U.S.S. Pendragon
10505.07

Return to Camelot, pt 1

Starring:

Jeff as XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis/Sir_Lancelot
Sandy as OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove/Queen Gwenhwyfar
Dylan as CSO_LtCmdr_Toms/Sir_Galahad
Jack as FCO_LtJg_White/Mordred
Kyle as CTO_LtJG_Newind/Sir_Gawain
Keith as CEO_LtJg_Damien/Sir_Perceval

Absent:

Coot as CO_Capt_Rofax/Arthur_Pendragon

  Host warp9 says:
Last week on the USS Pendragon...

Host warp9 says:
The crew successfully halted the slaughter of the hominid species of Divi V.

Host warp9 says:
::run video of happy monkey people being joyfully  reunited with their tribes::

Host warp9 says:
Despite which, Captain Rofax seemed in a bit of a snit,  for reasons unknown.

Host warp9 says:
::run video of Rofax storming out of his ready room,  marching across the bridge, and disappearing into a  turbolift::

Host warp9 says:
:cue dramatic music::

Host warp9 says:
::begin credits over video of the Pendragon breaking  orbit, then going to warp::

Host warp9 says:
<<<<<<<<<begin mission>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::sitting at the helm monitoring the Pendragon's course.  Insuring that they are still at point 'B' trying to get from point 'A' to point 'C'::

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  The Pendragon is enroute to Starbase 14

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::at her console on the bridge::

TO_LtJG_Newind says:
::watching sensors, external and internal. AKA: Playing with the colored buttons that make noise::

CEO_LtJg_Damien says:
::In main engineering, just goofing off, pretending to work, his mind at ease::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: standing watch during the Captain's sleep period ::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::likes it when it's quiet ... looks around at the XO::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: ETA to Starbase 14, Mr. White?

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Sir, ETA is approximately one hour, sir.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: smiles at Jordan... sends her a mental caress ::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Thank you, Lieutenant.

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  The science console beeps an alarm.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: looks over to Toms ::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
CSO: What do we have, Commander?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::checks the sensors:: XO:  I see it, Sir.  Sensors are picking up chronoton particles.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Are they in our flight path, Mr. White?

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::checks to see if she can isolate the cause of the particles::

TO_LtJG_Newind says:
XO: Sir, the number of particles is increasing. Exponentially.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Sir, yes, sir.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  I'm trying to find the cause now ...

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: All stop.

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::responds appropriately:: XO: Sir, yes, sir.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::wonders why the FCO is so formal all of a sudden::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
OPS: Distance to the edge of the chronoton field?

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  Reverse thrusters fail.  The Pendragon still has momentum.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  30 seconds and counting.

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
:: alarmed now :: FCO: We're still moving, Mr. White. All stop!

FCO_LtJg_White says:
XO: Sir, Breaking thrusters have failed, sir.

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  Alarms are going off all over Main Engineering.

CEO_LtJg_Damien says:
::looking at the wildly flashing panel in front of him:: Oh.....%^$%%^

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  Re-routing power to impulse engines.   ::re-routes the power::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
*CEO*: Jose... we need braking thrusters now!

CEO_LtJg_Damien says:
::attempts to find the source::

CTO_LtJG_Newind says:
::groans, thinking about the never-ending stream of bad luck::

CTO_LtJG_Newind says:
XO/FCO: Can we turn around?

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  The Pendragon hits the chronoton field.

CEO_LtJg_Damien says:
*XO*: Working on it now....I may be able to improvise something should conventional means fail.

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  Time begins to slow down.

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
XO:  We should try.  I wouldn't recommend going into a chronoton field ... ::realizes she's too late as they hit the field::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::watches as everything seems to be moving slowly:: ALL:  What the .... !!!

CTO_LtJG_Newind says:
::fingers start to move slower::

XO_LtCmdr_Thraxis says:
FCO: Impulse... engines... full... reverse...  !!

FCO_LtJg_White says:
::fires the impulse engines at full reverse:: XO: Sir, yes, sir.

CEO_LtJg_Damien says:
::watches his arms and extremities move, leaving trails of there image in there wake:: Whoa......

