Host Brett says:
To recap for our visitors:  The station is running as normal.  Two maintenance workers have dissapeared, and Death seems to be in the conference room.  Just a normal day on Arcadia.  :-)
Host Bob_Death says:
<<<<Resume Mission "Things that go Bump - Part 3">>>>
CMO_D`han says:
::in the ready room with the CO::
XO_Danforth says:
::waits for Bob and the Captain to begin their witty reparte::
CNS_Corjet says:
@::on a runabout::
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Standing at his station in Operations, watching over things ::
Host Bob_Death says:
::Sitting at the conference table, enjoying his ice cream::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: What kind of ice cream do you prefer, Bob?
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: your proposals really don't meet our standards. I can't allow you to take the life of the children or anyone else on this station--- even if you claim their life should not have been saved.
CNS_Corjet says:
@COM:Aracadia: CSO
CMO_D`han says:
::nods in agreement::
TO_Dee says:
::crawls to the entrance of the shaft and hands the bag containing the wrist light to one of her secruity officers::  Gunner: Take to the crime lab and have it tested..... especially the batteries.  I want to know how much time that light has been on. 
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: ::Speaks around a mouthful of ice cream::  Oh Vanilla with chocolate of course.
TO_Dee says:
<Gunner>: Aye, ma'am. ::hustles off down the deck::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: It would be just as wrong for me to play any type of game with you if lives were also in the balance.
TO_Dee says:
<TO:>
CMO_D`han says:
::wonders how it is that Death likes ice cream:: Bob: How is it that... one such as you has come to like ice cream?
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: I see, well Captain, my hands are tied.  Rules are rules you know?  And I believe I am being quite reasonable offering you this chance to save them.
CSO_Washudoin says:
COM: Runabout: CNS: This is Arcadia.
XO_Danforth says:
::thinks to himself that it's only reasonable if Death is who he says instead of someone else::
Host Bob_Death says:
CMO: Well, I don't get the opportunity to have it very often.  It is a special treat.  Gotta watch the old waistline you know?  ::Pats his stomach::
CNS_Corjet says:
@COM: Aracadia: CSO: This is Counselor Corjet, requesting permission to come aboard sir.
CMO_D`han says:
::smirks at that:: Bob: Can immortal beings... get fat?
TO_Dee says:
::Crawls back down the shaft and scans the area for finger prints::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Do you get a waistline when you live forever?
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: yes, your rules. But I have rules of my own. I'm not allowed to risk their lives unless it is absolutely necessary. I don't see why you have to insist on this. Why can't you understand that?
CSO_Washudoin says:
::Singles out the runabout and runs a scan :: COM: Runabout : CNS: One second.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Or when you can change shape at will?
CNS_Corjet says:
@::waits, while quietly humming::
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: But lives are in the balance. And my rules are a little more...concrete than yours.   And it makes no difference to me if you play or not.  If you do not wish to, then fine.  ::Stands up::  I will take the children and go and be of no further bother to you.  ::Smiles::
CMO_D`han says:
::steps in Death's way:: Bob: I can't let you do that. ::smiles but is serious::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: And neither can I ::stands::
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Set up docking bay and initiates procedures :: COM: Runabout : CNS: Your clear for dock in bay 4, report to Operations when you've arrived.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Wait a minute.  Wait a minute.
CMO_D`han says:
::is also a bit nervous::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: You still haven't even given us any proof that you are who you say you are.
CNS_Corjet says:
@::Smiles to herself:: COM:Aracadia:CSO: will do sir. CNS out.
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Yes Mr. Danforth, you wish to be the voice of reason?
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: You've chatted about Captain Morgan, but you could've gotten that information out of our databanks or transmissions.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: It's pretty common knowledge that Captain Morgan died.
CNS_Corjet says:
@::begins manouvering the runabout into docking bay 4
CNS_Corjet says:
::
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Returns to monitoring the station and the outside area ::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: I think that if we had proof of your identity, we would be more amenable to dealing with you.
TO_Dee says:
::sits up striaght as she reads another set of prints besides two missing crewmen and bangs her head on the top of the shaft::  Self: Owwwww ::rubs it a bit but then crawls quickly again for the entrance::
CMO_D`han says:
::doesn't mention that scanning the entity that calls himself death killed her tricorder::
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: ::Sighs::  Ah the proof thing again.  I had so hoped we were past that.
CNS_Corjet says:
@::After docking, she heads for the turbo lift:: Computer: Operations please.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Consider it a weakness of a curious species.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::sits back down and crosses arms:: Death: I'd say not.
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: Fine.  As I told you I cannot actually kill anything.  SO, aside from that, how can I convince you?  Oh, did I show you this yet?
CNS_Corjet says:
::She steps off the turbo lift as looks for the person in charge.:: CSO: Sir, Lt Tasha Corjet reporting for duty.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: I propose a solution.
Host Bob_Death says:
Action: Transforms into a eight foot tall cloaked figure with billowing cape and scythe::
XO_Danforth says:
::waits patiently for Bob to return to his more amenable form::
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: Ma'am I have investaged the crime scene of the two missing crewmen and have found a dimmly lit wrist watch and.... ::pauses as she makes her way out of the shaft entrance:: a set of finger prints.
CMO_D`han says:
::is dreadfully concerned, but holds her ground as the prophets told her to find her purpose in those children::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Why don't you tell us something about our deceased loved ones that only you would know.  Something about them that they kept secret between us and them.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::stands up, slightly agitated:: Death: You should know that we'd view that as cheap parlor trick.
TO_Dee says:
::instructs one of the sce guys on site to continue standard procedures and then races down the cooridoor.::
Host Bob_Death says:
Action: Death transforms back to the image of Boothby
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Looks to the CNS slightly :: CNS: Welcome aboard Lt  :: Hands a PADD :: Here are you quarters and I'll notify the CO of your arrival, go a head and take your station, get to know things :: Looks back at his panel ::
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: Funny, that usually does the trick too.
CMO_D`han says:
Bob: Your proposal was a game? A game of skill?
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: YOur loved ones?
CNS_Corjet says:
::She notices the cloaked figure and immediately moves so it can't see her, as subtly as her insticts could let her. her hand wandered to her phaser at her side::
Host CO_Claymore says:
::lets the XO take on this line of questioning, has no need to go over someone's death again::
CNS_Corjet says:
::She takes the PADD from the CSO:: CSO: sir, what is that over there? ::She gestures towards Death::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Yes.  Something about my grandfather who passed on.  Something that only he and I knew.  Surely, if you're Death, you'll know these things.
CSO_Washudoin says:
*CO* Captain, Washudoin here, our new counselor has arrived. :: Looks at the figure :: CNS: Oh, that, that's just Death.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::suddenly decides on something else:: XO: And you are certain he's not telepathic?
CTO_Mrlr says:
*TO*: Very good....see if you can ascertain whose fingerprints those are.
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Correction, I would know them if he had told me.  Which, I'm sorry to say, he did not.  I do not make a habit of speaking with those who come to see me.  All that begging and pleading and "Oh please give me another chance I swear I'll nver skydive again".  Gets on the nerves.
CNS_Corjet says:
::Raises an eyebrow::  CSO: perhaps you are not aware of the safety hazards of having death simply roaming about your station sir?
TO_Dee says:
::makes her way into the crime lab and rushes over to the closest console.  Begins to download them into the database to begin the cross reference:: 
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: Aye, ma'am.
XO_Danforth says:
CO: Sir, I'm open to suggestions.  I'm not sure if he can ever REALLY prove he is who he says he is.
XO_Danforth says:
CO; Until it's too late that is.
CSO_Washudoin says:
CNS: Oh I'm aware, just not too concerned, he seems like a generally nice fellow. But I'm ready for anything he can bring.
CTO_Mrlr says:
::turns to the new CNS:: CNS: I can assure you that death will NOT roam around this station.
Host Bob_Death says:
CMO: The good doctor here seems to have the right of it.
Host CO_Claymore says:
XO: You're correct... and we can't prove he's not.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::looks at the CMO:: Death: What are you talking about?
CMO_D`han says:
CO: Captain if I may.... since Death is already somewhat upset with me... perhaps I should offer myself up to him... considering how meddlesome he feels my life-saving abilities are...
CNS_Corjet says:
::Decides perhaps it would be best if she was quiet now, but inquire after the general health of the stations crew men and women later. She smiles at the CSO:: CSO: thank you. ::She heads for her quarters::
Host CO_Claymore says:
CMO: Doctor, I can't allow you to do that.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: There see!  That's one.  One more happy vollunteer and the children are yours to keep!  ::SMiles::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: No....you will not have the Doctor!
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: As formal as she is at times, we're all pretty attached to her.
CMO_D`han says:
Bob: No.... me and potentially all the lives I would have saved had I been alive or the deal is off.
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Oh fiddlesticks.
TO_Dee says:
::commands the computer to begin cross reference the prints with those in the database and is relatively surprised that it got a match so quickly::
CSO_Washudoin says:
CTO: Don't get too ruffled Mrlr, I'm sure we can take him. :: Chuckles a bit and retutns to his work, nods to the CNS as to say farewell ::
Host CO_Claymore says:
CMO: Doctor... you're not doing this.
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: Then I propose a game, of chance or skill, to determine the fate of the children.  ::Sounds officious::
CMO_D`han says:
CO: It's my purpose to save lives... ::frowns at hearing Death::
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: What are the stakes?
CTO_Mrlr says:
::grins ferally:: CSO: Oh I'm not worried.  ::taps one claw on the tactical console:: I have my own resources.
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: And I have no way of knowing if your game isn't rigged, or if you have a way of making such games rigged in your favor.
CMO_D`han says:
Bob: What is your proposal? I suppose it would not hurt to at least hear the proposal... which game would you want to play?
CNS_Corjet says:
::she enters her room, looks about and sighs. Randy hadn't yet arrived with the children. she put some of her things in their before heading out again.::
TO_Dee says:
::slumps in her chair as she reads the results::  Self: Idiot! ::sighs and hits the comm badge::  *CTO*: Ma'am the prints turned out to be a dead end.  It belong to Wedge the maitance guy that filed the missing person's report.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: You weren't here for the beginning.  Too many people have cheated death before, and so I make sure the game is strictly legitimate.
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Why, the lives of the children of course.
TO_Dee says:
::shakes her head:: Self: A first year cadet wouldn't have made that mistake.
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: Best two out of three, winner take all.
CTO_Mrlr says:
*TO* ::chuckles quietly:: Keep searching.  Did you find any DNA evidence?
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: So, if we win, we keep the children.  If we lose we lose the children.  Is that right?
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Yes.  That is it.
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: and you are not going to do this any other way?
Host Bob_Death says:
CMO: ::A large curved dagger appears in one hand::  Mumblypeg?
CMO_D`han says:
Bob: Would we be able to replace the children with someone else? Like myself?
CNS_Corjet says:
::She checked at a console to help her find her office, then went to see how comfortable the chair she'd been left was.::
Host Bob_Death says:
CMO: No, the stakes must be set ahead of time.  If two of you wish to take their place, fine.  We'll play for YOUR lives.
XO_Danforth says:
CMO: Dr. D'han.  Please stop volunteering yourself.
Host CO_Claymore says:
XO: stop one moment...
Host CO_Claymore says:
CMO: Are you sure you want to do this?
XO_Danforth says:
::looks at the CO::
Host Bob_Death says:
XO: Oh don't say that, it is so refreshing to see someone willing to come with me.  I hate all that kicking and screaming and wailing...
Host Bob_Death says:
::Makes the dagger vanish::
CMO_D`han says:
CO: Yes. I had a dream in which the prophets told me to find my purpose in the children... how better than to save their lives if I can once again?
CNS_Corjet says:
::She checks a few of the crews files, then begins to grow curious of what is going on with Death.::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: It is my duty to protect those on this station, since this is a two person mission and I've got a volunteer. The Doctor and I will be the stakes and the players.  XO: You are in command until this is over.
XO_Danforth says:
CO: Wait, Captain.  No.
XO_Danforth says:
CO: It should be me.  You're the Captain and far too valuable.
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: Oh my, all the eagerness!  I am getting all goose pimply.  ::Hugs himself and smiles::
CNS_Corjet says:
::She headed back down the corridor in search of Death and her crew mates::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: Don't mistake duty for eagerness... now let's get this over with.
TO_Dee says:
::reads her tricorder readings and what is up on her console::  *CTO*: Just of the crewmen.  There was something else but the computer is still working on trying to figure out what it is exactly.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::stands slightly defiant::
CMO_D`han says:
:nods in agreement with claymore::
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Fine then, my brave Captain, what is to be the game?
CTO_Mrlr says:
*TO*: All right, keep at it.
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Moves his hands around the console, the computer says systems are nominal, air traffic normal ::
Host CO_Claymore says:
CMO: You wouldn't happen to know Euchre would you?
CMO_D`han says:
CO: No... I am not familiar with that game....
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Oooh!  That's  a good one!
CNS_Corjet says:
::She re-enters OPS:: CSO: Hello again sir. I was thinking that perhaps a counselor could be well placed just now in there. ::she indicates the room with Death::
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: How about...::Transforms into a riverboat gambler::  Poker?
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Scrathes the top of his head :: CNS: Well it's worth a try, but no promises. *XO* Sir, the CNS is requesting entrance in the ready room.
Host Bob_Death says:
::Shuffles the cards between his hands::
Host CO_Claymore says:
CO: Well then... I suppose we'll have to go with Poker, but just one hand wouldn't be appropriate would it?
XO_Danforth says:
CO: Sir, I'm still not sure if this should be you.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Two out of three.
CMO_D`han says:
::nods::
Host CO_Claymore says:
XO: My station, my duty--- I doubt you'd be able to stop me without risking a court martial in the process.
Host Bob_Death says:
Action: ::Waves his hand and the conference table becomes a small, round poker table with a light hanging above it::
XO_Danforth says:
::grumbles:: CO: Yes, sir.
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: So it's two against one here?
TO_Dee says:
::while the computer works on the trace substance she gets up and moves over to where Gunner is working on the light:: 
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Hmmm, that is true.  Doesn't seem fair does it?  You will play .
CSO_Washudoin says:
CNS: Well I guess that's your answer. I would just take get to know things and I'm sure you'll be fully informed if you are need in there.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Unless you'd like Disease to show up as well and we make it a foursome?
CNS_Corjet says:
CSO: very well sir. ::She frowns and heads back to her office::
CMO_D`han says:
Bob: No... disease thank you.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::sits down:: Death: Deal, let's get it over with.
XO_Danforth says:
::waits behind his two friends and hopes for the best::
CNS_Corjet says:
::Checks the stations history on her PADD::
TO_Dee says:
Gunner: Anything?
CMO_D`han says:
Belial: Please.... pray. ::smiles::
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Excellent.  ::Shuffles the cards::  Five card stud, one eyed jacks are wild.  ::Deals the cards expertly::
Host CO_Claymore says:
::waits for all the cards to be dealt and picks them up... one by one::
Host Bob_Death says:
<Belial> CMO: I have been doing nothing else since coming in here child.  ::Sounds a frightened::
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Thinks the counselor is an abitious sort of person, her time will come, looks back to his panel ::
TO_Dee says:
<Gunner> TO: Nothing out of the ordinary.  The depletion is consist to what Wedge stated.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: Can you explain to me one thing?  If one of them wins and one loses, what happens?
Host Bob_Death says:
::Picks up his cards and eyes them, his face going from plasure to disgust to pleasure again::
CMO_D`han says:
Belial: Thank you... ::smiles at him then starts to silently pray to the Prophets as well::
CNS_Corjet says:
::reads up on the background of a few people who seemed to have regular visits with the previous counselor::
Host Bob_Death says:
<Computer>:TO: Analysis complete.
Host CO_Claymore says:
::lays down a "Two" card::
TO_Dee says:
::sighs and leans up against the bulkhead as she crosses her arms::  Gunner: What are we missing here...
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: One card...
TO_Dee says:
::jumps as the computer speaks and moves to the console::  Computer: Display results on this console.
CSO_Washudoin says:
CTO: How are thigns coming with the missing crewmen?
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Oh, I'm sorry, is poker not your game?  Stud means you don't get any more cards.  You play with what you're dealt.  Like life.  ::SMiles::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: Oh... ::picks the card back up:: Not good for me, eh?
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: We'll see.  Let's see 'em pardner.
TO_Dee says:
::eyes grows a bit wider as at the results:: Self: Reptillian...
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: three 6s... queen high.
Host Bob_Death says:
::Looks dissapointed.::  CO: Beats me.  ::Tosses in his cards::  One to nothing Captain, you're deal.
