USS Delphyne 10007.31

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

CO_Grant:
::In the lounge finishing last course::

SO_Tarrez:
::on the bridge at science station 1::

ACNS-Duarte:
::in the lounge sipping a very small glass of Kanar::

FCO_B`lee:
::trying to decide which of the four plates in front of his is actually his ... this kanar is powerful stuff::

XO_Lynam:
::Munching on breadsticks at the dinner.::

MO_Matt:
::sitting in the counselor's chair on the bridge::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Sitting in the lounge sipping his rootbeer. And Observing the Cardassians::

CIV_McLeod:
::sitting in the CO's chair, trying to watch everything at once

CO_Grant:
GUL_Jafas:This description of the rebuilding of cardassia prime is quite detailed

MO_Matt:
::looks around the bridge at all of the junior officers, enjoying the rare moment::

Nicke:
<Gul>Captain: ::Nods:: yes it is..and it will be completed! 

FCO_B`lee:
::steadies a hand against his right temple trying to stop the spinning of the dining table ... wonders if they could possible increase the IDF::

CMO_Lea:
::Tentatively tries another odd-looking 'delicacy':: Cardassian beside her: This is rather good.

CO_Grant:
GUL_Jafas: You are obviously very proud of the work there and of your fleet

CEO_Winner:
::finishes meal::

Nicke:
<Gul> Captain: yes i am ..very proud... many people have come a long way in their efforts to rebuild

FCO_B`lee:
::sees a potted plant and wonders if he could put the rest of his meal in it unnoticed ... really isn't agreeing with him::

MO_Matt:
::looks over the report on his padd::

CMO_Lea:
<Cardassian>CMO: Yes, my favorite one. It's made of...::Looks at the doctor:: Nevermind.

ACNS-Duarte:
::is going to have to order a case of Kanar for the CNS ::

CIV_McLeod:
::wonders to himself when the meal will be over, then reminds himself he's getting...valuable..command experience::

CSO_KBeth:
::looking at a plate of purple goo and trying to smile as the Cardassian eats his with relish::

MO_Matt:
::after checking for any errors, he submits it to the Captain's ready room::

CO_Grant:
FCO: Mr.B'lee, please comment on your observation of the cardassian fleet piloting

MO_Matt:
::takes a glance over at McLeod::

CEO_Winner:
::drinks some kanar::

MO_Matt:
CIV: You're looking a little bit tense.

CMO_Lea:
::Somehow manages swallow that bite and politely pushes her plate up. Smiles:: Karnith: Thank you..

XO_Lynam:
::Sits up as Grant requests B'Lee to give an opinion.  Cringes inside,::

FCO_B`lee:
::halfway through hiding his meal in a potted plant ... jumps at his name, turning:: CO: Ummm ... sir? I'm sorry?

CSO_KBeth:
::nods and swallows convulsively as the Cardassian slurps up a second helping.  Takes a swig of the kanar next to her::

CIV_McLeod:
::looks over at MO:: MO: It's not everyday one gets to play Captain ::smiles::

CO_Grant:
FCO: Please enlighten us with your expertise on your observations of the Cardassian piloting you observed during their exercises

MO_Matt:
::smiles back:: CIV: I don't understand the feeling exactly, but I can imagine well enough.  You're doing fine.

FCO_B`lee:
::starts to stand ... the room starts to swirl around him like a wormhole ... decides he best stay seated:: CO/Gul: Well ... ummm ... Captain ... I'd say that the Cardassians piloting ability has certainly improved since the ... uhhh .... you know, that little spat we call a war.

Nicke:
<Gul> ::Looks at the FCO intently and tensely;:

CMO_Lea:
::Reaches for a napkin and wipes her mouth, then takes a drink of water:: Karnith: How long have you been in the fleet?

CEO_Winner:
Self: Blaah, that kanar is nasty

FCO_B`lee:
::rubs a nose ridge tensely:: CO/Gul: And ... well ... I have noticed that the Cardassian vessels put out a much larger neutron energy signature than most vessels.  It's something to think about ... where all that radiation is coming from and all .... ummmm .... sir.

CIV_McLeod:
::smiles again:: MO: I appreciate the sentiment.  And I hope they skip dessert.

MO_Matt:
::laughs:: CIV: It can't be -that- bad, can it?

Nicke:
<GUL>::looks at the FCO intently and back to the captain;:

TO_Nichols:
::moves to Tac 1::

XO_Lynam:
:Looks back and forth between the Gul, Captain Grant and B'lee.::

SO_Tarrez:
::worries a bit about her upcoming medical exam:: Self: I hate sickbay!

CEO_Winner:
::listens to the conversations going on::

CMO_Lea:
<Karnith>CMO: Six years.  Do have some Kanar, Doctor!

