2/6/99 10:06:27 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 2/6/99"

Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru Tylus.
Erv tResan:	::waves to everyone::
KYele:	Jolan Tru, C'eryl.
Ilia tReki:	<But.. but Carlin!;)>
CylisCohen:	Jolan tru
Erv tResan:	C'eryl! ::bigsqwishyLerahuggleandacookie::
CeryltSom:	JT
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru Ceryl.
CeryltSom:	::is Lerafied::
Ael tVecj:	Everyone understand the brief?
Malor Savk:	::nods::
KYele:	::nods::
AtotrLycus:	kinda.
CeryltSom:	Ie :-)
Ilia tReki:	Suuure...
Erv tResan:	Yup.
Ael tVecj:	Okay...I'm really sick, with the flu, according to my lovely dorm mates...
Ael tVecj:	And if you talk to me for any extended period of time you'll 
Ael tVecj:	realize that I don't understand any functional concepts.
Ael tVecj:	So I'm just going to say "Go!" and the rest is up to you guys.
Malor Savk:	::grins, just the way he likes it::
KYele:	Ahem. Don't get any ideas, Malor.
Ael tVecj:	Thanks, Malor. ;)
Ael tVecj:	Remember what kind of log I could write for the Cali. ;)
Erv tResan:	<::hides, thinks the California sim was... bizarre::>
Malor Savk:	::puts on his innocent look:: Yes, I remember
KYele:	<::just stands there... wouldn't know::>
Ael tVecj:	Any questions?
CylisCohen:	<::would tend to agree::>
CeryltSom:	::rolls eyes at *her* crew::
CeryltSom:	<You're better off that way, K'Yele>
KYele:	::chuckles:: Am I the only one in here without a sim..? ;)
Ael tVecj:	C'eryl jumped Stonn, I jumped Malor, end of story.
Ilia tReki:	You can have Freedom! ;)
Ilia tReki:	::glances at Ael::
Ael tVecj:	K'Yele, you're getting Commando Force. :P Don't distract yourself 
Ilia tReki:	::glances at C'eryl::
Ael tVecj:	with petty games.
Ael tVecj:	Can we move on to *my* sim? ;)
Malor Savk:	::blushing deep red::
CeryltSom:	::shrugs to Ilia::
Ilia tReki:	::slips behind her plant::
KYele:	Ilia, C'eryl, and I are in the mess hall, if I'm not mistaken.
AtotrLycus:	I missed last week. What is the definition of "jumped" in that context?
KYele:	Though I may certainly well be.
Erv tResan:	<::sniffles, realises everyone else in her group isn't here::>
CylisCohen:	<FYI...the Cali crew got turned into kids...then
CylisCohen:	into.."gasp"...teenagers....the whole hormonal thing got
Ael tVecj:	Different sim, Ato. ;)
CylisCohen:	messy>
CeryltSom:	<It was on the California, ato>
CeryltSom:	<Can you tell it was my storyline idea?>
Malor Savk:	<Where should I jump in at, I missed last week>
Ilia tReki:	::buries herself in the leaves::
CeryltSom:	::gets leafblower, unburies Ilia::
Ael tVecj:	Anyone who wasn't here last week, raise their hands.
Ilia tReki:	::looks like a deer in the headlights::
Malor Savk:	::hand rises::
Ael tVecj:	::kicks Ato and his hand shoots up::
Ael tVecj:	You two can form your own group. :)
KYele:	<And what's with the "<gasp> teenagers" bit, Tylus? As far as I know, five people in here
KYele:	are teenagers. :P>
Ael tVecj:	<And Tylus is pretty young himself. :P>
Ilia tReki:	Aefvadh back, Lera!  ::hides behind her::
AtotrLycus:	<Damn straight, K'Yele! I'm a Freshman, and proud of it.>
Ilia tReki:	<::looms over the little freshman::  Want a pool pass? ;)>
Erv tResan:	::gives Ilia a plant::
Ael tVecj:	Until I can see someone out-sim K'Yele, there will be no age discrimination
Ael tVecj:	on my ship.
Ael tVecj:	::grunts::
Ael tVecj:	Vaed'rae!
CeryltSom:	<Ooo, only a year older than some of my STUDENTS...>
KYele:	<...Proud? Is that really the word you were looking for..?>
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
CeryltSom:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
AtotrLycus:	::arrogant grin::
KYele:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Malor Savk:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Erv tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
AtotrLycus:	<Close. I've got a B in World History, and an A- on the Final. That I'm proud of.>
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Go!<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Go!<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>Go!<<<<<<<<<<<<<
CeryltSom:	::in mess hall::
KYele:	::sits in the mess hall, taking a sip of some sort of Vulcan beverage::
Ilia tReki:	::by C'eryl and K'Yele::
Erv tResan:	::sipping a tea, listening::
Malor Savk:	::in hallway, looking for someone he knows::
CeryltSom:	::sipping a drink::
CylisCohen:	::stepping into TL::
AtotrLycus:	::in mess hall, looking around:: wow...
