U.S.S. Quirinus Stardate 10107.23 “The Ties that Bind” Episode Seven
Note: 150th Mission 

Host Little_Pile_of_Goo says:
RECAP: The Girls of Mercy have confessed, so have the Pakleds.  The Quirinus is along side their ship and proceeding with the seizure of property.
 
Host Little_Pile_of_Goo says:
[[[[ Begin Mission - Stardate 10107.23 ]]]]]

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::steps out of his quarters, heading back to the brig::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Sitting on the bridge, in the XO's chair. He still feels uncomfortable in his uniform ... ::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::returning to bridge, composed, he moves to the chair::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: On bridge overseeing transport of property and Pakled prisoners::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Nods to the arriving CO:: CO: Welcome back, sir.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Raythan: Thank you.

CMO_Morgan says:
::in her office, sitting at her desk reviewing PADDs::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
CO: How did the interview with the girls go? Should I perhaps go speak to them ... I believe that whatever ordeals they have gone through, especially in this sort of business, well, they must be traumatic ...

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
::Stands down:: CO: Sir welcome back. I believe you'll find all in order

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: You, thank you.  What have we beamed from the Pakled ship?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::steps aboard the TL::  Brig

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: The personal transporter unit, the Pakled conspirators, other items of contraband

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Raythan: The girls are genetically engineered assassins.  They have no moral compunction.

CMO_Morgan says:
::rubs her eyes tiredly and stretches her sore muscles::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::steps off the lift after a usually short TL ride and begins walking the corridor::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Blinks and stares at the Captain for a moment in silence::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
CO: .....

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
CO: ... Oh.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: Returns to the helm and relieves Ens. Fetchitt::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::arrives in the Brig and heads over to the main security console::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Raythan:  I do not mean to be overly blunt, but they know little more than what Matron tells them to do.  You might however be more able to calm the Pakled crew.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir! We did promise them medals that I believe Raythan replicated for them.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
CO: Certainly, Captain. ::Still feels sorry for the Pakleds. Hears the FCO:: Yes, I have them right here. ::Lifts up the slightly heavy medals which are in his lap::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Raythan: Then by all means.

CMO_Morgan says:
::stands, gets a coffee from the replicator, heads back to her desk and tries to block the images of the murders from her mind::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: Notices the CNS's disapproval of his methods::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::makes a note in the log before approaching the cell::

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::proceeding down the corridor, on his way to the bridge::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
FCO: Sir, could you open a channel to the Pakled?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
::The Girls are braiding each others hair in an odd triangle, and don't acknowledge MacTavish::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CNS: Patching you through to the brig now Lt.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Everitt* Report to Cargo 1.  I need you to inspect the personal transport unit.  Download any possible coordinates.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::watches them, in silence::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*MacTavish* See if you can get a species or some sort of description of the Matron from the Pakleds.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
ACTION: The Girls ignore the simpering of the three Pakleds in the next cell::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Didn't realize that the Pakleds were onboard ... :: FCO: Sorry to be of trouble, sir. You can close the trouble ... I thought they were still on their ship. I'll visit them in the brig. ::Apologetic smile:: CO: That is, if that is all right with you, sir?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::shakes his head to clear it::  *CO*  Aye...  ::steps around to the Pakleds::

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::frowns upon hearing the captain's request, and decides his personal venture will have to wait:: *Sulek* ...Aye, sir.  I'm on my way.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Raythan: Please do. Any information you can gain, would be most helpful.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Nods at the CO & FCO, and exits to the nearest TL::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CNS: As you wish Lt. :: Returns to cleaning the Pakled vessel of contraband::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::looks at the Pakleds with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: We are giving the Pakleds medals, I understand.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
TL: Brig. ::His arm aches ... the medals are REALLY heavy::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> MacTavish:  Do you have our medals?

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir Yes. It seems the Matron was using the enticement of Medals as payment for the Pakled's assistance. they would not give any information otherwise.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Pakled:  No, I'm afraid you were disqualified

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Ahh, a bribe of sorts.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Arrives on Brig deck, strides over into the Brig. Walks in, and looks at the cell in which the girls are braiding each other's hair ... gets a slight chill, and then moves onto the Pakled cell. Nodding with a smile at the CIV::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> MacTavish: But we paid the Matron to make sure we would get medals.... oh no... I did not say that.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir, a counter offer of sorts.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::nods::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Makes sure the medals are visible to the Pakleds:: Pakleds: Hello, I am Counselor Raythan from the Quirinus.

