Rank/Name: Cmd. Cynan Mandrake. Locations: USS Vanguard; Quarters and Transporter Room Two. Timeframe: After "Locked and Loaded" (Sean/Luke). Subject: Carillon, Beaming Down. Notes: Okay nothing to heavy to start, just to get us on the planet. If you're unsure of what to write about then I don't mind any lil interaction posts are good or anything small and none direction based. Let's get posting eh and we'll go from there. That said if you have something great, share it! [Quarters] If the settlement on Carillon was much like the old west back on Earth then it no doubt would be to a degree like Albion, Cynan's homeworld, and would make for a relaxing visit. Lifting his foot up onto his chest Cynan strapped a Navajo knife to his leg. He'd accuired it the last time he was on Earth from the Tonawanda Indians. It was a fine piece, the handle was made from that of a Sambar stag with a beautiful mosaic mokume butt cap. He pulled up his right trouser leg and pushed it back down over the knife. Taking his foot of the chest and lowering it back down to the floor he studied himself in his mirror. He was ready. [Transporter Room Two] By the time Cynan had arrived at the transporter room, Team One under the command of Lt. Commander Zena Quetan, had already left. Des, Kieran and Shar were now waiting on the pads for Cynan. "Taking your time, Cynan?" Shar quipped. "Men!" Des joked, mockingly. "Hey if you're important, people wait for you!" Cynan retorted with a wink. Kieran rolled his eyes and said nothing, taking his mind back to what goodies he'd find on the planet to study. "Energise", Cynan spoke and wish a whine of the transporter system, they were gone. _____________________________________________________________ USS Vanguard: http://www.ncv80221.net/default.htm Vanguard Archives: //www.freelists.org/archives/ncv80221 FreeLists: //www.freelists.org Trying to contact the USS Vanguard managers? Send an email to: vanguard.staff@xxxxxxxxx _____________________________________________________________