkel London: flying is my job and avoiding that sun my responsability you worry about devising wayss to assure that victory i'll work to assure that we can fly away from it without hitting a class J planetoid
Shannon Kellynx: ::Filtering the scents, he can smell tempers flaring, and begins to wonder if he shouldn't be back on the marine decks.::
Fetch Storm: ::turns his attention back to his control board, checking current readings::
Andy Shackleford: She only said they were everywhere.
Charilegreathous: Thats good I hate if we ran into a planet
Jen A Weslynes: Who the trinity? In Romulan terrority there is nothing i can do to protect them
Vraxlis: It issss up to you to keep ussss frrrrom frrrying. Cooked human and frrricassssed Rrrreman arrrre not my dissssh of choice! But, I am parrrtlllly rrrressssponsssibllle forrr making ssssurrre that everrry one hasss the data they need about how big that sssstarrrr issss. Woulllld not do forrrr that calllcullllation to be off by ssssome 20 killllometerrrrssss becaussse I cannot sssee the entirrrre image!
Shannon Kellynx: ::Head swivling, as the two.... (uncertain scents - lizards? Snakes? Romulans?) let tempers fly, he's caught like a rabit in the proverbial headlights. Can't stay, can't go, and so is frozen in shock/fear/wonder.::
Andy Shackleford: Some rogue federation alliance is all I can say.
Jen A Weslynes: ::nods::
KieleChristienne: ::To herself:: Effective immediately... ::Sighs, still talking to no one:: I suppose I will have to requisition a new insignia. ::Shuffles the files on her desktop, then just sits down again.:: Well!
Tarkel London: niether would it do if our precious resoources are overtaxed and we are unprepared for the pass along that barrier because my helm controls respond one fifteenth of a second late or my calculations are off by millimeters due to a computer control and resource issue: clearing his que once mroe resetting the feed list :
Jen A Weslynes: Do you know if there are anymore planetside?
Vraxlis: ::Harumphs, and deliberately retakes a feed from ops, mentally setting blocks against the request being cancled again in the programming until he can figure out the code to reset it.:: Thossse vissssuallllssss arrrre necesssarrry forrr prrrrecissse callllcullllationssss. Though, a rellllay that issss approximatelllly 40 perrrcent fasssterrrr issss feassssablllle. ::Wanders off into thought, forgetting to maintain the block.::
Vraxlis: ::Leaving his feed list in place, begins playing with relay schematics, and electronics in a GUI environment, and running theoretical tests, using MORE of the computer resources.::
Andy Shackleford: My first priority was to take the prisoner I had. I could go back after the Romulan Ambassador if you wish, but we were under attack and I would consider the mines a hostile zone.
KieleChristienne: ::Stands again and tugs self-consciously at her uniform then resolutely walks out and into the nearest lift.::
Tarkel London: :;dececting the lowering of the mental shield thus grabs the feed replacing it with a cursery science instrumentation reading only delayed by one tenth of a second : indeed perhaps a faster relay and a higher processing capibility would be in order to assure proper task queing: using the deflector dish to run ahead system scans and popping up the mapping system mirrored in astrometrics exploding a localized galactic view in the area of his station:
Charilegreathous: So whats the problem
Shannon Kellynx: ::Watching the images appear, go through a cycle of something, then disolve.:: What is that? ::Almost whispered.::
Tarkel London: :turning to the feline that spoke: that is a graphical representation of every square inch of space our meger and ineffective navigational systems can detect :answering professionally clearly and only with a slight rasp of a hiss :
KieleChristienne: ::Walks unto to Bridge in the midst of total chaos.::
KieleChristienne: the *
Vraxlis: ::Hisses in agitation, and attempts to retake the ops feed. When that failed, instead, claimed a larger portion of Helm for a visual feed, and shakes his head.:: Thissss isss getting no wherrre. Sllllime sssucking lllllizzzzarrrd wassste issss alllll thissss isss. I have one prrrroject to compllllete allll rrrrready. ::Saves the data down to his personal file, and looks at the shallow images from the scans.:: Llllack of data. Lllllack of knowlllledge. Lllllack of ssssenssse.
Tarkel London: :glancing only briefly towards Kiele: speak of the east and the sun appears the west and the moon grows dark :shaking his head scratching subconciously at the rough patch of skin behind his left ear:
Shannon Kellynx: Arrre you a Shaman? ::Looking at Tarkel, fear rising, but still in a strangle hold of control.::
Charilegreathous: So you can't access Ops
KieleChristienne: ::Walks over to the Ops console unecessarily dodging the holographic maps but stops short having never witnessed such vehemence between the two Reman before.::
Tarkel London: :;chuckles to himself softly : perhaps one should fall gback before springing forward that is to say the true stratagist plans for victory then prepares for the battle the ineffective seeks only the battle then the cvictory Vraxlis you are correct: frees up the processor by lowering his scanning range:
Vraxlis: I can get accesssss, but not enough to make much differrrrence.
