CommoLukasFyrstk: ATTENTION ON DECK GwenivereMarqusa: ::AA:: LtJosephineTracy: ::AA:: T L Lost: ::AA:: Tebok trKhev: Ratchet><CMO>::AA:: RomnHaas: ::AA:: LtJosephineTracy: (AMO)::AA:: CommoLukasFyrstk: Captain's Log, Stardate 59376.94 (05/18/2382, 14:00 hours) CommoLukasFyrstk: We have been tracking the progress of the Trojan Horse. Apparently they have been intercepted bah the Theonians and been escorted to the Homeworld. CommoLukasFyrstk: 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. CommoLukasFyrstk: 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 GwenivereMarqusa: 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: <axo>::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:: Tebok trKhev: @Ratchet<CMO>::on the bridge watching all the things going on about and feeling rather unneeded:: Tebok trKhev: @Ratchet><CMO>::wishes she was a real Romulan:: GwenivereMarqusa: (I'm on the bridge, not entering Josie) EnsignMelody: <AMO> ::Is in sickbay feeling rather bored again.:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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: @<helm>::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: @<axo>[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.:: Tebok trKhev: @Ratchet><CMO>::is also wishing for a game - Luigi's Mansion:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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: @<helm>::looks over his shoulders at Ratch, smiles then looks back to his consoul:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>[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: @<axo> 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.:: Tebok trKhev: 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: @<axo>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: @<axo>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. Tebok trKhev: @Ratchet><CMO>::Fidgets slightly in her seat thinking of level three and how to beat that boss:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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: @<axo>[sci] Josie, find that ship. CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun> Happy hunting, Commander. Be careful GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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. GwenivereMarqusa: @Soren> Aye Sir. RomnHaas: @OPS> ::Follows Gwen:: CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>::Sits in the command chair:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::heads to the transporter Room:: CommoLukasFyrstk: @Suntun>[CSCI] What do you mean snoop around? GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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: @<axo>[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: @<axo>[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? Tebok trKhev: @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: @<axo>::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: @<axo> yeah, and I did specifically tell her not to when we left the bridge. GwenivereMarqusa: @Soren>::stands up on the transporter pad next to Gwen:: Malachi Styles: SCI> Sir, would you mind if I ate in the crew mess tonite? Tebok trKhev: 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. LtJosephineTracy: @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: @<axo>::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: @<axo>::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. LtJosephineTracy: @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>::triesto keep a solemn look on his face:: GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::waits impatiently for the guards to lead the way:: LtJosephineTracy: @Max> And while he is in there getting torn apart I can continue snooping useing my stealth mode. ::Turns invisable:: LtJosephineTracy: @Max> 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: @<helm>::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 seh comes back to answer her)) GwenivereMarqusa: @<axo>::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: @<axo>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: @<axom>::smiles and sits down:: I am not the most patient of people. Tebok trKhev: @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: @<axo>::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: @<axo> 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: @<axo>What information do you possess? Tebok trKhev: @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