USS Apache
Mission #191
"Love Bites"

Prologue: The Apache is enroute to Slorev III to meet up with the Ulandans, she is nearing the system and has yet to recieve any communication from the planet as of yet

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FCO_Ilianor says:
::sitting at the helm slightly slouched, filing his nails:: XO: We're enroute to the Slorev system... ::sighs, and turns around slightly::

TO_McKlane says:
::At tactical fighting to keep awake from the long journey::

XO_Naegle says:
FCO: Thank you, Lieutenant, and congratulations, since I didn't tell you that before.

Action: LRS picks up Slorev III.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::quickly stuffs his file:: XO: Thank you, ma'am. ::smiles and turns back to his console:: XO: We are approaching Slorev III. It has just entered range of our long-range sensors.

XO_Naegle says:
::nods:: FCO: Acknowledged, Mr. Ilianor.

XO_Naegle says:
TO: Mr. McKlane! Anything on Tactical sensors?

TO_McKlane says:
XO: No sir.

XO_Naegle says:
::nods:: TO: Very well.

Computer says:
Aloud: Warning! Intruder alert! Warning! Intruder alert!

XO_Naegle says:
Computer: Location!

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: I wonder why the Federation decided to - ::stops in mid-sentence, as the computer starts blaring and the sirens start warbling, lights flashing in a seizure-causing manner::

Computer says:
XO: Deck 10, section 12.

XO_Naegle says:
TO: Take a security detail and check it out, Mr. McKlane!

TO_McKlane says:
::takes off::

Action: Images of dancing women appear on the FCO's console.

XO_Naegle says:
::notes him taking off:: *TO*: Keep in contact. McKlane!

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: I wonder how an intruder got - :;stops in mid-sentence, as images appear on his console:: XO: Um... ::positions himself directly in front of the images:: Self: I'll kill whoever did this!

TO_McKlane says:
*XO*: I just exited Deck 10 and have meet my SEC Team. We are on our way.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::quickly tries to get rid of the images before the XO sees::

Sec Abbott says:
*XO*: Sir, I have met with the TO and we are investigating now as we speak.

XO_Naegle says:
*TO*: Acknowledged

XO_Naegle says:
*Abbott*: Thank you, Lieutenant Abbott.

XO_Naegle says:
::notes the FCO working feverishly:: FCO: Problem, Lieutenant?

TO_McKlane says:
:: rounds the corner to section twelve::

Action: A message appears on the XO's arm rest "Meet me tonight for the time of your life..."

FCO_Ilianor says:
::hesitates to look back:: XO: Oh no, ma'am, no problem at all. ::sits back slightly when the "issue" seems to have been resolved:: XO: Nope. ::smiles::

Action: The dancing women turn out to be Orion slave girls and are starting to undress.

XO_Naegle says:
::notices the message:: FCO: Just checking. And you didn't just send a text message to my armrest, did you?

TO_McKlane says:
::moves closer toward the intruders location::

FCO_Ilianor says:
::blinks as the pictures reappear:: Self: Oh, my goodness... XO: Pardon? Message? Uh...

Sec Abbott says:
TO: What is that.... smell?? ::stops to sniff the air::

XO_Naegle says:
FCO: Something about meeting tonight for the time of my life????

FCO_Ilianor says:
::turns around quickly; keeping his hands on his console where the images have appeared:: XO: I most certainly did not... uh... I didn't mean it that way. I mean... no, I did not send any message to your console... ::looks behind to see that he's covering up the right places::

TO_McKlane says:
::wishes he had that sense of smell the beautiful klingnon has::

XO_Naegle says:
::looks skeptically at the FCO:: FCO: I'm going to assume that the computer is having a little glitch, maybe a leftover from Reg or something.  Why don't you see if you can figure it out?

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: Ah... sure. I'll get right to it. ::turns around again, and quickly tries to bring up other applications to cover up the images, while he runs a diagnostic on the computer core::

TO_McKlane says:
::gets closer::

Sec Abbott says:
::scowls at the TO:: TO: I asked you a question Ensign... do you know what that smell is?

FCO_Ilianor says:
Computer: Run a level-2 diagnostic of the computer core.

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: I don't have a good sense of smell like you.

XO_Naegle says:
FCO: Because I know that you didn't just have Orion slave girls up on your console, did you?

So Howlingwolf says:
Aloud: What the....? ::taps at her console::

Action: Another message appears on the XO's console "Make sure you are naked too...."

