Kris:

     A comet is due to pass near Arcadia Station in a few minutes that hasn't been seen by humans in over 200 years. Since this is a rare spatial event, SCI will be monitoring all data from
     the comet closely. 

Kris:

     <<<BEGIN ANOTHER NORMAL DAY ON ARCADIA STATION>>>

Kris has changed to CO_Swift

SCI_Brad:

     ::preparing sensor arrays to record to comet::

OPS_Reed:

     ::at OPS, doing OPS-type things::

Room mode has changed:

     Public Room

     Topic can only be changed by host

     Members are spectators by default

XO_Mikey:

     ::looking at the duty roster for the next shift::

CMOLowell:

     ::In the Sick Bay::

CO_Swift:

     ::in Ready Room reviewing science reports::

CO_Swift:

     ::rubbing bridge of nose and checking time::

SCI_Brad:

     ::completes preparations and runs a quick diagnostic to make sure nothing decides to die during the recording::

CO_Swift:

     ::rising and heading out onto the bridge:: 

XO_Mikey:

     ::notices CMO Lowell is signed up for 2 shifts in a row::

SCI_Brad:

     ::finishes diagnostic and smiles at the results::

CMOLowell:

     ::Prepare sickbay in case people got exciting from seeing the comet::

SCI_Brad:

     *CO* Captain, everything is ready for the comet from my standpoint.. permission to get more power from OPS?

CO_Swift:

     ::nodding at Mikey:: 

XO_Mikey:

     ::puts duty roster PADD down::

CO_Swift:

     ::observing the efficient crew at work, preparing to monitor the comet's pass::

XO_Mikey:

     ::nods back::

CO_Swift:

     XO: Let's have full magnification on the viewscreen...I don't want to miss a single proton.

OPS_Reed:

     ::hears SCI and prepares to divert power::

XO_Mikey:

     CO: neither do I, this is pretty exciting

XO_Mikey:

     OPS: full magnification on the viewscreen

OPS_Reed:

     XO: Aye, sir

CO_Swift:

     ::settling into chair with full cup of coffee::

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: THE COMET APPROACHES THE STATION'S PORT SIDE AND PASSES.

XO_Mikey:

     ::sipping on his raktijino::

SCI_Brad:

     OPS: I need any power you can spare me.. the more the better

XO_Mikey:

     :looking at the comet in awe::

CO_Swift:

     ::watching with half-interest:: Hmmm...red...nice....

OPS_Reed:

     SCI: Diverting power now.

SCI_Brad:

     ::smiles as his sensors recorded the data, although not as much as he would have liked::

SCI_Brad:

     OPS: That&rsquo;s much better.. Try not to let the power levels drop below this level Reed

CO_Swift:

     ::standing:: Well, all this excitement has fatigued me. I'm going to take a walk-about inspection.

CO_Swift:

     XO: You have the bridge.

XO_Mikey:

     CO: aye sir

OPS_Reed:

     ::watching power levels::

CO_Swift:

     ::heading off for turbolift::

SCI_Brad:

     ::going over the data accumulated during the comet's pass::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: perhaps if we launch a probe, it will give us better data

CO_Swift:

     ::heading down corridor and noticing the corridor seems more empty than usual::

SCI_Brad:

     ::notices nothing strange::

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Perhaps.. ::prepares a class IV science probe:: Launching now sir

SCI_Brad:

     ::launches the probe::

CO_Swift:

     ::seeing Ensign Tomalov up ahead and hailing her for a quick chat::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: very good

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: ENSIGN TOMALOV DISAPPEARS RIGHT IN FRONT OF COMMANDER SWIFT.

CO_Swift:

     What?

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: Sir, you're due for a Check up.

CO_Swift:

     ::hitting comm badge::

SCI_Brad:

     ::starts getting results from the probe::

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: COMMANDER SWIFT DISAPPEARS.

XO_Mikey:

     *CO*: what is it sir?

XO_Mikey:

     *CO*: sir?

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: THERE IS NO RESPONSE FROM THE CO.

SCI_Brad:

     ::still nothing abnormal:: XO: Sir, this is rather strange.. these readings are perfectly normal...

XO_Mikey:

     *Computer*: locate CO Swift

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: You are to report to Sickbay now if you can ::Grin::

XO_Mikey:

     *CMO*: I'm a little busy right now, there is no response from the CO on the comm badge

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: I see... you need to get her back... Please come in when you're done. Lowell Out

OPS_Reed:

     <computer>Mikey: CO_Swift is not aboard the station

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> Commander Swift is not on the station.

