Kris
<<<<RESUME MISSION>>>>
<<<<RESUME MISSION>>>>

Lt. Kisay
::::::  Leaning back in Engineering chair going over technical readouts::::::

Ens. Maverick
:: walking into the hall from quaters heading for the bridge to report for duty ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::walking down a corridor headed for Engineering::

Ens. Maverick
:: arriving on bridge ::

Lt. Taylor
::sitting at helm::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::sitting on the bridge, feeling very unsettled::

Ens. Maverick
:: walks toward the captain, strightens uniform ::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> ::about to explain the briefing::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::listening to Denhorn:::::::sipping tea:::::::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> Captain,  This is not the first mission like this that I have undertaken.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
I specialize in vanished civilizations.

Ens. Maverick
:: turns and smacks self... heads for TL again ::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> :;takes a sip of his tea:: 

Ens. Maverick
:: after getting off TL walks into Engineering ::

Lt. Taylor
::notices Maverick and heads towards him::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> Englar is a desert planet.

Lt. Taylor
Maverick: Yes, Ensign?

Lt. Kisay
::::  Leans forward in chair and taps some commands in ::::: 
Computer:  Current antimatter matter conversion ratio?
<computer>  Current ratio is at 957.8925 : 782.9012

Ens. Maverick
:: walks up to Kisay :: Ensign Dustin Maverick reporting for duty, Sir!

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::listening:::::::::

Cmdr. Bradley
::arrives at Engineering::

Lt. Kisay
Computer: increase anti matter output by 39%

Cmdr. Bradley
::looks around::

Lt. Kisay
:::looks at Maverick::::  

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> There was once a thriving civilization of tall humanoids there, but they were wiped out about 50 years ago.

Ens. Maverick
:: standing by Kisay wondering if he wants to say "welcome aboard" or anything ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::blinks::::::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: 50 years? that recently?

Lt. Kisay
Maverick:  We have a few routine chores to do, fix the holodeck 3 controls.   Seems to be malfunctioning, and Welcome aboard Ensign

Cmdr. Bradley
::claps hands together::Hello everyone!  This is a surprise inspection!

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> They were virtually unknown to the Federation until after their disappearance. In other words, this is our first look into their world.

Ens. Maverick
:: turns quickly and almost trips ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: and what wiped them out?

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> Yes, it was very recent. And we've been asked to find out what happened- if we can.

Lt. Kisay
::::  Turns to the XO and salutes:::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::look of concern:::::

Lt. Taylor
::sighs and sits in the center chair, wonders if she's losing her mind;:

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> There is nothing to indicate why their civilisation disappeared. They simply vanished.

Lt. Kisay
Sir:  You should find everything in Order.....  ::::  pulls out a chair for the XO::::

Ens. Maverick
:: starts to walk toward TL, stops and sort of *bows* to the XO as he passes him ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: And what is your plan of action? 

Cmdr. Bradley
::walks over to Kisay::Report on status, Mr. Kisay.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::On the bridge, Dara is reading over reports, getting aclimated to the crew profiles::

Ens. Maverick
:: quickly gets into TL and heads to Holodeck 3 ::

Lt. Kisay
Sir:  Ship is at 100% efficency, Warp engines running smoothly, we have some minor holodeck problesm but other than that everything is A-ok

Ens. Maverick
:: arrives at Holodeck 3 and opens a panel ::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> At this point, we get down there and take notes. There isn't much else we can do.

Ens. Maverick
:: curses as he bites toung ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::waltzes over to the main engineering display and looks at shield status::

Lt. Kisay
:::  Sees Bradley looking for something to pick on :::::

Ens. Maverick
Well, well, well. Let's see whats wrong with this...

Ens. Maverick
:: sees a few crosses-wires ::

Lt. Kisay
:::  Smug Look ::::  There isn't anything wrong sir....  We're at 100%

Cmdr. Bradley
::pulls a white glove from tunic and puts it on hand::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::notices that the Captain was involved with the last battle with the Borg...::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: I presume your first study will be from orbit?

