Host SM-Trish says:
USS Cherokee 10703.04 Investigations Part 4

Starring 
Trish Yarborough as SM and MajDun and Quirk and Rekor
Brandon Mitcham as XO Trent D. Worthington III 
Mark Haslam as CTO Mark Hazzard
Dawn Freeman as OPS Kyleigh Nash
Zach Farland as CNS_Wells 

Absent 
Steve Weller as CO Tio Ayidee and Ferengi CO_Drof
Alexander Vuklis as CMO_Brabas

Host XO_Worthington says:
First Officer's Log Stardate 10703.4 The Cherokee continues it's investigation into the Tholian involvement in the sector as the away team has boarded a Ferengi freighter to barter goods.

Host MajDun says:
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Begin Mission >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Host MajDun says:
::down in the hold of the ship, looking for contraband::

OPS_Nash says:
::with the rest of her team::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: leans against the railing on the bridge as he watches the byplay between his XO and the Ferengi Daemon. ::

Host XO_Worthington says:
::still going over the manifest, looking for any items of interest::

Host MajDun says:
<PFCSmith> *Maj*:  Major, this is Smith.  I have found something very interesting.  You better get here right away.  ::gives his location::

Host MajDun says:
*PFC*:  Got ya!  On our way.

Host MajDun says:
::hurries away to the location and walks in, then drops his jaw in amazement::

CNS_Wells says:
::Standing there wishing he were dryer::

Host MajDun says:
*XO*:  Sir, y’all better get down here.  You are NOT going to believe what I just found.  ::sends location::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: keeps his arms crossed as he makes his way around the bridge of the Ferengi vessel, eyes turning to the XO as he hears the Major's com. ::

Host XO_Worthington says:
*MAJ*: Understood. ::waves at the CTO to follow::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: nods and follows right behind the XO. ::

Host MajDun says:
ACTION:  The AT makes it way to the room where the Major and his men are waiting.

Host MajDun says:
::stands there staring in disbelief and just shakes his head::

CNS_Wells says:
::Follows the others::

Host XO_Worthington says:
::enters and looks for the Major:: MAJ: What have you got.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: keeps his hand near his sidearm in case the Ferengi decide to get uppity. ::

Host MajDun says:
ACTION:  As the AT enters the room, they see an assembly line of Ferengi, making Andorian Fire Crystals.

CNS_Wells says:
::Thinks Daemon Drof must think us rude for rushing out on him like that::

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Ah, I see you Hew-mons have found our little laboratory!

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
::  his eyes go wide as he sees this, knowing that Master A'kun would be throwing these Ferengi left and right for the sheer heresy that they are committing. ::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
XO: Commander...a word with you if I may?

CNS_Wells says:
::Sees the Ferengi working:: XO: See? Andorian Fire Crystals.

Host XO_Worthington says:
CTO: Yes Commander.

Host Quirk says:
::he grins when he hears the CNS's statement::  CNS:  Pretty good huh!

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: takes one finished crystal and examines it as he walks over to the XO. :: XO: Commander, these guys are making knock off religious relics.  They aren't the real deal, and if the Andorians ever caught them...oh lord!  They'd make these guys wish they'd never touched a single brick of Latinum.

Host XO_Worthington says:
::picks up a crystal and notices the stamp "Drof Brand Replacement Products, When the Real Thing Just Isn't Worth Jail Time"::

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Are you suppose to be making those things?

Host Quirk says:
CNS:  Yes Hew Mon ::grinning from one big ear to the other::  Pretty good huh?  Better than getting caught with the real things!

Host XO_Worthington says:
CTO: Is it illegal though?

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: I always thought these things were a natural crystal, not man made?

OPS_Nash says:
::looking around and thinking, "Yup, Ferengi getting into trouble without even trying."::

CNS_Wells says:
::Picks one up and looks at it::

Host Quirk says:
CNS:  Mon made!  These are genuine Ferengi made. ::frowns at him::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
XO: No....but when has that stopped a ticked off Andorian from making a stink about it?

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Would you like a few Hew Mon?  Special price just for you Feds.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Sorry, figure of speech. But, if these are fakes, were is the profit?

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: No thanks. CTO: Have we found anything else illegal yet?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
CNS: Simple, the buyer rips the tag off and pawns them off.  Wait a tic.