CMO_Morgan says:
::digs out a piece of chocolate she has stashed in one of her desk drawers and munches on it absently::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: The Pakleds are definite argument for maintaining the Prime Directive.

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::Enters the brig reading a padd, looks at the cell of girls and cell of Pakleds.  Shakes his head::  *CO*: Captain.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Pakled:  Ahh...I see...

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
ACTION: A Bolian woman limps into Sickbay wearing a Orbital Diving outfit

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir. The Pakleds did  seem extremely frightened of reprisal from the Matron, if they offered information

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> ::Sees Raythan::  MacTavish:  Do you have our Shiny Medals?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Who would the Pakleds be afraid of?

CMO_Morgan says:
::looks out in to sickbay and startles.  Wonders what a Bolian woman in an Orbital diving outfit is doing there::

CMO_Morgan says:
::exits her office and enters sickbay:: Woman: Can I help you?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Looks at the CIV, waiting for him to respond. Is quite patient::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir the Matron. They spoke of her as well as the girls in the brig.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Woman> Morgan: I think I broke my leg... ::Turns and shows the bone sticking out of her leg, before promptly fainting::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Nural*Continue helping to interrogate the prisoners.  We need more information on this Matron.

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::arrives in Cargo Bay 1, and frowns at the hunk of metal which had been torn off the Pakled's hull::

CMO_Morgan says:
::jumps to grab the woman as she falls and ends up landing on the floor as well::   Ooomph!    Nurse/medic: Someone mind helping me over here!

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
ACTION: No one responds to Morgan's plea

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Pakled:  No, I'm afraid you were disqualified

CMO_Morgan says:
::struggles out from under the woman and somehow manages to get her onto a biobed... grumbling the whole time::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir we are gathering quite a bit of contraband from this ship. It appears our Pakled friends could be held for more than just this incident

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> ::Begin sulking and fidgeting::  To themselves:  We lose... we never win

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
*CO*: Yes sir, my initial research has been fruitless so I will continue to try to get information the girls.

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::looks at the roughly constructed piece of rogue technology, and turns it over, which clangs against the metal deck plates::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Frowns slightly. And looks down at the medals he was planning to give to the Pakleds ... wonders if he should now::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Compile a list for Starfleet Security. We will let them sort out the charges.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Aye sir. I've anticipated that and am transmitting as we speak.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::glances at the CNS, and frowns::  Pakleds:  Excuse us........::motions the CNS back to the main holding area::

CMO_Morgan says:
::working on the Bolian woman... administers Metropan for the break, still grumbling about how hard it is to get good help these days::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Walks over to the main holding area::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Nurse>  Morgan: Did you need my help doctor?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Nurse> Morgan: Because I was just going to get lunch...

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::says it loud enough for the Pakleds to hear::  CNS:  What are those?  ::points at the medals::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::walks up to the holding cell of the girls, just to the edge of the force field::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Flinches slightly:: CIV: Erm ... medals.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
CNS:  Medals?  ::raises his voice, accusingly::  For who?

CMO_Morgan says:
::glares at the Nurse, sickly sweet voice:: Nurse: Oh no.. don't let me stop you.  Go, take lunch.  Please.  Its not like I couldn't have used your help when I was trapped UNDER the woman on the dang floor.  Now I think I've got it covered.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
CIV: The Pakleds ...

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::Pulls up a chair so that he is eye level::  Girls: Hello.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Nurse>  Morgan:  Are you sure?  Did you want anything?

