Host RAdm_Stalker says:
<<<<<<<<<<<<<begin mission>>>>>>>>>>>>>

CEO_Jarek says:
::In ME instructing his team on their orders::

MO_Brooks says:
::In sickbay, places a PADD onto a data-transfer port and presses a few controls to download her reports to the PADD::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::at ops station::

FCO_Soree says:
::Checks the orbit around Cestus III::

FCO_Soree says:
*CO* We've established orbit sir.

CEO_Jarek says:
Engineering crew: We need to get the Sensor arrays operating at full capacity, as well as the WPS systems. I will be on the Bridge. Lt. Carney you have ME

OPS_Kenzia says:
*CO* The Admiral is waiting to be transported over to the ship sir.

CEO_Jarek says:
:: Heads for the TL::

Host CO_Weaver says:
*FCO*  Thank you.  *OPS*  Permission granted.  Inform him I'll meet him in the transporter room.

MO_Brooks says:
::Upon the chirp of completion, tips the PADD into her other hand and turns out of sickbay::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Exits TL On the Bridge::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Stands from his chair, having finally sorted his desk out, and moves out onto the bridge for the Turbolift::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Sees the CO::

CEO_Jarek says:
CO: Hello Captain

OPS_Kenzia says:
::informs the Aries that permission has been granted and that the CO will meet the Admiral in the transporter room::

Host CO_Weaver says:
CEO:  Mr. Jarek.  ::Nods and continues on, looking rather preoccupied::

MO_Brooks says:
::Continues down the corridor, then enters the turbolift:: Turbolift: Bridge.  ::Takes one step back away from the door out of habit::

FCO_Soree says:
::Maintains a relative position to the Aries::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Moves to Engineering 1 console::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Enters the 'lift::  Turbolift:  Transporter room one.

CEO_Jarek says:
::Logs in on Engineering 1 console and begins running a level 5 diagnostics on the Forward sensor array::

MO_Brooks says:
::A second later than usual, feels the turbolift come to a halt and steps out onto the bridge, taking a quick look around::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Exits once the turbolift comes to a halt and moves to the transporter room::

FCO_Soree says:
::Turns to look at Commander Jarek:: CEO: Sir, it's been about two weeks; what's the prognosis on the WPS?

Host CO_Weaver says:
Chief Riley:  Is the Admiral ready?

Host CO_Weaver says:
<Riley>  CO:  Aye sir.

Host CO_Weaver says:
Chief Riley:  Energize.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Folds his hands behind his back and turns toward the pad::

MO_Brooks says:
::Walks around 'til about two meters from Lieutenant Soree, and pauses, waiting until he's finished conversing with Jarek::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ACTION:  The Admiral is beamed aboard the Triton

Host CO_Weaver says:
::At attention::  Stalker:  Admiral Stalker.  Sir.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  At Ease

FCO_Soree says:
::Sees Miss Brooks out the of corner of his eye::

CEO_Jarek says:
FCO: WPS should be online fully within the hour

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  Let's get your senior staff together in the Conference room pronto

OPS_Kenzia says:
::notes WPS should be online within the hour::

MO_Brooks says:
::Waits with utter patience, as if she had all the time in the world...which isn't too far from the truth::

FCO_Soree says:
CEO: As you say sir.  ::turns back to his console.

CEO_Jarek says:
FCO: Perhaps you would like to assist in the analysis of the corrosion found on 48% of the conduits

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Stands down::  RAdm:  Aye sir.  ::Taps his commbadge::  *Shipwide*  All senior staff, report to the conference room at once.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Motions toward the transporter room doors::  RAdm:  After you, sir.

CEO_Jarek says:
FCO: I would find your input.....Interesting

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO: Lead on, your ship Captain

FCO_Soree says:
::Hears the CO's comm and arranges his relief::

FCO_Soree says:
CEO: Perhaps later sir.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Pauses, then nods to the Admiral.  Exits and makes the short walk to the turbolift::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::hearing the captain has her relief officer take her station and stands::

FCO_Soree says:
::Sees the MO and motions for her to lead the way to the conference room.::

MO_Brooks says:
::"Hmm...That problem solved.":: ::Steps across the bridge to the Conference Room doors, entering first and stepping aside. Still by the wall, but a meter from the 
door::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::Follows close behind::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Waits a moment for the next turbolift to arrive...at least this will give the crew some time to assemble::  RAdm:  Your tone suggests a bit of urgency.

FCO_Soree says:
MO: You wanted to speak to me?

