U.S.S. Pendragon
10609.30
“Out of Time” Pt. 1

Directed by:
Coot

Starring:
Jeff as Bo 
Jane as XO Luchena 
 Dylan as CSO Toms 
 Keith as CEO Damien 
Cory as CMO Combs
Eli as CIV DeRidder 

 Guest Starring:
Sandy as OPS Pol
Lynda as FCO Rochelle

Absent:
Kyle as TO Newind.

Host Coot says:
Last time on the U.S.S. Pendragon . . .

Host Coot says:
The Crew had reached Elegy III but not without an unexplained warp bubble engulfing the ship although the Pen was simply maintaining orbit. An escape attempt catapulted the ship 200 years into the future according to Starfleet beacons.

Host Coot says:
On the surface, the Captain and Lt. Newind landed a shuttle to begin the medical relief efforts. The Pendragon disappeared from sensors, presumably due to a massive chronoton field around the ship. Unbeknownst to them is the Pen's true fate.

Host Coot says:
Pendragon sensors show the planet as a desolate wasteland which begs the question, what did the relief mission do, if anything. Answers lie on the surface, but many more seem to be chasing the Pendragon through orbit.

Host Coot says:
< < < < Being Mission: Out of Time > > > >

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::Piper looks around Sickbay, noting that everything seemed to be in perfect order. This meant that she really had nothing to do, but to wait for the higher ups on the Bridge to find a way to return the Pendragon back to their proper point in time::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::On the bridge, having just briefly briefed the executive officer::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::on the bridge at the OPS station::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::sitting at her helm station::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: LRS are detecting a vessel.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  How do we get back, Jose?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::picks up something:: XO:  Commander, I'm picking up a vessel.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She smiles slightly to herself as she enters her office. This was now her office, and this was now her Sickbay. Piper knew that she needed to trust herself, and her Senior Staff::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: On the surface, the CO and TO get to work, triaging as many as they can with the help of the local physicians.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::sitting at a secondary station on the bridge::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::listening intently::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::attempts to identify said picked up vessel::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Well, I was thinking of a slingshot maneuver around a nearby sun - it has worked it the past, no pun intended, But I'll need help from the science department

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Damn it.  ::looks at the CIV::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::listens to the bridge banter as she corrects the orbit a tad::

CSO_Cmdr_Toms says:
::sitting quietly in his room, looking at the stars. Stands, and moves over to the window, standing inches away::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::thinks of Edward::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::returns the look:: XO: What?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CIV:  Can you do something for me?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: Try and find us a sun equivalent of Sol

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She walks over to her desk and takes a seat behind it, still not really sure what she should be doing to help with the situation::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::doesn't like being ignored:: XO:  Commander ...

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
XO: I'll do what I can...   ::smiles half heartedly::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::can't quite bring himself to look at Jordan's old station::  OPS:  Yes.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::gets up and walks over to the XO, placing a hand on the lone, center seat of the Excelsior-class bridge::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CIV:  Can you go down to sickbay and get briefed on Commander Tom’s situation.  See if you can think of a way to draw him in.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  As I tried to tell you earlier, long-range sensors are picking up a vessel, unknown configuration ... but the engine signature appears to be of Trill design.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: You want me to do what???? In this area?? for a slingshot maneuver??

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: Well I will see what I can do for you sir.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  We need to get out of here before that ship finds us.  Temporal Prime Directive.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: Calm down. Look for a sun the size of Sol,

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::wonders why the CEO would be asking me to do the CSO's job::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: I agree. We can look for that sun anywhere

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  What's the ship's course?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::keeps a track on the vessel ... forwards it's location to flight so they can avoid it at all costs::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Trill vessel is sending out an automated distress signal, it is badly damaged.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::raises an eyebrow::  XO: I thought we talked about this...  ::turns and heads to the turbo lift, a half-frown on his face::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  It's drifting ... I'm picking up an automated distress signal ... sensors read it is badly damaged.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: You need to ignore it. Sir.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::turns in her chair:: CEO:  They are Trill!  We must go to their aid!

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CIV:  We need to make contact with Commander Toms.  Please find a way~~~

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Set course for the Trill vessel and engage, maximum warp.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
OPS: Doesn't matter. We can't intervene

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Are there any other ships in the area?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Commander!

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She stands up from her desk and enters Sickbay, looking around::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Trill vessel is attempting to hail the Pendragon, priority message to Cmdr. Mikal Luchena.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  We can't let them die!

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::scans for other vessels:: XO:  Checking now ... Commander they are hailing ... priority message for you specifically!

