You have just entered room ÒFKA Hnoiyika.Ó tRhelae: Here. ::raises hand:: Ael tVecj: Yay, "Fool" is playing again! Ael tVecj: "I was born and raised as an Eastern girl in a Western world...When I look inside I find a place to run, to hide..." Ael tVecj: You know, buddy chat just means extra work for me. tRhelae: In what way? Ael tVecj: People make me invite them. ::grunts:: TrIsmail: Jolan Tru qiuu! Lera tResan: ::sneaks up behind ArmGo, pies him:: ----====|} Lera tResan: ::hides:: Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, guys. :) And hann'yyo, Ael. ;) Ael tVecj: Oh good, pie the Galae'Khre'Riov... Ael tVecj: I'm working for a pension, ya know... TrIsmail: Lera! That's no way to act ... Lera tResan: He's meeeeeeean to meeeeeeeee! GKhr ArmGo: ::Glares at the soon-to-be-deceased Lera:: Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, K'Yele. :) Ael tVecj: C'eryl and Tylus are having some little thunderstorm. Ilia tReki: ::reads the totally clean log:: Lera tResan: And he doesn't like cookies. : ( KYele trWoodlock: Jolan Tru, all.. did.. I come at a bad time? TrIsmail: Jolan'tru K'Yele, I hope the system works for me this time around ... Ilia tReki: ::pats Lera on the back:: Ael tVecj: Lera assaulted the Galae'Khre'Riov, K'Yele. Ael tVecj: And Malor won't be here. ::laments:: TrIsmail: with a pie, no less... Ael tVecj: Err, there he is. GKhr ArmGo: In case anyone is wondering, the Raptor may have an opening for CSCI soon... ::glares again at the soon-to-be-deceased Lera:: <> Lera tResan: ::Lera's Innocent Look::ª Lera tResan: ::adds ArmGo to her list of People Who Don't Get Cookies:: Ael tVecj: //roll Ael tVecj: Awww. Lera tResan: ::gives everyone else cookies:: ----====O O O O O O Ilia tReki: ::munches:: Lera tResan: ::takes one, eats it:: GKhr ArmGo: ::smiles, happy that he no longer needs to worry about food poisoning:: <<:)>> Lera tResan: ::gives Eton a cookie:: ----====O Lera tResan: See! E trSaal: Sorry, my clock says it's 8:55 yet Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, Eton. :) TrIsmail: ::gives Lera big sqwishy hug:: E'lev ... just be careful now. ::grins wickedly:: E trSaal: JT Ilia. :) Ael tVecj: Elements...e'lev? TrIsmail: Jolan Tru Eton! E trSaal: Er... Ael tVecj: ::is no longer sending out dirty logs:: TrIsmail: Hee hee hee Ilia tReki: tRhelae: ::crunches on a cookie and brushes the crumbs onto the command chair:: Lera tResan: Aww... Ilia tReki: I'm sure the crew will pick up your slack. E trSaal: Lera, did I miss something? Lera tResan: Yup. Lera tResan: I pied ArmGo because he's meeeeeean to meeeeee. Lera tResan: And he doesn't like cookies. Ael tVecj: He's the GKhr. He's allowed. Lera tResan: And Ael's sending out dirty logs with her and C'eryl. : ) GKhr ArmGo: No, Lera... I love cookies.. I don't like heartburn... ::grinning:: Lera tResan: They're LeraCookies! Ael tVecj: ::rolls eyes:: TrIsmail: The C-in-C of the whole FKA. I should say he's allowed. Lera tResan: I just think cuuuuute scares you. :P Ael tVecj: ::glares at t'Rhalae:: Ael tVecj: I saw that.. Malor Savk: ::stumbles in:: TrIsmail: :;rolls eyes back to Ael:: Here you are! Ilia tReki: Jolan tru, Malor. :) TrIsmail: Jolan tru Malor tRhelae: ::looks up at the ceiling:: I believe the ship is crumbling. Lera tResan: ::thinks tr'Ismail has been Lerafied:: Malor Savk: Jolan Tru everyonne! KYele trWoodlock: Jolan tru, Malor. Lera tResan: ::gives Malor a cookie:: ----====O GKhr ArmGo: ::has Lera-proof shielding, but stomach has yet to catch up:: Lera tResan: ::sniffle:: TrIsmail: ::has been Lerafied:: :) Malor Savk: ::grabs cookie, thankful because he is starving!:: tRhelae: ::notices a lack of color in the chat:: Malor Savk: ::gobbles upo cookie:: Lera tResan: ::fixes that:: Lera tResan: There's your colour. : ) tRhelae: Oops. TrIsmail: ... and in love with her to boot ... Ilia tReki: ::slides on her sunglasses:: Ael tVecj: No Natsirt? Then we'd have 5 against 5. TrIsmail: Isn't that Eisnglasses, Ilia? **flee** Ael tVecj: Raise your hand if you're a dirty, smelly lower-decks officer from