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  Everything slows to a crawl, then stops

CSO_LtCmdr_Toms says:
::slowly scanning area::

OPS_LtCmdr_Pettigrove says:
::realizes nothing is moving::

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  The crew is frozen in time.

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  The crew find themselves seated at a round table in a stone room.

Host warp9 says:
ACTION:  Their memories are flooded with the memories of strangers.  They quickly forget who they were and become who they are.

Sir_Gawain says:
::feels a slight mental rush but quickly dismisses it::

Sir_Perceval says:
::feels out of place, then out of place for feeling out of place::

Sir_Galahad says:
::looks around the table::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::sits imperially on her throne next to the King::

Sir_Perceval says:
:: drinks heavily from a goblet::

Host King_Arthur says:
ACTION:  There is a feast set out on the table, with lots of wine and huge goblets

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: stands, raises his mug ::  All: To Britain, and her King!

Sir_Gawain says:
::cheers and raises his mug::

Sir_Galahad says:
::picks up a drumstick, and starts eating::

Sir_Perceval says:
::rips off the leg of a chicken and holds it in  the air with his mug:: Here here!

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::raises her mug:: All:  To the King ...

Sir_Perceval says:
All: To the King!

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: bows deeply to Arthur and Gwenhwyfar, then seats himself again ::

Mordred says:
::mutters:: All: To the king.

Host King_Arthur says:
::returns the toast and smiles at his queen::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::smiles at the king::  Arthur: To you, my Lord.

Host King_Arthur says:
::sits again and gestures for a wench to bring more wine::

Sir_Perceval says:
::sits and eats heartily::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::daintily knaws on a chicken leg::

Sir_Galahad says:
::continues with his food::

Host King_Arthur says:
::frowns as he drinks::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: works a joint of beef, never taking his eyes off Gwenhwyfar ::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::looks at Lancelot::

Mordred says:
::watches Lancelot and Gwenhwyfar than lets his mind work::

Sir_Gawain says:
::grabs a piece of meat and begins chewing it in a unmannerly way as is the fashion in such a time::

Host King_Arthur says:
All:  My knights.  Many weeks have passed since my lord Merlin was expected.  Still he has not appeared.  Has anyone seen him?

Sir_Gawain says:
King: Nay, I have not.

Sir_Lancelot says:
Arthur: Nay, my lord. I know of none who have.

Sir_Galahad says:
King: No, my liege.

Mordred says:
::Shrugs and looks around:: King: Nor I, lord.

Sir_Perceval says:
King: Nary a word

Host King_Arthur says:
::looks around hopefully to see if anyone else has news::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Arthur:  I, too, have not heard word, My Lord.

Host King_Arthur says:
Gwen:  He should have been here for Beltane.  But he was not.  I fear some evil has befallen him.

Sir_Lancelot says:
Arthur: Would you have your knights search for him, my lord?

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Arthur:  I hope not, My Lord.

Sir_Gawain says:
::looks up at the mention of the knights::

Host King_Arthur says:
::considers Lancelot's offer::

Host King_Arthur says:
::nods::  All:  At dawn we ride to his lair.  His page may have word of him.

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: bows :: Arthur: As you command, my King.

Sir_Galahad says:
::drinks wine from his shine goblet::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: continues eating... and watching Gwenhwyfar ::

Sir_Perceval says:
::burps in agreement:: All: We ride as Knights of the roundtable:: near passing out::

Host King_Arthur says:
::watches Lancelot watching the Queen and wonders.  And not for the first time::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: laughs :: Perceval: Assuming you can sit upright in your saddle, Perceval!

Sir_Gawain says:
::notes the King watching Lancelot watching the queen and wondering::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Arthur:  It is my time to retire, My Lord.

Mordred says:
::eats little and watches the other knights not looking forward to the ride or the meeting with the blasted Merlin.::

Host King_Arthur says:
::stands and offers the Queen his arm::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::takes his arm and stands::

Sir_Galahad says:
::watches the food and wonders "should I have some more"?::

Host King_Arthur says:
Gwen:  Do you require an escort, my lady?