CEO_Jarek says:
*Engineering * Sensor and WPS status

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  Aye, you and your crew have stumble into a mess we're not ready for

FCO_Soree says:
::Moves to stand next to the MO::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::walks off the right side of the bridge into the conference room and takes the second seat on the right::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Glances toward him::  Stalker:  ::Blankly::  Oh?  ::Enters the turbolift when it finally arrives and holds the doors::

FCO_Soree says:
::Nostrils flare at the fresh smell emitted by the MO::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::enters the TL::

Host CO_Weaver says:
'Lift:  Deck one.  ::Stares forward at the doors as they close::

MO_Brooks says:
FCO: Nothing that won't wait.  ::Smiles, then walks across the conference room, slipping into the third seat on the right, sitting up perfectly straight::

FCO_Soree says:
::Looks the young Ensign up and down; shrugs and takes a seat.::

MO_Brooks says:
::Turns her chair to one side and idly scrolls through the contents of her PADD::

FCO_Soree says:
::Drums his nails on the table top::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Arrives on the bridge::  Stalker:  This way, Admiral.  ::Leads on to the conference room, glancing over the bridge as he goes by::

CEO_Jarek says:
*Engineering* I cannot accept 50% on the WPS, let us move it along

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::walks behind the CO entering the conference room::

MO_Brooks says:
::Glances up at the FCO a second, takes in the fact that it's his nails making the unexpected sound, then looks back to her PADD, scrolling more::

FCO_Soree says:
::Stands as the Captain and Admiral enter::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Marches into the conference room, standing at the seat to the right of the end chair::

MO_Brooks says:
::Accesses another 'page'::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::enters the room and walks to the large view screen with a PADD in hand::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::watches CO and Admiral enter, curious::

Host CO_Weaver says:
Crew:  At ease...  ::Reluctantly sits into his chair::

FCO_Soree says:
::Glances at the other officers and resumes his seat::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  is this everyone whom has had contact with the nano-probes?

MO_Brooks says:
::Suddenly looks up at the captain's 'at ease' comment, noticing for the first time the captain and admiral have entered.  Lowers her PADD and swings her chair around to face the captain and admiral::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Looks around::  RAdm:  All but the Counselor, who is currently occupied, I believe...

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  Very well

FCO_Soree says:
::Counts in his head the number of crew that must have encountered the nanoprobes and thinks... hardly all::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ALL:  As of this stardate, 10110.04, you are all relieved of duty

FCO_Soree says:
::Sits up straight and stares at the Admiral::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::can not contain herself:: Admiral: Excuse me sir ?

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ALL:  You will all surrender your SF uniform and of course any and all SF equipment

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Glances at Kenzia::  OPS:  I am certain the Admiral has an explanation for this... ::Barely holding his own peace, looks to Stalker::

FCO_Soree says:
::Wonders if this the excuse he needs to submit a transfer::

MO_Brooks says:
::Same as ever, simply watches the admiral, wearing an impassive expression::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::quietly:: Self: He'd better...

CEO_Jarek says:
CO: Captain, May I ask what is going on ?

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  would you please collect all comm badges?

Host CO_Weaver says:
Stalker:  I need a reason, first.  You can't dismiss every single one of us out of hand.

FCO_Soree says:
::Takes off the comm badge and tosses it across the table to the Captain::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Steps forward::  CO:  I agree sir

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  I can do anything I wish Captain Weaver, now please follow my orders

MO_Brooks says:
::Watches OPS from the corner of her eye, having overheard her quiet comment::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Stands next to the CO::

CEO_Jarek says:
CO: Orders Captain

FCO_Soree says:
::Wonders if he should start stripping out of the uniform right now; snarls a smile at the thought::

Host CO_Weaver says:
CEO:  Resume your seat, Mr. Jarek.

OPS_Kenzia says:
::bites her lip as her eyes start to shine for a moment , then lets go as they clear::

CEO_Jarek says:
CO: Aye sir

CEO_Jarek says:
::Moves back to Engineering 1::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  Weaver, comply

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  or be taken to the brig

Host CO_Weaver says:
Stalker:  There had better be one heck of a reason for this.  ::Takes his commbadge off and slams it down on the table in front of Stalker::

CEO_Jarek says:
Computer lock out all command codes except for those of the CO and myself

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ACTION:  an ensign enters the conference room and takes all of the commbadges

FCO_Soree says:
::Pushes off his boots, reaches down and places them on the table::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::takes off comm badge and slides it across the table::

FCO_Soree says:
::Looks up at the Admiral's flunky who took the comm badges::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ACTION:  the ensign leaves with all the senior staffs comm badges

FCO_Soree says:
::Starts unzipping his tunic::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  Finally, we can get down to business

MO_Brooks says:
::Rests her PADD on the conference table and resumes reading the report, on hand resting on the controls at its bottom::

CEO_Jarek says:
Computer: Reply and acknowledge

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
<computer> CEO:  All systems are currently under control of the U.S.S. Aries

FCO_Soree says:
::Takes off the tunic and places it on table next to boots; revealing the red shirt underneath.::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Leans back in his chair::  RAdm:  Something tells me we're not fully relieved.

