Host Tim says:
<<<Resume Mission, 10201.13>>>

Bob says:
::In ME, praying that nothing breaks::

Host Doc says:
::in the 'big' chair::

Pam says:
::sits at the helm still trying to figure all the controls out::

Isabelle says:
::at SCI 2, trying to get a new sensor reading::

kate says:
::Makes her way back to the bridge::

Robert says:
::suddenly gets an idea::

Host Doc says:
Pam: Ok..are we on track to meet up with the Klingon ship?

Brett says:
::Returning to the Bridge after prowling around the ship, seeing if anyone else was aboard, inspecting Sickbay, and generally being nosy.::

Mauro says:
::at SCI 1, having fun working on his "console"::

Robert says:
Kate: take over tactical

Pam says:
Doc: I think so. The display says so.

Robert says:
::heads for turbolift::

Isabelle says:
Mauro: I am less lost, though I don't feel like I am as good as Amelia is. ::sighs:: Now... if I can get some new readings.

Host Doc says:
Pam: Alright....Pam, do you think this is all a dream?

kate says:
::Stumbles out of the TL and heads for the Tac station::

Pam says:
Doc: If it is, wake me up fast!

Mauro says:
::grins::  Izzy:  Ah, don't worry... we'll never be that good...  not without training. ::taps, trying to learn a bit more::

Brett says:
::Is much happier with the Uniform he had the computer replicate than the much too large clothing Turok wore.  Enters the lift for the bridge::

Host Doc says:
Pam: I tried but, so far, no luck.

kate says:
::Nods to the Rob as she passes him and gets to the Tac station::

Robert says:
::enters the tl:: Computer: Take this turbolift to the deck that the Klingon cargo is in.

Mauro says:
Pam:  Wake you up???  I'm having so much fun!!!

Pam says:
::laughs at Doc::

Isabelle says:
Mauro: One thing for sure, my Army training never prepared me for this. ::checks her console::

Mauro says:
Doc:  Oh, come on Doc, aren't you having fun with this?

Pam says:
Mauro: It is kind of fun Mauro, but scary too.

Mauro says:
Pam:  Indeed.

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Sure...but I don' want to die in my dream...that can be bad.

Isabelle says:
Doc: The 5 ships we had earlier are on the edge of the sensors. I think long range sensors.... mmm... yes.

kate says:
::Logs on to her consol like the manual said to do::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: TURBOLIFT TAKES ROB TO CARGO HOLD ON DECK 22

Mauro says:
Doc:  Don't worry... if this is a dream, we should wake up soon before we get killed. ::grins::

Brett says:
::Arrives on the bridge and sees everyone working furiously.  Notes that they are all at least acting like they know what they're doing.::

Pam says:
::wonders if they have any music on this console::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: I hope you are right. ::smiles back::

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Get killed? I don't like the sound of that.

kate says:
::Wonders where Rob went to in such a hurry::

Robert says:
::exits the tl:: Computer: What deck is this.  And please direct via visual display to the cargo.

Mauro says:
Doc/Izzy:  As long as I remember, if they are at the edge of sensors range, it means 17 light years...  I guess.

kate says:
Computer: where is rob...The CTO?

Robert says:
*Bob* I could use your help.  Just ask the computer to give you directions to my location.

Bob says:
::just about has the control system set up to hopefully run things if it drops in the pot or something brakes::

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: What do you have on sensors?

Bob says:
*Rob* OK, I am about done here... headed to your location, give me a minute.

Brett says:
Doc: So, on our way to meet the Klingons huh?

Mauro says:
Pam:  Ah, not to worry about.  I'm just going with the wind. ::smiles::

Bob says:
::heads to TL::

Pam says:
::watched the console display still wondering what those blips are::

Host Doc says:
Brett: It seems like it...that should be fun

Host Computer says:
Krag: You are on deck 22... ::arrows show way to cargo hold::

Bob says:
<TL>: Take me to the deck the CTO is on.

Isabelle says:
Doc: Nothing. Those ships are at the edge of the readings. The rest is normal space things, I guess normal. Well, if they weren't normal my console would tell me, right?

kate says:
::Gives up on waiting for the computer, and runs some "test" on phasers and so on::

Robert says:
::follows the arrows::*Bob* Ok I am on deck 22.

Mauro says:
Doc:  Doc, don't you think we should put our uniforms?  Since we're going to meet those Klingons.

Host Computer says:
TO: CTO is on deck 22.

Robert says:
Computer: Please leave the arrows up for the CEO.

Robert says:
*Bob* Ohh and just follow the yellow arrows.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: ARROWS REMAIN FLASHING

Isabelle says:
Doc/Mauro: I think Mauro is right. If we want to survive longer, we should be dressed properly.

Host Doc says:
Mauro: I guess...if you can find one that fits

Brett says:
Doc: ::Nods gravely::  Uh huh.  I might suggest that we all get ourselves squared away before we see them.  If they detect any weakness on our part, they may try to take the ship.  Allies or not.