Cmdr. Bradley
::traces along the base of the screen with the glove::

Ens. Maverick
:: sees the cyan wire that is connected with the main console at the wrong port ::

Lt. Kisay
::::  Without the XO seeing Kisay wipes a coffee mug ring from the table:::::  

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> ::shakes head:: No- I want to get down there for a hands on look.

Cmdr. Bradley
::sees that the glove is clean::

Cmdr. Bradley
::walks over to the secondary systems display::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: then you have discounted any viral dangers?

Lt. Taylor
::wonders if she remembered to feed Stan her pet Llama before the duty shift......hmmm...::

Lt. Kisay
:::: Follows closely behind Bradley ::::

Cmdr. Bradley
::peers at the tractor beam status monitor::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> Yes- I have ruled that out.

Ens. Maverick
:: moves the cyan wire to the correct port and then puts the magenta wire where the cyan wire was ::

Lt. Taylor
::checks plotted course to Engar....::

Lt. Kisay
::::  Shifting uneasily ::::  Commander:  I assure you everything is within normal parameters.......

Cmdr. Bradley
::glances at Kisay::The Main tractor beam is out of spec, Mr. Kisay.::points to readout::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: forgive me, Doctor.......but how did you rule that out?

Ens. Maverick
:: remebers to report to Doctoe as soon as we arrive at Englar ::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Dnehorn> Captain, I would ask that you assemble an away team to assist my team. If you would be so kind.

Lt. Kisay
:::  taps a few display buttons::::  Commander:  :::points to display::::  Reads ok now.....

Lt. Taylor
::notes ETA to Englar is five minutes::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: arrangements have been made to have science team and a security team to join you. But first........

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> From atmosphere samples sent to us by the first team there. A Starfleet survey team made a thorough search from orbit.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: explain how you ruled out viruses

Lt. Taylor
*Ensign Sears*: Will you please go to my quarters and feed my Llama? Stan prefers the Llama Chow in the green bag.

Cmdr. Bradley
::grunts::Lt. adjusting the readout does not fix the tractor beam.  I suggest you get a crew on it soon.

Cmdr. Bradley
::walks over to the tricorder cabinet::

Lt. Taylor
<Sears> *Taylor*: Uh, Llama chow?

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: I see. Very Well then. However, I do insist on EVA suits until we are certain.

Lt. Taylor
*Ensign Sears*: Yes yes...in the GREEN bag. Can you handle it? And don't TOUCH anything!

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> As I said, Captain, the survey team sent by Starfleet found no evidence of viruses.

Lt. Kisay
::::  sighs a little :::::  Commander:  Aye sir....  :::points to Maverick.:::::  ::::whispers to him::::  Get your butt down there and get that Tractor beam working better than when it was installed do it now and do it fast....  Understood?

Lt. Taylor
<Sears> *Taylor* Uh, yes Lieutenant...

Cmdr. Bradley
::opens it and pulls a 'corder from its holder::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::::standing:::::::::

Lt. Taylor
::puts information about Englar on her station screen::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Denhorn: NEvertheless, Doctor. I insist on caution.

Cmdr. Bradley
::runs a short diagnostic::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::heads for the bridge:::::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley* Mr Bradley. Have the security team and science team under Mr Love report to transporter room 5.

Ens. Maverick
:: looks at Kisay with a "Ok, ok!" look ::

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}CO: aye, sir.

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::timidly goes into Taylor's quarters::

Ens. Maverick
:: walking fast for the tractor beam coontrol area, whatever it's called ::

Lt. Kisay
::::  Looks to Bradley for approval ::::  Sir?

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::looks around the bridge, getting her bearings and settling in::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley* Oh, and Mr Bradley. Have our good Doctor join them

Ens. Maverick
:: arrives and look at readings ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::holds a "stop" finger to Kisay::

Lt. Taylor
::feels relieved, knowing that Ensign Sears can handle the Llama with no problems::

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}CO: Yes, sir.