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: stands and bows to the King and Queen :: Both: Rest well, my lord and lady.

Sir_Perceval says:
Lancelot:: I'll be fit when the time comes ::laughs::

Mordred says:
::stands as the King and Queen stand and stands silently still watching::

Sir_Galahad says:
::stands::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Arthur:  No, My Lord.  My Ladies in Waiting will attend me.

Sir_Gawain says:
::stands::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: observes Mordred from the corner of his eye... something about that one he does not trust ::

Host King_Arthur says:
Gwen:  Still.  It is dark in the passages.  Lance:  Sir Lancelot, if you will escort my queen to her chambers?

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Arthur:  As you wish, My Lord.

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: bows :: Arthur: It will be my honor, Your Majesty.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  Come, Sir Knight.  Be my escort.

Mordred says:
::shifts restlessly on his feet::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: wipes his hands and moves to Gwenhwyfar's side, holding out his arm:: Gwenhwyfar: My Lady?

Host King_Arthur says:
Galahad/Gawain/Perceval:  How goes the grail quest.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::takes his arm::

Host King_Arthur says:
::sits back down::

Sir_Perceval says:
:::thinks..not that damn thing again::

Sir_Gawain says:
::looks to the other two:: King: We fare well on the quest, sir.

Sir_Galahad says:
King: It goes slowly, m'lord.

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: escorts Gwenhwyfar from the chamber ::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::walks along with the gallant knight::

Host King_Arthur says:
Mordred:  More wine, nephew?  ::holds out a pitcher::

Sir_Lancelot says:
Gwenhwyfar: Your loveliness grows with each passing day, my Queen. Soon, it will be perilous for mortal men to gaze upon your face.

Mordred says:
::shakes his head:: King: Nay liege.  I have drunk my fill.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  Your praise is welcome, Sir Knight.  But do be careful what you say around His Majesty.

Host King_Arthur says:
Mordred:  Sit with us. Your thoughts on the grail are needed.

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: smiles :: Gwenhwyfar: I mean no offense, my Lady. My admiration is sincere.

Mordred says:
::seats himself with the knights:: King: I have found neither hints nor clues to speed your search, m'lord.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  As is my appreciation, and my warning.  His Majesty would not be kind if he thought your admiration was more than that.

Host King_Arthur says:
::looks to the other Knights::

Sir_Lancelot says:
Gwenhwyfar: I understand, my Lady. And here is the threshold of your bedchamber. I wish you the most pleasant of dreams.

Sir_Gawain says:
::looks back at the King::

Sir_Gawain says:
::steps on a cricket::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  My thanks, Sir Knight.

Host King_Arthur says:
::winces::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::turns to enter her chambers::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: makes no move to remove his hand from where it rests on Gwenhwyfar's, on his arm ::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  Release me at once!

Sir_Gawain says:
::thinks that may not have been a cricket::

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: obeys, kneels :: Gwenhwyfar: My abject apologies, my Queen.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  Arise, Sir Knight.  :

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: stands ::

Mordred says:
::chews on a heal of bread::

Host King_Arthur says:
All at the Round Table:  It grows silent.  A dark shadow is spreading.  The Merlin's influence is waning...

Sir_Lancelot says:
Gwenhwyfar: My heart betrays me, Lady. I beg forgiveness.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  As does mine, Sir Lancelot.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::smiles at him::

Sir_Gawain says:
::coughs:: ALL: I beg excuse so that I may answer the call of nature.

Sir_Perceval says:
::farts:: Gawain: Better out than in

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: bows again :: Gwenhwyfar: I take my leave of you. Good night, Lady.

Sir_Gawain says:
Perceval: Yes, yes.. You always say.

Sir_Lancelot says:
:: backs away, then turns and strides down the corridor without a backwards glance ::

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
Lancelot:  Good night, Sir Lancelot.

Queen_Gwenhwyfar says:
::turns and enters her chambers::

Sir_Gawain says:
::stands up and does a rather funny walk to the nearest bucket::

Host King_Arthur says:
<<<<<<<<<<<<pause mission>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>