Bob says:
::ends up on deck 22 a few moments later, steps out and asks computer for directions to CTO... follows the lights on the passageway wall display::

Bob says:
*Rob* I'm on it, be there in a second.

Robert says:
::arrives at the cargo bay::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Not sure I can fit into Doc's.  He is a bit larger than I.

Mauro says:
Doc:  If we're playing our characters, perhaps in our quarters.  ::stands::  Eeerr... with your excuse, captain.

Pam says:
Computer: How far away are we from where we're supposed to be?

kate says:
::Jumps as the computer finally speaks:: Computer: Don't do that.... *ROB* What are you doing?

Brett says:
Doc: Going to be hard enough figuring out how to explain why we are short about 740 people.

Robert says:
::can hear bob both on the com and in the hall turns and spots him::

Bob says:
:;enters the cargo bay:: Rob: What's going on?

Robert says:
*Kate* Cargo inspection; man tac.

Robert says:
Bob: i want to look at this cargo we hauling

Isabelle says:
Doc: Indeed, I am not sure I will even fit in Adrel's. Well, I guess we could tell them that we are wearing the new SF uniforms? ::grins::

Host Computer says:
FCO: Distance to rendezvous coordinates is 17 light years.

Host Doc says:
Brett: Well, will say most were on shore leave and could not be recalled because they sent us out in an emergency

Robert says:
::enters his access codes and waits for the cargo bay door to open::

Mauro says:
Izzy:  I'll find my quarters and try to find my uniform.

kate says:
*Robert* Understood...

Pam says:
Computer: Thanks.

Mauro says:
::heads to the TL::

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Okay, I will stay here in case the console blinks or something.

Pam says:
Doc: The computer says we're 17 light years away from the rendezvous.

kate says:
::Looks at the threat board, looking for anything out of the ordinary::

Mauro says:
::answers to Izzy::  Izzy:  When I get back, it's your turn. ::smiles and enters TL::

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: If you cannot find out that fits, use that excuse.  Should work. ::smiles::

Robert says:
::looks around the cargo hold and see only one box...silver:: Bob: Those that look normal to you?

Isabelle says:
::sighs:: Self: Yay, labyrinth time for me!

Brett says:
Doc: I suppose we'll be alright.  No self respecting Klingon would want this old tub anyway.  And, with only eight of us here there wouldn't be much glory in defeating us.

Bob says:
Rob: Ok, what case, box, whatever is it in?  And I don't know if we should open it or not... the Klingons might get PO'd if they see we have opened it... let me see if a tricorder is in here.. and then see if I can figure out how to work it.

Isabelle says:
::performs another sensor scan since it is the only thing she knows how to do::

Mauro says:
TL: Deck 3. ::"that's all I know", thinks::

Host Doc says:
Brett: Well, less is better this time around. ::smiles::

Robert says:
Bob: But when have you ever heard of a cargo bay with only on box in it?

kate says:
Doc: Just an update, there is nothing, I mean no other ships on the threat board..

Host Doc says:
Kate: Thanks...keep an watch over it in case

Mauro says:
::arrives on deck 3, steps into it:: Computer:  Arrows towards Lieutenant Commander MacLeod's quarters.

Pam says:
Brett: How are you eyes since you got them operated on?

Bob says:
:;finds a tricorder in a wall storage compartment:; Rob: maybe the cargo needs to be segregated... or maybe its hazardous... heck, I don't know what their storage regs or requirements are. ::frowns::

Brett says:
::Hangs around and watches the others.::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: LIGHTS FLASH ON BULKHEAD SHOWING WAY TO CSO'S QUARTERS

Mauro says:
::follows the arrows::  Self: Great!  I'm getting into it...  ::smiles::

Robert says:
Computer: where is all the other cargo?

Bob says:
Rob: Doesn't look like your standard box from the show, tho

Host Computer says:
CTO: There is no other cargo.

Isabelle says:
Doc: Is there something special I should be doing? I am no Amelia but I guess I could try some things?

Robert says:
Bob: and with force fields I’ve never seen them segregate cargo.

Pam says:
::wonders why Brett is ignoring her::

Robert says:
Computer: So there is no cargo in the other cargo bays?

Bob says:
Rob: Not that we have seen a lot of cargo operations...

kate says:
::Tries a few things she learned  with running test starting again with phasers::

Mauro says:
::steps into his quarters and quickly looks for the closet::

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: Well, continue scans and runs a few diagnostics...if you can

Isabelle says:
Doc: Scans I can, diagnostics of the scientific stuff? mmm... I'll try.

Brett says:
Pam: Oh, sorry, I guess not too well huh?  ::Chuckles::  They're fine.

Mauro says:
::finds it, opens and sees a couple of uniforms in it::  Self:  Cool!!!!  I'll wear a SF uniform!!!

Pam says:
Brett: Glad to hear it. You look great without glasses.