CEO_Jarek says:
Computer: Explain

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  As you all know, the Gorn have made a mess of things

MO_Brooks says:
::Glances back up to the CO and Admiral, listening::

FCO_Soree says:
::Snorts rudely at the Admiral's understatement::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  To make matters worse, the Ferengi have surfaced in the disaster of the Stingray

OPS_Kenzia says:
::figures the Admiral probably taught them how to do that::

Host CO_Weaver says:
Stalker:  You're being very vague.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  all we have to act on is intelligence reports

FCO_Soree says:
::Leans back in chair and decides to wait on the rest of his apparel::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Half-sarcastically::  Stalker:  I see.

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: Sir I have sensed a covert operation, is this assumption correct

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  we've intercepted a communique from a Ferengi Marauder to a Cardassian Galor about a piece of SF technology

FCO_Soree says:
Self: Starfleet intelligence... another oxymoron.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  the marauder was last seen in orbit around Cestus III when the incident occurred

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  Of course, if the technology stolen happens to have a few nano-probes on it could be devastating to the Federation

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All: to get to my point, you are the Stingray are the only crew to have seen the nano-probes and it's abilities

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All:  the Stingray crew have been all labeled MIA

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: Sir if I may, are they MIA?

FCO_Soree says:
Self: ::mutters:: Surprise, surprise.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CEO:  to be blunt Cmdr. they are presumed dead, no survivors have been found yet

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Folds his arms, waiting for the Admiral to finish dispensing information::

OPS_Kenzia says:
   ::using some of the Betazoid mind-calming techniques her father taught her as she softly scans the admiral emotional state::

CEO_Jarek says:
     Stalker: Understood

CEO_Jarek says:
      ~~~OPS: Seems a bit crowded in here~~~

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
    All: you have orders from Adm. Hanwright himself to confront the Marauder and take back the SF technology by any means necessary

OPS_Kenzia says:
    ~~~CEO: Indeed, I wish I knew what was happening I am not familiar with the admiral or his dealings with this crew~~~

CEO_Jarek says:
    Stalker: Even if it means war with the Ferengi sir

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   CEO: the Ferengi ship has been deemed a renegade

CEO_Jarek says:
    ~~~OPS:  Are you full Betazoid?~~~

FCO_Soree says:
    Self: ::more muttering:: Great... first the Breen now the Ferengi... if I wanted to be a spook I'd have joined SFI.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   All: the ship must be overtaken before it reaches the Cardassian Galor

CEO_Jarek says:
    Stalker: Than we are on our own sir

FCO_Soree says:
    ::Raise hand::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   CEO: Aye, if captured, we will deny everything

CEO_Jarek says:
    Stalker: What if we are engaged by the Cardassians?

OPS_Kenzia says:
    ~~~CEO: No half Bajoran, but my father was one of the more telepathically powerful Betazoids on record, not that there is really a scoring system...~~~

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   CEO: Pray it doesn't get that far Cmdr.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   FCO: yes Lt?

FCO_Soree says:
   Adm: Sir, I presume we at least have the last known coordinates of that Galor class?

CEO_Jarek says:
    Stalker: And if it does sir

CEO_Jarek says:
    ~~~OPS: Continue your scans~~~

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   FCO: its transmission came from Cardassian space

MO_Brooks says:
::Finally speak up:: Stalker: If the Ferengi ship has been deemed a renegade, and our orders come from Starfleet, why are we not acting in an official capacity as                                           Starfleet officers?

FCO_Soree says:
     Adm: So we're to sneak into Cardassian space?

MO_Brooks says:
     Stalker: ..I rather like my commbadge.

FCO_Soree says:
     ADM: As what; and in what?

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
    MO: A Federation confrontation would show that they have stumbled upon something

OPS_Kenzia says:
     ::carefully monitors the Admiral's mood, she has no baseline for comparison but anything out of the usual could be noticed::

CEO_Jarek says:
     Stalker: Are we allowed to use Veridian patches?

