U.S.S. Vesuvius – September 26, 2000

Kris:
The I.K.S. Doomfarer is deep into uncharted space, on a survey mission.  This is not a favorite mission type of the Klingonese, and the company of a few Federation officers on an exchange program is not helping to make anything smooth.

Kris:
We open on the bridge of the I.K.S. Doomfarer, with the regular senior officers just coming on duty now, and replacing the inferior early shift....

Kris:
<<<<<<<<BEGIN MISSION>>>>>>>>

CO_Lorzo:
::at the raised seat in the middle of the bridge... sneering at the newly arriving crew::

SO_Tiral:
::on the bridge trying to figure out the Klingon science console  controls::

CTO_Be`Joy:
::scowling at tactical station::

OPS_D`Nab:
::arrives on the bridge grunting and spitting on inferior officers::

CIV_K`rak:
::on the bridge at a weapons control station snarling::

CEO_T`Plax:
::in engineering yelling at other officers and the engines::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: enters the bridge and goes to the science console, staring at the other officer ::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: arrives in sickbay and sees the on-duty officer asleep in her office ::

FCO-Drozmach:
::arrives on bridge and shoves another Klingon away from the helm::

CO_Lorzo:
CSO: Get those sensors working, I want to know what’s out there.

Kris:
ACTION: The early shift trudges off the bridge, beleaguered and buffeted by their superiors.

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: :: snarls :: Report!

SO_Tiral:
::smiles at the Klingon CSO: CSO: Hello Lt. I'm Lt. Tiral.

MO_Booker:
@:: walk into sickbay::

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: Yes, sir.

CO_Lorzo:
::sneers at the polite new Science Officer::

CEO_T`Plax:
::mumbles incoherently::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: kicks feet off the desk ::  MO1:  what is this?

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: ::growling:: Helm ready to go

CTO_Be`Joy:
::sneers at departing shift::

CO_Lorzo:
::she won't last long::

OPS_D`Nab:
::begins "fixing" readout displays to only show good news::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: stares at the SO ::

CMO-L`Surja:
<MO1>  :: awakens quickly, startled ::

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Sir, I haven't had time to gather the information, I'm having trouble with your controls.

CMO-L`Surja:
<MO1>: sir...I was...I was

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: raises voice, then laughs :: SO: Humans!

OPS_D`Nab:
::begins scratching an oozing gash on his skull::

CO_Lorzo:
*CEO* Report!

CMO-L`Surja:
MO1:  chay' jura'?  does it include sleeping while on duty?

SO_Tiral:
::stares at the ugly Klingon::

CMO-L`Surja:
<MO1>:  no, sir

CIV_K`rak:
::removes his semi dulled dak'tagh from his belt and begins carving a symbol into the bulkhead near his console::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: bumps the SO out of the way, touches a few controls, and reports :: CO: Sensors online!

CMO-L`Surja:
MO1:  you are relieved.  Do not let me find you sleeping again

CEO_T`Plax:
*CO*: A little unsightly, but running. ::snarls::

MO_Booker:
::looks at the ship::

FCO-Drozmach:
::pounding on the console, then kicks it for good measure:: Console: Work , you blasted little tyrant ::kicks it again:: ::watches it light up:: CO: Helm working

CO_Lorzo:
*CEO* I will not tolerate anything but the best... and you shall answer for it.

CMO-L`Surja:
:: enters her office ::

SO_Tiral:
::mumbles to herself:: Self: ewww they're ugly...

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: Are we going to float here, or are we going somewhere?

CTO_Be`Joy:
::pulls leftover blood fleas from pocket and eats::

CEO_T`Plax:
*CO*: understood ::mumbles as he starts kicking controls to work::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: hears the SO mumble :: What did you say!?

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: You will learn to keep your tongue or I shall remove it.

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Sir...nothing sir!

CTO_Be`Joy:
::wipes mouth with back of gloved hand::

FCO-Drozmach:
::growls at CO::

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: Charge up the engines and take us around the perimeter of the system.

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: growls a low, quiet rumble ::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: sits at desk after retrieving a Rakta'jino from the replicator ::

FCO-Drozmach (Sound - Powerup.wav):
::fires up engines::

CEO_T`Plax:
::sees a crewmember sleeping and kicks his chair::

SO_Tiral:
::moves back to her console and listens as the CSO growls::

Kris:
ACTION: The engines kick up with a groan and a shudder felt shipwide.  Then, they sputter and die suddenly, with a mighty heave.

CO_Lorzo:
::frowning ferociously::

CIV_K`rak:
::removes a device from his belt and sharpens his blade every once and a while slicing his forearm to test for sharpness::

CEO_T`Plax:
::sees engines not working::

FCO-Drozmach:
::pounds on console::

MO_Booker:
:: walk to the bridge::

CEO_T`Plax:
::grabs nearest head and rams it into the console::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: notices nothing in the quadrant but an asteroid belt ::

CO_Lorzo:
*CEO* You are disappointing me all ready and we have not yet begun!

FCO-Drozmach:
CEO: Where are my engines. I'm supposed to have engines. How do you expect me to go anywhere without them

OPS_D`Nab:
::begins banging on his console, trying to get readout on engines::

CEO_T`Plax:
*CO*: working on it now ::rams the head again::

SO_Tiral:
::manages to find the LRS control::CSO: Are you getting anything except that asteroid belt?

CIV_K`rak:
::has a small pinkish lavender pool of blood forming on the floor to his left::

CO_Lorzo:
CIV: Take that blade of yours down to Engineering.. get him to work faster.

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: stands tall :: I do not answer to you!

MO_Booker:
::stops and goes back to sickbay:: CMO: good day!

CIV_K`rak:
::grunts at the CO and heads down to the Engine room::

CEO_T`Plax:
::rams his own head and then kicks the engines::

Kris:
ACTION: The I.K.S. Doomfarer continues floating forward on inertia, gliding slowly toward the asteroid belt.

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Very well then....CO: Asteroid belt dead ahead!

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  hello

OPS_D`Nab:
self: what is that fool doing down there....

MO_Booker:
CMO: some what up for today sir!

Kris:
ACTION: One engine sputters to life briefly, and the ship is turned upside down.  Artificial gravity generators strain with the sudden shift in field alignment.

CIV_K`rak:
::arrives in the engine room and spots the Chief Engineering Officer::

CEO_T`Plax:
::punches a few buttons on the console::

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: You know how to work the impulse engines don’t you.  Maneuver the ship, and get it still!

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: stares at the SO :: SO: ::a smile crosses face :: Self: This human could have potential.

FCO-Drozmach:
::working console::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks at MO::  MO:  depends on the kind of fun the bridge will have for us today.  Let's hope it will be glorious!

SO_Tiral:
::ignores the CSO and continues scanning the area directly ahead::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: stumbles as he touches console ::

OPS_D`Nab:
::lurches forward, holding onto console::

CO_Lorzo:
CSO: In depth scans of that belt.

MO_Booker:
CMO: it's a good day to die!

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: If we cannot control this ship, we need shields!

CIV_K`rak:
::falls and has his knife rammed into his shoulder, he spits a Klingon curse and yanks the blade out of his shoulder::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: smiles broadly at MO ::  MO: yes, a very good day to die.

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: Aye!

CTO_Be`Joy:
::spittle flying everywhere::

OPS_D`Nab:
::sides on the console crumble under the pressure of his hands::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Leave your courage in your quarters?

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: conducts extensive scan ::

Kris:
ACTION: From out of the asteroid belt comes a small swarm of unknowns heading towards the ship.

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Now shields.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Aye...

CEO_T`Plax (Sound - PowerUp.wav):
::kicks controls as engines sputter back to life::

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: Sensors detect a...swarm...of something heading toward us! Cannot identify!

CO_Lorzo:
CSO: What are they?

CTO_Be`Joy:
::raises shields::

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: Should I engage the cloak?

Kris:
ACTION: The engines die again.

CIV_K`rak:
::reaches the CEO and slams him up against a bulkhead a few inches off the deck::

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: Engines offline again

OPS_D`Nab:
::feels the engines die and attempts to locate the faulty system::

CEO_T`Plax:
::curses and starts throwing anything and everything at random::

CO_Lorzo:
CSO: I don’t want to hear you don’t know.... study them.. get me answers.

