USS Eagle, NCC 9561

CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK

RomnHaas: ::AA::

Malachi Styles: ::AA::

EnsignMelody: :AA::

EnsignMelody: (CSci) ::AA::

CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59461.35 (06/18, 2382  09:30 hours)

CommoLukasFyrstk: It has been a month since the mission involving the USS Chekov. 

CommoLukasFyrstk: The ship has been returned to Starbase 32-Fahve and things have been smoothed over with the Spaculaan authorities.

CommoLukasFyrstk: Lt. Commander Marqusa and Lt. Lost are off ship on a short mission and things have been quahet in this sector.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::shuts off the log recorder.::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>{CSCI]  Lt. Tracy.  After the Chekov mission, mah son has expressed a more than passing interest in the scahence station.

CommoLukasFyrstk: Would you mahnd working with him and showing him it's intracies?

EnsignMelody: CSci> ::Sitting at the science station working on improvements on the Slip stream communication device.She looks up from her work and smiles:: I thought he wanted to be a pilot.

RomnHaas: OPS>:Sitting in the XO's position, listening::

Tebok trKhev has entered the room.

Tebok trKhev: [Eeep lost track of time. My apologies!]

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Smiles::  He's a teen ager.  Ah think he is exploring all his options.

EnsignMelody: CSci> I don't mind sir. He just has to learn not to blush so much.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Chuckles::  Y'all can tell him that yourself.  He should be up as soon as he finishes his morning lessons.

Malachi Styles: ::Right on cue, walks off the turbo lift.::

RomnHaas: OPS>  He could h-have timed that better if he tried.

EnsignMelody: CSci> ::Senses him with her EA::And there he is.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Mal, Lt. Tracy said she would be willing to show you more of the science station.

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Sitting on a chair in sickbay trying to levitate a book useing telekineses>::

Malachi Styles: ::Bright look::  And Max? Can I learn more about him?

EnsignMelody: CSci> I'm sure Max would be happy to answer any of your questions about him.

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Melody's book suddenly up  and flies across sick bay, slamming into the wall::

Malachi Styles: AWESOME!!

Malachi Styles: ::Moves over to the science station::

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Eyes widen.:: Oops I guess I was trying too hard.::Tries to bring the book back to her without it slamming into her.::

EnsignMelody: CSci> So what do you want to know first?

Malachi Styles: ::sits down atht he science station::  How linked are you to the ship?

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet>::In her quarters playing a game and enjoying peace and quit::

EnsignMelody: ((Thats quiet Ratch)

CommoLukasFyrstk: ::Melody's book performs just as she expects it to::

Tebok trKhev: [whatever - its pretty obvious from the context]

CommoLukasFyrstk: ((Just trying to be helpful, Ratch))

EnsignMelody: CSci>::Turns around and lifts her long brown hair showing the datajack in the back of her neck just under her skull:: I have this data jack implanted here that connects me to the console.

RomnHaas: OPS>::Going over crew status reports::

Malachi Styles: ::Eyes brighten::Wow!  That is cool!

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::Melody's book suddenly flies in the opposite direction::

EnsignMelody: AMO> Dang...::Walks over and picks it up::

Malachi Styles: Does it hurt at all?

Malachi Styles: ::Winces suddenly::

EnsignMelody: CSci> No even tho I didn't ask to be implanted the implants don't cause me any pain.

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Ratch's game suddenly shorts out violently::

Malachi Styles: Who implanted them?

EnsignMelody: CSci>Well thats a long story if you want to hear it.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet>::Looks confused, frowns then picks up another, planning to get the first fixed::

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Starts again trying just to levitate the book.::

Malachi Styles: I would love to.

RomnHaas: OPS> [CO]  S-sir, I am going below for a bit.  Something crew-related to take care of.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::nods:: Go ahead, Rommie.  We're good up here.

RomnHaas: OPS>:Data padd in hand heads for the TL::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Well first thing you should know is that even tho I am Human and from Earth. I am not from the Earth you know.I come from an alternate reality. When I was 16 a scientist from a huge computer corporation ran into me while I

EnsignMelody: was walking home. He had been shot several times and as we fell to the ground he injected me with a syring that was carrying a prototype micro computer.