CylisCohen:	..level 7
Ilia tReki:	::picks up her tea and peers at it curiously::
CeryltSom:	::glances around::
CylisCohen:	[Comp]...Level 7 is a restricted deck, authorized Starfleet personal only.
KYele:	::whispers quietly to Ilia:: Take the bag out before you drink it.
CeryltSom:	::stifles a chuckle::
CylisCohen:	....that's all I needed to know...::steps out of TL::
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::picks the bag up and dangles it above the tea, watching it turn::
KYele:	::whispers to Ilia and C'eryl:: We need to choose names.
CeryltSom:	::tilts head, looking at Ilia::
Erv tResan:	<BRB>
Ilia tReki:	(m) Too many unnecessary things....
Malor Savk:	::decides to see if he can get to the docking area, to see if the huntress is there::
Ilia tReki:	::sets the bag on the saucer::
Ael tVecj:	<Lera! Dear God NO!!!>
AtotrLycus:	::looks at K'Yele:: Um... Sir? Why are we in their place of eating?
Ilia tReki:	::looks at K'Yele::  Any ideas?
CylisCohen:	::wandering hall....thinking::
KYele:	::glances up at Ato, withholds a gasp::
KYele:	<w> Sit down, Ato. And don't scare us like that.
Malor Savk:	::walks to TL::
AtotrLycus:	<Note: Not Ato, Sarsus. Sorry.>
CeryltSom:	::shrugs:: If the two of you are Vulcan, why change names? :<q>
KYele:	<w> We're in their mess hall because we're trying to blend in, and because this is a semi-
Ilia tReki:	::glances up at Sarsus::sips her tea::
KYele:	private place to talk.
AtotrLycus:	With all due respect, sir... We don't act like Vulcans.
KYele:	::nods:: <w> I realize that. But you don't have to act under scrutiny.. just no outbursts of
KYele:	emotion.
Malor Savk:	::enters and doors close behind him:: umm, computer, docking area
CeryltSom:	Then be a Vulcan/human mix..
AtotrLycus:	::raises an eyebrow:: I'm acting under scrutiny?
KYele:	<w> As I said, we need names. I will be T'Baar.
KYele:	<w> No, Sarsus, you aren't. Which is why you don't have to act as a Vulcan too well.
KYele:	<w> Just don't get them suspicious.
CylisCohen:	::sees KYele...walks in his direction....takes seat behind him::
Ilia tReki:	::ponders over her tea, sipping quietly::
AtotrLycus:	::nods:: <w> Um... yes sir.
Malor Savk:	[comp] Please be more specific. Docking Bays 1, 2, 3 are on decks 8, 14, 20.
KYele:	::turns and nods to Tylus::
CeryltSom:	::thinks::
Ael tVecj:	<::takes four more pills::>
Malor Savk:	[comp] the visitors observation lounge is on deck 12.
AtotrLycus:	::looking at a replicator screen:: What is "Jak Dahn-yals"?
KYele:	<w> Was your Orion parent your mother, C'eryl?
CeryltSom:	Yes...I never knew her name, though...
KYele:	::glances up at Sarsus:: <w> It's a drink.. quite weaker than Rihan ale or wine, but a
KYele:	Vulcan would normally not be seen drinking it.
AtotrLycus:	<w> ::thinking:: I've never had Rihan ale.
Malor Savk:	::ponders what he should do::computer, deck 12 ::might as well start at the visitors center:
CeryltSom:	How about Saphine?
KYele:	::nods:: <w> Sounds good.
KYele:	::turns:: <w> Ilia?
CylisCohen:	::leans chair back...whispers over to KYele:: I was
CylisCohen:	thinking...would there be anyway to hide a Rihan command
CylisCohen:	code into outgoing messages from this station?
Ilia tReki:	::chews on her lip::  Something Vulcan.... ... I'll guess t'Reki won't work in this case.
Ilia tReki:	::smiles slightly::
KYele:	::turns to Tylus:: <w> It would be possible..
CeryltSom:	::hears music starting to play, can't help but sway slightly to the rhythm..::
KYele:	<w> But it would have to be encoded directly into a transmission from the comm room.
CylisCohen:	...well, would it then be possible to send a security override
CylisCohen:	telling the Huntress to drop it's cloak....so, if this station
CylisCohen:	sends them any messages the code gets in?
KYele:	::surpresses a laugh:: <w> Imagine. A few Vulcans, a human, and an Orion, eating together.