the Starbase. Ael tVecj: ::smiles sweetly:: Ilia tReki: ::leans against the wall, looking delinquent:: Ilia tReki: Oh.... I guess you're right... ::sighs::takes the glasses off::puts her Eisnglasses on:: Ilia tReki: ::goes back to looking dangerous and whatnot:: Ael tVecj: ::looks at Ilia:: Ael tVecj: ::feels fear:: Lera tResan: ::huggles Ilia:: : ) Ael tVecj: Anyone...else? tRhelae: ::sniff:: Lera tResan: ::huggles t'Rhelae:: Better? E trSaal: Um...being that I missedf the l;ast sim, could we have a sumarry on exactly where we are? Lera tResan: We're here! tRhelae: I don't know... I think I'm being called dirty and smelly. Ael tVecj: We're where we were two weeks ago. ;) TrIsmail: ::ahem:: no huggles HERE, E'lev? ::looks at Lera uncomprehendingly:: Ilia tReki: ::gives Lera another gold star:: Ael tVecj: Vaed'rae! Lera tResan: Oo! TrIsmail: ::HV:: Ilia tReki: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: Lera tResan: ::puts the star in her Wacky Sackª:: Lera tResan: ::huggles tr'Ismail:: Malor Savk: ::hrraue vaed'rae:: Lera tResan: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: E trSaal: ::HV:: KYele trWoodlock: ::hrrau vaed'rae:: Ael tVecj: ::recovers some microgram of control:: TrIsmail: ((much, much better E'lev ... hannyyo :) )) Ael tVecj: ::points at Telar, Ilia, t'Rhelae, and Arm'Go::: "Guests." E trSaal: ::raises his hand:: Ael tVecj: Ie, Eton? TrIsmail: ((ooo yeah Pod people!)) Ilia tReki: ::stops looking dangerous::goes to looking dirty, dissheveled, and ... ... argh... dissenting?:: E trSaal: Eirl is installing AIM as we speak, and will at least be watchign the sim as soon as she can get here Lera tResan: Yaaaaaaaaaay! Ael tVecj: Great! KYele trWoodlock: Woohoo! TrIsmail: ::clapclapclapclapclapclapclapclap:: Lera tResan: ::Lera's Happy Squeekle::ª tRhelae: LOL! Ael tVecj: Everyone else should be doing what you do normally...except, creatively and enthusiastically this time. ;) E trSaal: Eh who wha? Lera tResan: Enthusiam's what Leras do best! KYele trWoodlock: I thought that was bouncing. GKhr ArmGo: That's a direct contradiction for me, Ael! :) Lera tResan: That too. Ael tVecj: No bouncing on my ship... Lera tResan: Aww... but bouncing's what Leras do best! Ael tVecj: No cookies, no marriages, no children, no orgies, no painting the hull pink... tRhelae: The springs can't take it. Ilia tReki: It's so tiny.. the engines can't compensate.. GKhr ArmGo: ROFL! E trSaal: I thought huggling was what leras did best? Ilia tReki: ::sighs at Ael:: You don't let us do anything... Lera tResan: It is! Ael tVecj: :::nods to Ilia:: Lera tResan: Leras are Tiggeresque. : ) GKhr ArmGo: Well, I DO know that baking is NOT what Lera's do best! GKhr ArmGo: :) Lera tResan: Heeeeeeeeeeeey! KYele trWoodlock: But, Ael.. TrIsmail: Well when we reach Starbase tr'Vegas, watch what happens to Lera & me ... LOL Lera tResan: They're magic cookies. Ael tVecj: No mentions of "Tiger" people. ::cringe:: Lera tResan: Tigger! KYele trWoodlock: There are cookies EVERYWHERE. Thanks to Lera, of course. Crumbs, too. KYele trWoodlock: There have already been marriages.. KYele trWoodlock: And kids.. Ael tVecj: It wasn't just Lera. ::looks pointedly at t'Rhalae and my chair:: KYele trWoodlock: And we painted the hull RED once.. that's CLOSE to pink.. Lera tResan: ::thinks everyone should talk in Foofy Colours:: Ael tVecj: Any questions about tonight's sim? Relevant, interesting questions that dont involve giggling? tRhelae: ::stares out a window:: Ilia tReki: That question did.... Ael tVecj: Red is a dramatic, powerful color. ::grunts:: TrIsmail: ::raises hand:: Forgot ... Ael tVecj: Ie, Telar? TrIsmail: what was the name of my Pod char? Seda? KYele trWoodlock: ::stands next to t'Rhelae and stares out the window:: Yep. Deep space. Lera tResan: Red's also the colour of Lera's hair. : ) KYele trWoodlock: ::points out the window:: That's where you go if you spill more crumbs on Ael's seat. tRhelae: Very. tRhelae: Eh. Purple is not me. Ael tVecj: ::rubs her temples:: Seda, yes. TrIsmail: Hann'yyo ... what's