Host Quirk says:
::looks at the CNS like he has lost his mind::  CSN:  And just where do you think anyone can get the real things?  This is better than nothing.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Any one interested in buying Andorian Fire Crystals would know enough to tell a fake.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: seems to think for a minute as he examines the assembly line. :: Quirk:  Where's your safety rep?

Host Quirk says:
CNS:  Exactly our point.  This is almost pure profit.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: It won't work.

Host Quirk says:
::frowns::  CTO:  Safety Rep?  What is that?  What are you trying to pull Hew Mon?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: smiles almost evilly :: Quirk: Is this not a commercially based assembly with the due intent to sell commercial based product to the public?

Host Quirk says:
::glances around at the AT and spots the female that is clothed, then shrieks::

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Who do you plan on selling these to? I mean maybe as a novelty item for, festivals and convention gift shops. I'd pay maybe a few credits.

Host Quirk says:
CTO:  Yes, and we are licensed by the Ferengi Commerce Commission, everything is legal AND registered with the Federation!

Host XO_Worthington says:
CTO: I am starting to think we are wasting our time. Let's search what we can of the ship and then get out of here unless we find something other than knock off crystals.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  What is that female doing clothed?  ::frowns in disgust::  Woman, you should be ashamed of yourself!

OPS_Nash says:
::ignores the shrieking Ferengi::

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: Can't bust them for making fakes, sorry Mate, I know how much you like busting Ferengi. ::Pats him on the back::

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: That is our custom, and although it may seem odd to you, some of your customs are odd to us. However we choose to be tolerant of others.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: gets right into Quirk's face and towers over him. :: Quirk : You talk to her with respect or I will pull those ears so far down your body you'll be tripping over them!

OPS_Nash says:
::adds to the XO comment::   Quirk:  To a point.

Host Quirk says:
CTO:  Ooouuu, you are going to perform Oomox for me?
 
CNS_Wells says:
::Sees Mark yelling at the short guy:: OPS: He's good for something, I guess.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: growls as he feels his fists ball up.  He's been a nice guy, way too nice. :: Quirk: No.  When I'm done you won’t HAVE any ears left you bucktooth knobby kneed CHARITY DONATER!

Host XO_Worthington says:
CTO: Calm down Commander.

Host Quirk says:
::he grabs his ears and scurries out of the room::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: sighs and calms down. :: XO: Sorry sir, he had that coming.

Host MajDun says:
CTO:  Looks like you have a new friend Mark.  ::begins to laugh::

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: Relax big guy, you busted your Ferengi, now let it go. ::Takes him away from Ferengi::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
CNS: I swear, what is it about them that always sets my last nerve a poppin’?

Host XO_Worthington says:
ALL: Look people, we have a job to do here. Now let's stop standing around puffing out our chests and get to work!

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: It's not just them, my friend, you have that reaction to most people. ::Smiles::

Host MajDun says:
<SgtBills> *Maj*:  Looks like we have found some arms down here.  You might want to take a look at their manifest and see if they are legal.  We are one deck down from you.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: looks to the Major at that com and grins. :: Maj: Oh pleeeease give me good news.

Host MajDun says:
*Sgt*:  We are on our way.
XO:  Shall we?

Host XO_Worthington says:
Maj: Lead the way.

CNS_Wells says:
XO: I'm not sure we have cause to search their ship, Sir. This was just a trade thing.

Host MajDun says:
XO:  Aye Sir ::and begins humming, "A hunting we will go"::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
CNS: The fact that we have found them means that they did something wrong, Gary.  And the Galaxy save their soul if these arms are illegal.  I'm in a foul mood already.

Host MajDun says:
::heading out into the corridor, he finds a stairway that leads down to the next deck::

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Sir, aren't we straying from the Captain's plan?

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: They have weapons. If it turns out that the weapons are legal then we will finish up here.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: follows right behind the Major, watching his flank as they slowly continue into the ship's cargo decks. ::

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: Yeah but, this wasn't a search assignment. We were to trade and look around but within our rights. I'm surprised the Ferengi aren't putting up much of a fight.

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Aye, Sir. ::Shuts up::

Host MajDun says:
::sees his man and waits for the XO to enter first::

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: Look, I know we are being horrible guests but I would rather be wrong and apologize then let them get away with trafficking.

Host MajDun says:
<SgtBills> ::snaps to attention::  XO:  There are the arms lockers Sir.  ::points to 4 cabinets::

CNS_Wells says:
::Enters room after the others:: XO: Yes, Sir. You're in command.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
CNS: Also remember how many of our people died because of the arms delivered to the enemy.

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: The war is over.

Host XO_Worthington says:
::enters the room:: Sgt: Where is the Ferengi in charge here?

Host MajDun says:
::shrugs::  XO:  Sir, no one was here.  We picked up the components of weapons on our Tricorders.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
CNS: That still doesn't wash the blood off these war mongers hands

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: Times are different. We have to get back to politics, as usual.

Host MajDun says:
::leans over to whisper to the CTO:  CTO:  Mark, perhaps these are, pardon the expression, honest Ferengi traders.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Maj: Well unless they volunteer to show us what they have we can not do anything. CNS: See if you can find one of the Ferengi to assist us.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
Maj. Dun: Sorry Major, but its my experience that there is no such animal as a Honest Ferengi Merchant.

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: We can't let our emotions interfere with duty. Stop talking the war personally. We survived.

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Aye, Sir. ::Goes away::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
OPS: Can you contact the ship and see if they can do a focused active search on the components on this locker?

CNS_Wells says:
::I know when I've been dismissed::

Host XO_Worthington says:
CTO: Stow the racism Mr. Hazzard. We are here to do a job and if you cannot accomplish that as a representative of the Federation than you can head back to the ship.

OPS_Nash says:
::nods, she calls the Cherokee to see if they can do a focused scan of the said locker and she provides the coordinates::

CNS_Wells says:
::Heads out into the corridor and bumps into Quirk, but they don't collide::

Host Quirk says:
::coming up from the last deck, he encounters one of the Feds in the corridor, but he can’t tell them apart::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: turns to glare a barely restrained angry glare at the XO, taking a breath to calm himself before responding to him. :: XO: Aye sir.  No need for that sir.

Host Quirk says:
CNS:  Oh, what are you doing here?  ::pats his pocket::

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Hello Quirk. Could you give us a hand in here, please? ::Motions to the door::

Host Quirk says:
CNS:  Sure, what can I help you with?  ::moves to the door and then enters::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: walks over to the OPS discreetly. :: OPS: Have the ship transmit the results of their scan to my PADD instead of communicating over the com badges, just in case its nothing.  No reason to upset our hosts.

Host XO_Worthington says:
ALL: That goes for everyone. I do not want to hear anymore Ferengi stereotypes. It seems as if they are honest merchants and we need to treat them with respect until we find out otherwise.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: My Commander will explain what we are doing here.

Host Quirk says:
::looks at the XO::  XO:  Yes?

Host Quirk says:
::frowns when he sees the woman again::  XO:  Have you decided we might make a trade for the woman?

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Sir? Mr. Quirk is here.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: It would appear that we may have detected some weapon signatures in this room and I was wondering if you would kindly let us examine the contents of those lockers. As a show of good faith we will purchase 5 bolts of Gorn fabric.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: bites his tongue as he fights down another comment about their treatment of the OPS. ::

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  Understood.  ::relays the message to the ship::

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Sees the XO trying harder to be nice and appreciates the effort::

OPS_Nash says:
Quirk:  I am NOT for sale in any way shape or form.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Five bolts?  ::figures of Latinum dance in his head::  Of course!  ::walks over to the lockers and begins to open each one::

Host Quirk says:
OPS:  But I would give a very good price for you.  Perhaps, two bars of gold pressed Latinum?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: mutters but tries to keep a smiling grin on his face so as not to tick the XO off any more. :: Quirk: Sir, please refrain from making further references to the sale of my sister.  I find it ..disturbing.

OPS_Nash says:
Quirk:  Besides, YOU can't afford me.

Host Quirk says:
ACTION:  The weapons found in the locker are legal.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: And she's taken.
Host XO_Worthington says:
::nods to the Major to inspect:: Quirk: Thank you. I know that our people's have many differences and Commander Nash is an important member of my crew. I know that your culture looks at females differently but we would appreciate your understanding in the matter.

Host Quirk says:
::sighs::  XO:  5 bars?  That is as high as I will go.

CNS_Wells says:
OPS: Oh, by her husband of course. Quirk: Not me.