Erv tResan:	<::sneaks back in::>
KYele:	<w> It would be possible. But once the ship drops her cloak, the station would know
KYele:	something was up.
AtotrLycus:	<Another one bites the dust.>
CylisCohen:	....drops it's cloak, self destruct...just whatever command
CylisCohen:	might work. Maybe even just transmit it's loction to us.
KYele:	<w> Could you set it up to put the engine out of alignment? Create a cloud of ion exhaust?
CylisCohen:	::leans forward....thinking::
CylisCohen:	::lean back:: I think so.
KYele:	<w> Then do it.
KYele:	<w> Inconspicously, Tylus.
KYele:	<Inconspicuously, too.>
AtotrLycus:	::still looking around, with awe in the station::
CylisCohen:	Where did you say it would have to be done at?
KYele:	<w> The central comm room. It's on deck.. three, I think. Section seven.
Ilia tReki:	::sips the last drops of her tea, listening::
CylisCohen:	...hmmm, Okay.
Malor Savk:	::steps off Tl, into a room and floating around the view portals are 5 starships::
CylisCohen:	I can write the code, but I don't think they'd let a kid up there.
KYele:	<w> I could get in.
CylisCohen:	::pulls out a PADD he'd picked up along the way::
KYele:	<w> You write the program, I'll take care of the rest.
CylisCohen:	::nods...busy with PADD::
Ilia tReki:	<Aefvadh back, Ceryl. :)>
KYele:	((WB, C'eryl!))
CeryltSom:	<Thanks>
Erv tResan:	<C'eryl! ::duct-tapes her to the room::>
AtotrLycus:	::still looking around:: <w> K'Yele, is this like most Federation stations?
Malor Savk:	::goes to nearest portal and looks out:: If only...::shakes head::
CeryltSom:	::stands, walks over to replicator, gets another beverage::
KYele:	::nods to Sarsus::
Malor Savk:	just one torpedoe placed just right..
KYele:	There are a few hundred of these in comission.
CeryltSom:	::walking back, looks around the hall a little more::
AtotrLycus:	<w> Can we stay here?
Ael tVecj:	<Would cranberry juice unstuff me?>
KYele:	<w> No, Sarsus.
Malor Savk:	::from the portal he can see nothing of importance::
CeryltSom:	<tea would, but not cranberry juice.  That's for UTIs>
Malor Savk:	::curses himself for getting lost from the group::
KYele:	<It might. I never touch the stuff, though.>
KYele:	<Orr.. maybe not.>
Ael tVecj:	<hot cocoa?>
AtotrLycus:	<w> I suppose not, but it would be nice. This place is extravagant.
CeryltSom:	<That would.  It's the heat that does it>
KYele:	<It would help your sinuses and throat, if that's troubling you.>
CeryltSom:	::grins at Sarsus:: Then slip back into extravagance...
Ael tVecj:	<Spicy cocoa? ::glances around::Uh...go sim...>
Malor Savk:	::turns and notices a young vulcan female officer::
CylisCohen:	Done.... add this to the time index subsystem to the comm
CylisCohen:	controls...it'll get into the computers that way.
CeryltSom:	::sees that cute guy from Eng, smiles::
KYele:	::glances over at Tylus:: <w> Okay.
KYele:	<w> Basically a time bomb, then?
CylisCohen:	::slips it to KYele::
CylisCohen:	More or less...1st we have to wait for them to send a message to the Warbird.
Malor Savk:	::wonders if he can get any info from her, cuasually walks up to her::
KYele:	::takes it and stands:: Please excuse me, compatriots. I have duty to attend to.
CeryltSom:	::nods::
Ilia tReki:	::nods to him::
KYele:	::bows shallowly and turns away, then steps out the door::
AtotrLycus:	::to C'eryl::<w> What's going on?
CeryltSom:	::looks at Sarsus:: What do you mean? <w>
AtotrLycus:	<w> What are we planning to do here?
KYele:	::enters a turbolift:: Deck three.
CeryltSom:	We're trying to find out if the warbird is here..or the crew..
CylisCohen:	::looking around....wondering who is the next most senior in command around here::
Malor Savk:	::::bows to her, and puts on his best cold vulcan look:: Excuse me, but I need assistance.
Malor Savk:	[officer] Yes, what can I do?
CeryltSom:	::stands:: I'm going to take a look around
KYele:	::steps out of the lift as it stops::
CeryltSom:	::heads off::
KYele:	::heads toward the comm room without a second glance::
CylisCohen:	::slowly stands...walks towards information kiosk<sp>::
AtotrLycus:	May I join you, C'eryl?
