11/8/98 10:00:31 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 11/8/98"

Malor Savk:	::eats a cookie and saves one for later!::
Erv tResan:	Coffee's icky.
Ael tVecj:	Can anyone summarize where we ended two weeks ago?
Ael tVecj:	Was it getting information later?
KYele:	We were in the debriefing.
KYele:	We're just about caught up there.
Ilia tReki:	::dips her cookie in her cocoa::
Malor Savk:	We had just blown up a ship and captured a stowaway!!!
Mercura A:	I was asleep
Erv tResan:	::takes a bite of her cookie, sips her cocoa::
KYele:	::pours his cocoa onto his cookie. The liquid quickly evaporates::
Erv tResan:	::huggles C'eryl::
Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow at K'Yele::
Mercura A:	:-)
KYele:	::takes a bite of the cookie::
CylisCohen:	::has absolutly no clue where he was last weekend.::
Ilia tReki:	Wb, guys. :)
Ael tVecj:	EIrl's here? Wow... ;)
Erv tResan:	Welcome back!
Malor Savk:	not exactly in that order
Erv tResan:	Have a cookie. ----====O O
Eirl tKaen:	yeah, I'm here. and Eton
Eirl tKaen:	with me
Ael tVecj:	Well, this week, we'll get C'eryl back and  reach the planet where Malus is.
Eirl tKaen:	we promise to be good and sim well
Erv tResan:	::giggles::
Malor Savk:	:)
Mercura A:	Malus is the same place I am...?
Ael tVecj:	Bah.
Ael tVecj:	No kissing at the computer.
Mercura A:	Or he was.
KYele:	Right. And we can actually advance the plot with both C'eryl and Ato/Sarsus here. :)
Ael tVecj:	Err, no...didnt you escape, C'eryl? Or plan to?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Yeah right/ She get's _mean_ when she's simming.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> She might bite me.
AtotrLycus:	Planned to, with Sarsus's help.
Erv tResan:	::giggles::
Ael tVecj:	::snickers::
Mercura A:	Am gonna.  But currently still on the ship thingy with Sarsus and Malus
Erv tResan:	::duct-tapes everyone to the room::
Ael tVecj:	Okeedokey.
KYele:	Ack!
KYele:	::squirms at the duct tape::
Erv tResan:	Ack?
Malor Savk:	::with her golden duct tape::
Ilia tReki:	::continues drinking her cocoa, with slightly restricted movements::
Erv tResan:	Fine... let the punt monster eat you.
Erv tResan:	Golden duct tape?
Eirl tKaen:	::burns away the duct tape::
Malor Savk:	never mind
Eirl tKaen:	::likes fire::
Erv tResan:	::giggle::
Mercura A:	Remember your award?
Mercura A:	The Golden Duct Tape Award?
Eirl tKaen:	Malor, who are you?
Erv tResan:	That was Ael's award.
KYele:	::drums his fingers, in a constricted fashion, and glances with his eyes toward the chrono::
Mercura A:	Oh yeah...
Erv tResan:	Koosh? ----====*
Erv tResan:	Eep!
Ael tVecj:	Vaed'rae!
Erv tResan:	----====~~~~*
Erv tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Mercura A:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele:	::sorta gets into vaed'rae::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::hrau vaud'rae::
Eirl tKaen:	 ::hrau vaud'rae::
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Malor Savk:	::vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	::glares at K'Yele::
AtotrLycus:	::arrogant grin::
AtotrLycus:	Sarsus> ::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	::draws her kaleh and cuts K'Yele down from the wall::
KYele:	::falls, and scrambles up into vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	That's better. Any questions?
Mercura A:	Na
Malor Savk:	nope
Eirl tKaen:	Et> What's the square root of 2?
Eirl tKaen:	Or more to the point, who's malor?
Ael tVecj:	::waves her kaleh at Eton::
Ael tVecj:	Malor is our new Tactical Officer.
KYele:	1.4142135, Eton.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> What;s the last digit of Pi?
Mercura A:	::would be proud to have K'Yele in her classes::
Malor Savk:	infinite
AtotrLycus:	Ooh... I had that somewhere.
KYele:	Nope. Empty set.
KYele:	There is no last digit of pi.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> No, the _digit_. 0 through 9. :)
AtotrLycus:	I remember... I think it was 5.
Eirl tKaen:	good, K'yuele! nice response ::math competitor::
Erv tResan:	::hides from the math::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::pouts::
KYele:	::glances at Ato:: The last digit of a never-ending number is 5?
Ael tVecj:	::glances at her XO::Don't encourage him.
Malor Savk:	::runs from mayh::
KYele:	::raises an eyebrow::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Can I redefine the value of 7?
Malor Savk:	<math>
Erv tResan:	It's 42, Eton.
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<
Ilia tReki:	::slides slightly back from the line, looking like she wants to cower somewhere::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<
Ilia tReki:	<>
Mercura A:	::waking up::
Erv tResan:	<::gives Ilia a plant::>
Mercura A:	::yawns, stretches, looks for Sarsus::
Eirl tKaen:	::at her station, <I guess>::
Malor Savk:	:;at tactical console on bridge::
Erv tResan:	::on the bridge?::
Ael tVecj:	<Btw, we killed the stowaway for Halloween>
Ael tVecj:	Malor, ETA to our destination?
