Brett:
 Summary: The Delphyne is moments away from the rendezvous with the
Klingon transport Bartok.  They are to escort the Klingon religious
figure Trenar to Denali Station where he plans to witness the end of
the universe.

Brett:
 <<<<Begin Mission: "The Terminists" - Part 1>>>>

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::on the bridge watching the sensors like always::

TO_Ander:
 ::standing at tac 1, doing the normal routine which wasn't really
normal to him yet::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::In sickbay, reorganizing...just because...::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Exiting his Ready Room and crossing to The Big Chair. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks on to the bridge, and takes his seat::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: At the 'pool table' in main engineering overlooking the status
readouts::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Well, this should be interesting.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the CO: CO: To say the least

CMO_Santiago:
 *CNS*:  Cmdr,  Nita here.  I'm due for my three month checkup...
::Counts the dangerous drugs::  Would you mind?

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Status?

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Taps her combadge once more:;  *CEO*:  Ens, Welcome aboard... could
you please come to sickbay for your physical...  If your lucky you can
meet the Capt at the same time.

TO_Ander:
 CO: Umm.. ::begins looking at the sensory data:: Klingon transport is
now in visual range, sir.

CMO_Santiago:
 *CNS*:  Oh and DOnnie, bring the Captain with you before he gets busy
with religion and Klingons.  ::Chuckles::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Groans at the thought of being poked and prodded:: *CMO*: Thank you,
I'm on my way.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::gets a blinking light and a noise on her panel:: CO: Sir, the
Klingons are hailing us.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Looses count... and starts again.::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the Captain:: CO: Sir, the Doctor wishes me to do her three
month pregeny check up, and she also wishes to see you ::smiles:: shall
I tell her you are busy?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Heads over to the TL to go to sickbay::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Please. As much as I would rather be in Sick Bay getting prodded
in a most unseemly fashion, I have to be here to welcome the
Dignitaries.

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: On screen.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::taps his com badge:: *CMO*: Doctor, we are being hailed by the
Klingons now.  I am afraid you missed you alotted oppurnity for the
captain at the moment.  I am also needed, could we schedule you check
up later this afternoon

TO_Ander:
 ::nods and follows orders::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 TL: Deck 7. ::In the most depressing manner possible::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Looses count again::  *CNS*  Oh sure make me loose count.... yeah
that actually works I've got our new CEO coming down for his physical.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises her eyebrow somewhat amused by the banter on the bridge::

Brett:
 Action: The viewscreen reveals an older Klingon male, short of stature
and grey of beard.  He is dressed in a large robe and is flanked by a
number of similarly dressed Klingons.

Brett:
 <Trenar>COM:Del:CO: Captain Mashev.  Greetings.

CMO_Santiago:
 *CNS*:  Oh and let the Capt know I will hunt him down.  He has to
sleep sometimes and I can do physicals while the paitient is
unconscious... consciousness is not required.  ::Grins::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the Captain, hoping he will stand to greet the Klingons::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::looks up at the screen::

CO_Mash`ev:
 ::stands::  COM: Bartok: Trenar: Greeting, Trenar. I am honored to
meet you.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Exits TL and heads on into sickbay::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Hears the doors open and turns and sees a bright new face.::  CEO:
Ahhhh welcome.

TO_Ander:
 ::does some passive scans, just in case::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: Thank you Doctor. ::Faking a broad smile::

Brett:
 <Trenar>COM:Del:CO: You must think it odd, or perhaps even ominous, to
escort us to the end of creation.  An amused twinkle lights the elder's
eyes.

CMO_Santiago:
 CEO:  I'm Cmdr Anita Santiago.  Everyone calls me either Nita or
doctor....  Do you play poker?  ::Indicates he should hop up onto a
biobed.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 COM: Bartok: Trenar: Disconcerting, to say the least. Though I am
curious to hear more? Perhaps you can join me and my senior officers for
dinner soon?

TO_Ander:
 ::coughs::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Gets up onto the bed:: CMO: Well Nita, I guess you could call me
Kieran considering how close your about to get, and no I don't know the
game.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::wonders what the TO is coughing about::

TO_Ander:
 ::quietly:: ALL: Sorry about that.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::A big grin comes across her face.::  CEO:  Then I shall enlighten
you Kieran... I finally found the secret society of poker players on
board this ship.   We are hoping to part some Klingons from their
latinum, provided they are not too Religious.  ::Pulls out her
tricorder::  Any problems I should know about?