Bob says:
::scans the box with the tricorder... trying to figure out how to get the stupid thing to work::

Robert says:
Bob: still sounds fishy to me.  Be like Pittsburgh with out the fountain at point

Mauro says:
::puts it on, and looks at the mirror::  Self:  It's so cool! ::leaves the quarters back to the TL::

Host Doc says:
All: I will be in my Ready Room.  Let me know when we reach the Klingons

Brett says:
Pam: Well thank you.  You're not gonna start growling at me are you?  ::Grins::

Robert says:
::steps closer to the box::

Isabelle says:
Doc: I had an idea on those uniforms. Can't the replicators make us some if we give the proper measurements?

Host Doc says:
::gets up and heads for the RR::

Brett says:
Doc: When you feel the ship get hit, we're there.  ::Wiggles his eyebrows::

Bob says:
Rob: This whole thing sounds fishy to me....  but I am professionally paranoid

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: I would hope so...give it a try ::grins::

Robert says:
Bob: must be a Pittsburgher thing.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: BOB'S TRICORDER LIGHTS UP... BUT DOES HE KNOW HOW TO READ IT?

Pam says:
Brett: Oh just once more for old times sake. ::smiles:: Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

Isabelle says:
::nods to Doc and looks around::

Host Doc says:
::enters the RR and looks around::

Mauro says:
::taps the commbadge on his uniform:: *Doc*  I got a uniform.  I'm getting back to the bridge... sir. ::smiles::

Robert says:
bob: what the thing made out of?

Isabelle says:
All: Anybody know where I could find a replicator?

Pam says:
::turns back and taps on the console to see if they can go faster::

Host Doc says:
::sees models of a Excelsior Class and Steamrunner Class starships::  Self: Cool...

Brett says:
::Smiles at Pam and sits in the CO's seat.  (Hey, no one else was moving toward it.) ::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GYPHON BANKS HARD TO STARBOARD

Mauro says:
::steps onto the bridge, dressing his uniform::

Bob says:
Rob: Well, this thing is telling me something....  what it's telling me I am not sure. I THINK I have a readout of the box's exterior constituents.. looks like a list of materials and percentages... let's see..

Brett says:
::Grabs the armrest and curses Starfleet for never putting in seatbelts::

Host Doc says:
::looks at each carefully and feels ship turn hard:: Self; What the...

Pam says:
::grabs her console:: All: Oops! Sorry all.

Isabelle says:
::tries to steady herself not to fall::

Mauro says:
::holds on a console:: Self:  Huh??

kate says:
::Works hard at her console humming some, to pass the time::

Mauro says:
Pam:  What happened?

Bob says:
Rob: Well, the box is a tritanium structure with some sort of plastic cladding... at least, I think its plastic... lots of hydrocarbons

Pam says:
All: I guess that was the wrong button.

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Wow... a uniform? I had an idea to replicate me one since I will never get into Adrel's uniform. Do you have an idea where I could find a replicator?

Robert says:
::feels the deck shift and tries to hold his balance like he those on the PAT bus::

Brett says:
Pam: You think?  Make a note of it though in case we need to actually do that some time.

Host Doc says:
::sees writing on each ship::  Self: USS Gryphon.....USS Quirinus.  Ok, I remember now.  ::sets them down and goes to desk::

Robert says:
Bob: Any idea what kind of lock?

kate says:
::Feels the ship turn some, and thinks Pam drives just like her::

Mauro says:
Izzy:  I know we have one at the conference room.

Pam says:
Brett: Good idea Brett.

Bob says:
::easily adjusts to the ship's movement.. a piece of cake after riding in a submarine on the surface of the Atlantic in mid-winter::

Mauro says:
::heads towards the captain's RR::

Host Doc says:
::sits and looks over pictures and such::

Isabelle says:
::whispers:: Mauro: And where is that room? I know I should have paid more attention to the ST series and movies.

Mauro says:
::looks for the chimes::

Robert says:
*Bridge* Could you folks learn how to drive this thing please?

Mauro says:
Izzy:  Ask the computer to arrow up the way to you.  That's how I did to find Mackie's quarters.

Bob says:
Rob: Hold on, I think I just about have this thing figured out....  ::moves closer to box and attempts to scan what looks like the lock::

Brett says:
Pam: You might consider trying to convince the computer to configure your console with more simplified controls.  Arrows, a throttle and so forth.

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Okay, thanks.

Host Doc says:
::hears chimes::  Come on in...

Pam says:
::hears a voice in the air:: Self: Always a critic.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: AS BOB APPROACHES BOX IT THE LOCK GLOWS GREEN

Robert says:
Computer: What are the listed contents of the box?

Isabelle says:
::walks back to her console:: Computer: Arrow up the way from here to the closest replicator.

Host Computer says:
CTO: Unknown.

Bob says:
::stops when he sees the green light::

Mauro says:
::steps into RR::  Doc:  Well, I got one for me.

Edward says:
::at his quarters::

Pam says:
Brett: Another great idea, thanks.

Brett says:
::Looks at the little display on the Captain's chair and can't make heads or tails of it.::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Looks nice...Fits you good.

