7/24/99 9:56:10 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 7/24/99"

TrIsmail:	and thank the Elements for the POOF ...
E trSaal:	Ok...All I remember was people going to the hnoiyika for some reason, and then the end.
Ael tVecj:	::nods::We were going to our ship in order to return home...
Ael tVecj:	But we ran out of time.
TrIsmail:	so are we towing this Huntress with us? and do we have assignments
TrIsmail:	re our "guests"?
Ael tVecj:	Our only guest is Selok, and the Huntress remains in its
Ael tVecj:	own universe.
Ael tVecj:	We haf plans.
Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru, tr'Jarok!
TrIsmail:	tr'okie-doke ...
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru K'Yele
KYele:	Jolan Tru, all!
TomekJarok:	Jolan Tru Enarrain
KYele:	Anyone else watching Cube? :)
TomekJarok:	Jolan Tru Daise'Erei'Riov
Ael tVecj:	No. All of my attention is focused on simming. ;)
Ael tVecj:	::hides her Uber-Xena story::
TrIsmail:	::remembers cubes designed by Prophet tr'Aadam and prof. tr'Rubik::
KYele:	Well, Rubik's was only 3x3x3...
KYele:	27 cubes.
KYele:	The one in this movie is 26x26x26.
Ael tVecj:	So it was.
Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru, Malor!
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru Malor
KYele:	14,000 something cubes.
KYele:	Jolan Tru, Malor!
TomekJarok:	Jolan Tru Malor
TrIsmail:	oh a movie ... veherr (sorry) never heard of it
TrIsmail:	is it new?
Malor Savk:	::bows::Jolan Tru' ,everyone!
KYele:	It's half over on Sci-Fi right now.
KYele:	Nope..
KYele:	It's off the Blockbuster New Releases shelf.
KYele:	That means it's at least four years old. ;)
Ael tVecj:	I saw it advertised...has Calista Flockheart, right?
KYele:	Nope.
Ael tVecj:	Oh.
TrIsmail:	Sci-Fi ... btw they're gonna be releasing *their* version of
TrIsmail:	Frank Herbert's "Dune" sometime in the Fall or Winter ... stay tuned
Ael tVecj:	Ooooo. 
TrIsmail:	The IMDb (Internet Movie Database) says SciFi's "Dune" is still
TrIsmail:	in pre-production so there's very little in the way of credits at present
TrIsmail:	::super-glues self to station as precaution against AOL punt::
TrIsmail:	afk for a siuren
Ael tVecj:	No punts tonight!
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, all. :)
KYele:	Jolan Tru, Ilia.
Ilia tReki:	So is it just me, or does that brief look vaguely familiar? ;)
TrIsmail:	agreed, no punts ... unless it's 4th down and we got a long way
TrIsmail:	to go ... THEN PUNT!!
Ael tVecj:	::grins::
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru Ilia
E trSaal:	JT Ilia
Ael tVecj:	I think we're all here...
Ael tVecj:	Any questions? We'll all start on the hwaveyiir, playing
Ael tVecj:	ourselves.. ;)
KYele:	No SGV's?
E trSaal:	Did we just come back a moment ago, or has anything happened?
Ael tVecj:	Maybe....a 5 minutes ago, and nope, nothing's happened.
TrIsmail:	I get the distinct impression that the brief may have been ...
TrIsmail:	a bit too brief.
Ael tVecj:	No SGVs.
KYele:	Nothing special has happened. We're home.
KYele:	Clean slate.
KYele:	No reason for a long brief. :)
Ael tVecj:	Hann'yyo, K'Yele.
Ael tVecj:	The best sim I was ever on sent out a brief that had 
Ael tVecj:	absolutely nothing to do with anything each week.
Ael tVecj:	I'd like to have the Hnoiyika accomplish that.
Ael tVecj:	Without going insane. ;)
TrIsmail:	<<but isn't "a long brief" something that the humans call an oxymoron?>>
Ael tVecj:	<::snicker::>
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru Ato
KYele:	Ael..
KYele:	We could do everything you said.
Ael tVecj:	So, we'll all be role-playing are charming, Rihannsu selves tonight.
KYele:	Problem is, we'd get started every week around 10:45.
Ael tVecj:	Well, ie. I'm aware of that.
KYele:	By the way.. are you saying the Hnoiyika isn't the best sim you've ever seen? ;)
Ilia tReki:	Jolan tru, Nat. :)
Ael tVecj:	Jolan tru, Admiral.
