U.S.S. Vesuvius – September 5, 2000

Kris:
When last we left the frolicking crew of the U.S.S. Vesuvius, they were enjoying shoreleave on Risa.  That is ending now and they begin to report back for duty....

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

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - CommBadge.wav):
::returns to transport sit:: *Lt. Doole to Vesuvius*: One to beam up.

CMORoyce:
:: just leaving the amphitheater after a great concert ::

FCO-LtDoole:
<Transporter Chief> Locked on

XO_Lorenzo:
::leaves her temporary rooms on Risa and beams up to the Vesuvius::

CTO_Kelson:
::wakes up in a strange bedroom::

CO_Alar:
::still at the Cobalt Club, having recovered only slightly from her hangover::

CTO_Kelson:
::looks around and sees time::

FCO-LtDoole:
*Vesuvius*: Engage

CTO_Kelson:
Self: Oh man...need to get back!

CMORoyce:
:: looks at the time and decides to go back to the ship...::

CSO_Lane:
::wandering around the shops::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Transporter.wav):
*<Transporter Chief>*: Engaging

CEO_Smith:
::leaves room and walks to transport sight::

CO_Alar:
::blinks a few times to clear her eyes, then checks her watch:: Daniel: Honey...I do need to go in a few minutes.

CTO_Kelson:
::grabs clothes and runs out the door glancing back at last night's companion::

CMORoyce:
*transporter room* :  one to beam up

FCO-LtDoole:
:: steps off padd and heads for turbolift::

CMORoyce (Sound - Transporter.wav):
Royce beams to Vesuvius

CO_Alar:
<Daniel> ::sighs, then puts hand up to temple as if to steady himself:: Navaren: Are you *certain* there's no way I can convince you to stay? ::wraps her in a hug::

CEO_Smith:
@*Vesuvius*: One to beam up.

CSO_Lane:
::heads for the transport sight::

FCO-LtDoole:
::enters turbolift:: Com: Deck 8

CTO_Kelson:
*Transporter room*  Lt. Kelson here, one to beam up.

CMORoyce:
:: arrives back on the Vesuvius, nods to transporter chief, and leaves for deck 8 ::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Transporter.wav):
*<Transporter Chief>*: Engaging

CTO_Kelson (Sound - Transporter.wav):
::quickly finishes dressing and beams aboard::

CO_Alar:
::whispers so as to not disturb his head anymore than possible:: Daniel: You know I've got to get back. Who else would lead my ship into the great messes that I do? ::she grins mischievously::

CMORoyce:
:: arrives at the turbolift waiting for it to arrive ::

CEO_Smith (Sound - Transporter.wav):
*<Transporter Chief>*::Energizing::

FCO-LtDoole:
::arrives at Deck 8 and heads for quarters::

CMORoyce:
:: enters turbolift:  <computer>:  deck 8

XO_Lorenzo:
::drops off a few items in her quarters that she picked up while on leave::

CTO_Kelson:
transporter chief: Thanks, chief...

CSO_Lane:
*Transporter chief: Lt. Lane ready for transport.

CMORoyce:
:: hums a little ditty in her head ::

CTO_Kelson:
::runs out of room towards quarters::

CO_Alar:
<Daniel> Navaren: I know....I just miss you when you're gone. But there's always next time, right? ::not wanting to let go::

CEO_Smith:
::steps of pad and walks to turbolift::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Transporter.wav):
*<Transporter Chief>*: Engaging

CSO_Lane (Sound - Transporter.wav):

CMORoyce:
:: exits turbolift and heads towards her quarters::

XO_Lorenzo:
::leaves her quarters on deck 5 and makes her way to the bridge::

CO_Alar:
::finally just kisses him...it's hit the point where words are superfluous::

CSO_Lane:
::sighs and steps off the pad::

CTO_Kelson:
::enters quarters and changes into uniform::

CEO_Smith:
::enters turbolift:: Computer: Deck 9

CTO_Kelson:
::checks mirror for any signs of female makeup smudges::

CMORoyce:
:: enters quarters, greeted by Emily who is meowing loudly::

FCO-LtDoole:
::enters quarters, takes a quick shower, changes into uniform, heads back to turbolift::

CTO_Kelson:
::fixes hair and heads off for bridge::

FCO-LtDoole:
:: enters turbolift:: Com: Bridge

CO_Alar:
::finally steps back, giving his cheek a caress:: *Vesuvius* Beam me back on my order.