FCO_Ilianor says:
::winces:: XO: Ah... oh, no, absolutely not, ma'am... I would never, EVER... um... ::looks behind his console:: I mean... to think that... as you said, ma'am, there's probably a computer glitch.

XO_Naegle says:
::nods, just as she sees the next message:: FCO: And I know you didn't just send me another message to make sure I'm naked.

Sec Abbott says:
::scowls:: TO: There is dirt on the floor.... ::points::

XO_Naegle says:
::Quite honestly thinks T'rget might be behind it::

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: Ok so?

Sec Abbott says:
TO: Perhaps it would be a good idea to see where the dirt came from? It could possibly be from the intruder. I hope you brought along a tricorder...

XO_Naegle says:
*Computer*: Computer, locate Tactical Officer T'rget.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::gasps, and slumps slightly:: XO: Ma'am! I would NEVER send that to you!

Computer says:
XO: Tactical officer T'rget is in his quarters.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::groans inwardly as he replays what he just said in his mind::

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: It could have been one of the crew with a plant and they spilled some dirt.

Action: Diagnostic shows there is someone routing programs to his computer console.

XO_Naegle says:
::laughs a little:: FCO: Relax, Lieutenant. I know that, but I also know that there are those on this ship with that image of me in their heads.

XO_Naegle says:
*T'rget*: Mr. T'rget, Report to the bridge, please!

Sec Abbott says:
TO: That is possible, but as a tactical officer wouldn't it be wise to make sure of this before assuming?

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: Um... ::quickly turns around, blushing slightly, and looks at a flashing on his console:: Ah, something very odd. Someone seems to be... reconfiguring my console... activating programs either on my console or to my console...

Action: The images are now appearing on the OPS console right next to the FCO's

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: Yeah.::whips out his tricorder and scans::

SO Howlingwolf says:
XO: Sir, you better take a look at this...

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: Which means that they may potentially get access to the helm control. ::he frowns, and turns back to his console... and lets his eyes slide slightly to the right::

XO_Naegle says:
Howlingwolf: What have you got?  ::goes down to look at the console::

TO T'rget says:
::obviously cowering at her angered voice:: *XO*: Uh, right away sir....

Action: The XO sees a bunch of dancing men on the SO's console...

XO_Naegle says:
Howlingwolf: Great, now it's dancing men!

FCO_Ilianor says:
::slides over while the XO is off at SCI-1, and attempts to hide those new images again::

SO Howlingwolf says:
::smirks:: XO: The one on the right is kinda cute...

FCO_Ilianor says:
::overhears the XO:: XO: Indeed... someone is playing a very naughty joke indeed! ::peeks over at the SO's console::

TO T'rget says:
XO: You.... you.. wanted to see me sir??

XO_Naegle says:
::smiles:: Howlingwolf: Kind of, but not my type.  We should have this cleared up soon.

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: We will catch this intruder then worry about the dirt.

SO Howlingwolf says:
XO: Aye Sir...

XO_Naegle says:
::sees T'rget come out on the bridge:: T'rget: Come over here, Mr. T'rget.

FCO_Ilianor says:
Computer: From where is my console being manipulated?

Sec Abbott says:
::stoops down and looks at the dirt:: TO: This is not dirt... it is..... refuse.... ::scowls::

Computer says:
FCO: Deck 8 section 29, Ensign T'rget's quarters...

TO T'rget says::
    ::cringes as his name is said by the computer::

TO_McKlane says:
COMP:Locate and beam the intruders directly to the brig and put up a force field after that.

XO_Naegle says:
::looks over at T'rget:: T'rget: What is the meaning of this, Mr. T'rget?

FCO_Ilianor says:
::turns around to face the XO and T'rget, raising his eyebrow slightly::

Computer says:
TO:Unable to comply.

Action: Something small scurries across the corridor in front of the TO and Sec Abbott

TO T'rget says:
XO: Uhh.... well I.... umm... it was just.....

FCO_Ilianor says:
SO: Allow me to help you clear up your console. ::smiles, and walks around T'rget slowly and approaches the SO's console... with the dancing men...:: SO: Admittedly, it can be seen as slightly artistic.

TO_McKlane says:
::shoots at the thing:: Abbott: Let's get it!

Action: A squeal is heard after the phaser fires.

XO_Naegle says:
T'rget: Are you also responsible for the intruder alert?

TO_McKlane says:
*XO* :We found a rat like thing that was responsible for the alert.

TO T'rget says:
::blinks and shakes his head:: XO: Oh no sir... I was just... playing with one of my... umm... programs and somehow I hit the wrong button and all the information got sent up here.....

Sec Abbott says:
::follows the TO::

Action: A little girls voice can be heard calling out.... "Digger!... Digger, where are you?"

TO_McKlane says:
::grabs the rat and hides it in his pocket::

XO_Naegle says:
T'rget: Mr. T'rget.  I want you to fix the computer problem this instant.  Do I make myself clear?  Then I will call a security detail to detain you in the brig for 30 days.  Then maybe you'll delete some of your "programs".

Little Girl says:
::stops as she sees the TO:: TO: Have you seen my guinea pig, Digger? He got out of his cage again.... Mom's going to kill me when she finds out

FCO_Ilianor says:
::glances at T'rget:: T'rget: Psst... let's talk later.

TO T'rget says:
::hangs head in shame:: XO: Yes, sir.... ::sideglances the FCO and nods slightly so the XO can't see::

XO_Naegle says:
T'rget: Get to it!

TO_McKlane says:
Girl: I saw something go that way.::points::

Little Girl says:
::smiles:: TO: Thanks...::skips off::

Sec Abbott says:
::shoots a look at the TO:: TO: You are without honour ensign! Why did you lie to that little girl?

OPS Vial says:
XO: Sir, I'm getting a message from Slorev III....

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: It was better than breaking her heart because that I killed it.

TO T'rget says:
XO: If I may.... just one request?

Action: The guinea pig in the TO's pockey begins to squirm and squeal loudly.

XO_Naegle says:
Vial: On screen!

XO_Naegle says:
T'rget: Just one minute, T'rget.

TO_McKlane says:
::rushes off and finds the little girl::

XO_Naegle says:
FCO: Hang on to him and don't let him get away.

TO_McKlane says:
Girl: I found it.::hands her the rat::

Action: An image of a very attractive man appears on the screen. He has blonde hair with dashing blue eyes and perfect teeth. The only alien markings he has is a few ridges in his upper forehead.

Little Girl says:
TO: Digger!!! ::takes him and hugs the TO:: TO: Thank you! Thank you SO much!!

FCO_Ilianor says:
XO: Aye, ma'am! ::walks over towards T'rget, to keep an eye on him... and lowers his voice to a whisper:: T'rget: If you can get free, 2200 hours, in the mess - ::looks up as the viewscreen is activated; his eyes widen and he stumbles back slightly; shakes his head, and looks back at T'rget:: T'rget: I hope we understand each other. ::drags him over to his console, and slowly takes a seat at the helm::

XO_Naegle says:
::stands up straight:: COM: Slorev: Greetings, I'm Commander Naegle of the USS Apache.

TO_McKlane says:
::hugs her::Girl: You're welcome.

Elove Naroma says:
COM: Apache: Commander Naegle! What an honour it is. I can't tell you how pleased we are at your arrival. My name is Elove Naroma of the Ulandans.

XO_Naegle says:
COM: Elove: It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Naroma.  I understand you have a some difficulties in your southern continent?

TO T'rget says:
::grins mischieviously:: FCO: Oh I do indeed, Lieutenant. I do indeed.... ::wrings his hands together in pleasurable mischief::

TO_McKlane says:
::heads up to the bridge and motions Abbott to follow::

XO_Naegle says:
::glances over at T'rget and scowls::

Elove Naroma says:
COM: XO: That we do, but please let me invite you to dine with us first. It would give us.... great pleasure.... ::smiles warmly and seductively at the XO as he gestures to the people on his left and right::

Action: Several more attractive looking people, mostly female, come to Elove's side, snuggling into him and smiling warmly at the viewscreen.

FCO_Ilianor says:
::sighs::

TO T'rget says:
FCO: Oh my..... ::jaw drops at the sight on the screen::

TO_McKlane says:
::enters the bridge with Abbott::

XO_Naegle says:
::looks a bit uncomfortable for a second, but tries not to let it show in her voice:: COM: Naroma: I'd be happy too, but I will be bringing a few of my officers as well.

TO_McKlane says:
XO: Threat has been eliminated.

FCO_Ilianor says:
T'rget: Oh my, indeed...

XO_Naegle says:
TO: Put Mr. T'rget in the brig for 30 days.  I'll explain later!

TO_McKlane says:
Abbott: Detain Him.

Elove Naroma says:
::leans in closer to the screen, his smile widening as he takes in the vision of the XO before him:: COM: XO: I look forward to it Commander...... immensely.....
::closes the channel::

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