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::looks around fearfully for the Llama::

Ens. Maverick
:: adjusting modulation and energy intake to a very *pleasing* level ::

Lt. Taylor
::checks new ETA to Englar....::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::leads Denhorn to Transporter room 5:::::::: then heads toward the bridge:::::::::uncomfortable for no reason::::::::

Ens. Maverick
Hmmm... Nice Tractor Beam Emitter they have here...

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::finds green bag of Llama Chow...but where is the Llama?....::

Lt. Kisay
{#} Maverick:  As soon as you have completed the *fixup job*  Please report back to Engineering.

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}Lt. Love, Doctor Snow, please join the security team in TR room 5.  Mr. Love bring your team as well.

Ens. Maverick
{#}Yes, sir...

Lt. Taylor
::notes one minute until orbit::

Ens. Maverick
:: steps out of emitter and walks into TL ::

Lt. Blade Love
{#} Bradley: aye sir...

Dr. Snow
{#} On my way sir

Ens. Maverick
Engineering, please...

Dr. Snow
::leaving sickbay on way to TL::

Cmdr. Bradley
::turns to Kisay::Lt. these tricorders are all in need of calibration.  Please get to it ASAP.  Otherwise...

Lt. Blade Love
::on T/L..::

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::pouring Llama Chow into the bowl....hmm, Taylor never said huw much to feed the Llama>

Dr. Snow
::enter TL:: TR 5

Cmdr. Bradley
Kisay: Engineering looks good.  I'll see you later.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> :;stands, excuses himself from the Captain's presence, and gathers his team to the transporter room::

Lt. Kisay
:::  Nods to the Commander ::::  Aye Sir...

Ens. Maverick
:: stops quickly at a replicator and gets some water to put in hair ::

Ens. Maverick
:: puts the water in hair and rushes into Engineering, panting ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::turns and walks out to the corridor::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::in TL heading to bridge:::::::;still uncomfortable:::::;something about Denhorn::::::

Lt. Blade Love
::entering TR 5::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::enters bridge::::::::;;;

Dr. Snow
::exit TL......walking to TR::

Lt. Taylor
::sees Captain and stands::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Taylor: Status Mr Taylor .

Cmdr. Bradley
::walks around the corner and steps into TR 5::

Lt. Taylor
CO: We have just arrived at Englar and are entering stable orbit

Lt. Blade Love
::turns to see XO..::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Taylor: Very well. I have the bridge.

Cmdr. Bradley
::notes that Snow and Love are already there::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::::moves to center seat::::

Lt. Taylor
::nods at the captain and heads towards helm::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::nods to the captain::

Dr. Snow
::sees XO and Love::

Cmdr. Bradley
Snow/Love: Doctor, Lt. I thought I'd see you all off.

Ens. Maverick
:: heads fpr sickbay ::

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::heart stops as he suddenly realilzes that he left the door open::

Cmdr. Bradley
::notes the arrival of the security team::

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::races to the door, sees the back end of Stan disappearing around the corridor;:

Ens. Maverick
Woah, That Kisay guy is harsh... :: mutters that ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::gives the counselor a terse nod:::::::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Olbrun: Counselor. Welcome aboard.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::bites lip- Crazyhorse is nothing like Tirrick was as a captain::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::::then has an idea:::::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Olbrun: Counselor. Perhaps you would like to join our away team

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::nods in return::

Ens. Maverick
:: arrives in sickbay and comes up to Nurse Ogawa, who was transfered here since the destruction of the Enterprise-D ::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::she looks startled:: Captain, with due respect, I think it better that I remain on the bridge.

Ens. Maverick
<Ogawa>How Can I help you, Ensign?

Ens. Maverick
Umm.... I'm here for a physical...

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley* Mr Bradley. Make sure the away team wears environmental suits

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::blinks at Olbrun:::::::::

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::runs after Stan:: Heeeeere Stan, good Llama...

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}CO: I'm with the AT in TR 5 now.  I'll see to it.

Ens. Maverick
<Ogawa>Ok.... Sit down, please... ::smiles::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Olbrun: really? Very well. you may sit right there. .......and........watch, if you like.