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::familiar with this Ferengi-like technology, he finds the a data interface, and quickly adapts to the proper transfer protocol::

CMO_Morgan says:
::gives the Nurse 'the look of death':: Nurse: Go.  Now.  ::mutters under her breath:: Some competent help would be good.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Nurse>  Morgan:  Okay.. See you later.  ::Literally skips out of sickbay::

CMO_Morgan says:
::finishes treating the break and gives the woman a shot of Rexalin for the pain and waits for her to wake up::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::snatches the medals from the CNS, storms down the corridor and stands in front of the Pakleds force field, waving the medals in front of them, practically shouting::  CNS:  They want to give them medals?!?!?  For murder!?!?!  ::whirls to look at the gathered Pakleds, and then throws the medals at them - watching them bounce off the force field::

CMO_Morgan says:
::mutters:: Nurse: Hope you trip and fall....

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: Turns from the contraband inventory list and checks the helm::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Oooo... what are you?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid:  Have we tried scanning the Pakled ship for trace DNA, perhaps we find the Matron by trace evidence.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Theta> Zeta: He's Betazoid... the eyes

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Pakleds:  Here...take your...blood money.....::spits on them and storms out of the brig::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Eyes widen. Not entirely sure whether or not MacTavish is acting ... or what::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Eta> Zeta: No Romulan... the ears...

CMO_Morgan says:
::pretty sure she needs a nap 'cause her mood is just getting worse!::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> MacTavish:  Money?  We have money.  We want medals. We do sports good

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Watches MacTavish storm out ... suddenly picks up on what happened, and sighs. Quietly and slowly walks over to the fallen medals, kneels down, and picks them up::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Theta, Zeta, and Eta: Your both right.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir. We made a scan for trace DNA prior to pulling out the personal transporter. We had no success in finding any. we are continuing to scan as we remove articles from the ship

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::holds the temporary interface in place, and looks up at the console displaying transport coordinates with timestamps, as well as pattern buffers with DNA records::

CMO_Morgan says:
::gets a grip on her nasty mood, takes a breath and waits for the woman to wake up... still not sure what she was doing on the ship and not seeing the medics on the planet::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Clenches the medals tight in his grasp, and ponders what he can say to MacTavish for what just happened ... but decides to leave that for later:: Pakleds: Hello ... what are your names?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::once outside the brig, stops, straightens tunic, and smiles...walks briskly toward the lifts::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Combination would make your heart weak... we could not torture you long.

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: Would it be alright if I asked you a few questions.  :give a reassuring smile::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Have we been able to determine if the girls lived on the Pakled ship.  If so, the Matron may have shared their quarters or would not be far from them.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural:  You may.... I want to play with your ears.  ::Smiles::

CMO_Morgan says:
::finally recognizes that the woman is a crew member and decides she really, really, really needs a nap::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::steps onto the lift::  Sickbay

CMO_Morgan says:
::wonders if it would be wrong to curl up on a biobed until the woman wakes up.  Decides to do it anyway::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds>  Raythan:  I'm Larry.. This is Moe... that is Dopey

CMO_Morgan says:
::climbs up onto a biobed and closes her eyes::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Thinks those are interesting names for Pakleds ... but puts that to the side:: Pakleds: Would you like these medals? ::Holds them up::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::ignores comment about his ears::  Girls: The Matron, is she your mother?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
ACTION: As Morgan gets on the Biobed, it starts beeping

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::stands up, and references the data shown at the console::

CMO_Morgan says:
::jumps and rolls off the biobed with a yelp::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Some trace DNA from the girls was found on the transporter and in several parts of the ship. This information was just obtained.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Was there other DNA with the girls?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::steps into Sickbay and looks around quizzically::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: No.. she made us though.

CMO_Morgan says:
::pulls herself off the floor with a curse, rubbing her now sore backside::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: What is she like?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: Excluding Pakled

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Smart

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Theta> Nural: Wise

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Eta> Nural: Proficient

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan:  Are you Medal Man?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Smiles:: Pakleds: Yes.

CMO_Morgan says:
::wonders what was with the attack biobed... not seeing MacTavish she wonders if she should attempt it again or just stay awake::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir. After excluding all Pakled DNA and the traces from the girls we have run dry.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan: But we didn't play...

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Gestures to the medals which he wishes were lighter::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
Pakleds: You won by default.

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::Tries to not get frustrated with the one word answers::  Girls:  She sounds like quite a woman.  What does she look like?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan:  D's Fault?

