USS Delphyne 10007.31

Nicke:
<><><><><><><><><RESUME MISSION<><><><><><><><><><><

CSO_KBeth:
::At science station 1 passively scanning the cardassian wargames::

CO_Grant:
::on the bridge::

MO_Matt:
::looking through a stack of various PADDS at his desk in sickbay::

SO_Tarrez:
At Science Lab

XO_Lynam:
::On the bridge::

FCO_B`lee:
::sits at the Flight Controls maintaining a parallel course with the Cardassian War Games area::

OPS_Hawkes:
::At OPS on the Bridge checking the replicator files for Kanar ::

CIV_McLeod:
::in the lounge, sipping on a cup of coffee::

CMO_Lea:
::Asleep, sitting up in her bed::

ACNS-Duarte:
CSO: So what will it be ?

TO_Nichols:
::picks up PADD with Jiosa evidence loaded and heads to the bridge::

CSO_KBeth:
ACNS:I'm sorry...what?

MO_Matt:
::checks the chronometer. where IS she?::

CTO_Psion:
::At tactical::

CO_Grant:
OPS: have you picked out which ship is the cardassian control ship yet?

MO_Matt:
::walks out of sickbay to his old quarter's doors, strange nostalgia at not having the room anymore::

MO_Matt:
::hits the door chime and waits patiently::

ACNS-Duarte:
::if she is the CSO she can't really be that dumb can she???:: CSO: Dane or myself of are you willing to bet Jiosa will walk through those doors in 24 hours ?

CMO_Lea:
::Starts awake::

CIV_McLeod:
::reads the news on a PADD::

CMO_Lea:
Door: Who is it? ::Groggily::

MO_Matt:
::hits the chime again::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: The _Varden_ , a Galor Type 3 warship.

CMO_Lea:
::Stands up and rubs her eyes::

MO_Matt:
CMO: Your friendly neighborhood doctor.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Pull up information on Galor Type 3 Warships.

TO_Nichols:
::enters turbolift::

CMO_Lea:
Door: Open.

TO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: Acknowledged, I'll be on the bridge momentarily.

MO_Matt:
::looks into the dim lighted room, walks slowly in:: CMO: Hey, you all right?  You've missed at least one shift, I started to get worried.

CIV_McLeod:
::hums to himself as he reads::

CSO_KBeth:
ACNS:Okay...I'll wait for the CNS Jiosa to come back.  I've been meaning to talk to her anyway.  Now, do you mind?  I have to read these scans for Tac.  ::smiles sweetly:: Thanx...

MO_Matt:
CMO: Uh, I mean, we all started to get worried.  I thought I'd check up on you.

TO_Nichols:
::enters bridge and heads to Tac 2::

Nicke:
ACTION: the Varden suddenly pulls away from the others in what appears to be evasive maneuvers, the other ships quickly follow suit......all still appears "normal"

CO_Grant:
OPS: acknowledged

CMO_Lea:
::Blinks several times trying to clear her stil blurry visions:: Computer: Light, half.

FCO_B`lee:
::cracks his knuckles and stretches out his arms as the ship practically flies itself::

CMO_Lea:
::Looks blankly at Laiiron a moment, then startled:: MO: What time is it?

MO_Matt:
CMO: Time for your shift again...are you feeling okay Julian?

CO_Grant:
OPS: COntact the Varden, tell them we are official Federation Observers. We want to talk to the OIC, Officer in charge, of the exercise

FCO_B`lee:
::adjusts course slightly to maintain at least 60,000 km from the nearest vessel::

TO_Nichols:
::pulls up Galor type 3 Warship information::

ACNS-Duarte:
::leans against console next to CSO:: CSO: So you got info on counselor Jiosa that your not sharing with the rest of the crew, tsk,tsk,tsk, ::sees her puzzele glance:: the third option it only if she will be back in 24 hours

MO_Matt:
::stands at the foot of her bed, once his own::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye aye sir!

CIV_McLeod:
::looks out the window to see if he can see any other ships::

TO_Nichols:
CTO: Information is up sir.

CMO_Lea:
::Shakes her head to clear it, then smiles:: MO: Yes, I was just, ah, ::Looks at the PADD on her pillow:: working on some reports..

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Thank you.

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Varden: Varden, this is the U.S.S. Delphyne, Official Federations Observers. Please patch us through to you OIC.

CMO_Lea:
MO: Sorry, I'm still a little foggy from sleep.  I missed a shift?

CSO_KBeth:
::quietly sighs and wonders what gods she ticked off to deserve the ACNS::

TO_Nichols:
::turns and sets PADD beside Tac 1::

TO_Nichols:
CTO: This is the updated information on our missing Counselor.

MO_Matt:
::smiles, knowing all too well the exhaustive reports that the CMO has to go through:: CMO: Or two, I'm not positive.  Do you need anything?  Anything I can do to help?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  My gratitude.

