Host AGM_Selan says:
U.S.S. Paula Greene Stardate 10102.03 "Through Their Looking Glass" Episode Two

Cast of Characters

CO Cromwell			AGM Dave
XO Amendoeira			AGM Sergio
CNS Richardson			GM Cheryl
FCO Baptiste			FM Jim
CMO Biishe			AGM Karrianna
OPS Owens			AGM Chris N.
CEO Hull				AGM John G.
CSO Raal				PR Eric
CIV	 B’lee				AGM Brian P.
CTO Ryan				TAGM/PR Darlene
Tridor, Twiddle Eed,
Twiddle Bumd, Ensign
Tucker, Engineers		AGM Mike Jones

Host AGM_Selan says:
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= Resume Mission =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=

CSO_Raal says:
::Exiting quarters in dress whites::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Standing in the corridor in a group hug with CNS Richardson and Tridor::

CNS_Richardson says:
::In the docking bay, with the CTO, being hugged by Tridor::

Host Tridor says:
::Has both the CNS and the CTO in a BIG group hug and then lets them go with a smile on his face::  CNS/CTO: Oh, how this day has been long in wait!

CTO_Ryan says:
::Stumbles backwards as Tridor releases his hug::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Pulls away, and straightens her uniform:: Tridor: Greetings and welcome aboard. I'm Counselor Richardson and this is our Chief Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Ryan.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Nods to Tridor::

FCO_Baptiste says:
:::Seated at the Flight Control station monitoring the other ships ::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Tug at his dress whites, thinking "I hate these outfits"::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Hurriedly getting into dress uniform in Sickbay trying not to re-injure things::

CEO_Hull says:
::At Engineering 1 console on the Bridge::

Host Tridor says:
::Smiles brightly at the two of them then takes a moment to look at the CNS, spotting her spots:: CNS: You look peculiar for an Outworlder, no?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Taps his COM Badge:: CO: Captain, are you ready?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Touches her fingers to the spots:: Tridor: Indeed, it is a variant feature of some our people.

OPS_Owens says:
::Exiting his quarters tugging on his dress uniform::

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Two others, bald, without a nose, pale-skinned and wearing white jumpsuits with painted flowers on them exit behind Tridor.

CSO_Raal says:
::Goes to the turbolift:: Computer: Observation Lounge.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
*XO* I am, now that your wife has seen fit to release me, Commander.  ::Grins slightly::

Host Tridor says:
<Computer> CSO: Acknowledged.  ::Takes the CSO to Deck One::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Looks at the other guests and raises an eyebrow at the sight of their clothing::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Chuckles:: *CO* She's been known to be overprotective, especially of commanding officers.  We'll be waiting for you, Sir.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Sitting at the back of the Bridge examining scans of the vessels trying to verify an origin point based on the metals being used in the hulls::

Host Tridor says:
::Nods:: CNS: Ahh…I see, I am Tridor.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Leaves Sickbay, limping slightly, and heads for the nearest turbolift::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Motions the other two guests from the airlock into the corridor::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Nods head in a slight greeting bow:: Tridor: The pleasure is ours.

CSO_Raal says:
::Exits turbolift and walks to the Observation Lounge::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Overlooks the Bridge::

CSO_Raal says:
::Enters Observation Lounge::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Wonders if it would be better to be there when the aliens arrive or make a grand, late entrance::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> ::Steps up behind Tridor::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Steps up beside Twiddle Eed::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Catches Ryan's eye:: CTO: Are we ready?  I'm sure the Captain's waiting anxiously to speak with our guests.

OPS_Owens says:
::Enters the turbolift down the corridor and orders it to Deck 1::

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: Very well, Counselor.  ::Nods to the guests::  Follow me, please.  

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Enters turbolift:: Deck 1.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Nods in greeting to the other guests and steps back to allow them to follow the CTO::

CSO_Raal says:
::Sees the room is empty right now::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Proceeds to the turbolift::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
FCO: Mr. Baptiste, the Bridge is yours.  I'm off to our meeting.

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Tridor, taking in the sights, follows, as do the other two.

FCO_Baptiste says:
XO: Aye, Sir.  ::Wonders about the order wanting us into full dress uniforms::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Walks to the Observation Lounge and stands by the table waiting for the others to arrive::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Is secretly relieved that the other two don't repeat the bear hug greeting::

CIV_B`lee says:
OPS: Sir, the last federation survey team in this area detailed several notable and unusual metals in the nearby planets.  These metals are found in the hulls of the approaching ships.

CSO_Raal says:
::Sees the XO::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed & Twiddle Bumd> ::Have small writing pads and small peculiar looking pens which they use to write down notes about the corridor as they walk::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Stops at the turbolift and taps the pad.  Waits for the doors to open and gestures the guests in::

OPS_Owens says:
::Arrives on the Bridge hearing the CIV::  CIV: I guess our guests are in fact from this region then.  ::Smiles::

Host Tridor says:
::Enters turbolift with Twiddle Eed and Twiddle Bumd::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Arrives on the Bridge and limps to the Observation Lounge::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Falls in with the group, making small talk as they proceed:: Tridor: So, you have ever been on one of our vessels before?  ::Fidgets just a little bit::

CIV_B`lee says:
Owens: Yes, our guests would appear to be.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Enters turbolift after the guests and CNS Richardson::  Deck 1.