CMO_Morgan says:
Self: Or maybe a different biobed... ::quick glance at the woman and sees she's still unconscious so heads for another biobed::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: How would the Matron be able to not leave any DNA unless she is a. one of the girls, b. a Pakled c. a hologram or computer program.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::watches, surprisingly he doesn’t laugh aloud::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Remains patient:: Pakleds: You won because there was no one else to play with you ... they all quit.

CMO_Morgan says:
::climbs onto the other biobed and closes her eyes still mumbling to herself::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds>  Raythan:  We are not Atho-Leets

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::the remote transporter DNA records match those of the girls, as well as one other unknown female::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
Pakleds: But you still entered into the comp -- ::Thinks of words they might understand:: sports, right?

CMO_Morgan says:
::starts to drift off to sleep::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan:  Our Atho-Leets did.  We did not.  We watch.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: check all communication records aboard the Pakled ship

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Matron.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir. The girls all seem unlikely. They as well as the Pakleds are being led like sheep. However a hologram would be a logical choice. Checking now sir.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
Pakleds: But you still get the medals for your atho-leets. Because they are YOUR atho-leets. ::Really hopes the CTO doesn't hear him like this::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: I have never seen a Matron, could you be more descriptive?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::walks over to a console and dims the lights in Sickbay, quietly heading back to the CMO's office::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: No

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
::Blinks and looks at Nural’s ears, and grins::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::Tries not to snicker at the Counselors conversation::  Girls:  Why not?

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: Filters all communications to and from the Pakled vessel during the games. ::hands the task over to Fetchitt to avoid the assault on his mind::

CMO_Morgan says:
::shifts on the biobed, mumbling in her sleep::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::walks around to Rhi's desk and places the empty coffee cup in the replicator for recycling and begins routing the readouts to the desk console::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Because....  Can I play with your ears?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Raythan* Any luck finding out about the...::pauses for a moment, knowing the Pakleds may hear::...guest on the other ship?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan: O K... GIMME!!

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::again ignores ear comment::  Girls: Because why?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
*CO* I'm working on it, sir. ::Reassuring smile to the Pakleds::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Because... I want to rip your ears off.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::orders some ice water from the replicator and sits in the CMO's office chair....getting comfy::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Raythan* Try to be a quick as possible...I would not want the guest to be able to leave.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
:: Looks over at Fetchitt to see if he is still lucid enough to distinguish a real transmission through all the Pakled drivel::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::smiles::  Girls: Actually I am quite fond of my ears and would like the to remain attached.  Is the Matron humanoid?

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::finding no other obvious information, he catalogs it in the ship's computer, and pulls up a reference to it on his PADD:: *CO* I've found some useful information from the remote transporter, is there someone I should be reporting this directly too?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Motions to the security officer to lower the force field. Once he does, he steps into the brig cell, and begins to hand out the medals:: Pakleds: So, do you like those girls? ::Gestures to the Girls of "Mercy" in the next cell::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::leans back, putting his feet up....and as he looks across his desk, nearly spews water across it....::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural:  Please let me play with your ears.. they are so... pointy.

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
*Everitt*Send all information to Vid.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds>  Raythan:  Pretty Girls, Smart Girls

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
*CO* Aye, sir.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
Pakleds: Yes they are. Do the girls know a pretty smart woman?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::swallows, coughing, as he picks up a pair of old...looking anyway....hypoallergenic latex gloves, looks at them dubiously, then out into sickbay""

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: I assume the Matron wouldn’t be pleased by you capture.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: Its a contingency.  We will be dead in two days

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::eyebrows knit, not sure what to make of them::

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::taps his comm., and requests the commander:: *FCO* I have some information from the remote transporter that you may find useful.

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: How will you die?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Computer:  Please play Bach's Taccato and Fuege in D Minor please....softly...

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural:  Not like you.... we stop

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
*CEO*: Forward it to OPS console please

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: We can protect you.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
Computer:  No...::thinks better of it...stands::  ignore that...

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan:  Smart Woman yes... she talk funny.  Girls talk for her.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::leaving the glass of water where it rests on the desk, walks back out into sickbay, pulling up a chair next to the CMO's biobed....::

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Thinks that's an important piece of information ... remembers that:: Pakleds: Was the Smart Woman's skin smooth, or did it have bumps?

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan: She hide behind fabric.  We not know

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir incoming transmission from Presidia Planetary Counsel

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::"Hmmm ..."::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: On screen.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::leans forward and with a quiet sigh, rests his head against the soft covers - suddenly feeling very sleepy::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Aye Sir ::Opens viewscreen:

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
::smirks at the Vulcan's no nonsense approach:: *FCO* Aye, sir.  I'm sending you the raw data's catalog location now.  Also, I thought I should mention the extra DNA signature in the pattern buffer.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::feels the fatigue of the research and interrogations wash over him like a river.  Thinks:  I'll close my eyes for just a few minutes...::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::Stands, straightening uniform:: PPC: This is Captain Sulek.  How may I be of service.

CMO_Morgan says:
::rolls over, mumbles and whacks MacTavish::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: No you can't... Please let me rip your ears off.. I can show you how pretty they are.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
*CEO*: Thank you Everitt. Could you isolate the extra pattern?

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::snorts in surprise as he feels a warm stream of blood go streaming from his now swollen nose - loosing his balance in surprise he slips back and smacks his chin down on the biobed...hard::

CMO_Morgan says:
::startled awake she rolls off the other side and lands on the floor... again::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: Doesn't it bother you that the Matron is going to just throw you away.  Don't you want to get back at her?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Steps out of the Pakled brig cell, figures he won't be able to get any more out of them. He smiles:: Pakleds: Enjoy your medals, guys.

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
*FCO* No, sir.  I haven't yet referenced it to the Starfleet database.

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::sits there, on the deck, seeing stars, looking down in surprise at the spreading red patch on his tunic...and snorts blood loudly::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
<Pakleds> Raythan: Oh thank you Medal Man

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: No

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
*CEO*: We'll take it from here. If you find anything else please let the bridge know immediately.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Has the sec. officer raise the force field. And walks over to the CTO ... ::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::turns and spits the blood out onto the carpet....the wonders of modern technology will get that stain out lickety split::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: Are my ears prettier than the matron's?

CMO_Morgan says:
::dazed:: Self: What the..?  ::hears MacTavish and quickly gets up.. smacking her head on the underside of the biobed::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
::Looks confused::  Nural:  Yes..

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::hears the wet thud of flesh to metal and looks back at the CMO, comically rubbing her head in pain::  CMO:  Wanna watch where you're swinging those arms

CMO_Morgan says:
Out loud: OUCH! ::rubs her stinging head::

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
Girls: So she just has plain old human ears huh?

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Stands behind the CTO, listening::

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural: No

CMO_Morgan says:
MacTavish: What are you doing going around and startling poor sleeping CMO's!

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
Nural:  I want to rip your ears off.

CNS_Lt_Raythan says:
::Blinks in shock at the girl who says that::

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
::Waits for PPC to respond::

CIV_LT_MacTavish says:
::swings his head up and stop the bleeding::  CMO:  Trying to get some rest myself, Love...and perhaps be a bit sweet in the process... ::turns and spits more blood, the oozing slowing - thankfully::

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Sir it appears the Planetary Counsel prefers not to go on screen. they are asking to have the prisoners and evidence turned over to them.

CMO_Morgan says:
::makes a face at the blood:: Mac: Um.. oops?  Sorry 'bout that.  Come here then and let me fix you up.  You're messing up my carpet. ::smiles::

CEO_Lt_Everitt says:
*FCO* Aye, sir.  ::closes his end of the comm., and stares across the huge, empty, steel-cold cargo bay, looking at the transporter device, now in shambles.  Somehow it all seemed rather metaphoric.:: 

CTO_Lt_Torok_Nural says:
::senses the CNS and turns around.  CNS<whispers>: Pleasant aren't they?

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: We will turn over the prisoners when we have finished questioning them. Send all information to them.

FCO_Cmdr_Vid says:
CO: Aye. Transmitting response now

Host CO_Capt_Sulek says:
Vid: As soon as Raythan and Nural are finished.  Arrange transport.

Host Zeta-Theta-Eta says:
[[[[[ End Mission ]]]]]

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