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: But you must! It's the same as killing them, temporal directive wise

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks surprised::  OPS:  Put it on the main view screen.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Jose, please.  Consider this some time to refine your calculations for the jump back.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  I'll try .. the signal isn't good ... ::attempts to put the comm on the screen::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> CMO: Doctor, all medical systems seem to be in perfect order. Would you like a complete listing of each diagnostic performed?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::disgusted:: XO: I'll do my best

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  We're answering a distress call.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::returns to his computations::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: A young, female Trill appears on screen. She shows clear signs of being "roughed" up recently.

CSO_Cmdr_Toms says:
::wanders around his quarters for a few moments, then heads back to the window. Stands again, seemingly uncomfortable with the changes outside::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::continues to search for a sun as the CEO requested but is startled by the view screen and the female Trill::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::looks at the Trill on the screen ... ::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She turns toward Servek, not expecting her to just pop up like that:: Servek: Oh, hello Servek. No, that won't be necessary. ::She jumps at the sound of her Combadge:: *XO*: Do we have a makeup of the humanoids?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::enters sickbay::

Bo says:
# *COM* PEN: _Teralina_ hailing USS Pendragon. _Teralina_ hailing USS Pendragon. Pendragon, please respond.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
Out loud: Doctor Combs?  

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  How many life signs?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She jumps at the sound of her name:: CIV: Yes?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::scans the ship for life signs:: XO:  Only one, Sir.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Should we answer them?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> ::She turns toward the CIV, watching him curiously::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Several crewmembers enter Sickbay, complaining of nausea.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CMO: Hi...   ::extends hand for a handshake::  David DeRidder.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
COM:  Teralina:  We're on our way to your location.  What's the problem?

Bo says:
# *COM* PEN: Mikal? Is that you?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::notes the throng of people coming into sickbay::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
COM:  Bo:  Commander Mikal Luchena.  First Officer.  USS Pendragon.  Who are you?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She takes his hand:: CIV: Uh, hi... it's good to meet you, sir. Do you need help with anything? ::She watches as all of the people come in:: Servek: Uh... Lieutenant, please have the staff assembled.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
Self: Who is this new OPS?  She is a trill that much I know but she is different some how.  ::shakes her head to clear it and goes back to her work::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> CMO: As you wish, Doctor. ::She moves toward the patients and taps her Combadge at the same time::

Host Coot says:
# ACTION: LRS are detecting another vessel, unknown configuration. However, the energy signature matches that of several damaged areas of the Trill vessel.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  One Trill.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::follows the CMO as she begins to tend to those that are sick:: CMO: Well...  Commander Luchena asked that I come down here and be briefed on Commander Tom’s situation....

Bo says:
# *COM* PEN: My name's Bo. The Teralina's  life support is failing. Could you please take her in tow, and beam me aboard? 

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Commander I'm picking up another vessel ... energy signature matches the damaged Trill vessel ...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
COM:  Bo:  Absolutely.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  How soon until transporter range?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
CIV: Hold that thought... *XO*: Understood. We'll be ready, sir.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
XO: Computing now sir.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::wonders about chaos theory, given they are messing with time::

Bo says:
# *COM* PEN: Great. Um... I've kinda got... someone chasing me. There might be... a little trouble.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  What's its heading and ETA?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She moves away from Lieutenant DeRidder, as if forgetting about him, straight for her medics:: Medics: Prepare for a possible medical emergency. One Trill, perhaps joined. Have a Biobed prepared - stat.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CMO: Looks like you're about to have your hands full though.....   

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  I should have listened to you.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::coughs:: XO: I'm working on the slingshot maneuver. Where the hell is Toms when you need him?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CMO: If I could have the use of your office for a moment, I'll troll through his file and get what I need....  

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  We'll need to drop this woman off somewhere before we go back.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
CIV: You don't have access to his medical file, Lieutenant. I can open a very brief summary for you, but that's all I can do for now.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
XO: Coming into transporter range now sir.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CMO: Oh...  Trust me...   I have access....

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: maybe the lifeless planet below us, she certainly can't get into any trouble there. Course then she'd die, and we'd all feel bad.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::winks at the CMO::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::laughs out loud::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::feels much better::  CEO:  Thank you Jose.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
CIV; Then you'll need to access those files out of my office. I don't one to be the one in trouble for you breaking some code or something...