Bob says:
::tricorder beeps and new text scrolls onto the screen::

Robert says:
::pulls out his phaser::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: LIGHTS FLASH SHOWING IZZY THE WAY

Robert says:
bob: find anything

Isabelle says:
::looks at the lights and tries to remember it. Then goes up and start walking::

Pam says:
Computer: Can you show me a display showing a compass?

Mauro says:
::smiles::  Doc:  Thanks.  Izzy is looking for a replicator, she'll try to replicate one for her.  You should do the same.  As captain, you need an uniform.... sir. ::smiles::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Hey, I wonder…  ::opens drawer and sees bottle::  Well, a bit of whiskey with me.

Brett says:
Pam: I don't know if the computer can do that or if you have to, but it might help us in a pinch.  ::Smiles and tries the "Kirk lean" on the armrest.  (Carefully avoids the buttons)::

Bob says:
Rob: Ok... I THINK the lock on this thing is operated by sound.. maybe a voiceprint or codeword....

Host Computer says:
FCO: Please specify.

Pam says:
Computer: With arrows for left and right and up and down?

Host Doc says:
Mauro: I will in a bit.  Like one?  ::finds 2 glasses::

Robert says:
Bob: hmm

Robert says:
Box: OPEN.

Edward says:
::he dresses and gets ready::

Mauro says:
::giggles:: Doc:  Don't tell me... O'Mallory always have a bottle in the drawer? ::smiles::  Yes, please.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: SIMPLE DISPLAY APPEARS ON FCO CONSOLE SHOWING DIRECTIONS

Isabelle says:
Self: left, right, right ,left... mmm.. left again? ::gets mixed up::

Pam says:
Computer: Try this. What is our heading? ::hopes the computer knows::

Host Doc says:
::pours whiskey and hands one to Mauro::  Mauro: I guess so.  Well, here's to dreams.

Bob says:
Rob: The codeword or whatever is probably in either Klingonese or Ferengi.. do you speak either ?::chuckles::

Host Computer says:
FCO: Current heading is 72 mark 134.

Robert says:
bob: want try some C4 or maybe a phaser blast

kate says:
::Figures out the last of the controls:: Self: If I keep this up, I will know just as much as rob....excellent..

Pam says:
Self: Ah great, something I can understand.

Host Doc says:
::slams down whiskey::  Mauro: Well, I sure dream up good whiskey.

Robert says:
Bob: Krag speaks Klingon, unfortunately I do not.

Mauro says:
::picks up the glass and raises it:: Doc:  To dreams.  I'm having fun, indeed. ::sips it::

Bob says:
Rob: If you are going to shoot at the damn thing, wait until after I leave the compartment.. in case it blows up.

Mauro says:
::laughs::  Doc:  I believe!

Edward says:
::walks out of his quarters in order to go to the bridge::

Robert says:
Bob: What, afraid to die? Why, there’s no AGM around; we are safe.

Mauro says:
Doc:  Strong, huh? ::feels eyes tearing up::

Brett says:
Kate: Say, where's Rob and the rest of our happy band?

Pam says:
Doc: Hey Doc, the computer says we're on course 72 mark 134 if you know what that means.

Host Doc says:
::pours another and drinks it down::  Mauro: Mighty fine.  Doc has good taste.

Isabelle says:
Self: Got it! ::thinks of how she will have a uniform replicated::

Bob says:
::raises eyebrow (yes, he can do this in RL)::

Robert says:
::walks to the box and places his hand on the lock::

Bob says:
Rob: we have no character shields, either, Rob :;frowns::

Host Doc says:
::goes to replicator: Computer: One uniform...captain.

Edward says:
::takes the TL and orders it to go to the bridge::

Pam says:
::doesn't get an answer so turns around:: All: Hey where is Doc?

Isabelle says:
Replicator: Replicate an uniform, science officer, 5'7", 120 lbs.  ::hopes it works::

kate says:
Brett: not sure...left me alone a long time ago, something to do with the cargo bay..

Host Tim says:
ACTION: BOX GLOWS FIERCELY AS ROB TOUCHES IT

Bob says:
::heads for the door, discretion being the better part of valor::

Robert says:
::continues to hold his hand to the lock::

Host Doc says:
::sees uniform appear but is gold shirt with black pants.  Gold bands on sleeves::

Brett says:
Pam: That is a heading taken with respect to the Galactic core.  Doc's in his ready room.  72 is the "compass" heading and the mark number is elevation.  We're heading almost straight "up" from the galactic core and on a course of 72 degrees.

Bob says:
::stands by the door::

Host Computer says:
ADREL: Specify uniform type.

Pam says:
::shrugs and watches the screen in front of her::

Mauro says:
Doc:  What's wrong?

Host Doc says:
::shows Mauro: I guess I should have said what era  ::laughs::

Edward says:
::the TL doors open and he steps into the bridge::

Isabelle says:
Replicator: Type? Sciences? ::crosses her fingers::

Pam says:
Brett: How come you know so much?