Host Bob_Death says:
<your>
Host CO_Claymore says:
::tries to think how long it's been since he's shuffled cards:: Death: Your rules... ::takes the cards and shuffles them a few times::
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: Ma'am... the trace substance... was trace DNA elements of a reptillian.
CTO_Mrlr says:
CSO: Ens Dee is taking care of the incestigation.  I have every confidence in her, sir.  ::grins::
CTO_Mrlr says:
::her ears perk up:: *TO*: A reptilian?
Host CO_Claymore says:
::prepares to deal:: Death: Same rules, no wilds
Host CO_Claymore says:
::deals::
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: That is what the computer shows ma'am.
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Tugs on his goatee a bit :: CTO: Excellent, keep me informed of the situation, if anything new arises.
CMO_D`han says:
::thanks the prophets the CO won the first game, hopes he keeps it up::
Host Bob_Death says:
::Picks up his cards and makes various faces at them::
CNS_Corjet says:
::she makes a small list of people dhe would ike to meet.::
Host CO_Claymore says:
::smiles at the hand he dealt:: Death: Is it better for you to lose or fold? I'm just wondering.
CTO_Mrlr says:
*TO*: Is there anything close to a match in the database?
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: In this game, both are a loss.  ::Lays down his cards, showing two fours and two nines::
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: No ma'am.
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: Looks like your win... ::shows worthless cards::
Host Bob_Death says:
::Scoops up the cards and shuffles them::  CO: One to One Captain.  This hand decides your fate.  ::SMiles::
CMO_D`han says:
::starts praying a little harder::
CTO_Mrlr says:
CSO: If I am not needed here, sir...I'll be in waste management investigating the dissapearance.
CNS_Corjet says:
::mumbles something to herself Joe and Jill sitting over her kids::
Host Bob_Death says:
<Belial>  ::Places his hand on the CMO's shoulder in a comforting manner::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: I decided my own fate when I agreed to this. This game, the cards, and especially you can't do that.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: ::Deals the cards::  Well said Captain.
CMO_D`han says:
::smiles at he kind, elderly vedek::
CSO_Washudoin says:
CTO: Understood, do what you need to do, things seems farely secure here.
CTO_Mrlr says:
*TO*: Meet me at the site where they disappeared.
CMO_D`han says:
::nods at what Claymore said, smiles bigger::
CTO_Mrlr says:
CSO: Aye sir.  If Death leaves and heads for the children contact me immediately.
Host Bob_Death says:
::Eyes his cards::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: I can't say I'm disappoint. You?
TO_Dee says:
*CTO*: On my way ma'am. ::nods to Gunner and heads back out.::
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: We'll soon see Captain...we'll soon see.  Show 'em.
CSO_Washudoin says:
CTO: Understood
Host CO_Claymore says:
Death: Hearts flush... fairly close to royal I might add.
CMO_D`han says:
::wonders if that is good or not... looks good::
CTO_Mrlr says:
::heads into the TL and directs it to the area where the men disappeared::
Host Bob_Death says:
::With a straight face, begins tossing his cards out, face up, one by one.  A king, an Ace, another Ace, another Ace and finally, the Ace of spades, showing a reaper in the center.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO: Not good enough sir.  Not good enough.
XO_Danforth says:
Bob: No...this can't be.
XO_Danforth says:
::looks crestfallen...not sure what to do::
Host Bob_Death says:
::Stands up slowly::
TO_Dee says:
::walks up to the entrance of the number 6 filter::  CTO: Ma'am, ::points into the shaft:: the crime scence is in there.
XO_Danforth says:
::taps comm badge:: CSO: Mr. Washdoin.  Erect a forcefield around our guest please.
Host CO_Claymore says:
CSO: Belay that....
Host Bob_Death says:
Action: Bob again transforms into the figure of death and stands with his cloak billowing.
XO_Danforth says:
CO: But, sir.....
CMO_D`han says:
::stands up::
CSO_Washudoin says:
*XO* Acknowledged :: Trys to set the force field up :: *CSO* Yes Sir :: Stops in his tracks ::
Host CO_Claymore says:
::Stands slowly...:: XO: Give my best to Tari, tell her I love her. Take care of the station.
Host Bob_Death says:
CO/CMO: (Hollow rasping voice) Come with me.  ::Points a skeletal hand at them::
CTO_Mrlr says:
::walks into the area and kneels down sniffing the air:: TO: Where does this tunnel go?
CMO_D`han says:
::thinks: Fair is fair... and I asked for this... ::
Host CO_Claymore says:
::finds it hard to sallow:: Death: Your word that the children will not be harmed?
XO_Danforth says:
*All*: Senior staff to the ready room.  Immediately!
Host Bob_Death says:
Action: The huge figure stands a moment, then begins shaking.  After a few seconds it bends over and one bony hand smacks the table and laughing erupts from the hood.
CMO_D`han says:
::smiles a kind smile at the vedek and is ready to follow death to.... her mortal doom, but waits on what Death says::
TO_Dee says:
::follows::  The number 6 waste filter... ::grunts a as she manevers but stops when she hears the XO::
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: (Between laughs)  I can't stand it any more!  Your faces!
CMO_D`han says:
::is confused::
XO_Danforth says:
*CSO*: Bring a phaser, Mr. Washudoin.
CNS_Corjet says:
::Heads for the ready room upon the XO's orders::
Host Bob_Death says:
::Transforms into a shape you know well: Fizer::
Host Bob_Death says:
ALL: APril Fools!
CSO_Washudoin says:
*XO* On my way Sir
Host CO_Claymore says:
::raises an eyebrow:: Death: That laugh....
TO_Dee says:
::looks at the CTO and back out of the shaft::
XO_Danforth says:
::with disgust:: Fizer: Fizer!
Host CO_Claymore says:
::rushes towards Fizer attempt to smash him against the wall and hold him by his collar::
CTO_Mrlr says:
::stands up quickly almost banging her head on a pipe and starts to hurry to the TL:: *XO*: Sir, do you need a security squad?
Host Fizer says:
::Continues to laugh, wiping tears from his eyes::
CMO_D`han says:
Self: Um.... April?
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Runs into the room to see Fizer, almost shoots him anyways ::
Host CO_Claymore says:
<attempting>
XO_Danforth says:
*CTO*: Send two. And come armed.
Host Fizer says:
::Gets slammed up against the wall, surprised but still laughing.::
Host CO_Claymore says:
Fizer: I thought I told you to NEVER... come back here.
TO_Dee says:
::follows the CTO::
XO_Danforth says:
::remembers though that Fizer would probably not be affected by phasers::
CNS_Corjet says:
::enters OPS::
CTO_Mrlr says:
TO: follow me. ::raises into the TL and instructs it to head up to Operations barely waiting for the TO to get on board:: *Gunner*: Meet us in the CP's Ready Room on the double.
Host Fizer says:
CO: Oh but Captain, after my last visit here, I thought I owed you.  I mean, you all wanted me to get killed by that dragon.
Host Fizer says:
CO: And if you had seen your face!  ::Laughs again::
CMO_D`han says:
::still confused:: Fizer: It's not April.... ?
CSO_Washudoin says:
Fizer : We should have helped him more.
Host CO_Claymore says:
Fizer: Too bad I didn't let it ::holds him a little harder around the neck:: Too bad this won't do it either.
TO_Dee says:
<Gunner> *CTO*: Aye ma'am. ::heads for the RR::
Host Fizer says:
::Stops laughing::  CMO: What?  It's not....On my, well, ::Chuckles::  is my face red?  Never mind then!  ::Dissapears::
Fizer is now known as Brett.
CTO_Mrlr says:
::leaves the TL when it hits OPerations and hurried into the CO's RR seeoing the captain holding someone up against the wall then he disappears:: XO: Sir?
CNS_Corjet says:
::enters the ready room just to see a person leaving::
TO_Dee says:
::is able to catch only a glimpse of the man as he disappears::
CSO_Washudoin says:
:: Puts phaser away and makes a mental note to move Fizer to the top f the list right above that guy that over cooked my steak on Earth 5 years back ::
Host Brett says:
Action: The conference room returns to its original configuration
Host CO_Claymore says:
::yelling:: Fizer/or no one: One of these days Fizer! I'm just itching for the chance!
XO_Danforth says:
CTO: Hold your fire, Ms. Mrlr.  I'll fill you in later.
CTO_Mrlr says:
::puts her phaser back in it's holster and looks around the room:: All: Did I miss something?  What or who was that and where did he go?
Host Brett says:
<<<<End Mission>>>>