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  It's on an intercept course with Bo's vessel ... ETA ... 20 minutes at current speed.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Well? What did you expect? ::laughs himself::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::taken a back::  CMO: Little straight laced for a physician aren't you?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::quietly::  OPS:  Will we have time to grab her before they get there?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::feels the kittens move::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
CIV: I'm new to all of this, sir. Protocol dictates... of course, we aren't really in our "time", so it wouldn't matter now would it?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Possibly ... we don't know just what these ships can do, given they are two centuries ahead of us ...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Can you get lock on her now?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::tries to get a transporter lock on the Trill::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  If you've got a course in mind, pass it along to the FCO.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  I have a lock ... beaming her to sickbay now.  ::engages transporters::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  Trill incoming.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She takes a deep breath and then motions to her office:: CIV: Be my guest, sir. Just don't make a mess. ::She moves toward the Biobed at the XO's comm::

CSO_Cmdr_Toms says:
::starting to appear extremely agitated. Heads to his quarters consol, and runs a internal check, getting access to the computers data on the local space climate::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Get us the heck out of here!

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::nods respectfully::  CMO: Many Thanks Doctor.  

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::doesn’t need to be told that::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::heads to the CMOs office and sits at the desk, beginning to access the medical file of the CSO::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
XO: Escape course plotted and laid in and initiated sir.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Scan for a class M planet.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Found a suitable star yet?

Bo says:
# ACTION: A somewhat wispy, red-haired Trill in her mid-twenties materializes in Sickbay, and immediately and unceremoniously sits down on the floor. She looks like she may pass out.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::scanning::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::wheels the Pen around and punches the engines up and spins 120 degrees to port as she flies out of the area faster than greased lightening::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Not yet

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::Combs raises an eyebrow and immediately begins to scan the young woman with her Tricorder:: Bo: I take it you aren't feeling so well?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::looks though the star charts on his console::

Host Bo says:
:: weakly ::  CMO: No...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::imagines he feels the ship shudder::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
Self: Hmmmm...   ::mumbles::  Neural Dysplasia?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::searching for a class M planet::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: You might try looking in sector 345 I have located a sun that may be to your needs.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::realizes he's been standing in the middle of the bridge like a fool::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: Good, I'll take a look at it

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The Pen zips off at high warp, putting a fair amount of distance between them and the new vessel.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: Happy to serve sir.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: Thank you ::winning smile::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::makes his way to the center chair::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
Bo: Well don't worry, we'll fix you right up. ::She smiles slightly as she continues to monitor the readings:: Bo: What exactly happened aboard your ship?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: we've found our sun

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Still looking for a Class M Planet though ...

Host Bo says:
CMO: Um... I got... they were shooting at me...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Coordinate search area with Commander Damien.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
CEO:  Happen to find any class M planets on the way to the sun?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
Bo: Why exactly? ::She picks up a hypospray and injects the young woman:: Bo: This should ease the pain.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
OPS: I have several possibilities. I'll send them through to your console. :: sends the data:: 

Host Bo says:
:: closes her eyes :: CMO: Thank you. They... well... I owe them some latinum.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
CEO:  Thanks.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::completes reading the brief psychological profile for Toms::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She watches the woman for a moment:: Bo: For what?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: Sir there are three class M planets there. Two which fit the same as Earth and one that is a bit less like Earth.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  How is our guest.  Any critical injuries?

Host Bo says:
:: opens her eyes, looks at Piper ::  CMO: If you must know... I'm a lousy dabo player.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The pursuing vessel slips off of sensors as the Pen continues to warp along.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
OPS: Looks like we've found a few of those possibilities.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Sir, the second vessel has just disappeared off sensors ... I think we lost them ...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Excellent news.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
CEO:  Agreed.  Scanning each for life forms.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She taps her Combadge:: *XO*: She is doing fine, sir. It seems that she has a few cuts and bruises, but nothing life threatening.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::gets up and heads back out to sickbay approaching the CMO::  CMO: Another second of your time Doctor?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::doesn't like swimming in the primordial pool like this::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  Good.  Equipment her with some survival gear and have her escorted to the transporter room.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The chronoton bubble in orbit of Elegy III blips onto sensors briefly as the Pendragon warp past the system.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
Bo: Really? Well that sounds rather interesting... ::She pauses:: *XO*: You're sending her away, sir?

Host Bo says:
:: suddenly sits bolt upright ::  Self: Jumpin' Klingons! I forgot!  :: jumps up and grabs Piper by both shoulders ::  Where's Mikal?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She looks a bit stunned as she is grabbed by the woman before her:: Bo: He... he is on the Bridge. He can hear you right now over the comm...