MO_Booker:
CMO: so what do you come from sir!

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Shall I power up the weapons?  or shall we fight them with our bat'leths???

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: :: taps console :: Doesn't register as a life form. Composition, same as the asteroid belt.

CO_Lorzo:
::frowning as she thinks of their CEO::

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: (louder)Should I engage the cloak?

CTO_Be`Joy:
::drool running down his face::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: We cannot fire on ourselves... think of a way to shock them off our hull.

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks irritated by MO's questions ::  MO: ready yourself for any casualties that may come our way.  Do not pester me with worthless questions

CIV_K`rak:
CEO:Get these engines fixed or I will tear out your heart and eat it in front of you! ::drops him to the deck::

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: You will when I say you will, not a moment before.

CTO_Be`Joy:
::shrugs::

MO_Booker:
CMO: so where do you come from sir?

CEO_T`Plax:
::checks systems, but is knocked to the ground with a loud thud::

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Sensors are being affected by the unknowns!

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: What ever they are, they are affecting our sensors! I cannot scan past 10 meters out!

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Dust from the asteroids are blocking the sensors.

CEO_T`Plax:
K`Rak: Well, I need you to remove yourself so I can do my job!

CIV_K`rak:
::glaring at the Chief Engineering Officer viciously::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks at MO ::   MO:  you have your orders...leave me!

CMO-L`Surja:
:: returns to reports on her desk ::

FCO-Drozmach:
::kicking console:: Self: What did they do? Build this bucket of bolts from worthless salvaged Federation spare parts

CEO_T`Plax:
::gets up and checks systems::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Get them off our hull.... try energy beams to burn them off!

MO_Booker:
CMO: yes sir! :: walks out::

OPS_D`Nab:
CO: Perhaps a negative feedback loop through the outer hull will shake them loose...

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Why don't we magnetize a torpedo and fire it into space.  It might attract the dust.

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: tries everything, then, quietly so others cannot hear :: SO: Any ideas, pat......human?

CIV_K`rak:
CEO:Watch your tongue Pe'Tak!

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Try it.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: I thought you didn't want us to fire on ourselves sir...::sarcastically::

CEO_T`Plax:
K`Rak: Would you like to try?

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Hey, you're the chief..you figure it out!

CTO_Be`Joy:
::modifies the weapon and fires::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Make sure it doesn’t pull apart this worthless piece of a ship.

CIV_K`rak:
::slips his Mek'leth from his belt::

CTO_Be`Joy (Sound - Torpedo.wav):

MO_Booker:
:: get the sickbay ready :

CEO_T`Plax:
::gets his bat’leth::

CEO_T`Plax:
K`Rak: Wanna dance?

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: growls, thinking he will teach this human a lesson, then thinks better of it ::

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: if we cloaked, the brief disruption in the space fabric might tear them apart and off the hull

Kris:
ACTION:  The pesky things are still there, unaffected.

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: Would you have us lower our shields just to hide?

CIV_K`rak:
::gets into a fighting stance::

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: No effect, Captain...

CEO_T`Plax:
::gets into fighting stance:: K`Rak: Lets dance!

SO_Tiral:
::tries to reconfigure the sensor array::

CO_Lorzo:
CSO: Collect a sample of them, study their composition and give me some answer on how to destroy them!

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: you got a better idea?

CIV_K`rak:
::rushes the Chief Engineering Officer expertly and slices at his gut::

CSO_T`Kurg:
CO: Aye sir!

Kris:
ACTION: Old seam repairs in the hull are becoming smoother and stronger than they were before.

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: I have the idea of removing your tongue and nailing it to the ships hull.... now how about coordinating with Eng on getting the ship to move!

Kris:
ACTION: The Chief Engineering Officer's uniform is split open, but he only suffers a cut.

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: Come! :: heads off the bridge and toward the transporter room ::

CEO_T`Plax:
::maneuvers the bat’leth to knock the civilian down::

CIV_K`rak:
::rolls away and jumps to his feet::

CO_Lorzo:
*CEO* Report!