FCO_B`lee:
::tries not to play with his earing nervously and sits back and mutters quietly:: Self: A neutron energy surge .... only the size of my head....

CO_Grant:
GUL_JAfas: I wonder if the signature could be due to those modifications that your ships experienced. Breen stuff in then breen stuff out

TO_Nichols:
::links tac with science to download latest science scans::

Nicke:
<GUL> well FCO, we have been trying to purge our systems ... im sure there are a few residual "problems" yet to be worked out...

CIV_McLeod:
MO: No, I suppose not.  Even so, I will not be sorry to relinquish command to the CO.  Being the boss isn't everything it's made out to be

Nicke:
<gul> ::drinks up the kanar::

MO_Matt:
::nods:: CIV: I guess it takes a certain developed temperment.

FCO_B`lee:
::nods across the table at the Gul:: Gul: Well, I am sure your engineers are .... errr ... maybe not. Never mind.

CMO_Lea:
Karnith: Thank you, but no. I hope you enjoyed your meal: I noticed you sampled several of our dishes.

OPS_Hawkes:
Gul_Jafas: Let me just add that I was impressed with the tactical formations of your fleets. You seem to balance the area/force ratio very well!

FCO_B`lee:
::watches the Cardassian across the table from him and wonders where he is putting all that Kanar::

CEO_Winner:
::eats some poached mussels::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Thinks that a flattered Cardassian might speak more freely:;

Nicke:
<GUL> ::raises an eyebrow at the FCO:: well... no matter... ::turns attention to hawkes.. OPS: thank you very much... it is an old formation ..yet still viable

CO_Grant:
Gul_jafas: THis Ens Winner our new CEO, he is very interested power generation you used to rebuild the cities, CEO: Isn't that right Mr.Winner

CEO_Winner:
CO: Yes, VVVery interested

CIV_McLeod:
MO: I would say a cast iron gut, but I suppose it's a matter of opinion

TO_Nichols:
::finishes download and ends connection::

CSO_KBeth:
::notices the exchange between the FCO, CO and the Gul::

Nicke:
<GUL> ::looks over at the Captain and to the CEO: well maybe one of our engineers can talk with you later...do a better job than i could ::laughs::

CO_Grant:
::Laughs at GUL's joke::

CEO_Winner:
::laughs too::

CMO_Lea:
::Notices a bit of commotion on the other side of the table:: Karnith: If you'll excuse me..

OPS_Hawkes:
GUL_Jafas: So, what is your assessment of this exercise? A success?

MO_Matt:
CIV: And a matter of disposition, I'm sure. ::stands up, slowly:: Well, thanks for letting me pretend along with you for a little while.  I guess I should be getting back to sickbay.

CO_Grant:
:: Looks at CEO With eyebrow cocked::

FCO_B`lee:
::sways quietly at the far end of the table::

Nicke:
<GUL> ::laughs and raises her glass to the del crew::

CIV_McLeod:
MO: You are welcome anytime.  ::smiles::

SO_Tarrez:
::notices the MO stand up::

MO_Matt:
::smiles back, and walks over to the science station::

Nicke:
<GUL> OPS: i think it was "fair" not a total success ..but .. well you know how it goes..some days are better than others...

CMO_Lea:
<Karnith>CMO: Of course.

CEO_Winner:
::Looks at CO like "What?"::

CO_Grant:
::waits for a toast::

MO_Matt:
SO: As soon as possible I need you to report to sickbay.

SO_Tarrez:
MO: Yes, Sir

FCO_B`lee:
::stares at the Gul ogling her cleavage ... is definitely drunk::

TO_Nichols:
SO: I haven't found anything new, you having better luck?

MO_Matt:
::smiles:: SO: Very well, see you then. ::turns, walks over to tactical::

OPS_Hawkes:
Gul: ::nods in understanding:;

CMO_Lea:
::Stands and makes her way to the other side of the table, paying particular note to the FCO, who doesn't seem to be standing well::

SO_Tarrez:
::begins feeling geasy::

MO_Matt:
::speaks in hushed tones:: TO: Are you sleeping any better?

CSO_KBeth:
::notices the FCO and where his eyes where.  Stands up and walks over to him::

CMO_Lea:
FCO: Lieutenant...

ACNS-Duarte:
::refills glass or Kanar, all the while taking mental notes on the goings on::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks up a K'Beth and jumps back in fright ... the kanar has had a definite impact on his depth perception:: CMO: Butcher?

CEO_Winner:
::suddenly feels spicy in the mouth and grabs kanar, mistaking it for water, drinks it up:: Self: Ummph!

TO_Nichols:
::looks up to see the MO walking towards her::

CMO_Lea:
FCO: Yes, that would be me. Let's go for a little walk, shall we?