Malor Savk:	<cool>
AtotrLycus:	<From now on, think of me as Sarsus, for the sim.>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::on the bridge, with stiched up arm::
KYele:	::sits in his chair on their new new new new ship::
Malor Savk:	15 minutes
AtotrLycus:	#::looking out into space, at the stars::
Mercura A:	#::gets up, walks over::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <::giving Eirl bunny ears::>
Ael tVecj:	<Better than thinking of you as Ato. ;)>
Erv tResan:	<: >
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <Touche, Ael. :)>
AtotrLycus:	<Oh, har-de-har. Or h'ar-d'e-h'ar.>
Ilia tReki:	::stands between Ael's chambers and Eton, glancing back and forth::
KYele:	<ACK! The TH symbol from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight!>
Mercura A:	# What happens now? ::quietly::
Ael tVecj:	::turns to Ilia::Ie?
KYele:	<There's one person who'll understand that allusion. ;)>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::glanges at Ilia, wondering what's on her mind::
Ael tVecj:	<More than one. ::shudders::>
AtotrLycus:	# Pardon, Miss t'Som?
Erv tResan:	<The who, K'Yele?>
Ael tVecj:	::looks from Eton to Ilia::Get off my hwaveyiir.
Eirl tKaen:	::plays with securtiy controls::
KYele:	<Uhm... I meant you, Ael. ;)>
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::
Erv tResan:	<::never seen Sir Gawain and the Green Knight::>
Mercura A:	# What do we do now?
Ilia tReki:	Uh.. ie, rekkhai..
Ael tVecj:	<Me either>
Erv tResan:	::pokes at her console, plays with duct tape::
KYele:	::glances toward his Enarrain:: So... what now?
Malor Savk:	::wishing he had a ship to fire disruptors at::
KYele:	What do we do when we get there?
Ilia tReki:	::steps into the TL::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::confused:: Where do you want me to go then?
Ael tVecj:	We capture Malus.
CylisCohen:	::off fixing something that didn't need to be fixed before he tried to improve it::
Mercura A:	# I can try to establish contact with my crewmates
Ael tVecj:	We retrieve C'eryl t'Som.
KYele:	::raises an eyebrow:: So... we fight our way onto the planet, get through five hundred
KYele:	guards and capture Malus, and trust that he won't do anything to C'eryl in the process?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::shrugs, enters the TL with Ilia::
Ael tVecj:	::turns to him::Do you have a plan?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::to Ilia:: What was that about?
KYele:	That's my point! We don't have one... yet.
AtotrLycus:	# Let me set up a shielded line, and you can contact them.
Ael tVecj:	Lera... I dont want any surprises. Keep active scans.
Ilia tReki:	::zooms along::  Wish I knew.. maybe she just doesn't need us up there anymore.. ::shrugs ..
Ilia tReki:	::..slightly::
Erv tResan:	::nods::
Ael tVecj:	We're on a private trading vessel...
Ael tVecj:	Maybe we can fool them long enough to get close to Malus.
Erv tResan:	::pokes at her console making beeping sounds::
KYele:	A private trading vessel? ::glances around:: This thing?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> She sounded mad. Where are we supposed to go then?
Mercura A:	# ::watches him:;
Ael tVecj:	<Yer engineers...go to Engineering? <g> Go on a date?>
KYele:	This thing is armed to the teeth with top of the line material... it's designed to go
Ilia tReki:	Engineering, I suppose..
AtotrLycus:	#::typing on his computer:: I do hope this works...
KYele:	through tachyon nets undetected.
Ael tVecj:	Mercenary?
Ael tVecj:	Even better.
Malor Savk:	::taps console :: We need to think of something fast, we are approaching ETA
KYele:	This thing is a stealth warship.
KYele:	::nods::
Eirl tKaen:	::listening to them talk about plan (or lack therof) and hoping she can think of something::
Erv tResan:	(m) Yippee...
KYele:	Perhaps he hired us, and we have to come back...
Mercura A:	# So do I.
KYele:	For instructions, or payment, something like that.
Ilia tReki:	::as the TL stops, steps out and walks down the hall towards Eng::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::stands next to Ilia, coughs nervously::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::follows her like an obediant dog::
Ael tVecj:	Wouldn't he know he didn't hire us?
Ael tVecj:	Malor...full stop.
AtotrLycus:	# ::moves away:: Contact them.
Ael tVecj:	See if you can hack in and get access to the cloak.
KYele:	::shrugs:: He won't know until we meet him.
KYele:	And then it'll be too late.
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: Full stop, cloack engaged
KYele:	Hopefully.
Ael tVecj:	And maybe a miracle will happen.
Ael tVecj:	Elements. ::curses softly::
Ael tVecj:	Fast work, Malor.
KYele:	And maybe the Elements will strike down all the enemies on that planet.
Malor Savk:	::nods::
Ilia tReki:	::steps into Eng::glance back at Eton::  How much longer are you going to be here?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <Yip Yip>
Mercura A:	#::steps up, accesses personal communicator signals:: t'Som to Hnoiyika crew...
Ael tVecj:	::smiles at K'Yele::I knew you were idealistic but...
KYele:	::looks wildly at his console::
KYele:	We're getting a message!
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Be where?
Ilia tReki:	<::thwaps Eton with a sock::>
Ael tVecj:	::blinks, hearing the comm:: 
Ael tVecj:	Lera, comm on!
KYele:	::taps into the signal on his console, too::
Mercura A:	# Respond...
Ael tVecj:	This is the Falcon, Ilhhei t'Som. Can we be of service?
Ilia tReki:	In Eng Department. ::moves to her console and taps, checking up on things::
Eirl tKaen:	::listening::
Erv tResan:	::turns the comm on::
Mercura A:	#I've located Malus...and I have a friend helping me.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> I don't know. I'm pretty useless here. I'm considering transferring to Medical.
