<RAdm_Serok> 
When last we left Avalon, the entire engineering deck, save the TL, resembles a medieval smithy.  Will the crew discover what is going on??  Will the CMO ever have a full uniform again??? The answers to these and other intriguing questions are waiting to be answered as we return to Avalon.

<RAdm_Serok> 
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<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::half dressed in the TL::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
ALL:  Let's get this TL off this deck.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::looks down at less than a full uniform and blushes::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
XO:  Agreed.  TL:  Computer, Operations!

<ENG_Smith> 
::in the smithy making horseshoes::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
:looks up and gulps::

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Holds a hot piece of metal over an anvil, and starts hammering it::

<EO_Bubba> 
::pounds on the anvil with his hammer trying to get the sword just right::

<RAdm_Serok> 
ACTION:  The TL moves

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::in the smithy, observing the technique of Narrid and Bubba::

<EO_Bubba> 
::smiles with each clinging noise and he hits the anvil::

<ENG_Smith> 
::hits his hand in an attempt to hit the horseshoe:: Yowch

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Self:  about time

<Eng_Narrid> 
::As the metal starts to cool, holds it back in hot coals to heat back up::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::wondering where the supply of pig iron keeps coming from::

<ENG_Smith> 
::picks up the hammer and starts smashing the horseshoe getting it ready::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::TL stops on level 8, doors open, exits into operations::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
CO: Sir, do you mind if I return to my quarters and put on a new uniform?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::remains in the TL ::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
::waits for others to exit since she is at the back.::

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera> 
::in quarters still going over reports::

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Takes the piece of metal from the coals and starts hammering again, the piece of metal begins to take the shape of a small blade::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::looks at the CMO, and smiles.  (Still effected my the mind meld maybe?)::  CMO:  Sure, if you think its necessary

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::looks down and thinks.....yeah, its necessary:: CO: thank you sir.  Did you want me to report here or Sickbay afterwards?

<ENG_Smith> 
::throws the horseshoe to the floor:: Piece of junk.. ::picks up another piece of metal and begins molding an axe::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::taking notes with a quill and pen on parchment::  "The engineer/smiths appear to know the technique of forging iron into useful objects, however, they do not have this type of training."

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
CMO:  Sick bay, please

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
CO: Aye, sir.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::waits for the TL to close, smiling at the XO as she passes by::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
XO:  Commander, we need to try to access a live feed from engineering.

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
::steps out of the TL::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
TL: My quarters, and step on it!

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::moves to an empty ops station, starts to access internal sensors::

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Puts the dagger aside to cool and starts working on a few horseshoes::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
CO:  Yes, we need to see how expanded this bubble is.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::exits the TL and peers down the corridor::

<EO_Bubba> 
:: head to the exit of Engineering with his sword in hand::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::taps comm badge::  *CEO*:  MacLeod to Kinsale.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::smiling at the scratchy noise the quill makes against the parchment::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::somehow hearing the Captain's voice::  *CO*  Uh, sir?  ::looking down at her bosom sticking out of its corset::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::finds that the hallway is empty of any personnel and dashes towards her quarters, holding what is left of her modesty close at hand::

<ENG_Smith> 
::begins to form the blade of the axe and smiles:: Good...

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::gets a system failure indication from internal sensors on level 2::  
*CEO*:  Commander, are you still, in engineering?  Or what was formerly engineering?

<Eng_Narrid> 
ENG_Smith: you have a chisel I could borrow?  I need to do some engraving

<RAdm_Serok> 
ACTION: Decks 1 through 7 have transformed to resemble medieval times.  A castle has appeared on deck 7.

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera> 
::stands up and stretches leaving the reports for now and sits down beginning to work some on the carving she had started before::

<ENG_Smith> 
Narrid: Aye ::hands Narrid a chisel::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
*CO* Main Blacksmithing, sir.  And yes, I'm taking notes.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::bursting through the doors of her quarters as a crewman rounds the corner::

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Takes the Chisel, and moves back to her dagger, and begins to engrave it::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
*CEO*:  Commander, I am getting indications that this, what ever it is, is spreading.  Any progress on your end?