Vraxlis: ::Replied to Charlie.::
Tarkel London: :turns to the Feline once more speaking slowly calmly and cinciesly in response strictly to his question : according to my people all remans hold the capabilityfew realize it :minimizing the nav map:
Charilegreathous: Oh I see
Jen A Weslynes: ::she nods:: The Riov said something to me that was very interesting. ::looks up the files to get the quote::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Ears lace back, fear spikes, and his eyes grow much largers as he hisses.:: STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! ::Turns and bolts directly into the closed TL doors::
Tarkel London: :turns to Kiele who for the moment appears to be standing at the operations console with a look of confusion on her face: may i assist you in anyway?
KieleChristienne: ::Attempting to gain Tarkel's attention:: I'm here to relieve you..::softly:: I'm the new Ops officer.
Tarkel London: ::does his best to maintain mental composure and order within himself if anything :
Tarkel London: :;watching the feline bounce off the door thinking to himself ?now thats funny and I dont care who ya are?:
Vraxlis: ::Hears the thump, and turns to see the cat hit the floor.:: I bellllieve the sssentiment isss "ouch".
Tarkel London: to relieve me ...operations... oh yes of course : casually transfering the feed from his helm console to the operations station powering her console on and assuring the post prders and prder of operation are correct and balanced :
Fetch Storm: ::an ear flicks back in disdain at the sudden outburst from the other feline::
Tarkel London: ::decrys a small hissing chuckle at vraxlis statement: I would have toe echo that sentiment
Charilegreathous: ::shakes his head::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Hits the door, and the floor rather suddenly, his fur fluffing to it's fullest extent - practically doubling his size.:: NOORRORORORORORORO!!!!!! ::Howled, as he begin clawing at the door.::
Jen A Weslynes: Ah here it is. We anticipated that possibility after the unidentified cloaked ship made it's appearance. Do not be concerned for the Ambassador, she is safe.
Tarkel London: :returning his attention to Kiele briefly: I believe the human statement is congratulations a reman would say ...you have your work cut out for you I can only hope you remembered your diamond saw
Andy Shackleford: Well our com chatter was not coded some I'm sure they new what was going on the whole time. If they were not concerned they had reason not to be
Jen A Weslynes: When I asked her about she became in my opinon defensive when I suggested this was a wild goose chase looking for the ambassdor.
Tarkel London: ::returning his attention to his orbital drift adjsuting : Shannon I believe if you approached the door a hair more slowly you may discover it opens as asked perhaps used the door panel I could open it for you if theres need
Charilegreathous: New OPS eh
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begins running around the bridge, frantically looking for an exit. Panicked enough that he can't stand in one place long enough for the doors to respond to his presence.::
Fetch Storm: Tac > ::his head snapped around at the howling:: Be ssilennt and act like not a child ::he hissed at the feline::
Charilegreathous: ::opens the dore form his station::
KieleChristienne: ::Watches the display and can make no sense of it.:: I need to you release the console to my control and reset it. Theres no possibility I'll be able to understand your protocols.::Raises her voices to be heard over the howling::
Vraxlis: ::Watching the unknown thing run around the bridge, and winces as the yowls reach almost epic proportions.::
Jen A Weslynes: There is no need to look for the ambassador. ::she smiled::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Hearing the word "child", stops cold, fear still lacing his scent, but anger soon drowning it out.:: You would DARE! You, the kitten who cannot walk, would DARE call me one??? ::Turning on Fetch Storm.::
Tarkel London: nor my language and symbology yes of course : flips thru the channels and feeds reorganizing the logic slowing the progression somewhat and discovering the english language option when the writing becomes blurred confused and non standard for him that means its perfect for her releasing the final lock out protocals and returning strictly to helm flight controls:
KieleChristienne: Charlie, isn;t there somethng you can do to restore order? ::Pleadingly::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Begins stalking towards the last one to speak to him, ears laced back tight, eyes more than a little glazed, and wild. The whites showing.::
Andy Shackleford: Then I would say it would not be tatically sound to return.
Tarkel London: ::glances over his shoulder : clinically i'm the senior officer on the bridge at the moment i'll remind you and I see nothing wrong with a little insanity
Charilegreathous: I'm not incharge
Fetch Storm: ::his ears would flick back at the feline's words, his tail would lash:: I dare to call a child to one who acts like one. I have walked
Jen A Weslynes: ******Last lines******
Tarkel London: :centering his attentions on the bridge itsself standing his full height:
Charilegreathous: Shrannon the doors open, don't act like a Kitten you will not be called one
Tarkel London: but hardly run fetch storm shannon : glancing between the two : you are both dismissed to handle your personal matters untill which time you see fit to return to duty that is the order of operations
Tarkel London: that is the center of order
Shannon Kellynx: ::The muscles seem to writhe under his fur, his ears laced back even tighter (how?), and the whites in his eyes beginning to turn a little pink, he halts.:: For one who has not hunted anything worth hunting, you have no right to call me Kitten!
Jen A Weslynes: *****Pause sim*****
Tarkel London: ::AA::
Charilegreathous: ::AA::
Fetch Storm: ::AA::
KieleChristienne: ::AA::
Shannon Kellynx: ::Turns on Charlie, and growls:: You I will deal with later.::
Shannon Kellynx: ::AA::
Vraxlis: ::AA::
Jen A Weslynes: Very good sim everyone