USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Sim of 050601

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
EnsignMelody: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: (CSci) ::AA::
Cadet Stuart: ::AA::
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
Malachi Styles: ::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Supplemental:

We have been searching the Opki System fr close to three days now, and there is no sahgn of Commander Lance Bass's runabout. We have found different radiations in this system which interfere with sensor probes and communications.  We also have not been able to track any distress calls which he mahght have responded to. Unfortunately we cannot linger here any longer.  There is the other mission we have to tend to. Ah am leaving a sensor probe on the outskirts of this sector which will notifah us automatically if Commander Bass should show up.  For the moment, Ah have no choice but to list him as MIA.

CommoLukasFyrstk: <CO>::instructs the helm officer to plot a course back to the "Trojan Horse".::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ((Alll Horse crew use "@"))
Malachi Styles: ::walks into sick bay, looking for Melody::
EnsignMelody: ::Is sitting in her chair in the corner reading her book on Psionics.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::monitoring systems on the Horse.::
Malachi Styles: :Sees Melody and suddenly gets the ure to run back out, but doesn't::
EnsignMelody: @(CSci) ::Runs simulations on the ships computers::
cmdrlancebass01 has entered the room.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<AXO>[ops] Rommie, how's work on the communication going?
GwenivereMarqusa: ((Bout time you showed up Jeffieboy ;-) ))
cmdrlancebass01: (Sorry I am late, just got out of the shower)
EnsignMelody: ::Hears the door open  and peeks over her book.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>[CSCI]  Josie?  H-how are those sensor ghosts coming to make us seem more Orion?
EnsignMelody: @CSci> If they were any better I would begin to think we WERE Orions.
T L Lost: @<helm>::sits at the helm, relaxing::
Ratchet: @CMO>::watching everyone excited::
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  We have got th-the lower Orion frequency working, Skipper.  W-we'll be able to squeal just like normal Orion chater and the Eagle will be a-able to decipher.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Hasitly puts the book down.:: Um Hello Malachi.  How are you?
Malachi Styles: Hi, Melody..::Looks down at his boots.::  I'm sorry I haven't come back down sooner.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins:: skipper?  squeal?
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Well, you are the current sk-skipper of this tub.
EnsignMelody: AMO> I was going to stop by your quarters but after everything that happened I wasn't sure you wanted to see me again.
Lt Dawson: <CENG> :in a dirty greazy orion style outfit, climbs out from under a console: <ENG1-2> Well looks like she ready to go as she will ever be.
RomnHaas: @OPS> and... :: puts a loud squealy noise on the comm system.::
Lt Dawson: ENG1-2> :Both nod and continue fine tuning the power feedback protectors:
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] ::covers ears:: ouch!
RomnHaas: @OPS> ::Shuts it off::  This is a communication s-system some Orion pirates use between their ships.  I-it discourages listeners.
Ratchet: @CMO>::winces and covers her own ears::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Almost sounds like dial up.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] I can see why . . . and it'll be to our advantage.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Dial-up?
ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Sorry Twenty First Centry refrence. When computers connected to the internet by telephone it would make a simmilar noise.
Malachi Styles: Shucks!  I always want to see you!  I..... well I wasn't sure you'd want to see me.
T L Lost: @<helm>::looks over his shoulder at Josie::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Raises an eyebrow::  It is a rudimentary code.  You're probably r-right, Josie.
Lt Dawson: <CENG> :comes up to the "bridge":
EnsignMelody: AMO>:: Smiles and blushes a bit.:: I like you Mal. I like you alot. You've been the nicest person to me. I am always glad to see you.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  At any r-rate, the Eagle has signalled their on their way back to us, Skipper.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] why don't you send a message to the Eagle, checking on their status and also checking the system.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::chuckles::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Looks back down at the console when Tru looks at her. Her face turning red.::
RomnHaas: @OPS> They used it to notify u-us.
Malachi Styles: Even after... you know.... What you saw?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] ::grins:: Good
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Saunters into the control room::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] Think you're ready to fly this thing like an expert Tru?
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Smiles::There is a word I like to hear.
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] Aye Captain.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[suntun] And what is that Colonel?
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>  Anytime someone says "good" in reference to any part of this mission
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Blushes more.:: I was suprised as first. But, well first of all, its normal for teen age boys to have those kind of thoughts. And second it kinda made me feel good that someone thinks of me like that.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins::[sun] Yes, that's always a plus.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[eng] Jeff, how're the engines holding up?
Malachi Styles: ::blushes::  I will try to keep that more to myself from now on.  I ....am glad we can still talk....you know...to each other
Lt Dawson: <CENG> <AXO> She will get us there and back, as long as you dont push us too hard.
@Max: ::Pops up on Tru's pannel dressed like a 1950 mob boss.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Engineers always s-seem to use that line.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::chuckles::
Lt Dawson: @CENG> <OPS> Thats because it is normaly true Rommie.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::turns and looks at Jeff, raises an eyebrow:: Better be more then that.  You know this crew and our luck Jeff.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>Not to mention our pilot.
T L Lost: @<helm>Hey! 
@Max: [Helm]You an me.. We need ta have a little chat...::Flips a coin in the virtual air.:: I got you an offer you can't refuse..
T L Lost: @<helm>::glares at max:: Go away.  I'm too busy.
Lt. Dawson: @<CENG> <AXO> Hey dont worry sir, I had the Eagle replicate this and beam it over before it left :hold out a roll of duck tape:  I will keep this ship together with this if we have too.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Eagle appears on Josie's sensors
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::laughs::
EnsignMelody: @CSci> I have the Eagle on Sensor.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci]  Good, then hopefully we can get this mission started.