CeryltSom:	<Correct, Tylus :-) >
CeryltSom:	Sure..::to Sarsus ::
KYele:	<Wub, Ilia.>
Ilia tReki:	<::sigh::munches on her SC head-on-a-stick::>
CylisCohen:	::pulls up into on TR rooms::
Ilia tReki:	::glances around the group::
CeryltSom:	::heads off with Sarsus::
CylisCohen:	<into=info>
Malor Savk:	::Thinks of something real quick:: My ship is here for a health insepection..
CeryltSom:	<coming, Ilia?>
AtotrLycus:	::following C'eryl::
Malor Savk:	but I got lost and can not find my way back to that deck.
Ilia tReki:	::blinks::shoves her chair in quickly and steps quickly up behind the group::
CylisCohen:	::sees no TR's on deck 7....looking for closest to that deck::
CeryltSom:	::isn't sure where she's going, but looks like she's headed *somewhere*::
KYele:	::enters the comm room and looks as if he has a job to do::
KYele:	::nods to the ensigns who give him crisp salutes and goes to the time-index circuitry panel:
Malor Savk:	[officer] All ships coming in for inspection can be accessed through deck 10.
AtotrLycus:	Um... C'eryl? Are we going to destroy the station?
CylisCohen:	::sees 2 on deck 4....2 on deck 10.....deck 4 being a secure
CylisCohen:	deck:: <to self
CylisCohen:	> okay...if they try to return to the ship, that's where they'll
CylisCohen:	go.
Malor Savk:	<please!!>
Erv tResan:	<::waves to Alex::>
CeryltSom:	<w> It's Saphine
Epsilon11:	<actually, it's Eirl. I dropped by to watch until I'm busy again>
Erv tResan:	<:)>
CeryltSom:	No.
Malor Savk:	::Nods to officer:: Live long and prosper ::quickly turns and heads into TL::
AtotrLycus:	<w> Are we going to destroy anything?
CylisCohen:	::wondering how he could re-wire the TR to beam them right into their ship's brig::
CeryltSom:	Possibly the warbird.
CeryltSom:	If we can't take it back
Ael tVecj:	<5 minute warning>
CylisCohen:	:: inward."D'oh"....should have added a second command to
CylisCohen:	that program...for the warbird to beam them to our ship::
AtotrLycus:	::looks at C'eryl:: But we'll destroy it, we'll evacuate it, right?
KYele:	::finishes uploading the command signal into the computer, logs out and steps out the door::
CeryltSom:	The warbird?  or the station?
KYele:	::blinks, hearing the emphatic emotion but not understanding what it signifies::
KYele:	~~Tylus..? What's wrong?~~
AtotrLycus:	Both.
Malor Savk:	::gets off on deck 10, and looks for a familiar face::
CeryltSom:	We're not going to destroy the station.
Ilia tReki:	::continues staying with the group, hating the thought of being stranded on the station::
CylisCohen:	::not telepathic....just getting an odd whispering sound in his head::
CeryltSom:	We may destroy the warbird with her crew aboard if needed.
AtotrLycus:	::nods:: But we'll evacuate it first, right?
KYele:	::hears no reply and sighs:: His human blood must have diluted his telepathic powers..
KYele:	::shrugs and continues along the corridor to a lift::
CeryltSom:	::looks at Sarsus cooly:: They are traitors.  What do you think the galae would do to them 
CeryltSom:	if we get them back?
AtotrLycus:	Well, what did they to to become traitors?
Malor Savk:	::see's none, so he heads down the hall::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<
AtotrLycus:	::confused::
CeryltSom:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
AtotrLycus:	::ditto::
CeryltSom:	<BRB, RR>
Erv tResan:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
KYele:	Okay, recap! Everybody's doing their thing. K'Yele just uploaded a program into the computer
Ael tVecj:	Hann'yyo, K'Yele. :)
KYele:	that will cause the Huntress to release an ion exhaust cloud once the station sends a
KYele:	message.
Trekibilia:	<::beats her head against another wall::>
KYele:	Sarsus is worried about killing people.
Trekibilia:	::hrrau::
KYele:	Ilia, half-awake, is just trying to keep up. ;)
Trekibilia:	And it's tough work on a station so big!
AtotrLycus:	And property destruction.
KYele:	Malor is finding his way to a docking port.
KYele:	Tylus is up to his deviousness and wants to tamper with the transporters the Huntress crew
KYele:	will be using.
KYele:	If I left out anything important, speak now or forever be confused.
Ael tVecj:	::blows nose::
Ael tVecj:	Dismissed all.
KYele:	Niters!
Epsilon11:	::wishing she could have been there- sounded interesting::
CylisCohen:	Goodnight.
Erv tResan:	Goodnight!
Malor Savk:	Night everyone!!

2/6/99 11:07:44 PM	Closing "Hnoiyika 2/6/99"