Host Tridor says:
<Computer> CTO: Acknowledged.  ::Takes the group upward::

Host Tridor says:
::All three look in shock as the turbolift moves, Twiddle Bumd and Twiddle Eed grab a hold of the sides::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Smiles reassuringly, placing a hand on Twiddle Bumd’s arm:: All: Relax; it is just a mode of transportation

OPS_Owens says:
::Tugs at his dress uniform and mumbles::  I guess I didn't need this thing after all.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Exits turbolift and stands aside allowing the guests to exit onto the Bridge::

Host Tridor says:
::Exits turbolift and his mouth opens in awe::

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Notices the new faces and uniforms::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Arrives in the Observation Lounge, tries to disguise the limp::

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Twiddle Eed and Twiddle Bumd have the same look on their faces as Tridor and take notes::

CSO_Raal says:
::Sees the CO enter the lounge::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Walks towards the Captain and stands besides him:: CO: You're looking much better, Sir. ::Grins::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Nods to the CSO::

CTO_Ryan says:
::When the last guest has exited, quickly walks forward and escorts them to the Observation Lounge::  Guests: This way, gentlemen.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Begins scanning the tactical capabilities of the vessels, curious about what kind of firepower they could have offered up in the Earth/Romulan conflict::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Exits the turbolift, following along, still making small talk::

Host Tridor says:
::Follows the CTO, making a noise at his two followers to come along as well since they're shocked by the sight before them::

OPS_Owens says:
::Looks around the Bridge:: CIV: I guess it's just you and I who are left for Bridge duty.  If I didn't know any better, I'd think the captain didn't feel we were First Contact capable.  ::Smiles::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Arrives at the Observation Lounge and allows the guests to enter before following them in::

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Looks at the OPS Officer ::

Host Tridor says:
::Enters the Observation Lounge followed by Twiddle Eed and Twiddle Bumd::

CSO_Raal says:
::Sees the guests’ enter::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Stands her station by the door, just inside the Observation Lounge::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Puts on his best smile::

CSO_Raal says:
CO: Captain, if you need any historical references, I'm up on the history of the Earth-Romulan war.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Sees the guests arrive and moves to greet them::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Enters the Observation Lounge, and guides the visitors to the Captain:: Tridor, Twiddle Bumd, Twiddle Eed: May I present our commanding officer, Captain Cromwell?

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Thinks:: Self: What am I, Swiss cheese?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Thinks: I hope Tridor doesn't hug the Captain::

Host Tridor says:
::Moves forward, smiling at the Captain, then turns and sees the XO.  Eyes fill with shock, terror and anger and he falls back suddenly:: The Attackers!

OPS_Owens says:
::Tries to look apologetic for not noticing the FCO::  FCO: Oh sorry, didn't see you there, Mr. Baptiste.  ::Smiles again rather weakly::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> ::Draws his side arm, and aims at the XO in shock and terror::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Drops his note-pad and steps back suddenly::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Eyes grow wide and realizes he looks like a Romulan::

FCO_Baptiste says:
OPS: I presume the order still stands that I change attire?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Startled by Tridor's outbusrt and draws her phaser then quickly looks around the room for the attackers::

CSO_Raal says:
::Instinctively, steps in front of the XO::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Drops to the side and shouts:: Tridor: Wait!!

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: He's a Vulcan!

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Raises an eyebrow::

Host Tridor says:
::Standing there in shock, not comprehending this:: ALL: What is the meaning of this?!?  You have an attacker amongst you?!?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Quickly moves forward phaser drawn, aimed at the guests::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Turns and aims his side arm at the CTO as he believes she has a weapon drawn at them::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Places a hand on Tridor's shoulder:: Tridor: It is another variant of our culture.  He is not an attacker.  ::Tries to speak reassuringly::

OPS_Owens says:
::Waves a hand to the side::  FCO: I don't think that will be necessary now that we've been given Bridge duty.  ::Tugging uncomfortably at his uniform again::  I wish I had known myself.

CSO_Raal says:
::Standing between XO and the guests::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Regains his posture and touches the CTO::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CTO: Stand down.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Is not terribly impressed with the weapons capability of the approaching ships::

FCO_Baptiste says:
OPS: Aye, Sir, but I presume you have the Bridge now?

Host Tridor says:
CNS: Another variant?!  They're the ones trying to destroy you!  We saw them! WE SAW them!

CSO_Raal says:
CO/XO: I don’t think they have seen Vulcans in their studies.

CTO_Ryan says:
CO: Aye, Sir.  ::Hesitantly replaces her phaser in her holster and moves back to her position by the door::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: Please, if you would allow us, we have records that will help explain the whole situation.  You can see for yourselves what we are trying to say.

CSO_Raal says:
::Mentally senses Tridor and company::

CNS_Richardson says:
Tridor: The XO is not of their kind.  They look similar but this is all.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Feels a bit left out at not being greeted::

CIV_B`lee says:
::Mutters:: Owens: We could open fire and rid us of this problem fairly quickly.   I doubt there ships could handle much of an assault.

Host Tridor says:
::Stares at the XO:: XO: What?

CSO_Raal says:
XO: If I may, Sir?

Host Tridor says:
::Turns to the CO:: CO: What is this about?  Are you from Outworld or are you betrayers to Outworld and work for the Outworld Attackers?

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Decides to holster his side arm as the CTO has as well::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> CNS: Similar?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Steps back so their guests won't feel threatened by his presence::  CO: Maybe I should leave, Sir?

OPS_Owens says:
CIV: Hmmm…as tempting an offer that may be, I think it best if we let the Captain at least try diplomacy first.  Then we can try your idea later.  ::Smiles::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
Tridor: First of all, I'd like to welcome you to the USS Paula Greene.  ::Motions to the XO:: This is my first Officer, Commander Amendoeira.  He is a Vulcan.  The Romulans are a hostile offshoot of the Vulcan race.  The Commander is as much an Outworlder as I.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Shakes his head at the XO:

Host Tridor says:
CO: What is a Vulcan? What are Romulans?

CIV_B`lee says:
Owens: You're the boss.  ::Shrugs::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Starts to answer Twiddle Eed, but grows quiet letting the Captain handle the situation::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Stands, nodding::

CSO_Raal says:
::Wonders if I could be of help::

CSO_Raal says:
::Continues to sense distrust::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Stands quietly by the door watching the aliens::

CIV_B`lee says:
::Begins compiling a "History of the Federation":: Owens: What do you think about transmitting the assembled history of the Federation over to those ships?  We could disable them with curiosity.

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: The clothing of the Retranth begins to change color from white to blue, to purple, then to dark red then to bright red. The flowers remain the same color.

FCO_Baptiste says:
CIV: Perhaps you should get the CO's permission first?

CSO_Raal says:
::Senses fear and anger::  CO/XO: Sirs?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Looks on curiously as the clothing of the aliens changes colors::

CIV_B`lee says:
FCO: Hey, while the CO is off the Bridge it's Owens call.

OPS_Owens says:
::Chuckles at the CIV::  CIV: Although your reasoning may be a little off the wall, I think that would be a great idea anyways.  Make it so.  ::Smiling::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Notices the changing colors and wonders to self what they mean::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Moves to the CNS::  CNS: ::Whispers:: Did you see that?

FCO_Baptiste says:
CIV: Save for two things: #1, I have the Bridge and #2 Diplomatic things can get touchy.

CSO_Raal says:
CO/XO: They've become confused then fearful, then angry.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
Tridor: My apologies.  What you would call an attacker, we call Romulans.  I gather this from information we have gathered as well as your reaction to the Commander.  Vulcans are Outworlders like myself, while your attackers have given up our peaceful ways in favor of war.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Nods at OPS:: Owens: Aye, Sir.  ::Changes the word “Federation” to “Outworld” on each page then transmits the Wesbster’s Abridged Edition Volumes 1 thru 78, “History of the Federation”::

CSO_Raal says:
CO/XO: Their clothing reactions show their feelings.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Tries not to react to the changes in the colors of their clothing::

Host Tridor says:
::Wonders how the CSO knows these things then looks at him cautiously, then turns back to the CO as he speaks::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Whispers back to Ryan:: CTO: I did.   Most curious, perhaps it is a form of communication or a demonstration of emotions?

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: I'm a Betazoid.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: What's a Betazoid?

Host CMO_Biishe says:
::Finishes her minor emergency and heads for the Observation Lounge::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Feels an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch one of the flowers, but controls the urge::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Nods to the CNS and stands listening to the conversation::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: My people can sense people's thoughts and emotions and can communicate telepathically.  We come from a planet called Betazed.

Host Tridor says:
CO: I see.  ::Looks at the XO::  You are a VUL-can?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Bows:: Tridor: I am.  I am sorry if my resemblance with our Romulan cousins has caused you any distress.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: You are not from the Outworld, then?

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: We are allied with Outworld.  But we call it Earth.

Host Tridor says:
ALL: I see.  This is most confusing.  ::Takes a seat at the nearby conference table, almost tired from all of this::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed> ::Take seats on each side of Tridor::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Whispers:: CNS: Perhaps some refreshments will calm them?

CSO_Raal says:
XO/CO: Sirs, may I explain my hypothesis to our guests?

Host Tridor says:
::Nods at the XO:: XO: It is quite all right.  I apologize for any distress we caused you.  We had no idea.  There appears to be more to Outworld than we anticipated.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
All: Everyone, please, let's sit down.

CNS_Richardson says:
CTO: I was just about to suggest that.

CNS_Richardson says:
CO: I will arrange some refreshments for our guests, if you wish?

