USS Delphyne 10002.28

Nicke_:
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XO_Wall:
::on bridge::

CO_Grant:
::EXITs the Ready Room onto the Bridge::

CMO_Matt:
::in medbay::

SO_Augustus:
::sitting at Science station one, adjusting long range scanners::

CNS_Jiosa:
::in HER chair::

CEOLefler:
::In Main Engineering, as usual starring at the lights go on.........and off..........on............and........off...........on.........::

TO_Hawkes:
::At tactical, conduction tactical scans of surrounding space.::

Nichols:
::leaving quarters for turbolift::

MO_Lea:
::Steps out of her quarters wearing a fresh uniforms, complete with both proper pips::

OPS_Lynam:
::On bridge, working on department requisitions::

CIV_McLeod:
::in quarters, reading the day's news::

CO_Grant:
::Nods to XO::

CO_Grant:
XO: Ship status?

MO_Lea:
::Enters the TL:: TL: Deck seven.

CMO_Matt:
::sits down at his desk, starts to run through Denil III information::

XO_Wall:
CO: good morning....we are resuming our patrol heading back to SB191

CEOLefler:
::....on...........and off............on.............and.......off..........::

OPS_Lynam:
:;Wonders what the hell Hydroponics is doing with all the shuttlecocks.::

CO_Grant:
XO: Very good

XO_Wall:
CO: nothing unusual reported...

SO_Augustus:
::activates the gamma ray telescope and gravimetric distortion scanners::

MO_Lea:
::Walks down the corridor and enters sickbay::

CO_Grant:
::sits in chair, gently taps the bolts to be sure they are secure::

CMO_Matt:
::looks up and smiles to MO:: MO: Good morning.

CEOLefler:
::on........and off.........and.............and..........and, sits up, looks worried.......waits..........and....on, whew::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::wakes up to the sound of an old Earth musical group...the Goo Goo Dolls::

Nichols:
*CO*: Sir, I am still showing communications problems between my station and ME.  Permission to have Ens. McLeod cover my station until the repairs are finished.

CO_Grant:
SO: Anything interesting show up on the scanners

TO_Hawkes:
::Watches the CO tap the bolts on his chair, and raises one eyebrow.::

XO_Wall:
CO: ::puzzled:: in there a problem with your chair?

MO_Lea:
::Smiles:: CMO: Good morning Doctor.

OPS_Lynam:
::Sees Medical is requesting a lot of stuff.  Surprised the list isn't longer.::

SO_Augustus:
CO: Sir we have re aligned long range scanners currently nothing

CNS_Jiosa:
::stands up and heads to TL:: TL: Deck 2

MO_Lea:
::Picks up a padd and begins to quickly download lists of needs from various medical subdepartments::

CMO_Matt:
::types a few more sentences into the padd, looks up at her again:: MO: Have we finished our physicals?

CO_Grant:
*FCO*: hmmm, very well, discuss the matter with CEO

Nichols:
*CO*: Aye sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::checks the sports scores::

CO_Grant:
*HUNTER_MCLEOD*: Your piloting skills are wanted again on the bridge be here 2  minutes ago

OPS_Lynam:
::Checks communications to verify the monitored frequencies.::

TO_Hawkes:
::Perfoms a 'Cold Run' check on the weapons systems.::

Nichols:
*CIV*: Mr. McLeod, there seems to be a problem with Flight Controls.  Will you please cover the station until I can finish my repairs?

MO_Lea:
::Still working on the padd:: CMO: No, there are still a number to go.  I suggest...::Refers to another padd a moment::  Ensign Augustus, Ensign McLeod, and Mr. Lynam next.

CO_Grant:
SO: Acknowledged

Nichols:
::Gets into turbolift but awaits CIV's response.::

CIV_McLeod:
*CO, FCO* Aye, on my way.  ::smiles and makes his way to the TL::

CNS_Jiosa:
::enters her office and sits behind the desk pulls out LS the 3 and looks at her agenda::

XO_Wall:
::goes over  to TO Hawkes::

SO_Augustus:
CO: Sir, we are reading a decrease in the interphasic temporal particles, around the planet.

CO_Grant:
SO: acknowledged

TO_Hawkes:
::Notices the XO approach::

CNS_Jiosa:
Self: Yep...hmm 

CMO_Matt:
::nods:: MO: Proceed, but I can't remember if OURS have been completed?

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::is dressed and walks out his room humming Black Balloon::

FCO_Nichols:
::orders turbolift to ME::

XO_Wall:
TO: How you doing? wanted to check on you since you got back from the planet?

CIV_McLeod:
TL: bridge, please.

MO_Lea:
::Sets the padd down and downloads the sickbay requisitions into the main computer, and sends them to Mr. Lynam::  CMO: Mine was completed. Yours is yet to go.

TO_Hawkes:
XO: Thanks. Oh, I'm ok I guess. Ya' know, it wasn't as bad as it could've been ::smiles::

FCO_Nichols:
::enters ME::

CMO_Matt:
::leans his head on his hand:: MO: Well...?

MO_Lea:
::Looks questioningly:: CMO: Well what?

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Mr. Macpherson Quest, you presence is desired as soon as possible in my office

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off lift into bridge:: CO: Hunter-McLeod reporting for duty  ::moves to FCO station::

CMO_Matt:
MO: Should we finish mine?

XO_Wall:
TO: thats good! ::smiles::

CEOLefler:
::Sees FCO walk in::

CO_Grant:
::Gestures to XO, to follow into the RR::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Hello Sarah. How can I help you?

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: and just what for may I ask?

CO_Grant:
CIV: Assume the FCO seat

TO_Hawkes:
XO: Did you have fun on the planet? ::Smiles ::

MO_Lea:
CMO: Oh, yes.

SO_Augustus:
CO: Sir, permission to send a class 2 probe back toward the planet?

XO_Wall:
::acknowledges the captain, heads to RR::

CMO_Matt:
::stands up, putting down his padd:: MO: Where to?

CO_Grant:
SO: No probe for now

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: The comm between my station and ME is still sluggish.  I ran 2 full diags but couldn't find the problem.

SO_Augustus:
CO: Aye sir

CO_Grant:
OPS: You have the bridge

CIV_McLeod:
::nods and sits down::

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Mr. Macpherson Quest, a nice friendly chat ::tone of voice brooks no room for argument::

CO_Grant:
::ENters RR::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I thought if I looked at it from here I might find something.

XO_Wall:
TO: We'll talk later...

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CEOLefler:
FCO: Well then ::looks at lights go on.;...and off... and on:: I think I can spare the time to help you out with that

MO_Lea:
::Raises an eyebrow with a slightly amused expression on her face:: CMO: The biobed is customary.  Please try to avoid falling through the floor this time.

XO_Wall:
::follows the Capt into the RR::

TO_Hawkes:
XO: No problem . ::returns his attention to Tac::

CIV_McLeod:
::checks station controls and readings::

MO_Lea:
::picks up a medical tricorder::

CMO_Matt:
::smiles, then walks and sits down on the biobed in his best patient position::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: ::strong Scottish accent:: and what kind of a chat?

CO_Grant:
::turns toward XO while in RR::

XO_Wall:
CO: Captain?

OPS_Lynam:
::Puts requisitions away::

SO_Augustus:
::readjust aft sensor arry and boost sensors::

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Mr Quest you'll just have to come and find out

MO_Lea:
::Flips the tricorder open with one hand while activating the biobed canning console with the other hand::

CO_Grant:
XO: I am overdue some leave time and  I intend to take a couple days off when we get to the starbase

CMO_Matt:
MO: Smooth.

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: Looks like you have your own problems down here.  Do you think they are connected?

MO_Lea:
CMO: It has been busy lately.

CEOLefler:
FCO: Why don't we just trace the connections and see at which point the information is being slowed

CMO_Matt:
MO: I know.  What of it?

OPS_Lynam:
TO: Tactical, report all sensor contacts.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: gonna pick my brains huh?

CEOLefler:
::Pulls out stool for Nichols right next to his::

XO_Wall:
CO: Capt...really thats great ::grins::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: It appears ::sounding like Psion:: that my station is behaving similar.  The information comes in waves.

FCO_Nichols:
::sits down beside Lefler::

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Yes, you can make it hard or easy totally your choice

TO_Hawkes:
OPS: Sure. Nothing showing on screen right now.

OPS_Lynam:
TO: very well.

CO_Grant:
XO: I am sure you can handle things for a bit while I am gone

MO_Lea:
::Taps several buttons on the display, beginning the scans::  CMO: Simply that I have had to reduce the effort applied to each action while simultaneously increasing the result.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: ok Doc, it's your nickel

XO_Wall:
CO: I was going to suggest it? you haven’t had any leave since you took command of the Delphyne

CO_Grant:
XO: I know I know

CEOLefler:
FCO: Well if we send a test pulse through the system we should be able to tell at which junction it it arriving late. We'll then have the problem narrowed down to one data conduit

CMO_Matt:
::smiles and flashes a roguish look:: MO: You sound like an android - you are the same pretty young woman I talked to last night, aren't you?

CO_Grant:
XO: Well that is it , lets get back to the Bridge

XO_Wall:
CO: no problem...the Delphyne will be in good hands.

CIV_McLeod:
::thinks to self about possible problems at the controls::

CEOLefler:
::Watches Nichols intently as she concentrates on the display infront of them::

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Thank you Mr Quest

OPS_Lynam:
:;Scans comm channels again::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CEO*: I'll be disposed for a bit, the CNS wants to pick my brains about something

XO_Wall:
CO: ::whispers, as they leave the RR:: What’s are your plans Risa? or something else? ::grins::

FCO_Nichols:
*CIV*: Mr. McLeod, we will be sending a test pulse to your station.  I will be monitoring from here.

MO_Lea:
::Again amused:: CMO: An android..?  ::Switches tone and taps a few more buttons on her tricorder, switching the scan variance frequency:: CMO: When was your last physical, what is your full name, have you had any unusual symptoms such as dizziness, fatigue, nausea, faintness, blackouts, lost of balance, sudden loss of consciousness?

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I think your right.  Let's do it.

CO_Grant:
XO: something similar, a place with good golfing available and a beach

CIV_McLeod:
*FCO* acknowledged.  Awaiting pulse

CEOLefler:
*EO* Understood Mac, ::Smiles at Nichols:: take all the time you want

CEOLefler:
::Turns back to console and begins rapidly inputting commands::

XO_Wall:
CO: sounds great..have a great time!

FCO_Nichols:
::smiles at Lefler, then begins the test pulse to FCO station::

CO_Grant:
XO: thankyuo

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*MO*: I'll be a little late for our lunch date this afternoon, I'll be with the Cnslr for a bit

CIV_McLeod:
::watches controls::

CO_Grant:
XO: I hope the crew is not just complacent over finishing the last mission

CMO_Matt:
::notes that she didn't comment on his 'pretty young woman' comment:: Last year, Matthias Jared Laiiron, nothing besides my predicaments in the last few months with slipstreams, plasma, and alien spores.

MO_Lea:
*EO*: Understood..good luck.

CEOLefler:
::Watches as a red line appears over the schematic of the data network, heading straight for the bridge::

CMO_Matt:
::lunch date, huh?::

MO_Lea:
::laughs::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CEO*: aye I'll do just that

SO_Augustus:
::opens logs on scans preformed on the black box::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: There, did you see that?  The information slowed as the lights dimmed.

MO_Lea:
CMO: Those will then be noted. ::With a smile::

CEOLefler:
FCO: I did notice that

MO_Lea:
CMO: You have apparently been busy yourself.

CO_Grant:
TO: You may proceed with your tests

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: what deck?

XO_Wall:
CO: I think they are fine sir....I will make sureof it

TO_Hawkes:
CO: Aye aye sir.

CNS_Jiosa:
*EO*: Deck 2

CMO_Matt:
::looks her deep in the eyes, searching for something, then pulls away:: MO: Not as much as you have.

CEOLefler:
FCO: Seems the information is being delayed at.......junction 13 gamma. We'll have to crawl into the Jeffries tubes to check it out

TO_Hawkes:
*SHIPWIDE*: Red ALERT....all stations report!

OPS_Lynam:
::returns to compiling requisitions.::

CIV_McLeod:
:;hmms:: ::jerks to attention at alert::

MO_Lea:
::picks up a device:: CMO: Please be still a moment.  ::Takes a blood sample::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
*CNS*: sorry Doc!

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: Let's run one more test to be sure.

Nicke_:
ACTION: as Red ALert Klaxons go off the crew scrambles to their stations

OPS_Lynam:
::Puts power levels to Red Alert status::

CMO_Matt:
::sighs, tapping on the biobed console, not standing up:: *XO*: Sickbay ready.

FCO_Nichols:
::begins test::

TO_Hawkes:
::Hits red Alert button, and brings up RAT Screen::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::runs back to ME::

SO_Augustus:
::spins around looks at view screen::

XO_Wall:
::draws attention to the status panel::

FCO_Nichols:
*CIV*: One more test coming your way.

CEOLefler:
::Hears red alert::: FCO: Ugh

MO_Lea:
::Jumps back startled:: Whoa..

CEOLefler:
*EO*" Mac get down to ME, Now!

CIV_McLeod:
*FCO* Aye.  I'm watching

CMO_Matt:
::shakes his head:: MO: Probably just another drill, continue.

MO_Lea:
::Drops the blood sample:: Self: Great.

SO_Augustus:
::makes adjustments to passive  sensor arrays brings everything to proper settings::

OPS_Lynam:
TO: Power systems to red alert status, all systems show green.::

MO_Lea:
CMO: Just a minute.

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: see you later ::smiles as she runs out of ME::

CEOLefler:
::Begins bringing power levels to Red Alert status::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::walks into ME:: CEO: right behind you

TO_Hawkes:
::Checks with CPO Harris. Checks weaps stats.::

CNS_Jiosa:
*TO*: Everything was just fine till your little drill thank you very much ::closes the channel::

CO_Grant:
XO: Times for the Red alert drill?

TO_Hawkes:
OPS:: ::NOds::

FCO_Nichols:
::hits turbolift and orders it to the bridge::

CEOLefler:
EO: this better not be another damned drill

MO_Lea:
::Makes sure a nurse immediately cleans and sterilizes the nearby area::

XO_Wall:
CO: much better!

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
CEO: not sure

SO_Augustus:
CO: Nothing on long range  active or passive scanners

CEOLefler:
EO: Get the force fields up around the anti-matter pods. I'll take care of the warp core

MO_Lea:
CMO: Okay, may I try this again?

FCO_Nichols:
::Arrives at bridge to realize it was just a drill::

TO_Hawkes:
*CNS*: Acknowledged! ::In best Psion imitation::

CO_Grant:
XO: acknowledged

Nicke_:
ACTION: as the red alert drill continues the crew finds itself in the middle of the countryside in the middle of a battlefield .....

CMO_Matt:
::gives her a quizzical look:: MO: Sure, I just hope you're not poking me multiple times just for fun.

CEOLefler:
EO: If this is a drill I am going to kill someone

CO_Grant:
SO:acknowledged

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::raises force fields up around the anti-matter pods:: CEO: done

CIV_McLeod:
::examines controls and brings up a number of evasive maneuvers::

MO_Lea:
::Starts:: CMO: No, I just dropped that vial to give the nurse more to-- What?

CEOLefler:
::::looks around:::: Ummmmm, Where are we?

OPS_Lynam:
:;Looks around, astonished.::

XO_Wall:
Self: what the....?::

CNS_Jiosa:
Self: What the-

CIV_McLeod:
::appears and looks around, crouching as soon as he can::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::self:: Cool!

MO_Lea:
CMO: And no, I did not do this either..

OPS_Lynam:
Self:What the....?

Nicke_:
ACTION: as the crew looks around  , in the distance they can hear the sound of a battle cry and the sound of approaching horses

CMO_Matt:
::stands up:: MO: Uh...

CO_Grant:
XO: count noses, make sure we can account for everyone

CEOLefler:
EO: This is definitely not good

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::thinks back to the movie BraveHeart::

Gen_Lee:
::Rides his horse down a corridor slashing his sword to the left and right at crewmembers::

TO_Hawkes:
::Looks around for cover::

CEOLefler:
*CO* Sir, Are you somewhere you shouldn’t be right now?

MO_Lea:
::ducks::

XO_Wall:
All: take cover!!!

FCO_Nichols:
CO: What's going on?

FCO_Nichols:
::Runs to cover::

CO_Grant:
::Leads the way to some trees to take cover::

SO_Augustus:
::Reaches for phaser 1, takes bead and fires::

OPS_Lynam:
:;Dives to the side::

CMO_Matt:
::throws himself over Lea, to the ground::

CEOLefler:
EO: lets go

Gen_Lee:
::orders his musket-eers foward as he gets off his horse::

Nicke_:
ACTION: all around them lay the bodies of the dead and wounded....the crew grabs the weapons that have been left in haste on the ground

CEOLefler:
::Follows rest of Command crew::

CMO_Matt:
::helps her up and runs towards cover, picking up a sword in the process::

XO_Wall:
All: ::yells out:: anybody have a tricorder?

CO_Grant:
::grabs a sword, and pistol::

TO_Hawkes:
::Picks up a pistol & sword. Checks the caps::

CIV_McLeod:
::moves to the covered area:: self: hmm..projectile weapons?

Gen_Lee:
::swats his horse on the hind and scabbards his sword ... orders a handfull of soldiers to secure this valley::

CMO_Matt:
::gets a few pistols as well::

SO_Augustus:
:: reaches down for musket powder and ball satchels, and sword, runs toward ::

XO_Wall:
::grabs a sword::

CEOLefler:
::picks up a sword off the ground, and keeps running::

FCO_Nichols:
::grabs sword and follows the Captain::

OPS_Lynam:
::Recovers a sword and takes a few swings to get the balance.::

MO_Lea:
CMO: Thanks..

CIV_McLeod:
::takes a musket from a corpse::

CNS_Jiosa:
::picks up a  sword and gun, twirling the sword and repocketing her knife::

CO_Grant:
GENLEE: ::yelling:: Cease fire, we are not your enemy!

CMO_Matt:
::nods to the MO and runs to follow the Captain::

CO_Grant:
::Gestures to other crewmembers to not attack the riders & musketeers :;

Gen_Lee:
::looks off into the distance to see the Yankee flag waving ... orders his men to make sure that flag is down before sunset::

SO_Augustus:
::checks breach of weapon as runs::

CIV_McLeod:
::drops the broken musket and grabs a sword instead::

MO_Lea:
::Follows the CMO, without picking up a weapon::

CMO_Matt:
::loads both pistols::

Gen_Lee:
::takes out a map and surveys the layout of the City of Gettysburg::

CMO_Matt:
::stabs his sword in the ground and waits for orders::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::yells:: Na bean do'n chat gun lamhainn!!

XO_Wall:
::remains hidden duck behind a tree with a sword::

Nicke_:
ACTION: The men in old beat up uniforms press forward on the battle field oblivious to the crew that has appeared from no where

CNS_Jiosa:
::realizes who the man is:: Self: General Robert E. Lee the souths best general 

TO_Hawkes:
GEN: Sir, what day is it?

SO_Augustus:
::notice weapon is loaded,:: ALL: anyone need their weapon loaded?

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Sir, they don't seem to care about us.  Let's get out of the middle of this mess.

CO_Grant:
::from the lay of the land realizes the town is to the north:;

FCO_Nichols:
::finds CEO::

CO_Grant:
OPS: agreed,

CIV_McLeod:
:;examines the sword for clues::

XO_Wall:
All: ::repeats:: anybody have a tricorder?

Gen_Lee:
::looks a the Tactical Officer in disgust:: TO: Where is your musket, soldier!

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I know this place.  My father used to take us here when I was a kid.

Nicke_:
ACTION: in the distant the sound of cannon fire is heard 

MO_Lea:
XO:  I had one..before..this.  But it was not here when I appeared.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
Wall: I have my PADD

CO_Grant:
DELALL: head to the north, the town of Gettysburg is beyond most of the fighting

CMO_Matt:
::looks around in amazement::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Thats good. So what are we doing here? Are you ok?

TO_Hawkes:
GEN: LT Hawkes reporting sir! I  wasn't aware that officers would be carrying muskets today sir.