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::runs from the crazy flailing man, enters a new room::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
Captain: Please understand. I will discuss this with you further at a future time, but now is not the time.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley* uh..........as a matter of fact, #1, perhaps you might accompany them

Ens. Maverick
Ogawa: OK.... ::does the stuff which I need to do, ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::tirns to Snow and Love::you heard her.  Enviro suits are the word of the day.

Ens. Maverick
<Ogawa> :: after physical complete :: Thats all, sir. You may head back to Engineering, now...

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> :;chasing after Stan the Llama, trips and falls, tearing his uniform::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::Dr. Denhorn speaks to his team, and gets a round of nods::

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}CO: Sir, are you sure we shouldn't use a cargo transporter to beam all these people down?

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
::::::::gives Olbrun a less than cordial nod:::::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley{#

Dr. Snow
Bradley: Yes sir...::going to locker to get suit::

Lt. Blade Love
Bradley: Yes...::turns to go get suited up::

Ens. Maverick
Thanks, Nurse... :: heads out and notices his hair is crisping up, just they way he likes it ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley* Negative, Mr Bradley. Beam them down in groups. Security team first.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::gives a mental shrug at the Captain's response, and turns back to her work::

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::confused, turns and runs into another room, afrraid of the flailing person behind him::

Lt. Kisay
{#}  Maverick:  We have work to do stop flirting with Nurse Ogawa and return to engineering.

Lt. Taylor
::checking orbit stability::

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}CO: Of course, Captain.  I was just trying to lighten things a bit.

Lt. Blade Love
::puting on EVA suit..::

Ens. Maverick
{#}I didn't even flurt with her, sir! I said "Thanks" and thats all!

Dr. Snow
::slides into suit::

Ens. Maverick
:: shakes head and returns to Engineering ::

Cmdr. Bradley
::watches the other teams get suited up::

Lt. Kisay
{#}  :::::::Taps communicator to acknowledge:::::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Taylor: Mr Taylor. Have the cargo transporters stand by with locks on the AT incase we need an emergancy beam out.

Dr. Snow
::ready yo go and waiting with med kit in hand::

Ens. Maverick
::suddenly wonders how Kisay knows that Ogawa was the nurse helping :: Weirdo...

Lt. Taylor
CO: Yes sir 

Cmdr. Bradley
::gets own suit on::

Ens. Maverick
:: approaches Kisay ::

Lt. Taylor
::entering commands to the cargo transporters::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::tries to put the fear of Denhorn out of her mind::

Cmdr. Bradley
::waves to the security team to get on the pads::

Lt. Blade Love
::erturns with suit on, waiting for further orders::

Lt. Kisay
::::  Grinds teeth ::::  Maverick:  I consider that inspection a failure.  I want you to go through every subroutine and make sure that EVERYTHING is at 200% No errors at all.  I have to re-calibrate these tricorders.

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::lumbers into a new room...sees a bunch of people standing around on a little platform...::

Kris
ACTION: THE SECURITY TEAM GETS ON THE PADS AND BEAMS DOWN TO THE PLANET TO BEGIN SETTING UP A PERIMETER.

Ens. Maverick
:: thinks he should have been a security officer ::

Ens. Maverick
:: they get all the AT fun ::

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::gets caught in the transporter beam::

Cmdr. Bradley
{#}K'Tarn: Lt. inform us when the perimeter is set.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec officer> :::::::immediately begins a security scan:::::::: 

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::enters the transporter room just in time to see Stan the Llama dematerialize....jaw drops open::

Kris
ACTION: THE TRANSPORTER CHIEF BARELY SAVES STAN THE LLAMA FROM TRANSPORTING DOWN TO ENGLAR.

Lt. Kisay
Maverick:  Did you hear me?

Lt. Taylor
<K'Tarn> *Bradley* Yes sir

Ens. Maverick
:: sputters :: What?