OPS_Owens says:
::Casually sits at Operations after the FCO said he was in command and casually looks as though he knew all the time::

CSO_Raal says:
::Takes a seat near the CO and XO::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods and sits down as well::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CNS: Good idea, Counselor.  ::Wonders why the refreshments weren't already here::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Steps quietly into the room to see people taking a seat::

CSO_Raal says:
CO: Captain?

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Notes the new arrival::

Host Tridor says:
::Looking out at the stars::

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: I will assist you.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CSO: Yes?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Nods and moves away to the replicator:: CTO: Thank you. Something light, I think.

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks around at their guests with a curiosity::

CSO_Raal says:
CO: May I explain my hypothesis to our guests?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Follows the CNS to the replicator::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Programs in a variety of light Outworlder delicacies::

Host Tridor says:
::Wonders about this "Betazoid's" hypothesis::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CSO: By all means, have you been properly introduced?

CIV_B`lee says:
::Glances at the FCO, who is in the command chair and smiles::

CSO_Raal says:
CO: No, Sir.  Just informed them of my race.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Takes the trays of food and sets them in the center of the table then returns to the replicator to pick up more food and beverages::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Slips into a chair near the XO::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: My name is Lieutenant Junior Grade Kent Raal, Chief Science Officer.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Takes the last of the trays containing glasses and carries them around the table, offering them first to the Retranths::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed> ::Looks at the food curiously, then looks at Tridor::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Smiles at his wife:: ~~~CMO: Hey.~~~

Host Tridor says:
Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed: Go ahead.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Sends a message to the terminal at the CO's position in the lounge::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Turns to Tridor:: Tridor: This is my Chief Science Officer, Lt. Raal.  He would like to explain an idea he has to you.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Reaches out to take her hand::

OPS_Owens says:
::Blindly continues to punch buttons on the console::

CMO_Biishe says:
~~~XO: How are things going?~~~

Host Tridor says:
CSO: I am Tridor.  ::Gestures to Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed who are taking some of the food:: They are Twiddle Eed and Twiddle Bumd.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Walks back to her station by the door and listens::

CIV_B`lee says:
::Fiddles with his earring while the download commences::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Squeezes his hand::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: A pleasure, gentlemen.

Host Tridor says:
::Nods while the other two eat::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Sighs:: ~~~ CMO: Oh, aside from the fact that I look like a Romulan, which they see as the "Attackers" and they almost jumping me for it, nothing at all~~~

CNS_Richardson says:
::As she passes behind the visitors carrying her tray she stops, attention caught by the flowers on their clothing::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Now, while listening to your communications with our vessel a while ago, I noticed you were describing something that already happened.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Notices the CNS stop and looking at their clothing again::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: You see, gentlemen, 200 years ago, a fleet of starships from the Romulan Star Empire made an assault on the planet Earth, what you know as the Outworld.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Balances her tray in one hand, the uncontrollable urge coming over her again::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks at her husband::  ~~~XO: You are less in appearance as a Vulcan than you are human~~~

CTO_Ryan says:
::Watches the CNS curiously::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Looks around to see if anyone's watching::

Host Tridor says:
::Listens intently to the CSO while Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed eat::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: The Earth-Romulan war lasted for several years until a treaty was signed ending the war.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
~~~CMO: Tell them that~~~  ::Smiles and squeezes her hand::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Catches the CTO watching her and regains control::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: That was in Old Earth Calendar 2161.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Passes on and hands out the rest of the liquid refreshments::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Raises an eyebrow at the CNS::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed> ::Eagerly take the drinks apparently enjoying the Outworld food::

CMO_Biishe says:
~~~XO: We have Vulcans aboard and of course pictures of Romulans if that would help~~~  ::Looks up at the CNS with a smile::

CNS_Richardson says:
::As Twiddle Bumd and Twiddle Eed take the last of the drinks from her tray, she gives in to the urge and pokes at one of the flowers on their clothing::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: As a result of that war, Earth allied with several neighboring planets, like the Commander's home planet of Vulcan, to form the United Federation of Planets.

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks at the CNS with a raised eyebrow then hides a smile::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
~~~CMO: They seem to take us at our word that we are not "Attackers."  I'm sure the Captain will want to let them know of our history and culture~~~

CTO_Ryan says:
::Moves forward, shocked at the CNS' actions::

Host Tridor says:
CSO: But we have been witnesses to the war for the past two years.  It hasn't ended yet.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Moves on quickly, carrying the empty trays back to the replicator::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> ::Spits out his drink slightly and looks back at the CNS::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Continues drinking::

OPS_Owens says:
::Notes a power fall out in Transporter Room 3 and dispatches teams to see what the problem is::

Host Tridor says:
::Ignores Twiddle Eed who could never really handle liquid::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: I believe you may have looked at us through obsolete technology, at least in Federation terms.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: So the war is over and what we have been watching hasn't occurred in years?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Walks to the replicator::  CNS: Excuse me, Counselor, but why did you poke their clothing?

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Shakes his head slightly and gives the CNS an "I'll deal with you later" look::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: More than 200 years to be precise.

CNS_Richardson says:
CTO: Why did I what?  ::Looks confused::

Host Tridor says:
::Eyes widen in slight shock:: CSO: Two Hundred Years?!?

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: Counselor, I observed you poking the clothing of one of our guests.  Are you feeling all right?

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> ::Still staring at the CNS and the CTO wondering what the poke was about::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Tensions had persisted between the Federation and the Romulan Star Empire during that time, but it was mostly in what could be termed as a "Cold War."

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Wonders if the CSO could be less blunt:: Tridor, CSO: If I may?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Puts the trays into the replicator:: CTO: I'm fine.

CSO_Raal says:
XO: Sir?

CIV_B`lee says:
::Nods with satisfaction as COM traffic between the vessels increases::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks at her husband with a twinkle in her eye then goes back to listening, munching on a chocolate cookie::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Stops suddenly and stares fixedly at a spot on the CTO's shoulder::

Host Tridor says:
::Looks back at the XO whom, he is attempting in his mind not to place as a Outworld Attacker Romulan::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
CSO: Please, allow me.  Tridor: Tell me, how much do you know of your observation technology?

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: I am not a diplomat, however it would seem to me poking our guests’ clothing is not in the Starfleet Manual.

CNS_Richardson says:
CTO: Hold on a second, you've got something right there.  ::Points::

CSO_Raal says:
::Yields to the XO::

Host Tridor says:
XO: Well, can we trust you with this information?

CEO_Hull says:
::Closes down Engineering 1 console, walks to the turbolift headed for Main Engineering::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Looks at her shoulder::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: Let me put it another way, do you know what the speed of light is?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Reaches out to brush off the CTO’s shoulder and changes at the last minute to a poke:: CTO: There, you're all set!

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd> ::Having finished, reaches over and grabs some more food and continues eating::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Turns back to loading empty trays into the replicator::

CSO_Raal says:
::Notices the assistants are eating the food like mad::

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Eed> ::Stops staring and shrugs it off::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Finally notices the message on the terminal next to him::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Startled by the poke from the CNS::  CNS: All right, Counselor, I think you had better come with me to Sickbay.

Host Tridor says:
XO: The speed of light? I did not know that light had a speed.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Looks over her shoulder:: CTO: What are you on about?  I'm fine!

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Hears the chatter between the CTO and CNS, but tries to ignore it in favor of diplomacy::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Confused now:: Tridor: Then, your ships, you have warp capable ships without knowing the speed of light?

Host Tridor says:
XO: What is warp?  Oh, you mean supreme velocity?

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: ::Tries to keep her voice down::  I think you should come with me, Counselor.  Doctor Biishe should have a look at you.  ::Motions to Doctor Biishe to approach::

Host Tridor says:
XO: We achieve supreme velocity through the mixture of matter and antimatter to power our engines.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Finishes the trays:: CTO: I'd best go take my seat over there.  ::Starts toward the conference table::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks over at Tari and the CTO with curiosity::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods:: Tridor: Yes, velocity.  Well, consider if you will that light has a velocity lower than your supreme velocity.

Host Tridor says:
::Nods, listening:: XO: Okay.  

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: We concluded your engines could take your ships to a speed of what we call Warp 2.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Grabs the Counselor's arm gently but firmly:: CNS: No, Counselor.  Please come with me.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: Our ships can acquire Supreme Velocity 21.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Looks at Ryan, slightly taken aback:: CTO: What are you doing?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: If, as we suspect, your observation techniques are merely visual.

Host Tridor says:
XO: Yes, they are.

CTO_Ryan says:
CNS: ::Looks over at the Doctor again keeping her voice down:: CNS: Please, Counselor. Your assistance is needed in Sickbay.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: Then, considering that the light you see has a velocity lower that your supreme velocity, it would take longer than your ships to get to, say your closest neighboring system, correct?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Sighs:: CTO: Such a fuss!  Certainly, I'll do as you ask.  ::Pushes her hand away::

Host Tridor says:
::Thinks about it:: XO: Yes.

CEO_Hull says:
::Enters Main Engineering and logs onto his CEO console overlooking the warp core::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Motions to the Doctor to join them by the door::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Lightly touches her husband arm, then stands to go over to Tari::

CSO_Raal says:
::Looks over the CO's shoulder::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: Well, the system you call Outworld is about. ::Does some math::  2 billion times father than your neighboring system, hence light emanating from our system would take 200 years to reach yours.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Stands and goes over to the dedication plaque on the Bridge dusting it with his sleeve::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Sees Biishe approach:: CMO: Such a fuss  I have no idea why Ryan is being so insistent on this, but let's humor her, okay?

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Wonders what is going on inside the lounge::

CMO_Biishe says:
::With a smile on her face but a slight look of confusion in her eyes, looks at the two ladies::  CTO/CNS: Is everything all right?

CIV_B`lee says:
::Sees it fall on the floor and cringes:: All: Oops! Sorry!

CTO_Ryan says:
::Looks as the Doctor approaches::  CMO: Doctor, the Counselor is acting quite strangely.  Please take her to Sickbay.

CSO_Raal says:
XO: Sir, then at our Warp 2, they would reach Earth in about 10 to 20 years.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Re-hangs it and makes sure its not crooked::

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Hopes it didn't shatter, as it is made in part of glass::

CMO_Biishe says:
CNS: Always wise, Tari.  ::Looks at the CTO:: CTO: Strangely, in what way?

OPS_Owens says:
::Glares at the CIV Knowing how that is a bad omen for the ship::

Host Tridor says:
::Thinks about it:: XO: Ahh….I, I think I understand.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods at the CSO:: CSO: Indeed.

CSO_Raal says:
XO: May I continue?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods:: CSO: Please.

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks back at Tari::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Shrugs at the CMO:: CMO: I feel perfectly fine; but the CTO seems to think I need medical attention.

FCO_Baptiste says:
CIV: Did it break?

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: You see, Sir, we have a measurement of distance called a light year.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Hears a dull thump sound just outside the lounge door::

CTO_Ryan says:
CMO: I observed her poking the clothing of one of the guests then she did it to me a few minutes ago and doesn't seem to recall doing it.

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: It measures how far light can travel in normal space unimpeded for one standard Earth year.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Wonders if, since the CIV likes cleaning up, he would like to be in charge of the cleaning crew::

CMO_Biishe says:
CNS: Tari?  You don't remember doing anything like that?

Host Tridor says:
::Nods::

CIV_B`lee says:
FCO: Everything is well in hand! ::With a slight stutter in his voice::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Keeps her hands at her side, fingers twitching almost imperceptibly::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Your system is approximately 200 light years away from Earth.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Unbends it slightly:: FCO: There, all better.  It's just little scratches and chipped.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Turns around at the stuttering in the CIV’s voice::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
Tridor: If you will excuse me, please.

CNS_Richardson says:
CMO: I most certainly wouldn't do such a thing.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Thinks: Ut oh::

CMO_Biishe says:
CNS: Tari, come with me.  ::Nods to the CTO::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: That's why your observation equipment saw something that happened near Earth from 200 years ago.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Leaves the CNS with the Doctor, opens the lounge doors and looks out::

Host Tridor says:
::Nods:: CO: All right. ::Slightly wonders what's going on::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Nods to Tridor and moves over to the CNS, CTO and CMO and motions them out onto the Bridge::

Host Tridor says:
CSO: I see.  Would you like to see the Observatory Of Truth?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Exits onto the Bridge::

FCO_Baptiste says:
CIV: Go replicate another one.  ::Frowns::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Steps out of the Observation Lounge onto the Bridge::

CIV_B`lee says:
::Hurries back to his console before anyone sees that it was "him" playing with the plaque::

CSO_Raal says:
::Looks at the XO:: XO: Sir, I would think that would be of interest of us.

Host Tridor says:
<Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed> ::Finish eating and listen::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Stops just outside the door::  CNS: Tari, tell me again, you don't remember poking the clothing on our guests?

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Walks out after the women to see the CIV running back to his console:

CNS_Richardson says:
::Looks at the CMO:: CMO: I may joke around at times, but that would be most unprofessional of me, particularly in a First Contact situation such as this.

OPS_Owens says:
::Shakes his head at Lieutenant B'lee::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods:: Tridor: It would be our honor to marvel at your greatest achievement. ::Smiles::

CSO_Raal says:
::Smiles as well::

Host Tridor says:
::Smiles:: XO: I can make arrangements for a visit.

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks up at the Captain and over to what he is looking at then lightly takes Tari's arm and motions her away from the door::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CNS: You will go to Sickbay.  The CTO will escort you.

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Although it might pale in comparison to your discovery of warp technology.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Whistles innocently as the Captain enters::

Host Tridor says:
CSO: I suppose.  But it has always brought us much joy and amazement.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
Tridor: One thing though, your ships, the ones you sent to the "Outworld", you can recall them back?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Stops short at the Captain's words:: CO: Sir, as you wish.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Looks at the CO then at the CNS::  CNS: Counselor?  ::Motions to the turbolift::

CMO_Biishe says:
CO: I have things in hand.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
OPS/FCO/CIV: Now would any of you gentlemen like to tell me what's going on?  ::Moves over to the plaque and looks at it closely::

Host Tridor says:
XO: They haven't departed yet.  ::Gestures to the small group of vessels outside the ship::  Those which didn't break off to meet you remained in the system in case this was an attack.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Starts filling out the report of the incident to be filed with the XO::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Turns to go to the turbolift, pauses just outside of it::

OPS_Owens says:
CO: Sir?  Something happen to the plaque?

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Smiles:: Tridor: Of course. So, when would this visit be?

CSO_Raal says:
XO: Those 96 ships are their whole fleet.

CMO_Biishe says:
::Shakes her head at the CTO::  CTO: You are needed here  I have things in hand.  If you want, send one of your officers down to Sickbay, but it is not necessary.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Waits for the Counselor to enter the turbolift::

FCO_Baptiste says:
CO: It seems we have a "gentleman " who desires to volunteer to be on the cleaning crew.  ::Looks at B’lee::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Tilts head to a side, thinking::

Host Tridor says:
XO: Whenever you wish.  I believe your ship can move faster than ours. ::Standing up::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Steps through the turbolift and looks at the CNS::

CTO_Ryan says:
CMO: Very well, if you insist, Doctor.  I will have a security team meet you in Sickbay.

CMO_Biishe says:
CTO: It is not wise to leave the Captain and others without security.  We don't know anything about these people when it comes down to it.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Notices a small hairline crack in the glass casing of the plaque::  FCO: Indeed.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Turns around to face the FCO and glances at the crewman next to him:: FCO: Oh, Sir, Crewman Schultz would certainly enjoy that!

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Meanwhile, in Engineering, the CEO hears a crash.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Taps COM badge:: *Security*  Jenson, send a security team to Sickbay on the double!

CSO_Raal says:
XO: If it means anything, Sir, we can depart to the planet in about an hour.  Just need to change out of this dang dress uniform.

CEO_Hull says:
::Looks up to see what has happened::

FCO_Baptiste says:
CO: It is a good thing we always have enough "George jobs".

CNS_Richardson says:
::Seems lost in thought::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Stands up also:: Tridor: Very well then.  ::Thinks for a moment::  Actually, if you would care to join us, we could make the trip to your planet together and you could stay in our ship and study our historical records, so you can find out about the whole story of the war?

CTO_Ryan says:
CMO: Agreed.

CMO_Biishe says:
CNS: Tari?

Host Tridor says:
<Ensign Tucker> ::Tries desperately to keep all the things from falling out of the maintenance closet::

Host Tridor says:
<Ensign Tucker> ::Three tricorders hit him on the head followed by a 24th century wrench of some sort:: OOF!

CTO_Ryan says:
<Jensen> *CTO* Aye, Sir.  A team is on their way.

CNS_Richardson says:
:::Tunes back in:: CMO: I'm sorry, where were we?

Host CO_Cromwell says:
ALL: I would still appreciate an answer, gentlemen, not riddles.

CEO_Hull says:
::Stands up to monitor the master situation display board::

Host Tridor says:
XO: I would greatly appreciate it.

FCO_Baptiste says:
CO: The CIV decided to "Clean" the plaque and it fell.

Host Tridor says:
<Ensign Tucker> All in Engineering: Uhh….a little help here?!?

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks at her with a gentle smile, hiding her concern::  CNS: We are going to Sickbay, my friend.  Seems everything is not as it should be with you right now.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Thinks: Oh, I'm such a bad boy::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Would it be possible for me to take a look at the ship you have docked here?

Host Tridor says:
<Ensign Tucker> ::An engineering case hits him in the head:: OOF! ::Falls unconscious as everything else falls out::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Enters the turbolift:: Biishe: I still don't see what the fuss is about.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: Certainly.  ::As Twiddle Bumd and Twiddle Eed stand up::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Smiles:: Tridor: Very well, then, would you like to start right away?  If so, I could have Lieutenant Raal here escort you to our Astrometrics lab and show you.

CMO_Biishe says:
Turbolift: Sickbay.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Mutters to himself:: Self: Cause Lord knows this deserves the Captain's attention, right now.

CEO_Hull says:
EO Tucker: What have you done? ::Heads over to him::

CMO_Biishe says:
CNS: Well, what you did does not bother me.  That you don't remember doing it does.

CTO_Ryan says:
::Waits for the turbolift doors to close then walks to the CO and stands a few feet behind him::

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: There is much a clattering in Engineering as everything from the maintenance closet falls out.  The shelves look like they came unlatched.
Poor Ensign Tucker is flat out unconscious.

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Two other Engineering Officers rush on over to help clean up, and help Ens. Tucker with the CEO.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
CIV: Well, then, Mister, you may have an extra shift a day for the next week as a member of the janitorial engineering crews.  Report to Quartermaster Clark when your shift here is over.

CEO_Hull says:
*Sickbay* Medical Emergency, Main Engineering.

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: Gentlemen, if you would follow me, first of all, we must stop by my quarters.  I need to get changed.

Host Tridor says:
XO: Astrometrics lab?

CNS_Richardson says:
::Flexes her fingers, unable to hold them still::

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: It's where we study the galaxy.

CMO_Biishe says:
<MO Angel>  ::Looks up from her desk::  *CEO*  I am on my way.  What happened?

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: An advanced version of your Observer.

CIV_B`lee says:
::Rolls eyes and turns back to his console:: CO: You got it. 

Host Tridor says:
ACTION: Ensign Tucker doesn't appear to be bleeding externally but has a slight bruise forming on his forehead and possibly on the back of his head.