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
    FCO: The Marauder is still in Federation space with a two week lead on you traveling at warp 4

CEO_Jarek says:
     Stalker: What of our ship, hard to disguise a Federation ship

FCO_Soree says:
   ::Tries to calculate how long it will take to get to Cardassian space.::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
   CEO: we have a ship waiting for you

MO_Brooks says:
    ::Silently prays they aren't sent in another tiny ship with a closet for medical facilities::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::taps a few buttons on the viewscreen::

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: Does it have weapons capabilities?

OPS_Kenzia says:
::looks to the viewscreen::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ACTION:  A B'rel class Klingon ship decloaks

CEO_Jarek says:
::; Looks at the viewscreen::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::great I'm going to smell like gagh for months it seems....::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All: that is the I.K.S. Hegh'ta, on loan from our friends the Klingons

CEO_Jarek says:
:: Raises his head at the thought of at least being cloaked::

MO_Brooks says:
::Barely contains an odd chuckle::

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: We are running cloaked sir

FCO_Soree says:
Self: Hmm, warp 9.6.

OPS_Kenzia says:
::glances sideways at the MO as if to see what she found so funny::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All: that is the best we can do

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Sits up straight, looking thoughtful::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
All: you have ten minutes to gather some clothing;  no, and I mean no Federation technology whatsoever

FCO_Soree says:
Self: At least they'll have live food.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Frowns a bit at that...has no clothing on board other than his uniforms, a hockey jersey and a pair of sweatpants::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ALL if no other questions, dismissed

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: What about Veridian technology sir

MO_Brooks says:
::Just slightly widens her strange smile, eyes lowered to her PADD::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CEO: captains discretion

FCO_Soree says:
Self: And those hard metal bunks.

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker : Sir

CEO_Jarek says:
Stalker: Thank you sir

OPS_Kenzia says:
::shakes her head ever so slightly and looks back to the admiral::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ALL: one other thing, you are the only crew

FCO_Soree says:
::Brings head up at the Admiral's last comment::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ALL: Goodluck, and God's speed

FCO_Soree says:
Self: Awfully big ship for just this small crew.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Stands, finally breaking his train of thought::  Crew:  By my count, you have five minutes left.  Let's go.

OPS_Kenzia says:
::thought these types of days were over, sighs slightly::

FCO_Soree says:
::Stands, nods at the CO and Admiral and leaves for his quarters::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::stands and heads towards the door::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Stands and follows the OPS officer::

FCO_Soree says:
TL: Deck 7.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
::pulls the CO by the shoulder to him::  CO:  bring them back safe

CEO_Jarek says:
::Finds her quite attractive::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Lowers his head, staring at the table::  RAdm:  I will.  ::Nods slowly::

FCO_Soree says:
::Has boots in one hand and tunic in the other::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Heads for his quarters::

MO_Brooks says:
::Stands from the Conference table, but simply stands there a moment, waiting until the Admiral and Captain begin to depart::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Looks squarely toward the Admiral a moment, then turns and makes for the exit::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::enters TL and keys in destination::

FCO_Soree says:
::Exits turbolift and enters quarters; flings boots and tunic on his bed::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
MO:  you have something to say?

CEO_Jarek says:
::Is in TL with OPS; Keys in destination::

MO_Brooks says:
Stalker: No sir.  ::Steps over to quietly intercept Captain Weaver:: CO: Sir?

FCO_Soree says:
::Quickly strips out of remainder of uniform and puts on his native Antican clothing::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Halts suddenly, nearly tipping over into the Doctor::  MO:  Yes?

OPS_Kenzia says:
::slowly pulls of pips:: This is not why I joined Starfleet...

CEO_Jarek says:
::TL stops at his level and he glances at OPS and exits::

MO_Brooks says:
CO: We're short on time, but this is  a report meant for you.  ::Holds the PADD out, ready to leave him be as soon as he's accepted it::

FCO_Soree says:
::Pulls on his own boots and calls out:: *CO* We meeting in the transporter room?

CEO_Jarek says:
::Enters his Quarters and removes his uniform and don's Native Vulcan attire::

FCO_Soree says:
::Jumps around jerking on the left boot.::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Blinks a few times::  MO:  Yes..thank you.  ::Accepts the PADD, pausing a moment::  Get going.

CEO_Jarek says:
*CO* Permission to issue Veridian Patches to the crew sir.  For location and transportation purposes

FCO_Soree says:
::Looks around and then sends a note to CPO Joat to have the lizards fed::

MO_Brooks says:
::Nods, and swiftly steps through the door, across the bridge, and into the turbolift::

FCO_Soree says:
::Waits for the CO to respond::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Walks to a comm panel::  *CEO*  A good idea.  Do it.  *FCO*  Transporter room one, Mr. Soree.