KYele:	Aefvadh to the Hnoiyika, Rekkhai.
Ael tVecj:	Of course its not. That would be arrogant of me.
Ael tVecj:	;)
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru Rekkhai
Ilia tReki:	::supposes she should have been more polite... but...::
Natsirt123:	HI all...Just stopping in for a sec. Good sim ;)
Ael tVecj:	Its my utter lack of self-confidence and self-desecration that keeps us growing.
Ael tVecj:	Not that you guys aren't the most proficient, artistic, 
Ael tVecj:	loyal players I've ever seen..that goes without saying.
KYele:	You left out talented.
KYele:	;)
Ael tVecj:	Gifted. Superhuman.
Ilia tReki:	And good looking.
TrIsmail:	Aww c'mon Ael au keep the Hnoiyika going like the Energizer Bunny!
Ael tVecj:	I tell you that every day, Ilia. ;)
Ilia tReki:	::points around::;)
Ael tVecj:	All the rest of you are beautiful too.
KYele:	Jolan Tru, Rekkhai.
Ael tVecj:	Even though you're men. ;)
DKhr ArmGo:	<<Jolan Tru quii>>
KYele:	I wonder if all the admirality will be paying us a visit tonight..
E trSaal:	::has his flattery shields up, inpervious to all of this::
TomekJarok:	Jolan Tru Daise'Khre'Riov tr'Arm'Go
Ael tVecj:	::bows to the big guy::
TrIsmail:	Jolan tru Rekkhai
Ael tVecj:	Vaed'rae!
TrIsmail:	::HV::
TomekJarok:	::HV::
KYele:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Malor Savk:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
E trSaal:	::Hrrau vaed'rae::
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	::murmurs::You're all even more attractive than the fire-breathing dinosaur on Pokemon...
Ael tVecj:	Any final questions?
Ilia tReki:	::raises hand::
Ael tVecj:	Ie, Ilia?
Ilia tReki:	What does said monster look like..?
E trSaal:	::raises his hand also::
Ael tVecj:	Its rather small and tan and kinda looks like a rounded t-rex...
Ael tVecj:	It jumps up and down.
Ael tVecj:	Ie, Eton?
Ilia tReki:	::ponders::  I see... ::steps back into line::
E trSaal:	Ism
Ael tVecj:	Bless you.
E trSaal:	Isn't that about like saying "It's more fun than a jumpsuit full of weasles"?
E trSaal:	<Bumped the enter key, sorry>
Ael tVecj:	::glowers:: 
E trSaal:	::backs down...::
E trSaal:	Well, it's just you...I mean...you compaired....
E trSaal:	::squeeks and shrinks back::
Ael tVecj:	Trust me, it was a compliment.
E trSaal:	I mean...um....I withdraw my comment.
Ael tVecj:	::smirks::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	::sits in her own chair for the first time in awhile, enjoying
Ael tVecj:	the moment that no one is trying to kill her::
Ael tVecj:	So...tr'Jarok..where are we? 
Ael tVecj:	The same point as when we left?
Ilia tReki:	::plays p'Ong on her terminal::
Malor Savk:	::at tactical, running diagnostics::
KYele:	::sits next to the Enarrain, in his executive seat::
E trSaal:	::standing about a meter away from t'Vecj's chair, sort of at attnetion::
TrIsmail:	::enters hwaveyiir, goes to station at Tac::
AtotrLycus:	::enters the bridge::
TomekJarok:	::Walks over to the helm console:: Yes Enarrain
Ael tVecj:	::waves Eton towards the chair on her left::Sit.
AtotrLycus:	::smiles, kicks K'yele's chair, lightly:: Hey, you're back.
E trSaal:	::shakes his head and brings himself back from miles away:: Oh...um.. Ie rekkhai.
Ael tVecj:	::stretches luxuriously in her incredibly cramped chair::
E trSaal:	::sits down stiffly, distracted::
Ael tVecj:	Malor... how is the Senator?
E trSaal:	::looks at the chair he's sitting in, wonders who's _supposed_ to sit there::
Ael tVecj:	((Intelligence..))
E trSaal:	<Or in this case, lack thereof>
TomekJarok:	::looks at the console for a moment:: Enarrain prehaps we should contact high command, we
Malor Savk:	He is fine. He is resting at the moment.