he supposed to be ...doing if anything? Lera tResan: Aww... ::huggles t'Rhelae:: Ael tVecj: Sitting in medical, plotting sneakily. TrIsmail: recovering and returning to being Telar? tRhelae: ::sigh:: All the rules in this ship... Ael tVecj: Lera, you're still playing a guard. E trSaal: what would I be doing at this point? TrIsmail: ah I see, hann'yyo Lera tResan: Eeeeeeeeew. Ael tVecj: ((I'd change it all for you, t'Rhalae ;) )) Ael tVecj: Treating them, Eton....follow-ups. Lera tResan: Can't Eton be the guard? : ) Lera tResan: Guarding isn't something Lera's do best. E trSaal: Ok. What's happened since I last treated them? Ael tVecj: Lera should be multi-functional. TrIsmail: Try it for once, E'lev ... Ael tVecj: I think K'Yele beat them up. Lera tResan: She is! TrIsmail: :) KYele trWoodlock: Did not. E trSaal: Eh? Why/how/when? KYele trWoodlock: K'Yele talked to them.. Lera tResan: Bouncing and giving out cookies and huggling isn't multi-functional? : ) Ael tVecj: I thought you threw one across the room? KYele trWoodlock: They tried to beat HIM up. Ilia tReki: Hey...! We were perfectly fine! Defended ourselves marvelously.. Ilia tReki: Especially against such blatant prisoner abuse.. Ael tVecj: Well, then, Eton, you can treat K'Yele. KYele trWoodlock: Then he left, sealed them in with a force field, and told them they'd be dropped off somewhere. GKhr ArmGo: Exactly!!! Here here, Reki!! Ilia tReki: ::glances around::subversion is something that sneaky, dirty prisoners do best:: tRhelae: Well, isn't that the red carpet treatment. KYele trWoodlock: The only injury he has is a bloody lip, ya know. ;) Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<< Ilia tReki: Tell him to come visit again.. ;) Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<<<<<<< Ilia tReki: <> GKhr ArmGo: ::wonders if Rura Penthe is what KYele has in mind by "somplace":: GKhr ArmGo: ::glowering, still convinced these people mean to kill them all:: Ilia tReki: ::sits in her seperate cell::folds her arms::mutters to herself:: E trSaal: ::fussing over K'Yele, overly concerned about his scrapes and bruises:: Ael tVecj: ::sips tea and looks unhappy:: Malor Savk: ::at station:: KYele trWoodlock: ::flails at Eton:: It's just a cut. I have things to do, make this quick. Ael tVecj: ETA to the drop-off point we picked is 90 sireuna.... blessed Elements. E trSaal: ::nervous:: Ie rekkhai.... TrIsmail: (Seda) :: in Medical, wondering what in Ariennye's going on:: Ilia tReki: So... how much longer do you suppose we oughta hold out? E trSaal: ::quickly set the skin with a dermal restabilizer, steps back:: Ael tVecj: Malor... E trSaal: There you go, Rekkhai. Sorry to bother you... E trSaal: ::stands back, at attention:: KYele trWoodlock: ::stares at Eton:: Err.. hann'yyo. As you were. Malor Savk: ::looks up from station:: Ie? GKhr ArmGo: ::wonders if she is speaking to him:: KYele trWoodlock: ::raises an eyebrow at the unusual decorum and stalks over to his seat:: E trSaal: ::drops out of attention position, clearly still feeling at attention:: Ael tVecj: I've been going over the information you've gathered... Ilia tReki: ::coughs at tr'Prisoner:: Ilia tReki: Ael tVecj: I'd like you to go back down to Medical, provide some extra help to the guards. Whether they're dangerous or not.. I dont want to take any risks. Ael tVecj: Now when we're this close. tRhelae: Ael tVecj: ((KYele, on the b...hwaveyiir?)) KYele trWoodlock: ((Yep.)) E trSaal: Malor Savk: ::nods and bows:: Ie tRhelae: As long as necessary... Ael tVecj: ((Malor)) GKhr ArmGo: < ::turns about: TrIsmail: (inner mind of Telar) Why is it so dark? and my head! Ack that hurts ... Ilia tReki: Ael tVecj: ((Aefvadh Eirl!)) Malor Savk: ::exits to TL:: Eirl tKaen: Lera tResan: KYele trWoodlock: ((Jolan tru, Eirl!)) TrIsmail: ((Jolan Tru Eirl! :) )) E trSaal: <::waves to Eirl::> Eirl tKaen: <::huggles Lera, grabs the cookie::> Malor Savk: ::wonders about the three prisoners:: Ael tVecj: ((afkfas)) tRhelae: ::sitting and staring infuriated at the grey wall:: GKhr ArmGo: <> KYele trWoodlock: ::stares moodily at the viewscreen, thinking about their prisoners:: Ael tVecj: < Ilia tReki: ::gets an idea:: Say.. guard.. Malor Savk: ::walks to the brig:: Ilia tReki: ::glances over as the door opens:: ... nevermind. ::sits back on her two-inch wide bench:: E trSaal: ::shifts his weight restlessly from foot to foot:: GKhr ArmGo: <> Malor Savk: ::enters brig:: Lera tResan: GKhr ArmGo: < ::listening:: tRhelae: ::looks up:: Malor Savk: ::looks at Lera:: Jolan Tru, how are our guests. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) Now a mist and ... I can see more clearly ... what am I doing here in Med? GKhr ArmGo: <<::looks at the guard:: Looks like a Lera to me!>> Lera tResan: Lera tResan: Guard-type person ----> They're fine. tRhelae: ::stands:: Malor Savk: Will you pull up the cell activity report for the last hour. Lera tResan: Guard-type person ----> ::does so:: E trSaal: GKhr ArmGo: <> Malor Savk: ::Turns to cell block and walks to field:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::hears commotion outside:: E trSaal: TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) and where is everyone? Elements! I'm alone! And ... if only I could see something Lera tResan: GKhr ArmGo: <> GKhr ArmGo: :) TrIsmail: like a corridor ... everything is so ... white, like an Earthly Antarctic 'whiteout' ... E trSaal: Ilia tReki: KYele trWoodlock: Elements, someone find Telar. We might need him if the Khellian manages to detect us. Malor Savk: ::looks at three prisoners:: Our time together is rapidly coming to a end. Do any one of you have anything to add about the conflict on the station?. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) I'll trust my instincts ... let's see, I'll set out ... that way. ::walks, sees corridor materialize TrIsmail: as though out of nowehere:: E trSaal: ::decides he's probably dismissed, heads off for Medlab:: tRhelae: ::quietly:: Na. GKhr ArmGo: < ::glares at Savk:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::considering ways to yy'a the guard:: Lera tResan: <::maybe the prisoners should get LeraCookiesª:: TrIsmail: ((btw folks Telar's mind is rebelling against "Seda" the Pod person)) GKhr ArmGo: << ::is on a food strike::>> Malor Savk: ::looks at tRhelae:: Is what you are hiding worth the abandoment it might make you face? E trSaal: ::arrives in medlab, begins checking his medicine stores:: tRhelae: Surely you know the meaning of honor. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) Looks like a good sign ... at least I know I'm walking *somewhere* ... maybe to KYele trWoodlock: ::wonders if someone is going to find Telar like he ordered:: TrIsmail: the hwaveyiir and talk to the Enarrain? Ael tVecj: ((still afk...)) KYele trWoodlock: ::stands and heads to the lift:: Brig. Malor Savk: ::smirks:: I believe in the meaning of honor there is referance to truth. One that is not honest has no honor. E trSaal: ::refills a few sedative hypos:: GKhr ArmGo: What does mnhei'sahe say about the imprisonment of subjects of the Empire for na reason at quii?? TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::hears a voice, Ael's, telling him to 'fight' ... wonders against whom or what?:: Malor Savk: ::spreads hands:: But then again, what do I know. I haven't spent as much time with the Klingons as let's say.....you, maybe? E trSaal: ::creates a small time machine out of a particle accellerator, a rubber band, and a packet of instand breakfast mix:: tRhelae: ::feels hot blood rushing into her face:: KYele trWoodlock: The mnhei'sahe says nothing against imprisoning conspirators. ::stands in the doorway to the brig:: Ilia tReki: ::raises her eyebrows:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::keeps his thought silent about Savk's parentage:: Malor Savk: We have just cause. The was a attack that we where investigating. KYele trWoodlock: And though I don't personally think you're all conspirators.. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) This is insanity ... no, wait, if I can think of such a term ... I *can't* be insane ... E trSaal: Ilia tReki: GKhr ArmGo: < And that is cause to imrpison those na responsible? Veruul. tRhelae: ::arches a brow at KYele:: Ilia tReki: KYele trWoodlock: You've done nothing to dissuade me that opinion. E trSaal: Malor Savk: In fact, you have been quite reluctant to help us... TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::hears more voices from crew, all urging him to 'fight', still wondering what it TrIsmail: all means:: E trSaal: KYele trWoodlock: I offered you all the chance to assisst my crew. You, instead, decided to try to attack me. Lera tResan: KYele trWoodlock: Until you earn our trust, you will remain in the brig.. GKhr ArmGo: < ::crosses arms:: Would au na be.. reluctant, if those asking for help did so first by assaulting and imprisoning au? KYele trWoodlock: And if you ARE planning to earn our trust, you have.. about seventy siurena. Malor Savk: We know someone on that station help the attackers. E trSaal: <::huggles back::> KYele trWoodlock: We did not assault you.. we saved you from certain death at the hands of the Khellian's new 'crew'. GKhr ArmGo: < Indeed. If au know so much, then how come au need our help? Malor Savk: and we also know it was either one or all of you ::points the the three:: KYele trWoodlock: Then we put you under low security in our cargo bay. KYele trWoodlock: AFTER giving you medical attention. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::reaches a junction:: Which way? Forward, left, right? ::ponders situation and KYele trWoodlock: And you repaid us by trying to stage a little mutiny. TrIsmail: elects to go forward, voices begin to fade:: tRhelae: If I were to step forward and say I am responsible, you would then believe that was the truth? KYele trWoodlock: ::coughs and whispers to Malor:: We.. know who it was, Malor.. KYele trWoodlock: We most certainly would not. GKhr ArmGo: < ::unconvinced:: tRhelae: ::crosses arms:: Then tell me, what is the truth you will believe? E trSaal: ::looks at his time machine, and decides it opens up too many paradoxes, so he dismantles it, and uses the parts to make a cappucinno maker:: TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) All right, back. This time ... to the right. ::walks to junction, starts walking in that TrIsmail: direction, voices fade again:: GKhr ArmGo: < Then au will answer for our deaths. Au and au families will answer.. to the Elements, if na the Praetorate. KYele trWoodlock: ::chuckles:: Well, we have it from your own Enarrain's log that he was the one.. KYele trWoodlock: Don't judge him too harshly, though.. if you wish to know the whole story, I can give you the logs that we found in his name. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::sighs:: All right. I'll turn around and see if that gets me anywhere ... ::does so, tRhelae: ::suppresses a smirk:: Malor Savk: ::nods to Kyele:: KYele trWoodlock: ((Mmm.. nothing like paradoxes over a good cappucinno..)) GKhr ArmGo: < If au know who did this, then the continued imprisonment of us is contra mnhei'sahe. ::spits at him:: May the Elements take au hides to the grave and beyond:: Malor Savk: ::glares at tRhelae:: TrIsmail: notices voices are rather pleasant tr'chit-tr'chat now, getting stronger, doors come into view:: KYele trWoodlock: ::raises an eyebrow:: KYele trWoodlock: You don't seem to remember an hour ago. KYele trWoodlock: I came to you and offered to release you all. KYele trWoodlock: You attacked me and my crew. GKhr ArmGo: < I will yy'a knowing I did the right thing. KYele trWoodlock: THAT is the only reason why you are in prison. GKhr ArmGo: < Au wrongfuly imprisoned us, and au know it. Malor Savk: ::rolls eyes:: TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::steps up to doors, doors open, sees crewmates inside a barroom, drinking Lera tResan: <:::hands Malor's eyes back to him::> KYele trWoodlock: ::raises an eyebrow:: Think what you wish.. I hate to burst your bubble, but you are not going to yy'a any time soon. GKhr ArmGo: < ::smirks:: And that cage au