Brett:
 <Trenar>COM:Del:CO: ::Chuckles::  Certainly Captain.  It will be myself
and three others.  Shall we say about 1900 then?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks over at the TO, thinking he should go to sickbay soon::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: None that I know of... we'll find out for sure won't we.

CO_Mash`ev:
 COM: Bartok: Trenar: I'm looking forward to it! If there's anything
you need in the mean time, please let us know.

CMO_Santiago:
 CEO:  Yes we will...  ::Runs the tricorder over him... frowns a
moment.::  So, you can be back here by 2200 hrs and we can head out
from here?

Brett:
 <Trenar>::Nods and closes the transmission.::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: I suppose, I do have a few bars I could lose.

Brett:
 INFO: The small transport falls into formation with the larger
Excelsior and the two vessels go to warp for their journey to Denali
Station, a trip which will take three days.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::turns to the TO:: TO: Cadet, I would reccomend you be seen by the
doctor as soon as you can.  Coughing like that could be the sign of a
more seirous medical problem

CMO_Santiago:
 CEO:  Good.... hmmmmm your lacking vitamine A and Iron....  I'll give
you a shot for that.  Want the conventional method or a hypospray.
::Grins at him::

TO_Ander:
 ::looks up to Llewellyn:: CNS: No offense, sir, but I'm quite fine. I
merely tried to breathe and swallow at the same time.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::raises his eye brow like the CSO would do:: TO: As you wish,

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Please make the dinner arrangements. Find out if there's anything
the they require or don't eat, would you?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: If conventional means a steak and a multivitamin I'll take that,
otherwise I'll have the hypospray.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Of course sir, ::stands and walks over to an unused station to
communacte to the Kligons and to the Delphyne's senior staff::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughs out loud::  CEO:  I like you.  Ok, lie down please and I'll
take some scans.   ::Picks up a hypo from the instrument tray beside her
and adjusts it.  Presses it against his neck.::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Lies down::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Activates the scanner::

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Have you ever been to a Klingon dinner party?  ::smiling::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::wonders what the CNS is doing and looks over::

TO_Ander:
 CO: No, sir. Can't say I have.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Watches the readings::  CEO:  Now we are playing Texas Hold`em, no
limits.... all the rules and stored in the computer.

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Well, cadet, get out your dress uniform. I'd like for you to attend
as well. There's nothing like learning on the job.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: I'll look them over.

TO_Ander:
 CO: ::nods:: Of course, sir. I'll be there.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Nods::  CEO:  Ok, ok, your scans look fine.  I read over your medical
records and didn't find anything.  ::Discontinues the scanner::  Ok you
can sit up now.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::hears the call for dress uniform and wonders if hers will fit any
better than the last time::

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Very good.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Sits up:: CMO: Very good hear.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CO: I do not suppose we have any pipiuses?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::returns to his chair:: CO: Sir, of course they perfur traditional
Klingon cuisine, however they know we do not have a supply of gagh on
board.  So they will eat what ever we serve. I would suggest a buffet
reception, formal uniforms, with everyone walking around talking and
such.

CMO_Santiago:
 CEO:  Ok, you can go.  I'll write up my notes and I'll see you later.
Oh and it's BYOB just incase you didn't know.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: I doubt it. Maybe someone on board...?  ::let's statement trail
off::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: I'd've brought my own anyway. ::Snickers::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::chuckles:: CEO:  Just make it the good stuff.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Very good, we'll do that. I've already informed, er, invited Cadet
Ander to the dinner as well.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: I will, thanks for making this painless Nita.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles and leans in to the Captain:: CO: I would also bet they would
be very greatfull if the captain could manage some actually supply them
with something shall we say better to drink

CMO_Santiago:
 CEO:  My door is always opened.  I prefer seeing people this way Kieran
as apposed to bleeding on my beds.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Are you implying that there's anything other than synthahol on
board? :: smiling ::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 CMO: Well I'll try hard not to stain the sheets.::smiles::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Sir, I am not implying anything.  I am merly stating a fact of the
Klingon culture.  ::types the message to all senior officers about the
details of the dinner and sends it::

CMO_Santiago:
 :CEO:  Good, blood is so hard to get out.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Well, if you know of anything on board that might appeal to the
Klingon palate, by all means, bring it to the party.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CO: I doubt there would be any here who would know how to prepare it...
I do believe that its closest earth equivalent would be crab claws with
a spicy seasoning

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: I shall be turning a blind eye to such things tonight

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Smile:: CMO: I'll see you tonight. ::Turns and exits the sickbay::

TO_Ander:
 ::wonders if he should leave to prepare now::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: We might have to substitue that.. maybe, extra spicey?

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Wonders into her office and turns on her console and groans.:;  *CO*:
Capt do you really a hormonal, nausous pregnant person at your party?

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods:: CO: Perhaps something creole or cajon might work.... as I do
believe those two styles of cuisine from earth are quite... spicy.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::hears the CMO com to the Capt:: CO: Sir, I am sure we can find
something to calm her nasuouness for the party.  I wouldn't let her get
of this if I were you ::smiles::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Enters TL:: TL: Main Engineering.

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CMO* Doctor, at the very least I would hope you could put in a lengthy
appearance.

CMO_Santiago:
 *CO*:  Lengthy Capt?  That sounds ominous.... how about we strike a
deal... You come down to sickbay and escort me up... I can't go to a
party without a date... ::chuckles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CSO: Bring this to counsellor Llewellyn's attention, I'm sure he can
include it.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: I don't intend for anyone to 'get out of' this.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::nods::

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CMO*: Why doctor, I do believe you're trying to trick me into a
physical?

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Exits TL, headed into CEO office::

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Laughs::  *CO*:  Now would I do that Sir ?  ::Under her breath::
Hell, yes!

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles at the CO, and turns to the CSO:: CSO: I will hand those
thoughs over to the ships cheif, I am hoping he will prepare something
for everyone to enjoy.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Takes a seat at his desk to review any messages left while in sick
bay::

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CMO*:  Dress uniform, doctor. I'll stop by early and we can get a
quick physical done. Deal?

CMO_Santiago:
 *CO*:  Deal Capt... do I really have to wear white?  Chocolate stains
you know... please have chocolate or you will have a grumpy doctor doing
your physical.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::hearing the CMO:: CNS: Do you think chocolate mousse? That could be
eaten well and neatly... with a spoon.

TO_Ander:
 ::bounces out a couple scans just for the sheer heck of it::

CO_Mash`ev:
 *CMO* Good news, doctor. I've passed the meal planning on to counsellor
Llewellyn. You can.. ask him about chocolate on the menu.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Hears the capt and quickly types out a message to Donnie.:;  *CO*:
Already done capt.  I'll see you in a bit.

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: gives the CNS a meaningful look, thinking "I wouldn't want to tell
Doctor Santiago she can't have chocolate" ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::gets the Doctors message and stands:: CO: I am going to make the
arrangments.  I will meet you in the transporter room to greet our guest

TO_Ander:
 ::is mildly suprised:: CO: This isn't much, but I've spotted a Ferengi
ship on long range sensors. It's on our path, but twenty plus hours away
from catching us.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Reads about the dinner party and smiles a bit knowing that most
Klingons like to drink, and I've always wanted to put one under the
table::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Very good, counsellor. 1900, then.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::hears the TO as he enters the turbo left:: TO: Do me a favor and
don't invite them to dinner ::the TL door closes::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises an eyebrow and wonders if it is any ferengi they've run into
before::

TO_Ander:
 ::looks back to the TL and smiles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 TO: Keep an eye on them. If they seem to be on an intercept course as
opposed to passing, alert me.

TO_Ander:
 CO: Aye, sir. ::thinks: 'Sounds like a reasonable excuse to miss a
bunch Klingons to me. "But Captain, you told me to keep an eye on the
Ferengi"' : smiles::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Checks the ship diagnostic displays... killing time until the
party ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::enters sickbay and figures he will do the Doctors check up before
making all the arrangments:: CMO: You ready, just stoped by for a quick
second

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Pulls out her dress whites from mothballs.  She hides it in her
office so she can forget about it. Hopes it still fits.::

CMO_Santiago:
 CNS:  I'm in my office about to cry....

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::enters the CMO's office:: CMO: Cry, Why ::sees the dress whites and
picks up on the CmO's thoughts:: ah I see

Brett:
 Action: the hours pass too quickly and soon it is time for the arrival
of the Klingons.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::standing in the TR with CO, messing with his colar.:: Outloud: I
wish I wouldn't have suggested dress uniform's

TO_Ander:
 ::seriously considering going back to the bridge to watch the Ferengi
like the Captain asked; after asking him to show up for the party;
groans:: Self: Ugh..

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Stuffed in her dress whites she takes another sip of her orange
juice....she munches on a carrot too thinking "Who serves health food at
 a party...it's suppose to be rubber chicken.".::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: If you hadn't, I would have.  ::tries not to fuss with his own
collar ::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::has gone down to her quarters and changed into her dress white
uniform and goes to the party::

Brett:
 Action: The transporter chief energizes and four figures appear on the
pads.  Trenar stands at the fore, shorter by a head than any of his
companions, even the female who stands behind him.

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Steps forward ::  Trenar: Welcome aboard! ::smiling::

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 :: Finishes getting into dress uniform, grabs his pipe and his finest
leaf and heads for the party ::

Brett:
 <Trenar> ::Steps down from the pad, flanked by his three companions,
all dressed in rust colored robes.::

TO_Ander:
 ::finally finds himself in front of the lounge; sighs and steps in::
Self: And soon it shall begin. ::notes the couple security officers he
requested to show up in the event that the Klingons become rowdy::

Brett:
 <Trenar>CO: Thank you Captain.  It is a pleasure.  May I present my
companions: Borak, Laitya, and Krenab.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::walks over to the doctor:: CMO: Greetings.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::smiles:: CSO:  Hello there...  You know the person who invented these
uniforms should be shot.  Have you gotten your drink yet?

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: greets Trenar's Companions ::   Trenar: This is counsellor
LLewellyn. The other senior officers are gathered and waiting for us in
the lounge.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Enters the lounge. See's the TO:: TO: Good evenin'.

TO_Ander:
 ::turns at the voice:: CEO: Hello, again. ::smiles::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Trenar: Greetings, It is an honor to meet you and your companions

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: No... no drink yet... ::notes the tight middle:: Doctor... I do
believe you can get a new uniform replicated to meet your specifications

Brett:
 <Trenar> CO: Then let's not keep them waiting.  Lead on.

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Bursts into tears.::  CSO:  I know but I didn't have the time!  I
look like a whale!!!

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 TO: Ready for this? ::Smiles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Leads the way out the door and to the lounge. ::  Trenar: I trust
everything has been smooth sailing for you so far?

TO_Ander:
 ::looks over at the now-crying Doctor; makes a mental not to avoid her
or at the least, not say much::

Brett:
 Action: The group makes its way through the ship to the lounge where
the senior staff has assembled.

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::feels bad that she made the CMO feel bad:: CMO: No no... it is
illogical to cry... you will only dehydrate yourself if you continue
on... ::hands her a napkin trying to be sympathetic::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 CMO: The replicator can quickly and easily make you a new one...

CMO_Santiago:
 ::Takes the napkin and blows her nose in it then hands it back.::  CSO:
Nothing fits!  I eat like a horse, my emotions are all over, I cry at the
drop of a hat...  This is my husbands fault you know that.  He will never
touch me again!

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks with the group::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::raises eyebrow:: CMO: You say that now... however I doubt it will be
true... after all it is my assumption you love him.

CEO_Ens_Quinn:
 ::Eyes up the Kilngons with a genuine smile::

TO_Ander:
 ::looks at the Klingons and quickly looks away::

CSO_Rhykmal:
 ::takes the snot filled napkin and is uncertain what to do with it::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Enters lounge and the first thing he sees is CMO Santiago crying and
CSO Rhykmal looking agast (for a Vulcan) at something in her hand) while
trying to comfort her. :: 

Brett:
 Action: The four Klingons enter the party and look around carefully. After
a few moments, the four begin to mingle and the party begins in earnest.

Brett:
 <<<Pause>>>>