AtotrLycus:	# ::bites his lip::
Ael tVecj:	COM> Are you alright?... err..is Malus in your custody?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> I was pre-med at the acadamy until I ransferred to engeneering.
Ael tVecj:	::glances at K'Yele for verification or something::
Mercura A:	# Malus is not in custody.  I am still undercover to him.
KYele:	::shrugs:: It's her...
Ael tVecj:	COM> Excellent. Do you have a plan?
CylisCohen:	::pulls self out of hatchway...things that's fixed enough to work...he hopes::
KYele:	And she isn't under any particular duress.
Mercura A:	# Sarsus, the man from the planet is assisting.  We are working on it.
Ilia tReki:	::smiles slightly at the thought of having a surgeon without a degree..::
Ael tVecj:	<Did Mulder have a degree? He was a Chinese monk...>
Ilia tReki:	Well, you're not useless in here.  Do better than I do with some of these systems.
Mercura A:	#Lock on to the signal.  We may need backup
Ael tVecj:	COM> We'll have the Falcon rendevous with your ship.
KYele:	<He was a Starfleet ambassador, too.>
Mercura A:	C'eryl out.
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Malor to lock on::
Ilia tReki:	::reads a note from one of the previous shift's engineers::
KYele:	<He might've had med training.>
AtotrLycus:	# He'll find any beam in, if they can even break through.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> True. I might stay, I dunno. Ael says we need a CMO.
Malor Savk:	::Locks on to sig:: Allright, I got it
Mercura A:	# ::closes signal::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <He did, just not all of it, because he transferred into eng ant the acadamy, or whateve
CylisCohen:	::getting alot of insurance and a good malpractice suit lawyer::
Ilia tReki:	We do.  And you seem to be pretty good with delicate work, so..
Ael tVecj:	Lera...is there anything useful in this system?
Mercura A:	:#::nods:: I figured.  But we'll try to get out on our own first
Ael tVecj:	Set course for their ship...
KYele:	::drums his fingers nervously::
Erv tResan:	Like what?
Ael tVecj:	<What ship is it, guys?>
Ael tVecj:	::heart pounding a bit now that she knows C'eryl is still alive::
AtotrLycus:	# Miss t'Som...
Malor Savk:	::enters in coordinates:: aye
Mercura A:	<no idea.  Sarsus?>
Eirl tKaen:	Plus, the CMO uses lots of computer widgets. ::grins:
Mercura A:	# Ie, Sarsus?
Erv tResan:	::peers at her console, makes more beeping noises::
AtotrLycus:	#What am I supposed to do when we capture Malus?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <staples an "Et>" in there>
Ilia tReki:	Good point, good point. ::smiles::
Ael tVecj:	+Tylus+ Report to engineering. I want you to learn about this cloaking device. Maybe we can 
Eirl tKaen:	Et> I'd miss working with you though.
Ael tVecj:	reproduce it.
Mercura A:	# Our orders are to bring him into custody.  We try to get out with him, if possible.  
KYele:	<AFKFAS>
CylisCohen:	+Ael+ On my way
Ilia tReki:	::smiles slightly::  Likewise.  But, we do need a doctor..
AtotrLycus:	#But what happens to me?
Malor Savk:	::grins thinking how much fun he could have with this technology::
Ilia tReki:	And it's a small ship, anyway.
CylisCohen:	::heads on to Engineernig::
Erv tResan:	Rekkhai?
KYele:	<BAL>
Erv tResan:	Anything I should be looking for?
Ael tVecj:	::glances at Malor::When this is all over... I'll let you have a crack at the Falcon too.
KYele:	<BAK even.>
Mercura A:	# ::smiles gently::  We'll get you that pardon.  After that, 
Mercura A:	it's up to you...whatever you want.
Ael tVecj:	Ie, Lera?
AtotrLycus:	# ::gets some disruptors from a cabinet::
Malor Savk:	Thank You, enarrian
CylisCohen:	::enters engineering::
Ael tVecj:	Like...asteroids, planets... 
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Maybe I could still sub as assistant Engeneer when there are no medical jobs?
Erv tResan:	Yep.
Mercura A:	# Of course, that could include assignment to the 
Mercura A:	Hnoiyika.  But as I said, that's up to you.
Eirl tKaen:	Before giving this ship back we sohould do some sabotage
Ilia tReki:	::glances over at Tylus::
Eirl tKaen:	::grinning::
Erv tResan:	There's both.
Ael tVecj:	<Yep?>
Ael tVecj:	<::thwaps Lera::>
Ilia tReki:	::nods to Eton::smiles::
Erv tResan:	<::thwapped:: Meeeeeeeeeeean to meeeeeee!>
AtotrLycus:	# ::tosses her a disruptor:: Are you ready to go, Miss t'Som?
Ael tVecj:	Eirl...its not our ship...
Ael tVecj:	::smiles::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::smiles back, nervous, for some odd reason::
CylisCohen:	::looking around...::
Erv tResan:	<::Lera's Really High-Pitched Squeek::ª>
Ael tVecj:	<You said "Yep"! :)>
Mercura A:	#::Very much so.
Erv tResan:	<Yep.>
Eirl tKaen:	aww... ::nopt too serious, anyhow::
AtotrLycus:	#  If we just exit like nothing is happining, we will not get cought.
CylisCohen:	::wonderin where they keep the cloaking device...::
Ael tVecj:	<Say "ie" and I wont thwap ya no more>
Mercura A:	#::takes the disruptor, checks settings::
Mercura A:	#And I will have failed to complete my objective.
Erv tResan:	<"Yep" is more Leralike.>
AtotrLycus:	# ::sets disruptor to the lowest setting::
KYele:	<That would be... main engineering, Tylus. ;)>
Ael tVecj:	<Lera's a Rihannsu officer>
Ael tVecj:	Eirl, don't worry...we do plan steal all the technology we can.