CSO_Lane:
::heads for her quarters to freshen up::

CMORoyce:
:: greets Emily, picking her up quickly, takes her to bedroom and deposits her on the bed::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Transporter.wav):
*<Transporter Chief>*: Engaging

CTO_Kelson:
::enters turbolift::

CEO_Smith:
::exits turbolift and heads for quarters::

CO_Alar:
<Daniel> Navaren: I love you...and be a good girl.

CMORoyce:
:: undresses, then takes a quick shower ::

CO_Alar:
::she smiles wickedly:: Daniel: Good? How about pure, mostly?

CTO_Kelson:
computer: bridge...

FCO-LtDoole:
::arrives at bridge, takes the helm::

CO_Alar:
<Daniel>::nods:: Navaren: I'll see you, then.

CEO_Smith:
::enters quarters and changes::

CO_Alar:
Daniel: I love you. *Vesuvius* Engage.

CO_Alar:
::transports back to the Vesuvius, and heads straight for Sickbay::

CTO_Kelson:
::enters bridge and heads for tactical::

CMORoyce:
:: out of shower and quickly changes to uniform::

CSO_Lane:
:;checks the time:: Self: Oh my gosh, I'm going to be late..

XO_Lorenzo:
::arrives on the bridge and looks around at the crew::

CO_Alar:
::enters sickbay and looks around for a doctor::

CMORoyce:
:: quickly feeds Emily then leaves for sickbay ::

CEO_Smith:
::with uniform on heads for turbolift::

CTO_Kelson:
::secures ship for departure::

CMORoyce:
<Aola> :: sees CO::  CO: may I help you?

CTO_Kelson:
::nods to new XO and smiles at new pip::

CO_Alar:
Aola: Yes, actually. Have anything for a hangover?

CMORoyce:
::enters turbolift:  <computer>:  deck 12

XO_Lorenzo:
::walks to the center of the bridge and takes her seat next to the captain's chair... then grins::

CMORoyce:
:: smiles at the CO::   CO:  lets see here...

CEO_Smith:
::enters turbolift::: Computer: Deck 36

CTO_Kelson:
XO: First mission as No. 1...are you ready?

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Console.wav):
::working console to take it off stationkeeping and back to manual control::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:: goes to the replicator and orders orange juice, with a splash of beer ::

Kris:
ACTION: New mission orders are transferred to the U.S.S. Vesuvius and transferred automatically to the Captain's console.

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: How was your leave Kelson?

CTO_Kelson:
::feels like he hasn't been on the ship in weeks::

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Always.

CSO_Lane:
::heads for the bridge still fixing her uniform::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  here's an old family recipe...  :: hands the drink to the CO::

CEO_Smith:
::exits turbolift and heads for main engineering::

CMORoyce:
:: exits turbolift and strolls to sickbay::

CTO_Kelson:
::smiles wryly:: XO: I'd have to say I am refreshed and ready for whatever is out there, sir...

CMORoyce:
:: enters sickbay and sees the Captain::

XO_Lorenzo:
*CO* Captain, our new orders have arrived Ma'am.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::arrives on the bridge with the faintest smirk on his face.. quickly melting into his normal dead-pan expression... He walks over to the Tactical console and begins his normal routine::

CSO_Lane:
::exits the TL to the bridge and stares at the bridge officers::

CMORoyce:
:: nods to Aola::  CO:  are you being helped, ma'am?

CO_Alar:
::sniffs at the contents of the glass:: Aola: You can't be serious.

XO_Lorenzo:
::turns to grin at Kelson::

CMORoyce:
:: looks at Aola::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  yes ma'am...just plug the nose and chug...

CO_Alar:
*Lorenzo* Then open them and brief me on our new destination when I get to the bridge. Feel free to engage to the new coordinates.

CTO_Kelson:
::greets Macfarlane::  CIV: How was your leave, Colonel?

CSO_Lane:
::moves to the science console::

CMORoyce:
:: looks at the CO:     CO:  headache, ma'am?

CO_Alar:
::shudders, then holds her breath and gulps down the foul concoction::

FCO-LtDoole:
XO: Where are we headed?