SO_Tiral:
::looks over at the Chief Science Officer as if to say no way::

CEO_T`Plax:
*CO*: I'm dancing with the civilian

CO_Lorzo:
::looks over at the power struggle between Chief Science Officer and Science Officer::

OPS_D`Nab:
CO:  The hull seems to be getting stronger!

FCO-Drozmach:
::to self about CO:: You feel froggy enough, jump. CEO: What's happening with those engines

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Hull is somehow getting stronger...maybe we should wait this out and see what else gets better on this kronos-forsaken ship...

Kris:
ACTION: Years of corrosion are seeming to melt away on the outer hull.

CO_Lorzo:
Ops: Say again?

SO_Tiral:
CSO: I will stay here. I can monitor the sensors.

OPS_D`Nab:
CO: These critters are making the hull become stronger....  repair seams are strengthening!

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: stops short of the door, suddenly remembering...human pleasantries :: SO: Lt., :: Gravel in his voice :: PLEASE join me.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: I see no threat as of yet from this dust.

CEO_T`Plax:
::with the CIV on the ground, checks systems for malfunction::

OPS_D`Nab:
CO:  All internal systems are nominal...

SO_Tiral:
::thinks this Klingon will now get the better of her::

CIV_K`rak:
::snarls knowing he has other plans, he spits on the deck at the CEO's feet and leaves the room::

CO_Lorzo:
*CIV* Report!

SO_Tiral:
CSO: No that's much better, coming sir.

CEO_T`Plax:
::laughs at the CIV to himself::

FCO-Drozmach:
Computer: where is that CEO?

MO_Booker:
::  prepares Sickbay ::

SO_Tiral:
::heads for the turbolift::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: walks off the bridge into the corridor ::

CIV_K`rak:
*CO*:The CEO is bumbling around the Engine room like a child playing...

CEO_T`Plax:
::Checks for clogging::

CO_Lorzo:
CREW: What in Stovokor is going on down in Engineering!!

CMO-L`Surja:
:: walks to sickbay ::  MO: status of sickbay?

CO_Lorzo:
*CIV* Is he any closer to solving the problem?

OPS_D`Nab:
CO:  Sounds as if those fools are behaving like Feddies!

CTO_Be`Joy:
::spits:: CO: Not a whole Stovokor of alot, sir...

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Ok, now what do you have in mind?

CEO_T`Plax:
<Computer> The CEO is in Main Engineering.

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Have the things passed the hull?

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: looks over his shoulder at the SO :: SO: We need to run a composition analysis to see how we can penetrate them, destroy them....

CIV_K`rak:
*CO*:He couldn't solve an untied boot

SO_Tiral:
::walks beside the Chief:: CSO: Ahh, excellent plan..

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: Permission to leave the bridge to go to Main engineering to help the CEO

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: No.  It seems to be repairing the hull.

Kris:
ACTION: The ship is hardly recognizable...it is a shiny, clean ship with a sparkling finish and looks fresh out of the fleetyard.

CO_Lorzo:
*CIV* Does he have any competent EOs?

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: Denied, remain at your post.

CMO-L`Surja:
:: walks over to MO ::  MO:  did you hear what I said?

OPS_D`Nab:
CO:  The hull has changed...  drastically....

CIV_K`rak:
*CO*:He seemed the most competent down there...

MO_Booker:
CMO: no sir!

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: I want to know the moment they begin to do any internal repairs.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: The outer hull is completely clean.

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  status of sickbay

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: remembers reading Federation reports :: SO: Or would you prefer a less combative approach, such as....:: as if it leaves a bad taste :: trying to communicate?

MO_Booker:
CMO: sick bay is ready sir!

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  and do we have enough medical supplies for the Federation weaklings on board?

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: They will not unless we allow them to enter through vents of some sort.

MO_Booker:
CMO: some what sir!

FCO-Drozmach:
CEO: ENGINE STATUS!

CO_Lorzo:
CTO:You mean the way we 'allowed' them onto our hull?

CEO_T`Plax:
FCO: it ain't worth nothin'

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Yes sir.

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  best to let the Federation feel what we Klingons experience when in battle, eh?

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Well I would think that your Captain would have tried that already or perhaps that would be too civilized for you.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO:  Starting with the engines.

