1/9/99 10:05:13 PM Opening "Hnoiyika 1/9/99" KYele: Jolan Try, Ael, Ilia! Ilia tReki: Jolan tru all. ;) KYele: ((Argh! Tru even!)) Ael tVecj: Who played God in Prince of Egypt? ::asks the experts:: KYele: ((Can't type today! :P)) Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, Eirl. :) Eirl tKaen: Jolan tru CylisCohen: Val Kilmer KYele: Yeah, Jolan Tru, Eirl. Eirl tKaen: Eton> JT all. KYele: And Eton. Ael tVecj: Val Kilmer? Ilia tReki: That's Moses. ;) Ael tVecj: Moses and God..what an ego trip. KYele: Val Kilmer...? God...? Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, Eton, too. ;) CylisCohen: Yup.... nearly dropped my popcorn when I heard it. Ilia tReki: Val Kilmer did God, too...? Ael tVecj: ::snickers::So much for James Earl Jones. CylisCohen: ..didn't even know he played Moses until the second time I say it. CylisCohen: say=saw KYele: That's who I expected to play God. ;) KYele: Jolan Tru, Lera! Erv tResan: ::squeekleyurblebounces in:: Hi! *boingy* Ael tVecj: Just because he does "This is CNN" so well. Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, Lera. :) Erv tResan: ::bigsqwishyhuggles everyone:: Ilia tReki: ::sqwished:: Erv tResan: ::Lera's HappySilly Mood::ª Ael tVecj: Oh, great. Ael tVecj: Eirl, is Eton awake? Erv tResan: Whaaaaaaaaaat? ::Lera's Innocent Look::ª Eirl tKaen: Eton> Yup. Ael tVecj: Vaedrae! KYele: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: CeryltSom: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: Ilia tReki: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: Ael tVecj: Please give a warm and fuzzy Lera aefvadh to Auj Vadhn, our SGV. Ael tVecj: She will be playing a government-type gal sent to make sure we carry out our mission. Eirl tKaen: ::hrau vaedrea:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::likewise:: Ael tVecj: I trust we alllllll read my log? Ilia tReki: ::nods obediently:: CeryltSom: ::nodsnodsnods:: KYele: Greetings, thee who shall play a xenopathic, paranoid senator. ;) Auj Vadhn: ::crosses her arms:: Ael tVecj: Xenopathic...now *there*s a word. KYele: ::nods:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> I didn't get the chance, and I'm not on my acct. Erv tResan: ::Lerahuggles Auj:: :) Ael tVecj: Well, Eirl read it twice, she'll fill you in. Ael tVecj: I guess Ato is still recovering from the accident. :( KYele: Accident..? And why was I not informed? Auj Vadhn: ::brushes herself off:: KYele: Was he killed? Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::reading:: Ael tVecj: Uh...no. Ael tVecj: Because you didnt give him hell about being here last week? Ilia tReki: ... recovering, I'd assume not.. ;) KYele: Aww, dern. ;) Ael tVecj: ::rolls eyes:: Ael tVecj: He was in a car accident, hurt his eyes..can't look at computers or TVs. KYele: Ouch.. KYele: I wouldn't survive. Can he read books? Ael tVecj: I dunno. Ael tVecj: He said he'd be back by this week or next week. Auj Vadhn: damn thats terrible, I doubt he could read books if he cant watch TV Ael tVecj: ::thinking he missed Bruce Campbell do Robert Tapert on Herc:: :/ Ael tVecj: Alright! Ael tVecj: Who among you plays a non-full-blooded-Rihannsu character? Eirl tKaen: Eton> I _think_ I sort of understand/ Ael tVecj: Please state your genetic makeup for the record. KYele: ::raises his hand:: Minutely non-Rihan. CylisCohen: ::raises hand:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> Have I actually transferred to medical yet, or is that still pending? CeryltSom: ::raises her hand:: Rihannsu/Orion Ael tVecj: Ie, Eton. We'll assume you got your training while at ch'Rihan. Eirl tKaen: Eirl is full blooded, but her family has worked on unification movement Eirl tKaen: she has brain wipe CylisCohen: ....Rihan/Terran KYele: 1/256 Vulcan, the rest Rihannsu for K'Yele. Eirl tKaen: Eton> Eton is full Rihannsu, born and raised on a colony world... CeryltSom: < 1/256????? > Ael tVecj: So about half of us have something to hide from Ms. Creepy Senator. Erv tResan: Lera's married to a Klingon... does that count? :) Eirl tKaen: Eton> He's rather unpartiotic though, and would _love_ to travel to the federation for vacat Ael tVecj: When Kari's here, ie, Lera. ;) Erv tResan: ::sniffles:: Erv tResan: ::misses Kari:: Ael tVecj: Well...the purpose of this mission is to remind us about the qualities of being Rihannsu. CylisCohen: ::finds the old hidding play he started out in:: Erv tResan: Oh, yippee. :) Eirl tKaen: Eton>vacation. Annoyed wth imerealism. Eton is the sort of person creepy senator probably... Ael tVecj: Not *those* qualities, Lera. Eirl tKaen: Eton>...thinks is corrupting rihannsu culture from inside. KYele: By the way, Ms. Senator isn't truly what it means to be Rihannsu, because she's xenopathic. KYele: That's beyond xenophobic. ;) Erv tResan: Silly isn't Rihannsu? :) KYele: Ms. Senator is showing how paranoia can tear an honorable race apart. Ilia tReki: ::looks aloof and obedient::;) Ael tVecj: But Ms. Senator is what the public and the government think it means to be a step towards Ael tVecj: true Rihannsuness. Ael tVecj: ::praises Ilia:: Erv tResan: ::Kooshes everyone:: :) KYele: If anyone has ever studied the 1950's Red Scare or read The Crucible, you've got a good idea KYele: what Ms. Creepy Senator represents. Ilia tReki: ::accepts praise coolly, bowing:: Eirl tKaen: Senator seems to be wanting to build a new "Third Reich". KYele: Yep, that works, too. Ael tVecj: Ms. Senator has never played a Rihan before..so lets all be nice and help her out. :) CylisCohen: ...wouldn't that be Fourth Reich then? Erv tResan: ::ponders whether or not yurbling is Rihannsulike:: KYele: Okay. With a name like Auj Vadhn.. I'm surprised. KYele: Sounds _very_ Rihan. Ael tVecj: ::suddenly realized Ilia's been IMing her for the past 15 minutes:: Ilia tReki: ::hums:: Erv tResan: ::gives Ilia a cookie:: Ael tVecj: Any last questions? Ilia tReki: ::accepts it and munches quietly:: Ael tVecj: ::looks around::I..guess..not... Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: ::sits in her big bad chair:: CeryltSom: ::at helm, acting even more dutylike than usual:: Ilia tReki: ::looks Rihan-like:: KYele: ::sits in the smaller chair beside Ael:: Ael tVecj: How long has it been since we've seen lloann'nan space, Daise'Erei'Riov? Erv tResan: ::at her station:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::in Medlab, with nothing to do yet, readin a book:: Ilia tReki: ::putters around Eng, tweaking various readings back to perfection:: CylisCohen: ::hiding in an maintanace shaft.... fiddling with somehting:: Eirl tKaen: ::at her security station, on the hwaveyiir:: KYele: ::places a small paperback Terran book on his armrest:: Arthur Miller had a very strong grip KYele: on sociopolitical science, did you know that? KYele: Hmm.. Lloan'na space.. KYele: I'd say about a year.. maybe more. Ael tVecj: No, I did not know that... Ael tVecj: ::hides her Harlequin romance under her chair:: Auj Vadhn: ::smooths a fold in her formal suit and watches the others warily:: CeryltSom: ::tweaks some settings:: CeryltSom: ::monitors course:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::reading "The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich":: Ael tVecj: I'm not sure I like chasing after a warbird... Erv tResan: ::pokes at her console, making beeping noises:: Ilia tReki: ::surveys the beeping, flickering electronic utopia about her::plays p'Ong for lack of any- Eirl tKaen: ::playing pacman in half a screen:: Ilia tReki: ::..thing productive left to do:: KYele: We've beaten better odds before. Auj Vadhn: ::narrows her dark eyes:: Ael tVecj: I meant..::glancing nervously at Auj:: KYele: Though that doesn't mean I don't wish we had better odds. Auj Vadhn: ::begins entering information into her personal ISD:: CeryltSom: ::nods in silent agreement with K'Yele:: Ael tVecj: ::lowering her voice::What are they going to do to them when we find them? Eirl tKaen: Eton> Ael tVecj: CeryltSom: ::in agreement with the having beaten better odds part:: Ael tVecj: Eirl tKaen: Eton> KYele: ::raises an eyebrow and quietly whispers:: Death. Torturous. CeryltSom: ::stifles a shudder:: KYele: Ael tVecj: Ilia tReki: <::taking copious notes::> Ael tVecj: I'm going to go talk to our new medical officer. CeryltSom: Ael tVecj: You've got the conn. Auj Vadhn: ::frowns, watching KYele:: Ael tVecj: ::begins walking to the turbolift:: Erv tResan: Ilia tReki: ::beats the computer handily::stands and goes to visually inspect the AQS:: KYele: ::glances up at Ael's leaving and Auj's stare:: Ael tVecj: CeryltSom: ::continues her normal monitoring and tweaking:: CylisCohen: ::peeks out of maintanace hatch...sees nowing... moves quickly down the corridor.:: Ael tVecj: +Ilia+ I want you at tac... KYele: ::represses a shudder and wishes he could ditch the senator as easily as Ael did:: Auj Vadhn: ::lips curl slightly in a menacing smile:: Ael tVecj: +Ilia+ We may have to fight a warbird. Ilia tReki: ::blinks:: +Ael+ Er.. ie, rekkhai.. Auj Vadhn: ::types a few more notes in her ISD:: Ael tVecj: Erv tResan: Ilia tReki: ::shuts the AQS again and heads off to the hwaveyiir:: Ilia tReki: Ael tVecj: ::breathes a sigh of relief as the turbolift doors shut:: Ael tVecj: +Eton+ I seek a conference with you. Auj Vadhn: ::taps her long nails irritably against the arm of her chair:: Erv tResan: <::duct-tapes Eirl to the room::> KYele: Eirl tKaen: Eton> Ilia tReki: ::steps off the other TL:: Ael tVecj: CeryltSom: ::maintains a cool, all-duty look:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> +Ael+ Ie, rekkhai. Shall I come to your office? Ilia tReki: ::slides behind tac, glancing around, hoping the fighting's still a ways off:: KYele: ::sighs:: ETA to the border, t'Som? CeryltSom: 15 siruena. CeryltSom: Rekkhai CeryltSom: < I think? > Ael tVecj: +Eton+ No, I'll come to medical Eirl tKaen: Eton> +Ael+ Ie. Ael tVecj: +Ilia+ Have the kid try and get 150% out of the AQS. Ael tVecj: CylisCohen: ::pops into engineering...looking around before entering:: Ilia tReki: +Ael+ Ie, rekkhai... Ael tVecj: Ael tVecj: ::enters medical:: KYele: CeryltSom: <::thwaps Ael for that comment::> Ilia tReki: +Tylus+ Uhlan, the enarrain would like 150% efficiency from the AQS.. Ael tVecj: ::hunts around for Eton::: KYele: ::sighs, wishing there was something he could do to get the Senator's stare off of him:: CeryltSom: ::does some more helm/nav-ish things:: Ael tVecj: CeryltSom: < !!!! > CylisCohen: +Reki+ Um....Okay. ....and how long do I have to invent a KYele: < Wha?!?> CylisCohen: new drive system to do that? Eirl tKaen: Eton> Auj Vadhn: ::to C'eryl, speaking matter-of-factly:: You are part Orion. Ilia tReki: ::smiles to herself:: +Tylus+ Until the first shot from the Huntress, I would assume.. CylisCohen: +Reki+ Oh. CeryltSom: Ie, Senator. ::just as matter-of-factly:: Auj Vadhn: ::smirks slightly:: CylisCohen: ::goes a bit pailer than usual:: Ilia tReki: +Tylus+ I'd suggest just... ::glances around the bridge::whispers:: Fiddle with the readout Ilia tReki: ... past 100's not going to do any good anyway, but it sounds a lot better. Auj Vadhn: ::adds an addional comment to her notes:: KYele: ::glances up towards the senator:: I believe her skin belies that trait, madam Senator. Now, CeryltSom: ::continues her work:: KYele: I ask you politely to allow my crew to work in quiet. CylisCohen: +Reki+ Sounds good to me. Ilia tReki: ::looks around, then continues gazing at the console, hoping no one heard the secret of .. Auj Vadhn: ::to KYele:: They are working? Auj Vadhn: Indeed. Ilia tReki: ::..secrets in engineering:: KYele: They need all the concentration they can get for the upcoming encounter. And yes, they are KYele: working. KYele: They are preparing. Ilia tReki: ::reads through the manual:: CeryltSom: ::programs some new evasives in, etc:: Auj Vadhn: ::over exaggerated sigh:: Then I would not wish to disturb them from their difficult duties. CeryltSom: ::bites her tongue:: CylisCohen: ::sits down, looking at master control board:: CylisCohen: Okay....hmmm.::starts adjusting settings:: KYele: ::sighs, knowing where her racial inquiries are going, and attempting to protect his crew Ilia tReki: ::blocking the Senator's voice out, listening only for a command tone::reads:: Auj Vadhn: ::Continues observing, a sly smile playing across her features:: KYele: without being politically uncouth:: Auj Vadhn: ::continues tapping her long elegant nails on the arm of her chair:: Ael tVecj: Ilia tReki: Ael tVecj: ::looks around for Eton:: CeryltSom: ::notes the sound of long elegant nails that probably don't know what real work is:: KYele: ::glancing at his ETA counter, but decides to ask anyway:: ETA, C'eryl? CeryltSom: ::otherwise, they wouldn't be long and elegant:: Eirl tKaen: Eton>::turns off his book, stands at attention:: CeryltSom: 5 siruena, rekkhai. Ael tVecj: ::smiles:: KYele: ::feels his eyebrow raise:: Tylus must be doing a good job with the engines, then. Ael tVecj: Auj Vadhn: ::coughs:: KYele: My counter reads seven siuren. Auj Vadhn: ::smirks slightly at KYele's comment:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> Ael tVecj: As you may know... CeryltSom: Rechecking... CylisCohen: ::somehow actually manages to get the core output to CylisCohen: 120%...changes the reading setting for the other 30%:: Ael tVecj: Ilia tReki: ::smiles to herself:: CeryltSom: My readings still show 5 siruena. Ael tVecj: We have a woman from the government here... KYele: That's not a glitch, C'eryl, it's a resourceful little Uhlan. Ael tVecj: I am sure she is looking for non-Rihannsu crewmembers, among other things... CeryltSom: ::smiles, and nods agreement:: Ie, rekkhai. Ilia tReki: ::thinking she's going to have to stop giving out all the good tips before she's replaced:: Ael tVecj: KYele: CeryltSom: < a little > KYele: Ael tVecj: I was hoping you could discreetly hide the medical records of our more wayward officers... Eirl tKaen: Eton> Permission to be frank, rekkhai? Erv tResan: <::wonders if Lera counts as wayward:: :)> Ael tVecj: ::puffs out a bit::Granted. Auj Vadhn: ::looks around, her face stern:: Erv tResan: ::monitoring her console:: Auj Vadhn: ::removes an imaginary pice of lint from her formal attire:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> Do you wish me to create new, backdated records ignoring "impurities"? Ilia tReki: ::continues studying:: CylisCohen: Hmm. ::fiddling with the disruptor capacitor CylisCohen: safeties....boosts output 30%:: That works....if they don't CylisCohen: melt first. KYele: +Ael+ Ihhei, we are approaching the Lloan'na border, approximately two siuren ETA. Please KYele: report to the Hwaveyiir. Ael tVecj: Whatever would work. KYele: ::a note of pleading in his voice on the last sentence:: Ael tVecj: +K'Yele+ Acknowledged. ::waits for Eton's response:: CeryltSom: ::quiet, calm voice:: One siruena.. Eirl tKaen: Eton> Ie, rekkhai. That will be no problem. Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::a bit nervous:: CylisCohen: ::punching away on panel... adding new programing to shielding systems:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::doesn't want to disobey, but she shouldn't know that he _knows_how_ to do that:: Auj Vadhn: ::stands slowly:: CylisCohen: ::crashes that system:: EEE! ::Quickly reboots:: Ilia tReki: ::wonders vaguely what Tylus is up to now that he's finished:: Ael tVecj: ::nods to Eton:: Understood:: KYele: Can you detect the Huntress's ion signature or has she already crossed the border? Auj Vadhn: ::steps closer to observe the crew:: Ilia tReki: ::glances up at the warning whoop that quickly goes off:: Eirl tKaen: Eton>Anything else? Ael tVecj: ::turns around and walks out of MEdical:: Ilia tReki: ::feels ill-at-ease:: CeryltSom: We've reached the border. CylisCohen: ::glances over shoulders making sure no one saw that....tries something else:: Auj Vadhn: ::Glances over Lera's shoulder:: Auj Vadhn: Hmmm. Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::wonders if oen can be court-marchalled for folowwing orders:: Auj Vadhn: ::shakes her head:: Ael tVecj: ::enters TL and zoooooms:: Auj Vadhn: ::walks away:: Ilia tReki: ::sends a little memo: "What... are you up to...?":: KYele: Lera! Can you detect the ion signature? Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::sits doen at his terminal, begins looking through medical records:: CeryltSom: ::finishes entering the new evasives:: Ael tVecj: ::steps out onto the hwaveyiir:::Have we found a crossing point yet? Auj Vadhn: ::smirks:: I doubt it. Erv tResan: Not yet... Eirl tKaen: ::has stopped playing pacman, nis intent on looking serious, but really has nothing to do:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::revising some records, and tweaking the modification log:: KYele: Hmph. She must've already crossed the border. Erv tResan: Probably. Ael tVecj: ::glances with quiet annoyance at Auj:: CylisCohen: :replies to note "...up to number 6 on the list of things not to do CylisCohen: with an AQS ":: Ael tVecj: ::steps up to her big chair:: Ael tVecj: ::brushing C'eryl's shoulder as she walks past:: KYele: Scan the tachyon detection grid for three lightyears plus and minus Y and Z. Ilia tReki: ::watches the reply box, getting a growing urge to go..:: Ael tVecj: ::sits:: KYele: Check for any breaks in the tachyon streams. Ael tVecj: ::watching Auj from the corner of her eye, crosses her legs and straightens her back:: KYele: Then have the computer extrapolate intersection points. Erv tResan: Ie, rekkhai. ::scans:: Ilia tReki: ::replies: "Um... goooood... initiative.. but...":: Eirl tKaen: ::nervouly avouding ookign at Auj:: Auj Vadhn: ::Shakes her head:: Auj Vadhn: ::enters additional comments into her ISD:: CylisCohen: ::managed to boost shielding a little without crashing the entire system:: Auj Vadhn: ::a look of general disapproval crossing her features:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> +Ael+ Rekkhai, the...diagnostic you ordered is complete. KYele: Tell me when you have the intersection. ::sits in his own chair:: CylisCohen: ::hears beeping....glances at systems power alocation chart:: CylisCohen: ::feeds some extra juice to sensors:: Ael tVecj: +Eton+ Acknowledged. Erv tResan: ::makes beeping sounds:: Auj Vadhn: ::continues watching the Orion-half breed:: CeryltSom: ::tweaking systems:: CylisCohen: ::sections off a larger block of computer time to sensor analysis:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> +Ael+ Any further orders? Ael tVecj: +Eton+ Make sure medical is prepared for casualties.+ Ael tVecj: +Eton+ Consult with Eirl on setting up security. Ilia tReki: ::has been reading the manual:: Ael tVecj: +Eton+ We may be...detaining...people there. KYele: Lera? How's the extrapolation coming? Eirl tKaen: Eton> +Eirl+ Eirl? Could you please com down here? Ael tVecj: +Eton+ separate from the..diagnostics..you were doing. Auj Vadhn: ::smirks at KYele's question:: Eirl tKaen: +Eton+ okay. headed down Eirl tKaen: ::enters TL:: Eirl tKaen: ::sighs in relief to be away from scrutiny:: KYele: ::glances up at Auj and raises an eyebrow:: Do you have a comment to add to the record, Erv tResan: I've almost got it... KYele: Madam Senator? Eirl tKaen: Eton> ::checking his medial supplies...and readying heavy sedatives for prisoners:: KYele: ::openly, not hostily:: Auj Vadhn: Not at ... this time Eirl tKaen: Medical Auj Vadhn: ::smiles smugly:: Ael tVecj: ::bites her lip:: Eirl tKaen: ::exits lift:: Eirl tKaen: ::enters Medlab:: Eirl tKaen: Jolan tru, Eton Eirl tKaen: Eton> Jolan Tru. Ael tVecj: Eirl tKaen: Ael tVecj: <::tosses a "look" at Ilia and C'eryl::Ah, interesting> Ael tVecj: <;)> Eirl tKaen: Eton> I have readied some hypos with powerfull sedatives if you need them. Ilia tReki: <::glances back::not asking::> Auj Vadhn: ::Smooths an imaginary wrinkle in her shirt sleeve:: Ilia tReki: ::thinking the Senator needs a better dry-cleaning service::reads:: Ael tVecj: ::thinking Auj is overly concerned with her self-image:: CeryltSom: ::updating other maneuvers:: Ael tVecj: Lera! Hurry up! Erv tResan: ::looks over at K'Yele:: I've got it... Eirl tKaen: Eton> +ael+ How many people are we talking about? Medlab isn't very big. KYele: ::glances at the computer readout on his armrest terminal:: Auj Vadhn: ::shakes her head again:: Ael tVecj: +Eton+ 4 or 5? KYele: They crossed the border... about 20 siurena ago. KYele: ::does a quick extrapolation for the angle of intersection:: Ael tVecj: Auj Vadhn: ::to KYele:: is your crew always... this effecient? CeryltSom: ::frowns:: Eirl tKaen: Eton> +ael+ Will they need to be sedated? Ael tVecj: Send the coordinates to C'eryl when they're ready. Ilia tReki: