U.S.S. Pendragon
10703.03
“A Hard Day’s Night, pt 4”
Directed by:
Coot

Starring:
Jeff as CO Thraxis
Jane as XO Luchena
 Keith as CEO Damien 
 Cory as CNS Dawson

Guest Starring:
Sandy as Jordan Thraxis
Lynda as FCO Rochelle

Absent: 
 Dylan as CSO Toms 
Joseph as CTO Nightcloud

Host Coot says:
Last time on the U.S.S. Pendragon . . .

Host Coot says:
The Pendragon's Away Team found its way into the computerized control room of Slackeria and began chipping away at the façade of the planet. The swirling dust storms obscuring the planet turned out to be a sophisticated hologram and part of an elaborate dampening field.

Host Coot says:
Communications have been partially restored between the ship and the surface, yet the Supreme Exalted Ruler has blatantly ignored the Pendragon and its requests to return the Away Team. Bio-scans of the planet have yielded no results and the dampening field continues to interfere with transporters.

Host Coot says:
As the Away Team is ushered deeper into the palace grounds, tensions aboard the Pendragon are increasing. Not wanting to mount a full-scale invasion, options are becoming limited for the Pendragon and her Away Team.

Host Coot says:
< < < < Resume Mission > > > >

Host Coot says:
ACTION: As the swirling images of the dust storm fade, holes begin appearing in the dampening shield.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She looks up from the small console attached to her chair in hopes that there is something else that can be done to help the Away Team::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: If the dampening field weakens sufficiently to beam the away team up, do so immediately. Don't wait for an order.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::following the Slackerian wondering what he/she/it has in mind::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::sees what appears to be holes in the shield.  Tries to get a lock on the AT through one of the aforementioned holes::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::keeping the ship over the away team and its location::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CNS: Hail the planet.  :: stands ::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Transporters get a partial lock on the Away Team.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  We might be in luck, Sir.  I'm picking up several holes in the shield and I have a partial lock.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She nods slightly and hails the planet from her console:: CO: Hailing frequencies open, sir.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: Maybe a skeletal lock would be better?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::looking around with interest::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She wonders what the Captain has up his sleeve. When she watched him the last time, he lost control. Jamie hopes that he doesn't at this point in time::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS, FCO: Lock onto their hair follicles if it gets them back.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
FCO:  Possibly ... CO:  I have a lock on Tribble, but no one else.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::attempts to overload the software surrounding the dampening field::

Host Coot says:
@ <Slackerian> ::continues leading the XO deeper into the palace::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::beams Tribble aboard.  Tries everything to get a lock on the others::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::hums a tune as he walks::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Patches of sky begin disappearing, revealing a surface of cracked and scorched earth below.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She watches the view screen with interest::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The computer console beeps accordingly as the CEO continues to work his magic.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Understood. ::hands fly over her console attempting to lock on to the skeletal bones of the away team using their DNA patterns to enhance the transporter locks::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: Try and get a lock on us now - before Mikal does anything idiotic

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CSO has wandered off to investigate the palace grounds.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: waits for a response from the planet ::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CEO*:  Already trying.  What is Mikal doing now?

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::establishes a lock on the CSO.  Beams him aboard::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: He went somewhere with one of the natives

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CEO*:  Why?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::Jamie listens to the comm between Jose and Jordan and shakes her head::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: They appeared about to become...much closer.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The CSO and TO have returned to the Pendragon and make their ways to their quarters to clean up.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::works on getting a lock on the XO and CEO::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::shakes her head:: *CEO*:  That sounds like Mikal.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She rolls her eyes at the next revelation by the Chief Engineer::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: Yes, he is being his usual self

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: You should be able to lock onto me now

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@~~~::searches for Dr. Jacob's general state of mind::~~~

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She makes sure the hailing frequencies are truly open:: CO: Still waiting on a response, sir.

Host Coot says:
@ <Dr. Jacobs> ~~~ ::lazily dreaming about strawberries and cream:: ~~~

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CEO*:  Acknowledged.  ::tries again to get a lock::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::is assured all is well::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::continues his wrath on the Slackers crappy computer system::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The door to the computer facility slams shut and locks.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
*CEO*:  I can't establish a lock, Jose.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CNS: These folks aren't big on common courtesy.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::wonders when they will get to where ever they are going::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*OPS*: Acknowledged, I'll continue here

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
CO: It seems as if they don't care about us really. They have what they need... so we are just extras that don't really matter at the moment.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  I cannot get a lock on Cmdr Luchena or Cmdr Damien.  However, I have beamed Cmdr Toms and Lt Tribble back on board.  It seems there is some sort of dampening field around the computer room.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: There are no responses to the Pendragon's comms. The planetary communications system appears to have been disabled.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CNS: I can't argue with that analysis.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: What about Jacobs?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
OPS: I don't know much about engineering, but could we send some sort of feedback surge toward their computer room to disrupt the dampening field in some way?

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::shakes her head:: CO:  No luck there either.  I'll keep trying.  ::sighs and returns to her work::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: Images on the view screen continue to see a planet transforming before their eyes. The clear, crystal skies are vanishing and being replaced by what appears to be a desert landscape.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Captain, I am no engineer sir but I can fly a shuttle sir and maybe I can get them if I get low enough to the surface to get a good lock on them.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CNS:  Nice idea ... a feedback surge may disrupt the field ...

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::looks at the image on the view screen:: Self:  Nice place .....

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS, CNS: Is this something we can do from orbit? Or does someone have to go down there and do this?

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The Slackerian turns into a small room off the hallway, ducking out of the XO's sight momentarily.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: It is only a suggestion.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: We already know how the Slackerians will respond to that ploy.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  I may be able to rig something through the deflector ... but setting it up will take some time.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::stands outside the room looking in::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Do it.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: As the XO peers into the room, the Slackerian is no longer visible.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She inclines her head:: CO/OPS: Do the Slackerians have any vessels that could pose a threat to us?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: Are you going to do what I think you are going to do?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::mouth drops open::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::nods:: CO:  I'll need to make some changes in deflector control ...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::hesitantly steps into the room::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CNS: I don't think we've seen a Slackerian vessel since we entered the system.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The computer console continues to beep and chirp at the CEO, running several sub-routines in the background.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~OPS: Jordan what do you need me to do?~~~

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: As the XO enters into the room, it is empty, and the Slackerian is gone.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::attempts to adapt to the system::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::runs his hands along the walls::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
CO: It doesn't mean that they don't have them... perhaps if they don't have any that are to powerful, we could send an additional Away Team to go down there to perform this task?

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The computer console chirp unpleasantly at the CEO,

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::studies the ceiling::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::gets up and heads for the TL:: ~~~ FCO:  For the moment, take control of OPS. ~~~

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~OPS: You got it Jordan slaving ops to my station.~~~ ::slaves OPS to her helm console::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: As the XO studies the room, he can begin to make out what appear to be holographic emitters embedded in numerous spots.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She watches the view screen very closely, hoping that they could get the Away Team back as soon as possible::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CNS: I am loath to risk anyone else on the surface. If the Slackerians re-establish the full dampening field, anyone we send will be cut off.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::taps his commbadge::  *CEO*:  Are you there?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: It might be necessary .  If so I should be the one sir and I will do it voluntarily sir.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*XO*: I'm here commander

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::watches both ops and helm readouts::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She nods in understanding:: CO: Very true, Captain.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::turns:: CO:  I'll go.  As I am not Starfleet anymore, it won't reflect on you or the ship in any way.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@*CEO*:  What's going on?  ::leaves the room::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: NO!  Jordan you can't.  I am the expendable one here not you.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The viewer images of the planet continue to erode into a desolate wasteland, scarred by obvious over mining and drought. The landscape continues to fade away at the farthest reaches from the palace and continue creeping towards it at irregular intervals.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: No member of this crew is expendable, Lieutenant. You would do well to remember that.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*XO*: I’ve been attempting to circumnavigate their dampening field, with some success. 

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Understood sir.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  Besides, I have the know how to help Cmdr Damien.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@*CEO*:  I'm heading back there.  ::begins to retrace his route::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The dampening field is now 50% gone.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: How long would this operation take?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She stares as the Operations Officer and the Flight Control Officer. She'll need to have a discussion with them once this mission was over:: OPS: You shouldn't leave this ship by yourself, Commander.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Sir the reading on the dampening field is not 50% gone sir.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  I have no idea.  ::looks over at the CNS:  CNS:  And I am no longer a Commander, Lt.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
FCO:  Try to reestablish the transporter lock.  ::moves over to SCI and scans::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~OPS: Jordan why are you doing this to me?~~~

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@::checks for more holo emitters as he walks::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: Attempting the transporter locks again.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: is silent for a long moment ::  OPS: All right. But I'll be damned if you go alone. I'm going with you. get what you need and meet me in the transporter room. 