FCO_B`lee:
::taps his fingers nonchalantly at the controls ... wonders when cute chameloid waitress in the Legend Lounge gets off::

CIV_McLeod:
::yawns and puts down the PADD::

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles:: MO: Well, a shower and a tylenol--but I think I'll manage myself.   Thank you.

CMO_Lea:
MO: I'll see you in sickbay in about fifteen minutes

MO_Matt:
::smiles back:: CMO: That works, seeya then. ::turns and leaves::

CTO_Psion:
::Scans the Cardassian ships::

TO_Nichols:
::reads the rest of the Warship information::

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  How many ships total are you scanning?

FCO_B`lee:
::checks the course of the Cardassian vessel and searches for ionization residue for their previous courses::

MO_Matt:
::re-enters sickbay and resumes going over the information at his desk::

CO_Grant:
CTO: when we approach the Cardassian ship, varden, monitor for transmissions, transporter activity. Just to be safe

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm: Varden: This is the Federation Starship Delphyne. We are official observers of this fleet excercise. Captian Grant would like to speak to your OIC. Over.

FCO_B`lee:
::begins to lean forward over his console as his eyelids flutter slightly::

MO_Matt:
::compares information and diagnostics on his monitor with information on the PADD::

CMO_Lea:
::Takes a quick sonic shower, dons a fresh uniform, and dusts the dust off her pips::

ACNS-Duarte:
::waits patiently for the CSO to answer::

CSO_KBeth:
CTO:I read 15 ships off the starboard ::pushes ACNS off of the console:: and 7 off of port

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye.

MO_Matt:
Self: Yeah, that would work...

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  Acknowledged.

FCO_B`lee:
::lets out a shallow snore as he sits up at his station::

ACNS-Duarte:
::falls making a loud thump for everyone to hear, cracks head on a console::

MO_Matt:
::looks around sickbay, comparing a third view of the deck::

CSO_KBeth:
*SO*:Can you bring up the schematics of the Cardassian scanning system?

MO_Matt:
::looks at the chronometer again, then the door to sickbay::

MO_Matt:
*SO*: Ms. Tarrez, report to sickbay for your physical as soon as possible.

SO_Tarrez:
*CSO*:On my way

CIV_McLeod:
::walks over to the window, and looks out::

CO_Grant:
OPS: no response to our hails?

CMO_Lea:
::Grabs her necklace from the jewelry 'box' and runs out the door::

SO_Tarrez:
*MO*:Be there in ten minutes

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Negative response to our hails sir.

MO_Matt:
*SO*: Acknowledged.

CSO_KBeth:
::looks over at ACNS:: ACNS:Are you all right?

FCO_B`lee:
::head begins to fall forward until his chin touches his chest and snores ligthly::

SO_Tarrez:
::Walks out of Science lab and goes to the bridge::

XO_Lynam:
ACNS/CSO: Is there a problem over there? ::

TO_Nichols:
::sets tac 2 for transporter scans::

CMO_Lea:
::Pauses to fasten the chain around her neck, then walks into sickbay::

CSO_KBeth:
XO:I think the ACNS fell down.

MO_Matt:
::looks over his still-in-process article:: Self: I have got to get this experiment finished..

ACNS-Duarte:
::touches the back of the head, blood not a lot, but enought:: CSO: I'll be fine 

MO_Matt:
::looks up and smiles:: CMO: Welcome back, Doctor.

CO_Grant:
OPS: tell them nicely that we will rendezvous with their flagship Varden  shortly  for a brief meeting.

CO_Grant:
FCO: set course to intercept the Varden, Warp 3

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye aye sir.

FCO_B`lee:
::starts and snorts:: CO: Wha? Huh?

CMO_Lea:
::Takes a quick, encompasing glance of the main bay, then catches Laiiron's eye and smiles:: MO: Why thank you.

CSO_KBeth:
ACNS:Ens, I want you to report immediately to sick bay and have that taken care of.  That's an order.

FCO_B`lee:
::looks around the bridge confused and shakes his head to clear it:: CO: Oh .. ummm ... yes, sir. Intercept course set ... warp 3.

CO_Grant:
FCO: Intercept the Varden, warp 3.

XO_Lynam:
ACNS: Are you feeling alright?  Maybe you should report to sickbay and get your inner ears checked.

CMO_Lea:
::Sets down the PADD she brought with her and links it to the computer. Downloads the finished reports into the datebase::

ACNS-Duarte:
::stands up:: CO: Yes sir ::enters TL::

FCO_B`lee:
::nods at the CO::

SO_Tarrez:
::Exits tl and head toward the CSO:: CSO:Here is the schematics of the Cardassian scanning system.

MO_Matt:
::stands, taking the padd with him:: CMO: I hope you're feeling better.  Ensign Tarrez will be reporting soon for her physical.

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Varden: This is the Federation Starship Delphyne. We are official observers. We will rendezvous with you shortly.