Brett says:
Kate: Oh right, we're supposed to deliver that Cargo to the Klingons aren't we?

Host Tim says:
ACTION: A MALE SCIENCE OFFICER'S UNIFORM IS REPLICATED

kate says:
::Continues humming as she works::  Brett: think so....

Mauro says:
::laughs::  Doc:  Watch out, or you'll get an uniform from the 'Enterprise' series.

Robert says:
bob: where u running off?

Host Doc says:
::holds up uniform::  Mauro: I could look like an early Captain Kirk

Pam says:
::is pretty sure that Trish tells him::

Brett says:
Pam: (In his best Graham Chapman accent) You have to know these things when you're king.

Bob says:
Rob: Just standing over here in case it blows up on you... ever think there might be anti-tamper devices on it?

Edward says:
::sees all the action in the bridge and he walks to the ENG station::

Mauro says:
::looks at the uniform:: Doc:  Hhmmm...  maybe. ::smiles::

Brett says:
Kate: Hope he doesn't mess with it.

Pam says:
::giggles at Brett:: Brett: Ahuh.

Isabelle says:
::takes the uniform and looks at it than looks at herself wondering if it will fit::

Robert says:
Bob: nah beside.  Like I said there no AGM.   No AGM means we cannot die.

Host Doc says:
Computer: Uniform...current.  Captain rank...unless you have a Commodore one in there.  :;turns to Mauro::  Mauro: Well, since it is a dream.  Why not a promotion to Commodore?  ::smiles::

kate says:
Brett: He won’t, I’m the one that usually messes up. ::Smiles::

Bob says:
Rob: No AGM means that we can't miraculously have our asses saved from certain death... not that we can't die. How many characters actually die in the game?

Mauro says:
::laughs:: Doc:  You may have it, of course.  Perhaps I should ask for me a captain's as well. ::smiles::

Edward says:
::he sees everything is in order with the ENG station, but he also hears about the problem with the uniforms::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: UNIFORM IS REPLICATED FOR DOC..

kate says:
::Sees Ed at a eng station and debates calling him over::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Thought of an admiral, but too much paperwork

Brett says:
Kate: I wouldn't say that.  ::Grins::

Host Computer says:
CO: Commodore rank is no longer used in Starfleet.

kate says:
Brett: Explain...::Grins back::

Pam says:
::sits there getting bored::

Isabelle says:
Replicator: Please replicate Lt Commander ranks.

Host Doc says:
::picks up uniform and puts it on::  Mauro: Oh well, tried.

Edward says:
::hears Kate and get near her:: Kate: Hey, Kate. What's going on?

Mauro says:
::grins::  Doc:  I wouldn't be bothered with that. ::smiles::

Brett says:
Kate: Well, I haven't seen you screw up once in mission.  ::Stops cause that sounds strange considering where they are::  But I have seen Rob mess up more than once.  But don't tell him I said so.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: LCDR PIPS APPEAR FOR IZZY

Mauro says:
::stands::  Doc:  Well, I'll return to the bridge.  Have to learn some more from SCI console. ::smiles::

Isabelle says:
::takes the pips and tries to find an empty room to get into her uniform::

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Good luck.

Bob says:
Rob: Let me see if I can get the computer to scan the box with internal sensors.. I am not sure I am working this tricorder correctly. ::heads to wall console::

Mauro says:
Doc:  Are you coming now?  Who's in charge?

Robert says:
Bob: Ok ::removes his hand from the box::

kate says:
::Smiles back to Brett:: Ed: Hi.

Host Doc says:
::buttons on pips and heads out back onto Bridge::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GLOW DIMINISHES ON LOCK AS ROB MOVES HAND

Brett says:
Pam: How long till we meet the Klingons?  Or do you have any idea?

Pam says:
::checks the course on the display and looks at the first one they were on::

Host Doc says:
Pam: Distance and ETA to Klingon ship?

Mauro says:
::heads towards SCI 1 and takes his seat::

Bob says:
<Computer>: Scan the cargo container in this compartment with internal sensors. Report contents of container and locking mechanism of container.. report opening method if possible.

Isabelle says:
::finds a small empty dark room, ask for lights and sees a bunch of weird tubes and things. Decides to try the uniform on::

Edward says:
Kate: I had wake up right now, I still feel sleepy.

Host Tim says:
::The two courses Pam sees spread farther and farther apart::

Brett says:
::Kind of likes the chair and doesn't really want to move.::

Pam says:
Brett/Doc: Well I'm not exactly sure, the numbers aren't the same as they were.

Mauro says:
Self:  Okay, let's make this thing work... ::slowly taps, running a sensor scan on the area::

Host Computer says:
CEO: Scanning.

Robert says:
*Brett* You busy?

Bob says:
::waits for scan results::

Pam says:
Computer: Distance to the Klingon ship please.

Host Doc says:
Pam: Can you tell the computer to pinpoint the Klingon ship and fly us there?

Brett says:
Doc: We made a little turn a while ago.  I thought the computer would correct it.  Guess not huh?

kate says:
Ed: So what are you up to?