OPS_Kenzia says:
::upon arrival exits TL and enters quarters grabbing some blacks pants and shirts, then reaches into her desk drawer and pulls out an unloaded bajoran phaser::

FCO_Soree says:
*CO* Aye sir.  ::leaves quarters and takes turbolift to deck 6::

CEO_Jarek says:
*Engineering* Have a dozen Verdian patches sent to the transporter room

Host CO_Weaver says:
*CEO* Mr. Jarek, some kind of nondescript communicators as well...some sort of civilian style is preferable.

MO_Brooks says:
::Orders the turbolift to her quarters, and soon steps out, heading into her room::

FCO_Soree says:
::Adjusts the small bag of personal clothing on his shoulder and enters transporter room 1::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::Its banged up, dented and scratched but in working order, takes the energy pack from another drawer and slams it into the phaser sets it on the desk and begins to 
change::

CEO_Jarek says:
*CO* Already done sir I have them with me, Civilian communication devices of different types to match the crew

Host CO_Weaver says:
*CEO*  Excellent.  Transporter room one, Mr. Jarek.  ::Lets go of the button on the comm panel and glances over his shoulder toward the 
Admiral one last time before exiting::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Packs a small bag of Vulcan things ::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Heads towards TR 1::

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  The Triton will be at SB 16 when you complete this mission.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Turns around at the doors::  Stalker:  She'll be in good repair, I hope.

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
CO:  You have my word on it Captain.

Host CO_Weaver says:
Stalker:  Good.  ::Hesitates yet still::  Good.  ::Spins on his heel and exits::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::having finished strapping on holster she received as a gift 14 years ago, places phaser in the holster so it rides low on her right hip and exits quarters to TL::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::enters TL:: TL: Transporter Room 1 ::lift engages::

CEO_Jarek says:
::Arrives in TR 1::

FCO_Soree says:
::Stops pacing as CEO arrives::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Hurries to his quarters::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::as TL stops and opens exits TL and heads down the corridor into TR 1::

MO_Brooks says:
::Opens her closet, in which is now all her good clothing.  Considers for a moment, then removes three outfits.  Quickly slips one on, folds the other two into a duffel bag, adds two books and her pen set, then pauses at the mirror::

FCO_Soree says:
CEO: We wait for the others sir?

FCO_Soree says:
::Leans over and adjusts the small knife in his right boot::

CEO_Jarek says:
FCO: Yes

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Stuffs a bunch of socks and other things in a black duffel, and dashes back out of his quarters::

FCO_Soree says:
::Frowns:: Self: Long ten minutes.

MO_Brooks says:
::Decides her plain robe-ish dress looks more like priestess garb than anything even remotely expected on a Klingon ship, and feels a momentary tinge of sympathy 
for any anthropologists who might study their debris should their mission fail...::

Host CO_Weaver says:
Self:  Hope to heavens the replicator on the Klingon ship works...  ::Tapping his foot while riding in the turbolift::

MO_Brooks says:
::Grabs also an ancient non-Starfleet medical set not used for decades - a personal possession - and a small, bejeweled dagger, and hurries out the door, managing 
to add the kit to her duffel bag and slip the dagger into her robes while moving down the corridor to the turbolift::

MO_Brooks says:
::Enters the turbolift:: Turbolift: Transporter room 1.

OPS_Kenzia says:
::wonders what's taking the CO and MO so long::

CEO_Jarek says:
*CO* We're all here Captain shall we await for you ?

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Stumbles into the transporter room::  CEO:  I'm here.  ::Takes a deep breath and collects himself::

MO_Brooks says:
::While in the turbolift, switches her hair into a braid, then steps off the stopped turbolift and scurries down the corridor, slipping - hopefully unobserved - into the transporter room behind the Captain::

FCO_Soree says:
::moves to rear of transporter pad as CO and MO enter::

FCO_Soree says:
::taps foot impatiently::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Walks to the replicator and replicates two sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that he desperately hopes are his size...has no idea what his 
size is, really...and stuffs them in the duffel::

OPS_Kenzia says:
::wonder why she didn't grab a duffel bag, and steps up onto the pad::

MO_Brooks says:
::Steps through a few others and onto the transporter pad::

Host CO_Weaver says:
<Chief Riley>  CO:  Are you all ready, Captain?  ::Looks at the crew, thinking they're certainly...looking unusual, today::

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Looks around::  Riley:  I...think so.

Host CO_Weaver says:
::Steps up onto the pad::  Riley:  Whenever you're ready...

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
ACTION:  the crew is transported to the I.K.S. Hegh'ta

Host RAdm_Stalker says:
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<To Be Continued>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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