greetings again, Mike

Greetings again :)

I read the log

Cool :)

if i am one of the parties you referred to, Captain, the incident I was involved in is closed, in my mind <g>

You were actually mentioned in it in an offhand way, but you probably noticed that

:: nods :: Yup

As I said, I'm not doing anything about it unless someone asks me to

Hello, Jeme

oops Jemen, oy

hiya, Mark

hiya guys

OK, you're in the OOC room, time to spec ya here

Howdy Anders

Mike: You exasurated (however you spell it) on the Romulan part... Or my part

hi, Anders

Hey Cheryl

Exaggerated?

You've went to far with my words

Howdy Hobbes

Howdy Jason

My language. They are fluent to you?

hi, Hobbes

Anders -- sorry about that, didn't have much to go off of

Or, should I say, Damal in this room

Me care not though.

We'll just play it by ear tonight, I can always write a log saying Starfleet was wrong

looc!

uh oh

Happy April Fools Day!

or should i say

ho hu

Everyone do kind gentle tricks to everyone?

Indeed, and to you to Counselor

I had fun with verbs!

Not yet Hobbes, but that's part of the fun of tonight's specially selected mission! :)

Oh, and I'm being transfered from the Yamato to a knother ship soon... I loved serving with you

best word to say backwards is spoo

oops

I told annoying people that they were my idol and started to worship them until it drove them mad.

It was nice having you here, Anders. Always sorry to lose a Chief Engineer.

April fools!

Remember, even though we may do some stuff backwards, k**f is still a naughty no no.

He didn't say it yet...

k**f?

hello

Lieutenant Frank!

Frank?!?!

Oh, never mind, I know what you ment

Howdy Rankf

Rankf!!!!?!!!

Howdy diddle to ya, Mr. Romulan.

greetings, Rankf

Oh boy, this is fun.

I'm only 1/4 .... My Grandpa was part Romulan

Ensign Mumbler!

(I have an alias for everyone who isn't here yet!)

Thanks Bill, missed that

Hello Zax

i can read your mind ya know!

Baz Trek: The Bazerewsky Generation

{{{{{Chris}}}}}}}}

What is goin on today?

Ensign Carrot!

Question...

{{{CHERYL}}}}

Damn Bill, moving too fast for me

Our Captain has made things difficult again <eg>

Sorry. Anders, you got a promo last week, I heard in Crusader Wednesday?

Howdy, NK

What ever happened to Misty??

Good eveing Sir

I want a Gavel, but I'm to young

Rankf: No one knows. I plan to choose a new XO soon.

.....

Me Me!

I have 2 candidates in mind, they probably know who they are.

who is Mimi?

Um, I'm the CMO, just like Misty, and have never missed a game without a valid excuse!

who?

Oh, I don't know who I am, so never mind.

I've never missed a game

You're also the new boy.

But you are leaving Anders, and you don't have the rank.

That's because you live in vTrek, Anders

What?

I'm not leaving

geez....

:: shrug :: I misunderstood you, I thought you said you were transferring

Ohhh.......

I have a Chinese Windows 95 Keyboard, serious! I am so happy. Not joking. Now I can use both Chinese Windows and US Windows 95.

You are Chinese?

yes.

Ah...cool

are you chinese?

my best friend is chinese

I am intrested in the culture

Cool Hobbes, so you have the language select thing on the system notification area?

sign em up

Also the martial arts

uh... no nm'ber. I'm... uh... Bosnian!

yep.

duh!

that duh! was to ZAX

Okay, all OOC moves to OOC room now :)

------ Resume Mission -----

sorry, missed it

:: on bridge ::

Mr. Ison, ETA?

:: at Tac, twiddling thumbs ::

::in science laboratory, checking experiments::

Captain: Sir, ETA to Delta Undani is 42 minutes at present speed.

::science station #2 signing on duty::

:: In Engineering sitting on top of "the pool table" ::

Ison: And that speed is?

Captain: Sir, current velocity is warp 4.