TO_Nichols:
::locates and locks scans on the Varden::

ACNS-Duarte:
TL: Sickbay ::tl begins to move::

MO_Matt:
CMO: I already finished the new CEO's physical, so this should be the last for a while.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: The Varden has been alerted.

MO_Matt:
::walks over, looking over the information on the padd::

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Thanx SO.  WHy don't you take over science station 2 ::points to the station where the ACNS just left::

CMO_Lea:
MO: Yes..

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Status report on the Jiosa investigation.

CO_Grant:
::Observes the viewer as the Delphyne enters the wargames area::

FCO_B`lee:
::begins a slow turn bringing the ship into the Cardassian War Games area towards the Varden:: CO: Captain, we're now entering the Cardassian War Games Zone ....

ACNS-Duarte:
::tl stops, exit tl and heads to Sickbay::

TO_Nichols:
Psion: Transporter scans ready sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::stares out the window, looking for ships::

CMO_Lea:
MO: Approximately how long do you think Ensign Tarrez's "soon" will be?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Run a continuous scan.

SO_Tarrez:
CSO:Was working on a few test of the new probe and now I need to report to sickbay

ACNS-Duarte:
::enter sickbay and looks around for the staff::

Nicke:
ACTION: the cardassian ships slowly begin encircling the Delphyne...........................

CSO_KBeth:
SO: Okay...did the probe work?

MO_Matt:
CMO: I've also been looking over the possibility of upgrading sickbay with a small medical lab.  I got this information from the Starbase, and I've been looking over the diagnostics of the ship.  I think it's very possible, and with your approval, I think we should make a formal request to the Captain sometime soon.

XO_Lynam:
CTO: Maintain a power level scan on all cardassian vessels, if they power up any thing, even the sonic showers, I want to know about it.

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Yes, Ma'am!

CO_Grant:
CTO: Looks like we got their attention

MO_Matt:
CMO: She should be here in about five minutes.

CO_Grant:
OPS: hail the Varden again,

CO_Grant:
CTO: yellow alert

CTO_Psion:
CO:  The Delphyne is as tactically ready as possible.  Yet I must note a severe improbability of any successful engagement.

XO_Lynam:
CO: ::Quietly:: Are you sure we want to be here right now?

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir! Message?

MO_Matt:
::turns around to the doors:: ACNS: Hello...you're the acting Counselor, right?  How can I help you?

CTO_Psion:
*ALL*  Yellow alert!

TO_Nichols:
CTO: Aye sir, continuous scan

CIV_McLeod:
::notices the ships around the Delph, and frowns::

Nicke:
<VARDEN> Delphyne: This is the Varden , how may we assist you?

FCO_B`lee:
::frowns slightly:: Self: Maybe we should be meeting them outside the war games area ...

TO_Nichols:
::sets for yellow alert::

CO_Grant:
XO: we need to complet the mission

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Alert me of all department head responses.

CMO_Lea:
MO: Understood.

MO_Matt:
::looks at the flashing yellow on the consoles::

ACNS-Duarte:
MO: That's correct, CSO shoved me off a console, hit the back of my head on anothe one...

Nicke:
<Varden> care to join in our little games Delphyne?? 

OPS_Hawkes:
::patches the incoming comm to main speakers::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: do you need to assist you here or do you want me to report to SB?

TO_Nichols:
CTO: Aye sir.

CSO_KBeth:
SO: Sick bay will have to wait.  I want you here on the bridge during the yellow alert.  I'll clear it through the MO

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: How nice to talk to you at last. We have been observing your wargames. The Cardassian fleet seems to adjusted to Dominion withdrawal very well.

SO_Tarrez:
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MO_Matt:
::helps her over to a biobed:: ACNS: Just take a seat and let me do a few sans.

SO_Tarrez:
::heads to science station 2

SO_Tarrez:
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Nicke:
COMM:<Varden>Capt: yes indeed captain. Enjoying alittle play time... i state again>.would you care to join us? 

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  Can you scan for any Breen technology aboard these vessels?

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: We are official observers of your wargames from the Federation. we are not here to overtly interfere with your exercise but we were asked to examine it.

FCO_B`lee:
::thinks the Captain should keep the word "withdrawal" out of the conversation::

Nicke:
COMM:Delpyyne: observe away then if that is what makes you and your federatino happy

MO_Matt:
::picks up a tricorder and intitiates preliminary scans::

MO_Matt:
ACNS: So what happened exactly?

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: We could join you for a while. I want to invite the OIC and your staff to dinner aboard my ship.

CSO_KBeth:
CTO:Scanning.  SO, here are the frequencies we are looking for.  ::uploads them to Sci Station 2::

CIV_McLeod:
::goes back to his PADD and looks up the ship's scanning information::

ACNS-Duarte:
::get up a biobed, begins to ramble:: MO: I was physically assaulted by our CSO, I wasn't aware assault was now a acceptable for Starfleet officer, 

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: and send a small team of observers aboard your ship to meet with you.