XO_Mikey:

     ::mutters to himself:: great....

SCI_Brad:

     ::hmm::

SCI_Brad:

     ::getting a LARGE amount of info back from the probe and starts going through it::

XO_Mikey:

     All ands, go to Red Alert, repeat Red Alert

XO_Mikey:

     <hands>

XO_Mikey:

     *Computer*: have any other crew members disappeared?

OPS_Reed (Sound - Alert.wav):

SCI_Brad:

     ::notices high levels of Eristani radiation::

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Sir.. we have a situation here.. <g>

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> Please rephrase your question.

XO_Mikey:

     ::getting all stressed out::

OPS_Reed:

     <computer> Please restate the question

XO_Mikey:

     ::hates hearing the computer in stereo::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: one moment

SCI_Brad:

     ::starts separating the Eristani radiation from the other data::

XO_Mikey:

     *Computer*: How many crew members have been missing since the comet passed?

XO_Mikey:

     ::walks over to Science::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: what is it?

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> Unknown quantity to determine. Please rephrase the question.

OPS_Reed:

     ::wonders what is going on::

SCI_Brad:

     ::that done, graphs the levels of radiation and then superimposes over the standard levels expected from a comet like the one just passed::

XO_Mikey:

     ::getting really ticked off at the computer:: Fine! be that way! I'll just do a deck-by-deck count myself!!

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Take a look at this sir.. the Eristani radiation levels are way higher than I would expect from the tail of that comment...

OPS_Reed:

     ::hopes he doesn't "disappear"::

SCI_Brad:

     ::shows 2 graphs to XO::

XO_Mikey:

     *Computer*: how many crew members are currently on the station?

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> There are 1,645 crew members currently on the station.

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: Sir, you're due for a check up, please come to sickbay now if you can.

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: well, I'm not a scientist, what does it mean?

SCI_Brad:

     SCI: I'm not exactly sure yet.. but you can bet I'm going to find out

XO_Mikey:

     ::hears the computer and thinks, "hmm..8 less than normal.."::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: understood, keep me apprised

SCI_Brad:

     *CMO* I'm a shade busy right now.. but do you know anything about Eristani levels and the effects high levels of it would have?

SCI_Brad:

     XO: You can count on it sir

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: Not harmful to known humanoids

SCI_Brad:

     *CMO* I know that.. anything else you know about it? I&rsquo;m reading rather high levels in the comet's tail::

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: It makes a good Christmas light ::Laughs::

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: Just because it's red

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: what do the sensors reveal about the inside of the comet?

OPS_Reed:

     ::notices that power levels are normal....maybe this station isn't a piece of junk, after all::

SCI_Brad:

     *CMO* As interesting as that might be, it doesn't help me... ::smiles:: Anything else at all?

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks, "is anyone else worried that the Captain is gone?"::

CMOLowell:

     Eristani particles are

CMOLowell:

     unusual...they are polarized and

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: Eristani particles are unusual, they are polarized and have to be viewed at an oblique angle...

OPS_Reed:

     ::worried about being the next one to disappear::

XO_Mikey:

     *Security*: Begin a deck-by-deck search for the missing persons....keep me posted

SCI_Brad:

     *CMO* Oblique angle eh? Interesting.....

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks, "that's why Picard, Sisko, and all the great Captains were/are bald, they pulled their hair out from the stress of their job!"::

CMOLowell:

     *SCI*: Remember to come for a Check up after work! Lowell Out.

SCI_Brad:

     ::maneuvers the probe to come in at a 180 degree angle to the Eristani particles::

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: A MASSIVE SHUDDER IS FELT THROUGHOUT THE STATION, AND THE OPS CONSOLE IS BEEPING WILDLY.

XO_Mikey:

     ::getting a headache::

SCI_Brad:

     ::grabs his console and manages to stay seated::

OPS_Reed:

     ::looks at console::

XO_Mikey:

     OPS: what is it now?

OPS_Reed:

     XO: I'm not sure yet

CMOLowell:

     ::Feels station shudder::

SCI_Brad:

     *Computer* Would high levels of Eristani particles be damaged to nonorganic matter?

OPS_Reed:

     ::trying to find out what is going on:: XO: The bottom level of the station is...gone!

XO_Mikey:

     OPS: gone? good lord.....

OPS_Reed:

     XO: I don't understand! It's just _gone.

XO_Mikey:

     OPS: send an emergency subspace message to Starfleet pronto.....

OPS_Reed:

     ::preparing message::

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> Accessing.

OPS_Reed (Sound - Hailing.wav):

     ::sending::

CMOLowell:

     *Bridge*: What's going on? My Patients are gone kinda...

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> No known damage to nonorganic matter has been reported due to Eristani particles.

XO_Mikey:

     *All civilians* : report to emergency escape pods and/or hatches, take only what can be carried, Mikey out

SCI_Brad:

     ::makes a note to have the CEO install a faster computer::

SCI_Brad:

     ::know damage.. hmm..::

SCI_Brad:

     ::an idea pops into his head::

XO_Mikey:

     OPS: any response from Starfleet?

OPS_Reed:

     ::hears gears turning in SCI's head::

SCI_Brad:

     *Computer* Extrapolate the probability of the following levels of Eristani particles having a degenerative effect on nonorganic material. ::transmits data::

SCI_Brad:

     ::overlays the data regarding Eristani particles with the sensor data regarding the same thing::

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: Do you mind telling me what's going on? I've ask before... MY STAFFS are GONE now! ::Sob::

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> The probability of Eristani particles having a degenerative effect on nonorganic material based upon this data is highly unlikely.

XO_Mikey:

     ::wishes he never transferred from a starship to a station::

OPS_Reed:

     ::tries to figure out how to get his console to stop beeping::

XO_Mikey:

     *CMO*: quit your whining! the captain's gone, along with about 25 other people!

SCI_Brad:

     ::happens to see the overlay out of the corner of his and lets out an audible gasp::

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: Well you Didn't Tell me earlier when I asked NICELY!

XO_Mikey:

     *CMO*: reserve a massage for me will you? I'm gonna need it after my shift is done ::looks at his chronometer::

OPS_Reed:

     ::tries XO's tactic...kicking it shuts off the sound:: Hmm

SCI_Brad:

     ::scans the duplicate of the station:: XO: SIR! When I overlaid the results of the probe and our own sensors I discovered a duplicate of our station

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: Will do... one after your check up

SCI_Brad:

     ::gets back scanning results:: XO: which, btw, is completely intact, unlike our own which is disappearing around us..

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: what about our missing people?

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Inconclusive yet.. give me a minute

SCI_Brad:

     XO: I have found the Commander's lifesigns sir..

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks, "good thing my shift is almost over"::

SCI_Brad:

     ::what the heck??::

SCI_Brad:

     XO: uhh sir... umm..

CMOLowell:

     *XO*: Your Massage appointment is... ::Disappeared::

SCI_Brad:

     XO: The others didn't disappear sir.. we did

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: great work! can we beam her back?

XO_Mikey:

     ::needs to get a secretary::

CO_Swift:

     @*Arcadia* ::static:: ....ift here....spond please....Swift here....

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Actually sir, I think we should beam ourselves back to the other station

XO_Mikey:

     *CMO* : Doctor? Doctor? oh well...::turns to Science::

CMOLowell:

     @::Continue talking:: *XO*: Set.

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Sir? shall we?

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: are you serious? beam _us_ over there?

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Serious as death.. sir..

CMOLowell:

     @*XO*: Sir, did you hear me?? Sir??

CO_Swift:

     @*Arcadia* Trans......diately....urgent......immed.....sport....here...

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks Brad's sense of humor needs an improvement::

CMOLowell:

     @*Bridge*: Sickbay to XO Mikey, Sickbay to Bridge, do you read me?

OPS_Reed:

     ::hears garbled message and tries to clear it up::

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: beam an organic sample over there first

SCI_Brad:

     XO: sir??

CO_Swift:

     @*Arcadia* .....stani.....iation....rift.....space...

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: I don't want my atoms scrambled...

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: ANOTHER DEEP SHUDDER IS FELT THROUGHOUT ARCADIA STATION AS ANOTHER LOWER DECK DISAPPEARS.

XO_Mikey:

     ::falls down::

OPS_Reed:

     XO: anther deck is gone

SCI_Brad:

     XO: Well, I prefer to be on the correct station.. I'm beaming back and your coming with me!

SCI_Brad:

     ::grabs the XO::

OPS_Reed:

     ::tries to clear up message some more::

XO_Mikey:

     ::notices the floor is dirty and remembers to have a yeoman clean it later, if there IS a later::

SCI_Brad:

     *Computer* Beam directly to the other Arcadia station now!

XO_Mikey:

     SCI: excuse? is that an order?

XO_Mikey:

     ::pushes SCI away::

SCI_Brad:

     ::waiting for computer to beam wondering if his career is shot now;:

XO_Mikey:

     ::gets out of the way just as SCI disappears::

CMOLowell:

     @Sickbay to ANYone on the station! Please respond!

CO_Swift:

     @I read you Lowell. We're trying to warn them now...prepare sickbay for casualties.

OPS_Reed:

     ::looks around and realizes the crew is leaving without him::

XO_Mikey:

     ::gets off of floor and looks around::

CMOLowell:

     *CO*: I thought you were gone... may I know what's happening now?

XO_Mikey:

     Reed: prepare for transport, I'm beaming you over

OPS_Reed:

     XO: Okay...

CMOLowell:

     ::Prepare sickbay while talking::

XO_Mikey:

     ::beams Reed to somewhere else::

SCI_Brad:

     ::materializes in OPS of the correct station next to Cmdr. Swift::

CO_Swift:

     @::almost hugging Brad:: Ah!

SCI_Brad:

     @CO: Sir, the XO decided he didn't want to trust me and remained on the wrong station...

XO_Mikey:

     ::regrets joining Starfleet::

SCI_Brad:

     @CO: Permission to go back and get him?

CMOLowell:

     @*CO*: Sickbay ready sir

OPS_Reed:

     ::looks around::

OPS_Reed:

     <@>

SCI_Brad:

     @CO: Or better yet, just beam him here

XO_Mikey:

     *Computer*: how many people are left on the station now?

CO_Swift:

     @Brad: It's dangerous...I can't order you to go... 

XO_Mikey:

     ::sets up a force field to prevent being beamed::

SCI_Brad:

     @CO: Of course not sir..

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks this is a REALLY slow computer...::

CO_Swift:

     @Brad: But we need to relay the message to them that they've got to mass beamout over here...pronto...

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> There are 2, 369 inhabitants on the station.

SCI_Brad:

     @OPS: Send a message to the other station telling them to mass beam over, by order of commander swift

XO_Mikey:

     ::begins to lock on to any lifeforms on the station and does a mass beam-out::

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: ANOTHER MASSIVE SHUDDER IS FELT THROUGHOUT THE STATION.

XO_Mikey:

     ::holds on as the station shudders again::

CO_Swift:

     @Oh hell...they're disappearing right in front of us! ::taking over the security console and punching the station's secret over-ride codes::

OPS_Reed (Sound - Hailing.wav):

     @*Arcadia*: Yo...nee....to....m....habit.....to this...tion

XO_Mikey:

     ::completes the mass beam out::

CO_Swift:

     @::taking control of the other station's consoles and targeting life forms for massive beamout::

SCI_Brad:

     ::assisting CO by locking onto life forms from his station::

XO_Mikey:

     ::force field preventing beam-out starting to lose power::

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: CREW MEMBERS ON THE DISAPPEARING ARCADIA STATION BEGIN DEMATERIALIZING IN TRANPORTER BEAMS.

XO_Mikey:

     ::screaming::NOO!!!

CO_Swift:

     ACTION: THE CREW REMATERIALIZE ON THE STABLE ARCADIA STATION, SAFELY.

SCI_Brad:

     ::hacks into the other station's computer system:: CO: Sir, I can drop the forcefield on your mark

CMOLowell:

     @*CO*: Permission to do a Sickbay Massive beam out ::grins::

CMOLowell:

     @*CO*: Never mind... they are all here....

XO_Mikey:

     ::attempting to keep the force field up::

CO_Swift:

     @::madly punching at the console to save the station's inhabitants:: 

OPS_Reed:

     @CO: the XO is still over there

XO_Mikey:

     ::thinks about it, then lowers the force field::

CO_Swift:

ACTION: THE DUPLICATE ARCADIA STATION DISAPPEARS COMPLETELY.

CO_Swift:

     Computer: What is the total number of station inhabitants?

CO_Swift:

     <Computer> The total number of station inhabitants is 2, 394.

CO_Swift:

     ::slumping over console in relief:: I need a vacation. Why don't these things ever happen on Commander McRae's shift?

CO_Swift:

     <<<<END ANOTHER NORMAL DAY ON ARCADIA STATION>>>>

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