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: Every meter or so, the XO finds telltale signs of holographic technology.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::hands fly across the console trying to get a solid lock on the rest of the AT::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
FCO:  I'm picking up Dr Jacobs and Cmdr Luchena. You should be able to transport them now.  But still no sign of the CEO.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She watches the woman very closely:: OPS: Understood, Mrs. Thraxis. ::She turns toward the Captain:: CO: Captain, that is 100% inadvisable. You are the Commanding Officer of this ship...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@*CEO*:   Jose, there are holo emitters all over this place.  And that Slackerian I was with just vanished.  ::picks up his pace::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
OPS: Lock established on XO Beaming him now.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::beams the XO aboard directly to bridge::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  For once I agree with the CNS.  You, of all people, cannot go.  Besides I have a few tricks up my sleeve ... ::points to her head::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
FCO: Keep trying to beam up our people.  CNS: I am well aware of my position, Counselor, but I am responsible for this mess.

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The XO is beamed back to the bridge.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::Tries a recursive algorithm::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::is startled to find himself on the bridge::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CO: Understood sir.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She raises an eyebrow, not understanding what she meant by "for once". It was not like they had ever worked together before. She then pauses as she notices the Executive Officer::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
All on bridge:  Where is Jose?

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The rate of advancement continues on the surface. The lush greenery is quickly overtaken by the advancing desert.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::continues to attempt to get the rest of the locks to hold solid::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::knows she isn't going to change his mind::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: Damn it.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: turns :: XO: Mikal! Welcome back. Jose is still on the surface. Jordan and I are going down to retrieve him and Dr. Jacobs. You have the bridge.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: enters the turbolift :: OPS: Coming?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  Wait!  I don't think Dr. Jacobs is in any trouble.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She wants to protest, but knows that it would probably get her yet another reprimand. She just sits there, not saying a word::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::looks over at Mikal ... then turns and follows the Captain::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::again tries and this time boosts the mav gain and narrows the confinement beam::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The computer begins emitting a high-pitched wailing sound. Alarms begin sounding through the palace grounds.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::gets a partial lock but not the solid one she needs::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks up at the view screen and swears aloud::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::slams fists on console::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Out loud: Damn it.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@Self: Damn

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::again tries the lock and narrows it even more and tries again::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::works harder::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She looks toward the view screen and sighs::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::rethinks her attempts and goes about it a different way::

Host Coot says:
@ <SER> ::exits his bedroom, half-clothed and begins racing through the palace towards the control room::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: I know what you're thinking... but I made the mistakes that got us into this fix, and I'm damned if I'll send others to clean it up for me.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  There are holo emitters all over the place down there.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::her hands fly over the console using knowledge that only a SFI operative would know and begins to change the transporter system rules::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CO:  You know, if we get into trouble, I might have to do something ... unsavory ... ::can still feel the memories of Jr'dan in her mind::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She looks toward the Executive Officer curiously:: XO: Does that mean that everything they showed you down there was indeed an illusion?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Could be.  Do we have communications with Commander Damien?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: they exit just outside the transporter room... he gets a phaser rifle and three pattern enhancers ::  OPS: We have to get our people back. Stay within Starfleet standing orders, but beyond that, if eggs get broken, they get broken.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::moves to the center chair and sits::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: Mrs. Thraxis was maintaining those communications. I believe we still have them. ::She looks down at the comm panel on her console:: XO: Yes we do, Commander.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::activates the console::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  What exactly are the Captain and Jordan up to?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: steps up on the pad ::  Transporter Chief: Put us down as close to Commander Damien's position as you can.

Host Coot says:
<TR Chief> ::nods to the CO and initiates transport::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks at the console::  FCO:  What are you doing to the transporter controls?

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::holsters a phaser and steps up onto the platform::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CO and OPS appear on the surface. A howling wind can be heard off in the distance.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::uses the Transporters beam down point as a reference point and the frequency and the patterns for later retrievement::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::makes one more incursion into the alien computer::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: I suggested attempting to send a feedback surge to the dampening field below, which they were going to attempt to perform here. However, Mrs. Thraxis then stated she would like to go... and then the Captain followed her. Sir.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@:: looks to the distance :: OPS: Nasty storm coming. Which way?

