Misplaced

episode 4
played 10111.17 by the crew of the IKS QIb

Starring
Scott Fisher as Firda, Kijmal, and Commander Ron Friday [XO]
Topper Loghry as Tor, Gar, and Lieutenant Commander Q`tor [CEO]
Madeline Infante as Nerzool and Lieutenant Julia Lorenzo [SO]
Jay Green as Remdel, Doh and Junior Lieutenant Kymar Dremel [CMO]

Featuring
Jim O`Quinn as Toradoc and QIbSearcher

A Jim O`Quinn Production

=/\=/\=/\= Resume Mission =/\=/\=/\=

Remdel says:
::looks around the room again, searching all the faces for Firda::

Nerzool says:
::holding her abdomen she looks around at the faces familiar yet not::

Tor says:
::Finishes his meal and turns attention to his beverage::

Firda says:
::sitting at the table, leaning back, listening to the guy on stage who says he's his hatchling, wondering what he's talking about::

Remdel says:
::spots Firda in the crowd and walks over::

Host Toradoc says:
::enters the tavern::

Nerzool says:
::tries to remember what happened to bring them here::

Nerzool says:
::the last thing she remembered was trying to make her way to sickbay::

Firda says:
::notices...somebody walking up, and turns around in his chair. It hurts to move at all though:: Self: Ahhh man being old is terrible.

Remdel says:
Firda: Greetings Master Firda, I am Remdel, apprentice physician and descendant of the late Rakym ::he bows low::

Host Toradoc says:
::orders some food and drink :::

Firda says:
Remdel: Late Rakym? ::still confused about what happened::

Host Toradoc says:
::takes a seat near some strangers::

Nerzool says:
::turns to Firda::  Firda: Psst... Ron?

Remdel says:
Firda: Yes, Rakym. A great explorer and a good friend of yours. You travelled many places together. You, Galdus, Tor,  Alker and Rakym ::he smiles::

Firda says:
Remdel: Sorry, if you'll excuse me just a second. ::turns to Nerzool:: Nerzool: Julia?

Nerzool says:
Firda: Whats going?

Host Toradoc says:
::hears the strange sounding word::

Firda says:
Nerzool: I was going to ask you the same thing. ::looks around:: It looks like whoever, or whatever, put us here originally is playing games again..this is a much more advanced bunch of lizards than we first met.

Nerzool says:
Firda: I cant seem to understand anything thats happening.... I was betazoid, then I had a tail.. now I'm losing it and I think ::whispers and points to Tor:: we're in the presence of gangsters.

Firda says:
::turns back to Remdel a second:: Remdel: Can you tell me how long it's been since my group was travelling through the forest?

Tor says:
Kijmal: Come on...get on with the story

Nerzool says:
Firda: It was just a minute ago... I swear.

Remdel says:
Firda: It has been a great many cycles, over 200,000 I would guess

Host Toradoc says:
::overhears the strange talk ::

Firda says:
Nerzool: This might be good...if they've evolved to the point where they have at least a preliminary amount of science, we might be able to figure out what's happened...if they have any sort of radio we might be able to contact Starfleet even.

Firda says:
Remdel: 200,000 years?

Tor says:
::motions for the waiter to bring another beverage::

Host Toradoc says:
Nerzool: Friend, if you have been walking through a forest a few minutes ago, you must have a very fast carriage, one of those new transports, perhaps?

Remdel says:
Firda: Give or take a few years

Nerzool says:
Firda: I need to get my hands on a radio... a transitor... then maybe I can have something to work with.

Kijmal says:
::continuing with the story about the skyship Kreeb, most are interested but some are talking amongst themselves. Seems the legendary story is losing its appeal with the younger crowd::

Nerzool says:
Toradoc: Um... perhaps.

Firda says:
Nerzool: I'll see what I can do, they seem to like me.

Firda says:
Remdel: Do you have any sort of a radio, or transitor, that I could see?

Host Toradoc says:
Nerzool: As we both know, the nearest forrest to here is now the preserve,  1000 Kilometers distant

Nerzool says:
::looks at Firda strangley.... remembering when they wanted to cage him::

Kijmal says:
All: On the Kreeb, there was a doctor, who had so many toys that he could fix anyone of anything, even the plague. But he was somewhat a klutz, and a bit of a recluse. Even so, the crew enjoyed his company...

Nerzool says:
Toradoc: the preserve?

Remdel says:
Firda: I'm afraid I dont Master Firda

Firda says:
Remdel: I see...do you anyone who does?

Tor says:
::Turns to the group talking amongst themselves:: Firda/Nerzool/Toradoc: Hey. Do yous mind? I'm'a tryin to listen to the story here, and yous'a disturbin me.

Host Toradoc says:
Nerzool: Surely you have been to the Preserve that was set aside so that all of us might remember our origins.

Remdel says:
Firda: ::he shrugs:: You could ask around, perhaps they have one behind the bar

Firda says:
Remdel: Ok, thanks.

Nerzool says:
::eyes Tor... smiles then keeps on with the converstaion:: Toradoc: It feels like I've just left it.  In my memories.

Kijmal says:
All: There was also an engineer on the Kreeb, who ran the ship better than anyone could. His name was Kr-tor, and he loved to use his power to push around the younger crew. They were scared of him, but he did his job well, nonetheless.

Nerzool says:
::gets up with a groan and makes her way to the buffet/bar area::

Firda says:
::gets up to follor Lorenzo::

Host Toradoc says:
::nods:: Nerzool: Memories are wonderful things.... but I prefer to look forwards...think of the new devices they are making, They are even making a new device to try to see why there is interferance with the radios in certain bands. Based partly upon the story that Kijmal is telling

Nerzool says:
::raises her voice to be heard from the bar:: Toradoc: Certain bands?  Where would I find the new devices?

Remdel says:
:;shrugs and sits down on a chair to listen to Storyteller Kijmal::

Host Toradoc says:
Nerzool: The recievers are a bit "all over" see there is one behind the bar. ::points to a large cabinet behind the bar ::

Nerzool says:
Toradoc: Oh I see.  ::makes her way to it, pretending to take a closer look::

Host Toradoc says:
::finishes his sandwich::

Kijmal says:
All: The Kreeb was fitted with the most glorius of all sciences, and the job of scientist fell to two individuals, Yamamoto and Lorenzo. Lorenzo was a young woman, who had the eyes of the crew, both for her ability and her beauty...

Nerzool says:
::whispers to Firda:: Firda: Am I losing my mind or was that gangster one of us once?

Host Toradoc says:
::always wondered if this crew had detachable eyes::

Firda says:
::beside Lorenzo:: SO: I think that was Q`tor, or whatever happened to him. Never really thought of him as a gangster though. ::looks up:: This is it, right?

Nerzool says:
::raises her hands to open the cabinet..... grinding her teeth against the pain of her movements::

Nerzool says:
Firda: Let me know if anyone approaches.

Kijmal says:
All: ...Yamamoto, on the other hand, was greatly respected for his ability, and had discovered many new things on the Kreeb's journey through the sky.

Firda says:
::nods to Lorenzo and leans back against the wall, looking for anyone::

Nerzool says:
Firda: Was Tor our tactical officer? All I remember is him scowling all the time.

Firda says:
Nerzool: ::pauses, she's losing her memory again:: SO: Engineer. But he did scowl all the time.

Tor says:
::gets up and walks over to the table with Firda, Remdel, and Toradoc::

Nerzool says:
::assesses the contents of the cabinet... reviewing all the band widths the primitive radio is capable of::

Firda says:
SO: Q`tor is coming...

Remdel says:
::notices Tor approach::

Host Toradoc says:
::brings Nerzool something to drink ::

Nerzool says:
::turns around to see if they are going to stop her from messing with the radio::

Nerzool says:
Toradoc: Thank you, but I'm not very thirsty.  ::smiles not to offend::

Host Toradoc says:
Firda: Would you also care for something, I note the paleness , you must drink soon

Kijmal says:
All: Of course, a ship the size of the Kreeb had some difficulty with keeping the safety of the crew, so a chief safety officer was put onboard. His name was Augustus, and he took his job very seriously, even going against the will of the higher-ranks, sometimes even completely ignoring the rules, to maintain the safety of the Kreeb.

Firda says:
Toradoc: I will be fine for now, thank you though.

Nerzool says:
::turns back to the radio and starts to check the radio signals::

Host Toradoc says:
Firda : ::nods:: Just would hate to see a youngster die for thirst

Tor says:
Firda and the rest: Excuse me, but I don't believe that I was asking too much to be able to hear the telling of the story. I asked politely, and what do I get for my efforts. Yous rudely begin speaking even louder. Now we are all civilized here, so I will ask yas one more time, to please quiet down. Do we have an understanding?

Firda says:
Toradoc: Don't worry about me. ::smiles::

Host Toradoc says:
::bows to Tor:: My appologies

Firda says:
::sounds just a little too much like the real Q`tor:: Tor: Of course. Our apologies.

Remdel says:
Tor: I wasn't aware that I was making a noise, but in an effort for peace I shall refrain from talking

Nerzool says:
::ignores the grumpy Tor and tunes the volume of the radio to hear the signals... not loud.. but so she knows what she's listening to::

Tor says:
All: I'm'a pleased that we could reach a peaceful understanding.