had us is, with a guard, was na imprisonment? TrIsmail: and laughing ... they notice him and suddenly all rush towards him, Lera giving him his first Malor Savk: <::whispers "thank you:: and pops them back in::> KYele trWoodlock: No, it was a cargo bay. The guards were posted for your own safety. TrIsmail: big sqwishy hug ... hug after hug after hug ... as though to celebrate the return of some tRhelae: Be so kind as to reveal your intentions for us. GKhr ArmGo: < With Ie'yakks?? Au lie and continue to dishonor au name. TrIsmail: ]sort of hero, which doesn't make sense:: KYele trWoodlock: Fortunately for me, my family doesn't have much of a name to dishonor. In any case, yes, with ie'yakks. KYele trWoodlock: Have you noticed how all of my crew carries one? tRhelae: ::gingerly taps the force field idly, as a test:: KYele trWoodlock: It's part of the uniform. Ael tVecj: ((back)) KYele trWoodlock: ::sighs:: You never even tried to earn our trust, and in that, you lost it. Malor Savk: ::his turn to smirk:: Ael tVecj: +KYele+ Location? Ael tVecj: ::suddenly disturbed that her hwaveyiir is deserted:: KYele trWoodlock: I apologize to you, but this is how it has to be. Be prepared to go planetside in.. ::glances at his chrono:: 60 siurena. GKhr ArmGo: < Ie, I have. Paranoia beyond reason. Or mutual suspicion. Uniform? To hold the ieyakk at port-arms? Trust is mutual. By posting guards over civilians, who au had to know had na arms at quii, au were the first to show na trust. Ael tVecj: +Anyone+? KYele trWoodlock: +Ael+ The brig, Enarrain. I have Erein tr'Ghost in charge of the hwaveyiir.. there was more pressing business here. Ael tVecj: ::wondering what C'eryl put in that tea:: Ilia tReki: If you had just escaped from a death camp and were suddenly in a new prison, how would you react...? And would you take the first words of trust that your captors offered you? KYele trWoodlock: ::blinks:: Ael tVecj: +KYele+ Are you in need of assistance? KYele trWoodlock: There are no civilians here, Erein. TrIsmail: (mind of Telar) ::to self:: This can't be a holiday, we're on a mission ... that craft ... the ... the ... TrIsmail: POD??? KYele trWoodlock: +Ael+ Na, Enarrain. KYele trWoodlock: In any case, this was never a prison until you attacked my crew. TrIsmail: (as Telar) ::wakes and tries to sit, feels headache, screams:: Ael tVecj: +KYele+ Have we managed to find Telar? GKhr ArmGo: < Keep au lies to auself. KYele trWoodlock: And all of your friends will have to suffer because of what you did. May the Elements forgive you that. Ilia tReki: ::raises her eyebrows at the rather weak answer:: KYele trWoodlock: +Ael+ Na, Enarrain.. I gave an order to find him.. unfortunately, it was to an empty hwaveyiir. Ilia tReki: Forgive the instincts they imparted. May they find it in their power. GKhr ArmGo: < Suffer at the hands of those who inflict such suffering? Au are the io who will have much to answer for. Ael tVecj: +KYele+ I see. Ael tVecj: ::wonders if anyone's bothered looking his quarters:: TrIsmail: ::blinks, looks up at K'Yele:: W-what happened? Ilia tReki: ::glares at tr'Woodlock and tr'Savk:: KYele trWoodlock: ::sighs:: I will give you all one last chance. Ael tVecj: ::nods to tr'Ghost and enters a TL:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::sits down, wondering what the point would be... he already said he would na believe anything they told him:: tRhelae: ::stares blankly into the distance:: KYele trWoodlock: If you agree to HELP my crew defeat our mutual enemy.. TrIsmail: A last chance ... for what? KYele trWoodlock: Then you'll be free. Ael tVecj: +Eton+ Meet me at barracks 4, bring a medkit... KYele trWoodlock: ((Telar, I'm in the brig.)) KYele trWoodlock: ((Talking to our 'guests'.)) TrIsmail: ::so am I:: tRhelae: And that help would include what? KYele trWoodlock: ((Hmm? Since when..?)) GKhr ArmGo: < ::says nothing, noting that KYele's version of Free is "Guarded in the cargobay" - still a cage:: E trSaal: +Ael+ Ie, rekkhai. E trSaal: ::grabs a medkit and exits Medlab:: KYele