CommoLukasFyrstk: <CO>+[Trojan Horse]+  Eagle to the Trojan Horse.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  The Eagle is hailing, Skipper
@Max: [Helm] Not now...Later... I'll give you the lowdown...
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] On Screen
@Max: ::Dissapears from Tru's console.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::rolls his eyes and shakes his head::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::puts him onscreen::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+  Captain.  How is it coming along?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins and tries not to laugh:: We are ready to get under way.  Was just wondering how long it was going to take you to show up sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+  Ah wanted to give you enough tahme, and with the interference in the Opki System, searching it was not easy.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> I take it, no luck sir?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+  All we found was another log buoy.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> I hope we don't need wha ever it was that he had for us.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::nods:: We can worry about that after the mission.  The sooner we find the Chekov the sooner we can continue to look Commander Bass.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+ Ah hope not also, Lieutenant
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+  ::Nods to AGwen::  So Ah take it you're ready?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Looks up from her console a bit startled as she didn't realize she had said that out loud.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>Aye Sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @CO>+[TH]+  Good.  We'll preceed you into the Sector. We're going to stir up the pot a bit, let them know we're looking for something
CommoLukasFyrstk: ((Scratch my "@"))
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>Good luck Captain.
GwenivereMarqusa: (LOL)
EnsignMelody: AMO> I'm sorry if I embarrased you Mal. I really didn't mean to. I wasn't expecting that last message to get through you defenses.  Tho it was true... what I thought...
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+ God luck to you, Gwen.  You hae the difficult part of this mission...::Smiles::  A h kahnda envy you.
Malachi Styles: No!  No!  You didn't embarrass me!  I..... I embarrassed me.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins:: Yeah, I definately prefer my role sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[TH]+  We'll always be justas stone's throw away, Gwen.  Good luck.  Eagle out.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  A stone's throw away?
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The comm channel is cut and the Eagle jumps to warp.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Sighs:: Its ok Mal... Your probaly more intrested in girls closer to your age anyway. Like that princess we had on board a while ago.
Ratchet: @CMO>::listening to the conversation while mentally going over her supplies list again in her head::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> ::chuckles::
Malachi Styles: ::Blushes as he thinks of her and ....the kiss::
Lt Dawson: @<CENG> :heads back down to the bowles of orion:
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>  I recommend a different approach to the sector, Commander.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Okay, let's get under way.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sun] and what's that Colonel?
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Picks up his thoughts by accident.:: You kissed her? ::Gets that dreamy girls look in her eyes.:: How romantic.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>  I would recommend we skirt the sector a bit then enter it on a know trade route.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Looks over at Rommie.:: Well we are in space. If you threw a rock it could travel a long long way.
Malachi Styles: ::blushing::  Yeah... well... she kisssed me.... you know.... thanking me for my help on the mission and all, but...it was a bit more than a ...peck on the cheek.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::nods:: [helm] set course around the sector Tru, engage.
T L Lost: @<helm>::lays in course and engauges.  Knows he'll have to be making a ton of minor course corrections with this bucket of bolts::
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Is th-this some other 20th Century reference?
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] Aye Sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Eagle drops out of warp in the first search area.::
Lt jg Tracy: @CSci> Its an old Earth saying. predates the 20th century.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  So wh-what does it mean?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Stones throw away means close by.
cmdrlancebass01 has left the room.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  But l-like you said.  If you throw a stone in space, it could go pretty far.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Yep. the lack of gravity tends to help with that.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Rommie, the comment isn't meant to be taken literally.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::en;;ightenment comes to his face:: Ohhhhhh...gravity!
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Smiles for the first time.::
Ratchet: @CMO>::Has a massive headache like ehr player and so is not too talkative tonight or on this mission at the moment::
GwenivereMarqusa: Action: TH enters Spaaculan space
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> We have entered Spaaculan space Skipper.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Sees the position and starts monitoring Spaculaan comm traffic.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Chuckles at what he hears::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] good.  [helm] follow the trade routes and head towards the planet that the Chekov was at before it dissapeared.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Still it seems kinda romantic to me.
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] Aye Captain.  ::plots a course and lays in::  It shouldn't take us that long to get there Captain.
Malachi Styles: You picked that up prettyquickly off me.  Did it cause any pain?
EnsignMelody: AMO> I haven't had any pain since that light creature "enlightened" me.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Spacula Two comes into Josie's sesor range on an intercept course.::
EnsignMelody: @CSci> I am picking up Spacula Two Captain. She's on an intercept course
Malachi Styles: That's good.  Are you picking up anymore "noise" from the crew, or have you been able to block it all out?
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO] And she's hailing us, Skipper
EnsignMelody: AMO> I still can't block it all out.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] On screen.
Malachi Styles: Let's try some more excercises.
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Smiles:: Sure.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Aye.  ::Does so::
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM


BACK

USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Sim of 050608

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: CSci> ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
Malachi Styles: ::AA::
Tebok trKhev: ::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59371.86 (05/16/2382, 17:30 hours)

We have been actively searching Spaculaan space "looking" for our missing starship.  We have not contacted anyone within the Spaculaan Sector because it would not be appropriate for the Chekov to even be in Spaculaan space. So we are maintinng our appearance of searching for SOMETHING.  Whahle doing this, we have attracted the atention of Spacula Two.  They have just entered the sector and are watching us carefully.

CommoLukasFyrstk: ((Gwen do you want to do a bit?))
GwenivereMarqusa: ((Um, Sure))
RomnHaas: ((Must've caught her in the can, Captain))
GwenivereMarqusa: ((*thwaps Rommie*))
Malachi Styles: ((::Jeopardy Theme plays::-))
GwenivereMarqusa: Captain's Log, stardate 59371.86.  The Trojan Horse has entered Spaculaan Space.  So far it appears that the use of the Orion Ship has been a good idea.  We are almost to the point where the Chekov was last seen. 

Malachi Styles: ::Is working at the science station, running the sensor sweeps::
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Puts her book down after reading the section on clairvoyance.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Eagle's long range sensors pick up the high energy out put of the concentrated weapons fire on the Spaculaan colony.::
GwenivereMarqusa: (those on the Trojan Horse, please use the @ symbol)
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Da....Captain.  I am reading high energy levels on long range scanners.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::At the computer station watching the montors::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Gettting a quick bite to eat in the crew mess.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  THe readings also reach the Horse's sensors::
GwenivereMarqusa: @axo>::sitting in the center seat:: Mr.Lost, ETA?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> [SCI]  Location of the readings, Mr.Fyrstk?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Captian I am reading high leves of energy from a near by Spaculaan colony
T L Lost: @<helm>Umm . . . ::looks at the Orion Console:: 5 minutes Captain.
Malachi Styles: SCI> Coming rom the Spaculaan colony, sir. ::checks readings,:: Spacula Two is breaking off their shadow pattern.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Sits crosslegged on a bio bed and concentrates  on seeing what is going on up on the bridge.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] What kind of energy?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Read like weapons fire sir.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Sir,  the computer has come up with a couple probabilities.  One of them is concentrated weapons fire.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] Can you tell the source?
Tebok trKhev: [brb]
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Helm.  Follow Spacula Two.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::looks around the bridge for Rommie::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> If i am not mistaken the enegry pattern in that of phaser fire from a federation ship
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::The Eagle jmps to warp, following the Spaculaan ship::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>+[ops]+ Lt. Haas, please report to the bridge.
RomnHaas: @OPS>+[AXO]+ On my way.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Concentrating very hard she can "see" onto the bridge but anyone who has psionic powers can detect her "presence"::
EnsHarriman: OPS2>[CO] I am picking up transmissions from Spacula Two, Captain.  They are requesting aid for the colony.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Walks te short distance from the mess hall to the bridge::[AXO]  You w-wanted to see me?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Let them know we're on our way. Helm.  Jump to maximum warp.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Yellow alert.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] Keep a eye on what's going on over there.  Unforunately we can't just go running over there.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Aye Aye Cap
Tebok trKhev: [back]
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] How far are you on getting control of the Chekov's systems?
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Eagle jumps ahaed of Spacula Two and arrives first at the colony::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[SCI]  Give me a status of the colony, Mal.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> A ship has dropped out of warp at the colony. 
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Once w-we're in range of her, Skipper, providing they haven't put up some fancy blocks, we are ready.  We c-can get Max in the back door a-and he can shut the whole system down.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] What range?
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Scans te planet.::-(mutters) Omigod!
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] What ship?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Its the Eagle Gwen. They may be heading into a trap.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::looks over to Malachi::
RomnHaas: @OPS> We'll need to be within a few thousand kilometers of the ship.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[osci] They can take care of themselves, keep an eye on them.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  The colony........ it's.... been decimated.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Alright
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Acknowledge, we'll try to get you that close.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[AMO]+ Fyrstk to Sick bay.  Activate the EMH and arrange for triage teams to go down to the colony
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::The sound of the comm breaks her concentration.:: +CO+ Yes Sir.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  I am reading life signs, sir.  Just not that many.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Computer activate the Emergency Medical Hologram
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Rommie, Bring up the Orion trade routes.  Find one that brings us close to that colony.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> [OPS2] Go to red alert.  Let Spacula two know what we've found and are starting to help.
Ratchet: @CMO>::is listening and reading a medical report of sorts::
EnsignMelody: AMO> +Ship+ All active medical personell report to Sickbay for Triage assignemts.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Aye.  ::Brings up the trade routes, they appear onscreen.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Spacula Two has put out a general assist call for the colony, Gwen
Malachi Styles: SCI> +[AMO]  Malachi to Dr. Melody.  I am sending you coordinates of the life signs on the planet.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Let's head over there and see what trading, err, assisting, we can do then.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Assigns personell as the arrive at sickbay and sends them to the transporter room.:+Sci+ Thank you Malachi. Sending teams to transporter room three.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] Mr. Lost, set course, max warp.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::Spacula Two enters the system::
EnsignMelody: AMO>+CO+ Sir do you wish me to head up the teams or orgistrat from here?
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] Aye Captain. ::plots a course for the colony.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> engage.
T L Lost: @<helm>::sits back in his seat and relaxes a little as the ship jumps into warp towards the colony::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[AMO]+ Please head up the teams.  They may need special considerations on their rescue.  If you need any equipment on the colony we can send it down on the Talon.
EnsignMelody: AMO>+CO+ Aye sir. ::Heads out with medical equipement in hand.:: EMH you have sickbay.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Rommie, send out a message that we are coming.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::checks his console::  Josie!  Sensor sweep of section 45A2
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Sends the message::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci>:: Swweps sensors over the sector
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Gwen, if Josie confirms what I-I saw, I think we found the chekov
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] Josie?
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Rommie's sensor anomaly shows up as possible exhaust from the Chekov, then it is gone.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Sensors confirm
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] How far away?
RomnHaas: @OPS>  About 30 thousand kilometers
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Beams down with the medical teams.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Were they moving?
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Negative.  They're sittting s-still
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] How close did you say you needed to be Rommie?
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO\  Couple thousand, Gwen, b-but if we turn towards them now, it will look suspicious.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Agreed.  Keep an eye on them.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Scanning the area, spots the Trojan Horse.::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Arrives at the scene of the distruction. Buildings on fire, panic in the streets. alot of people dead or seriously injured. She sheds a tear but pulls herself together. ::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] maintain course for now. 
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Rommie, did you get that message sent out yet?
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Sensors detect an Orion trader ship on approach, Captain.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Aye, Skipper.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::She sends the teams to assist with the injured while she send a message back to the Eagle for the equipment she is going to need.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>  I-it went out just as I spotted the Chekov.
EnsHarriman: OPS2>[CO]  THe AMO is sending her equipment request.  I am forwarding them to the shuttle bay.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] good
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Sir If the Eagle would send us a message warning us off the planet it would give us an excuse to change course.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Acknowledged.  Have the Talon launch as soon as it is ready.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] What other ships are in the area Josie?
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> I'm picking up Spaculaa Two.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Spacula One suddenly comes up right behind the Horse, scans it and moves on::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Useing her new powers to keep in touch with the rest of the teams.::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> And we just got buzzzed by Spacula One
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: The Talon launches with it's medical insert in it.::
EnsHarriman:
OPS2>[CO]  The Talon is away.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Tells the rest of the team to direct the injured over to the Talon after it lands.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2} Acknowledged.  Malachi.  Start concentrating scans outwards in space.  See if you can fahnd anything.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Already on it, sir.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] All stop helm.
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] acknowledged.  ::brings the Trojan Horse to a stop::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::bounces a sensor scan off the Horse to say "hello"::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Enter the Talon as it lands, sets up the medical suit and starts to work on the most injured first.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] I think there are too many ships for the Orions to make any kind of profit on this deal.  Especially with the federation there.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> The Eagle bounced a sensor scan off us.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Agreed.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] What's the status of the Chekov?
RomnHaas: OPS>[CSCI]  Josie, c-can you bounce something back to the Eagle.  Get them to concentrate scans in that area?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Rommie, also send the coordinates to the helm.
RomnHaas: @OPS>:Checks::  AS far as I can t-tell, they're still sitting idle
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] Try to find a course to set that will bring us within the distance that Rommie needs, without causing suspicions.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[HELM]  Tru, 323 mark 1
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] aye Captian.  [ops] Thanks Rommie.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Sure. ::Sends a radation leak distortion to the Eagle for that sector.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::brings up the trade routes and plots the Eagle and the Chekov on the charts.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Sees the "signal", wonders....then scans the area.::
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] I believe I have a course Sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Chekov moves off quickly when the Eagle sensors come across it's path
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM
BACK

USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Sim of 050615

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
EnsignMelody: ::Waves and smiles at Mal.::
EnsignMelody: :AA::
EnsignMelody: (CSci) ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
Tebok trKhev: ::AA::
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's log, Stardate 59376.36 (05/18/2382, 09:00 hours)

We have been putting up this ruse of searching for our lost starship in the hopes of throwing Gladaham's attention towards us, and allowing the Trojan orse to get in close. Bah now, they should be in the Theonians home system.  An also hopefull, they will fahnd some trace of the Chekov there. In the meantahme, we wait and "search."
CommoLukasFyrstk: ((Gwen?))
GwenivereMarqusa: ((yup))
GwenivereMarqusa: Captain's Log, Trojan Horse.  Lt. Hass has come up with a way to locate the Chekov while cloaked.  We discovered the Chekov hanging around to watch it's handy work.  But before we could get in range to reset the codes, the Chekov dissapeared.  We are still searching.

CommoLukasFyrstk: <CO>[SCI]  Malaci?  Do you have the Horse on long-range scan?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Any sign of the Chekov Rommie?
Malachi Styles: [SCI]  Aye, sir.  They have entered the Theonian home space.  I.... I am also detecting another ship not too far from them.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  Horse's sensors pick up the Excelsior-clone on an intercept course.
Ltjg Tracy: CSci> Skipper we have an Excelsior Clone on sensors heading for us
GwenivereMarqusa: ((those on the Trojan don't forget the @))
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci]Spacula One?
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Sitting in the CMO's office writing a report of what happened on the planet. Somehow the words ' I really miss Mal.' get put into the report.::
Ratchet: @CMO>::On the Trojan horse, staying out of the way and sort of glad there are no medical emergencies so far::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Theone's Helm hails the Horse.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Not S-Spacula One, Skipper.  Theone's Helm and they're hailing.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Leaves a copy on the desk for Ratchet, picks up a second copy and heads for the bridge.::
Ltjg Tracy: CSci> Skipper I can alter our outgoing message so that we look slightly diffrent so we are not as noticable
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] any sign of the Chekov?  Put them on screen.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci]::nods::good
Malachi Styles: SCI>[CO]  I can't be certain at this distance, captain, but I think it is Gladiam's Excelsior-clone.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Gladaham's clone? It can't be. We destroyed that
Lt Borek: AXO> Could they have gotten another?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Ah didn't think there were anymore that were space-worthy, but we can't take that chance
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci>::Taps in the sequence ::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Helm.  Start steering us that way.  Warp one, but be ready to jump on mah command.
T L Lost: ((sorry, I'm spacing))
RomnHaas: @OPS>::puts the comminique onscreen.::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Exits onto the bridge.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::sitting at the Trojan Horse' helm::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @T's H>  Orion trader.  Cut your engines now or be destroyed.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::turns to see who entered the bridge.::Dr. Melody.  Welcome to the bridge.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Smiles:: Thank you Captian. I wanted to bring you my report on the Spaculaan colony.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Mr. Harriman, see if you can  listen in on Orion channels.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::looks at screen for a moment, then motions for Tru to stop::
EnsHarriman: OPS2> Aye, sir.::tries tuning in.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::brings the Trojan Horse to a stop::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @T's H>  I am Heiriam of theone's Helm.  What is your business in this space?
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Smiles at Mal as she passes him to give the Captian her report.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Trade.  Whatelse is there?
Malachi Styles: SCI>::heart jumps as he sees Melody.  Smiles and nods hello, trying to look as professional as possible.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>  What do you have to trade?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Question is, what do you have to trade?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>:Takes the report from Melody.::Thank you, Doctor.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Your welcome Sir.::Starts to head back for the TL::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam> Typical business-being.  We have lots to trade, if you have the right goods.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::quickly scans the report.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[AMO] Ensign?
EnsignMelody: AMO>:Stops and turns:: Yes sir?
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Clears his throat for attention::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[AMO]  Have you proff-read this report?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins then looks over to Rommie::
Malachi Styles: SCI>:watches between his monitor and the exchange between his dad and Melody::
EnsignMelody: AMO> Um No sir. I hope I didn't leave anything out.
T L Lost: @<helm>::squirms in his chair::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Acccidentally" hits the mute:: Gwen  Theonians really like Goishen tea.  M-maybe if we said we had a good source for it...
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Appears very annoyed at the loss of sound::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[AMO]::Hands her back the PADD::  Check through it one more tahme.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::nods to Rommie then turns back towards screen and starts speaking before the mute is off:: I do have something you might find interesting.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Glances quickly to Malachi, trying not to smile::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Reads through what she wrote till she gets to the line about Mal and blushes two shades of red.::
Ratchet: @CMO>::just sits back and listens to all that is going on::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @HEIRIAM>  Is there a problem with your communications system, Captain?
EnsignMelody: AMO>I... I'm sorry sir. THAT shouldn't have been in there. My mind must have been wandering.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Wonders what she wrote::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::frowns and looks off screen for a moment::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Ah didn't think so, Ensign.  PLease correct your report.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci>::mutters in the background:: With the bucket of bolts I wouldn't be surprised.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::looks back to screen:: I'm sorry, it appears that we are.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Having restored normal communications nods for Gwen to say yes.::
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Blushes some more.:: Yes sir. ::Deletes the line from the report.:: Here you go sir.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::looks skeptically::  See to it you have that fixxed.  Now what of interest do you have?
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::Heiriam has gotten many "interesting" things from Orion traders before.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Thank you, Doctor.  You are welcome to remain on the bridge if there is nothing pressing waiting for you in sick bay.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>I know of a very good source for Goishen tea.  One that only a handful of people know.  Large quantities are available . . . for the right price of course.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Eyes light up:: Goishen tea?  Now that is interesting.  What is your price?
EnsignMelody: AMO> Thank you sir.  ::goes to what ever unoccupied seat is closest to the science station.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::Science sensors on the Horse detect the Chekov exhaust signature headed for their planet.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::smiles as Melody moves to a nearby station::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>I prefer to trade in information.  My price is negotiable.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Status on communications, Mr. Harriman?
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam> Information?  Most unusual, Captain.  What type of information?
EnsHarriman: OPS2>  Negative, Captain.  We're too fr away to eavesdrop.
Ltjg Tracy: @Csci> ::Sends a message to Gwen's chair console.:: Have detected exhaust from chekov heading for planet::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::tries redirecting sensors to pinpoint on the Horse::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Information is less easily stolen Captain.  As for what kind of information, that would be anything of value.  Including things like codes, or who's doing things they shouldn't be doing.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Wants to direct helm to increase speed but knows that would raise suspicions.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::reads the message, replies:: "distance?"
EnsignMelody: AMO>(Mal)~ I bet you are curious as to the nature of my little mistake~
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Suspicious look comes to his face::  Dangerous information, Captain.  Information seeking like that can get you killed.... if you ask the wrong people
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> True.  But somehow, I doubt I've asked the wrong person.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Replies:: Half a light year but we are going to lose track of them just sitting here.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam> Possibly.  So long as you aren't with Starfleet.  ::Definite suspicion in his voice::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Walks over to Josie's console::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Shows him the readings but complains about something to him in Orion::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::whispers::  We might have to let them go this time, but we know w-where they're headed.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Starfleet is overrated captain. I'm more interested in Tholians.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>  You are eithe one brave trader, or one foolish trader.  Tholians aren't to be messed with.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::just smirks::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Nods in response to Rommie::
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> ::Has Max start to plot possiable courses and routes the chekov may take::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Raises eyebrows::Captain?  Perhaps you would care to follow us to our port.  We can.... discuss things face to face.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::This female captain intrigues Heiriam.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::gets a positive ID on the ship with the Horse::Captain.  I have sensor readings on the ship with the Horse.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>What are the coordinates?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[SCI]  Report.
Ltjg Tracy: @CSci> Skipper that other object for your collection we are keeping an eye out for might also be at the port.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  It is an Excelsior clone, sir but not Spacula One or Two.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>  Allow us to escort you. 
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> We will of course follow, however, I would like some idea on where we're going.
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM
BACK

USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Sim of 050622

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
LtJosephineTracy: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
Ratchet: ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
Ens Melody: (AMO)::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59376.94 (05/18/2382, 14:00 hours)

We have been tracking the progress of the Trojan Horse. Apparently they have been intercepted bah the Theonians and been escorted to the Homeworld. Ah have ordered the Eagel to stay just out of sensor range of the Excelsior clone. We will plot a course around the area so that if they spot us with another ship, we won't raie too much suspicion. Trojan Horse has made it to the Homewolrd. Ah'm leaving it up to them to do what they can to get the Chekov back. The suspense and waiting is killing me.

CommoLukasFyrstk: (Gwen?)
GwenivereMarqusa: Captain's Log, Trojan Horse. We are entering orbit of the Theonian Homeworld, where I will be negotiating a trade with the Theonians. Aparently they are greatly fond of a special type of tea. To avoid suspicions, I am negotiating for information on the Tholians. That will hopefully give Josie and Tru enough time to find the Chekov and figure out the best course to get within range. I plan on taking Rommie and Soren with me to the negotiations.

EnsignMelody has entered the room.
EnsignMelody: (yay it worked)
GwenivereMarqusa: ((woohoo))
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::restlessly looks at the stars on the viewscreen::
GwenivereMarqusa: ::on the bridge of the Trojan horse, looking very different with her transformation::
Malachi Styles: SCI>:Sitting at the science station monitoring te Horse's movements.::
LtJosephineTracy: CSci> ::Looks up at Gwen as she enters.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::enters the Horse's bridge looking like a Romulan::
Ratchet @CMO>::on the bridge watching all the things going on about and feeling rather unneeded::
Ratchet: @CMO>::wishes she was a real Romulan::
GwenivereMarqusa: (I'm on the bridge, not entering Josie)
EnsignMelody: ::Is in sickbay feeling rather bored again.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::looks over to Rommie as he enters the ship, grins:: I think I like the new you Rommie.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Walks onto the bridge:: Commander? Are you ready?
LtJosephineTracy: ((Oh sorry Gwen))
T L Lost: @::sitting in his usually spot, at the helm, squirms, wishes for a game::
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> ::Keeps an eye on the monitors looking for traces of the missing ship::
GwenivereMarqusa: @[suntun] As ready as I'm going to be Colonel.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> You're just as stunning as an Orion captain, you know.
RomnHaas: @OPS>:Raises an eyebrow at Suntun's comment.::
Ratchet: @CMO>::is also wishing for a game - Luigi's Mansion::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::smiles to Suntun:: Thank you Colonel.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION: Heiriam hails the Horse::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Decides to take invenrtory of everything in sickbay and make a list of what is needed.::
RomnHaas: @OPS> [AXO] Hail coming in, skipper.
T L Lost: @::looks over his shoulders at Ratch, smiles then looks back to his consoul::
GwenivereMarqusa: @[ops] On screen.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::puts it onscreen::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @HEIRIAM> Captain. Are you ready to transport over?
Malachi Styles: SCI>:Sends a smiley face down to the sick bay computer.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @ Yes, I will also be bringing two of my officers with me. We just await your coordinates.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Hears the sickbay computer beep and goes to look sees the smiley face.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Heiriam>::sligtly annoyed look:: That won't be necessary. You will be perfectly safe
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Giggles and sends back a smiley with the tounge sticking out.::
Ratchet: @CMO>::returns the smile, her look clearly thinking the same thing he is thinking::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::tries to stifle his own giggle::
GwenivereMarqusa: @Oh, but I insist Captain.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Raises an eyebrow and looks over to Science: Something funny, Mr. Fyrstk?
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam> Well, if you insist, Captain. I am sending coordinates now.
Malachi Styles: SCI> Ummmm... No, sir. I.... just thought of a joke.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTIONLLThe coordinates are sent over to the Horse.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @Thank you Captain. ::looks over to Rommie to indicate that he cut the transmission::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Cuts the transmission::
LtJosephineTracy: CSci> ::Sends sensors to full range masked by a "radation leakage" signiture.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::moves over by Gwen::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> I wish I could go over with you.
Ratchet: @CMO>::Fidgets slightly in her seat thinking of level three and how to beat that boss::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::smiles and stands:: Do you Colonel? Well, I must admit, I will enjoy it.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Sends a message to the science console.:: I've missed your visits. Would you like to get together after duty shift ends to get something to eat with me?
GwenivereMarqusa: @[sci] Josie, find that ship.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> Happy hunting, Commander. Be careful
GwenivereMarqusa: @::smiles:: Thank you Colonel. Rommie, Soren let's go.