E trSaal:	<did we drop off heb on the planet in the other universe or ours?>
TomekJarok:	have been gone a while
Ael tVecj:	::glances at Eton briefly::You look tired, tr'Saal...
Ael tVecj:	<Other universe>
Ael tVecj:	::doesn't relish the thought of talking to Pervad again::
E trSaal:	::shakes his head, refocuses his eyes:: Oh, no not at all. Just distracted.
Ael tVecj:	Are there any galae bases nearby? We could check in at one of them.
E trSaal:	<darn>
KYele:	::nods:: There is a station within two hours of here at cruising speed.. I remember it from
E trSaal:	::to t'Vecj:: Rekkhai?
KYele:	the charts just before we left this universe..
TomekJarok:	::looks at a star chart:: Yes there is one not to far from our position Rekkhai
Ael tVecj:	Ie? ::turns to Eton again::
E trSaal:	How do we explain our unilateral political action to the Galae?
Ael tVecj:	((Cmon, people, talk, or we're never having a normal sim again...<g>))
AtotrLycus:	::smiles at K'Yele:: I hope you don't mind, but while you were gone, I cleaned out your
AtotrLycus:	quarters.
Ael tVecj:	::arches a brow at Eton:: What do you mean?
Ilia tReki:	::plays more p'Ong, monitoring the engines with half an eye::
E trSaal:	Won't they take a dim view of us acting so independantly on a major issue...
KYele:	::looks up at Ato::
E trSaal:	...even if it was in  another universe?
TrIsmail:	::to Malor:: So do all the disgnostics check out OK here?
KYele:	What did you say?
Ael tVecj:	A *very* dim view...
Ael tVecj:	::mulls that::
TomekJarok:	::sets course for the starbase::
E trSaal:	So will we even be informing them?
E trSaal:	::guardedly:: Not that I'm advocating _not_ telling them....
KYele:	Keep in mind, Ihhei.. we are still minor heroes in this universe..
Malor Savk:	::seems distracted:: Ie, we need to run a shield harmonics. Would you care to do it?
AtotrLycus:	Let's just say I sold some of your personal belongings to support myself, while you were
AtotrLycus:	gone.
Ael tVecj:	I have two hours to decide.
TrIsmail:	Why not?
TrIsmail:	Let's get this up and running.
KYele:	::turns toward Ato again, his eyes narrowing:: Which belongings, in particular?
Ael tVecj:	::nods to K'Yele::That has protected us in the past.
Ael tVecj:	Eton... you spoke at length with Heb...
E trSaal:	Ie.  Sorry for prying into things not my concern.
Ael tVecj:	You know him better than the rest of us.
E trSaal:	Ie, I did....::getting nervous now::
Ael tVecj:	::shakes head:: Do na be sorry.
Ael tVecj:	What would *you* advocate, upon returning to a universe
AtotrLycus:	::shrugs:: Some daggers and such.
Ael tVecj:	still involved in Heb's vision?
KYele:	In particular, Ato?
KYele:	Daggers.. how about a sword?
Ael tVecj:	Ilia. ::clears throat::Assist Telar with the diagnostics.
E trSaal:	It's hard to tell. I think his views are very dangerous...
Ael tVecj:	We do not need to reveal to the galae that their newestb
Malor Savk:	::nods to Telar :: 
Ael tVecj:	battlecruiser has been under stress lately.
E trSaal:	But he is not a fool, or a fanatic. He is a very intelligent person.
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Eton::Does that make us dangerous as well?
KYele:	Did you take a sword from my quarters, Ato?
E trSaal:	I don't _agree_ with him.
Ilia tReki:	::blinks, finally processes her name::  Er, ie rekkhai.. ::darts over::
E trSaal:	::blinks:: What do you mean?
TomekJarok:	Would you like me to take us to the starbase Enarrain?
AtotrLycus:	::nods:: Yeah, that's it. Had to.
TrIsmail:	Hann'yyo Ilia. We need help with adjusting shield harmonics ...
AtotrLycus:	After all, with you gone, I needed money to survive.
KYele:	::blinks:: Ato..!
AtotrLycus:	::laughs:: Hey, at least I didn't sell the ship!
TrIsmail:	got to be sure they're in proper working order just in case ...
TrIsmail:	::grins::
KYele:	You don't know the value of that sword!
Malor Savk:	Rekkhai, when you get a chance ::nods to her stateroom::
Ilia tReki:	Aah, ie... ::smiles::  Can't have them failing right when the next interstellar disaster hit
AtotrLycus:	Yes I do! A couple bars of latinum...