trWoodlock: We don't know yet. We are heading to ch'Rihan to find out the current situation. TrIsmail: ((Telar's mind rebelled against 'Seda' and he's back to his unpossessed self)) Ael tVecj: ::rests her palm on her disruptor, wondering about the quietness of this section of the ship:: KYele trWoodlock: If nothing is wrong there, we can drop you off. If something is going on, we can use all the help we can get. Ael tVecj: ::finds Telar's quarters:: tRhelae: ::turns her back to the forcefield and whispers to the other two:: If they put us planetside, we will have no chance... Malor Savk: +Eton+ We have Telar in the brig. I believe he needs medical attention. E trSaal: ::enters the barracks, stands at attention faciung whoever is highest ranking:: TrIsmail: ::groans:: My ... head ... KYele trWoodlock: ::blinks and stares at t'Rhelae:: Come again? E trSaal: +Malor+ t'Vejc just told me to go to Barracks 5...is it a priority? GKhr ArmGo: ::mutters back, his back also to the forcefield:: Agreed. I trust this pompous veruul na farther than a child can throw him:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::ignore s KYele:: TrIsmail: ::looks about:: how in ariennye did I get here? and who are these? Malor Savk: +Eton+ I believe so. He looks Bad... Ael tVecj: ::enters Telar's quarters:: Lights. tRhelae: ::turns back to face KYele:: We agree. E trSaal: +Ie+ TrIsmail: ::slides away from the others:: Malor Savk: ::guides Telar to bence in guards office:: E trSaal: ::runs to the brig:: KYele trWoodlock: ::stares at t'Rhelae:: Good. Malor Savk: This way.. Ael tVecj: ::gazes around...sees many disturbing things, but not the Tactical officer:: Ael tVecj: +Eton+ Belay the order, he's not here. TrIsmail: Hann'yyo, Malor ... my HEAD! E trSaal: ::enters, in a hurry:: What's the situation? E trSaal: +Ael tRhelae: ::arches a brow:: E trSaal: + ie, rekkhai GKhr ArmGo: < ::continues to glower:: KYele trWoodlock: You all have our trust.. but know this, you betray your own honor if you betray us now. KYele trWoodlock: Give me your word you will NOT do anything against us. Malor Savk: +Ale+ We have Telar in the brig, rekkhai. GKhr ArmGo: < ::looks to Rhelae:: Ael tVecj: Ael tVecj: +Malor+ Acknowledged. tRhelae: ::glance sidelong at tr'Crim'in'Ul:: Ilia tReki: ::mumbles to herself:: Nothing without due cause, as always... Ael tVecj: ::heads for the nearest 'lift:: Malor Savk: +Ael+ I have asked medical to report here. TrIsmail: I was ... walking through the ship ... was I possessed? Ilia tReki: ::quite under her breath:: Malor Savk: ::looks at Telar:: You ok? E trSaal: ::walks to Telar, looks him over:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::nods, seeing no choice in the "choice given them":: Ael tVecj: +Malor+ Always two steps ahead of me, Arrain...Hann'yyo. E trSaal: <::presumes someone will tell him what he sees::> Ilia tReki: ::turns her eyes to t'Rhelae:: KYele trWoodlock: Well? Ael tVecj: ((is everyone in the brig now?)) TrIsmail: ::shakes head:: Maybe later but I feel like absolute Arinnye now ... Malor Savk: tRhelae: ::glances to the other side at Ilia:: Ael tVecj: ::exits the TL and strides importantly into the brig:: tRhelae: We give our word. KYele trWoodlock: ((Y'know, guys.. this planet isn't some desert wasteland where you'll have nothing but the clothes on your back..)) KYele trWoodlock: ((You could easily survive months, years if necessary, on this planet.)) TrIsmail: ::mumbles:: the Empire knows I gave MY word ... E trSaal: <::waits::> Ilia tReki: KYele trWoodlock: ::nods to t'Rhelae:: Good. tRhelae: ((Oh, fun!)) KYele trWoodlock: ::taps a console to lower the force field:: Malor Savk: ::turns to Ael:: Enarrain, in here...::points into office:: KYele trWoodlock: ((When did I say otherwise?!)) KYele trWoodlock: ((In fact, yesterday I said we'd drop you on a hospitable planet with ample supplies.)) KYele trWoodlock: ((Err. Last week.)) Ilia tReki: TrIsmail: ::glimpses Ael out of a corner of his eyes, smiles wanly to self, sighs:: KYele trWoodlock: ((Sorry, mind's in 'sim mode'.)) GKhr