Malachi Styles: SCI>::Sends back::"Would love to. Will have to ask my dad if I can eat dinner in the mess tonite."
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> I wish I was going with you but I will do everything in this ships power to find it. BTW Max wants to know if you want him to snoop around on that ship you are visiting.
Soren: @SEC> Aye Sir.
RomnHaas: @OPS> ::Follows Gwen::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Sits in the command chair::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::heads to the transporter Room::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>[CSCI] What do you mean snoop around?
GwenivereMarqusa: @::turns before leaving the bridge:: [sci] No Josie, I don't.
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO] I w-wil keep my words to a minimum, Gwen
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> Max is my computer's AI personality. He has the ability to move around in computer systems undetected unless the person knows what to look for,
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> And how would he get over to their ship?
GwenivereMarqusa: @[ops] I want both of you to only talk to me, and wisper when you do. It's more secretive that way.
RomnHaas: @OPS> Understood.
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> He would ride the transporter signal when they beamed over.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> Have they ever know what to look for?
GwenivereMarqusa: @[ops] I hope that Max doesn't go over to that ship against my order.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[SCI] Malachi, you can be dismissed. Ah believe you have studies?
Ratchet: @CMO>::staying behind and plotting her moves against boss for world 3::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Was hoping he wouldn't think of that.:: Aye, sir. ::Slips out of the science chair.:: Umm sir?
GwenivereMarqusa: @::enters transporter room and stands up on the transporter pad::
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> Not that I know of. Gladim did at one time set a loop for him but it was a general anti computer virus type program.
RomnHaas: @OPS> J-josie wouldn't let him go, unless ordered to.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::grimaces:: Then they know of his abilities. Scratch that idea for now
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Looks to Malachi:: Yes?
GwenivereMarqusa: @ yeah, and I did specifically tell her not to when we left the bridge.
Soren: @SEC>::stands up on the transporter pad next to Gwen::
Malachi Styles: SCI> Sir, would you mind if I ate in the crew mess tonite?
Ratchet: @CMO>:Has a sudden craving for Romulan osol twist for some odd reason::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> The crew mess? ::Contemplates a moment:: Ah suppose not. It'll be lonely eating without you, but go ahead. Enjoy yourself.
@Max: ::Pops up on the arm chair screen dressed as an Ensign and salute Suntun:: Yes sir. Wouldn't think of it with out permission. But I have figured out a solution incase that happens again.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Steps onto the transporter pad::
LtJosephineTracy: @Csci>::Shakes her head.:: That would be Max.
Malachi Styles: SCI> Thank you, sir! ::Turns and almost skips into the TL::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::motions for the security officer manning the consol to energize them over::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: As the team arrives on Theone's Helm, they see armed guards waiting for them. THe guards hod out their hands for any weapons.::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Looks to Gwen for her cue::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Goes back to doing inventory.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>+[AMO] Malachi to Melody.
GwenivereMarqusa: @::looks at the Guard for the moment, then takes the dagger she had in her belt and handed it to the Guard closest to her. Motioned for the others to do the same::
EnsignMelody: AMO> +Melody here, What's up Mal. ::He can hear her smile in her voice.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Looking surprised at Max:: And what would that solution be?
RomnHaas: @OPS>::reluctantly does the same.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>+[AMO]+ Dinner is a go. I have to go do my studies first.
@Max: Well you see the loop was set up as a trap for a computer virus. So I make a copy of myself.:: Another Max shows up on the screen.: Well hello there. ::Pushes the other Max into a swirling vortex labled 'the loop'::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::tries to keep a solemn look on his face::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::waits impatiently for the guards to lead the way::
@Max And while he is in there getting torn apart I can continue snooping useing my stealth mode. ::Turns invisable:: Anyone looking at the code will only see normal running systems programs.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: The guards lead the way to what was once a conference room. They hold Rommie and Soren at the entrance and allow Gwen to enter.
T L Lost: @::looks over his shoulder listening to Max and shakes his head, still not overly happy with Josie, and therefore max::
EnsignMelody: AMO> Great. Tell me when you arre done and I'll meet you in the mess hall.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::The room is now luxuriously furnished. Heiriam is sated on a sofa, two glasses with a burgunday colored liquid in front of him.::
EnsignMelody has left the room.
EnsignMelody has left the room.
Malachi Styles: ((I'll wait til she comes back to answer her))
GwenivereMarqusa: @::walks into the conference room, and heads over to the Captain::
EnsignMelody has entered the room.
EnsignMelody: ((Sorry got booted))
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::now wearinf a flowing silk robe, rises:: Captain. You are more beautiful in person.
Malachi Styles: SCI>+[AMO]+ Will do, Mel. See you a little later.
GwenivereMarqusa: @Thank you Captain. Shall we get down to business?
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Is annoyed at being held in the corridor.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::indicates the sofa.:: Please sit. Let's get to know each other first.
GwenivereMarqusa: @::smiles and sits down:: I am not the most patient of people.
Ratchet: @CMO>::thinking suddenly on another game that involves Romulans which is really cool and flying and shooting and somehow magic too::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::smiles and sits next to her:: Patience is a virtue, Captain. ::Hands her a glass.:: Let's drink to future endeavors.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Instead of returning to ding inventory she sits down at the console and starts to plan what she is going to wear on her first date with Mal.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @::takes the glass:: Business before pleasure Captain.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Sighs, his handsome face offering Gwen and exasperated look:: You traders are all alike, aren't you? Very well, Captain. What information might I have for you?
GwenivereMarqusa: @ Of course we are. That's how we become successful.
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Nods understandingly::
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci> ::Continues to scan for Traces of the Chekov::
GwenivereMarqusa: @What information do you possess?
Ratchet: @CMO>::suddenly thinking perhaps medicine was not the best of major ideas::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::Unbeknownst to the crew, the Chekov sits powered down in a nearby dock::
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM
BACK