Ilia tReki:	s.
Ael tVecj:	We know what Heb knows...what he thinks.
Ael tVecj:	We're in a very taut political situation.
KYele:	A COUPLE bars? Ato, you are going to buy it back.
Ael tVecj:	::stands::
Ilia tReki:	::taps at the console, checking on the current stats::
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Malor::
TrIsmail:	::removes panel:: Tr'okie-doke, let's start some work here.
E trSaal:	We know what he knows...but how does that affect us unless we've taken his views to heart?
KYele:	Out of your own pocket.
AtotrLycus:	Now why would I do that?
Ael tVecj:	You have the hwaveyiir, daise..::glances at K'Yele raising his voice::
Malor Savk:	::Walks to her stateroom::
TrIsmail:	::gets out toolkit, begins testing on shield harmonic circuits::
KYele:	And trust me.. whoever you sold it to probably knows a S'harien when he sees it.
KYele:	::nods to Ael:: Ie, Ihhei.
TrIsmail:	::mutters:: I never was much of an engineer ...
Ael tVecj:	Or if we've decided to act exactly contrary to them, Eton.
Ael tVecj:	Excuse me.
AtotrLycus:	A S'h-waht?
Ael tVecj:	::walks into her chambers after Malor, shuts the door::
Ilia tReki:	::smiles::  Me either.  ::sits down and peers into the panel::
Malor Savk:	::waits at attention until she enters::
Ael tVecj:	((Sword))
KYele:	A S'harien, Ato.
Malor Savk:	I need to know why we brought Selok back?
TrIsmail:	::continues working:: Let's test phase 1 here ...
KYele:	An ancient Vulcan sword. It was passed down in my family for generations.
AtotrLycus:	::shrugs::  Not anymore.
KYele:	::chuckles:: You think that, don't you?
E trSaal:	::sits back in the odd-feelinf chair::
Ilia tReki:	::pushes the "test" button::
Ael tVecj:	::moves to her desk and takes a seat::
Ael tVecj:	::looks up at him, then speaks slowly and cautiously::
TrIsmail:	That looks OK ...
AtotrLycus:	::nods:: I made my money, off it. All I have to do is diliver it.
Ael tVecj:	He's safer here...
Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Ie... next one... 
Malor Savk:	How are we going to explain it and what his he going to do here?
KYele:	::smiles:: So it is still here. Good. You're not going to deliver it.
Ael tVecj:	::murmurs into her commbadge::Tomek, make sure the haveyiir doesnt get out of hand...
AtotrLycus:	::laughs:: Yes, I am.
TrIsmail:	::works on next phase panel::
TomekJarok:	::looks at the unfamiliar helm console::
Ael tVecj:	::looks evenly at Malor::Do you have any ideas?
Ael tVecj:	What is your father doing now?
E trSaal:	::watches K'Yele and Ato, getting a bit worried::
KYele:	You are going to deliver the buyer's money back, plus five bars extra for his or her
KYele:	trouble.
Malor Savk:	He is dead. Heb killed him ten years ago..
Ael tVecj:	::turns white::
TrIsmail:	Elements I hope this doesn't take *too* long ... such a
AtotrLycus:	::folds his arms:: Now why would I do that?
Malor Savk:	We can not bring a dead man back without questions.
Ael tVecj:	I...see.
KYele:	::chuckles at Ato::
TrIsmail:	boring task unless one's an engineer and "in love with the ship" ...
KYele:	Because I said so.
Ilia tReki:	::does necessary calculations, etc::  Na, it shouldn't... it just feels like it does.
KYele:	And I have a disruptor. ::takes Ato's from its holster::
TomekJarok:	::checks the course again before engadeing warp engines::
Ael tVecj:	::tilts head, thinking to herself:: 
KYele:	You don't.
Ilia tReki:	Even love isn't totally blind.. ::smiles slightly::
Ael tVecj:	We could remove him, and solve the problem easily.
TrIsmail:	Guess so, Ilia ... never done something like this though ...
Ael tVecj:	No one knows he's aboard. No one has to.
AtotrLycus:	::pulls out the sword:: And I have your sword.
TrIsmail:	::laughs:: I suppose so ... 
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: I'm keeping it.
KYele:	::nods:: You really think so, eh?
TomekJarok:	::Glances back at Ato and K'Yele::
Malor Savk:	::starts pacing:: But what do I tell him.... that we just wisked him off to anthor universe?