Host Tridor says:
CSO: I see.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Nods:: Tridor: Yes, it is our version of your Observatory of Truth.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Stares suddenly at a spot on the wall of the turbolift::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Looks at the CNS::  Tari?  Did you hear what I said?

CEO_Hull says:
<MO_Angel>: Ensign Tucker has fallen unconscious.  I don’t know what caused it and he might have been hit on the head by equipment falling to the deck.

CSO_Raal says:
Tridor: This way, please.  ::Leads the group out to a turbolift::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
All: Carry on with much better attitudes I might add.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Finishes and files the report to the XO's database::

CMO_Biishe says:
<MO Angel> ::Grabs her kit and dashes out the door::  *CEO*  On my way .

CNS_Richardson says:
::Pulls the sleeve of her uniform down, half covering her palm and starts rubbing at the perceived spot:: CMO: Umm..no, what was that again?

Host CO_Cromwell says:
OPS: You have the Bridge.  ::Walks back towards the Lounge:

Host Tridor says:
::Tridor and the other two follow the CSO as they exit onto the Bridge, all three notice the slightly worn for wear plaque, Twiddle Bumd shakes his head::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Notices the CO is miffed over the plaque.  Moves back a bit further::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Follows:: CSO: Lieutenant, I'll lead our guests to the Astrometrics lab. You can meet us there when you are done.

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Grins and gets up from the center chair and heads back to his console::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
:::Nearly runs right into the guests as they are leaving the Lounge::

CSO_Raal says:
XO: If you think so, Sir.

OPS_Owens says:
::Lifts his head at the FCO's orders and moves to the chair::

Host Tridor says:
::Looks around, wondering who will be leading them where::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Mutters to herself about the cleaning crews on this ship::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Shakes her head, getting off the turbolift::  CNS: Okay, let’s go to Sickbay.  ::Watches her movements carefully::  Are you cold?

CTO_Ryan says:
::Watches as the CO almost runs into the guests and cringes::

CIV_B`lee says:
::Sees the CO almost run into his guests and thinks he should pay attention to where he is walking more than the minutia of the cleaning detail::

CEO_Hull says:
::Points to a couple of duty engineers:: Engineers: Start picking up that equipment and secure it, I'll stay with Tucker until the medical team arrives.

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
CO: Ahh, Sir, we're just going to show our guests the Astrometrics Lab and they have agreed to stay on our ship during the voyage back to their planet.  ::Smiles::

CMO_Biishe says:
<MO Angel> ::Quickly arrives in engineering and heads over to the group of people standing around someone on the laying on the deck::

CNS_Richardson says:
::Looks at Biishe:: CMO: I keep telling you, I am fine!  ::Voice starts taking on a slightly sharp shrilling tone::

CSO_Raal says:
::Enters turbolift:: Deck 6.

Host Tridor says:
<Two Engineers> CEO: Aye, Sir.  ::Set to work cleaning up::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
XO: Very well, Commander.  Carry on.

Host Tridor says:
<Computer> CSO: Acknowledged.  ::Takes him to Deck 6::

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Moves to the left a bit to allow them to pass::

Host Tridor says:
::Passes by with the others::

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Wonders if they will need a channel to their craft::

CMO_Biishe says:
::Raises an eyebrow::  CNS: Of course you are…Not!  ::Smiles::  Come on.  ::Enters Sickbay::  Whether you are or not, I want to make sure.  It’s my nature.  ::Smiles::

Host XO_Amendoeira says:
::Leads Tridor and his associates to the nearest turbolift:: Tridor: This way, please.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Scrubs at the spot::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Accompanies the XO into the turbolift with the guests following behind::

OPS_Owens says:
::Notes the look at B'lee's face and thinks he'd better watch himself or he'll be doing more than just helping to clean the ship::

Host Tridor says:
::Follows the XO into a nearby turbolift with Twiddle Bumd & Twiddle Eed in tow::

CSO_Raal says:
::Exits turbolift on deck 6 and runs to quarters, enters and quickly sheds dress uniform and gets in to a duty uniform::

CTO_Ryan says:
::Stands to one side allowing the guests to enter the turbolift::

CMO_Biishe says:
<MO Angel> ::Begins checking out Tucker::

FCO_Baptiste says:
::Begins the initial plot of a course to their planet ::

CEO_Hull says:
*OPS* This is Lt. Hull, we just had an Engineer knocked unconscious, apparently by some equipment falling out of a locker, although, I have never heard of such a thing happening before, medical is seeing to Ens. Tucker.

Host CO_Cromwell says:
::Feels a twinge of pain from his leg, and walks over to the other turbolift:: OPS: I'll be in Sickbay, as much as it pains me.  Be sure to get that plaque fixed.

CNS_Richardson says:
::Stands back and studies it:: <Self>: There, the cleaning crews should take notice how it's done. ::Looks self-satisfied then follows the CMO into Sickbay::

CSO_Raal says:
::Exits quarters and heads to Astrometrics::

Host Tridor says:
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= Pause Mission =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=

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