CylisCohen:	<Where IN main engineerin....>
AtotrLycus:	# That's not what I ment.
Mercura A:	#::sets the disruptor to a somewhat higher setting, though not enough to kill::
Erv tResan:	<She's Lera. :)
Ilia tReki:	What are you looking for..?
Eirl tKaen:	oh good ::beams:: can I help?
Mercura A:	# 
Eirl tKaen:	::bored::
KYele:	<You'll... know it when you see it.>
Erv tResan:	There's several planets here, and a lot of asteroids.
Mercura A:	#What did you mean?
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: We are nearing the coordinates 
CylisCohen:	::opens door....:: Na, ....::sees broomcloset::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> <Is ilia talking to me or Cylis?>
KYele:	<When you see a big, glowing globe thingy, you'll have seen it.>
AtotrLycus:	# Act like you are just walking around. I'll follow in a moment.
KYele:	::glances around::
CylisCohen:	::turns:: Oh...looking for the cloaking device.
KYele:	I can't take this... just sitting around while C'eryl's life is in danger...
Ael tVecj:	ACTION::::Falcon reaches Malus's ship's sensor range::
KYele:	But we can't do anything.
Mercura A:	# Very well. ::steps out, starts walking all casual and Orion-like::
Ilia tReki:	<Cylus. :)>
Ael tVecj:	Doing something would only get her killed.
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> Hey!
Ael tVecj:	::nods sympathetically to K'Yele::
KYele:	::nods solemnly::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::starts programming a small hologram lightshow for lack of anything else to do::
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: The ship is in sensor range
Ael tVecj:	Lera... any class M?
Mercura A:	# Hey yourself, big boy ::smiles broadly::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::leans against the wall:: I haven't seen you in a while.
Erv tResan:	Yep.
Erv tResan:	Two of them.
Ilia tReki:	Oh.. ::walks over to a small panel in the wall::
Ael tVecj:	<::Thwaps her::>
Mercura A:	#::shrugs:: Been busy.
Erv tResan:	<::whine::>
KYele:	::glances around:: We could... create a diversion. ::grins mischievously::
Ael tVecj:	Pick one and set course.
CylisCohen:	::follows closely::
Erv tResan:	<::thwaps her back::>
KYele:	I said, this thing's armed to the teeth.
Ilia tReki:	::pulls the cover off and points at the controls inside::
Ael tVecj:	<Grrrr>
Ilia tReki:	::smiles::
Ael tVecj:	Diversion?
Erv tResan:	<::hides::>
Mercura A:	# And you?
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::watches the little 3d polygons swirl with the mandlebrot set on them::
Ael tVecj:	Hmmm...
Malor Savk:	::Taps console:: Setting cousre for nearest one
Ael tVecj:	Let's get Malus's attention.
KYele:	But... we'd blow our cover, and we could hurt C'eryl in the process.
Ael tVecj:	Let's take the planet.
Ilia tReki:	What do you need it for..?
Mercura A:	#::looks him up and down, smiles::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::grabs C'eryl:: How's you like to have some fun?
Ael tVecj:	+All Hands+ Red alert.
Ael tVecj:	Malor, when we reach the planet..uncloak.
Malor Savk:	::taps console::Shields at max and disruptors on line
Ael tVecj:	<Get your hands off C'eryl!>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::looks around, slightly panicked, looks at Ilia questioningly::
CylisCohen:	I was told to see if we can copy some of this technology.
Mercura A:	# Depends on what you call fun, darlin'
Malor Savk:	:: disengages cloack:: We have enterd standerd orbit
Ael tVecj:	K'Yele?
KYele:	::glances over:: Ie, ihhei?
Mercura A:	#::sticks the disruptor against his abdomen::
Ilia tReki:	Ah.. what parts..?
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::looks at the disruptor:: Nice...
Ilia tReki:	::punches a few keys on the controls::
CylisCohen:	::sees all the control lights change:: Hmm, guess that means we've decloaked.
Ael tVecj:	Take Eton, Eirl, and Lera down there. Start setting things on fire.
CylisCohen:	....All I guess.
Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::
Eirl tKaen:	::hoping. doeesn't wanna die. thinks the ennarian's loony::
Ilia tReki:	::nods::
Mercura A:	# Can't just have people manhandling me without ever seeing payment
KYele:	::raises an eyebrow::
KYele:	::nods::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::steps back::
CylisCohen:	Or atleast the ones that I've heard let it pass through a tachyon net.
KYele:	We'll need a fire-starting system a bit better than flint and steel...
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> Lemme just reach in my pocket...
KYele:	I'll see what I can scrounge up.
Ilia tReki:	::gathers some stuff together to start copying::
Mercura A:	# I don't think so.
KYele:	::heads off somewhere::
Eirl tKaen:	::likes fire::
Mercura A:	#Keep your hands where I can see them
Eirl tKaen:	Et>::to ilia:: Should I copy some of the software for us to study?
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::moves his hands up::
CylisCohen:	::looking around inside:: Our luck, it'll be something REAL
CylisCohen:	simple...but REAL expensive.
KYele:	& ::scrounges up some supplies and soon has some makeshift flamethrowers::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> I got your money right her, don't worry.
Ilia tReki:	::nods to Eton::  Can't hurt.
Erv tResan:	::bounces into the lift:: *boingy*
Mercura A:	#I'm not out to hurt anyone...
Ael tVecj:	::waits for Malus to notice them.
CylisCohen:	<::legs twitch at the thought of flamethrowers::>
KYele:	<Yeah, Tylus. Uh, oh, it involves five pounds of pure latinum... ;)>
Ilia tReki:	::punches some other buttons and looks through the list of parts::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::kicks C'eryl's hand holding the disruptor::
Mercura A:	# Just being accused of overcharging by your boss isn't my idea of fun
KYele:	::stands and takes them and one other piece down to Engineering::
Mercura A:	#::kicks him, pulls her knife::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> Ooh! Nice!
KYele:	::reaches engineering::
Ilia tReki:	We're getting a real party going down here..
Eirl tKaen:	::with K'Yele::
Mercura A:	#::retrieves her disruptor holding Wilson off with the knife::
KYele:	::plugs a matter transfer line from his device into a venting port::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::makes a grab for the wrist with the knife::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> :starts copying the system programs onto data crystals::
Mercura A:	#::kicks him again, with nice stiletto boots::
CylisCohen:	::starts downloading the maintanace files to a ISD::
Ael tVecj:	::curses::Malor, hail that ship.
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::ducks, sweep-kicks C'eryl's legs::
KYele:	::slips a plug on his gun into the device::
Malor Savk:	::taps console::Hailing Ship
Mercura A:	#::jumps::
KYele:	::does the same for the others, then pulls them all out::
CylisCohen:	::not sure what KYele is doing....but moves Far away from him::
Mercura A:	#::dives for the disruptor, aims::
Ael tVecj:	This is the Enar...the Warlord of the Falcon. Stay away from our system!
KYele:	::hands one to Eirl and Eton:: Eton, come with me.
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::grabs her leg::
Ael tVecj:	<that was a comm, btw>
Eirl tKaen:	::eagerly:: Firestarters?
Erv tResan:	::looks at K'Yele::
Mercura A:	#::slashes at his hamd::
Ilia tReki:	::glances over at K'Yele::continues working on the cloak info panel::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::takes it like it was a dead fish:: What is it?
KYele:	::glances at Lera:: Oh, you're here, too. ::grins::
Mercura A:	#::hand, even::
KYele:	::hands over a flamethrower::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::ignores the cut, yanks her leg, making her fall::
Erv tResan:	*Duh!*
KYele:	We're to set things on fire on the planet.
Ilia tReki:	::wonders vaguely what's going on::
Eirl tKaen:	::grins, takes::
Erv tResan:	Oh, yippee.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> For why?
Ael tVecj:	<Can Malus or someone answer the damn comm? :)>
Ilia tReki:	::turns to look again, eyebrows significantly raised::
KYele:	To distract Malus.
KYele:	::heads out of Engineering and to the TR::
Ael tVecj:	::glares::Arm weapons. Fire a warning shot across their bow.
AtotrLycus:	<Huh?>
Mercura A:	# You know, rough stuff costs extra..
Ael tVecj:	Scan for C'eryl... scan for an Orion.
Eirl tKaen:	Et>:follows, confused::
Malor Savk:	::grins:: Firing disruptors...Now.
Ael tVecj:	<Falcon is hailing your ship>
CylisCohen:	<Random arsen?? ::cringe, cringe, twitch, cringe::>
Eirl tKaen:	::follows::
Mercura A:	#::yells loudly:: 
AtotrLycus:	#::picks up the disruptor, aims it at her:: Too bad I'm out of cash.
Malor Savk:	One shot fired across port bow
KYele:	::taps the console, and shimmers::
Ael tVecj:	::waits for a response::
AtotrLycus:	#Sarsus> ::steps out from his office, behind Wilson::
KYele:	::unshimmers on the planet::
Mercura A:	# I have a good payment program...
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::holding the flamethrower uncertainly::
Ilia tReki:	::pushes another button::  Here we go... the tachyon net parts..
AtotrLycus:	#Sarsus> ::taps Wilson's shoulder::
Mercura A:	# Low interest rate financing availiable
CylisCohen:	::starts taking scans and holopics off all systems::
KYele:	::taps his foot, waiting for the rest of his party::
Malor Savk:	No response from ship
Eirl tKaen:	::on plannet, uncertain now she can see what she must light ablaze::
Erv tResan:	::peers at the flamethrower-thingy::
Mercura A:	<the MBNA Orion Card>
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> ::turns around:: Sarsus! Didn't know you were here. ::aims the gun at him::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::looks into the barrel, then realises that''s a stupid thing to do, and stops::
AtotrLycus:	#Sarsus> ::frowns:: Oh, please shut up.
Mercura A:	#::jumps up with knife::
KYele:	Don't you worry. These things work on hydrogen.
Ael tVecj:	Scans showing anything?
Erv tResan:	Eep!
KYele:	Very loud. People will know to get out.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> What do we shoot?
AtotrLycus:	#::punches Wilson in the stomach, knocking him a good couple feet away::
Malor Savk:	No, Fire another shot, maybe at their weopons systems?
KYele:	::points at various buildings around them, and begins torching::
Eirl tKaen:	But look at these buldings? Will they light? So much metal and plastic...
Ael tVecj:	Good idea...disabling them would be a nice start.
Ilia tReki:	::keys in a command, which is greeted by an error beep::  Hmm.. works on Hnoiyika...
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::picks a little empty shed and lights it ablaze::
AtotrLycus:	#Wilson> Unf! ::falls to the ground, unconcious::
Mercura A:	# Nice hits ::grabs her disruptor back::
KYele:	They'll either light or melt.
Ilia tReki:	::whips out the very dusty owner's manual::
Malor Savk:	::taps console;; Firing two disruptor blasts...Now
Mercura A:	# Lock him in the office?
KYele:	::slips into one one-story building and yells to the inhabitants to get out::
Ael tVecj:	+KYele+ Try not to kill anyone.
Eirl tKaen:	::runs to buildings, torches them, yelling fire::
Ilia tReki:	::flips through several thousand pages:: (m) Cloaking device.. cloaking device..
KYele:	::waits as they file out and torches the place::
AtotrLycus:	# Affirmative.
Mercura A:	<Ilia--it's called an index.>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::torches a lone, dead tree::
Ael tVecj:	Other Ship> ::fires back at the Falcon::
Erv tResan:	Having fun, Eton? ::smile::
Eirl tKaen:	Et>v::torches a section of sidewalk::
Mercura A:	#::drags Wilson in the office::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> How'm I doing?
Ilia tReki:	<Bah.  Indexes are for quitters. :)>
Mercura A:	#::closes door::
Ael tVecj:	<Ilia...name the other ship, please. ;)>
AtotrLycus:	#We have to get to engineering.
KYele:	<And those who don't wish to procrastinate.>
Ael tVecj:	They look as powerful as we are.
Malor Savk:	::loooks at console:: Brace for impact they fired back
Ael tVecj:	::braces::
KYele:	::comes out of the burning building::
Mercura A:	# Lock it up and we'll be on our way
Ilia tReki:	<Aeo. <g>
Eirl tKaen:	::one hand on her disruptor, nervous::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::lights a dumpster ablase::
KYele:	<N-no, Rajal! ;)>
AtotrLycus:	# No. He should still have a chance to escape before we blow this place up.
Eirl tKaen:	K'Yele? When they see us, what do we do?
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: Shields absorbed it, only minor damage
Ilia tReki:	<Even better. ;)>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::lights a topiary bush on fire::
KYele:	Leave.
AtotrLycus:	# We do not kill anyone.
Ael tVecj:	Klaide> +Hails+ Take whatever damn planets you want. 
Mercura A:	# ::Nods:: Very well.  I like your style ::smiles::
Ilia tReki:	Did the enarrain say how soon she needed this copy done?
AtotrLycus:	# Now please follow me, maam.
CylisCohen:	Na.
AtotrLycus:	#::begins running toward Engineering.
Mercura A:	# Lead the way ::follows::
Eirl tKaen:	::running around with a torch, sprinting from building to buiding::
Mercura A:	#::running::
Malor Savk:	shall I return fire?
Ael tVecj:	COM> I'm glad we got your attention... we're not just taking a planet.
Ael tVecj:	::shakes head at Malor::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::burns an empty garbage can::
CylisCohen:	Personaly I was thinking just rip the thing out of the wall
CylisCohen:	before we left...::shrufs::
Ael tVecj:	Keep cloak ready though.
KYele:	::torches various buildings after evacuating the occupants::
CylisCohen:	::..errr, shrugs even::
AtotrLycus:	#ACTION> As they get closer to Engineering, alarms go off.
Malor Savk:	Aye
Mercura A:	# Damn.  That can't be good.
Ilia tReki:	Hmm... I think I'm going to have to give you a few lessons on finesse..
KYele:	::glances and sees some law enforcement officers coming::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::lights someone's laundry on the closeline on fire::
Ael tVecj:	COM> We're looking for something we lost. An Orion slave.
KYele:	+COM+ Etrehh, four to beam up!
Ael tVecj:	Klaide> ::nervous voice:: We have no Orions.
AtotrLycus:	# ::yells:: It's straight ahead! I'll hold off security.
Malor Savk:	::finger on cloaking engage button::
KYele:	ACTION: Torcher AT shimmers.
Ael tVecj:	::glances at Malor::Manage to get any lifeform readings?
Ael tVecj:	ACTION:::beams up team::
Eirl tKaen:	::reapears on the ship::
Eirl tKaen:	::about to fire, stops::
Mercura A:	#::runs ahead into Engineering::
CylisCohen:	<::hopes their not in mid torch as they beam up::....poor TR cheif::>
Mercura A:	<what am I s'posed to do in Eng>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::almosty torches the TR console before he realises they've transported::
Malor Savk:	::brings up sensor readings:: Not sure but it looks like she is there
Ael tVecj:	Klaide> ::sees internal fighting going on::Look, Falcon, can I get back to you?
KYele:	::slips out and heads back to the bridge::
AtotrLycus:	# ::fighting off the legions of mercenarys that attack him::
Ilia tReki:	Aha!  Cloaking device!  ::points triumphantly at the 500-page section::
AtotrLycus:	#Lanky Engineers> What the?!
Ael tVecj:	<Hwaveyiir. ::bop::>
CylisCohen:	::looks at the pages::
Mercura A:	# Heya guys.  Haven't seen a real Orion before?
KYele:	<Oops. ::is bopped::>>
Eirl tKaen:	::goes to Hwaveyiir again::
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Eirl:: 
Ael tVecj:	Report.
Ilia tReki:	::scans the pages:: (m) Command codes... command codes..
KYele:	::arrives at the hwaveyiir:: and heads to his seat::
AtotrLycus:	#Engineers> ::gulp, collectivly::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::goes to engeneeting, holds his gun out to Ilia:: Want a flame thrower?
CylisCohen:	::reading:: ummm, is this the a-321 mark 3 model, or the b-321 Mark 3 model???
Erv tResan:	::returns to the bridge::
Eirl tKaen:	Many buildings are burning from K'yele and me, many trash cans are burning from Eton
Ilia tReki:	::glances over::  Uhm... suuure... ::takes it gingerly::
Mercura A:	# Goes to a computer::  Let's see...Could one of you help me, please?
Ael tVecj:	::smirks::
Ilia tReki:	::glances to make sure it's disarmed::
Mercura A:	#::blinks cutely::
Erv tResan:	<::sprays Ael with Thwap-B-Goneª::>
AtotrLycus:	#Engineers> ::all faint::
Mercura A:	#::starts pulling up things::
KYele:	<::thwaps Lera for Ael::>
Ael tVecj:	The other ship doesn't suspect a thing.
Mercura A:	#::searches for self destruct::
Ael tVecj:	<Hann'yyo, K'Yele>
Ael tVecj:	They seem..busy.
Ilia tReki:	::sets it carefully on a console::smiles slightly::  Hann'yo..
Mercura A:	#::mutters:: I should go back on pheremone inhibitors.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::goes to the computer, programms a 3d flame hologram, grins at it::
AtotrLycus:	#::runs into Engineering:: Computer! Self destruct. Alpha-Omega-Beta-Gamma-Genesis.
Erv tResan:	<::thwaps K'Yele::>
Ael tVecj:	If we can just drop their shields... we can beam C'eryl aboard.
Ilia tReki:	::flips through the pages, mumbling::
Mercura A:	# ::turns::  Oh, well..that easy, huh?
Erv tResan:	<::whine::>
AtotrLycus:	#::looks around at the fainted scientists:: Wow...
Malor Savk:	::looks at console:; I have a lock on her Enarrian! 
KYele:	<::glares:: Insubordination!>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> What's going on?
Ilia tReki:	::a little disconcerted by Eton's apparent sudden pyromania::
AtotrLycus:	# Um, we got to get out of here in 5 min.
Erv tResan:	<: >
Mercura A:	# +personal comm+Two to beam up!!
Ael tVecj:	::hears the comm::Energize!
AtotrLycus:	#No! We need to get Malus
Malor Savk:	::grins :: A full spread should knock out their shielsds
Ilia tReki:	Trying to find the command codes to access the cloaking device so we can copy information ..
Mercura A:	#+Ael+ Cancel that!!
Ilia tReki:	.. from it.
Ael tVecj:	ACTION::: C'eryl shimmers, but not Saurus::
AtotrLycus:	# ::sighs:: Final battle, I suppose.
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::replicates a match, lights it, and looks at the flame, grinning::
Mercura A:	::looks:: +AEL+ Where's the other person?!?!?
Ael tVecj:	::frowns:: Elements, whats going on?
AtotrLycus:	#::runs out, heading to the bridge::
Ilia tReki:	::glances over::edges a little closer to the panel::  Eton.. you alright..?
Ael tVecj:	+Ceryl+ How am I supposed to know?
CylisCohen:	::moving far far away from the match::
Ael tVecj:	We need Malus...
AtotrLycus:	#::enters the heavily shielded bridge, looks around::
Ilia tReki:	::motions for Tylus to get over here so she can use him as a shield::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::pinches out the match:: Me? Yes, why? 
Mercura A:	::looks at TR chief:: You need to beam me back!  I have to help him get out of there!
Eirl tKaen:	::at her station again::
CylisCohen:	::has that, "I think not" look::
AtotrLycus:	#Malus> ::aims a large disruptor at Sarsus:: You... betrayed me....
KYele:	::stands and leaves the hwaveyiir::
Ilia tReki:	Oh.. um... no reason, really.  Just a little curious. ::smiles nervously::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Is it just me, or is it a bit cold in here...
Ilia tReki:	::hisses "It's your job!" at Tylus::
Mercura A:	Nevermind!!
KYele:	::arrives in the TR:: C'eryl... that ship is going to blow up in five minutes!
KYele:	You can't go.
Ilia tReki:	Well.. there's the thermostat right over there...
Mercura A:	runs to the hwaveiir::
AtotrLycus:	#Malus> ::fires at Sarsus, hitting him in the arm::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Can we replicate a woodstove or fireplace?
KYele:	;:raises an eyebrow and heads there himself::
AtotrLycus:	<Sarsus is on the Bases's bridge>
Mercura A:	+Ael+ We need to get my assistant out!  He's going for 
Mercura A:	Malus!  Can we establish comm with the ship?
Ael tVecj:	+Ceryl+ We can try.
CylisCohen:	::takes the long route back to the cloaking
CylisCohen:	device...keeping one eye on his work and the other on
CylisCohen:	Eton:
Ael tVecj:	COM> Hailing Klaide...
Mercura A:	::arrives on hwaveiir::
Ilia tReki:	I.. think we best leave as much as the computer free for what's going on up on the bridge...
Ilia tReki:	(m) .. yeah...
Ael tVecj:	::the bridge of the Klaide comes up on the screen, showing Saraus and Malus::
KYele:	::shakes his head and turns back to the TR, sits down in a huff::
AtotrLycus:	#::hits a pannel, activating video/audio comm from the bridge::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> Awww...ok. :warms his hands over his flame hologram::
KYele:	I'm staying RIGHT here.
Ael tVecj:	Is that them?
AtotrLycus:	<In otherwords, Com went through>
Mercura A:	Maybe if we find out how many people are on their Hwaveiir, we can beam them in?
Ael tVecj:	::points at the viewscreen::Is that them?
Malor Savk:	::taps console::I am showing four people
Mercura A:	::looks::  There he is!  The younger one is my assistant, the other one is Malus!
KYele:	::monitors the channel::
Ilia tReki:	::fidgets slightly and goes back to flipping through the pages, throwing glances in Eton's..
Ael tVecj:	Beam all four aboard, Malor. To the brig.
AtotrLycus:	# ::walks toward Malus, through the barrage of disruptor fire:: No, Malus...
Ilia tReki:	::..direction every few seconds::
AtotrLycus:	<Bridge is shielded.>
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: energizing..now
Ael tVecj:	::looks at K'Yele sitting on the floor, lifts an eyebrow::
Ael tVecj:	<Bridge is shielded?>
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::exits the flame program, creates a waterfall hologram instead::
AtotrLycus:	# I'll take you out of here, By the elements!
Mercura A:	::watches them as they are still there::
KYele:	((I'm in the TR.))
Ael tVecj:	Com> Drop your shields!
Mercura A:	::meeps::
Ael tVecj:	::looks around for K'Yele::
AtotrLycus:	< You can see them fighting on the com.>
Malor Savk:	A full spread will knock out their shields
KYele:	((Sorry... I don't know why, but sometimes when I put < > on an OOC comment, it just sorta
AtotrLycus:	#::hits a pannel, dropping the shields::
KYele:	disappears into the void.))
Erv tResan:	::hears a meep:: :)
AtotrLycus:	#Malus> Why...?
Ael tVecj:	<Doesnt bother me, KYele :)>
Ilia tReki:	::wades through the endless technical jargon, translated into fifteen languages::
Mercura A:	He hit something, try again...
Ael tVecj:	ACTION::::Malus, Saraus, the other two are beamed to the brig::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::hoping someone will tell him what he's supposed to do::
AtotrLycus:	# Because I let you push me around long enough. ::picks up Malus, throws him agianst the
AtotrLycus:	wall::
Mercura A:	<Wilson and some other guy, Sarsus?>
AtotrLycus:	::looks around:: What the?!
Ael tVecj:	ACTION::::The Klaide explodes:: Malor, get us out of here!
Malor Savk:	::Taps console:: Transport complete, our guest are in the brig
AtotrLycus:	<Wilson is stuck there.>
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: aye, warp six engaged
Ael tVecj:	::glances at C'eryl, murmurs:: Aefvadh back, C'eryl. 
Mercura A:	We need to get sarsus out of the brig, the others are 
Mercura A:	likely to try to kill him for treachery.
Ael tVecj:	Eirl.... put them all in separate cells.
Mercura A:	::hears Ael..pauses..:: Hann'yyo
KYele:	+COM+ I'll take care of it, Ceryl.
Eirl tKaen:	::heads down to the brig, armed::
KYele:	::stands and heads to the nearby brig::
Ael tVecj:	+Eirl+ And find the Daise'Erei'Riov.
Ilia tReki:	Aaah.. here we go... ::scans the page::  Command code for access to special functions of ..
AtotrLycus:	::stops the last two men who attack him::
KYele:	::grabs a disruptor and levels it::
Eirl tKaen:	+Ael+ ie, after I separate them
Ael tVecj:	Lera...put out those fires.
Mercura A:	+K'Yele+ Hann'yyo.  And he'll need help with a pardon...it's a long story.
Malor Savk:	::taps console:: Engaging cloaking device and going to silent run
KYele:	::drops the forcefield:: Sarsus. Out.
AtotrLycus:	::looks at K'Yele:: Where is Miss t
Erv tResan:	On the planet?
AtotrLycus:	'Som?
KYele:	She's safe on the hwaveyiir.
AtotrLycus:	::exits the cell::
Ael tVecj:	::gives Lera an odd look::And any on the Falcon.
Eirl tKaen:	::opens the door quickly, disrupor on them all::
Ilia tReki:	.. your new GYD-45-C LR Cloaking Device.
KYele:	::raises the force field again::
Erv tResan:	::nods::
AtotrLycus:	Would you please take me to see her, sir?
Eirl tKaen:	Jolan tru. It would be wise for you to stopfighting.
KYele:	::nods:: Certainly. Follow me.
Mercura A:	::closes eyes, lets out a sigh of relief::
Erv tResan:	::scans for fires, sprays them with Fire-B-Goneª::
KYele:	::heads out the door::
Eirl tKaen:	Et> ::changes his waterfall into a LAVAfall::
Ael tVecj:	C'eryl, go get some rest. You'll debrief later.
Ael tVecj:	Its a long ride back to Tobu.
Erv tResan:	::Eton's lavafall gets sprayed with Fire-B-Goneª::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Eirl tKaen:	::points to Sarsus (not knowing who he is:: Come forward.
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Ilia tReki:	::throws a glance over at Eton at the sound of the bubbling::
AtotrLycus:	::has been his by a disrupter many times, burnt around his arms and chest::
Mercura A:	::looks at Ael:: Hann'yyo.  I'll see you after duty
Ilia tReki:	(m)  Elements save me..
Ilia tReki:	::paused::
Mercura A:	::paused::
Ael tVecj:	Nice cloaking device, Ilia. :)
Ael tVecj:	Great sim, all!
Malor Savk:	:)
Ael tVecj:	Any announcements or questions?
Eirl tKaen:	Elements? Fire is an element. The best of the four, I think.
CylisCohen:	::twitches:: 'cept for all the fire...
Mercura A:	::hugs Sarsus::  Nice job :-)
Mercura A:	Glad he's safe 
Erv tResan:	::sprays Eirl with Pyromania-B-Goneª:: :)
Ilia tReki:	::nods vehemently at Tylus::cowers behind her plant::
KYele:	I personally prefer air.
Eirl tKaen:	That was Eton
Ael tVecj:	Eh...dismissed, all. ;)
CylisCohen:	...you wouldn't think that if it's coming right AT you.
KYele:	It can be as calm or as destructive as anything.
Erv tResan:	::huggles! everyone::

11/8/98 11:01:44 PM	Closing "Hnoiyika 11/8/98"