Host Quirk says:
<MajDun> ::nods at the XO and begins to check each locker::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: examines the weapons and nods his head. :: XO: Empthalion Ind. Model 20 hand stunners, so safe they have rubber safeties.  Clean as laundry.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: slowly starts to count to ten. ::

CNS_Wells says:
::Gives the CTO his best stern, glaring look::

Host Quirk says:
<MajDun>  XO:  Nothing here sir that is, er em, they are legal.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: As I said, we do not share the same attitudes towards females as some Ferengi do. Please refrain from trying to barter for my Commander.
OPS_Nash says:
Quirk:  You haven't even begun to imagine how much Latinum it would take for you to even think about buying me. So, if I were you, I would quit while I was ahead.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: gives a glare right back at the CNS. ::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
OPS: Don't encourage him, Kyleigh.

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Mr. Quirk? About these weapons. Tell us about these weapons ::Trying to get the topic off of Mrs. Nash::

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Are you sure?  ::then sees the cold eyes of the XO staring at him::  Of course, wouldn't want to deprive her husband of her company.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: Thanks you. May we return to the bridge so we can continue our purchases?

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Yes good idea, Sir. Back to business.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  But we have more merchandise on this deck.  How are you doing for fresh meat?  We have just acquired some Targs from the Klingons.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: Aren't Targs pets?

Host Quirk says:
::looks the CTO up and down::  XO:  Looks like that one needs some meat in his diet.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: leans back and inspects the weapons locker more closely, checking for anything odd or out of the ordinary. ::

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: No, we wouldn't want any meat.

CNS_Wells says:
XO: That silk stuff the Captain wanted.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Klingons consider the wild ones a delicacy.  We have to keep some on hand, as we were in their area of space.

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: Apparently they are unwilling to sell us any.

Host Quirk says:
::his ears twitch::  XO:  What stuff?  ::smells a profit coming his way::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: continues to examine the locker, running a Tricorder over it.  ::

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: Tholian silk.

CNS_Wells says:
CTO: Why don't you find the Major and see what he's doing?  And take Mrs. Nash, she's distracting to them.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Ah... that is VERY hard to come by.  I don't think I have ever seen any myself.  But if you find some, I will pay top Latinum for it!

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Hmmm, that's to bad, he really wanted some.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: stops his search and turns around, giving the CNS a very cold glare. :: CNS: At once, Commander Wells.  By your command. :: he keeps his voice down low so that only the CNS can tell that he has seriously pressed his luck with the CTO.  OPS: Commander, can you join me in finding the Major?  I think we're done here.

CNS_Wells says:
XO: What else might we need, Sir?

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: We are working on some shuttle upgrades, do you have any spare parts, stabilizers and such?

OPS_Nash says:
CTO: Sure, I don't know how much I can stomach being in his presence.

Host Quirk says:
XO:  Of course, down on the last deck.  We keep all kinds of parts.  Just go out the door to the left.  Down the stairs.  Rekor will down there to help you.

CNS_Wells says:
::Sees CTO is irate with him and hopes he knows he is just trying to keep his pal out of trouble and the lady from having to put up with this little creep::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: guides the OPS out of the room, trying not to dwell on his current state of mind as they join the Major in another part of the ship. ::

Host XO_Worthington says:
Quirk: Thanks. ALL: Let's go check out the junkyard.

Host Quirk says:
::starts to complain about that statement but keeps his mouth shut::

CNS_Wells says:
Quirk: Thank you. ::Follows the XO::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: walks into one of the compartments without lights, and suddenly he hears growling. :: OPS: Umm, Ky?  Can you find a light switch...like NOW?

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: Thanks for your help back there.

OPS_Nash says:
::tries to locate a light switch, she thinks she finds one, and flips the switch.::

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Aye, Sir. ::Smiles to himself::

Host Rekor says:
ACTION:  As the light switch is turned on, 4 Targs leap towards the CTO and OPS.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: immediately puts the OPS behind him as he draws his phaser, blasting one Targ in mid air. ::

OPS_Nash says:
::jumps back slightly, lands against the wall::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
OPS: Stay behind me!!!

Host Rekor says:
ACTION:  The fire from the CTO's Phaser sets off alarms on the Ferengi Vessel.  The other 3 Targs cannot reach them as they are chained.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: turns his Phaser to the next nearest creature, ready to send it to oblivion along with its compatriot.::

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  My thoughts exactly, thanks for the human shield.

Host Rekor (ALERT.wav)

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
Self: ?hat in the hoary HECK are they THINKING?!?

Host MajDun says:
*XO*:  Sir, what is happening?  I am on my way with 4 men.  What is your location?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: makes sure both the OPS and himself are out of range of the Targs before he turns to the OPS and gives her his Phaser. :: OPS: Hold on to this before I kill one of those Garden Gnomes.

Host XO_Worthington says:
::hears the alarms:: CNS: I wonder what is going on? *CTO*: Commander, it appears something is going on, get the Major and meet me in the corridor outside the junkyard.

OPS_Nash says:
::carefully takes the Phaser::

CNS_Wells says:
::Thinks about Mark:: XO: I'm afraid to know.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
*XO* Commander...what you heard is the Ferengi's Cargo being reduced by one Targ.  Me and the OPS were just attacked by  a few of those things.

Host XO_Worthington says:
*CTO*: Are you two OK?

Host MajDun says:
::runs up to the XO looking for targets, then hears the CTO::

CNS_Wells says:
::Follows XO::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
*XO* No injuries...but I shot one of the Targ in defense of the OPS.

Host XO_Worthington says:
*CTO*: Good to hear. Please regroup as soon as you are available.

Host MajDun says:
::mumbles under his breath, wondering when it was going to happen::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
*XO*: Aye sir.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: looks over to the OPS :: OPS: Are you alright?

CNS_Wells says:
::Looks at XO:: XO: Could’a been worse.

Host Quirk says:
::runs up to the CTO:  CTO:  What have you done?  ::looks into the room and sees the dead Targ:: You know you will have to pay for this.

OPS_Nash says:
CTO:  I'll be better when I am off this ship, the smell is really making me ill.

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: I guess we are buying some meat after all.

Host Quirk says:
::makes a note on his PADD::

CNS_Wells says:
XO: Oh great. Let the vegetarian fire up the BBQ and we'll all have a picnic.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: looks down at Quirk with a cold, very angry look on his face. :: Quirk: One of those things almost killed a crewmember of mine.  And your going to charge me?

Host Quirk says:
CTO:  And what were you doing going into that room without one of the crew with you?  I would say it is entirely your own fault.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: grabs the Ferengi by the collar and marches him close to the limit of the chained Targ's reach. :: Quirk: Well you’re with me now.  Tell me, how safe do you feel right now? hmmmm?

CNS_Wells says:
XO: We should probably finish up quick and get out of here. I think we have imposed enough. We don't want to get a bad rep from traders in this area.

Host Quirk says:
::he gulps::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
Quirk: Feeling safe now?  Feeling secure?

Host Quirk says:
CTO:  Perhaps half-price on the Targ?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: pushes him closer, not quite in reach of the Targ's snapping jaws.

Host Quirk says:
::hearing the snapping teeth, he promptly faints::

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
Quirk: I'm thinking no charge.

Host XO_Worthington says:
CNS: Agreed. But I would like to check out the spare parts. *CTO*: Is everything OK Commander?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: sighs and pulls the fainted Ferengi away, propping him on a wall. :: *XO*: Everything's peachy, sir.  Just dandy.

Host XO_Worthington says:
*CTO*: We are going to head back to the bridge soon. Join us here in the junkyard, we need to find some items to finish the refit of the Sequoia.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: kneels down in front of Quirk and slaps his face lightly. :: Quirk: Wake up you faker.

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
*XO*: I'll be on my way shortly.

Host Rekor says:
ACTION:  The Ferengi does not wake up.  The CTO has scared him badly.

Host XO_Worthington says:
Rekor: Any new parts you might suggest?

CTO_Lt_Cmdr_Hazzard says:
:: sighs, looking around and finding an empty animal carrier, grinning as he makes sure the thing has air holes.  He lifts up the Ferengi and stuffs him into the animal carrier.  shutting it and walking out of the room and locking the door, whistling to himself. ::

Host Rekor says:
XO:  Exactly what are you looking for?  ::rubbing his hands together::

CNS_Wells says:
::Looks around at the assorted stuff::

OPS_Nash says:
::scans the Ferengi with the Tricorder and sees something shocking::  CTO:  Ummm Mark, his blood pressure is dangerously low.

Host Rekor says:
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