RomnHaas: OPS>[TL] Sick bay.

Malachi Styles: ::looks of shock::  Shot? A guy was shot?

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Melody's book flips twice and drops tot he deck::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Yes the year was 1996

RomnHaas: OPS>::Exits the TL and heads for sick bay.::

EnsignMelody: AMO> Damn...::Tries to levitate it off the floor.::

Malachi Styles: So he injected you to protect what he was carrying?

EnsignMelody: CSci> Yes to keep it out of the hands of the rival company that had sent the killers.

RomnHaas: OPS>::Enters sick bay::

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Still sitting on the chair concontrating on lifting the book.::

Malachi Styles: That's so cool.  Did it hurt you at that time?

EnsignMelody: CSci> Yes it hurt alot. I was in a coma for three weeks.

RomnHaas: OPS>  Ensign Melody?

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Looks up startled.::

Malachi Styles: Three weeks??::Slight wince::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet>::enjoying her solitude and her candy::

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Melody's book almost slams into Rommie::

RomnHaas: OPS>  Whoa!!  B-ne careful there Doc.

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Stands.::Sorry about that. Can I help you sir?

RomnHaas: OPS>::Loks over his shoulder at the book::  I-I need to speak with you.

EnsignMelody: CSci> Of course the doctors at that time didn't know what was wrong with me. When I woke up I had this weird writing on the inside of my eyes and what the comic books call super powers.

Malachi Styles: Super powers??  Cool!!

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Walks over to him:: Of course sir. What about?

Malachi Styles: ::Suddenly breaks out in sweat and in pain.....falls back in his chair::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Mal? What's wrong?

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::  Ratch's game explodes, Rommie's data padd does also::

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Sheilds herself from the flying debris.::

RomnHaas: OPS>::Drops the padd as he receives burns on his hands::: Ahhhhhhh

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Runs over and grabs medical equipment to treat burns.:: Sit down over there. ::Points to a biobed.::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Yelps in surprise and looking sad over her nice game and in pain over any injuries recieved from this sad destruction of wonderful video gameness:: Thank the Elements it was not my Gamecube

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Looks over tot he science station::  Mal?

EnsignMelody: CSci> ::Pulls out a tricorder and scans Mal.::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[CMO]  Medical emergency on the bridge!!!

Malachi Styles: ::Leans forward holding his head::

Malachi Styles: Hurts...... bad.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::sniffs, has anime sad look then yelps and for a second hesitates as an injured doctor is probably not that reassuring but then sighs and picking up a kit heards for the bridge hoping it does not look that bad

Tebok trKhev: and a sad look goes to her poor nice game::

CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: consoles on the bridge start to short out::

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Starts treating Rommie's burns::

RomnHaas: OPS>[AMO]  You didn't do that to my p-padd did you?

EnsignMelody: CSci>What the? ::Yanks the cord connecting her to the science console.::

EnsignMelody: AMO> I don't think so.

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Mal! Mal, look at me.  Can you hear me son?

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Enters the bridge with kit looking hurt and a little sad and confused and yet also very chief medical officer like::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Ratch Mal is ill.::Hands her the tricorder.::

Malachi Styles: ::Looks up at his dad, eyes very distant.::

Malachi Styles: Make it stop.::Winces again::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Scans Mal with a medical tricorder looking concerned and curious and worried and concerned::

CommoLukasFyrstk: ::The medical tricorder shorts out::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Max emergency shut down. Don't argue just do it.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Yelps again dropping it:: ARIENNYE!! What is going on here?

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Mal.  Trah and calm down son.  Ah think you're causing this.  Doctor!  Sedate him.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::As cannot really tell what is wrong with Mal with not working tricorder, seeing though he is in pain gives him a straong pain killer followed by a sedative:: Causing it? what did I do? ::utterly confused::

Malachi Styles: Dad...::tears streaming down his face::  It hurts

EnsignMelody: CSci> Not you Ratch he was talking to Mal.