Pam says:
Doc: I'm asking it now.

Robert says:
Bob: I am going to get the other Klingon "expert" down here.

Host Computer says:
CEO: Box appears to contain a small amount of inert gas... lock is of vocal type

Brett says:
*Robert* I am being ousted from my proper seat of command so no, I am not busy.  What's up?

Host Doc says:
Brett: Well, I guess we have to help it a bit

Bob says:
Rob: Good idea.. I think.

Isabelle says:
::puts on the pips and heads back to the bridge with her normal clothes in her arms::

Mauro says:
::hears the conversation::

kate says:
*Rob* everything is clear up here, how are things at your end..

Host Computer says:
FCO: 13.75 light years.

Edward says:
Kate: I don't know right now

Bob says:
<Computer>: Do you have unlocking sequence for this container on file?

Robert says:
*Brett*: get down to deck 22.  Cargo bay.   if u need direction as the computer to show u arrow to my location.   We are trying to see what in this box

Pam says:
Doc: The computer says 13.75 light years now.

Mauro says:
Computer:  What are the coordinates to the rendezvous with the Klingon vessel?

Robert says:
Computer: what type of innert gas?

Host Doc says:
Pam: What is our current speed?  Still warp 8?

kate says:
Ed: That’s not good..

Pam says:
Doc: Yep. I know that.

Host Computer says:
CEO: That is unknown; seems to be a Klingon opera.

Isabelle says:
::enters the bridge::

Host Doc says:
Pam: Increase to warp 8.5

Edward says:
Kate: So tell me please what's going on?

Pam says:
Doc: Ok, Captain. ::smiles::

Brett says:
::Looks at Kate::  Kate: Told you so.

Robert says:
*Brett* and bring your Klingon opera collection.

kate says:
Ed: Not a clue,

Host Computer says:
CSO: 34.5 mark 20.

Bob says:
Rob: Inert means one of the Noble gases, most likely.. but that's strange. maybe an inert atmosphere to protect the contents.. with the contents shielded from scan. Why ship an empty box?

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Found one. I replicated the ranks too.

Brett says:
*Rob* Don't mess with the Klingon's stuff.  They might get cranky.

kate says:
Brett: Funny, right again. ::grins::

Pam says:
::looks for the warp control again and presses it::

Robert says:
*Kate* Fine.

Mauro says:
::looks at Izzy:: Izzy:  And that's very nice! ::smiles::

Bob says:
General: Klingon opera?  Greaaaat.  I hate Klingon opera.

kate says:
Ed: I’m just going along with it.

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: Can you contact the Klingon ship and tell them we will be there in a few hours?

Mauro says:
Computer:  Show me the course on SCI 1 screen.

Isabelle says:
Mauro: Thanks. ::puts her normal clothes under the console::

Edward says:
Kate: I guess, that we will find out what is this about ::grins::

Isabelle says:
Doc: Yes, I can... we don't have someone at OPS?

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GRYPHON GOES TO WARP 8.5

kate says:
Brett: If you’re going down there, tell me what happening when you get there, Rob’s not saying much.

Pam says:
Doc: Hey Doc, it worked, warp 8.5.

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: Doesn't look like it right now.  Have at it. ::grins::

Robert says:
Bob: the only good news is I can sing very off key....should help with the Klingon opera

Host Tim says:
::Correct course to rendezvous is displayed::

Isabelle says:
Doc: Aye, captain? ::smiles::

Brett says:
Kate: O.k.

Host Doc says:
::pats her on the back::  Pam: Good job Pam.

Robert says:
Computer: What is the most likely opera that would be used for the password.

Bob says:
Rob: Heh...  I can't carry a tune in a bucket, myself. <Computer>: How many Klingon operas do you have on file?

Host Computer says:
CTO: Parameters of request is too wide.

Pam says:
Doc: Look the right course is shown on here now.

kate says:
Brett: Thanks

Brett says:
::Gets out of Doc's chair and heads for the TL::

Host Doc says:
::looks over course::  Pam: Ok, that looks about right...I think

Isabelle says:
Mauro: How do I send a message from here? I know my Army comm protocols and things but this is different . Can the computer do it, if I ask?

Robert says:
Computer: What is the maximum length the vocal password can be how many minutes?

kate says:
Ed: What’s with the grin? ::Smiles to ed::

Mauro says:
::looks at the course on his screen::

Edward says:
Kate: So, this button here fires a phaser. ::points the button to Kate::

Brett says:
::Takes the TL to Deck 22::

Pam says:
::watches the stars streak by on the view screen:: Self: Gosh they're pretty.

Host Computer says:
CTO: This lock will accept 12 gigabytes of data.

Mauro says:
Izzy: Hhmm...  Try asking the procedures.  Maybe the computer shows you how to do it.

Edward says:
Kate: Oh, the grin is nothing ::smiles back::

Isabelle says:
::nods at Mauro::

kate says:
::Slaps Ed’s hand lightly:: Ed: Nope, that makes us go to red alert...don’t touch. ::Grins::

Robert says:
Computer: Please scan all Klingon opera on file, how many are 12 gigabytes or less?