SO_Tiral:
::glares at the CSO::

CIV_K`rak:
::slams one of the human exchange officers into a bulkhead in frustration while making his way back to the bridge::

MO_Booker:
CMO: I know I like to know that sir!

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: :: stops dead in his tracks :: Civilized! We are warriors! Not diplomats!

CMO-L`Surja:
:: nods head in approval ::  MO:  good thinking since they are hear in this :: says with sarcasm ::  exchange program

FCO-Drozmach:
::trying to Start engines.....AGAIN

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Warriors! Huh! You are uncivilized bullies!

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks around at sickbay ::  MO: you have done well

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: What is the status of the things now?

MO_Booker:
CMO: LOL

Kris:
ACTION: The engines sputter to life and the ship rights itself in space, no longer listing upside down.

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Sir, if we open the vents in one of the nacelles, we could test our theory.

MO_Booker:
CMO: thank you sir!

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: Roars :: SO: I will cut your heart out and feed it to my Targ! Watch your tongue!

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  today is a very good day to die...let's hope the Federation agrees with us

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: They are only on the outer hull.

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: I have my engines ::maneuvering through the asteroid belt::

CEO_T`Plax:
*CO*: We have engines, couldn't tell you for how long though

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: turns and heads into the transporter room ::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: I'd rather not have them inside our ship.

Kris:
ACTION: The small life forms trail out behind the ship in a long swarm.

MO_Booker:
CMO: yes it is sir!

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: So now who has lost their courage!

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: I never ordered you to enter the belt!

SO_Tiral:
::laughs maniacally:: CSO: You talk tough, but you are soft like a earth kitten.

CSO_T`Kurg:
Transporter Chief: You are relieved!

CEO_T`Plax:
::checks power output::

CO_Lorzo:
FCO: Lets test out the engines... move us out of the belt and engage at warp 1.

CIV_K`rak:
::continues walking to the bridge throwing anyone who gets in his way into the nearest bulkhead::

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: We floated into it, while trying to get the engines going. I'm taking us OUT

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  let us monitor bridge activity, perhaps we can get a feel for what is happening

SO_Tiral:
:;enters the transporter room ::

Kris:
ACTION: The transporter chief trudges away, relieved.  ::relief::

CSO_T`Kurg:
<chief> CSO: Aye!

MO_Booker:
CMO: let's die in battle!

CO_Lorzo:
::gets up from seat and walks over to the CTO::

MO_Booker:
CMO: yes sir!

FCO-Drozmach (Sound - Powerup.wav):
::powering up engines, setting warp 1::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: smiles broadly at MO ::

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: You wish to speak words of stupidity to my face.

FCO-Drozmach (Sound - Warp.wav):
WARP 1 Engaged

SO_Tiral:
::waits to see what the CSO is going to do next::

CTO_Be`Joy:
::stands in defiance::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: approaches the console, ignoring the Science Officer's remark, erects a forcefield :: Energizing!

CO_Lorzo:
::approaches the CTO getting closer with a sneer and a growl::

Kris:
ACTON: The lifeforms are left behind.

CMO-L`Surja:
:: returns to her office ::

MO_Booker:
::walk over to the computer::

CEO_T`Plax:
::walks to his office::

SO_Tiral:
::pulls out her tricorder::

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: Analysis?

CO_Lorzo:
CTO: Your job is to protect this ship.... answer back to me one more time and you will be protecting the inside of a brig.

FCO-Drozmach:
CO: Now that the engines in this piece of junk are working, shall I test the cloaking device?

CIV_K`rak:
::rushes on to the bridge and leaps at the CO's head with his Mek'leth poised to slice it in half vertically::

CTO_Be`Joy:
CO: Aye...sir!  ::stares ahead menacingly::

MO_Booker:
Computer: what is going on with the ship and the bridge!

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Scanning now.