XO_Lorenzo:
::she reads over the new orders then looks up::

CIV_MacFarlane:
CTO:Adequate

CEO_Smith:
::enters main engineering and walks to office::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>  :: nods to the CMO::   CMO:  yes, ma'am, she does...and a doozy at that from the looks of her

XO_Lorenzo:
FCO: Plot a course, coordinates 445.6.

CO_Alar:
::makes a face when she's done with it:: Royce: It's a hangover. Never try to outdrink a Klingon.

CMORoyce:
:: looks at Aola sternly::   <Aola>:  had too much fun on Risa I see...forgot to give the CO a little respect?

CSO_Lane:
::notices a familiar face::

CTO_Kelson:
::nods:: CIV: Oh well...I'll introduce you to some "friends" next time to make it a little more than adequate...::smiles::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Console2.wav):
XO: Plotting course. Coordinates 445.6

CO_Alar:
Royce: It's all right....I'm not exactly feeling very captainly right now.

FCO-LtDoole:
XO: Course Set

CMORoyce:
:: smiles at the CO::  CO:  I understand ma’am...  :: looks at Aola::   CO:  your secret is safe with us...

CEO_Smith (Sound - Console2.wav):
::checks for maintenance updates::

CO_Alar:
::looking a little peculiar as she's trying not to toss up what she's just lost.

CO_Alar:
::er...what she just drank::

XO_Lorenzo:
FCO: Engage warp 5.

CMORoyce:
:: looks again at Aola::  <Aola>:  right, ensign?  ::sternness in her voice ::

CSO_Lane:
::tries to catch MacFarlane's eye::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Warp.wav):
XO: Engaging Warp 5

CIV_MacFarlane:
::leaves the CTO's last comment hanging and continues his work::

FCO-LtDoole:
XO: ETA is five minutes

CTO_Kelson:
::thinks one response is better than none from the colonel::

XO_Lorenzo:
::nods at Doole::

CMORoyce:
<Aola> :: quietly exits from the CO and the CMO::

CO_Alar:
::hands the glass back to Aola:: Royce: If you will excuse me...I should probably go be captain and get up to the bridge.

CSO_Lane:
::monitors the systems since MacFarlane seems to be ignoring her::

CMORoyce:
CO:  yes, ma'am...if it persists, call me...  :: smiles ::

CO_Alar:
Royce: Believe me- you'll be one of the first to know.

CO_Alar:
::smiles gamely and goes up the bridge::

CMORoyce:
:: smiles at the Captain ::   CO:  I'll hold you to that, ma'am

CEO_Smith:
::sees a malfunctioning food replicator::

CEO_Smith:
::on his scans::

CMORoyce:
:: looks around for Aola ::

CMORoyce:
:: sees Aola and walks over to her::

CMORoyce:
Aola:  please see me in my office

CO_Alar:
::in a turbolift on her way to the bridge::

CTO_Kelson:
::checking weapons array::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>  :: gulps and follows CMO to her office ::

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: Let me know when we come in sensor range of a Federation buoy.

Kris:
ACTION:  The Captain's turbolift suddenly slows a bit and emits a high-pitched whining sound.

CSO_Lane:
::checks the LRS for anything unusual::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::glances back at the CSO acknowledging her existence and goes back to his work::

CO_Alar:
::puts her hands to her ears...her headache doesn't appreciate this::

FCO-LtDoole:
::sensing something wrong, scowls::

CMORoyce:
:: turns after entering her office to face Aola::  Aola:  please be seated

CO_Alar:
::finally gets up to the bridge, nearly staggering out as the doors open::

CSO_Lane:
::notices that the CIV finally saw her::

CTO_Kelson (Sound - Console.wav):
::notices turbolift malfunction on console::

CMORoyce:
:: Aola takes a seat ::

CEO_Smith:
::gets his engineering kit and heads for the main lounge::

CO_Alar:
::she's immaculately groomed and shows no signs of the hangover, aside from being a little more pale than usual::

XO_Lorenzo:
::stands up when she sees the Captain enter the bridge::

CMORoyce:
:: with a serious look on her face::  Aola:  please, next time, when the CO is here for treatment...

CTO_Kelson:
::stands at attention::

CO_Alar:
::very carefully walks to her seat:: Crew: As you were.