CMO_Lea:
::Looks coolly at the officer::

CEO_Winner:
::gulps hard::

TO_Nichols:
MO: A little thanks.  The situation is still hard to deal with however.

FCO_B`lee:
::nods at the CMO and slurs out:: CMO: If mon capitan will let us ....

XO_Lynam:
::Sees with great clarity the evening snowballing out of control and straight into a handbasket.::

CIV_McLeod:
::sighs and turns to the SO::  SO: Anything interesting to report?

Nicke:
<GUL> ::Looks over at the commotion by the FCO and looks at the Captain in disgust

CMO_Lea:
::Nods and walks over to the Captain:: CO: Sir, if you would excuse Lieutenant B'lee and I for a few moments?

MO_Matt:
TO: If you need any more help, medically or emotionally...well, you know where to find me.

SO_Tarrez:
CIV: All is quite.

Nicke:
<GUL> :;smiles falsely at  the group: Captian: i believe it is time for us to return to our ships

CIV_McLeod:
::nods::

FCO_B`lee:
::tries to gives his uniform a tug and not make a scene as he stands and follows the doctor::

OPS_Hawkes:
::watches the FCO and CMO leave::

Nicke:
<Gul>::shakes her head slightly at the lack of control::

CO_Grant:
CMO: Yes take care of the matter at once

Nicke:
<GUL> ::stands::

CMO_Lea:
CO: Thank you sir.    FCO: Shall we?   ::Escorts B'lee through the main doors::

TO_Nichols:
MO: Thanks Matt, uh, Doc, I appreciate it.  ::looks at Civ to see if he heard her "slip"::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Notices the Gul stand, and stands also::

FCO_B`lee:
::nods:: CMO: Right behind you, butcher.

Nicke:
<GUL> ::nods to the others to follow her and leaves the table::

ACNS-Duarte:
::Officers now adays they'll let anyone into there formerly elite bunch, though they still act elitist to outsiders and lowerdeck crew::

MO_Matt:
::flashes one last smile and walks to the turbolift::

CO_Grant:
GUl_jafas: It was delight to have you and your staff aboard the Delphyne. I wish you good luck on completing your exercises

CMO_Lea:
::walks out and into the corridor, making sure B'lee is keeping up::

Nicke:
<GUl> ::Nods to the captian:: i thank you and your crew for your hospitality

FCO_B`lee:
::follows the doctor:: CMO: I think I need some air .... ::turns and heads for the nearest airlock::

CSO_KBeth:
::sees the CMO take care of the FCO and heads back to her place::

CEO_Winner:
::stands::

CIV_McLeod:
::is focused on the information in front of him::

Nicke:
<Gul> ::turns to leave::

CO_Grant:
GUL: Perhaps someday you can return the favor

TO_Nichols:
::watches the MO leave the bridge::

CO_Grant:
Gul: I will accompany you to the transporter room

CMO_Lea:
::Grabs the FCO's arm, steadily, and guides him the other way, towards the nearest turbolift::

Nicke:
<GUL>::over her shoulder:: yes captain... perhaps someday i will

MO_Matt:
::takes one last glance around the bridge as the turbolift doors close in front of him::

FCO_B`lee:
::stumbles and bumps up against her:: CMO: Why, butcher ... I didn't know you cared. Sure, I'd love to dance ....

CIV_McLeod:
self: ..must be up to something...

CO_Grant:
XO: Perhaps you can check the bridge for any new updates

CO_Grant:
CSO,ACNS: please join me sending off our guests

CMO_Lea:
::Closes her eyes, rolls them to the top of her head for a moment, then takes a deep breath and looks at B'lee normally:: FCO: Yes, I know the perfect dancing hall.  This way..

MO_Matt:
::as soon as he's by himself he falls back against the walls of the turbolift, taking a deep breath to steady himself::

XO_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

Nicke:
<GUL> ::sighs audibly::

MO_Matt:
Computer: Deck Seven, please.

CSO_KBeth:
CO:Aye sir.  ::Stands and follows the CO::

ACNS-Duarte:
::sets the now 2nd empty glass of Kanar down:: CO: Aye sir ::moves to follow CO::

XO_Lynam:
::heads for the bridge, mentally preparing horrible punishments for various officers.::

CO_Grant:
::Exits the lounge and makes way to a TL, not same one used by CMO and tipsy FCO::

Nicke:
ACTION: bridge sensors pick up strange signals deep within the war games area...

MO_Matt:
::slides down the wall until he's sitting on the floor, his head almost touching his knees, the pad and medkit lying next to him::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Waits for the Cardassians to leave, then heads to the bridge::

SO_Tarrez:
::notices the sensors::

CSO_KBeth:
::Follows the Cardassians after the CO.  Stands aside and lets the ACNS precede her:: ACNS: After you...