CMO-L`Surja:
:: monitoring activity on the bridge ::

CO_Lorzo:
::tries to move away from the CIV.... reaching for her own blade::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: runs scans of his own ::

OPS_D`Nab:
::pulls out his dak'tagh, just in case::

CTO_Be`Joy:
::muttering how the captain is such a hypocrite and starts plans for assassination::

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: notices trace components of nucleo peptides ::

CIV_K`rak:
::pulls his dak'tagh from his belt in mid-flight and waves it in front of him::

CTO_Be`Joy:
::sees someone has beaten him to it::

CO_Lorzo:
CIV: Are you going to use it... or is it just for show?

CTO_Be`Joy:
::pulls disruptor from belt::

CO_Lorzo:
::lunges forward to cut the CIV::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: moves from office to sickbay, walking over to the MO ::

SO_Tiral:
CSO: The sample is composed of several trace minerals, including silica and chrondrite.

OPS_D`Nab:
Self:  Disruptor???  what a coward....

MO_Booker:
CMO: yes sir!

FCO-Drozmach:
::spins around, sees CIV, get own Mek'leth, moves between the CO and CIV:: ::points blade at CIV:: CIV: You come at the CO again, and you'll deal with me

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  and who are your loyalties with?

CIV_K`rak:
::blocks defensively with his Mek'leth and swings at the Captain's throat::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks at the monitor ::

CO_Lorzo:
::knocks the FCO aside::

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: Hmmmm,

CTO_Be`Joy:
::watches over this pathetic show of Klingon honor::

MO_Booker:
CMO: you sir!

OPS_D`Nab:
::rushes the FCO and slashes at his chest::  FCO: Stay out of This!

MO_Booker:
CMO: and this ship sir!

CO_Lorzo:
::ducks down low and tries to swing her leg in an arc to knock the CIV to the ground::

CSO_T`Kurg:
Possibility of intelligence? :: can't believe it came from his lips ::

SO_Tiral:
::moves closer to the CSO:: CSO: What do your readings show?

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks skeptically at MO ::   MO:  see to it your loyalties do not change

CIV_K`rak:
::jumps over the CO's leg sweep and brings the Mek'leth down at her for the Kill::

FCO-Drozmach:
::grabs OPS and tosses him aside, across the bridge:: OPS: Get out of my face

CMO-L`Surja:
:: returns to look at monitor ::

CO_Lorzo:
CREW: It is a good day to die.....  ::smiles::

CSO_T`Kurg:
SO: Trace...very little really...of nucleo peptides.

CTO_Be`Joy:
*CMO* We may need one of your lowly medics up on the bridge.

MO_Booker:
CMO: as log as I on this ship I loyal to it

CO_Lorzo:
::brings up her own blade when he gets close... aims for his midsection::

CMO-L`Surja:
*CTO* :  acknowledged

CMO-L`Surja:
:: turns to MO ::

CTO_Be`Joy:
*CMO* Why don't you send the puny human.

SO_Tiral:
CSO: This is going to mean your head if you can not do better than that.

CMO-L`Surja:
MO:  are you up to task?

OPS_D`Nab:
::drops dak'tagh and removes bat'leth from his back::  FCO: You wanna try that again targ scum?

CTO_Be`Joy:
::great belly laugh::

MO_Booker:
CMO: on my way :: start to the bridge::

CIV_K`rak:
::notices the raised blade like any 1st year student would and ducks around it::

CMO-L`Surja:
*CTO*:  MO Booker is en route, Chief Medical Officer out

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: turns head slowly toward the SO, then grins :: SO: You may make a formidable Human, yet. :: turns back to his readings ::

CIV_K`rak:
::raises his Mek’leth and rams the blade through the CO's skull::

MO_Booker:
:: get to the bridge:: CTO: what is it!

Kris:
ACTION: The Captain is dead.

SO_Tiral:
CSO: Klingon! You would never make it on a "real" starship!

CMO-L`Surja:
:: smiles at the enthusiasm of MO ::

CIV_K`rak:
::looks up at the cieling::WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH

CSO_T`Kurg:
:: notices something...very faint ::

CMO-L`Surja:
:: looks back at the monitor ::

CTO_Be`Joy:
CMO: Acknowledged.

FCO-Drozmach:
::picks up own Bat'leth from next to station:: ::motions in a "come on" Hand gesture.

OPS_D`Nab:
::raises bat'leth and lets out a bellow::

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