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> ::She walks over to the CIV:: CIV: Lieutenant, do you require assistance?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Commander, the solution may be easier than we thought. The chronoton bubble that got us here is right where it was 230 years ago

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: It could be our ticket back

Host Bo says:
*CO*: Mikal! Mikal, are you going to try the slingshot maneuver?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Just go right in the way we came?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: You want me to fly through that again?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*Bo*:  We're considering it.  Why?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: It's certainly worth a shot. It's not like we can screw this up anymore that we already have.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She raises an eyebrow, wondering how this woman knows Mikal. Because of this, she decides to compare her DNA records to anyone from the Pendragon::

Host Bo says:
*CO*: You can't! You mustn't! Listen, I... I have to talk to you. In private. May I come up to the Ready Room?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: That will be the commander’s decision

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CMO: Just your brief assessment you offered a few minutes ago.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Change course.  Back to Elegy III.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*Bo*:  Come on up, but quickly.  We have to get you off the ship.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> CIV: I will assist you if needed, Doctor Combs is busy.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She turns toward Bo, watching her carefully:: Bo: Captain Thraxis?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Out loud:  I wonder how she knows me...  ::wonders::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
Servek: Have you had occasion to treat or attend to Commander Toms?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::looks at the XO with shock:: XO: Sir back to Elegy III?   Understood sir.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> CIV: I have, Lieutenant. What do you require?

Host Bo says:
CMO: Hi. Not any more. Bye!  :: dashes out of Sickbay and enters a waiting turbo lift ::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::brings the Pen back around and puts her on the heading for Elegy III again::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Right.  I wasn't on the bridge when we fell through the first time.  Can you take over command for the maneuver?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  I think I might know the answer to that one, Commander .....

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  What?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She taps her Combadge:: *XO*: Commander! Sir! That woman seems to be... Thraxis...

Host Bo says:
CPU: Bridge.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Sure

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  I believe that woman is the host to Thraxis.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Thraxis?  ::laughs::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  You find our joining funny?  ::getting mad::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO/OPS/FCO:  I think I'm about to get a stern reprimand.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She cannot believe the readings, however, it is medically possible for sure:: *XO*: My scans show that she is indeed the host of the symbiont Thraxis, Commander. Please be warned...

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::stands back::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Internal sensors detect Bo and lock down the transporter just as it reaches the bridge. The doors remain shut.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  If it is Thraxis ... she is not the Captain. Albaron was.  This person may have Thraxis' memories but it is not Albaron ... remember that.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  Warned?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::guides Servek aside::  Servek: Would you say the diagnosis in his file...   Adult Onset Neural Dysplasia is accurate?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::stands as a familiar life force is near::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  I always preferred Thraxis to Albaron anyways.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
*XO*: It seems she knows something we don't, sir. I just have no idea what that something is...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  Perhaps she's about to tell us.  Come up to the bridge if you like.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
*XO*: I'd just be in the way, sir.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
XO: Sir I am sensing a familiar lifeforce is near.

Host Bo says:
:: bumps her nose on the door as she tries to exit ::  Self: Ow!

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  I wouldn't know ... I haven't met him yet ...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CMO*:  I'll keep the comm open.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Or her, as the case may be

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  What's taking so long?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: The bridge is locked Sir. If you want to see Bo, you’ll have to allow her on the bridge

Host Bo says:
:: bangs on the door, yells :: HEY! Let me out, willya?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> CIV: His diagnosis is nothing more than a fancy term to discuss his inner dealings with the remains of the Borg he has encountered several years previously. He seems to have shut himself down in order to "protect: himself, which is highly illogical.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Oh.  Right.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
XO:  Looks like security kicked in ... Shall I let her in?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
OPS:  Please

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
*XO*: Thank you, sir. I'll listen in.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::overrides the security and unlocks the doors::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::remains standing and turns to the turbo lift doors::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::nods::  Servek: I see...   Falsifying medical records...   I'm starting to see part of why Doctor Yates left....   ::turns to walk out::  Thank you....

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The lift doors slide open, revealing the stranger within.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Let me know when we're in transporter range of the next class M planet.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  Welcome to the Pendragon.

Host Bo says:
:: emerges from the lift car, looks around :: All: Well, that was a fine welcome...   XO: Mikal!  

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Will do

Host Bo says:
:: leaps into Luchena's arms and plants a solid, rather lengthy kiss square on his lips ::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::enjoys it immensely::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::stands and turns just in time to see Bo's actions:: Bo:  Thraxis?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> ::She follows the CIV:: CIV: Lieutenant, those records were created by the Ship's Counselor. Your logic is flawed. It seems, many's logic is flawed when it comes to Commander Yates and Mister Luchena. ::She then returns to her duties::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::thanks the goddess David is not on the bridge::

Host Bo says:
:: suddenly steps back :: XO: Oh. Oh my. Um... sorry. It's... just that it's been so long since I've seen you. All of you. 

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: When you’re done, I have the closest M class planet. It's Elegy III

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::grins::  Bo:  I see I have a lot to look forward to.  Now, you had some advice for us?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
Bo: All of us?

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::doesn't know what to make of this host::

Host Bo says:
All: Hello, everyone. Jose... Maria... Pol. As you've probably guessed, I'm Thraxis. Bokeri Thraxis, to be precise.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CEO:  Perfect.  We'll drop her there.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::pauses:: Servek: Dr. Combs is straight laced....   You on the other hand...  Like to live life dangerously I see....  ::continues out the door::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  ETA to Elegy III?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
Bo: Gotta say captain, I like this body you're in. So what wisdom do you have to impart on us?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
Bo: Thraxis?  ::trying to remember::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
<LtJG Servek> ::She ignores the CIV, understanding the illogical nature of humanoids:: CMO: Doctor, has there been anything of interest discovered?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::strokes his chin trying to hide his smile::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::pauses and leans up against the wall in the corridor, sighing a breath of frustration::  Self: This being a regular officer is going to be tough...  

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::is confused by all this::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She turns toward Servek, listening in on the Bridge's conversation:: Servek: Nothing of interest yet...

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  ETA Lieutenant?

Host Bo says:
CEO: I always thought you had a bit of the lecher in you, Jose. But thank you. I do try to stay trim. Um... I need to talk to Mikal alone. Paradox stuff. You understand.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
XO: 10 minutes sir to Elegy III.  Sorry sir for the delay.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::places hand on the interface conduit on the wall::  CPU: Computer...  Location Commander Edward Toms.... 

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::stands::  CEO: You have the bridge.  Transport her when in range.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
XO: Aye

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::again feels her kittens move::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::heads to the CO's ready room, hoping the door recognizes him::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
Self: Oh great not now.

Host Bo says:
:: follows Luchena ::

Host Coot says:
<CPU> CIV: Cmdr Toms is currently located in his quarters.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::steps into the ready room and sits on the desk::  Bo:  What's up?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CPU: And where are his quarters?

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
::is still bothered by her familiarity of the life sign::

Host Bo says:
:: sits in a nearby chair :: XO: A month ago... I saw the Pendragon destroyed.

Host Coot says:
<CPU> CIV: Cmdr Toms' quarters are located on Deck 2, Section 3.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  She flew a long time.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
CPU: Thank you Computer.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::begins to walk towards a turbo lift::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: LRS pickup the ship that was pursuing Bo.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
OPS: Do you see what I see?  ::points to the LRS::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::arrives at Toms' quarters and rings the chime::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO/OPS: It's the ship that was pursuing Bo I take it?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
Servek: I'll be in my office if I'm needed, Lieutenant. I don't believe this conversation should be heard here. ::She moves toward her office and has the comm transferred to it::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: It fits the ion signature.

Host Bo says:
XO: No, you don't understand. I saw *this* Pendragon destroyed. I'd had to drop out of warp to repair my plasma vents -- damn things are always cloggin on me -- and every sensor I had started screaming. A... hole... opened up 4000 kilometers off my port bow, and the Pendragon came out of it. The temporal anomaly alert went nuts. It was *you*, Mikal... trying to get back to your own time. You didn't make it.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
FCO:  Yeah I see it.  CEO:  It's the same ship.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
FCO: What is its ETA?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  How were we trying to get back?

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::rings the CSOs chime again::

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: Given it is current speed I would guess in about 15 minutes.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
CEO:  Confirmed.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::idly picks up a holodisc from the desk::

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She picks up her glass of orange juice and grabs it a bit harder than usual as Bo speaks about the Pendragon's destruction::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
*XO*: Hate to break up the reunion commander, but Bo's antagonist ship has found us, and is closing in.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::turns it on::

Host Bo says:
XO: I don't know. I tried to hail you -- it took a minute, but I was able to unscramble your transponder code, that's how I knew who you were. But I couldn't hail you. The transponder code was being transmitted in reverse. You were going backwards in time, Mikal.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::stares at the hologram of Jordan::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  We have to go back.  If it kills us so be it.  But you we have to set down safely and soon.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::grows worried::  CPU: Computer...  Emergency Access...   Deck 2, Section 3, Cabin 28...   Authorization DeRidder Theta 1 1 4 Alpha

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::slowly pulls his eyes from the hologram and looks at Bo consideringly::

Host Bo says:
XO: I've got sensor readings. Maybe you can figure out what destroyed the ship. And setting me down safely may be difficult. I'm... being hunted.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The doors to Toms' quarters do not respond and power to the immediate area dies.