Isabelle says:
Computer: How can I send a message to the Klingon ship?

Robert says:
::thinks please say one ...please say one...please say one :::

Host Computer says:
CTO: None.

Host Computer says:
Adrel: Either manual or computer assisted comm is available.

Pam says:
::tries something else:: Computer: Can you take us directly to that Klingon ship?

Robert says:
Computer: What about Ferengi Operas?  How many of those are 12 gigabytes or less?

Host Computer says:
FCO: Yes.

Host Computer says:
CTO: There are no Ferengi operas on file.

Isabelle says:
Computer: Can you send a message to the Klingon ship we have to meet and tell them this message: We will be late for the rendezvous,

Edward says:
::feels like a bad child after the slap of Kate and he cross his hands::

Brett says:
::Arrives at Deck 22 and wanders around to the cargo bay.::

Isabelle says:
::hopes her order was clear enough for a computer::

Host Computer says:
Adrel: Yes.

kate says:
Ed: Better. ::Laughs at Ed::

Robert says:
::Sighs...frustrated:: Computer: How many wood chucks could chuck wood if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

Mauro says:
Doc:  Captain... ::feels good saying it::  we're out of course.  We have to correct it right away.

Isabelle says:
Computer: So, send a message to the Klingon ship saying we will be late for the rendezvous.

Pam says:
Computer: Then do it please as fast as possible.

Host Computer says:
CTO: None.

Host Computer says:
Adrel: Done.

kate says:
Pam: How are things over there?

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Ok...make correction and let Pam...I mean, FCO know.

Host Computer says:
FCO: Correcting course.

Edward says:
Kate: You don't have to hit me, but it's ok. I guess, that I am a bad child. ::smiles::

Isabelle says:
::smiles::

Mauro says:
::checks again::

Pam says:
Kate: Super now that the computer is running things.

Brett says:
::Enters the cargo bay and is surprised to see only one box and the two Delphynites.  Walks over and watches them for a moment.,::

Robert says:
Bob: you know I just thought of something....I wonder if the Steelers will win the super bowel this year.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GRYPHON BANKS HARD TO PORT

Isabelle says:
Doc: The computer sent the message to the Klingon ship.

kate says:
Pam: spoke too soon..

Pam says:
Kate: It wasn't me.

Host Doc says:
::holds on::  All: Ok...guess correction has been made.

Mauro says:
::holds on his console::

Mauro says:
::understands the readings, sees the Gryphon is heading to the right course now::

Isabelle says:
::falls off her chair::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GRYPHON'S CURRENT COURSE NOW MATCHES COURSE CSO ASKED FOR

Brett says:
Robert / Bob: So?  Whatcha doin’?

Robert says:
::feels the ship bank again::*Bridge*Would you folks please learn how to drive. or turn over control to the computer

Mauro says:
Doc:  Okay, we're back on course! ::smiles::

Robert says:
Brett: Trying to open the box....we know it opens by voice command....12 gigabytes or less..

kate says:
Pam: sure...::Grins::

Brett says:
Bob / Robert; Why?

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Great...I think.

Pam says:
::grins at the bridge crew:: All: Sorry, it was the computer not me.

Robert says:
Computer: Do the Steelers win the 2002 super bowel?

Isabelle says:
::gets back up and sits again:: Mauro: That wasn't pleasant

Mauro says:
Izzy:  So?  Did you get anything?

Bob says:
Rob: Thinking that the only way to open the box is either to play it all the Klingon Operas we have on record or cut the box open.

Isabelle says:
Mauro: I was able to ask the computer to send it.

Pam says:
::hears that voice in the air again:: Self: What's with this guy?

Mauro says:
Izzy: Sorry, but we had to get back to the course. ::smiles::  Great!  Any answer so far?

Host Computer says:
CTO: Researching.

Bob says:
<Computer> Are any Klingon operas particularly popular in Ferengi culture?

Robert says:
Bob: good question....

Host Doc says:
::walks around Bridge, watching everyone try to figure out how to run this ship::

Brett says:
Bob / Robert: So why do you think playing opera will open the box?

Host Computer says:
CEO: Yes, one.

Isabelle says:
Mauro: None, no. I just hope the computer will have properly sent it. I never had to give an order like that to a computer. I am used to leading people not objects.

Robert says:
Brett: The computer said so.

Bob says:
Rob: Well, it was loaded and shipped by Ferengi to Klingons.. sorta makes sense

Edward says:
Kate: When this is all finish you want to have dinner with me?

Robert says:
Bob: Lets play it an fine out but first...

Mauro says:
::shrugs:: Izzy:  Let's just wait, then. ::smiles::

Brett says:
Rob / Bob: It told you that to open the box required Klingon opera?  That is what it said?

kate says:
Ed: What!

Isabelle says:
Mauro: And you, anything else?