XO_Lynam:
::Arrives on the bridge and looks around to see who's where.::

OPS_Hawkes:
::enters TL:: TL: Main Bridge

CMO_Lea:
::Closes her eyes, rolls them to the top of her head for a moment, then takes a deep breath and looks at B'lee normally:: FCO: Yes, I know the perfect dancing hall.  This way..

CO_Grant:
::exits tl and heads to Transporter room::

XO_Lynam:
TO: Status report.

ACNS-Duarte:
::standing aside:: CSO: No you first I insist

OPS_Hawkes:
::Exits TL and goes to the OPS console relieving Akers::

FCO_B`lee:
::nods at the doctor:: CMO: Sure ... you lead ... not a problem ... I'm a liberated Bajoran after all ...

MO_Matt:
::feels something break - ? - inside of him.  listens intently as the turbolift begins to slow down, and pulls himself to his feet, picking up his equipment in time right before the turbolift doors open::

CIV_McLeod:
::notices the signals:: SO: what's going on?

CO_Grant:
::enters the Transporter room with party in tow, notes at least one cardassians still has a cup of kanar in hand::

CSO_KBeth:
ACNS:okay.  ::heads out after Cardassian without a second glance behind::

TO_Nichols:
XO: All quiet at the moment sir.

CMO_Lea:
::"Leads" B'lee to the turbolift:: TL: Deck seven.    FCO: Now, tell me about yourself.

Nicke:
ACTION:the SO interpets the signals as normal

ACNS-Duarte:
::follows right behind the CSO::

TO_Nichols:
XO: I just double check my readings with the Sos Reading

OPS_Hawkes:
::Brings up the Cardassian party on internal sensors::

SO_Tarrez:
XO:sensors indicate strange readings

CO_Grant:
Trchief: Signal the Varden, their party is ready to return

FCO_B`lee:
::sobers quickly and glowers at her coolly:: CMO: There's nothing to tell.

Nicke:
<GUL> ::heads to the TR, cant wait to get off the ship::

MO_Matt:
::walks down the hall, and enters sickbay.  after replacing the medkit and tossing the padd on his desk, he stumbles over to a cabinet and retrieves a hypospray::

XO_Lynam:
::Takes the XO's seat::

CO_Grant:
::observes the cardassians take their positions on the transporter pad::

XO_Lynam:
SO: Strange?  Can you specify?

CMO_Lea:
FCO: Well then, there is nothing for me to listen to. ::Turbolift doors open:: Let's go.

MO_Matt:
::loads a small dosage of stimulant and administers it, then puts the hypospray away::

TO_Nichols:
::looks up at SO::

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: aye  sir :: punches buttons to send signal::

SO_Tarrez:
XO: All is well, sir.

FCO_B`lee:
::follows behind suddenly liking this butcher a whole lot less::

XO_Lynam:
TO: Take over at helm.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Assigns some more power to sensors::

MO_Matt:
::plops down on a biobed and closes his eyes::

CSO_KBeth:
::stands next to the CO and watches the Cardassians on the transporters pad::

Nicke:
<GUL> :;stands on the transporter pad and nods to the captain and the others::

TO_Nichols:
XO: Aye sir.

TO_Nichols:
::moves to FCO position::

XO_Lynam:
OPS: You'll have to run both OPS and Tactical.

CIV_McLeod:
::nods at the XO and says "Glad you're back."

CIV_McLeod:
::stands up::

TO_Nichols:
::grins slightly while sitting down::

XO_Lynam:
TO: Mr. B'lee is indisposed.  I need a good helmsman. ::Smiles::

MO_Matt:
::takes a deep breath and mulls over a few ideas in his head::

OPS_Hawkes:
XO: Aye aye sir. ::patches TAC into OPS, and does a tactical sweep of the area marking all ships::

CMO_Lea:
::Leads B'lee down the corridor and into sickbay::

FCO_B`lee:
::enters sickbay behind the cmo and looks over at the mo on a bio-bed:: MO: What did she do to you?

CO_Grant:
CEO: you are excused to return to main engineering

CEO_Winner:
CO: Thank you

CEO_Winner:
::proceeds to engineering::

CSO_KBeth:
::still standing at attention next to the CO wondering why it took so long just to dematerialize a few Cardassians::

MO_Matt:
::looks over to the entrance but doesn't sit up:: FCO: She's given me the shift off. ::smiles, then gets to his feet::

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: CO: The varden has signaled they are ready to receive

MO_Matt:
CMO: What happened to him?

XO_Lynam:
SO: That's very comforting Ensign.  However, I meant can you specify what the strange reading might be?