Nicke:
COMMM:Delphyne: dinner? how "quaint"... i will discuss it with my officers., Im sure they would be delighted to join you...

Nicke:
COMM: Delphyne: Observers/?? for what purpose??

FCO_B`lee:
::chuckles and whispers under his breath:: OPS: Guess who's coming to dinner ...

CSO_KBeth:
::looks over at FCO and grins::

MO_Matt:
::frowns a little:: ACNS: Hmm...

OPS_Hawkes:
FCO: ::Smiles back::

SO_Tarrez:
::begins to analyze the frequencies::

MO_Matt:
::looks to see what the CMO is doing::

CMO_Lea:
::Tries to complete her compilation of ideas, but can't help overhearing the MO and ACNS in the process::

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: TO observe of course. I have heard much of the vaunted tactical expertise of senior Cardassian officers and their staff.

CSO_KBeth:
SO:I'll take the right quadrant if you'll scan the left.

TO_Nichols:
~~CTO~~: All clear so far.  ::continues scans and working tac 2::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO:ok

CMO_Lea:
::Moves an item from the top of the list to the bottom on her PADD::

MO_Matt:
::picks out a hypospray and a dermal regenerator out of the medkit::

ACNS-Duarte:
Self: Elitist bunch up there no one even batted an eye.... no wonder the CNS went missing...

SO_Tarrez:
::begins to scan::

XO_Lynam:
::Loves the way the Captain is working so hard to get his XO onto a potentially hostile ship.::

MO_Matt:
ACNS: Let's not be rash, Counselor.  I'm sure it was an innocent accident, and if not, security will handle it.

CSO_KBeth:
*CMO*:Dr., the SO has been delayed for a few moments.  I need her on the bridge with me right now.  Can her physical be delayed?

CO_Grant:
XO: You and a tacitical officer would be the logical choice.

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Acknowledged.  In addition to transporter scans, scan for communications jamming.

FCO_B`lee:
::swivels back in his seat:: CO: Captain, I believe there is a supply of Romulan Ale aboard ... it may make the night go more ....... smoothly.

Nicke:
COMM: Delphyne:  oh is that a fact? welll this senior staff is  of the top classes... but we don’t  know if you'd enjoy the view from here as much as from where you are now captain

MO_Matt:
::administers the hypospray, starts to use the dermal regenerator to heal over the cut on the back of her head::

CIV_McLeod:
::watches the scans carefully::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Obviously.

ACNS-Duarte:
MO: It's hard not to be, after I witness a even more violent assault from the same person on the StarBase

CMO_Lea:
::Cringes:: Self: How did I know...  ::Speaks up:: CSO: Yes, I suppose. Please keep it on top of her agenda, though.  Captain Grant likes results promptly.

CO_Grant:
FCO: acknowledged but OPS is supposed to have some kanar available for our guests

TO_Nichols:
CTO: All department heads have finally checked in.  They are a little slow down stairs sir.

FCO_B`lee:
::nods and shrugs moving back to his console::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Agreed.

CTO_Psion:
::Scans for weapons signatures::

CSO_KBeth:
*CMO*:Will do...as soon as we're done I'll send her down, thanx.

FCO_B`lee:
::remembers the last time he drank kanar ... vaguely::

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: I would be sending my XO the dashing and diplomatic Commander Lynam and an excellent aide to visit you until dinner time

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Anything on the scans?

Nicke:
COMM: delphyne: taht will not be necassary captain 

TO_Nichols:
::makes note to request department response drills after the mission's completion::

MO_Matt:
ACNS: If she's having violent tendencies, mabye you should...heh, nevermind, I don't think I should be counseling the counselor.  ::stops the regenerator::

CIV_McLeod:
::stands and walks to the TL::

MO_Matt:
ACNS: There, you should be as good as new.  I'm guessing the Captain needs you on the bridge, but that's just instincts. ::grins::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO:Nothing here

CO_Grant:
COMM: well we won't push the matter, we will see you for dinner at 1800 hours then

CIV_McLeod:
TL: engineering, please

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Good.  Try these frequencies also ::uploads a new batch to her station::

Nicke:
COMM: Delhyne: excellent captain  I..we  look forward to it

CO_Grant:
COMM:VARDEN: We will withdraw from your wargame area and ships until then

FCO_B`lee:
::plays absentmindedly with the flight controls::

MO_Matt:
::starts to pack away the items back into the medkit::

CSO_KBeth:
CTO: Scans show negative for any Breen technology

ACNS-Duarte:
::gives the MO a quick bright smile: MO: It's very nice to see that the medical department still has some honor left in it ::gets up and heads to exit::

CO_Grant:
OPS: close channel. Thank them for their consideration

SO_Tarrez:
::begins to scan new frequencies::

FCO_B`lee:
::begins to key in the course away from the Varden:: CO: ...engaging that course, Captain.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir.

CMO_Lea:
::Walks into her office for a bit of quiet::

CTO_Psion:
CSO/SO:  Would there be any method to initiate a pulse that would interrupt their ship to ship communications if needed?