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Go?  What in the name of the goddess for?!  ::sighs::  How long would it take to set up the feedback surge?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::hands continue their task as one system after another is gently manipulated to her control::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::looks around and activates her tricorder, getting a fix on the palace::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: Tricorders are having a difficult time identifying the surroundings.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::looks at his console again::  FCO:  Lieutenant.  I asked you what you were doing with the transporter systems?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: I'm not an engineer, Commander, but I don't believe it would have taken too long. ::She shakes her head:: XO: However, it seems the Captain and Mrs. Thraxis wish to get Commander Damien back quickly.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@:: surveys the area for threats, phaser rifle at the ready ::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Sir I was ordered to get our people back any way I could and that is exactly what I am doing.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::grins::  CNS:  Perhaps we should warn him.  Contact him and let him know what is going on.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The computer emits one final whine, then powers down. The lock on the door clicks.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: The modifications are not going to hinder or change any of the original settings.  All it is doing is enhancing them for the transport of our people.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::Yelling over the wind:: CO:  Tricorders are having a hard time pinpointing the location .. but I believe it's this way ::points::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: As you wish, Commander. ::She taps the comm panel:: *CEO*: Counselor Dawson to Commander Damien. Please come in.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  The Captain and his wife beamed down?

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*CNS*; Damien here

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Lead on.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Yes sir and I have a mental lock on both of them.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  How about a transporter lock?  Do you have one of those?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::her hands not stopping as she talks::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
*CEO*: Commander, Captain Thraxis and Mrs. Thraxis have arrived on the planet and will be looking to rescue you. You may want to be ready for them to reach your location at... any time.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::takes the lead ... starts heading off in the direction indicated::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Yes sir for now I do.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: follows Jordan in, walking backwards to keep an eye behind them ::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::hands continue to work their magic::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::mumbles:: CNS:  What the hell was the Captain thinking?  And you think I'm nuts.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@*CNS*: Understood. You have transporters now?

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The desert storms sweeps over the palace grounds, obscuring everything from sight.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Try the CEO again.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@CO:  We need to get to cover ... I don't think we can go much further through this.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
*CEO*: Sir Can you read me?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She cannot help but smirk:: XO: I actually heard a few things that transpired down below, but now isn't the time. ::She returns to the comm:: *CEO*: I'm uncertain. One moment. ::She looks toward the FCO:: FCO: Do we have transporters, Lieutenant?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
OPS: Right behind you.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~OPS: Jordan: can you hear me?~~~

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::applies fractal geometry to the equation::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
CNS: I have transporters working but the locks are not quite solid yet.  Give me a few more minutes.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@~~~ FCO:  Loud and clear ... ~~~

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
FCO: I know you're doing your best, Lieutenant. ::She smiles slightly:: *CEO*: It'll be a few more minutes, Jose. Don't worry, we'll get you out of there.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~OPS: Good want to make sure.~~~

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@CO:  Albaron, we need the Pendragon's sensors ... we need to know how big this storm is and if we're going in the right direction.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  That feedback thingie you were talking about?  Let's try it.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: I can telepathically communicate clearly with Jordan.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::snaps::  FCO:  So can I if it comes to that.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CO's hand touches a hard, metallic structure.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@:: taps his commbadge :: *Pen*: Thraxis to Pendragon... give me a reading on the intensity and path of this storm.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@:: turns... looks at what he has found ::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She nods and moves over to the Operations console. Jamie begins to look over the work Jordan had done on it and attempts to complete it::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Sir I meant no disrespect.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::notices the CO turn:: CO: What is it?

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ OPS: I'm not sure...

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::moves over to his side ... begins removing sand::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CO*:  Working on it.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ :: brushes away sand ::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::Jamie moves her hands along the controls rather quickly, hoping that she can get this thing right::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::passes the storm analysis onto Science to work out::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@CO:  It's definitely metallic ... ::begins uncovering more of the structure::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The deflector powers up, ready to go.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
*CO*:  It looks like its coming right at you.  Should we beam you back?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
Self: Gotcha! ::She makes a few more minor adjustments:: XO: I'm ready over here, Commander.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CEO can hear voices outside of the control room.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::hides as best he can::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Activate.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Prepare to transport up all our people.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ *XO*: No! Concentrate on getting that dampening field down, and locating Jose and Jacobs.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: Activating now, sir. ::She attempts to send the feedback surge through the Pendragon's deflector::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The deflector beams fires at the power source previously identified by the Science Dept. Due to the swirling storms, no one can see exactly what it is hitting.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::annoyed::  *CO*:  Trying it now Captain.  And if I may say, the Captain's place is on the bridge of his ship.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@*XO*: Duly noted, Commander. 

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::for the sake of decorum, tries not to roll his eyes::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Status?

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She watches as the beam makes its way toward the planet:: XO: Due to the storms I have no idea where it is really going, sir...