FCO_B`lee:
::follows behind the CMO closely::

CO_Grant:
Trchief: Energize

Nicke:
ACTION: the Cardassians dematerialze and the del crew lets out a breath

CMO_Lea:
::Thanks her stars:: MO: Kanar did.

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: ::engages , touches panel::

XO_Lynam:
::In a nasty mood at how the crew behaved.  Imagines the Gul returning to her ship and giving them a good laugh.::

CMO_Lea:
MO: I thought the evening would go smoother if all diners were sober.

SO_Tarrez:
XO: It appeared to be abnormal for a moment but then all was as it should be again

ACNS-Duarte:
::sighs slightly, relaxing::

MO_Matt:
::walks over to help the FCO to a biobed:: CMO: If you like you can get back to the dinner and I can take care of him.

CO_Grant:
<trchief>: The varden singled all arrived ok sir

SO_Tarrez:
::not knowing how else to say it::

CO_Grant:
trchief: Very good, lock your station again

FCO_B`lee:
::is steered towards a bio-bed and looks at it in confusion:: MO: What am I getting up here for? I'm not a patient ...

XO_Lynam:
SO: Very well.  Monitor that area closely and report any other "strange readings."

CMO_Lea:
MO: Thanks, but the dinner will have ended by now.  ::Picks up a tricorder and begins scanning the FCO::

SO_Tarrez:
XO: Yes sir

OPS_Hawkes:
::Notes that the cardassians have left. Closes the internal scan.::

Nicke:
ACTION: the Verdan moves off

CSO_KBeth:
*SO*:How are things going?

CO_Grant:
::exits the transporter room with CSO and ACNS in tow::

FCO_B`lee:
::looks at the CMO strangely as she waves this thing in front of his face::

MO_Matt:
FCO: You are now.  Hold tight, Mr. B'lee. ::stands back and watches as Lea scans him::

OPS_Hawkes:
::returns to monitoring Cardassian communications::

ACNS-Duarte:
::wonders why the CSO and herself was brought along on this little jaunt by the skipper::

XO_Lynam:
OPS: I don't have to tell you, but watch the Cardassians closely.  They know we're somewhat undermanned over here now.

CEO_Winner:
::proceeds to engineering and begans scans to make sure everything is ok::

FCO_B`lee:
::is confusing and begins to shove them away from him gently:: CMO/MO: I'm no patient!!

CMO_Lea:
::Mutters to herself:: When will they ever learn....?

CIV_McLeod:
::begins to head off the bridge::  ::thinks a nice holodeck hot tub would be nice about now::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Had a strange reading earlier but all is well

OPS_Hawkes:
XO: Understood sir!

XO_Lynam:
TO(FCO): Prepare an evasive course to take us back toward Federation space.

CSO_KBeth:
*SO*: Good job....keep me posted

MO_Matt:
::gets a hypopray and comes to administer a light antiseptic::

FCO_B`lee:
::begins screaming and jumping about trying to break away from them:: All: Butchers!! Federation Butchers are after me!!!

MO_Matt:
::administers the hypospray, watches as the FCO calms and falls asleep::

FCO_B`lee:
::feels the hypo go into his neck and slumps at the feet of the bio-bed::

MO_Matt:
::picks him back up and places him on the biobed::

CO_Grant:
CSO, ACNS: you two at peace now or are you two still battling for the Interstellar Professional Woman Wrestling championship?

TO_Nichols:
XO: Aye sir.

TO_Nichols:
::sets course for home territory::

XO_Lynam:
*CIV*: Mr. Hunter-Mcleod, please report to the bridge, and bring your pilot scarf.

CMO_Lea:
::Shakes her head slowly:: MO: Thanks.    I think he will be fine once he sleeps this off.

ACNS-Duarte:
CO: I never had a problem with Ms. T'Kar except for her not listening to my orders

CSO_KBeth:
::looks innocently at the CO:: CO: Sir?  I have no problem with the ACNS.

MO_Matt:
CMO: I think he'll be a little bit more affable like this. ::smiles::

FCO_B`lee:
::mutters something between lips that will not cooperate:: Self:: Butchers ... all ... butchers ...

TO_Nichols:
::grunts slightly and whispers to OPS:: OPS: What did that man do to my station?

TO_Nichols:
XO: Course laid in sir.  Ready to engage at your order.

MO_Matt:
CMO: Should I take him to his quarters?  He might be a little crazed if he wakes up in a 'butcher' shop.

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: ::Whispers:: I think those boot marks will come off with a little elbow grease.

SO_Tarrez:
::Is feeling very nervous now::

XO_Lynam:
TO: Very well.

CO_Grant:
ACNS: You are counselor , use soft sell techniques in the future not orders.