TrIsmail:	All right how about test level 2?
AtotrLycus:	::holds the sword in a fencing position:: Yes, I do.
Ilia tReki:	::nods::does so::  Hm... 
Malor Savk:	and know we have to keep it a secret? He will go beserk!
TrIsmail:	Problem?
KYele:	::yawns, backsteps, and aims the disruptor::
Ilia tReki:	::points to the visual on the panel::  Looks a little out of sync... one more tweak and it..
Ilia tReki:	.. should be good.
Malor Savk:	as the humans would say.
E trSaal:	::stands up and stands between K'Yele and Ato:: Gentelmen!
Ilia tReki:	::peers inside::
KYele:	Eton. Out of the way.
Ael tVecj:	::folds her hands together::
TrIsmail:	All right then, here goes ... ::gets back to work::
E trSaal:	::spreads his arms out, trying to be a barrier between them::
KYele:	That sword cuts through mostly anything.
Ael tVecj:	Perhaps we could pray to the Elements.
AtotrLycus:	Eton, move!
Ael tVecj:	And a solution will present itself.
Ael tVecj:	Tell me, Malor...are you getting along with him?
Ilia tReki:	::likes not having to do the dirty work for a change::
E trSaal:	I can't let you two kill eachother on the bridge!
TomekJarok:	::Walks over to K'Yele:: Rekkhai please hand me the disruptor.
AtotrLycus:	::pokes Eton in the back, with the sword:: Move!
KYele:	Oh, I'm not going to kill him.
Malor Savk:	::stops pacing:: I avoid him.
AtotrLycus:	I'm not gonna kill him!
Ael tVecj:	::says professionally:: Why?
KYele:	Remember when I added a stun setting to these disruptors?
Ilia tReki:	::watches::  That should be good..
KYele:	::stuns Ato:: This is why.
TrIsmail:	I *think* it's ... "tweaked" ... try another test.
Ilia tReki:	::tests::nods::  Ie, that was it.
E trSaal:	You two are brandishing weapons at eachother on the bridge...
KYele:	::takes the sword, removes the sheath from Ato, and sheathes it::
Malor Savk:	Because he reminds me too much of my real father..
TrIsmail:	All right ... ::replaces panel:: Hann'yyo for the help, Ilia.
AtotrLycus:	::falls::
Malor Savk:	and I learned early to avoid him too.
Ilia tReki:	Oh, na, no problem.
E trSaal:	::steps back, breathing hard::
AtotrLycus:	::slowly and quietly pulls out a dagger::
Ael tVecj:	Have you ever thought...this is a second chance?
TrIsmail:	Well at least it's in working order. ::grins and takes station
Ael tVecj:	This man is obviously not your father...and yet he is...
TrIsmail:	at Tac::
E trSaal:	::bends over Ato to see if he's ok::
AtotrLycus:	::throws it at K'Yele, cutting the sword off the sheath::
Ilia tReki:	Hope it works.  ::goes back to her panel::
KYele:	::catches it::
KYele:	::chuckles::
AtotrLycus:	::shoves Eton out of the way:: Move!
TomekJarok:	::mumbles something about the tal'shair and disipline::
KYele:	My reflexes aren't the slowest, Ato. Leave the hwaveyiir and maybe I won't throw you in the
KYele:	brig.
Malor Savk:	::shakes head:: No because no matter how he does remind me, he is not my Father.
E trSaal:	::grabs Ato's arm and yanks it back, twisting his wrist almost to breaking::
TomekJarok:	::walks back over to the helm console::
AtotrLycus:	::stands:: I'm keeping that sword.
KYele:	::sits in his chair and looks at Ael::
E trSaal:	::pulls Ato away from k'Yele::
AtotrLycus:	::kicks eton in the gut, making him let go::
Ael tVecj:	::doesn't answer that directly::
Ael tVecj:	This must be very difficult for you.
E trSaal:	::keels half over::
Ael tVecj:	What do you think of his politics?
DKhr ArmGo:	<<Jolan tru quii. ::nods to Ael:: Hann'yyo, Enarrain>>
AtotrLycus:	::walks back over to K'Yele:: Give me the sword.
E trSaal:	::swings his metal medkit around and hits Ato in the base of the skull::
Ael tVecj:	<<Jolan tru, Daise'Khre'Riov>>
KYele:	::aims his disruptor again at Ato::
KYele:	It isn't set on stun anymore.