USS Eagle, NCC 9561

Sim of 050629

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
RomnHaas: :AA::
Malachi Styles: ::AA::
LtJosephineTracy: ::AA::
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59377.45 (05/18/2382, 18:30 hours)

We are continuing our observations of the Trojan Horse.  It is still in Theonian Homespace.  Ah want so bad to contact them and see how they are doing, but Ah don't want to blow their cover at all. We are maintianing our guise of "looking" for the Chekov. Ah have gone off duty and am returning to mah quarters.  Ah have left strict instructions to summon me should anything change.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::shuts off the recorder and leaves the bridge.::
Malachi Styles: SCI> ::heading for the crew mess hall.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::walks out of the negotiation room and motions for Rommie and Soren to follow her back to where they beamed down.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Standing in the corridor waiting for Gwen::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Follows Gwen, wanting to ask all sorts of questions::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Is waiting for Mal in the Mess hall::
T L Lost: @<helm>::receives the coordinates from Josie, and plots the trajectory that the Chekov is currently on::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Suddenly falls to his knees in the corridor with a sharp pain in his head.  Unknowingly sends out the pain to other psi-sensative people on the ship, which THEY find very painful::
LtJosephineTracy: @CSCI> ::Switches the scanners to read the background  noise to keep track of the Checov: I hope Gwen gets back soon.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Grabs her head.:: Mal? ::Runs out of the mess hall.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>+Trojan Horse+ 3 to beam up.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::just as quick, the pain goes away.  Starts to get to his fet, still a bit dazed.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The three are beamed back to the Horse::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::smiles to Rommie, then turns and heads towards the bridge::
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]::Appearing on the Horse::  S-so what happened in there?
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Comes running up the corridor in her blue dress.:: Mal? Are you alright?
Soren: @SEC>::follows the other two::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> I think I broke his heart.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Leans against the wall.::  Yeah.... wh-what happened?
RomnHaas: @OPS>::raises an eyebrow::  B-broke his heart?
EnsignMelody: AMO> I don't know. I felt some sort of pain and all I could think about was you. Why don't we make a detour to Sickbay before dinner just to make sure everything is ok?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::turns and grins at Rommie:: Yeah . . . he wanted more then just the Tea in trade.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  You think that's....necessary?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::with a twinkle in her eye:: It was a shame to turn him down though.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Smiles sweetly:: Better safe then sorry.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Y-you weren't considering it were you?
Malachi Styles: SCI>  OKay....::Straightens up::  You're te doctor..::Weak smile::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Heads to Sickbay with Mal.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::teasingly:: Well, I did consider it . . . ::turns and starts heading back to the bridge:: for the good of the mission and all.
Muerta: <nurse>::in sickbay, going over some work::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Follows to the bridge...skeptical::  Yeah....for the mission.
EnsignMelody: AMO> :Enters sickbay with Mal in tow:: It shouldn't take too long.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  I really don't know what happened.  It was scary.
EnsignMelody: AMO> I know I felt it too.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::chuckles:: In the end, I decided that I could just blame everything on my mate.  I told him that my mate was the jealous type and would put a price on his head if we did anything.
RomnHaas: @OPS>  :mutters:  Your mate would downright d-do the job himself.
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Points to a bio bed as she grabs a scanner.:: Sit there and I'll give you the once over.
Muerta: <nurse>::looks over as Mal and Melody as they enter and raises her eyebrows, frowning slightly.  Stands and heads over:: Everything okay?
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Gets up on the bio-bed.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::looks over to Rommie and grins, then steps onto the bridge::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Suddenly chuckles at the thought of getting a "once over."::
EnsignMelody: AMO> Mal had some sort of sudden intense head pain and he kinda broadcast it. So I thought we should check it out.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] Mr. Lost, please back us up 200,000 km from the homeworld.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] Josie, tell me you found something
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@I did/The Chekov just left. They cloaked and went into warp.
Muerta: <nurse>[mal] This ever happen before Mal?
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Checks the comm channels.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] They still within tracking range?
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@::Has a big grin on her face.:: Yes and no.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  I..... I had a real slight headache earlier while I was doing my schoolwork.
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] Aye skipper.  ::backs the TH up to the required distance::
Muerta: <nurse> Was that the first time its happened?
Malachi Styles: SCI>::nods:: Yes, ma;am.
EnsignMelody: AMO>::Starts to run the scanner over Mal's head::
Muerta: <nurse>Where you thinking about similar things both times?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::takes a seat and then turns and looks at Josie, raises her eyebrows:: [sci] Explain please.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::thinks a moment.::  No, ma'am.  THe first time I was thinking about sensor waves and how they work.
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@They are out of our sensor range but they took the time to scan us before they left and I tagged them.
Malachi Styles: SCI>  This time I was just thinking about dinner.
Muerta: <nurse> You sure that another thought didn't creep up on you when you were thinking about sensor waves Mr Fyrstk?
RomnHaas: @OPS>"Tsaagged" them?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::was about to ask the same question:: How?
RomnHaas: ((That was weird....*tagged*))
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ I slightly altered their sensors background filter so that they are leaving a signiture in the background noise so we can track them.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::looks quizzically at the nurse::  Another thought, ma'am?
Muerta: <nurse>Yes, like maybe a thought about Dinner . . . or maybe a particular person?
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Interesting.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>And will they be able to notice this alteration?
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Also give the nurse a look then goes back to looking at the readings.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::blushes and quick glances to Melody::  Well.... I was thinking about Dr. Melody here.  We were going to have dinner together.