Lt. Taylor
<K'Tarn> ::sets up perimeter::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec Officer> K'tarn: All clear on my scanner , Sir

Lt. Kisay
Would you stop daydreaming about that nurse?

Lt. Kisay
::::  Grinds teeth ::::  Maverick:  I consider that inspection a failure.  I want you to go through every subroutine and make sure that EVERYTHING is at 200%.  I have to re-calibrate these tricorders.

Ens. Maverick
Oh.... Will do, Sir.

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::wets pants in relief as Stan the Llama rematerializes::

Ens. Maverick
Sir? 200%???

Cmdr. Bradley
::with helmet in hand, walks up to Denhorn::

Ens. Maverick
That could take hours! Maybe 5 or 6!

Lt. Kisay
Maverick:  As in better than 100%?

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> ::glances over at Bradley:: Can I help you, Commander?

Ens. Maverick
Oh, I thought you meant that literally

Cmdr. Bradley
Denhorn: Doctor, your team will be next.::gestures to the pads::

Ens. Maverick
:: walks over to the main engineering council ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec off 2> K'tarn: Nothing here either Sir.

Lt. Kisay
Maverick:  Your point is?  That Commander Bratley or whatever his name is will not make a mockery of us, now get to work.  ::::flaming mad:::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
<Denhorn> ::nods:: I understand. My team is ready.

Kris
ACTION: THE ARCHAEOLOGICAL TEAM STEPS ONTO THE PADS AND BEAMS DOWN TO THE PLANET.

Dr. Snow
Bradley: Yes sir ::steps on to pad::

Lt. Taylor
<K'Tarn> *Bradley* All appears to be secure on the planet

Lt. Kisay
::::  Takes tricorders and throws them into a pile :::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::materialises with his team::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec off 1>:::::::::;moves further out to form perimeter::::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::distributes his team::

Ens. Maverick
:: looks at Kisay and makes a note to inform Bradley of Kisay's feelings toward him or get him to talk to the Councelor ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::::sitting quietly on the bridge:::::::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::Dara says nothing::

Kris
ACTION: THE ARCHAEOLOGISTS DETECT SOME NEARBY RUINS.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Stardust: Make sure you keep a tight lock on them Mr Stardust

Cmdr. Bradley
::turns to Snow and Love::Lt's. you'll be next up.  I'l be going with the second team.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
<Stardust> Aye, Sir

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@::the team spreads out, and finds ruins, with strange markings::

Lt. Blade Love
::nods at XO..::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec off 2> :::::::::;;;covers the scientists:::::::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Fred> Doctor! I've found something!

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::lumbers out of the transporter room before Ensign Sears can catch him::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::runs over to the ruins, and pulls out a tricorder::

Kris
ACTION: THE NEXT TEAM WITH SNOW AND LOVE BEAMS DOWN TO THE PLANET'S SURFACE.

Lt. Blade Love
::stepping onto TR pad..

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
:::::::finds the closeness of the counselor discomforting::::::::sorry now she approved the additional seats on the bridge::::::::::

Lt. Taylor
<Ensign Sears> ::heads to his quarters to change his soiled, torn uniform::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec off 3>::::::::takes position to cover the second team down::::::

Dr. Snow
::materalize  on planet::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::senses the Captain's discomfort:: Captain: Sir, I will be retiring to my office. If you will excuse me.

Cmdr. Bradley
::waves the last team onto the pads and gets up too::

Lt. Blade Love
::materealizing on planet surface::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
Olbrun: Yes Counselor. That will be fine.

Lt. Taylor
::monitoring transporter lock on all AT members::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
:;she stands and goes to her office::

Ens. Maverick
:: finishes diognostics and walks to kisay :: Sir, I request permission to see the Councelor... :: thinks about the feelings of Kisay toward Bradley ::

Lt. Taylor
::idly checking info from nav sensors::

Cmdr. Bradley
TR Officer: Energize.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::she walks through the corridors, looking for her office::

Ens. Maverick
All systems above 100%, sir.