CIV_McLeod:
::rides down the TL::

OPS_Hawkes:
Comm:Varden: Thank you! Delphyne out. ::Cuts transmission::

CO_Grant:
FCO: slowly withdraw us back to the perimeter of their war game area

MO_Matt:
::watches her leave:: Self: Yeah, I suppose it is.

FCO_B`lee:
::wonders how fast the Captain's idea of slow is ... warp 3 works good for him. Engages::

SO_Tarrez:
CTO:not to my knowledge  ::looks at CSO::

MO_Matt:
::puts away the medkit and checks to make sure he sent the physical report of CEO to the Captain::

OPS_Hawkes:
*Sickbay*: If possible, could one of you evaluate the inebriating effects of Kanar on Cardassian?

CIV_McLeod:
::steps off the TL and goes to an engineering station::

CO_Grant:
:: observes image of the cardassian ships becoming smaller ::

CSO_KBeth:
CTO/SO:Weeelll, actually there is something.  ::lowers voice:: it's not exactly protocol....

ACNS-Duarte:
::exits SB and heads to TL::

MO_Matt:
::sticks his head into the CMO's office:: CMO: You want to answer that?

CO_Grant:
XO: they did not want to extend an invitation to join them on their command ship. Plan B, the dinner it will be

CMO_Lea:
MO: Yeah.. *OPS*: I'll research it and send the results your way.

FCO_B`lee:
::resumes parabollic course outside the Cardassian War Games area::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Aww shucks.  Well, better luck next time.  ::Smiles::

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  Explain.

OPS_Hawkes:
*CMO*: Thanks

ACNS-Duarte:
::snaps her fingers:: Self:: Forgot, ::heads back to Sickbay::

SO_Tarrez:
::looks interestingly at CSO::

CIV_McLeod:
::checks some information, then heads back to the TL::

ACNS-Duarte:
::enters Sickbay once again::

MO_Matt:
::stands in her office doorway with PADD in hand:: CMO: So what do you think about this lab idea?  I'm sure we've talked about it, at least once.

CMO_Lea:
::Finds it a little difficult to concentrate.  Files the PADD away in one of the desk drawers::

CSO_KBeth:
CTO: If we flood the area with neutron particles and then dump our entire communications array into it the result would be like ripples on a pond.  The rings would expand further and further disrupting everything.

XO_Lynam:
CO: Shall send word to the galley to expect some dinner guests?

CO_Grant:
CTO,CSO: go over your data that we picked up. See if up close our sensor logs hold any more info on the cardassian ships. Particularily any new energy signatures

CIV_McLeod:
::gets back in TL and rides to his quarters::

CMO_Lea:
::Stands up:: MO: I think it would be..a prudent course and set of prevention. ::Smiles::

CTO_Psion:
CO:  Aye sir.

CO_Grant:
XO: make it so

CMO_Lea:
::Walks to the door::

MO_Matt:
::smiles back, steps out of the way as she walks out:: CMO: Efficent, that's good.

ACNS-Duarte:
::sees CMO at her officer door:: CMO: A moment of your time please..

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Aye sir.  SO:Why don't you take this one.  Here is the data we've collected so far and here are the known energy signals.

TO_Nichols:
::looks to CTO for further orders::

OPS_Hawkes:
::continues monitoring Cardassian communications for anything of tactical interest.::

SO_Tarrez:
::helps with the analyzes::

XO_Lynam:
::Accesses the library computer and reads a bit on Cardassian cuisine.  Becomes even more glad he wasn't sent to their ship.  Sends instructions to the galley for preparing the evening meal.::

FCO_B`lee:
::notes a spot of dust on his console and wonders where the bridge crew keeps there cleaning products::

CIV_McLeod:
::yawns and enters his room, moving to the terminal::

CMO_Lea:
MO: Yes..  Just a moment.   ::Steps out of her office and approaches the ACNS:: ACNS: Counselor Duarte, a pleasure to finally meet you.  ::Extends a hand::

FCO_B`lee:
::watches the Chief Tactical Officer go off the bridge and shrugs::

ACNS-Duarte:
::shakes her hand:: CMO: The pleasure is all mine I assure you

CO_Grant:
OPS: anything in those messages about drones to fire on?

TO_Nichols:
::begins data reanalysis::

CMO_Lea:
ACNS: Now, how may I help you?

CO_Grant:
OPS: if you do forward the co-ordinates and type of targets to TAC and SCI so that we can "Observe the test Fire"

MO_Matt:
::walks into the sickbay proper, over to the wall where the medical laboratory could be installed. looks over some more information on the PADD::

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: Aye sir. Will do.

ACNS-Duarte:
ACNS: I needed to talk to you  about some private matters, ::looks around:: you office perhaps ?

CTO_Psion:
TO:  You have tactical.  Report any significant changes in status.

TO_Nichols:
::looks up to see the CTO reenter the bridge::

TO_Nichols:
CTO: Aye sir.

CTO_Psion:
::Moves to Sci 1::

CIV_McLeod:
::sits down and begins looking at the propulsion system of the Delph::

FCO_B`lee:
::sees the Chief Tactical Officer step back onto the bridge ... thinks that was awfully quick. Must have only been #1::

CMO_Lea:
::Nods and motions for the counselor to head there first::

TO_Nichols:
::moves to tac 1::

CTO_Psion:
CSO:  Let us examine the data.

CO_Grant:
XO: I expect the senior officers to attend tonight's dinner, including CMO and Acns.

TO_Nichols:
::sends data to sci::

ACNS-Duarte:
::enters office and sits down::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks up curiously:: XO: Casual dress, Commander? ::hopes::

MO_Matt:
::watches the two enter the office. it's always something with the Counselor and Lea...strange or just coincidental?::

CMO_Lea:
::Follows the Counselor, then takes her seat behind the desk:: ACNS: Now...?

XO_Lynam:
CO: Understood.  I will send "invitations" to their personal PADDS and quarters.  Dress uniforms or just clean ones.?

CO_Grant:
XO: dress uniforms

Nicke:
ACTION: time warp--1800 hours

CIV_McLeod:
::is still in his room, examining the propulsion system.  self: we may need some speed...just in case...

MO_Matt:
::walks into his quarters with a stack of padds::

CO_Grant:
::looks at the time,::

OPS_Hawkes:
::leaves Lt. Akers a OPS while he goes and changes into dress uniform::

CMO_Lea:
::Emerges from her quarters in a dress uniform and begins walking to the turbolift::

CSO_KBeth:
SO: You have the bridge science station.

CO_Grant:
XO: Put the next shift on duty. we have to greet our guests and have that dinner now

OPS_Hawkes:
::Changes, and heads to the dinner::

MO_Matt:
::picks up the small contraption that he built a long, long time ago off of the shelf and places it on his table in the small living room::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Aye, Ma'am

ACNS-Duarte:
::in her quarters, put on the final touches::

TO_Nichols:
CTO: Would you like me to stay sir, or am I relieved with the next shift?

CSO_KBeth:
::pulls collar of the 'dress' away from her neck and heads to the dinner::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Yes sir.

CMO_Lea:
::Notices that there is _no one_  else in the corridor, ever.  Enters the turbolift:: TL: Dinner hall.

FCO_B`lee:
::arrives at the dining hall in his dress uniform and pants and looks around ... thinks kanar might just hit the spot tonight::

MO_Matt:
::runs a diagnostic on the electro-machinery with a tricorder, takes note of a few structural instibilites that he'll have to reinforce before he can actually perform the stasis experiment::

CTO_Psion:
TO:  Remain at tactical.  I believe our Captain has a plan for us two to perform a surreptitious investigation.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Changes his mind, and heads to Transporter room1 to make sure the Cardassian party arrive safely::

ACNS-Duarte:
::replicates a perfume that is rumored to be attracting to all humanoids, especially Cardassians::

CO_Grant:
::Exits Bridge , changes clothing very quickly, heads to transporter room 1::

TO_Nichols:
::looks slightly saddened:: CTO: Aye sir.

CTO_Psion:
::Exits bridge::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Enters the Transporter room, to find O'Reilley at the controls::

CIV_McLeod:
::realizes that he needs to be on the bridge::  ::gets up and goes to TL::

OPS_Hawkes:
O'Reilley: Are we all ready to receive our guests?

CO_Grant:
*XO*: Take over the lounge for the formal dinner, and have it set up

CMO_Lea:
TL: Deck seven.  ::Can't believe she forgot::

MO_Matt:
::stores the PADD with the diagnostics, as well as the unfinished article, on the table for now::

CIV_McLeod:
TL: bridge

XO_Lynam:
::Goes to his quarters, changes clothes, making sure the Klingon Dagger is well concealed in it's boot sheath, and heads for the lounge.::

OPS_Hawkes:
<O'Reilley>:OPS: ::hiding his distaste:: Yes sir. They have the coordinates. Just waiting for them to show.

TO_Nichols:
::resets tac 1 for passive scans of the Cardassian ship::

XO_Lynam:
*CO*: Aye sir, it's all arranged..

FCO_B`lee:
::looks around the dining hall ... adjusts the lighting so it's not so harsh ... pours himself a glass of kanar::

CMO_Lea:
::Exits the turbolift, and rushes into sickbay::*OPS*: Is there somewhere I can send the report on Kanar?

ACNS-Duarte:
::checks herself, in the mirror flashes that winning smile and heads out the door::

CIV_McLeod:
::exits onto the bridge::  ::nods at those around him::

Nicke:
ACTION: the Cardassians prepare for their dinner engagement....

OPS_Hawkes:
*CMO*: Yes, just send it to Akers, on the bridge.

CSO_KBeth:
::enters the dining hall and notices the FCO at the kanar::

CTO_Psion:
::Exits quarters--dressed formally--and leaves for dinner::

SO_Tarrez:
::nods back at civ::

CO_Grant:
::enters the transporter room:;

FCO_B`lee:
::nods at the Klingon Chief Science Officer:: CSO: Hey there, Klingie... ::offers her a glass of kanar::"

CO_Grant:
Trchief: signal the Varden, we are ready to receive our guests

OPS_Hawkes:
::Notices Grant:: O'Reilly: Captain on the deck!

CMO_Lea:
::Grabs the PADD and prepares the uplink:: *OPS*: Understood.   ::Sends the information and walks out of sickbay::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~ Are you able to contact me?

MO_Matt:
::picks up another padd and lays out on his bed::

OPS_Hawkes:
<O'Reilley>: Stands to.

TO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: Yes, I hear you.

OPS_Hawkes:
CO: All ready here sir.

XO_Lynam:
::Arrives at the lounge, via the armory, and stashes a type 1 phaser in a planter.  Smiles at B'lee in while doing so.::

CSO_KBeth:
*SO*: How are things going up there?

ACNS-Duarte:
::enters TL,:: TL: Transporter room

MO_Matt:
Computer: Give me the location of Ms. Tarrez.

SO_Tarrez:
*CSO*:All is well

FCO_B`lee:
::notes K'Beth ignoring him and sets the glass of kanar down at her seat:: Self: Fine then....

MO_Matt:
<Computer>: Ensign Tarrez is on the bridge.

CO_Grant:
<TRCHief>: aye sir, :: pushs buttons to signal the nearby varden to initiate transport::

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the turbolift:: TL: Dinning hall.     Dinner...  ::Turbolift begins::

CIV_McLeod:
bridge: okay, folks, let's keep our eyes on the Cardassians.  ::nods, hoping that was good enough direction::

FCO_B`lee:
::sighs and thinks this crew needs to learn how to let there pants down once in awhile::

MO_Matt:
::picks up his medkit and a padd with exam info, and heads out the door and into the turbolift::

Nicke:
ACTION: varden initiates transport

TO_Nichols:
SO: How are the scans coming on your end?

MO_Matt:
Computer: Bridge.

CO_Grant:
::observes the shimmering as several cardassian males in military uniform materialize on the delphyne::

TO_Nichols:
::sees transport initiate::

ACNS-Duarte:
TL: Change course to the lounge ::tl changes direction::

CSO_KBeth:
*SO*:Good, keep a tight scan on those ships.  Any sign of site-to-site transport or even the smallest peep of a weapons array build-up...sing out.

TO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~: They are transporting and on their way.

FCO_B`lee:
::pulls the CSO's chair out for her gallantly::

SO_Tarrez:
TOnothing new to report

CTO_Psion:
~~NIchols~~  I shall rely on you to be my relay for any status updates.

MO_Matt:
::arrives on the bridge and walks out, looking around at the sparse crew::

TO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~ Aye sir.  Passive scans only?

CIV_McLeod:
::looks at the CO's chair and decides to stand, instead::

CSO_KBeth:
::notices the FCO walk away and realizes that he didn't hear her talking to the SO.  Heads over towards him::

CO_Grant:
::steps forward to shake hands with Gul_ Jafas::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Waits behind the Tranporter console. Let's the CO handle it:;

SO_Tarrez:
::notices a new face::

MO_Matt:
All: So these are the men and women in charge of the Delphyne at dinner time?

TO_Nichols:
::looks up seeing the MO::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~  For the time being.

ACNS-Duarte:
::tl stops, exits and heads to the lounge::

FCO_B`lee:
::waits patiently for the CSO to catch up with him ... holds her chair out::

CO_Grant:
Gul_jafas: Welcome to the USS DELphyne,  I am Captain Grant Commanding officer.

TO_Nichols:
MO: Yep, we're the ones fasting for the night! ::smiles::

CSO_KBeth:
FCO:Hey, sorry about that.  I needed to take care of some things on the bridge.  How's the kanar.  ::sits in the chair the FCO is holding out::

TO_Nichols:
~~Nichols~~ Aye

CIV_McLeod:
MO:  Heaven forfend, eh, doctor? ::smiles::

CTO_Psion:
::Sees Grant talking to Jafas::

MO_Matt:
::smiles back:: CIV: Yeah, yeah.

FCO_B`lee:
::pushes her chair in for her:: CSO: No worries ... the kanar is a little, sweet, but not bad for offworld.

MO_Matt:
TO: I thought I'd come fast along with you guys for now, is that all right?

CMO_Lea:
::Enters the "Dinner room" and looks around, still standing in the doorway::

TO_Nichols:
MO: Fine by me.  It is a little quiet here at the moment.

XO_Lynam:
::Looks over the cuisine, wonders if he should have stashed a cheese sandwich in the planter as well.::

CO_Grant:
Gul_jafas: ::gestures to nearby officers:: This is my Chief Tactical Officer Psion, he will accompany us to the lounge for dinner tonight.

Nicke:
<Gul_jafas> Captain: i thank you for the invitation... and look foreword to your hospitality  

MO_Matt:
TO: And it's dead silent in sickbay and my quarters, so here I am.

CSO_KBeth:
FCO:Haven't had a chance to say 'Hi' to you yet or even introduce myself.  I'm K'Beth the CSO.

MO_Matt:
::walks over to the science station::

Nicke:
<gul>:nods to  the CTO::

MO_Matt:
SO: Ms. Tarrez, I presume?

FCO_B`lee:
::shakes her hand pleasantly:: CSO: It's a pleasure, ma'am.

CTO_Psion:
::Raises hand in Vulcan gesture::  Gul:  Peace and long life.

TO_Nichols:
~~Psion~~ Other than the initial transport, all is quiet.

Nicke:
<gul> ::Nods to mr Psion ::

SO_Tarrez:
MO: Yes,sir and you must be the MO.

CO_Grant:
Gul_Jafas: If you follow me , i will lead you to dinner. Your ships seem very impressive today

CO_Grant:
::exits the Transport room, walking to TL to take all to lounge.::

ACNS-Duarte:
::enters the lounge::

CTO_Psion:
~~Nichols~~  Acknowledged.

MO_Matt:
::extends his hand:: SO: That's right, Doctor Matthias Laiiron.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Waits for the CO and the Cardassians to leave. Then follows them to the dinner::

CIV_McLeod:
::shifts from foot to foot, then finally decides to sit down::

SO_Tarrez:
MO:nice to meet you

CSO_KBeth:
::looks at FCO :: No, I think the pleasure is mine...

CMO_Lea:
::Finally walks far enough in that the doors close behind her. Walks around the lounge to the refreshment table and 'fixes herself' a glass of icewater::

TO_Nichols:
::fine tunes scanners::

Nicke:
<gul> ::nods to the capt. thank you . i was most impressed myself what most impressed you if i may be so bold to ask capt?

CO_Grant:
:;as he walks, points out to gul that Mr.Hawkes is the fine officer responsible for their earlier conversation::

TO_Nichols:
::looks over at the MO & SO and grins::

Nicke:
<gul> ::Nods to the the captain;;

FCO_B`lee:
::grins broadly:: CSO: So where are these Cardies, anyway ... ::goes to his chair and sits down::

MO_Matt:
SO: The nicety is mine.  In fact, I came to perform a little preliminary scan, if you're comfortable with that.  You'll still have to come down to medical, but at least you won't have to be there for as long.

SO_Tarrez:
::notices the TO look and wonders::

SO_Tarrez:
::nods to the MO::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Lags behind:: *Akers*: The Cardassians have arrived

CO_Grant:
GUl: Your ships seemed to very careful in their tactical movements. They seldom presented themselves very long as  targets to the other participants

Nicke:
<gul>::NOds: noted mr.grant..so whats for dinner?

MO_Matt:
::looks around the bridge and laughs a little:: All: Seems like I hardly know what's going on with being cooped up in sickbay for eternity.  You guys should really come up with some formal excuse to get me up here to look around more often.

CSO_KBeth:
FCO: Don't know...but I'm NOT looking forward to some of the Cardy dishes.  It's worse than Klingon cuisine ::shudders::

MO_Matt:
::pulls out a tricorder from the medkit and initiates a scan::

CO_Grant:
::enters the Lounge,seeing a large spread of food and drink ready::

TO_Nichols:
MO: Well, send us a message when your "boxed in", I'm sure we can think of something! ::laughs::

MO_Matt:
::says in a hushed tone:: SO: Don't worry, I won't ask you about your medical history in public.

XO_Lynam:
ALL: Attention on deck!

Nicke:
<Gul> ::enters and sees all the food..seems almost impressed::

FCO_B`lee:
::tries to picture anything worse than klingon cuisine:: CSO: That's hard to imagine ...

CO_Grant:
Gul: several attempts by our good chef to prepare cardassian delicacies and some earth delicacies

FCO_B`lee:
::stands up stiffly as the Gul and Captain enter::

MO_Matt:
::laughs with Nichols:: TO: I'll hold you to that, I promise.

CSO_KBeth:
::stands at attention as they enter::

SO_Tarrez:
::smiles at the MO::

CIV_McLeod:
::hopes his first experience in the CO's chair will be a good one::

CMO_Lea:
::Sets her glass down and turns to the Captain, Gul, and party::

MO_Matt:
::smiles back, continues the "skin-deep" scan::

ACNS-Duarte:
::turns to face the incoming guests::

TO_Nichols:
CIV: Should I send you a copy of our latest scan?

FCO_B`lee:
::is reminded of where the term spoon-head comes from::

CO_Grant:
Gul: I want to present my XO Lynam, CMO Dr.Lea, and FCO B'lee, and CEO Quarttre

Nicke:
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