CNS_Jiosa:
::wow it appears i am in my  favorite time period::

MO_Lea:
Self: This is strange...

CMO_Matt:
::follows orders, following behind to make sure everyone is safe and following the Captain::

SO_Augustus:
CO: Aye sir, in a group or by sections?

Gen_Lee:
::frowns gravely:: TO: The yanks are certainly going to try to reinforce along this north ridge ... and if Cornwallis arrives ....

OPS_Lynam:
:;Follows the Captain::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I'm fine.  If we're lucky, we'll live to hear the Gettysburg Address.

MO_Lea:
::Follows the CMO::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: You heard the CO, shall we go?

CEOLefler:
CO; Has anyone checked to see if our equipment is still working. Are the comm-badges functionig and do we have any phasers or tricorders?

CNS_Jiosa:
::follows behind the civ::

TO_Hawkes:
::Thinks to self....Corwallis??!?::

CMO_Matt:
::turns back to the MO:: MO: You all right?

XO_Wall:
Mac: see if it works, use it perhaps?

Gen_Lee:
TO: Then why aren't you with your troops .... ::turns away from him:: ... SERGEANT!!! Make sure this Lieutenant finds his unit .....

CEOLefler:
FCO: After you my lady

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
:attempting to use his PADD::

CO_Grant:
ALL: In three groups, One led by XO, One by OPS, One by CEO

MO_Lea:
::Shakes her head but answers:: CMO: Yes, fine.

FCO_Nichols:
::heads toward Gettysburg::

CIV_McLeod:
::watches the field carefully as he follows along::

TO_Hawkes:
::Whispers to CO: Sir, if he's waiting for cornwallis...this isn't Gettysburg as we know it.

CO_Grant:
::Grabs the reins of a horse whose rider is fallen and jumps on::

CMO_Matt:
::keeps close to her, wielding one of the pistols::

MO_Lea:
::Looks around the scene in amazement::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Shall we?

CMO_Matt:
::bodies scattered everywhere, attempts to shield his gaze from it all by staring straight forward and walking::

Gen_Lee:
::watches the Sergeant drag the poorly dressed Lieutenant away::

CO_Grant:
TO: no this is odd

Nicke_:
ACTION: smoke fills the skies as the sound of musket fire fills the air

OPS_Lynam:
SO/EO: With me, lets go!

CO_Grant:
CEO: apparently none of our tools

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
Wall: it doesn't work

CMO_Matt:
TO: Where are you going!

Gen_Lee:
::watches his troops advancing on the Northern Ridge::

SO_Augustus:
OPS: Roger

CO_Grant:
::Points sword north and gestures forward::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::follows OPS::

XO_Wall:
Mac: ok ::sighs::

SO_Augustus:
::follows OpS and ENG::

CEOLefler:
CO: Great, well I suppose I should find a mount.

MO_Lea:
::Feels overwhelmed:: Self: This is what I missed...

CMO_Matt:
::runs after Hawkes::

OPS_Lynam:
::Leads the two off to one side then heads north, paralleling the CO::

CO_Grant:
::kicks horse into forward motion, twists to avoid a bullet::

CMO_Matt:
TO: Where are you going, Lieutenant?

TO_Hawkes:
CMO: Not far....

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: How far into the battle are we?

CIV_McLeod:
::mutters to himself about not studying up on 19th century warfare::

MO_Lea:
::Doesn't want to get left behind.  Catches up with CMO and TO::

CEOLefler:
::Leads his group though the outskirts to the right of the rest of the DEL crew

CMO_Matt:
::turns to make sure MO is keeping up, looks relieved:: MO: C'mon...

SO_Augustus:
::shoulders musket and hardware adjust Saber around his waist::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
OPS: look ::points:: over there, there's a farm house

TO_Hawkes:
CMO: I just want to get a look at the terrain. The muskets are about 1 mile off, and their range should only be about 80 yards.

MO_Lea:
::Just nods and picks up her pace a little::

Gen_Lee:
::heads over towards the farmhouse that has been set aside as his headquarters::

OPS_Lynam:
SO/EO: (Shouting) Remember guys, don't beat the North or we'll change history.  ::Smiles::

CMO_Matt:
TO: That General about had you deported to your 'unit.'  Watch yourself.

Gen_Lee:
::wonders what Meade is doing right now::

CNS_Jiosa:
::catches a beautiful , riderless black stallion by the rein, gets in the saddle and heads off towards the others::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
OPS: aye

XO_Wall:
TO/CNS: you come with me!

OPS_Lynam:
CO: (Shouting) Captain, a farmhouse!  :;Points off to the east::

CEOLefler:
CO: Sir recommend we head to "Little Round Top" As I recall the town itself is much too dangerous a place

TO_Hawkes:
XO: Aye sir. ::follows XO::

CMO_Matt:
::catches a runaway horse and mounts, holds his hand out to Lea::

CMO_Matt:
MO: Let's go, this will be quicker.

CIV_McLeod:
::finds a decent looking musket and picks it up, frowning slightly::

SO_Augustus:
OPS:  OK

MO_Lea:
::Is pulled stunned onto the horse::

CMO_Matt:
MO: Hold on! ::spurs horse to catch up with the Captain::

XO_Wall:
CNS: you ready to go?

TO_Hawkes:
::grabs a riderless horse, and mounts ::

FCO_Nichols:
::thinks about the "those who died here" line from A.L.'s speech.::

CNS_Jiosa:
XO: Yes this animal is magnificent::pats the horse::

Gen_Lee:
::goes over the retreat of Buford's Cavalry with some top staffers::

CO_Grant:
ALL: head north east to get beyond Union lines, shoot no one

CEOLefler:
CO: To the North of Town, ::Points North over the dim of battle::

MO_Lea:
::Holds on, keeping her eyes on the fallen soldiers rushing past her::

OPS_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
:: points towards new direction with sword::

Gen_Lee:
::checks over the reinforcements on MacPherson's ridge::

XO_Wall:
::gets on his horse, and goes heading northeast::

CO_Grant:
::rides northeast::

CNS_Jiosa:
::finds a colt revolver on the horse:: Self: Good condition and fully loaded

CMO_Matt:
::whispers back to Lea::

SO_Augustus:
OPS:  Let the CO know that we must at all cost stay away from the wheat field, it is the second most dangerous place.

OPS_Lynam:
:;heads off to the Northeast at a trot.::

CIV_McLeod:
::gets on a white horse and catches up to Grant at much as possible::

Nicke_:
ACTION: the crew moves quickly  northeast trying to avoid any shoot out as it may change history::

CEOLefler:
::Finally find horse and mounts, puts hand out for Nichols to climb on::

CMO_Matt:
MO: Look away, there's nothing you can do here, you can't attempt to change history.  Eyes forward...

OPS_Lynam:
SO: It's o.k. Ensign, we're heading away from it.  Glad you got a good grade in history.::

CO_Grant:
ALL:tell everyone we are medical people, not combatants

Gen_Lee:
::yells:: Hill: A.P. .... get your troops in the battle!

CIV_McLeod:
::nearly falls off the horse...his riding skills don't seem to be too good::

MO_Lea:
::Keeps looking, but the CMO's logic begins to sink in::

TO_Hawkes:
CO: Perhaps we should keep an eye out for any changes relative to the history we know.

CO_Grant:
::Sees dense concentrations of Union troops in line, they look tired and determined::

CMO_Matt:
::follows the Captain closely, moving carefully through the battlefield to keep out of range and site, as much as possible::

CO_Grant:
TO: Of course

FCO_Nichols:
::Grabs CEO's hands and gets on horse::

XO_Wall:
::rides right next to TO Hawkes::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Hold on!

SO_Augustus:
OPS:  If we are medical personnel we better get rid of these weapons.

CEOLefler:
::Breaks into a gallop towards cemetery ridge::

CO_Grant:
ALL: remember tell them we are not combatants, holster weapons

FCO_Nichols:
::Puts hands around Lefler's waist and looks over his shoulder for sight of the Captain::

SO_Augustus:
OPS: All of them

Gen_Lee:
::checks I Corps positions against his battle map::

CMO_Matt:
::dumps powder and balls out of pistols and then tosses the two pistols away, keeping the saber at his side::

TO_Hawkes:
::Holsters weapons. Surveys battlefield for historical anomalies::

OPS_Lynam:
SO: Good call, although I hate giving up our protection.  ::Drops sabre.::

CIV_McLeod:
::puts away rifle and sword::

SO_Augustus:
::drops his musket and hardware, elects to retain sword::

CO_Grant:
::upto nearest union position and gestures to be allowed through:: UNIONTROOPS: we are medical personnel allow us to pass!

OPS_Lynam:
EO: Drop your weapons, act harmless.::

CNS_Jiosa:
::gets rid of the rifle, but put the colt revolver in a saddlebag, holds the sword so no one can see it::

Gen_Lee:
::sends a runner to check in with Stuart and his Cavalry::

MO_Lea:
::Reflexively keeps her legs wrapped tightly around the horses middle.  Murmurs::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
OPS: not carrying any

XO_Wall:
TO: ::chuckles:: well you asked back on the bridge how my AT was, I tell you now Id rally be back at that colony about now instead of here...

CMO_Matt:
::glances back to Lea:: MO: Are you doing okay now?

MO_Lea:
::Nods::

CO_Grant:
::puts his sword in scabbard, salutes a major in passing through the union lines::

TO_Hawkes:
XO: Aside from the fact that this is my 'pet' battle in histroy...agreed!

OPS_Lynam:
::Arrives at the Union lines, smiles at the troops, acts non-chalant::

CMO_Matt:
::wishes that they could communicate more easily, keeps his attention on the Captain and their path through the Union troops::

Gen_Lee:
::orders Lieutenant General Ewell's troops off their lines to move into a gap on McPherson's Ridge::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: My dad always said that this war would come alive to me someday.  Boy was he right.

CIV_McLeod:
::rides along, saying nothing but looking thoughtful::

TO_Hawkes:
::Looks at the Corp badges on the Union troops, to get an idea for the day of battle bases on their possitions::

XO_Wall:
CO: looks like your getting your time away from ship?

CEOLefler:
FCO: :Smiles:: Your not kidding. If you want we can head right into battle and I can try to show off to you and get us both killed? Sound good?

CO_Grant:
DR LAIIRON,DrLEa: You start the field care, the rest of us are to help you.

Gen_Lee:
::watches Pettigrew's brigade flank Meredith's and thinks they will take MacPherson's Ridge shortly::

CO_Grant:
XO: Not what I expected

CNS_Jiosa:
co: we cant have them try and save anybody till we know what happens

CMO_Matt:
CO: Can we do that?  Wouldn't that interfere with the space-time continuum?

XO_Wall:
CO: ::laughs::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: You don't want to go there. ::squeezes him slightly:: It's not funny.

CIV_McLeod:
::nods in agreement with CNS and CMO::

XO_Wall:
CO: so we are taking this as the real, we have traveled back in time somehow?

OPS_Lynam:
::catches his breath, glad the SO and EO made it.::

CEOLefler:
::Rides up to Captain: CO: Sir, recommend we re-group and try to figure out how we got here before we involve ourselves in anything local

CNS_Jiosa:
XO/CO: We have to treat this as real until we know it isnt for sure]

CO_Grant:
DRLAIIRON: you can help the wounded but can't use any more medical knowledge than is present for the day

CMO_Matt:
CO: I suggest we get as far away from the battle as we can.  It' snot safe here.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
OPS: this is so cool!

CO_Grant:
CMO: that would be tough, not safe until half way to Harrisburg

CMO_Matt:
CO: Such intrusion on these lives could drastically alter the expanse of time.  Those who die here die for their country, without our interference, we can do no such thing as assist them.

OPS_Lynam:
CO: I don't know sir.  Present medical knowledge is pretty limited.  Are we prepared to start cutting off limbs?

CO_Grant:
CMO: even there was some calvary action

CEOLefler:
CO: Whatever anomaly brought us here might be temporary. I do not believe we should waste any time

CIV_McLeod:
CO: Sir, anything we do might adversely affect the future, if this is truly the Civil War. Even the least important soldier has his place and fate in history.

MO_Lea:
::Swallows with difficulty and tries to speak loud enough for the CO to hear:: CO: Captain, I agree with Doctor Laiiron. Even the lightest first aid assistance would not be offered without our presence.  A single life, or a single action can have an irrevocable effect.

OPS_Lynam:
EO: You have a strange sense of adventure Lt.

CEOLefler:
CO: And besides, has it occurred to any one that if we are all here, then who is on the Delphyne?

XO_Wall:
CNS: agreed! we need to find out if this is the real thing? and not just some holographic thing?

CO_Grant:
CMO: Just look like you are providing comfort

CO_Grant:
CMO: those to die will still die

CMO_Matt:
CO: What if we save a life who should have died, and in turn their ancestor becomes a man who destroys the entire world before the Federation is able to be born?  It's drastic, but it is possible.

CNS_Jiosa:
::tries to get a reading from the soldiers to see if they are real::

MO_Lea:
::Pales::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
OPS: I've read about the U.S. Civil War, but to be actually here!1

CO_Grant:
CMO: kindness will not be a problem

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
CO: I think the black box has something to do with this

OPS_Lynam:
EO: Well remember this then 'cause we're leaving asap.  And keep your head down or you'll go home a limb short.

CO_Grant:
SO: look for signs of Odd scientific phenomenon like odd sky or electrical discharges

CMO_Matt:
CO: Saving will.  I don't think anyone of us is able to 'pretend' to help and injured soldier as they suffer and die in this bloodbath.

CEOLefler:
EO: Mac, see if any of the Science or Medical officers still have their tricorders, and see if you can find a phaser from a Tac officer as well

Gen_Lee:
::surveys the Union lines and notes they are anchored at Cemetery Hill but don't extend very far south along Cemetery Ridge::

CEOLefler:
EO: we have to see if we can get them working

CO_Grant:
CMO: without tools you will just do your best

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
CEO: aye

CEOLefler:
FCO: How are you doing back there Hun?

CNS_Jiosa:
CO/XO: I can't get a clear reading off of them, they could be real, or fake I cant tell for sure

CMO_Matt:
CO: I won't kneel and watch someone die in front of me.  I'm not willing to do it.  If you want to pretend to be of service, fine, but I won't.

CO_Grant:
XO: Just in case this is a holodeck mixup help me with attempting to access the arch

Gen_Lee:
::decides to seize upon the opportunity and orders General _Longstreet_ to move on the left flank of the Union line::

XO_Wall:
TO: see if you can make heads or tails of this also work with CNS

MO_Lea:
::Takes a deep breath::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I'm okay.  Just trying to figure out what could have started all of this.

CO_Grant:
CMO: HELP WITH WHAT YOU HAVE IF ONLY TO CORRECT BAD BREATH

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
SO: got a tricorder?

CO_Grant:
XO: Shall we try?

CMO_Matt:
::touches Lea's hands, offering reassurance::

CNS_Jiosa:
::guides the horse over to the TO::

XO_Wall:
CO: aye ::makes way over to the Capt::

CIV_McLeod:
::watches field carefully::

SO_Augustus:
EO_Mac:  Yes, it isn't working though.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
SO: may I have it?

CO_Grant:
::prepares to yell above the din of battle::

CMO_Matt:
::turns his head sharply, jaw clenched, as if the Captain had given him a physical blow::

CO_Grant:
COMPUTER: ARCH!

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: Something is so wrong here, but I can't figure out what.

OPS_Lynam:
CNS: Counselor, you'd better get off the horse.  You make a good target up there.

CMO_Matt:
::speaks with a growing malice:: CO: Aye, SIR.

Gen_Lee:
_<Col Johnston> Lee: General, I have just returned_ from a recon and I must report that Little Round Top and Big Round Top along with a sizable southern stretch of Cemetery Ridge are unoccupied!

CEOLefler:
FCO: We'll figure it out. We always do

XO_Wall:
CO: we don't know if we are even on the Delphyne?

CO_Grant:
COMPUTER: FREEZE PROGRAM and OPEN EXIT!

CNS_Jiosa:
::makes the horse rear on its hind leg and kick at Lynam, missing of course:: OPS: Opps...

CMO_Matt:
::jumps off the horse:: MO: You stay there, I won't allow you to do the "Captain's" dirty business.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
SO: may I have it?

MO_Lea:
::Nods::

FCO_Nichols:
::Looks at the sky to check for sun and any stars possibly showing::

Gen_Lee:
::takes in the information and orders Longstreet to march his two divisions south and then to attack northeast up Emmitsburg Road to strike the southern Union flank on Cemetery Ridge::

SO_Augustus:
EO_Mac:  Sure, but if you break it you bought it!

CEOLefler:
FCO: Lets get off this horse and see if we can get this problem solved::

CMO_Matt:
::kneels down next to a dying soldier, his pants becoming saturated instantly with blood::

OPS_Lynam:
::Dodges away from the horse then looks at the counselor.::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::takes tricorder::

CEOLefler:
::Slides off and hold hands up to help Nichols down::

CMO_Matt:
::pretends to be of service, but watches helplessly as the man coughs up blood, his life draining away::

CO_Grant:
XO: I don't see anything happening

XO_Wall:
<Computer>: Computer!!

FCO_Nichols:
::slides of horse and moans and "saddle soreness"::

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::runs to MO and CMO:: CMO/MO: any of you have any tricorders?

CMO_Matt:
::his face pales and his eyes fill with tears and terror as the man dies horribly in front of him::

MO_Lea:
::Shakes her head::

XO_Wall:
CO: we might not even be on the Delphyne?

FCO_Nichols:
<whispers>::I could have sworn that it takes longer to get sore from riding a stupid horse::

TO_Hawkes:
::checks soldiers' faces for any 'repeats' that would indicate a holo-program::

CMO_Matt:
::grips the man's shirt, his eyes clenched shut::

CEOLefler:
::As he helps Nichols off horse They come face to face with eachother...Lefler hold her there for a couple of heart beats::

Gen_Lee:
_::sends word to A.P. Hill's_ Corps to prepare to follow Longstreets assault with an attack on the Union center::

TO_Hawkes:
XO: What were the indications on the planet that the colonists were holo?

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
CMO: tricorder?

FCO_Nichols:
::smiles into CEO's eyes::

CNS_Jiosa:
::tries to "pick" anything for the surviving soldiers minds::

CEOLefler:
FCO: Ummm, Sorry ::Lefler lets Nichols go::

CIV_McLeod:
::digs his toe into the dirt to see if it's real::

SO_Augustus:
:: surveys the surronding area::

CMO_Matt:
::looks up at the EO, tears in his eyes:: EO: No.

OPS_Lynam:
CNS: Lt.  Get off the horse. NOW.  That would be an order Lieutenant.

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
MO: you?

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: Wait, I know what's wrong.

FCO_Nichols:
MO: Lea! Where are you?

MO_Lea:
::Again shakes her head::

CEOLefler:
FCO: What is it?

CMO_Matt:
::stands up, turns to Lea, his face streaked with blood and tears::

Gen_Lee:
_::wonders if Ewell_'s Corps would be able to assault Cemetery Hill and Culp's Hill from the north once _Longstreet_ began the fight::

MO_Lea:
::With effort:: ~~~~FCO: Here..~~~~

EO_MacPherson-Quest:
::runs to TAC:: TAC: do you have a phaser?

CNS_Jiosa:
::glares at the OPS, his time will come, swings down off the horse right in front of lynam::

FCO_Nichols:
CEO: I don't feel anything.

CMO_Matt:
::wipes his eyes:: MO: I can't do this...

MO_Lea:
::Bites her lip::

CO_Grant:
XO: Let's try it together, On three, we both yell COMputer: freeze program!

CO_Grant:
XO:ONE

FCO_Nichols:
::Finds Lea and runs to her dragging the CEO along::

CO_Grant:
XO: TWO

SO_Augustus:
EO_Mac:  I got one it doesn't work.:: holds out phaser::

FCO_Nichols:
NO: I can't sense any of this!  It's like it's not real!

CO_Grant:
XO:THREE, COMPUTER:FREEZE program

XO_Wall:
<computer>: Computer freez program!!!

Nicke_:
ACTION: the scene suddenly stops and the the crew find themselves where they were prior to the Red Alert drill......

Nicke_:
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