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She runs a hand through her long black hair as she listens, wondering what the Pendragon got themselves into::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  We're going back through the chronoton field and we're dropping you on Elegy III.  I'm sorry, but we must.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
::now very concerned - slaps com badge::  *Bridge* DeRidder to Bridge...   We just lost power on Deck 2, Section 3...   What's going on?

Host Bo says:
XO: Mikal, if you leave me on Elegy III, I'll be killed.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  We can't take you with us.  What do you suggest?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
*CIV*: This is commander Damien, I'll have one of my staff look into it when I've got time, which is Not Now.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
CEO:  I can take a look.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
OPS: As long as it doesn’t involve you leaving the bridge, go ahead. I need you here.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::begins checking into the power failure ... ::

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
*CEO* All due respect Commander, you need to get someone to make the time right this second.  ::says sternly::  A man's health and career is at stake....  

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Sensors are detecting the chronoton field still "leaking" chronotons into space. It is approximately 1/4 the size it was when the Pendragon escaped it.

Host Bo says:
:: sighs :: XO: I'm not the Thraxis who was captain of this ship, Mikal. That's pretty obvious, I guess. I've... got a little gambling problem. I owe the Thindon Casino on Dallen IV forty bars of gold-pressed latinum, and I can't pay. They've sent a couple of Hirogen to make an example of me.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*OPS*:  I don't suppose we have any gold pressed latinum on board?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
*CIV*: I'll have someone look into it. ::sends a comm to engineering to have a lackey repair team sent::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
*XO*:  Gold pressed latinum?  Sir?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*OPS*:  Check.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
~~~XO: Mikal...~~~~

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
*XO*:  If you say so.  ::checks ships stores::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  Can I ask you a question while we wait?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CIV:  I'm here~~~~

Host Bo says:
:: smiles :: XO: Of course.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
~~~XO: I know you have your hands full...   But all the power down here around Toms' quarters just went belly up.  What am I going to find on the other side of that door?~~~

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She takes in a deep breath, thankful that they met Bo::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  Do I ever have children, that you know of?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
~~~CIV:  Edward Toms I hope.~~~

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
*XO*:  Bridge to Luchena.  I can rustle you up 10 bars ... there may be more but no one seems to want to part with it ...

Host Bo says:
:: looks down ::  XO: Mikal... you know that answering a question like that is very bad idea, from a temporal point of view. I'll tell you that if you do have children, you'll be a terrific father.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
~~~XO: Yah Yah Yah...  Don't be a smart ass...   I'm really concerned here~~~~

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She takes another sip from her orange juice, and makes a few notes on a PADD::

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
::still working to restore power to the CSO's quarts and surrounds::

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  And having two Thraxis in my time is an unbearable thought.  What do you want us to do with you?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
<EO Ivers>::arrives at the CIV's location:: CIV: What happened?

Host Bo says:
XO: Um... well... I do know of a way that I can get out of hot water with the casino. Maybe a teeny little bit of help?

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The power failure to Toms' quarters begins a cascade of failures throughout the ship. Sections are failing like a chain of dominoes.

CIV_Lt_DeRidder says:
EO: I attempted an emergency override of security lockout on Commander Toms' cabin door, then all power in this section went down.

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*OPS*:  Prepare to transport it to Elegy III with our guest.

OPS_Lt_Pol says:
Self:  Uh oh ... CEO:  Sir, we have a problem ... cascade power failures throughout the ship!

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
OPS: Is what I think happening to the ship actually happening?

CMO_Lt_Combs says:
::She raises an eyebrow as the power in Sickbay fluctuates:: Self: More power outages?

Host XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Bo:  I can't think of what other help we can give you.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
OPS: Yep you just confirmed my horrible thoughts.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Engines fail, life support dies, and the ship is plunged into darkness.

FCO_Lt_M_Rochelle says:
CEO: Better tell the old man that I just lost propulsion.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
<EO_Ivers> You're new right? Could be incorrect protocol over-ride. I'll take a look at it ::attempts to restore power::

Host Coot says:
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