AtotrLycus:	::ducks, sweep kicks Eton::
E trSaal:	::falls and rolls away, spins around to face ato again::
Malor Savk:	Excellent, I wish my father had shown that kind of fight with Heb.
E trSaal:	::knows he's outmatched::
TomekJarok:	::wonders if the same crew came back that the Tal'Shair report talked about::
AtotrLycus:	::frowns at Eton:: Mind your own business, kid.
KYele:	Ato. Leave the bridge now or I will kill you.
E trSaal:	::hands up defensively::
KYele:	Consider yourself lucky I haven't yet.
E trSaal:	::still staying between Ato and k'Yele::
KYele:	Eton, move. That's an order.
AtotrLycus:	::hits Eton with a spinning heel kick, knocking him out::
AtotrLycus:	There. Now it's you and me, K'yele.
KYele:	::grimaces slightly::
KYele:	I guess so. ::fires::
KYele:	::on heavy stun::
E trSaal:	::blocks and ducks, only hald succesfully. knocked to the ground, only half stunned::
AtotrLycus:	::jumps out of the way::
KYele:	((Ato, please.))
KYele:	((You don't dodge a disruptor.))
Ael tVecj:	Well, we may need this Senator, to fight.
E trSaal:	::dazed, sprawled against a console::
Malor Savk:	I guess I need to talk with him and find out what his wishes are.
AtotrLycus:	::gets hit::
AtotrLycus:	<<::sighs: Fine...>>
TrIsmail:	::looks at scene on bridge, shakes head::
AtotrLycus:	::falls to the ground::
Ael tVecj:	Perhaps.
Ael tVecj:	::stands:: I will support your wishes.
KYele:	::taps at the console and transports Ato to the brig::
TomekJarok:	::Slows to impulse as the ship approches the Starbase::
AtotrLycus:	::growls:: Real men don't need guns.
TrIsmail:	::goes back to Tac station and runs simulations::
KYele:	::puts the disruptor on the ground and sits in his chair::
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: I guess that makes me more of a rihanssu then you are.
E trSaal:	::pulls himself painfully to his feet::
KYele:	ETA, Jarok?
AtotrLycus:	::teleports::
Ilia tReki:	::totally oblivious to the daily fist/disruptor fight::
Ael tVecj:	((Teleports? What the hell?))
TomekJarok:	We will be able to dock in six minutes if you wish.
AtotrLycus:	<Transports...>
TrIsmail:	Tactical reporting in ... all systems normal Rekkhai.
KYele:	((I transported him to the brig.))
Ael tVecj:	((oooh))
KYele:	::lies the sheathed S'harien beneath his seat::
AtotrLycus:	::begins to pick the lock::
E trSaal:	::sits down where he was originally, swearing and rubbing his head::
TrIsmail:	::flashes a grin at Ilia, mouths "thanks for the help"::
Malor Savk:	::stands and bows:: I guess I need to report back to my station.
KYele:	((Ato, there's no lock. It's a forcefield.))
Ilia tReki:	::smiles and shakes her head::
E trSaal:	<Ato, it's a forcefield, controlled from the outside>
AtotrLycus:	::pulls out a small black device, puts it up against the forcefield::
Ael tVecj:	::bows slightly::
Ael tVecj:	::walks out of her chambers onto the hwaveyiir::
Ael tVecj:	::looks around::
Ael tVecj:	Daise'Erei'Riov, you look....sweaty.
AtotrLycus:	+K'yele+ Allright... if I apologize, will you let me go?
E trSaal:	::leaning foreward, briused and dishevled, waiting for adrenaline to wear off::
KYele:	+Ato+ No.
Ael tVecj:	::hears the comm and arches an eyebrow::
KYele:	::sets up forcefields around the entire brig area::
Ael tVecj:	::steps down to her seat::
Ael tVecj:	::gazes down at Eton:: 
Ael tVecj:	::looks at Tomek, Ilia, and Telar, who are all acting 
E trSaal:	::looks at her, winces as his head turns::
Ael tVecj:	perfectly normal::
Ael tVecj:	::decides she's going to be very angry when the 
E trSaal:	::glaring at the world::
Ael tVecj:	bewilderment fades::
Ilia tReki:	::thinks every ship needs its straight-people::
KYele:	::glances up at Ael::
TrIsmail:	<<::as normal as can be under the circumstances!::>>
Ael tVecj:	Eton, go to medical.
