Host SMDrew says:
ARC 19 - Only the Good Die Young - Mission 12 - SD: 11705.09
Host SMDrew says:
Summary: The Claymore now sits in upper Earth orbit among Starfleet debris...
Meanwhile, in sickbay, a passenger has appeared.  Q.  He brings news that he has been looking for the Claymore for the past seventy years and brings word that Starfleet, the Federation, and all of the Milky Way inhabitants are all gone.  Presumably all but a very few were destroyed by the Cabowee as they looked for the Claymore throughout the galaxy.
Host SMDrew says:
****************** Resume Mission *******************
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The monitors around the Claymore continue to flash debris fields and the smoldering planet below.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Determining that she's not been converted into a bikini, nor throw into another time, she opens her eyes and lets her vision drift upward, trying to make sense of what she's seeing beyond the ships now transparent hull:: Q: What...what is all that?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CNS: Counselor, do we have any indication as to where we are and what the debris is or was?
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::Hands moving across the console he frowns as sensors begin to come online.::  Self:  This can't be right.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Sitting in her chair on the bridge, she looks down as the console comes to life showing debris everywhere.::
Host Q says:
CMO:  That is what is left of Earth after the Cabowee came through this sector.  ::Looks at the debris.::  I believe it’s called a “scorched Earth policy.”
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::Looks up at the captain.::  CO:  I think that's Earth, ::His voice drops.::  at least what’s left of it.
Host Q says:
CMO:  There isn't a plant or animal left on the surface.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::Fong began checking the logs and reports that the backdoor access gave him.  That is until he noticed that the lighting had changed, and the hull around him was somewhat transparent. He glanced at the sickbay hatch then began slowly carefully moving away from this particular hiding place, hoping to remain unnoticed, for the moment.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::She looks at the screen, she couldn't believe what the Counselor was telling her.::  CNS: How can that be...?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_Lt_Kendal> ::pauses on his trip to the bridge to gape at one of the consoles:: Self: Well, that looks bad.
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::His hands moving across the console.::  CO:  I don't know, but all my scans say that is Earth, and the debris is the remains of the starbase and other Starfleet installations in orbit.
Host Q says:
::Lightly paces the room, fiddling with items on the shelves.::
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::Steps out of Raeyld's office, phaser still at the ready, trying to stay near the walls::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_PO1_Cawney> ::Scans through standard Starfleet channels as power comes back to systems::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Taps her combadge::  *CTO*: T'Shara to Lieutenant Kytides.
Host Q says:
::Turns to the MO.::  CMO:  You have a new play thing?   ::Looks to Raeyld and smiles.::  You didn't tell me.
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
CO:  I'm not picking up any lifesigns on the planet, the debris is somewhere around thirty starships, the four drydocks and Starbase 1.  All totally destroyed.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Sits in his office in the armory, finishing a check of the Claymore’s status, and taps his combadge in response::  *CO*:  Kytides here, Captain.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
CNS: But what could have destroyed them and why?
Host Q says:
MO:  And who might you be?  ::Moves over to Stevens and snaps his fingers producing a single red rose, which he offers to Stevens.::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::continues to slowly back through the transparent Jefferies tube, not sure if anyone can actually see him.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CTO*: I need you to begin searching for the intruder that was detected earlier, before we warped out and the Cabowee showed up.  Internal sensors are back online.
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::Shrugs.:: CO:  Trying to determine that now but as far as I can tell the damage was done a while ago, trying to determine exactly when.  ::Directs the scans to the debris, trying to determine how long ago it happened.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: Status, Commander?
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::Grabs her phaser with both hands:: Q: Lieutenant Junior Grade Stevens. You are?
Host Q says:
MO:  Ah, Lieutenant Junior Grade Stevens.  It rings off the tongue.  ::Snaps his fingers as he moves closer.::
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
CO:  Looks like the damage occurred about sixty-eight years ago.  Trying to determine the Stardate now.  ::Widens his scans looking at star positions to determine their date.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Stevens phaser turns into mixed drink, with fruit and umbrella.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
*CO*:  Aye, Captain.  ::Pauses a moment to consider, then accesses internal sensors to look for any lifesigns that don't belong, while tapping on his combadge to send a message to step up security::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Raises and eyebrow and stands, turning to Foster::  CNS: Sixty-eight years ago.  How could we be sixty-eight years in the future?  That's not possible.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: We're starting to restore main power, although we're receiving reports of issues throughout the ship.
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::Blinks at the drink in her hand a few times:: CMO/Q: How...but I just....what's going on here?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::curses as he bangs his head on the transparent tube.  What kind of monster would do this?  He closes his eyes and slides his hands along the wall until he finds the hatch to sickbay.  If there was one place he didn't really want to be...::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: Understood.  We have another issue, Commander.  From sensor data with our current location, it appears we have jumped sixty-eight years into the future.  Any idea on how that is possible?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::grips the hatch release and hopes that he too is not transparent...again...still?  If nothing else, at least he can interact now.  He opens the hatch and drops into a corner of sickbay as quietly as his tired body will allow, so not particularly quietly.::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_PO1_Cawney> CO: No communications on any Starfleet channel.  It is just...silent.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::looks around, wondering where that question came from::  
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: Off the top of my head, no, I do not.
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
CO:  From what I can tell based on stellar drift, it looks like we are about seventy years ahead of where we should be.
Host Q says:
MO:  Oh, I'm just your above-average omnipotent Q.  I'm sure you have heard of me from your Starfleet training.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Sighs a little, and gestures with one hand:: Q: Q, Doctor Stevens. Doctor Stevens, Q.
Host Q says:
::Snaps his fingers again and sickbay returns to normal.::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Enters sickbay, peering around somewhat cautiously::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: If you come up with any ideas or theories, I would like to hear them.  From the data the counselor is collecting from the sensors on our stellar drift we are seventy years in the future.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::looks down at his console and tries to recall the last sensor logs before the Cabowee visitor graced their presence::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Joins Q and Stevens, resting a hand lightly on Steven's shoulder:: MO: We've met this Q before. Apparently, he's now dying, and has arrived for... ::Tilts her head, looking back to Q:: Q: What is it that you would like from us?
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::mutters something about the inevitability of confusion when the counselor is the one pulling the data on all this::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: I'm taking a look right now.
Host Q says:
::Turns to the entrance.::  XO:  Ah, my favorite Cardassian.  Commander Damrok, what a pleasure.  ::Pauses and turns to Raeyld.::  CMO:  Oh yes, I am dying.  You see, there is no Continuum here.  So we have very little time before my demise.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Walks around, her arms crossed, looking at the viewscreen.  Still, how is this possible?::  CNS: Whoever took us to warp did they mean to set us into the future this far.  Was this something with the Cabowee
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: Acknowledged, Commander.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Tilts her head:: Q: Here?  ::Can't help herself, even though she ought to let Damrok do all the talking from here. But...this is sort of a medical thing, right?::
Host Q says:
CMO:  And so we have to get warping or whatever you do.  ::Pauses.::  No, wait.   You need your torpedo things.  I would salvage as much as you can carry.  There is a war to go fight.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  Ah, my favorite...Q.  ::Smiles weakly, looking a bit distracted as he approaches, still glancing to his PADD as though he can't take his eyes off it::
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::looks back and forth between Q and Raeyld, gripping the drink she now has::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
CMO:  Did you say...dying?
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Blinks at the readings, not...entirely sure the protocols for the exact situation, and instead tapping his combadge::  *CO*:  Intruder...appears to be Lieutenant Fong, Captain.  Readings show him in Sickbay.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Provides a gentle upwards pressure to the glass in Stevens' hands...it'll probably make things go more smoothly:: XO: Yes, Sir.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Looks up, finally focused, though clearly a bit bewildered::  CMO:  I see.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Her hands fall down to her side at the CTO's message.::  *CTO*: Can you repeat that, Mr. Kytides?  ::She thought they had lost Lieutenant Fong.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Starts to wonder what's on the PADD that's so engrossing::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q/CMO:  Are we...in any sort of position to render assistance?
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::runs a concurrent scan of Main Engineering, focusing on effects of temporal phases or shifts::
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::Looks at the captain, lost for an answer.::  CO:  Don't have enough information to know what happened for sure at the moment, Captain.
Host Q says:
XO:  Straight to the point!  I expect nothing else from a Cardassian.   ::Snaps his fingers.::
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Stands and moves towards his door, still not entirely sure what the Cabowee are capable of, and readying himself just in case their capabilities include disguising themselves as especially odd Ferengi::  *CO*:  Sensors show Lieutenant Fong in Sickbay, Captain.  Only odd reading that could match the intruder.  Orders, Captain?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
<OPS_Lt_Kendal> ::steps onto the bridge, spots Cawney, pauses for a moment, then moves to the ops station.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Sickbay turns into a World War II British planning bunker, with a large center table with several maps and models.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Glances over to Foster::  CNS: I'm sorry, Counselor, I was just thinking aloud.  I know you probably don't have that information.  Keep working on it.  Thanks
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::watches as the sensor logs finally display on his console, revealing evidence of a transdimensional subspace shift::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
XO: Apparently...there is a war to fight?   Q: Where is here ̶  ::Her voices just plain fails::
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
CO:  Of course, Captain.  ::Keeps his mind on the problems at hand trying not to think of his family on Earth.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::"Liberates" the glass from Stevens hands::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::looks up as the lighting changes again. He quietly mutters something then decides to just stay put until the universe figured itself out.::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Walks over to Foster, placing a hand on his shoulder::  CNS: I know this is difficult, but we owe it to everyone to find out what happened and what we can do.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Sighs a bit, with resignation, scratching the back of his head...the theatrics were a bit over-the-top, but he didn't really perceive Q to have any truly hostile intentions::
Host Q says:
::Puts in his monocle.::  ALL:  As you can see on this map, we are currently seventy years past stopping the Cabowee.  They came, they destroyed and they will be back once they know your here.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::taps on this particular sensor readout to key up more details, which the computer offers, indicating two different points: the galactic core, and near the station::
CNS_LtCmdr_Foster says:
::Gives the captain a quick smile.:: CO:  Thank you Captain, I plan to figure out what happened to get things back to how they should be.
Host Q says:
XO:  So you must gather supplies and get your ship working again.  Or whatever you do.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Taking her hand off of his shoulder, she taps her badge::  *CTO*: Head to sickbay and see if you can find Lieutenant Fong.  If he is really on board somehow, we need to find him.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: Davis to T'Shara.
Host Q says:
XO:  I would say you have roughly twelve hours before the Cabowee show back up.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Nods to Foster::  CNS: Aye, we all will do whatever it takes.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Moves out the door and armory quickly, heading for a lift::  *CO*:  Aye, Captain.
Host Q says:
ALL:  Then the fun begins.  ::Snaps his fingers.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Quietly:: MO: Are you okay?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: T'Shara here go ahead Commander.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
Q:  Twelve hours might be easier said than done.  Can you buy us any time?
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: Captain, it looks like Claymore was caught up in some sort of transdimensional subspace shift, existing between our location near the station and some point in the galactic core.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Steps into the lift and orders it to sickbay, giving his phaser and tricorder a once-over just in case while waiting::
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
CMO: Is he...for real? I mean, they mentioned Q’s in the Academy but this...this is crazy, right?
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Everyone in sickbay appears on a beachhead with men running towards the cliffs.  Gunfire and bombs thunder around the beach.
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::ducks slightly and takes in the situation for a moment::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Drapes an arm around Stevens:: MO: It may have been awhile since I mentioned it, but...welcome to the Claymore. Now let's avoid the incoming live fire.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CTO*: Lieutenant, be advised Q is on board and in sickbay with Doctor Raeyld.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::looks up again as wherever it is that he was changes again into something else. Either a holodeck was malfunctioning or he was slightly more drunk than was technically possible. He simply lay in the fetal position in the corner of the live fire battle that had once been sickbay...so a normal day on the Claymore::
Host Q says:
All:  After your vessel is ready, I will send you to a system near the galactic core.  You will have to work with a rather crude and immature species.  But I can help with that much later.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: Is it possible to for you to replicate the shift so we could return to our time?
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
CMO: Live fire? ::looks around once more:: CMO: Very well, let's do this.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Exits the turbolift and heads toward Sickbay, blinking wide and going for his phaser as the doors open, but pausing at T'Shara's warning::  Self:  Ah.  Q.  ::Steps into Sickbay as calmly as he can::
Host Q says:
XO:  Buy you time, Commander?  I'll be lucky if I have the strength to get you and your ship to the correct location and time.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  The CTO notices that sickbay is empty and quiet
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: I'm not sure about that just yet. There is evidence that the shift was...artificial--a sort of wormhole, only, one with a nasty temporal twist.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::His eyes go wide, and he reflexively holds his PADD over his head, shouting::  Q:  Is it necessarily prudent then to be, you know... ::Gestures vaguely around them:: ...this?
Host Q says:
::Snaps his fingers.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Everyone from sickbay returns to sickbay.
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::still in a crouched ready position, slowly stands up and brushes off her uniform::
Host Q says:
XO:  You’re so right, Commander.  ::Shrugs.::  Habits are hard to break.  ::Snaps his fingers again.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Starts to stay something to Stevens about the rich and eccentric, but decides the better of it, and just relaxes slightly as they find themselves back in sickbay instead::
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Taps his combadge while looking around, but drops his hand upon everyone appearing with a quiet sigh, hoping that it'll be years before Q next appears::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Lowers his PADD again, clearing his throat::  Q:  Yes, well.  ::Runs his index finger around the inside of his collar::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: The conditions of this wormhole are one matter. We also jumped to warp, which may have had an extremely adverse and disgusting effect on the physics in all this.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  A small teddy bear appears in Damrok’s hands instead of the PADD.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: We would need to study this more, and I'm just not sure we have enough data yet to make much sense of it.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Gives Stevens back her glass::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::mutters something faintly to his knees about wishing that death was more sweet and peaceful, but remains still and curled on the floor in the corner of wherever they happened to be now::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Just looks at Q, not even mustering a deadpan but rather a vacant, unaffected look::
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Continues into the room and nods to Damrok and Raeyld, pulling out his tricorder and scanning for Fong's lifesign::
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::takes the glass and looks at Damrok, and then to Q, before drinking the beverage::
Host Q says:
CMO:  Now Doctor, I trust you will take good care of me until we are ready to depart.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Sighs again, looking toward Kytides and tilting his head slightly::
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CEO*: Understood.  See what you can do.  I'm not sure how much time we have, but given the current situation it is imperative that we get back.  Earth depends on it.
Host Q says:
::Hops back onto the biobed.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Glances briefly to Damrok, then takes a step toward Q:: Q: Whatever it is in my power to do for you, for your welfare, I will do.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Runs through the scenarios in his head and arrives at a guess::  CTO:  ...Is he nearby?
Host Q says:
CMO:  Wonderful.  ::Snaps his fingers.::  I think I might need some physical therapy.
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Looks up and toward a corner, tilting his head a bit and spotting Fong's huddled body behind a bed, while trying to ignore Q with all of his willpower::  XO:  Aye, Sir.  ::Nods toward the corner::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Raeylds uniform is gone, replaced by a silk robe and nothing else.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
*CO*: Acknowledged.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Walks back over and down to her seat once more.  She taps the console on the armrest and begins to enter some information into a log.::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Pauses, glancing down, then brushes a bit of nonexistent dust from one sleeve, and picks up a tricorder:: Q: Certainly, we have a physician with a specialty in physical therapy. MO: Doctor Stevens...
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
MO: Please call Doctor Tevis to sickbay.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Turns around, blinking::  CTO:  ...I'll be darned.  I figured it was a strange glitch in my list.  ::After a moment, smiles and heads that direction, only glancing over long enough to see Q is now in wardrobe-modifying mode; ignores it and continues::  OPS:  Lieutenant?
Host Q says:
::Pats his dinner jacket  and lays on the biobed.::   CMO:  Well, I see your going to be no fun at all.  ::snaps his fingers again and changes Raeyld back into her uniform.::
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Slips his tricorder away again, stepping back to let Damrok handle it, but keeping an eye on the situation::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::continues to eye the readouts and consider T'Shara's question; even as powerful as Claymore’s engines are, they exist to create a subspace field, not totally upend the fabric of space/time::
MO_LtJg_Stevens says:
::nods to Raeyld before taking a few steps backwards, away from Raeyld:: *MO_Tevis*: Stevens to Tevis, please report to medbay
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Indulges a slight smile and shakes her head:: Q: Sorry, Q. This is my sickbay, not a day spa--  ::Catches something...particularly non-blue/grey-ish out of the corner of her eye::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::Looks up at a noise; he notices pips coming his way:: Aloud: I am sorry to report that I've apparently died.  I'm waiting for the Blessed Exchequer to damn me to the Vault of Eternal Destitution, but I may already be there.
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
MO/Q: Excuse me ̶  ::Rushes toward the corner of sickbay::
Host Q says:
XO:  So, you have work to do, Commander.  Off you go!  And tell the Captain I have missed her.  She should come down and console me before my untimely death in these harsh living conditions.
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
::Looks around a moment::  OPS:  You may not be too far off, from the sound of it.  ::Crouches down near him and offers a hand::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::considers whether the ship's engines could be the trigger, or a trigger, or potentially a trigger--if they can get close to one of the terminal points of the wormhole::
Host Q says:
::Falls back on the biobed and folds his arms on his chest.::  Outloud:  This has got to be the busiest sickbay I have ever stepped foot in.  How do you people not have someplace else to be?  Do you all not understand time is something you do not have much of?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::reaches out a thin hand and takes the XO's, he mutters something, words fumbling out oddly:: XO: No Cabowee? ::he manages at the end of the mumbled statement::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::sighs; of course, even if this was the case, how could they guarantee that their next trip wouldn't put them another seventy years into the future?::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Kneels beside Fong and---snaps open her tricorder, drawing a strict breath::
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
OPS:  Q says it's only a matter of time  ̶  I'm sorry to be of little consolation.  ::Helps Fong sit up for the moment, not wanting to move him much until Raeyld's had a look::
CTO_Lt_Kytides says:
::Taps his combadge fully this time, while Damrok and Raeyld handle getting the story out of what certainly does sound like Fong::  *CO*:  Captain, it does appear to be Lieutenant Fong, alive and in Sickbay.  ::Glances to Q, for a moment acknowledging his presence to wonder if he's connected::  Damrok and Raeyld are examining him.
Host Q says:
::Snaps his finger and looks over at the others.::
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Q vanishes from sickbay in a flash of light.::
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
XO: Oh. Q, good. He'll probably not make us wealthy beyond measure this time, either.
Host Q says:
ACTION:  Q arrives next to Davis in a gold uniform.
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
*CTO*: Excellent, Lieutenant, good job.
Host Q says:
CEO:  So is this thing going to fly or what?
Host XO_Cmdr_Damrok says:
OPS:  That doesn't seem to be his mode of operation, no.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
Q: Who are you?
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
XO: Darn. ::looks at the CMO silently for a long moment like he was trying to remember something::
Host Q says:
CEO:  Who am I?   ::Steps back a few steps.::  I'm Q, of course.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::sighs and turns back to the sensor readouts once again::
Host Q says:
CEO:  So, Commander?  Are we able to get this bucket back in operation?
Host CO_Capt_TShara says:
::Finishes her log entry for now, closing the log.::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
Q: "We" won't be doing anything together.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
Q: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have enough to do.
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::waves over to Lon::
CMO_Cmdr_Raeyld says:
::Quietly:: OPS: ...Are you okay?  ::Tricorder gives her the technical answers, but...:
Host Q says:
::Follows Davis.::  CEO:  Of course, Commander.  Just act like I'm not even here.  Even though I could assist you better than any of your current minions.
OPS_Lt_Fong says:
::blinks a few more times, then places a hand on the CMO's he says something quietly, and looks worried::
CEO_Cmdr_Davis says:
::shakes his head::  Q: I'd just assume have them than have you as my “new” minion.
Host Q says:
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