<ENG_Smith> 
::as he finishes the blade he preps the handle with iron::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
XO:  Commander, We might have to look at evacuation, if this gets much worse.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::glancing wryly down at her bosom again and wondering what interest he has in her end::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
*CO* Ah, sir I've got some interesting observations to report.  I'll be there shortly.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::changes quickly into a new uniform and prays she never has to wear a corset again::

<EO_Bubba> 
::climbs on the ladder and descends in the hole ::

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera>
 ::meticulously works with the fine tools detailing the carving just as she sees it in her mind::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
*CEO*:  Best hurry lassie.

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing>
 CO:  I think this is being caused by something outside the station.  Evacuation might be a consideration.  No one has been harmed yet.

<Eng_Narrid>
 ::Starts to engrave an eagle at the base of the blade::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale
::rolling the parchment notes up and heading out, down the corridor::

<EO_Bubba>
 ::descends down the ladder with the sword in hand::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
XO:  Query external sensors, long and short range, see if there's anything out there.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::getting into the turbolift to head up to the operations deck::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::glancing down and noticing she's back in uniform and the rolled parchment has changed into a PADD::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::exits quarters and enters the TL:: TL: Deck 16, Sickbay

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 COMPUTER:  Computer, stand by to initiate condition alert black on my mark.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
::stepping out into Operations::

<RAdm_Serok>
 :: enters Operations and finds Angus :: CO: Angus, I just walked into a horse with a rider wearing armor.  What's going on?

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing>
 CO:  I'm on it.

<EO_Bubba> 
::exits on level 7 and holds the sword up proudly in search of him::

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera>
 ::brushes away the wood shavings and picks up some sandpaper lightly sanding the wood::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Serok:  Well, admiral, we appear to be becoming a medieval space station.  ::grins::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
::moves to an empty science station and checks external sensors, long and short range.::

<RAdm_Serok>
 :: raise her eyebrow :: CO:  Cause?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Serok:  Still undetermined, sir.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: Here are my notes and preliminary report, sir.

<RAdm_Serok> 
:: shakes her head :: CO:  How far is the effect?

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::turns to the CEO and takes the notes, looks at them::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::exits the TL on Deck 16 and heads to Sickbay::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::smoothing out her medical coat::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: The forcefields Thomson and I set up are continuing to be operational, sir.  If the illusion is spreading, then I would suggest that there is an outside presence at work.  Something passing through this area, perhaps.

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Guard> Bubba: State your business.

<Eng_Narrid>
 ::Finishes sharpening the dagger he was working in.  picking up a few finished ones, heads out of engineering::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::enters Sickbay and takes a moment to see if anything out of the usual is going on::

<EO_Bubba> 
::stands proudly:: Guard: I bring the King's sword.... that was requested of me.  I stand here on my honor that the work is exemplary.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::nods to CEO, and looks to XO::  XO:  Anything on sensors, Commander Rushing?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::imagining a big medieval cloud sweeping across the galaxy, morphing everything in its path::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Guard> :: looks at the sword :: I'll just take that and give it to His Majesty.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::nodding to the Captain and walking over to her console to power it up::

<EO_Bubba> Guard: No !

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> ::walks into her office and picks up a PADD::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> CO:  Nothing so far.

<EO_Bubba> Guard: Please... on my honor.. I must give it in person

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  Tycho, try raising our shields.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> CEO:  See if that blocks what ever is happening.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::checks the schedule for the next 36 hours and approves it::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Aye, sir.  Raising shields.

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Quickly, but careful, so not to trip and fall on the daggers, enters the TL, and calls for OPS::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::raising shields and tapping into tactical operations console::

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Guard> :: scowls and reaches for the sword ::     <Merlin>  Guard: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

<EO_Bubba>
 ::smiles:: Oh Great Merlin !   My Thanks !  ::bows formally::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
CEO:  Any effect?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::checking the tactical board::

<RAdm_Serok>
<Guard> Merlin:  I...I..I..was only going to......   <Merlin>  I know what you were only going to do.  Now stand aside and let him pass.

<Eng_Narrid>
 ::As the TL stops, steps off and walks onto OPS.  Taking a look around, sees the captain, and walks over to him::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::sighs and wonders if Paladine has returned to normal as well::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: Sir, sensors report our shields are up. However, I'm not noticing any changes regarding our Dark Ages problem.

<EO_Bubba>
 ::bows a few times at Merlin:: Merlin: Thank you... Thank You ::moves forward::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 CEO:  See if you can boost the output, and remodulate the frequency.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Aye sir. ::tapping on console::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
CO:  Nothing, yet.

<Eng_Narrid>
 CO: Your majesty.. ::bows and waits::

<RAdm_Serok>
 ACTION:  Shields flicker then come online.

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera>
 ::feels something tugging at the bottom of her robe and looks down smiling at her two friends...with a chuckle gets up and gets the pups something to eat::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::re-routing power and boosting shields::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::looks to Narrid and smiles slightly::  Narrid:  Excuse me?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Sir, apparently shields didn't really come up until I remodulated the frequency just now.  Interesting.

<EO_Bubba>
 Merlin: Will he see me?   Will he really see me ? ::smiles::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::looks to the CEO briefly::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Sir, I'd like to suggest we remodulate the power distribution grid to affected areas of the station.

<Eng_Narrid>
 CO: Your majesty...I have brought you something, would you like to see?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::doodles on a PADD, absently thinking of what has happened in the past few weeks.  The emotional up and downs the crew has had to subjected to::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 CEO:  Your call Commander, proceed.

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin> :: smiles :: Bubba:  Indeed he will.  When he arrives.  You may have to wait a short while, but he will see you.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::setting up a program cycle to remodulate the power distribution grid frequencies to all affected areas of the station::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 Narrid:  Sure.  ::senses something might come of it::

<RAdm_Serok>
 :: raises her eyebrows at Narrid :: Self:  Fascinating.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: Aye sir. It'll be ready in a moment or two.

<EO_Bubba> 
::bows once again:: Merlin: How wonderful!  Just to see him is such an honor ::points to the castle:: May I?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::setting up the program cycle to continue remodulating the frequencies until the program is shut down::

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::thinking how tired she is and that she could use some shoreleave soon::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::activating the program cycle now::

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin> Bubba:  You may pass.

<EO_Bubba>
 ::takes a deep breath and heads for the castle proudly::

<RAdm_Serok>
 ACTION:  Decks 9 through 12 have now transformed.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: I've set up and activated a program that is remodulating the power distribution grid frequencies to all the affected areas of the station. I'm hoping to see some changes soon.

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Knees on the ground, and unrolls a piece of cloth holding the daggers:: CO: A gift your majesty, I have been working hard for days so they would be perfect, it has to be to be worthy of King Arthur ::Holds up the blades::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Sir, the remodulation is having no affect in the station, although it did fix our shield problem.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Narrid:  I am not Arthur Pendragon.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: I'm getting reports that decks 9 through 12 have been affected.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::looking around and sighing::

<EO_Bubba> 
::waits patiently in awe::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
CEO:  Can we assume that the cause is inside the station then?

<Eng_Narrid>
 ::Bows:: CO: but you are.  do these blades satisfy you majesty?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::lays her head on her arms just for a moment and closes her eyes::

<RAdm_Serok>
 ACTION:  Appearing right next to the CO is Merlin

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::takes the blades, and looks at them::  Self:  Wow, almost a perfect replica of Excalibur

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: I'm not yet convinced of that sir. I think perhaps an anomaly, like a cloud, has passed through space and could be affecting us. It may have penetrated our hull before we got our shields up.

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin>  CO:  Your Majesty, your sword has arrived at the castle.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Rolen ran diagnostics on the holoprojectors and took them all offline. That's the only other way I think this could've been done.  With holoprojectors.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::looks to Merlin::  Merlin:  You!  You're behind all this!

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::turning and taking in the scene::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin> :: looks shocked :: CO:  Behind what your Majesty.  I am only behind what is in your best interest.

<Eng_Narrid>
 ::still kneeling, looks up at Merlin::

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera>
 ::after feeding the pups sits back down at her worktable and starts working on the carving again::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::spinning back to her console and punching up data on Merlin::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 Merlin:  Stop calling me majesty!  And return my station to normal, now!

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::glancing over the data report::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::points a dagger at the wizard to emphasize his point::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::walking over to Captain MacLeod and putting her hand on his arm::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin> CO: Very well Arthur, but, I don't know anything about what is happening to your station.

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
::looks over to see the CO talking a man dressed in medieval garb.::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 CO: Arthur, dear, let's listen to what the Merlin has come to tell you.

<Eng_Narrid> 
::Smiles proudly as he uses the dagger::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::looks at the CEO for a moment, pauses, then nods::  Merlin:  Merlin.  Maybe you should tell me what this is all about?

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin> CO: Come with me Arthur, we have much to discuss  And, you should see your sword.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
::smiling sweetly and trying to look like what old Gwen must've looked like::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::follow, reluctantly::

<RAdm_Serok> <Merlin> :: takes hold of the CO and disappears in a puff of smoke ::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing>
CO:  is it wise to follow him?

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing>
 ::shocked to see the CO disappear before she could finish her sentence.::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
*Security*:  The Captain has been taken off of operations.

<RAdm_Serok>
 ACTION:  Merlin the CO and the CEO reappear on deck 7 at what appears to be Arthur Pendragons Camelot.

<EO_Bubba>
 ::bows as he sees Merlin and MacLeod appear:: CO: Your Majesty !  ::presents the sword to him:: I have attempted to make it just like Excalibur.... until we find it NO ONE will know the difference.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::still hanging on to the Captain's arm::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::letting go and trying not to get dizzy::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::Looks at the sword, smiles, and take it by the grip, lifting it up and examining the detail::

<EO_Bubba>
 CO: I'm sure you and your Knights will find it Sire... it is just a matter of time

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera>
::hums softly to herself as she works the fine details of the carving::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  :: smiles and whispers :: CO:  Isn't it beautiful Angus.....I mean Arthur?

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
CO: Good work on that.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 EO/Merlin:  I think you got it pretty close.  Balance feels good.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::looks to CEO::  CEO:  <Whispers> Just playing along, Commander.

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing>
 *Computer*:  Is the Captain still aboard the station?

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  Bubba:  You are excused.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Yes, I can tell how much you're hating this.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::stirs in her sleep, the nap taking on a distinct measure of a nightmare::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Computer> XO:  Captain MacLeod is on deck 7.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Gee, I wonder where Lancelot and Agravaine and the rest of the gang are.

<EO_Bubba> 
::nods and bows:: Merlin: I hope to be of service anytime you need me Sire

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
::looks at the sword, then at the CEO again, and grins from ear to ear::

<EO_Bubba> 
::exits the level pride showing on his face::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::watches EO Bubba withdraw::

<RAdm_Serok>
 Merlin:  Now Angus MacLeod of the clan MacLeod, come, we have much to discuss.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::looks to Merlin::  Merlin:  So I would gather.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::can't wait to tag along for this::

<XO_Cmdr_Rushing> 
*Security*:  The Captain is located on deck 7.

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera> 
::picks up a small brush and brushes off the sanding particles off the carving::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin> CO:  Angus, I do not know what is happening here.  This isn't right and should not be happening.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::feels a hand on her shoulder, it breaks the cycle of her nightmare and she is startled by Alex Grey standing next to her desk::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 Merlin:  You're the wizard, and you're telling me?

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO:  Walk with me, I have something to show you.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::noticing the tone of concern in the Merlin's voice::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
Merlin: Have you noticed things that don't seem natural?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::rubs her face and smiles sheepishly up at Alex:: Dr. Grey: caught me napping, eh?

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  :: leads the CO to an antechamber far below the castle ::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::leans close to the CEO::  CEO:  <whispers>  I think I find myself wishing for a counselor right now.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 <Dr. Grey> CMO: You've been on duty for the last two weeks straight, you should be in your quarters taking a nap, not here.

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin>  CEO:  To me, yes.  But, the others have no idea anything is amiss.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::following along with the Merlin and the Captain::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::stepping carefully::

<CNS_LtCmdr_Panthera> 
::picks up another brush and lightly applies a coat of sealant to the wood carving::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
Merlin: Oh yes. As if they are in a dream. They go about things as if nothing is wrong.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::hoping to draw more information out of him::

<RAdm_Serok>
 <Merlin>  CEO:  Precisely.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
Merlin: Have you seen this kind of thing before?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 Alex: Yeah, I know........but, I can't seem to bring myself to go to our quarters just yet.  Paladine and I have some things to work out.........::leaves the rest unsaid::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 Merlin:  What is this place?  Looks familiar, somehow.

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  :: stops at the doorway, a curtain is drawn across it :: CO:  What I am about to show you must be corrected.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::in intrigued::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::glancing around::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO:  You know this place Angus.  Try and remember.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
<Dr. Grey>: CMO: Okay, if you won't go to your quarters then at least go lay down in Medlab2.  That's where the doc on duty usually sacks out.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::finding it fascinating that the Merlin knows the Captain's true first name and is not calling him "Arthur"::

<RAdm_Serok>
 ACTION:  Merlin pulls the curtain to the side and inside the room is a large block of ice containing Arthur Pendragon.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::  steps into the room:: Merlin:  Hic Iacet Sepultus Inculytus Rex Arthurius In Insula Avalonia...  Here on the isle of Avalon, the great King Arthur is buried.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
Alex: that's a splendid idea, I'll take you up on that

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::muttering::  Oh, very nice.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::stands and places a hand on Alex's shoulder:: Alex: you have the duty shift, I'm going to go and take a nap in Medlab2.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::steps upto the ice::  Merlin:  It can't be.

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  :: nods at Angus :: CO: It is.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater>
 ::steps out of Sickbay and heads down the corridor to Medlab2::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 ::walking around the ice::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
 ::looks closely at the human form in the ice::  

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
CO: Skin looks fine. As if he's in suspended animation.

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO: Angus, you must correct this.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> ::craning her neck around The Ice King to look at the Merlin::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod>
Merlin:  Correct what.  King Arthur is dead, as it should be.

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::enters Medlab2 and just about melts into the bunk and as soon as her head hits the pillow, she is asleep.::

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 Merlin:  How shall he correct it?

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO: Anyone in the affected areas believes you to be King Arthur.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> Merlin:  That is the problem?

<RAdm_Serok> <Merlin>  CO: No Angus, not in this time, he shouldn't be dead.

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Merlin:  Really, so he's a man of the ripe old age of what, 13 hundred years

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale>
 Merlin: So what are you proposing?

<CMO_LtCmdr_Slater> 
::sleeping peacefully::

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO: In this time, he should be alive.  This must be corrected......Or you will die in his place.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
::thinking they'll never believe this at the next Engineering Conference::

<CO_Capt_MacLeod> 
Merlin:  I don't think I understand.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
Merlin: I'm sure I don't.

<RAdm_Serok> 
<Merlin>  CO: What is happening, is that time has reversed and where you are now standing, is actually 1300 years in the past.

<CEO_LtCmdr_Kinsale> 
Merlin: Well if we thaw him out, we still have two "Arthurs". That's no solution.

<RAdm_Serok> 
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