FCO-LtDoole:
ALL: Captain on the Bridge. ::stands::

XO_Lorenzo:
CO: We're en route to the following coordinates Ma'am.  Warp 5.

CMORoyce:
Aola:  give her the respect she deserves... :: breaks into a smile with a devilish glint in her eyes ::

FCO-LtDoole:
::sits back down::

FCO-LtDoole:
CO: Are you all right?

CSO_Lane:
::sees Captain Alar enter the bridge and stands at attention::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::looks at the CO as she enters the bridge...::Self:Now there's a woman who can cover up her hangovers

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  yes, ma'am  :: sees the smiles and playful glint in CMO's eyes ::

CO_Alar:
Doole: Nothing a lot of sleep won't cure, but thank you.

CMORoyce:
Aola:  ... and not a word to anyone about this incident...understood?

FCO-LtDoole:
::smiles at the CO and turns back around::

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  yes ma'am...

CTO_Kelson:
::looks at captain and is glad to see someone else had some fun the night before::

CO_Alar:
::reads through the mission orders, and turns to Lorenzo: Lorenzo: So, what do you think of this? ::gesturing to the padd::

CMORoyce:
Aola:  good...now, back to what you were doing, ensign

CMORoyce:
:: Aola stands to leave and turns at the door::   CMO:  ma'am?

CIV_MacFarlane:
::looks back down at his panel an wonders how anyone gets real work done up here with these distractions::

CMORoyce:
Aola:  yes   :: looking up ::

CEO_Smith:
::gets to the Lava lounge and gets to work::

CSO_Lane:
::goes over to the Captain:: CO: Lt. Hope Lane reporting for temporary duty ma'am.

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  thank you...

XO_Lorenzo:
CO: Its very.... secretive.

CMORoyce:
:: smiles at Aola::  Aola:  no problem, just don't let that happen again...now, out with you!

CTO_Kelson:
::amuses self with security mishaps during shore leave::

CEO_Smith:
::gets a panel off and peers inside::

CO_Alar:
::looks up at Lane, whose head is blocking the light a little:: Lane: Delighted to meet you. Please take your station.

CMORoyce:
:: sits behind her desk to address her messages ::

XO_Lorenzo:
CO: We're to erase our destination from the federation buoy there...

CSO_Lane:
CO: Aye ma'am. ::moves back to science one::

CO_Alar:
::arches an eyebrow:: Lorenzo: That is unusual....

Kris:
ACTION: The U.S.S. Vesuvius approaches the location of the coordinates.

CSO_Lane:
::returns to her scans::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Engines-ALL\@STOP.wav):
::drops out of warp::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::tapping his panel, reading reports...notices that Gamma teams latest security drill has improved by 4.8% percent::

FCO-LtDoole:
CO and XO: Coordinates 445.6

CO_Alar:
::taps her commbadge:: *Smith*: Ensign, you need to look into the main turbolift. There are some problems with the speed and a horrible squeal.

CTO_Kelson:
::hopes security teams just had a few bad days because of Risan hospitality::

Kris:
ACTION: An alarm goes off on the tactical console.

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: Any sign of the buoy Lane?

CO_Alar:
Kelson: Let's see this buoy.

CEO_Smith:
*CO*: Aye, Captain

CTO_Kelson:
::pulls up view on main screen::

CO_Alar:
Kelson: Kelson?

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Up on main screen Ma'am.

CSO_Lane:
XO: Nothing on sensors ma'am. ::checks again to be sure::

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: It looks like someone left a ball out there....

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: Unless they've changed the look of the Federation buoys.

Cheryl has left the conversation

XO_Lorenzo:
::frowns slightly::

CTO_Kelson:
::shuts off alarm and checks status::

CEO_Smith:
::scans for nucleonic radiation::

CO_Alar:
Lane: Analysis?

FCO-LtDoole:
::looking at buoy::

CMORoyce:
:: checks the rotation schedule of the docs on duty for the next few weeks ::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Sensors show metallic object of unknown origin, Captain.

XO_Lorenzo:
::tries to remember where she's read of a similar object::

CO_Alar:
Lane: Are we reading any radiation from it?

CIV_MacFarlane:
::stares at the sphere remembering a few reports he read of a similar sphere and outcome of the various encounters::

CSO_Lane:
CO: It appears to be some sort of sphere..about three feet in diameter...unknown composition ma'am.

CEO_Smith:
::sees that the nucleonic radiation is a little high::

FCO-LtDoole:
CO: The last ship to encounter one of these buoys was the USS Ganymede

CSO_Lane:
CO: No radiation detected.

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Scans cannot penetrate the sphere, Captain.

CSO_Lane:
CO: Scans cannot penetrate the sphere.

XO_Lorenzo:
CO: I guess we'll be in for a trip soon.

CMORoyce:
:: looks at the med reports while she was away on Risa...not much to report ::

CTO_Kelson:
::scans for possible offensive capabilities::

CMORoyce:
:: thinks that is good...nice and quite around sickbay ::

CSO_Lane:
::continues to try and get some readings::

FCO-LtDoole:
CTO: Try a higher frequency scan

CO_Alar:
Kelson: Any word what set these things off in the past?

XO_Lorenzo:
::sits up in her seat::

CTO_Kelson:
CO: I'll check the Ganymede's records, Ma'am...::pulls up records::

CSO_Lane:
CTO: Are you getting anything on your scans?

CMORoyce:
:: reads...3 Achilles tendon pulls...4 cases of tendonitis...7 sprained ankles...::

Kris:
ACTION: Two heretofore unnoticeable seams open up in the sphere, and a resounding voice is heard throughout the ship...   "YOU HAVE COME"

CMORoyce:
:: thinks the crew had a good time on Risa::

XO_Lorenzo:
::here we go::

CEO_Smith:
Computer: take this replicator off-line.

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Scans were inconclusive but seemed to set things...uh, oh...

Kris:
ACTION: Alarms go off all over the ship as it is strained to its very core with sudden, fast travel velocity....

CMORoyce:
:: looks around her office and thinks, where in the heck did that come from?::

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Do the records mention anything about us backing away from it?

CSO_Lane:
CTO: You are using passive scans right?

CTO_Kelson:
::grabs onto console to keep from falling::

CMORoyce:
:: feels the accelerated speed of the ship while in her office...::

CSO_Lane:
Self:; What the.....

CIV_MacFarlane:
::grips the tactical console tapping his panel trying to get teams deployed just in case::

CSO_Lane:
:;grabs her console::

XO_Lorenzo:
::holds on to the arm rests of the chair::

Kris:
ACTION: As suddenly as it began, the ship's motion stops.

CSO_Lane:
FCO: Did you do that Mr. Doole?

CTO_Kelson:
CO: NO...Ma'am...I..guess I was...using an invasive scan!

CEO_Smith:
::feels a rapid acceleration and grabs the replicator for balance::

CTO_Kelson:
::checks ships systems::

XO_Lorenzo:
FCO: Where are we Lt.?

CMORoyce:
:: looks around, then heads out of her office ::  med staff:  everyone here okay?

CIV_MacFarlane:
::is almost lunged over the console but he keeps his feet on the ground::

FCO-LtDoole:
CSO and CTO: I have a feeling, by what I've been watching, that your scans are setting off these rash spins

CEO_Smith:
*XO*: What’s going on up there?

CSO_Lane:
::stares at the FCO:: FCO: What?

CMORoyce:
<med staff>:  nods to CMO who receives a chorus of ... yes, okay...what happened...what's going on...::

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: Tell me anything you can of this system.

FCO-LtDoole:
XO: Several light-years from our starting point. Current position...unknown

CSO_Lane:
::punches her console to find out where they are now::

CTO_Kelson:
XO: Sir, ship is secure but we've ended up in uncharted space.

FCO-LtDoole:
CSO: The sphere seems to be reacting in a defense to your scans. The more you scan it, the harder it reacts

CTO_Kelson:
XO: I feel we need to go to yellow alert, sir.

CMORoyce:
:: raises her arms to quiet her staff ::   med staff:  I'm sure nothing, but as soon as I find out, I'll pass the info on...lets all get back to our jobs, alright?

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Then it will be our job to chart it.  ::grins slightly::

CSO_Lane:
::thinks:: Self::This is strange..I don't recognize anything in this system.

CEO_Smith:
::senses that the ship has stopped, resume his work::

CMORoyce:
:: watches as her staff goes back to duties ::

CO_Alar:
::slowly picks herself up off the floor and climbs back into her chair:: Lorenzo: Status?

CO_Alar:
Doole: where are we?

CTO_Kelson:
::sees Captain on the floor::

CSO_Lane:
FCO: You could be right.

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Captain, are you alright?  Should I call a medic?

XO_Lorenzo:
CO: We're in an uncharted part of space, light years from our last position.

FCO-LtDoole:
CO: Unknown

CMORoyce:
:: returns to her office and back to the reports ::

CTO_Kelson:
::decides Captain must be okay::

CEO_Smith:
::notices a power conduit that’s a little warm still::

CO_Alar:
::feels like someone is dancing a rumba in steel heels inside her head::

CSO_Lane:
::picks up readings of something nearby::

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Yellow alert Kelson....  ::nodding in agreement with him::

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: I'm going back to sickbay. You have the bridge.

CTO_Kelson (Sound - Alert.wav):
::sets yellow alert::

XO_Lorenzo:
::nods at the CO::

CEO_Smith:
Computer: bring replicator to standby.

XO_Lorenzo:
::stands up to look at the viewscreen::

CO_Alar:
::very decorously heads back to the turbolift thinking "I should just take the stairs...."::

Kris:
ACTION:   A star is born.

CTO_Kelson:
*Security office* Security forces on yellow alert...man your stations.

CEO_Smith:
::hears alert, get kit, and heads for bridge::

CSO_Lane:
XO: I'm picking up some unusual readings.

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: Let me know if that new star becomes in any way unstable.

CO_Alar:
::finally arrives outside of sickbay and goes back in::

CSO_Lane:
XO: Aye ma'am

CMORoyce:
:: looks up and sees the CO return, heads out of office ::  CO:  ma'am, is your head worse?

CEO_Smith:
::gets to the bridge and puts kit away::

CO_Alar:
::looks around again, and gets a feeling of deja vu::

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: What kind of unusual readings?

CMORoyce:
:: sees a slight bruise beginning to form ::

CTO_Kelson:
XO: Sir, I'm getting increased levels of gravity outside the ship.

CSO_Lane:
CSO: The star is forming at an accelerated pace.

CO_Alar:
Royce: I'm wondering if I should get a restraint to go in the captain's seat.

CMORoyce:
CO:  ma'am, come with me to the biobed...  :: gently takes CO's arm ::   CO:  that might not be a bad idea, ma'am

XO_Lorenzo:
FCO: Back us away Doole, and plot a course away from the star incase we need to leave it in a hurry.

CTO_Kelson:
XO: We need to back off from this phenomena, I would think.

CEO_Smith (Sound - Console.wav):
::taps console as the Engineering screen comes to life::

CTO_Kelson:
::shakes head, never mind::

CO_Alar:
::hops a little to get on the biobed::

CSO_Lane:
XO: The mass of the star is increasing too rapidly.

XO_Lorenzo:
CTO: Agreed Kelson, This is a great opportunity as well.

CTO_Kelson:
XO: Stress on the outer hull is increasing, sir.

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Console2.wav):
XO: Reversing engines. New Coordinates set

CMORoyce:
:: gets a hypo to help with the pain in CO's head ::

XO_Lorenzo:
FCO: Take us out of harms way Doole.

CTO_Kelson:
XO: I recommend we raise shields...

CMORoyce (Sound - Hypospray.wav):
pain blocker injected

CO_Alar:
Royce: I'm wondering if you should set up a box of supplies with my name on it.

CSO_Lane:
::gets all of the science department to work on the findings:: XO: All reading indicate the star is becoming a sun.

CMORoyce:
:: smiles at the CO::  CO:  only when you become a regular patient around her, ma'am...and I mean like see us 3-4 times a day   :: smiles ::

CO_Alar:
::sighs with relief:: Royce: Thank you.

CEO_Smith:
::diverts power to the integrity damping field::

CTO_Kelson:
XO: Radiation is increasing, Sir...We should raise shields.

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: This should be a great treat for you.  For all of us.

CMORoyce:
:: looks at the bruise on CO's head ::

CO_Alar:
Royce: If that happens, Lorenzo will have to take over as captain.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::looking through previous records to see if any other ship has experienced a similar phenomena::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Warp.wav):
::engages a short warp burst to take ship out of harms way::

FCO-LtDoole (Sound - Engines-ALL\@STOP.wav):

CSO_Lane:
XO: We have space debris taking up orbital stations around the sun..

CMORoyce:
:: laughing ::

CEO_Smith:
::and reroutes power to the structural integrity field::

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: What do you think Lane?

CTO_Kelson:
::wonders if the scientist in the new XO is a little too intrigued for the ship's safety::

XO_Lorenzo:
::smiling at the sight they are viewing before them::

FCO-LtDoole:
XO: At new coordinates, where we can still see the star, but are completely safe

CMORoyce:
:: finds an epidural stimulator to assist with the healing of the bruise ::

CO_Alar:
Royce: I do need to get back to the bridge. Am I cleared to do so?

CMORoyce:
CO:  give me just a moment   :: begins treatment...::   CO: there...you are finished, ma'am

XO_Lorenzo:
::its a new solar system::

CSO_Lane:
XO: Ma'am, it looks like a new  system is forming..the debris is forming into small planetoids.

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: I'd like records of all we're witnessing.

CTO_Kelson:
::keeping eye on radiation and gravity levels::

CO_Alar:
::smiles:: Royce: Thank you.

CO_Alar:
::feeling like a whole human for the first time in twenty four hours::

CTO_Kelson:
::stress levels on hull still increasing::

CMORoyce:
CO:  any time, ma'am

CSO_Lane:
::can't believe what is happening::

CEO_Smith:
::keeps eye on system::

CO_Alar:
::heads back to the bridge in a hurry, arriving to find a new solar system forming::

CTO_Kelson:
::turns to CO with a concerned expression::

XO_Lorenzo:
CSO: This is a very rare opportunity.  Ready a probe and coordinate with CTO on its launch, I'd like closer scans.

CSO_Lane:
::transfers all available data the science labs for analysis::

CMORoyce:
:: looks for Aola, sees her, and walks over ::

XO_Lorenzo:
::looks over at the Captain:: CO: Can you believe it Ma'am?

CO_Alar:
Kelson: I'm all right.

CMORoyce:
:: playfully nudges Aola ::   Aola:  no more OJ with a splash of beer to cure a hangover, okay?

CTO_Kelson:
::hears XO's order...waits for launch orders::

CSO_Lane:
XO: Yes ma'am right away. ::readies a probe to gather data:: CTO: Probe is ready...

CTO_Kelson:
CO: Glad to hear it, Cap'n...we'll see about our ship...

CO_Alar:
::looking at the viewscreen:: Lorenzo: It looks like the Genesis effect.

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:: looks at CMO ::   CMO:  what?  it didn't work?  that cure always works...

CTO_Kelson:
::nods to CSO:: CSO: Launching probe...

CMORoyce:
Aola:  well, not this time...   :: smiles ::  Aola:  so, no more OJ with beer...is that clear?

XO_Lorenzo:
::thinks carefully:: CO: It was born fast, like genesis.  Will it die just as quickly?

CSO_Lane:
XO: Probe away ma'am.

CMORoyce:
<Aola>:  yes ma'am   :: says in dejected voice ::

CMORoyce:
:: returns to office and her reports ::

CSO_Lane:
:;wonders why she got this assignment::

XO_Lorenzo:
::nods watching the probe go out into the new system:

CO_Alar:
Lorenzo: There's only one way to find out.

CIV_MacFarlane:
::tries to sync up with a federation time buoy to see if they could possibly be suffering the effects of a temporal anomaly::

FCO-LtDoole:
::sighs, shaking head, unsure if launching the probe was wise::

CMORoyce:
:: lets see...sprained ankles, pulled tendons...

CEO_Smith:
::makes a note to check the turbosystems::

CO_Alar:
::sits down and watches...as there's nothing else to be done.::

CTO_Kelson:
::sees Mac has the same thought as he does and also checks time::

CSO_Lane:
::watches the probe's data as it begins to come in::

FCO-LtDoole:
::rubbing chin, watching probe::

CIV_MacFarlane:
::waiting for the results to return.. must be a long way off::

XO_Lorenzo:
::takes her seat with a hesitant smile.... remembering the destruction of the Genesis project::

CO_Alar:
::looking very thoughtful::

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