ArmGo: <> Ael tVecj: ::nods to Malor and moves past him into the office:: tRhelae: ((Yes, but how can we destroy the ship from there, hm?)) KYele trWoodlock: ((Ay, there's the rub.)) Ael tVecj: :::sees Telar flat on his back, groaning, and Eton, standing over him:: tRhelae: ((::evil laugh::)) Malor Savk: ::walks up beside Kyele:: Ilia tReki: ::taps where the forcefield used to be::expressionless:: E trSaal: <::is still waiting to find out what is wrong with Tellar:: TrIsmail: Jolan ... Tru, Ihhei ... rha mnekha ... to see au .... ::coughs:: again. ::manages a thin smile:: KYele trWoodlock: ::coughs:: Well? Are you just going to stand there in the brig, or are you going to come with me to the cargo bay? GKhr ArmGo: ::rises, refusing to look at him:: GKhr ArmGo: < tRhelae: ::steps up:: Ael tVecj: Ilia tReki: ::crosses the threshhold::falls in beside her comrades:: TrIsmail: (my mind was rebelling against the Alien) KYele trWoodlock: ::exits the brig:: E trSaal: GKhr ArmGo: < ::Falls in:: E trSaal: ::kneels next to him:: How are you feeling? TrIsmail: (you'll get a detailed report later, Eton :) ) Ilia tReki: ::highly uncomfortable:: KYele trWoodlock: ::gets to the cargo bay and opens the door:: TrIsmail: Awful ... my head hurts ... Malor Savk: :;waits for the three to exit and follows behind, watching real close. Ael tVecj: <3 minute warning> Ael tVecj: ::kneels next to Telar::: Erein... KYele trWoodlock: ::nods the guards off and turns to the gathered Ereins inside:: Let's go see the quartermaster.. you all look like you could use new uniforms and barracks. TrIsmail: Ie, Ihhei? Ilia tReki: ::glances over her shoulder at tr'Savk, noting that he isn't helping her get very comfortable:: tRhelae: ::looks about quickly:: E trSaal: ::::gives Telar amninjection to sooth him somewhat:: Ael tVecj: How are you feeling? GKhr ArmGo: < ::jumps the guard in front of him and yells to his comrades:: Hnah!! KYele trWoodlock: Malor, Telar is infirm. KYele trWoodlock: Go to the hwaveyiir and take over for the Erein there.. if the Khellian comes back, we need someone who knows tactical. TrIsmail: A bit ... better now thanks to Eton ... but on the whole, like I've been to Ariennye and back. Ilia tReki: ::drops and dives for tr'Savk's knees:: KYele trWoodlock: ::turns and stares at tr'Crim'in'Ul:: GKhr ArmGo: < ::runs from the group, hoping the others follow:: Ael tVecj: ::nods:: KYele trWoodlock: ::casually blocks his path in the corridor:: Ael tVecj: I expect a detailed report...when you're feeling up to it. GKhr ArmGo: ::already down the corridor:: E trSaal: ::scans his onobtrusively, checking him for shock:: GKhr ArmGo: < KYele trWoodlock: And you spoke to me of Mn'hei'sahe. Ael tVecj: Any information...even mythical... will be important. Malor Savk: ::kicks Ilia:: tRhelae: ::turns and leaps at KYele:: TrIsmail: Oh, ie Ihhei ... how is the crew? KYele trWoodlock: ::sidesteps against the wall, wishing the corridor wasn't so narrow:: Ael tVecj: ::hears thuds:: I'm not sure. Ilia tReki: ::sighs from the ground::kicked::grunts loudly:: Ilia tReki: ::grabs his foot and yanks it hard:: Malor Savk: :falls back losing balance:: Ilia tReki: ::pushes herself up:: KYele trWoodlock: Ettreh, beam Erein tr'Crim'in'Ul to the brig and raise the forcefields. tRhelae: ::rolls and runs down the corridor:: GKhr ArmGo: ::finds a lift, takes it down into the bowels of the ship:: Malor Savk: ::grabs for disruptor:: Ilia tReki: ::glares at him, holding her ribs::runs after the others:: TrIsmail: ::almost passes out:: Malor Savk: ::holds it on Ilia:: Ilia tReki: ::glances at the disruptor::makes her path a bit varied:: Malor Savk: Stop!!! KYele trWoodlock: ::sighs:: Etrehh, repeat last command for Erein Seda and t'Rhelae, as well. Malor Savk: ::fires close to her feet:: GKhr ArmGo: ::changes directions suddenly:: Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ael tVecj: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ilia tReki: ::winces at the heat:: KYele trWoodlock: Ahem, guys, shimmer time. TrIsmail: ::paused::