Remdel says:
::nods and begins to listen to the story again::

Kijmal says:
All: A ship like the Kreeb was outfitted with the latest and greatest of radios, much like we have today, but more advanced. In charge of the vast radio array was a beautiful young woman known as Mayfair. Between her and Lorenzo, the male crew did not pay as much attention as they should have.

Firda says:
::looks up:: SO: Any luck so far?

Nerzool says:
~~~Firda: Not yet.~~~

Tor says:
::sits back down at his table but is distracted by the sound of the radio::

Firda says:
~~~SO: Keep trying, we're not going to get out of here without some outside assistance.~~~

Nerzool says:
::tries to move the dial to hear the noise and not the voices::

Tor says:
::pulls his fire arm and shoots the radio::

Kijmal says:
All: Not everyone on the Kreeb had a specific job, however. Young Walker was not even a part of the crew, and was put there because he was not wanted by the previous people he was with...::interrupted by the gunshot::

Nerzool says:
::jumps back from the explosion:

Remdel says:
::ducks under the table::

Host Toradoc says:
::watches with amazement as the radio is shot::

Firda says:
::jumps back:: Tor: What the hell are you doing!

Nerzool says:
::pulls on her stomach muscles and gasps in pain::

Firda says:
::bends down:: SO: Julia, you ok?

Tor says:
Nerzool: I have tried to be polite. ::turns to Kijmal:: Kijmal: By all means, please do continue with the story.

Host Toradoc says:
::bends over Nerzool:: Are you alright? I am a physician

Kijmal says:
::visibly shaken:: So...Walker...he was just a nuisance to the leaders....

Nerzool says:
::closes her eyes in pain and rage then straightens up and picks up a tray of glasses.... throwing them towards Tor::

Tor says:
All: I trust the story will not be interrupted again?

Kijmal says:
::trying to get back on track:: But he had also saved the crew...::interrupted again::

Nerzool says:
::grabs Firda's arm and tries to make their way out the door::

Tor says:
::ducks from the tray of glasses::

Remdel says:
::crawls out from under the table just as a tray of glasses crashes into his head::

Nerzool says:
~~~Firda: Toradoc said they were all over the place... help me find another radio~~~

Tor says:
::points the fire arm at Nerzool:: Firda: I suggest you get her to a healer

As Nerzool heads towards the door the scene shifts yet again, this time into the far Future, the room they are all in is a dining hall and  seems made of a white glass-like material

Firda says:
::head gets dizzy again, and finds himself in another hall:: Oh god not again...

Nerzool says:
::tries to refocus her eyes....dammit::

Doh says:
::blinks a few times:: self: Hmm, the lights must be flashing ::bllinks the rest of the blindness from his eyes::

Host QIbSearcher says:
::up on podium :::

Gar says:
::motions for the servant to bring another beverage::

Firda says:
::looks around for his crew again::

Doh says:
::looks up to the podium and concentrates on the person standing there::

Host QIbSearcher says:
All: All of us know of the tale of the Mighty QIb, and long have we sought to  make a craft such as it to travel among the stars

Nerzool says:
::looks around her for any kind of console::

Gar says:
::quickly looks through the program in front of him::

Firda says:
~~~SO: Sounds like they have maybe achieved spaceflight...we might be heading home sooner than we thought~~~

Nerzool says:
~~~Ron: Perhaps Commander.  But I dont trust this place or what is happening to us.~~~  ::looks around for Q'tor wondering if he will still have animosity for her::

Host QIbSearcher says:
All: Sadly,  whatever powered such a craft is not  within our grasp, we can not leave our world, but we have learned much in our searches.... sadly we have also learned of the end of our world as our sun is destroyed

Firda says:
::considers briefly helping them develop an engine for their spacecraft...he already had a lot on his plate for smashing the prime directive to bits::

Nerzool says:
::hears Ron's thoughts:: ~~~Ron: I dont think we would be breaking any directives, we are here against our will~~~

Host QIbSearcher says:
All: While we can not leave this space...we can leave an orb, to tell of our passing, and our hopes and dreams. This has now been constructed and will survive the cataclysim that is to soon come.... Those of you from foreign worlds who hear our voices.... Remember us and our dreams......

Firda says:
::pauses, and his mouth drops open::

Nerzool says:
::bloody........::

The scene fades and the crew is once more on the QIb

CMO_Kymar says:
::blinks the light from his eyes and looks down at himself, the real him::

CMO_Kymar says:
::rubs his finger along the bridge of his nose and sighs in relief that the ridges are still there:: Self: I'm home...

XO_Friday says:
::suddenly reappears on the bridge, and is very quiet::

SO_Lorenzo says:
::finds herself standing outside of sickbay::

XO_Friday says:
::after waiting a moment, he stands up and looks around:: Anybody: Report. ::quietly, with a reflective tone to his voice::

CEO_Q`tor says:
::In Main Engineering:: *XO*: Sir, Q'tor here. Is everything all right up there?

CMO_Kymar says:
::feels exhausted from his experience and sits down on the floor::

XO_Friday says:
*CEO*: I think so. ::looks up at the screen:: Our interstellar guest is departing us.

SO_Lorenzo says:
::enters sickbay in great pain..... and frustration::

CMO_Kymar says:
::looks up to see Lorenzo enter sickbay in pain and stands up:: SO: Are you OK?

CEO_Q`tor says:
::feeling confused, and completely disoriented as he looks around::

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: Nay... um.... I mean no.

SO_Lorenzo says:
::breathes unsteadily::

CMO_Kymar says:
::searches around and finds his Tricorder in his belt as usual and takes it out:: SO: Here... :;starts scanning her up and down::

XO_Friday says:
::sits down in the big chair, reflecting on whatever that was that brought them there, and back::

CMO_Kymar says:
SO: Lie down on the biobed quickly, you have a ruptured Ulcer

CEO_Q`tor says:
::sits down in a nearby chair::

SO_Lorenzo says:
::makes her way to the biobed but cant get up onto it::

CMO_Kymar says:
::picks Lorenzo up and sets her down on the edge of the bed:: SO: Wait there.

SO_Lorenzo says:
::with one hand she tries to raise herself onto it.... the other hand is gripping her stomach::

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: I'm not going anywhere doc.

CMO_Kymar says:
::moving to the medicine cabinet he takes out a hypo and a small cartridge::

SO_Lorenzo says:
::closes her eyes and clentches her teeth::

CMO_Kymar says:
SO: This will heal and remove the Ulcer, but it will take about a day for it to begin to take effect ::injects the hypo in her neck::

SO_Yat says:
XO: I am detecting a temporal rupture about  5000 KM away to Starboard. Suggest a 3 second burst of Polarons

CEO_Q`tor says:
Expendable: You, get Ensign Ram in here. I am going to Sickbay

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: I thought you were a miracle worker.  A day? A whole day?

CMO_Kymar says:
:;grabs another cartridge to load into the hypo and injects the SO:: SO: That one was a painkiller, should ease the pain a bit

Ensign_Expendable says:
CEO: Aye sir

XO_Friday says:
Yat: Is it from the orb we came across?

CMO_Kymar says:
SO: I may be a miracle worker, but I'm not that good...yet

SO_Yat says:
XO: No, sir It seems to be a seperate phenomena

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: To hear the story teller tell it you were a man among men.... ::grins::

XO_Friday says:
SO: Ok. Fire the polarons.

CEO_Q`tor says:
::leaves and heads for sickbay::

SO_Lorenzo says:
::closes her eyes, reminding herself it wasnt real::

SO_Yat says:
XO: Aye , Sir ::fires :::

CMO_Kymar says:
SO: ::chuckles:: He wasn't wrong either ::slides his tricorder into his belt and smiles::

SO_Yat says
XO: That closed the rift, sir

SO_Lorenzo says:
::opens her eyes and looks at the doc:: CMO: Then you were there as well?

XO_Friday says:
::watches the stream fire out into space, sitting back:: Yat: Very well.

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: I thought I'd lost my mind.

CMO_Kymar says:
::nods:: SO: Its like, I have the memories of what happened but its only been 2 minutes

CEO_Q`tor says:
::Enters sickbay:: CMO: DOCTOR!

SO_Lorenzo says:
::nods::

XO_Friday says:
Yat: Ensign, set a warning probe, letting people know what they'll be getting into with that sphere.

CMO_Kymar says:
:;turns to face Q'Tor:: CEO: What?

SO_Lorenzo says:
CMO: Thank you Doc.

XO_Friday says:
Yat: As soon as it's ready, fire.

CMO_Kymar says:
::nods:: SO: Your staying here for a day sorry, lie down and make yourself comfortable

SO_Lorenzo says:
::looks over at Q'Tor, wondering if he is still mad at her for the tray of glasses.. then smiles::

SO_Yat says:
XO: Aye, sir, I just wonder what that really was....::fires the bouy ::

CEO_Q`tor says:
::Sees Lorenzo:: CMO: My apologies doctor, I did not know you were busy with a patient

=/\=/\=/\= End Mission =/\=/\=/\=