CEO_Winner:
::looks at the warp core, admiring the pretty colors::

CIV_McLeod:
::steps on the TL, then back off:: XO: I'm already here, sir.

CSO_KBeth:
::thinks to self Self:There's nothing to battle for...I would win, hands down Suppresses grin at that thought::

CO_Grant:
CSO: Be honest with your feelings, if somebody intrudes your space warn them first before hitting them

OPS_Hawkes:
::Carefully scans the new course, in case someone slipped in behind the Del.::

ACNS-Duarte:
CO: I did sir it started out as a suggestion, then a order, when I kept talking to her the CSO initiated.... ::thinks:: physical contact not I sir, frankly sir I'd like some more support from the Command staff

CMO_Lea:
MO: Yes, please do.  And...::Takes a careful breath:: perhaps tomorrow we can discuss the medical lab. ::Finish rather quickly, not saying what she intended, but settling for it::

TO_Nichols:
OPS: ::whispers:: Yeah, but everything's scrambled.  This console looks like a 20th century game!

CO_Grant:
ACNS: see my last comment to you

CSO_KBeth:
CO:Aye sir, although to be honest it was more of a shove but I will definately warn them first.

MO_Matt:
CMO: All right, good...you feeling all right?

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: ::whispers:: Didn;t you save a copy of your configuration?

XO_Lynam:
::Turns around and sees Mcleod.::  CIV: Oh, well, that was fast.  Take over at Helm.

CO_Grant:
CSO,ACNS: Be careful I might have to assign the two of you to the same away team mission. SEE the XO for details

ACNS-Duarte:
CO: Most of the senior officers brush us off, it's not flattering, and does not set a good example for the crew

CEO_Winner:
::looks over the weapons systems::

TO_Nichols:
OPS: ::whispers:: You'd better believe it.

XO_Lynam:
TO: Lieutenant, sorry to bounce you around tonight.  Take over at tactical.  Give Mr. Hawkes a hand.  He can run OPS and assist you at Tactical.

MO_Matt:
::situates the FCO to be carried::

CO_Grant:
ACNS: I don't brush you off just don't try so hard.

FCO_B`lee:
::grunts as the MO puts him over his shoulder:: All: Butchers ... nothing ... butchers ....

TO_Nichols:
XO: Aye sir.  ::gets up from station::

CMO_Lea:
MO: Yes, fine.. ::Changes to a more brisk tone:: I have a few matters to attend to.  Good luck with the ...pilot here.

CIV_McLeod:
::nods and moves to the helm station::

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Aye sir.  I won't let anything interfere with my duties.  ::grins slightly:: Not even the coveted title for for the Interstellar Professional Woman Wrestling championship.

OPS_Hawkes:
::overhears the XO. Returns main TAC control, routes Tac2 to his console::

CO_Grant:
ACNS: Head down to MED I think Mr B'lee might need counseling

TO_Nichols:
::puts her hand on Hawkes' shoulder:: OPS: Well, it's been nice knowing you.  Now, if you'll kindly return my station to my control.

MO_Matt:
CMO: Good.  Well, I'll be back shortly. ::i hope she's all right...i don't know how to ease her pain...she wouldn't let me anyway::

CO_Grant:
CSO: You and I should return to the bridge

XO_Lynam:
ALL: Please let me know if there is some other way we can screw up this evening.  ::Sighs::

MO_Matt:
::hoists the FCO over his shoulder and heads out of sickbay::

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: Right-oh Sarah!

CMO_Lea:
::Nods and picks up a PADD::

ACNS-Duarte:
CO: YES ,SIR !  ::heads off;:

CSO_KBeth:
CO: Aye sir.  ::follows the CO::

MO_Matt:
::down the hall and into the turbolift:: Computer: Deck three.

FCO_B`lee:
::groans as the MO miscalculates and slams his head into the doorframe::

XO_Lynam:
::Loosens the collar of his dress whites::

CO_Grant:
::enters Tl instructs computer to go to deck one::

CMO_Lea:
::With PADD in hand, exits sickbay and enters a turbolift:: TL: Bridge.

MO_Matt:
::sets the FCO down on the floor of the turbolift and waits for it to come to a halt::

MO_Matt:
::picks him up again and walks down the corridor, taking a moment to check a console for his quarters::

FCO_B`lee:
::lolls his head about and looks up at the MO:: MO: Ypo gorad muff ... bythr

CO_Grant:
:: exits tl onto the bridge::

MO_Matt:
::carries him inside and puts him down on his bed, watching as he struggles with consciousness::

TO_Nichols:
::regains tac 1 and runs sensors::

MO_Matt:
FCO: You'll be awake in about half an hour, buddy.

OPS_Hawkes:
::Notices the CO:: Captain on the bridge!

MO_Matt:
::looks at him for a moment::

CSO_KBeth:
::follows the CO and heads to the science station::

TO_Nichols:
::looks up and acknowledges CO::

FCO_B`lee:
::passes out on his bedspread with the sinking suspicion in the back of his consciousness that the 'Gods' are angry with him::

CIV_McLeod:
::sits at helm, orienting the controls as best he can::

CO_Grant:
ALL: at ease

CO_Grant:
XO: status?

MO_Matt:
FCO: You remind me of myself, a year ago.  So much anger, reclusiveness...I hope you can pull out of it...friend.

CMO_Lea:
::Exits the turbolift and scans the bridge for the captain::

MO_Matt:
::turns and leaves him alone with his hangover and enters the turbolift once again::

ACNS-Duarte:
::starts to head to sickbay longest route possible::

CEO_Winner:
::fiddles with his comm badge, looks how flat it looks (as in opposition to shiny)::

MO_Matt:
Computer: Deck seven.

SO_Tarrez:
::see CSO::

XO_Lynam:
CO: As well as can be expected given the amount of Kanar consumed sir.  Uh, actually things are quiet.  Some anomalous sensor readings from within the training area but nothing solid.

CSO_KBeth:
SO:How are things?

CMO_Lea:
::Walks to Grant's chair and offers him a PADD:: CO: Sir..

CO_Grant:
XO: are we headed away from the Varden?

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: For the most part quiet.

MO_Matt:
::walks out of the turbolift and enters sickbay::

XO_Lynam:
CO: No sir, we're stationary.  The Varden moved off as soon as the guests were aboard her.

CO_Grant:
::Turns to see CMO with a padd::

TO_Nichols:
OPS: I'm showing nothing in the direct vicinity.

CO_Grant:
::takes the padd:: CMO: What is this?

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Too bad.  Quiet is boring ::grins::

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: Good. I'd recommend keeping your eye's peeled though. ::smiles::

CEO_Winner:
::walks to a console and trips, then gets up and looks around like dr evil::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: With your permission I would like to report to SB.

SO_Tarrez:
::inside wishing she did not have to go::

MO_Matt:
::looks around, finding Lea gone:: Self: Great.

XO_Lynam:
CO: How are our casualites?  ::Smile::

OPS_Hawkes:
TO: ::Whispers:: Have fun while we were gone? ::keeps a hand pressed to the earpiece in his left ear::

TO_Nichols:
OPS: You've got it sir! ::smiles back::

CMO_Lea:
CO: List of a few prospective changes to the format of sickbay. And I wanted to apologize for not responding to Lieutenant B'lee more quickly.

CSO_KBeth:
SO:Oh that's right.  Your physical. ::notices the SO's a little green around the gills:: Don't worry, it's nothing.  ::leans in and whispers:: I hate the sickbay too ::smiles::

MO_Matt:
::how can I help her if she won't open up at all?  I have to try something...somehow::

TO_Nichols:
::runs a series of scans::

CO_Grant:
CMO: you did fine, he did have a self-inflicted wound

SO_Tarrez:
::tries to smile back::

CO_Grant:
XO: have the duty fco resume our patrol course about the wargames area

CO_Grant:
XO: are casualties will be fine i am sure

XO_Lynam:
CO: Aye sir.

CSO_KBeth:
SO: Go on.  And if they try to keep you too long tell them I need you back up here ASAP.

CMO_Lea:
CO: No sir, although I suggest he not return to duty for several hours.

Ens_Wobbles:
::steps onto the bridge as the duty FCO::

TO_Nichols:
*CEO*: There is a problem with Tactical 2 on the bridge.  Does someone down there have a minute to look at it?

CIV_McLeod:
::sits at the helm, plotting a course out::

SO_Tarrez:
CSO: Yes, Maam

Ens_Wobbles:
::makes his way down to the front of the bridge and nods at the Captain:: CO: Aye sir ... resume the course around the war games area.

MO_Matt:
::plops down behind his desk and looks over a few letters, articles, and reports::

XO_Lynam:
CIV: Alright Lieutenant, resume patrol route 3/4 impulse

CSO_KBeth:
::sees Wobbles and hurridly runs to the science stations to lock them down::

Ens_Wobbles:
::sits and looks at the console:: Self: Hmmm ... would that be this button .... or this button ....

SO_Tarrez:
::heads to the TL once there replies:: TL:Sickbay

Ens_Wobbles:
::smiles broadly:: Self: This button ... or nothing ,... ::stabs at the console::

ACNS-Duarte:
::leans against the hall half way to sickbay, wishing she didn't have any Kanar::

CIV_McLeod:
XO: Aye, sir.  ::quickly enters a new course and starts on it::

CO_Grant:
CMO: of course

SO_Tarrez:
::exits TL and walks to Sickbay::

CMO_Lea:
::Nods and steps aside to the back of the bridge::

OPS_Hawkes:
::Hears a Cardassian communication involving laughing. Hopes it's not about the dinner party. ::

ACNS-Duarte:
::enter sickbay, for the second time::

CEO_Winner:
::sits at a console and spins in the chair a couple 40 times, gets up and falls on the floor::

MO_Matt:
::looks up from his desk as Tarrez walks in, along with the Acting Counselor::

SO_Tarrez:
::Walks in to SB and hopes that she does not pass out::

MO_Matt:
All: What can I do for you two?

TO_Nichols:
::resends request to the CEO::

MO_Matt:
::notices that the SO is about to lose it::

CMO_Lea:
::Glances over the bridge for a moment, finding the combination of white dress uniforms and black-grey standard uniforms rather appealing...uncomfortable, but still appealing::

Ens_Wobbles:
::smiles broadly as he sees the buttons he pushed are the right ones::

SO_Tarrez:
MO: I am here for my physical.

MO_Matt:
SO: You can take a seat on a biobed, I'll be with you momentarily. ::turns his attention to the ACNS::

TO_Nichols:
::Still doesn't hear answer from CEO::  CEO: Is there anyone who can come up and look at Tac 2?

SO_Tarrez:
::head towards the biobed glad to be able to sit down::

CEO_Winner:
*TO*: I'll send an engineer up there right away

CO_Grant:
MrWobbles: watch what you are doing or you will be removed from bridge duty, I understand there is an opening in the laundry department

ACNS-Duarte:
MO: Perhaps you should attend to SO first, its not urgent I can wait ::in a semi-whisper:: I dare say she is greener then me, yet didn't have any of the Kanar

Ens_Wobbles:
::looks at the CIV sitting next to him thinking this chair isn't big enough for both of them::

XO_Lynam:
::Stares in amazement at Wobbles.  Consults the paper work and sees he should have left the ship at Starbase 191.  Wishes he hadn't left that phaser in the lounge.::

Ens_Wobbles:
::looks at the Captain confused:: CO: But sir ... I AM watching what I am doing.

CMO_Lea:
::Watches the crew another moment, shakes her head::

MO_Matt:
::answers in the same hushed tone:: ACNS: Good for her.

CO_Grant:
::Turns to XO:: ::whispers:: XO: did you return him to bridge rotation?

CSO_KBeth:
::looks at Wobbles and CIV and wishes she had some more kanar::

CMO_Lea:
::Steps forward:: Wobbles: Ensign, I do believe you missed your physical. I don't have any record of it.

CIV_McLeod:
::raises an eyebrow at wobbles::

MO_Matt:
::motions for the ACNS to take a seat anywhere she'd like, and turns to the SO after picking up a tricorder::

Ens_Wobbles:
::looks at the CIV:: CIV: What is that cologne you're wearing?

Ens_Wobbles:
::looks up at the CMO:: CMO: Oh, did I, doctor?

MO_Matt:
SO: How are you feeling?  Besides the obvious over-anxiety that you're having over this physical. ::gives a little, reasuring smile::

XO_Lynam:
::Would like to beam Wobbles over to the Varden, but is pretty sure that would violate the Khitomer accords against bio-genic weapons.::

CMO_Lea:
Wobbles: Yes.

ACNS-Duarte:
::sits 2 biobeds away::

CMO_Lea:
::Turns to the CO and XO:: CO: Permission for Wobbles to return to sickbay for a physical?

TO_Nichols:
::continues checking the area::

SO_Tarrez:
MO: I have been pretty stressed-out actually

ACNS-Duarte:
::ears perk at the word stressed::

Ens_Wobbles:
::stands and follows the CMO:: CO: I'm sorry Captain ... I know you were counting on me at Flight Controls ... but regulations are regulations.  I have to go have my physical.

CO_Grant:
CMO: permisson granted, Mr.Wobbles go to medbay with CMO turn your station over to Mr.Hunter-mcleod

CSO_KBeth:
::looks pleadingly at the XO to agree to the CMO's excellent suggestion::

XO_Lynam:
CMO: Granted.

Nicke:
ACTION:  AS the Delphyne moves toward the war games, long range sensors again pick up "strange" signature readings coming from within the zone

MO_Matt:
::takes a glance at the ACNS:: SO: Well, I'd love to help you out there, but that's the Counselor's jurisdiction.

CMO_Lea:
::Smiles graciously:: Wobbles: Thank you Ensign, I appreciate your accordance to regulations. ::Steps into the turbolift and waits for Wobbles::

Nicke:
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