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<sec off 1>::::::::;;prepares for the third party down::::::::

Lt. Blade Love
::looks around, see's denhorn, walks over..::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
<TR officer> Aye Sir !

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> :;taking notes, observes something about a "great transfigurement"::

Lt. Kisay
Maverick: Go right ahead.

Ens. Maverick
Thank you, sir.

Ens. Maverick
:: heads for the Councelor's office ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<Sec off 2>:::::::nervously watching the scientist with K'tarn::::::::

Kris
ACTION: THE LAST GROUP BEAMS DOWN TO THE PLANET'S SRUFACE.

Ens. Maverick
:: riings the doorbell ::

Dr. Snow
::looking around.....waiting for XO::

Ens. Maverick
{doorbell}

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::enters somebody's quarters and begins munching on a houseplant::

Cmdr. Bradley
@::materializes on the surface::

Lt. Blade Love
@Denhorn: Sir, i am CSO, Lt. Love, i am here to offer any assistance you require..

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> Love: Please take notes to enter into your ships records.

Dr. Snow
@::sees last team materalize::

Ens. Maverick
{doorbell} :: rings again ::

Lt. Blade Love
@Denhorn: Is that all you require..?

Cmdr. Bradley
@::calls to K'Tarn::Lt. Status report.
Ens. Maverick
Computer: Location of Councelor Olbrun..?

Lt. Taylor
*Bradley* Security perimeter is secure

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::is rather abrupt, swept up by the thrill of discovery::

Cmdr. Bradley
@acknowledged, Mr. K'Tarn.

Ens. Maverick
{doorbell} :: sighs  as he rings the doorbell to the councelor's office AGAIN ::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<sec officers 1,2, 3> :::::: form a perimeter around scientists:::::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::Dara sits up in her chair:: Come in!

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::she is not in the best of moods::

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
@<sec off 1> ::::::::nods to K'tarn they are in position:::::::

Ens. Maverick
:: walks in ::

Dr. Snow
::walking over to group of scientists::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::looks up:: Can I help you, Ensign?

Cmdr. Bradley
::walks over to Doctor Denhorn::Sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to know how we can help you.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::gathering large masses of information:: Bradley, there is nothing you can do but mirror my notes for your ship.

Ens. Maverick
Umm... I was just going to inform you, or whatever, about a little Tension between 2 Senior Staff members... Kisay seems to have some harsh feelings toward Cmdr. Bradley...

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley*{#} Mr Bradley. Report please.

Ens. Maverick
I think it could disrupt Bradley and/or Kisay's performance

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::looking over her notes:: Ensign Maverick, is it?

Lt. Blade Love
@:: notices some type of writting on the remaining walls of the ruins, ::

Ens. Maverick
yes, Sir. Dustin maverick

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama> ::finishes off houseplant, leaves a little "present" and exits quarters::

Cmdr. Bradley
@{#}CO:Sir, we're all inplace here.  Everything's on schedule.

Lt. Blade Love
::getting out tricorder to analyze writtings::

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::continues to consult her notes:: According to my notes, control issues, and issues with command were a problem with the last Maverick...

Lt. Taylor
<Stan the Llama>:: lumbers down corridor.....::

Ens. Maverick
:: looks at her with a little "Say What?" look ::

Dr. Snow
@::fasinated...wanting to get a closer look :::

Lt. Blade Love
::making notes as to location and style of writtings..::

Cmdr. Bradley
@Denhorn: I'll assume that someone is already doing that.  Right?

Capt. J. Crazyhorse
*Bradley*{#} Very well, # 1. keep me posted. .........and.......be careful down there.......

Ens. Maverick
Ph, yes, You mean Rick

Ens. Maverick
He didn't care for Kisay much...

Cmdr. Bradley
@{#}CO: no worries, Captain.

Lt. Dara Olbrun
@<Denhorn> ::irritated:: Yes, yes. Leave me alone if you would.

Ens. Maverick
He HATED Kisay

Lt. Dara Olbrun
::pins Maverick down with a glance:: I would suggest that you take your issues up with Bradley yourself.

Kris
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