Malor Savk:	::walks out behind Ael and returns to tactical::
E trSaal:	Why?
E trSaal:	::not in an obediant mood::
Ael tVecj:	::dryly::Because you need an a'sprin.
Ael tVecj:	tr'Ismail, tr'Jaork, whats our status?
AtotrLycus:	+K'Yele+ Okay. Well, at least I won this battle.
TomekJarok:	::turns:: Enarrain, we may dock when ready and once we have clearence.
E trSaal:	Na, I do not.
E trSaal:	::looks away::
Ael tVecj:	::nods to Tomek::
TrIsmail:	Status of Tac is normal.
Ael tVecj:	::growls low in her throat in Eton's general direction::
Ael tVecj:	::stares directly at K'Yele:: Explain.
KYele:	Enarrain, I believe we may need to kill Ato.
Ilia tReki:	::notes the total apathy this is met with::
TomekJarok:	::pulls up Tal'Shair files on the base and the starbase commander::
KYele:	Apparently he tried to sell my S'harien, then refused my undeniably fair proposal on how to
KYele:	remedy the situation.
Ael tVecj:	::glares like ice::
Ael tVecj:	You had a fight about an old piece of metal...
KYele:	I then threatened to stun him if he did not follow my fair proposal.
Ael tVecj:	on my hwaveyiir?
Ael tVecj:	That resulted in bloodshed?
KYele:	An old piece of metal, Enarrain? We fought over insubordination.
TomekJarok:	::glances over the files and finds the typical dislike of Tal'Shair officers::
E trSaal:	:glances at Ilia, wonders why she's choosing to ingore the happenings here::
Ael tVecj:	Rihannsu officers do not *fight.*
Ilia tReki:	::trying to protect her sanity::
Ael tVecj:	Backstab, manipulate, perhaps. 
KYele:	::chuckles:: Which is why I believe we may have to kill Ato.
KYele:	I threatened to stun him, and he drew my own sword on me.
KYele:	The bloodshed was between Ato and Eton, though Eton never actually fought.
Ael tVecj:	::glowers at K'Yele:: You're dismissed for today. 
E trSaal:	::glares at k'Yele, mutters something quietly::
KYele:	Ie, Ihhei.. ::scuttles off like a kicked dog for defending his family's honor::
E trSaal:	::was "What do you mean, "never actually fought?"::
Ael tVecj:	You too. ::glances at Eton:: Move before I have you escorted.
Ilia tReki:	::loses at p'Ong::glances up between games::
Malor Savk:	::rasises eybrows at the scene::
AtotrLycus:	::smiling happily:: Well, that was fun...
E trSaal:	::stands:: With all due respect, rekkhai, all I did was try to _prevent_ a fight.
TrIsmail:	::tries to concentrate all attention on Tac console::
Ael tVecj:	::thinking if Heb saw this display he'd probably give up his cause::
Ael tVecj:	Malor...when you have a moment... go put Ato in statis.
E trSaal:	::still looking at Ael, awaiting a response::
Ael tVecj:	Off, Eton.
TomekJarok:	::Wonders what kind of fun Tal'Shair HC would have with this incident::
Ael tVecj:	I will not have my medical officer looking half beaten to death.
E trSaal:	Off where? Be specific, please. ::bristling::
Malor Savk:	::nods:: Ie, I will do it right away.
Ael tVecj:	::looks at the space station filling the viewscreen.
Ael tVecj:	<m> I hope they have a spa.
Ilia tReki:	::gazes::hopes they have an arboretum::
E trSaal:	::getting more and more uposet as insult is added to injury::
Ael tVecj:	::murmurs to Eton, as quietly and coldly as possible::
Ael tVecj:	Off my hwaveyiir.
E trSaal:	::salutes stiffly:: Ie, Rekkhai.
E trSaal:	::leaves briskly::
TrIsmail:	::to nobody in particular:: Good to be home in our real space, eh?
Ael tVecj:	::gives Telar a wry glance::
TrIsmail:	::grins back at the Enarrain::
E trSaal:	::takes TL to medlab::
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<
Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<
TrIsmail:	>>paused<<
Ael tVecj:	::clears throat::A number of commendations tonight.
AtotrLycus:	::yawns""
AtotrLycus:	::AA::
Ael tVecj:	First, to Tomek tr'Jarok, for maintaining his dignity.