Malachi Styles: ::Suddenly the pain medication takes effect.::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Trah another trah-corder now.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Shrugs and scans with another medical tricorder::

RomnHaas: OPS> [AMO]  Well, why I-I needed to speak with you, I can do w-without the padd.

CommoLukasFyrstk: ::This tricorder stays intact.  It shows all levels of Mal's bio-readings elevated dangerously high.::

EnsignMelody: AMO> Go ahead these burns arn't too severe. ::Runs the dermal regenerator over his burns.::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO> Errr okay. ::Does not understand but digs through afore mentioned medical kit to give him something to lower the high readings::

RomnHaas: OPS>  I notied in a report from another crew member that you have been.....getting close to the captain's son.

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::blushes:: Yes. Is something wrong about that?

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CMO]  Can we move him now?  Take him down to sick bay?

RomnHaas: OPS> W-well.... some might deem i-it inappropriate.  You being an Starfleet o-officer and he's just a kid.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>Give it a moment. I want to let the drugs take effect first. TRying to lower the readings and stabilize him and all of that sort of thing

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI]  Get me a damage report on the consoles.

EnsignMelody: CSci> Yes sir. right away.::Starts checking the consoles.::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Continues to study the readings carefully until she feels he is stable enough to be moved::

Malachi Styles: ::Is now near-unconscious::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Gives him another one of those hypo sprays of brilliance that seem to solve everything in the 24th century to try and fix things or make him stable to be moved::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Picks Mal up:: Let's go, Doc.

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Looks at Rommie with sadness in her eyes.:: I'm really not that much older then him. And it just he's been so nice to me, he's been here for me when I needed help. It's just I... ::Turns away from Rommie.::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI]  Lt. Tracy, you have the bridge.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>Yes. Right. As you say.

RomnHaas: OPS>  Just, What, Ensign.:: Softness in his voice::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Does not think it a good idea to mention if Mal is responsible he did break her briliant copy of The Legend of Zelda Twilight Princess of course not that it seems he meant to::

EnsignMelody: CSci> Aye sir. ::Reactivates Max and continues to check the extent of damage to the bridge consoles::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>{tl]  Sick bay!

EnsignMelody: AMO> He thinks of me as a girl, a real girl. Not a Starfleet officer, not as a doctor but as a real girl. And I guess when I saw that in him I got emotionaly attached to him.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Thinks turbo lifts need elevator music::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::exits the TL and heads to sick bay::

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Feels she could use a good action song or heart pounding thriller kind of song to fit the mood::

RomnHaas: OPS>  I-I can understand that.  Y-you just have to be careful.

EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Turns back to him.:: I think I am in love with him.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Has Bon Jovi's "Its My Life" going through her head as she follows the Commodore::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Enters sick bay and moves to the first available bio-bed.::

RomnHaas: OPS>::Looks over tot he Captin as he rushes in::  Captain?

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>Um sir. You said he was doing the entire exploding sir. Why do you think that sir? ::studying the readings that come up automatically because they are all automatic in the future::

EnsignMelody: AMO>::Sees the Captain come in carrying Mal.:: OH my Goddess... Mal!!:: Runs over.::

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  It's just a hunch, Doctor.  Everything stopped shorting out as soon as he was sedated.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>True. But sir what gave you such a hunch. To help me you know better understand what is wrong with him and all that sir.

EnsignMelody: AMO> It must be his developing mental powers... He had an episode on his way to our first date...

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>  Ah remember his mother telling me that now that he's reached puberty he would need training with his abilities, or things could get ugly.

EnsignMelody: AMO> I think you need to start a class.::Tries to contact Mal telepathicly::~ Mal? Can you hear me?~

CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::doesn't even register the first date comment.::  Run whatever tests ya need to run, Doctor. See if we can at least give him a psi-suppressant.

Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>Yes sir.

Malachi Styles: ::Very weary, but a smile comes to his face::  ~Melody.~

CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM