1/16/99 10:07:48 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 1/16/99"

Erv tResan:	::duct-tapes Ael to the room::
Ael tVecj:	::squirm::
Ael tVecj:	I'll...uh...conduct the sim from over here.
Erv tResan:	::uses Lera's Special Chartreuse Duct TapeŠ::
Ael tVecj:	Ack, Chartreuse!
Ael tVecj:	Save me!
E trSaal:	.
Erv tResan:	Yup! :)
Ael tVecj:	Well, 9 of us...that's about right.
Ael tVecj:	Vaed'rae!
Erv tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
CeryltSom:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
E trSaal:	Eton & eirl> ::Hrrau vaed'rae::
Malor Savk:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	Any questions about "In search of Huntress"? We'll be mainly roleplaying aboard the ship 
Ael tVecj:	tonight. Feel free to talk to one another.
Ilia tReki:	::fret::
Ael tVecj:	Ilia?
Erv tResan:	::hands Ilia a bottle of Fret-B-GoneŠ:: :)
Ilia tReki:	::looks up from chewing on a nail::snaps back to vaed'rae::  Nothing..
Ilia tReki:	::accepts it::sprays it on herself::
Ael tVecj:	Ah see. Questions?
Ael tVecj:	No? Fine.
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<
CylisCohen:	::in engineering::
CeryltSom:	::at helm::
Ilia tReki:	::stands at tac, still skimming the manual a bit::
Malor Savk:	::at tactical::
CeryltSom:	::doing her helm-y things::
KYele:	::leans back in his almost-big chair::
Erv tResan:	::at the science station, making beeping sounds::
E trSaal:	::in Medlab, talking with Eirl::
Ilia tReki:	::turns a page::glances from the manual to the station::
KYele:	::glances over at Lera:: Uhm.. maybe you should let your console do the beeping if it wants,
KYele:	Lera.
Ael tVecj:	::on the hwaveyiir::We've crossed into Federation space, haven't we?
Erv tResan:	It is.
Malor Savk:	::looks at IIia and grins:: Can you fire the main 
Malor Savk:	disruptors yet?
KYele:	::nods::
CeryltSom:	Ie.
Ilia tReki:	::peers at the buttons, mumbling the various functions under her breath::
Ael tVecj:	Funny..it doesn't look any different.
KYele:	C'eryl, ETA to the interception of the Huntress?
Ael tVecj:	::studies the stars for a moment::
Ilia tReki:	Um... maybe... getting them to stop ... or firing at the right things..
Ilia tReki:	That's another story entirely.
CeryltSom:	5 siruena, rekkhai
KYele:	::glances over:: Well, then, time for a theological debate.
Ael tVecj:	We haven't found the Huntress yet...
KYele:	The stars do not care for the matters of Rihans.
Ilia tReki:	::chews on her bottom lip::  We'd better not get into a firefight this shift...
Ael tVecj:	<we only found the place where it crossed over>
Ael tVecj:	I suppose not.
KYele:	<<We also found the angle at which it crossed.>>
KYele:	<<So we're following on the course at maximum speed. Computer's doing a lot of extrapolating
KYele:	for all the calculations.>>
Ael tVecj:	<Oh yes...all that beeping>
Erv tResan:	<::likes beeping sounds:: :)>
Ael tVecj:	Are there any ships around?
KYele:	::glances at Lera::
KYele:	Sensors, Lera.
CylisCohen:	::glances out engineering's doors...wonders if that senator typer
CylisCohen:	person is still around.::
Erv tResan:	::checks her console::
Erv tResan:	Nope, just us.
Erv tResan:	I'm not picking up the Huntress yet.
KYele:	Hmph. Too quiet.. we should have at least seen a border patrol already.
Erv tResan:	They're probably busy with the Dominion.
Ael tVecj:	They're always busy with something.
KYele:	::nods:: Ie, but they would still spare a few ships for border patrols.
Ael tVecj:	::sits back in her seat::Do you think they fear the Rihannsu?
KYele:	::takes it as rhetorical:: Besides, there should probably some ships along the Huntress's
KYele:	course.
Erv tResan:	I'm picking up a starbase...
KYele:	I'm sure they guessed a ship would follow.
KYele:	Any ships' power signatures?
Ael tVecj:	The lloann'nan do not cloak.
Ael tVecj:	::ponders:: Maybe someone *has* found them already?
Erv tResan:	<They don't?>
Ael tVecj:	<There's a treaty, remember?>
Erv tResan:	There's a few ships at the starbase...
Ael tVecj:	<Screw DS9 and its anti-canon>
Erv tResan:	<The Defiant does...>
Erv tResan:	<And a lot of sims do...>
Erv tResan:	<Just wondering... I don't like DS9. :)>
KYele:	<Yeahbut whenever it uses the cloak in the Alpha quadrant, it's violating the treaty.>
Ael tVecj:	<Screw them all>
Ael tVecj:	<We're in the Beta quadrant, but I think it still applies>
Erv tResan:	<Fine with me. :)>
Ael tVecj:	::worries::Why would they want to defect?
KYele:	Are there any high-level energy spikes? Anything that would suggest any powered-up ships?
Erv tResan:	<::never liked the treaty explanation, but...>
CeryltSom:	::gives Ael a look::
Ilia tReki:	::hovers over the console, looking exponentially more nervous as the go further into ...
Ilia tReki:	::..lloann'na space::
CeryltSom:	I have a few ideas on that line...
Erv tResan:	Most of them are powered up, but they're not moving.
Ael tVecj:	Well, speak them
CeryltSom:	All of them concern the attitudes of the Senator.
Ael tVecj:	<Can you express that rise in nervousness in an algorithim, Ilia? ;)>
KYele:	Would any of them be able to intercept us before the our interception of the Huntress?
Ael tVecj:	You mean, Pervad? Or that witch we have down in the hold...
Ilia tReki:	<::attempts;)::>
Ael tVecj:	::glances at K'Yele::They've had at least three days ahead of us...
KYele:	<<n = 2^t, where n is nervousness and t is time. ;)>>
CeryltSom:	The Senator who is gracing us with her presence.
Ael tVecj:	::nods::
Malor Savk:	::looks down at console::Ennarian, cloak is engaged, 
Malor Savk:	but I would suggest going to silent running.
CeryltSom:	I am certain she represents the feelings of much of the Senate?
Ael tVecj:	::turns back to tactical:: Won't that decrease our speed?
Ael tVecj:	I would assume so, C'eryl.
CeryltSom:	Then there is one possible reason.
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Slightly.. we'll need to be more careful about our trail and such, and the cloak..
Ilia tReki:	.. isn't effective at higher warp speeds..
Malor Savk:	::nods:: yes but decrease our chances of detection. 
CeryltSom:	Do you not think most of our crew would be shunned under these ideals?
Ilia tReki:	::nods to Malor::
Ael tVecj:	::lifts an eyebrow in C'eryl's direction:: Would we?
CylisCohen:	::inches slowly onto the bridge....making sure it's clear::
Malor Savk:	::engages silent running::
KYele:	::raises an eyebrow:: She has a point.. C'eryl is half-Orion.. and you are.. closely tied
Ael tVecj:	::narrows eyes::
KYele:	with her.. Kari is a Klingon, and Lera is.. closely tied with her.
Ilia tReki:	::glances over at Tylus::blinks::
KYele:	Tylus ::glances over:: ran away from home.
E trSaal:	Eirl> ::talks to Eton while trying to come up with ways to make security more effecrive. 
KYele:	I've rattled the Senate enough that I don't think they'd hesitate with an excuse for me..
E trSaal:	essentially killing time::
Ael tVecj:	They've tried before. ::mutters dryly to K'Yele:;
CylisCohen:	::hears his name:: ....::walks over to an engineering station::
Ael tVecj:	::closes her eyes to think::
KYele:	::glances back toward Ael:: True. Several times they have almost succeeded.
KYele:	But they've always failed.
Ael tVecj:	We have to suppose...that while our ship may be exceptionally
Ael tVecj:	"unpure"... that we are not the one exception.  That many, if not most, of the galae falls 
Ael tVecj:	short.
KYele:	True. But we must give in a bit to our vanity.. this ship is a public figure.
Ael tVecj:	::whispers, psychologically affected by the silent running::
KYele:	If the new regime begins, then we publicly fly in the face of everything they would desire.
CeryltSom:	Witch hunts are not logical creatures, Rekkhai
Ael tVecj:	And I always thought that would save us in the end... not destroy us.
KYele:	And they couldn't take care of us then without the tide of opinion turning. The whole of the
CylisCohen:	Maybe they sent us out here to see if we would defect too.
KYele:	Senate would lose power.
Ael tVecj:	::looks solemnly at C'eryl::
CeryltSom:	Cultures often look for scapegoats.
Ael tVecj:	No, Tylus...I think they trust us.. we've proven our loyalty when they've failed in theirs 
Ael tVecj:	over and over again.
Ael tVecj:	I do not think this mission is suicide..if we succeed.
KYele:	They trust us, but we're still a problem.
CeryltSom:	::softly::Do we want success?
Ael tVecj:	Do we want to save our Empire?
Erv tResan:	::looks over at C'eryl::
CeryltSom:	Would this be the way to save it?
KYele:	C'eryl.. that's noble, but right now we're basically the one remaining thing keeping this
KYele:	new regime proposed by Heb from coming into play.
Ael tVecj:	We are?
Ael tVecj:	How so?
Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::
CeryltSom:	::sighs::
KYele:	I just explained that. We're a public figure, but we fly in the face of the New Order, as
KYele:	I've come to call it..
CeryltSom:	To fail would be to give them an excuse, K'Yele?
CeryltSom:	::looks at him::
Ael tVecj:	Heb would have us all killed.
KYele:	No, failure in this case would most likely be destruction by the Lloan'na..
KYele:	We would all be martyrs. The Empire would unite more fully with the Senate as they take
KYele:	advantage of public opinion.
Ael tVecj:	If we could get a chance to speak to the crew of the Huntress.
Erv tResan:	::sighs::
KYele:	Or if we failed but returned alive, we would be outcast by the senate. We would be the
KYele:	glorious crew infected by the aliens..
Ael tVecj:	So, if we fail, the Empire wins... 
KYele:	We would give Heb an excuse to catalyze the new regime.
Ael tVecj:	If we succeed...we buy ourselves some time?
Malor Savk:	::looks down at console:: We can disenge silent 
Malor Savk:	running, we are out of range of the starbase's sensors.
Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow at K'Yele::
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Malor::
Malor Savk:	::disengages silent running::
KYele:	::sighs:: And after we were the ones who saved his life..
CylisCohen:	::hits some buttons at his station:::
Ael tVecj:	He's just a punk kid.
KYele:	He's a punk kid, but he's well-known and politically powerful.
Ael tVecj:	::watches C'eryl:: Is anyone here not willing to go along with our current mission?
KYele:	I desire to go along with the mission.. Betrayal and defection are vile things.
Erv tResan:	::meeps to herself::
KYele:	Even if you are betraying a morally declining empire such as our own.
Malor Savk:	I agree!
CeryltSom:	I will follow the orders of my superiors and of the galae
E trSaal:	Eirl>::goes to the brig to test all security and stuff, and make any upgrades she cn think o
Ael tVecj:	Morally declining is a dangerous phrase.
Ael tVecj:	::turns to K'Yele:::One Heb uses often himself.
E trSaal:	::putters about, rechecking his stores::
KYele:	::nods:: One Heb uses to falsify the truth.
KYele:	I am not changing the truth at all, I am giving the blunt facts.
Ael tVecj:	We have to find the truth.
Ael tVecj:	::looks out at the stars::And we had to leave the Empire to do it.
KYele:	I simply hold out hope that the Senate can change and we can restore the honor of the
KYele:	Praetoriate.
Ael tVecj:	Maybe we can find a way to turn the tables...
Ael tVecj:	But first things first...
Ael tVecj:	Any sign of where the Huntress went?
KYele:	Check for ion signatures.
CylisCohen:	::turns attention back to panels::
KYele:	We should have intercepted her by now. Maybe she went off course in case someone pursued.
Erv tResan:	::pokes at her console, checks::
Ael tVecj:	Or went off course willingly.
Ael tVecj:	::trying to dispell the suspicious mood::
Ael tVecj:	Did silent running save us any energy? ::tosses a look over her shoulder at Ilia and Malor:;
Erv tResan:	::sighs::
Erv tResan:	I'm picking up something...
KYele:	What is it?
Ilia tReki:	::nod::  A bit.. we might get a few extra bursts of speed or phasers from it, depending..
Erv tResan:	The Huntress...
Erv tResan:	Sort of.
KYele:	Where..?
Malor Savk:	::looks at tactical::
Ael tVecj:	How close a look did we take at that starbase?
KYele:	Elements! Are you suggesting she went into the starbase..? I hope not..
Ilia tReki:	::glances over at Malor::
KYele:	We could take on one or two Lloan'na ships, but not a flotilla..
Ael tVecj:	They *are* defecting.
Ael tVecj:	I would suspect they would have to make contact with the lloann'nan at some point.
CylisCohen:	We could probably sneak onto a station easier though.
Ael tVecj:	Unless they were thinking of landing in the bay.
KYele:	But do the Lloan'na actually trust them enough to let them inside the starbase's shields..?
Ael tVecj:	::hears Tylus pipe up::Sneak?
Malor Savk:	our sensor sweeps were at minimum going by the 
Malor Savk:	starbase. It would not be wise to dispwll the theory she 
Malor Savk:	was inside.
KYele:	Where they're free to transport wherever they want and do incredible damage from within the
KYele:	base..?
Malor Savk:	<dispell>
CylisCohen:	::shrinks a little in his seat::...:::shurgs:: Might be away of getting information
Ael tVecj:	::squints at K'Yele:: There could not be a Federation of over 100 worlds without trust.
KYele:	I.. I simply find it hard to believe that they would just take in an extremely powerful
KYele:	Rihan vessel..
E trSaal:	Eirl>::unaware of any discussion, since she's in the brig doing checks on stuff::
KYele:	To have that much trust for something you haven't somehow verified..
Ael tVecj:	Maybe that's whe we've been ordered to blow the ship up.
KYele:	::turns:: What..? I thought that was a last resort, if we couldn't talk them back..!
Malor Savk:	::fingers get  itchy at the thought of blowing ships up::
CeryltSom:	Who is to say they have not verified it?
Ael tVecj:	That's what I meant.
KYele:	How could they, C'eryl?
Ael tVecj:	Whatever happens, the ship does not stay lloan'nan property.
CeryltSom:	::shrugs::
CeryltSom:	Intelligence?
KYele:	But they never know what is a trap when the government could falsify any records and bribe
KYele:	any informants.
Ael tVecj:	Cynic.
E trSaal:	Eirl>::wanders up to the Hwaveyiir, convinced brig is ready::
Malor Savk:	He has a point
E trSaal:	Eirl>::enters, goes to her station::
Ael tVecj:	Well, I think we follow Tylus's suggestion.
E trSaal:	Eirl>::tries to figure out what's going on::
Ael tVecj:	Sneak aboard and find out what in Arreinye they're doing.
CeryltSom:	They have something to gain from this, don't they?  It may be worth the risk to them
KYele:	Elements, _we_ don't even have any proof that the ship is actually defecting. Or if they're
KYele:	even in this quadrant any more.
E trSaal:	Eirl>::to anyone:: uh... what's going on? It sounds exciting, and it sounds like it invoves 
Ael tVecj:	Why else would we be here?
E trSaal:	security
Ael tVecj:	Or them, for that matter?
KYele:	Call me cynical, but the Senate could be sending us into Lloan'na space just so we could get
Ael tVecj:	A warbird is not a ship used to sell intelligence to the enemy.
KYele:	killed honorably and quietly.
Ilia tReki:	::to Eirl::  Discussing the procedure we're going to follow to get Huntress..
Ael tVecj:	So there's no Huntress?
Ilia tReki:	.. and lots of philosophical things about the state of the Empire...
KYele:	I'm not saying there isn't, I'm simply saying we have no proof.
CeryltSom:	::getting more and more frustrated::
Ael tVecj:	We have nothing to gain. ::looks sadly at C'eryl::
CeryltSom:	If there is, there certainly must be some talk about it on the bases
KYele:	But our honor must also remain intact. For if we're anything less than impeccable from now
CeryltSom:	Why not sneak someone aboard and see if we hear anything?
KYele:	on, we've been corrupted by the aliens, we fall from public favor, and we're dead.
KYele:	In a very literal sense.
CylisCohen:	::suddenly not sure how he feels about meeting his father's race face to face::
Ilia tReki:	::wonders if we're gonna act before we're detected on the base's sensors or something::
Ael tVecj:	Our only way to escape...is to follow through.
Ilia tReki:	::doesn't quite feel like meeting her ancestors at the moment..::
KYele:	::nods:: Soo... any ideas on how to get to the Huntress inside a well-defended starbase..?
Ael tVecj:	::doesn't feel like facing her worrisome, suspicous crew at the moment::
E trSaal:	Eirl>The Huntres could bein a starbase?
CeryltSom:	Couldn't some of us unpure rihannsu be altered enough to appear our other halves?
KYele:	::nods:: Most likely.
KYele:	Perhaps, C'eryl.
Ael tVecj:	::glowers:: You are not unpure.
E trSaal:	or some could attempt to be Vulcan
KYele:	::nods:: Besides, infiltration is not a major issue at this point.
KYele:	Lera. Are the starbase's shields down?
E trSaal:	havescans shown it to be there?
CeryltSom:	I'd like to think I am strengthened by my Orion side, rekkhai
CylisCohen:	::quiet meep at the thought of someone bobbing what points he has on his ears::
E trSaal:	Eirl>::a bit behind::
Ael tVecj:	Ie. As we are all, by your presence.
Erv tResan:	Ie, they are.
Ael tVecj:	::looks around for wee Tylus:: Just so you two know...your medical records have been altered
KYele:	Good. Do a passive scan for any singularities.
Ael tVecj:	Offically, you're Rihannsu.
KYele:	Artificial ones, in particular.
Ael tVecj:	If you wish to be so, cosmetically...
CylisCohen:	::chuckles...pushing some blondish hair outta his eyes::
Ael tVecj:	+Eton+ Please schedule some make-overs.
Ael tVecj:	Though..
Ael tVecj:	::squints at Tylus::
CeryltSom:	::sets her jaw:: I will die first
KYele:	If you find one, even at a low energy level, we've found the Huntress.
Erv tResan:	::raises an eyebrow::
Erv tResan:	::scans::
Ael tVecj:	If you were to appear as a lloann'nan child on the station...
Ael tVecj:	You might be passed over.
E trSaal:	+Ael+ Makeovers? Umm...what exactly do you mean?
Ael tVecj:	::takes a step back from C'eryl::
CylisCohen:	:::sinks back into seat slightly::
Ael tVecj:	+Eton+ Nevermind.
E trSaal:	+ael+ Um....Ie...um...Rekkhai.
CeryltSom:	I would be happy to appear Orion for subterfuge, but to spend my life altered from what I am
CeryltSom:	Never.
Ael tVecj:	Your life?
Ael tVecj:	::eyes widen in horror::  You think Heb could succeed for that long?
CeryltSom:	::shrugs::
CeryltSom:	If he gets popular opinion behind him..
Ael tVecj:	::tries to remember what it was like to have a future to look forward to::
KYele:	::sighs and sinks back in his chair, wishing there was someone, somewhere on their ship with
KYele:	his or her green idealism still intact::
Ael tVecj:	::reads K'Yele's face and looks around the hwaveyiir::
Ael tVecj:	::shakes her head slowly::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	Great sim, all!  Next week, action, adventure, romance...
Ael tVecj:	The Freedom crew! ;)
KYele:	Great sim for a drunkard and a bunch of sick loons! ;)
Ilia tReki:	::waves a little flag::
Ilia tReki:	God help our souls. ;)
Malor Savk:	Imake that two drunkards!
Ael tVecj:	Yeah, well, we wouldn't be the Hnoiyika otherwise. ;)
KYele:	::glances over at Ilia:: What ever happened to that atheism of yours?
Ael tVecj:	Any questions?
CeryltSom:	TRue.
Erv tResan:	::squeeblebounces::
Ilia tReki:	::wonders if maybe that's why it got so philosophical..::
Ilia tReki:	Umm... Atoms help our souls doesn't sound as good?
CeryltSom:	Fate preserve us, Ilia?
E trSaal:	How about Einstrin help our souls?
Ilia tReki:	But fate... is that real? :)
E trSaal:	Darwin?
Ilia tReki:	Or is it merely choice and sequence of events? ;)
CeryltSom:	Fortune?
E trSaal:	Universe help our suols?
Ilia tReki:	Fate implies a higher power..
Malor Savk:	Well Ya'll..Great sim see you next week!!!
Ael tVecj:	I'll take that as a *no* on the questions thing...
Ilia tReki:	<g>
CeryltSom:	::grins:: No questions.
KYele:	No, there were plenty of questions.
KYele:	Just, not directed at you, in particular. ;)
Ael tVecj:	Then they don't count.
Ael tVecj:	Dismissed. ;)
KYele:	Bye!
Ilia tReki:	G'night all. :)