USS Eagle, NCC 9561
Sim of 050803
Sim of 050803
CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
LtJG Josie Tracy: ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: ::AA::
Malachi Styles: ::AA::
LtJG Josie Tracy: (Look out its a clone of the captain!!)
CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59467.35
(06/20/2382, 14:00 hours)
CommoLukasFyrstk: We have been searching the Opki System for
our missing comrades.
Tebok trKhev has entered the room.
Tebok trKhev: Sorry all. Lost track of time
CommoLukasFyrstk: We thus far have found evidence of their
ship possibly been caught in a tractor beam, but this far there is no evidence
as to who took them.
CommoLukasFyrstk: Is this the same ship who is responsible
for the disappearance of Commander Bass?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS, CSCI] Any new information?
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> None from me sir.
RomnHaas: OPS>::Looks over to the captain:: N-nothing
yet, sir.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::sitting alone in the room on
the Breen's ship::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI] Josie, you concentrate on getting us eyes in that dead area of
space. Rommmie you concentrate on open
space.
The Breen: Escort>::Kicks Lost to wake him::
T L Lost: @<helm>::sleeping in his room, dreaming
about his games::
EnsignMelody: ::Wonders if she could lift herself with her
telekinisis. Sits on the floor cross legged and consentrates on lifting herself.::
T L Lost: @<helm> Oow! ::wakes up and looks around:: What did you do that for?
RomnHaas: OPS>::Nods:: Aye, sir.
LtJG Josie Tracy: Csci> Yes sir. ::Goes back to working
on a probe to filter our the radiation from the dead areas.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Enters the bridge ::
LtJG Josie Tracy: (out)
The Breen: Escort>::Points his weapon at Lost then
gestures for the door::
T L Lost: @<helm>::grumbles and stumbles towards the
door::
The Breen: Escort>:: Ushers Lost to a similar room that
Gwen is in, and shoves him inside, closing the door behind him::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::Thinks she has the correct
setting.:: Probe away. ::Lauches a sheilded probe into one of the dead areas.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::shakes head, then looks around for
a place to sleep::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Starts to slowly lift off the
floor.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Josie's probe actually starts
giving her readings in the area, but the sensors are limited to a small area
around the probe::
The Breen: ::There isn't even a place for Lost to sit. The room suddenly becomes extremely bright::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci>::Smiles:: Well its a start.
::Sends data to the probe to increase the filter::
The Breen: @VOICE>:: To Lost :: What was your mission in this area of space?
T L Lost: @<helm>::lays down on the floor::
The Breen: @VOICE>
GEt up!
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Lifts herself to the level of the
bio beds.::
RomnHaas: OPS>:: Sees Malachi.:: H-have a seat, Mal. Time to start e-earning your pay.
T L Lost: @<helm>::stays laying down:: Mission? My mission was to fly the Talon. And you better not have even put a scratch
on MY ship!
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::Looks up at Rommie:: We get
paid?
Malachi Styles: SCI>
Aye, sir. ::Sits in the seat
Rommie indicated::
RomnHaas: You get fed, don't you, Josie?
The Breen: @ :: The room is suddenly, painfully
charged.:: I said get up!
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Oh sorry I am from an Old Earth
where paid ment getting money as well as food. ::Smirks::
T L Lost: @<helm>::curls up into a ball::
RomnHaas: OPS>[SCI]
Mal, Lt. Tracy i-is scanning using a probe. That leaves main sensors available to you to scan the o-open
areas of this sector.
The Breen: @::The charge dies down. The door opens up and the Breen escort
enters and lifts Lost off the floor::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci>::Gets an idea and launches a
couple of sheilded probes linked by a couple of thier new slip stream
communication devices also sheilded from the radiation.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::moves to the wall, and
slowly starts feeling her way around to see if she can find anything of
interest::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci>:: The purpose to make a sensor
ring.::
T L Lost: @<helm>Let go of me!
Malachi Styles: SCI> Aye, sir. ::Starts scanning. Sees
the ion trail (which is almost gone now) from the Talon.:: Sir, did you see this?
The Breen: @VOICE> You were instructed to get up. Are you going to answer my question?
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Tries to move herself verticaly
towards the CMOs office.::
T L Lost: @<helm> I did answer your stupid question::
RomnHaas: OPS>[SCI]
:: Loks at the console:: Yes, we
did. Good catch though.
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::Attempts to connect the smaller
scanned areas to make one large one.::
The Breen: @VOICE> :: Pauses a moment:: What was your ship's mission in this sector?
T L Lost: @<helm>We were searching . . .
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Josie's "widened" Sensor area suddenly spots an object. Malachi sees yet another ion trail.::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Sir I have something
The Breen: @VOICE>
Searching.... for what?
T L Lost: @<helm> Our ship
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::Puts it on the main viewer::
Malachi Styles: SCI> [OPS] I.... I have another trail, Mr. Haas.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Continues to move sideways till she
touches a wall then lowers herself to the ground::
The Breen: @VOICE>
Wat ship?
T L Lost: @<helm>I don't know the name of it. I'm not good with names. It was a federation shuttle.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI] What have you got Josie?
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> On main screen sir. It looks like
a ship.
RomnHaas: OPS>::Looks at Mal's screen. Turns tot he captain:: Confirmed, Captain. Another Ion trail.
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci>::Tries to make the image as clear
as possiable::
RomnHaas: OPS>[SCI]
Analyze that trail.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Gets up and walks into the CMO's
office wondering where she is.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION::
The only image on the screen is a large unidentifiable shape.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> It could be a ship, but what kahnd?
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::programs the probes to try to
get a closer look.::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Unknown sir. trying to send the
probes in for a closer look.
The Breen: @:: Lost is left in the room by himself again as
the escort leaves.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::grumbles and lays back down on the
floor::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Walks over and sits behind the CMO's
desk.::
Malachi Styles: SCI>
The computer is giving a match, sir.
It looks like a Breen ship.
LtJG Josie Tracy: Max> Eww they shur have some naaaasty
lookin' ships...Hurts mah sensors just lookin at em.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI] Get me some kind of
dimensions on that thing.
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Aye sir.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::not finding anything, finds
a place to sit down, then closes eyes and tries to meditate instead of going in
sane::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION:: Josie's sensors show that ship to
be almost twice as large as the Eagle.::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Sir that vessel is twice as large
as the Eagle.
LtJG Josie Tracy: MAX> Big an fugly...
The Breen: @:: The door to Gwen's room opens once
again. The escort motions for Gwen to
get up::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Shrugs and starts typing the duty
logs on the computer in the office.::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::opens eyes and looks at the
escort:: Now what?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[CSCI] See if you can fahnd some kahnd of match in the coputers for that
shape.
LtJG Josie Tracy: MAX> Ah'm on it. I got dis...
The Breen: @Escort>::usher her up again::
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::stands up::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>::Raises an eyebrow:: What was that Max?
The Breen: @Escort> :: Ushers her back to the original
holding room::
LtJG Josie Tracy: MAX>Ah found it... Sur. It matches a
Breen Battle Crusier.
RomnHaas: OPS>
Uh,.... Max. You may wish t-to
drop the accent.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo> ::sighs and sits down in the
new room::
LtJG Josie Tracy: MAX> Ah like the accent... It has
Character..
Malachi Styles: SCI>::Tries not to giggle::
RomnHaas: OPS> I
don't think the Captain likes it too much, Max.
The Breen: @Escort>::Enters the room wehre Lost is::
LtJG Josie Tracy: MAX> ::acts like hes clearing his
throat:: I am sorry if I offended you Sir.... But Ah do like yer accent. Sir.
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::on the Eagle in some
place other then sickbay::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> Max, bring up a tactical of the
cruiser on the main viewer.
T L Lost: @<helm>::looks up at the escort:: yes?
LtJG Josie Tracy: Max> Yes sir. :: Puts the stats and
tactical information up on the main screen.::
The Breen: @Escort>:: Ushers Lost up and out the door.::
T L Lost: @<helm>::sighs and goes with the Breen::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> :: Looks at the screen for a long
moment.::
The Breen: @Escort> :: Deposits Lost back in the original
holding room so he is with Gwen again.::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Tries to contact Ratchet with her
Telepathy.::Ensign Melody to Doctor Ratchet. Can you hear me?
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::looks up to Lost:: You okay?
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> [CSCI] Josie? How lahkely are we
to get a hail through that radiation?
T L Lost: @<helm>Yeah, I'm fine. They just interupted a good dream I was
having.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::nods:: Did they ask you any
questions?
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Acculay Very likely due to the
fact I am useing our slipstream communication devices to boost the probes.
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Has her mental shields
up this time as does not want a repeat of that embarressing meeting and so
hears nothing telepathically and continues to do
Tebok trKhev: whatever she is doing which probably involves
Super Smash Bros Melee::
Tebok trKhev: ::and a pet fluffy dragon like creature thing
that Q gave her::
T L Lost: @<helm>Yeah, they asked me what we were
doing in this sector.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Hail the Breen ship, Ensign Harriman.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Feels the mental shields up and
pushes a little harder.:: ~ Doctor Ratchet... Calling Doctor Ratchet...~
RomnHaas: OPS2>::Hails the Breen ship through Josie's
probes::
RomnHaas: OPS2>[CO]
They can hear us, Captain.
GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>They asked me the same thing.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> This is Commodore Lukas Fyrstk of
the Federation Starship USS Eagle to the Breen ship. We have reason to believe you are holding some of our crew. Respond.
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::keeps an eye on the probes and
the comm devices.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>:: loks at the screen::
Malachi Styles: SCI> :: Curious about the Breen also
looks at the screen.::
The Breen: @ Breen Commander> +Eagle+ This is the Breen. What is your business here?
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::Is playing game and
Tafv is watching and eating Bertie Bots every Flavor bean and wishing she was a
werewolf because werewolves are really cool and wondering how she can turn into
one::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>+[Breen]+ Ah've already stated. WE
have evidence you are holding one of mah shuttles. We know where you are, ah am giving you the chance to release
them now.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>[OPS2] Go to red alert, ensign.
RomnHaas: OPS2>:Puts the ship on red alert.::
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::See the Red Alert and goes to set up sickbay for Treage.::
The Breen: BrCmndr>+Eagle+ What makes you think I would consider you a threat?
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::sighs wearily and very
annoyed and turns off game and leaves Tafv and starts for sickbay with a
weariness still thinking though about werewolves, her box of Bertie Bott beans
in her hand::
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO> +[Breen]+ As Ah said. Ah know where you are. Considering the radiation of the area you are in Ah would bet you
cannot see me.
EnsignMelody: AMO> ::Has sickbay ready for injured in
less then two minuets.::
The Breen: @::The Breen comander does not respond, but has
his helmsman move the ship, which Josie sees on her sensors.::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> They are moving their ship sir.
The Breen: @:: They move about two thousand kilometers and
stop:
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci>::Has the probes match thier
movement:: They moved two thousand K and stopped.
CommoLukasFyrstk: CO>
Send their coordinates to tactical.
Tactical, Ah want one phaser shot.....rahght across their bow.
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::still munch jelly
beans but looking more CMOish though werewolves still in mind enters sickbay
and looks about::
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> ::Sends the coords::
GwenivereMarqusa: <tac>[co] Aye Sir ::gets the
coordinates, targets phasers and fires::
EnsignMelody: AMO> Sir we are ready to receive the
injured if nessary. :: Hand Ratchet a report.::
CommoLukasFyrstk: ACTION>::Tactical fires a shot close
enough to burn the paint off their hull::
LtJG Josie Tracy: Max> I said across thier nose not up
it... Sorry sir... Um Nice shot...
Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>Great. Great. ::looks at
report:: That is really good
LtJG Josie Tracy: CSci> Max shh.
The Breen: @Br Cmndr> +Eagle+ We have been searching for
a ship of our own. We found your
shuttle in the area. Our investigation
has turned up that your people are innocent and we will release them.
CommoLukasFyrstk: PAUSE SIM
GwenivereMarqusa: ATTENTION!
GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA::
T L Lost: ::AA::
LtJG Josie Tracy: ::AA::
RomnHaas: ::AA::
EnsignMelody: ::AA::
Malachi Styles: ::AA::
Tebok trKhev: ::AA::
CommoLukasFyrstk: OKay! The rest of the story will go that Commander Marqusa and Lt. Lost are put back on their shuttle and released.