TrIsmail:	::HV::
Ael tVecj:	::smiles::
TomekJarok:	::HV::
E trSaal:	::HV::
Malor Savk:	::HV::
Ilia tReki:	::hrrau vaed'rae::
Ael tVecj:	Next, to Eton tr'Saal, for taking so much abuse and 
Ael tVecj:	role-playing diligently through it.
E trSaal:	Hann'yyo, rekkhai.
Ael tVecj:	And, lastly, to K'Yele, for using the word S'harien. 
Ael tVecj:	I had fun tonight. You all were very interesting. Keep it up.
Ael tVecj:	::cackles to herself::
Ilia tReki:	::raises hand::
Ael tVecj:	Our word for tonight is "ssuaj-ha"
Ael tVecj:	Ie, Ilia?
Ilia tReki:	Um.. could we have two words tonight?  What's "S'harien"? ;)
KYele:	::raises hand to define both::
Ilia tReki:	::mumbles something about suck-ups::;)
Ael tVecj:	::dryly::It means "pierceblood."
AtotrLycus:	::makes a sucking sound::
Ael tVecj:	::taps K'Yele on the forehead with her wand:: Speak.
Ilia tReki:	Hann'yyo, rekkhai. ::bows and steps back into her place::
KYele:	It does mean Pierceblood..
TrIsmail:	<<and there's something *important* about 'ssuaj-ha' btw>>
KYele:	A S'harien is a kind of ancient Vulcan sword.
KYele:	Extremely rare, extremely deadly.
KYele:	It can cut though nearly everything.
AtotrLycus:	::quietly:: Also goes for a couple bars of latinum
E trSaal:	Vaguely like an exceptional quality katana?
KYele:	Vaguely.
TomekJarok:	::starts to write a book "new ways to cause hull breeches::
KYele:	Actually more like a naginata, but most people don't know what that is, soo.. ;)
E trSaal:	That's all i need to know. I want one.
KYele:	Used for many ceremonies and things like that.
E trSaal:	I know the names of a lot of japanise weapons, but not "naginata". Enlighten me?
KYele:	Anyway.. Ssuaj-ha is what Ato should have said several times.
KYele:	Later, Eton.
AtotrLycus:	Unfortunetly, I cam
E trSaal:	Ok.
Ael tVecj:	::snickers at Jarok::
AtotrLycus:	can't learn forign languages.
KYele:	Ssuaj-ha is the inferior-to-superior form of the verb "understand".
AtotrLycus:	So "sword" has to do.
KYele:	Basically, "I understand."
E trSaal:	Interesting social comment, in the form of a name. :)
KYele:	It follows a command or the form "Ssuaj-d'ifa".
Ael tVecj:	Its a word you all should use frequently.
KYele:	Which is a question form. "Understood?"
KYele:	Or "Do you understand?"
AtotrLycus:	Me say that? Naw, I'd say "ssuej-d'fiv?" to you, K'Yele.
TrIsmail:	Ato, at au'r own risk!
Ael tVecj:	Which is why you're being hunted like a dog by Malor, Ato.
KYele:	Ssuaj-d'ifa. And if you keep that up, K'Yele won't spare you next time. :)
Ael tVecj:	Decorum, decorum...
AtotrLycus:	::smiles:: Yeah, but I'm a damn good-looking dog.
Malor Savk:	:0
TrIsmail:	<<well then, Ato ... WOOF!>>
E trSaal:	<not_even_ going to comment>
AtotrLycus:	I'm outta here... See ya'all.
Ilia tReki:	Night. ;)
TrIsmail:	how about a phrase next week?
Ael tVecj:	Any...questions?
E trSaal:	::raises his hand::
Ael tVecj:	Ie, Eton?
TrIsmail:	<<whoops just asked one>>
Ael tVecj:	a phrase? Are we ready? ;)
Ilia tReki:	Na. ;)
TrIsmail:	<<I'll IM au Enarrain ... it's simple>>
E trSaal:	Exactly how much trouble am I in? Or has ato distracted from the fact that Eton was blatantl
E trSaal:	y insubirdinate to _both_ of the top ranking officers on the ship?
Ael tVecj:	That...has yet to be seen.
E trSaal:	::chews his fingernails nervously::
Ilia tReki:	::hands Eton a Steve Case head-on-a-stick to chew on instead::
KYele:	Eton, Ato was blatantly insubordinate and treasonous to the second-ranking officer on the
KYele:	ship.
Ael tVecj:	Dismissed all. :)

7/24/99 11:13:53 PM	Closing "Hnoiyika 7/24/99"