Bob says:
<Computer>: Playback that opera... focus output on the lock of the container in this compartment

Pam says:
::sits back starting to get into this dream:: Computer: ETA to the Klingon ship now. ::smiles to herself::

Robert says:
Computer: Red Alert.  Authorize Krag Jaybird One alpha.

Bob says:
Brett: Yes.

Edward says:
Kate: Dinner?

Host Tim says:
ACTION: A LOUD, RAUCOUS SOUND EMITS FROM SPEAKERS IN CARGO HOLD.

kate says:
Ed: I heard that...

Bob says:
::puts fingers in ears::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: SHIP GOES TO RED ALERT

Brett says:
Bob / Rob: And why are you trying to open the box?

Isabelle says:
All: Is that red alert?

Brett says:
Bob / Rob: And why are you putting us on red alert?

Mauro says:
Computer:  Run sensor sweep at the rendezvous area, along with a tachyon search.

Robert says:
Brett: To see what inside.  I mean notice the cargo bay is open.

Pam says:
::jumps as the red alert sounds:: Self: Now what?

Mauro says:
Izzy:  Nothing yet.

Host Doc says:
::Sees ship red lights go off and sirens::  All: What is up with that?

Bob says:
Rob: Glad I am not a real Vulcan.. their hearing is much better.. this would be sheer torture to a Vulcan, I think.

kate says:
*Rob* Why did you put us to red alert?

Robert says:
Brett: Well gee if its dangerous..

Host Tim says:
ACTION: ENTIRE BOX GLOWS BRIGHT GREEN

Mauro says:
::looks around, sees the red klaxons::

Edward says:
Kate: Any way I was keeping all along and I didn't find the perfect time to say that to you

Robert says:
*Kate* We trying to open this box.. It looks strange...call it a paranoid hunch.

Isabelle says:
::scans the area to see if the red alert was triggered by something strange in space::

Pam says:
Mauro: Hey Mauro, what's going on?

Brett says:
Robert: Don't fool with the box.  Leave it alone, we'll give it to the Klingons and we'll all get to live a little longer.

Host Tim says:
ACTION: METAL CONTAINER LID FLIPS OPEN, GAS EMITS AND SPREADS

kate says:
Ed: I’m confused.

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Why are we at red alert?

Brett says:
::Runs::

Robert says:
All: Maybe we should have but on e-suits.

Mauro says:
Pam:  Hey, I did nothing but ask a sensor sweep.

Bob says:
::thinks, oh great.. and heads for the door::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: GAS IS TAKEN INTO THE VENTILATION SYSTEM

Brett says:
::Thinks lots of words about Robert, all of them not allowed in Chat::

Mauro says:
Doc:  Sensors show nothing outside...  I have no idea.

kate says:
*Rob* Can you be a little more with the details..

Edward says:
Kate: Confused? Well, that worst a try

Host Tim says:
ACTION: CONTAINER DISOLVES INTO PUDDLE OF ASH

Isabelle says:
Doc: I concur with Mauro. My scan shows nothing else either. Maybe something in here?

Host Doc says:
Mauro: Can we kill at least the sound?

Robert says:
::frowns::

Brett says:
*Doc* Rob released some kind of gas from the box.  Seal off the bridge ventilation system!

Robert says:
Bob: umm that could be a problem....but that strange.

Mauro says:
Computer:  Why do we have a red alert situation?

Pam says:
::watches everyone wondering like her::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: AS GAS SPREADS THROUGH SHIP OCCUPANTS FALL ASLEEP

Mauro says:
Doc:  Of course.  Remember that we just need to ask the computer to do it.

Robert says:
::Drops to the deck::

Brett says:
Computer: Directions to nearest.....oh cra...

Host Computer says:
CSO: Ordered by CTO.

Pam says:
::starts to yawn::

kate says:
::Hears Doc and turns down the volume on the bridge::

Host Doc says:
Isabelle: Seal off Bridge ventilation and get it out of there

Brett says:
::Falls asleep::

Mauro says:
Computer:  Turn of the red alert sound.

Isabelle says:
::hears something from Doc but falls asleep on her console before::

Pam says:
::lays her head down on the flight console::

kate says:
::Feels sleepy, goes to hold on to ed but falls to the ground::

Mauro says:
Doc:  Robert ordered red alert. ::shrugs::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: KLAXONS ARE SILENCED

Edward says:
::feels sleepy, too and he gets Kate for a slow fall on the ground::

Bob says:
:;thumps to floor about 3/4 of the way to the nearest TL::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: ALL SECUMB TO THE GAS

Mauro says:
*Robert* Hey Rob, the computer reported you have ordered red alert status.  Why is that?

Host Doc says:
::feels sleepy and falls onto the floor::

Robert says:
::does not answer; asleep::

Mauro says:
::feels dizzy and finally passes out::

kate says:
::Falls asleep beside Ed::

Host Tim says:
ACTION: EACH WAKES IN THEIR OWN BED ON EARTH

Host Tim says:
<<<End Mission>>>

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