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ Only if they run a full level five dionostic on the sensor systems.
Muerta: <nurse>So, you were thinking about the same thing both times then. 
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  All mal's reading have returned to normal.  A residual trace of psionic energy shows p on Melody's scanners::
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Oh no, ma'am.  The first time I was thinking of my studies.  My teacher already had.... seen to that
EnsignMelody: AMO> thats intresting. HIs readings are normal but it shows some trace of psionic energy.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Shows the readings to Muerta::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Josie's projected trajectory show the Chekov heading for the Eagle.::
Muerta:
<nurse>::looks at the readings:: Mal, how long have your psionic abilities been present?
LtJosephineTracy: CSci> @ Skipper. IF my projected trajectroy is correct. Gladim isn't fooling around anymore. He's heading for the Eagle's location.
T L Lost: ((Josie's? So mine didn't show that?))
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Shrugs::  Not very long.  They have basically been just developing...I started feeling them about two or three months after I turned thirteen.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Shrugs again::  So almost a year now
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> He is? [ops] Rommie, send out a message to the Eagle and let them know.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] Then send a message to Captain Heiriam and let him know that if he decides to trade with us, to send us a message.  We don't have time to just sit around and waste.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ((My apologies, Mr. Lost.  Of course your's could as well.))
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> Mr. Lost, plot us a course along trade lines that will bring us close to the Eagle's current position.
EnsignMelody: AMO> You didn't know he had psionic abilities?
RomnHaas: @OPS>  Aye, skipper.  ::Sends the message.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::looks on his color coded map and notices one that is colored green that will take us right there:: Course plotted and laid in skipper.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Do you think that him assisting in training me is putting a strain on his abilities?
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::Heiriam hails the Horse::
Tebok trKhev has entered the room.
Muerta:
<nurse>It's possible, especially since he's just coming into his abilities.
Tebok trKhev: [::enters chatroom shaking and muttering about the evil of aliens:: Sorry I am late]
RomnHaas: @OPS>[AXO]  Gwen.  Heiriam is hailing.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[ops] On Screen.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Well that make two of us. ::Smiles at Mal.::
RomnHaas: ((We're all aliens here, Ratchet.  Rigellian, Vulcan...etc))
RomnHaas: @OPS>::dose so.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: @HEIRIAM>  Captain?  You aren't going away mad are you?
Malachi Styles: SCI>  So....so does that mean I can't help you anymore?
EnsignMelody: AMO> I hope not.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins:: Mad?  Never.  You didn't really have what I wanted to begin with Captain.  I don't have time to just sit and wait.  Unless you have an answer for me now, I have other matters I need to attend to.
Muerta: <nurse> It means you should give it a break for a little while Mal.
EnsignMelody: AMO> See it's not all that bad. So is he clear to go have some dinner now Muerta?
CommoLukasFyrstk: @Heiriam>::Suddenly listens to someone off-screen.  Content with the course set by the Horse, he looks back to the screen::  Well my offer... ALL of my ofers.. stand, Captain. ::Smiles::  I hope we can do business.
Muerta: <nurse>I don't see why not if his readings are normal.  You might think of bringing a psi suppresent with you Doctor.  In case this happens again.
Malachi Styles: SCI>:look of relief::  Well Commander Marqusa should be back son and she can help you too, Melody.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::grins:: Maybe if things change with my mate, I may take you up on that offer.  I shall return then.
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ ::Mutters:: I bet he offered to show you his pillow collection in his private bedroom.
T L Lost: @<helm>::looks over his shoulder at Gwen, wondering what that was about::
RomnHaas: @OPS>::mutters::  Things won't change with your mate.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Thanks Muerta:: Shall we go?
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Slides off the bio-bed.::Let's
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::motions for Rommie to cut the comm::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[helm] Engage Mr. Lost.
RomnHaas: @OPS>:mutters again:: Gladly. ::cuts the transmission::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Takes his arm and walks out of sickbay heading for the Mess Hall::
Muerta: <nurse>::frowns, watching them head out::
T L Lost: @<helm>::hits the nice little red engage button::
LtJosephineTracy: @CSci>I wonder if he's been reading "how to score with alien women" by James T Kirk.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::is informed by the bridge that the TH is on the move.  And that their course could intersect with the Eagle.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::smiles to Rommie:: Wouldn't want to make him upset, now would I Rommie?
RomnHaas: @ops>::cHUCKLES AT jOSIE'S COMMENT::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[sci] Actually, he was a little more convincing then Kirk.
RomnHaas: @ops>[axo] nO... i-i 'SPOSE YOU WOULDN'T
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ Can I play the Captian next time then? ::Smiles::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::informs the OD to monitor all comm channels and sensor readings and that he was on his way back to the bridge.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>hmmm, I don't know, I definately had fun.
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  The Chekov drops out of warp just within sensor range of the Eagle.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ::They remain cloaked but start a slow approach to the other starship::
LtJosephineTracy: CSci> @ My readings say that the Chekov just stopped moveing.
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ Or they are moveing really slow
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> [sci] acknowledged. [helm] Mr. Lost.  ETA?
CommoLukasFyrstk: GLADIAM>::Looks at the image of the Eagle on his screen::  They don't have a chance, do they?
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Enters the mess hall with Mal.::
T L Lost: @<helm>[axo] We will be in range of the Chekov in 5 minutes skipper.
CommoLukasFyrstk: SAMIAM> We will have to be closer to take over their computers, and they are using their sensors extensively, Emminence.
LtJosephineTracy: CSci>@ Gwen Can the Eagle detect the Chekov?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Enters the bridge::  Go to yellow alert.
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Sees te yellow alert::  Crap!
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>hmmm . . . [ops] Send another message to the Eagle informing them that the Chekov is hunting them and how to detect the ship.
EnsignMelody: AMO> Dang... Duty Calls. Maybe later Mal?
RomnHaas: @OPS>  They c-can detect them, the same as we can, but I don't think the captain will e-engage them
Malachi Styles: SCI>  Later sounds great!
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Turns around with him and heads back to sickbay.::Ok See you later then.
RomnHaas: @OPS>::Sends the message about the Chekov hunting the Eagle::
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM
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