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Let's hope your programming holds true.

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CO and OPS uncover a door, it is unlocked.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
XO: Yes.... lets hope. ::She crosses her fingers, hoping that she did the right thing::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@CO:  Any ideas on what this thing is?  ::finds a door and opens it::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ OPS: Let's get inside...  :: holds door and gestures Jordan ahead ::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Get a lock on all our people.  Now!

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::enters and looks around::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ :: ducks in behind Jordan and closes the door behind them ::

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: The CO and OPS enter a computer control room, quite deserted looking.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ :: taps commbadge :: *CEO*: Thraxis to Damien. 

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::moves over to one of the consoles and takes a look::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@::Looks over and waves:: CO: Right here captain

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
@~~~OPS:  What's happening down there?~~~

Host Coot says:
@ ACTION: Suddenly the wind stops.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ :: turns ::  CEO: Good to see you. Do you have a location for Jacobs?

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@~~~ XO:  We've found what looks like some kind of control room ... and we found Cmdr Damien too it seems ... ~~~

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She sighs, wanting to know if the surge had any affect::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@CO: Negative. I'm not sure where she ended up

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Do you still have a transporter lock on the Captain and Jordan?

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The storm on the surface has cleared. The planet now matches the description previously provided by Starfleet - desolate and stripped of all vegetation.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Yes sir I still do.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
FCO:  Damien is near them.  Grab them all.

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
XO: Done.

Host CO_Thraxis says:
@ Self: Dammit.   OPS: See if this computer knows where she is.

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She looks at the view screen closely:: XO: Are we sure the Slackerians even want to revive their planet, or are they just planning on using those holo-emitters to give their planet that false look?

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::looks over at the CO:: CO: I had a sensor lock on her back on the ship, Captain.  She should have been beamed up by now.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  Do the Slackerians even exist?  ::shrugs::  I don't know.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
@::looks around:: CEO:  This is impressive ...

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::hands move faster and with her small modifications she retrieves all of them and transports them to the bridge::

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
@OPS: They are retarded. They don't know how to use what they have

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She ponders the Executive Officer's question:: XO: Touché, Commander.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CNS:  I am so going to give him a piece of my mind.  ::gets to his feet abruptly::

Host Coot says:
ACTION: A group of five reappear on the Pen's bridge. The CO, CEO, OPS, Dr. Jacobs, and an unknown individual dressed in tattered robes.

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::looks around to find herself on the Pendragon::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks around :: ALL: Well done.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
CO:  I need to speak to you immediately Captain.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
::looks around:: All: Finally

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::pulls her phaser and aims at the stranger:: Stranger:  Who are you?

Host Coot says:
<Robed_One> ALL: Why? Why? Why? ::collapses onto the deck and begins sobbing::

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She stands up and makes her way over to Jose:: CEO: I'm glad to see you back, Jose.

CEO_LtCmdr_Damien says:
CO: What the hell is this? ::motions toward their 'guest'::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
CEO:  Let me find out .... ::moves closer to the being::

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
::begins to undo her little magic tricks before they are permanently noticed and succeeds::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
CEO: I'm not sure...

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
Self: There everything is back to where it should be and no traces.

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::kneels by the robed one::  Robed one:  What is it?

Host Coot says:
ACTION: The stranger on the bridge is clothed in the same robe the SER was wearing, although his appearance suggests he is a smallish and underweight human.

Host Coot says:
<Robed_One> XO: You destroyed it... you destroyed my legacy....

CNS_LtJG_Dawson says:
::She watches the robbed man, curiously::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::pulls the stranger to his feet and looks at him curiously::  Robed One:  What legacy?  That illusion?  ::gestures toward the view screen::

Host CO_Thraxis says:
:: looks on at this tableau, not interfering... Mikal and Jordan are both much better at such things ::

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
Robed One:  Why did you bring us here, then?

FCO_Lt_Maria_Rochelle says:
~~~OPS: Jordan, are you alright?~~~

OPS_Jordan_Thraxis says:
::holsters her phaser, not sensing any danger::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
::distracted by Jordan's movement::

Host Coot says:
<Robed_One> XO: All I wanted was a wife to share my planet with.... and a child.... ::sobs uncontrollably:: I.... am.... was... the Supreme Exalted Ruler..... William..... Gates..... the 23rd......  ::gasping through his sobs, collapses upon himself::

XO_Cmdr_Luchena says:
Self:  Oh dear.  ::taps his commbadge::  *Sickbay*:  One to beam over.

Host Coot says:
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