Ison: Okay, take us up to Warp 7

Ison: Then report new ETA

*Captain*: Sir, if I'm required, please comm me

Captain: Aye, sir. Revised ETA is 9 minutes.

Rankf: Begin tactical scans

::in Holodeck 3, undergoing rigorous physical training::

Cap: Aye sir

*Lonacher* Understood, bridge out

::configuring sensors::

Nm'ber: Begin science scans when ready

:: Thumping the panel initiating tactical scans ::

::fiddling with petrie dishes::

Cap: Nothing to report, yet

*Captain* I'm in my quarters, if you need anything, give me a snap

Cap: in progress

*Imboden* Understood, Baz out.

::stands up::

::begins to stare intently at console, then shakes head to clear cobwebs::

:: Turns on viewer ::

::sits down::

Uhh, Captain?

Ison: Yup?

I don't know how to say this sir, but the planet is moving.

:: looks at him oddly ::

Cap: Aye sir, i read that here as well

Nm'ber: Can you confirm that?

::begisn to float around sick bay with othe rpatients as nurses scream::

::awakes::

Cap: most planets do move

Rankf: Wonderful

CaP: Aye,

<computer> Accessing Starfleet long-distance sub-space relays... communication channel opened

Nm'ber: Yes, Ensign, they do, I believe we are referring to unusual movement

*Bridge* Are you having trouble with gravity on deck 8?

Nm'ber: Yes, but this one has assumed a parallel course to the Yamato.

*Varek*: are you occupied somewhere?

:: looks at Nm'ber for the answer to Ronjomo's question ::

Captain: Sir, ETA is at 5 minutes and holding, despite our approach at warp 7.

Cap: scanning planet

*Bridge* Hello??? Wake up! I'm floating here!

<computer> communications jammed...

::pausing just long enough to hear his name, he is almost caught offguard and hit by his holo-enemy::

::boy is that a big ship or what::

CaP: I am checkingg for weaponry of any kind...recomend yellow alert

:: still waiting for Nm'ber to reply to Ronjomo ::

Ison: Okay, Warp 8

*Varek* oops, sorry

<computer> Romulan Star empire transmission eliminated

Rankf: Yellow alert it is!

*Nm'ber* Yo! Science geek! I want my gravity back!

Captain: Aye, sir.

YELLOW ALERT!!

::alert lights flash blue, then green, then striped like a barber's pole::

*Damal* More problems?

::nicely:: *Anders* Yes, we've lost artifivial gravity on Deck 8.

::ducking deftly benath the swing, he swings his an-woon and catches the enemy around the throat.......soon the opponent is unconscious.....whhhheeewww that was close::

*Damal* Why do you do this....

*Anders* No help to that worthless num... person on the bridge!

computer: pause holo program, save as Varek-delta-3

Captain: Sir, the planet continues to recede from our approach.

*Anders* What! Shipwide problems are now all my fault! I am tired of this! I was resting my eyes when I began to float!

Ison: Full stop!

::overhears comm transmission, moves to bridge::

Captian: we have a tractor beam disturbing our enirtial systems

Nm'ber: From where?

::sighs:: so much for my experiments in the lab

Cap: seems to be coming from that planet

Captain: Aye, sir. Engine room answers full stop.

<computer> program saved

*Ronjomo* I think I can help you. No, there not your fault, its just that they happen around you

Ison: Change that, station keeping

bad luck... jeez

::enters TL::

Nm'ber: From the planet?

*Anders* Let me tell you, I could have any engineering console exlode in my face when I want to so... um... never mind...

Rankf: What have you got on scanners?

::stepping out of holodeck 3:: *lonacher* I am sorry, ensign. How can I help you?

Captain: Aye, sir. Station keeping wrt what?

Cap: yes sir, at least it seems that way,

Ison: Navigation thrusters only if possible

CaP: Sir, i see little potential of attack from this planet...

:: Walks to engineering panels and starts to tap things ::

::scans surrounding area::

::exits TL onto Bridge::

*Damal* Whats that you say?

Cap: No humanoid life forms

*Anders* It's called bad karma, and it's probabally your doing.

cheryl: will you help me please

Nm'ber: certainly

*Ronjomo* Imboden out!

brief me, please?

::sits at console::

::ooh! my favorite song is on! BRB!::

Computer: locate ensign Lonacher

<computer> ensign Lonacher is on the bridge

the sensors are showing a tractor, or some kind of beam disturbing our dampening systems

:: walks into lift ::

Captain, the planet is now orbiting us, rather than its sun.

:: Sees Varek coming to door::

But no humanoids to control it....

:: Lets him in ::

::heading towards his quarters as he wonders what it was Lonacher wanted::

Varek: Need a lift?

nm'ber: most interesting

anders: thank you

[never mind what I said]

::considering the data displayed on the console::

cheryl: I can"t scan the planet, being blocked

nm'ber: I noticed

::enters TL:: deck 7. Where are you headed Mr. Imboden?

:: considers everything told to him ::

Main Bridge

:: TL Stops for varek to get off ::

Okay, we have no life, and the planet is orbiting us and sending out a tractor beam.

nm'ber: can we circumvent the blocked frequencies?

C-ya Varek

This is all pretty unbelievable

Rankf: Full sensor diagnositcs!

:: TL goes up to bridge and walks out ::

anders: most assuredly ensign

Aye sir, already on it

Engineering to the bridge

nm'ber: any thoughts?

::steps out of TL and walks towards quarters::

cheryl: I'm changing frequencies

::as soon as Rankf begins sensor diagnostics, all consoles begin showing a replay of last year's Cestus III World Series::

:: sensor diagnostics beginning::

<bak>

:: suddenly stops pacing ::

What the heck?

Cheryl: I'm letting the computer switch frequencies and watching for changes

:: looks at the main viewer ::

::gazes in amazement at the console::

wow

::arrives at quarters:: fwooooshh

Captain? Why does this show Cestus III's World series from last year?

::looks at the captain::

Uh...... Mr. Imboden, since you're up here, figure out what the heck that is!

:: points ::

Yes, sir

You tell me, you're the Chief Engineer

::line drive down the line, 3B makes a diving catch::

Find the problem!

Yess sir

Cheryl: Theres another energy beam heading our way, but, its realllll slow???

::walks around sickbay, finding everyone, not only hurt and dazed, but confused.

and in three-d, too::

:: Glances back at the dive to home ::

::stares at the screen::

Cap: apparently, nothing seems wrong.::

:: Opens panel below consul ::

::looking into quarters, he sees a romulan woman looking back at him. Her eyes are the same silver grey as his own::

Rankf: :: with a look of disbelief :: You could have fooled me :: points at main viewer ::

::and the side is retired. After 4 innings, it's 3-1.::

:: Pulls a wire and puts it 2 spots over ::

Now we have the 1996

I mean, baseball!

::looks::

*Bridge* Okay, that gravity thing was okay, at least no one got seriously hurt, but that is no reason to reinstall the Medical Operating System. This is too much! Today may be April Fools and all, but it's getting a little crazy!

::unsure, he simply stares into her cold gaze::

:: sigh :: Computer, explain the source of the image on the main viewer

::fingers tap keys on console::

Baseball?!?!?!

::image on main viewer changes::

::without explanation, all consoles suddenly return to normal::

::what the hell is worng with this console?::

*Ronjomo* We

<romulan woman> Come right in, Telarus....this is your room after all

*Ronjomo* W

*Bridge* By the way... what the hell is a "Bazrosoft Shutters?"

Now we have the 96' Minnesota Twins opener with A hit by Molitor and it's a single... Lawton comes home.. OUT!

<damn> *Ronjomo* we are working on it. And I don't know

Cap: Sensors indicate everything is still normal...

*Ronjomo* Just keep your people calm and do your best

*Ronjomo* Anders will join you as soon as he can, bridge out

::stepping in quietly and cautiously..reaching out to her with his mind....probing for her thoughts::

::running diagnostics on science console:: this can't be right......

Imboden: As soon as you can, get down to Sickbay

::Rankf's diagnostic now reveals that sensors are now capable of scanning the entire known universe, including subspace and some dimensions not yet discovered::

::Replaces wire to another place as counsouls go to normal ::

Yes Sir

*Bridge* Sorry, but can I move Sick bay to a guest quarter? Sick Bay has lost power, but the doors are all open.

Cap: C.a..p..t..a..i..n...look over here!!

fwoooossh ::the door to Varek;s quarters close::

*Ronjomo* Yes, Doctor, permission granted. Bridge out.

:: walks over to console ::

::moves over to watch over Rankf's shoulders:: most interesting, new dimensions

Okay, very funny Mr. Rankf, now make it go away

Cap: The sensors are now capable of scanning the entire known universe, including subspace and some dimensions not yet discovered

::begisn to move sickbay:: <brb! another great song! I'm on a roll!>

:: Turns ::

::shakes head:: is there an echo??

rom Woman: Who are you and how did you get on board?

:: Walks into TL :: Sickbay

:: Walks out ::

standby

:: looks at Tac panel :: Lonacher! Do your sensors show this nonsense?

Cap: There is an unknown life form on this ship...Romulan i believe

Where did that come from?

<Romulan Woman> Varek: Why you must know by now who I am.....Don't you recognize me?

:: Walks by Varek's quarters ::

Captain: my panels do indeed show that

Cap: I recommend RED ALERT!!

:: sighs deeply :: Okay, this is not funny at all

<bak>

::suddenly, the entire Starfleet Admiralty appears in front of the captain's chair::

AHhhhh!!

Captain: it seems that our systems are affected severely

Lonacher: Agreed

:: Romulan renegades appear in front of me with weapons ::

Computer, begin preparations for emergency manual control switch

*Bridge* Intruder alert

Cap: RED ALERT!!!?

Yes, Red Alert for what it's worth

All: Red ALERT!!

!!!

*Captain* Or fakes, I'm not sure what they are

::lights flash purple, then suddenly disappear altogether::

*Varek* Take a look at what Anders has got, check it out

Rom Woman: You are familiar....

::watches purple lights:: wow

*Varek* Varek, respond!

:: One trys to shoot at me but I duck ::

:: Pounds panel :: Captain: I cannot check the intruder from here...

::does not hear the Captain::

Rankf: Go check it out, and find Varek while you're at it!

Captain: I'll try to reach Varek

Cap: Aye sir

Lonacher: Good, that will work

*Varek* are you there?

Lonacher: Work with Rankf

:: Charges at one but noly to find out that they aren't real as I slam into Vareks door ::

:: To the T/L

::Starfleet Admirals dissolve, to be replaced by the Klingon High Council::

<Romulan woman>: Does the name Dol'Varek mean anything to you?

Lon: Come on...

::looks at Rankf:: following, mr

:: Lays on the floor brused but not horrible

Rom Woman: Dol'varek? How do oyu know that name?

::moves to TL::

Computer: Where is ensign Varek?

Ison: Try to get those scans in order!

:: Falls unconcious ::

<computer> ensign varek is in his quarters

Computer: Where is the intruder?

:: turns around, sees a Cardassian Gul on the bridge ::

What the heck!

<computer> there is no intruder

:: pulls out phaser, sets to kill ::

Lonacher: Go to Varek's quarters and retrieve him to the bridge

TL: to Ensign Varek's quarters, ASAP

:: points at the delusion, which happens to be in front of Ison ::

Rankf: on my way

rom woman: Kelanna??????

You stop right there!

Computer: A romulan woman...

Oh no! *Anders* Did you folx seperate the ship?

:: Bleeding now, blood leakes into Vareks quarters ::

::TL whooshes Lonacher to Varek's deck::

::realization and fear cross my mind::

*Rankf* When you're done down there, get you or Varek up here, we have a problem.

:: Follows Lon to Varek's::

::exits TL

::

::Klingon High Council dissolves, replaced by Lou Gehrig, Babe Ruth, and Buck Bokai::

*Cap* Aye

<computer> oh that intruder, she's working with Varek in his quarters

:: Heads back into TL

:: Sitting in Vareks doorway bleeding and unconcious ::

::

:: Heads to bridge::

<rom woman> varek: so kind of you to recognize me big brother

*Cap* What is prblem?

Captain! Don't shoot!

ok

::grabbing head as the pain returrns::

*bridge* ensign Anders is injured; is it possible to beam him directly to sick bay?

rom woman: THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

Okeeeeey *Some Smart Person with glasses and big ears, like Ross Perot* Did you folx seperate the ship?

Look, I don't know how you got here, but I won't shoot if you don't move

::enters bridge, to see cap pointing a phaser at ison::

Just stay right there

:: Energy bolts shoot down ::

CAPTAIN: DROP THE PHASER!!

:: Hits me ::

Don't move, not an inch!

::tries to access Varek's quarters::

::draws phaser::

:: turns to Rankf ::

::points it at the Captain::

NOW!

<rom woman> nothing is impossible when the mind is in control

:: phaser still up ::

::baseball players dissolve, replaced by Bill Gates reminding everyone to pay their MSN bills promptly::

Cap: I will shoot,

::door to Varek's quarters opens for Lonacher::

You will shoot me for holding a Cardassian on the bridge?

Drop IT!!

[Lonacher: I'm against Vareks door bleeding unconcious]

I think that that is reason for a resignation right now, Mr. Rankf

Cap: There is no Cardasian...

::Ison ducks under console, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire::

Cap: To sick bay sir, please

*Shipwide Alert* I'd like to inform everyone that the temp sick bay is in Room 2109.

Computer, site to site transport program Baz Security 12, Rankf center

<romulan woman> varek: We should talk again...... good bye......

::still trying to figure out scanners::

::enters Varek's quarters::

:: And poof, the phasers on Rankf all go away ::

:looks around to see who Varek is talking to::

::the romulan woman hits a control at her belt and beams off the ship::

As I said Mr. Rankf, this kind of insubordination calls for a resignation

:: Suddenly a beam hits and Anders is fixed up ::

::falling to my knees::

Sir: You do not under stand

::rushes to Varek's side:: Varek: what happened?

::Lonacher can feel something reaching into her mind, at the fringes::

:: turns, points to where Ison was :: I do not understand what, this

Cardassian sitting right here in front of me?

Cap: You were to attack ison

::Bill Gates disappears, replaced by Teddy Roosevelt using a big stick to hit V. I. Lenin::

::freezes::

Cap: I suggest you head to sick bay

:: Runs onto bridge only to see Roosevelt ::

And leave this here?

::turning, looks directly into Lonacher's eyes. Cold silver eyes meet hers and burrow beneath her consciousness::

I ......

Cap: Aye, i will take care of it...

:: poof, the Card disappears from his eyes ::

Cap: Please...

::humm, the crew seems to be caught up in a mental demensia::

::stares back, lost, gone...sinking::

<Hello wmhphlps, welcome to the Yamato, you are welcome to stay and watch if you'd like>

:: shakes head ::

::turns to find his sickbay full of dead corpses on the temp biobeds as the ghost of christmas future points to one of the sheets::

It was another illusion wasn't it?

:: to no one in particular ::

Aye sir

Captain: What is going on, sir?

Ison: I don't know, Mr. Ison, I don't know

::there are depths of her mind to which she has never been taken, but Lonacher is dragged along in the wake of Varek's probe::

Um, Nm'ber, I know I'm not a science officer but why do I see some sub-space thing appear on your sensors?

Captain: recommend we get away from this area of space, it seems to be disturbing out brain patterns

::TR and Lenin disappear, replaced by Ithcy and Scratchy::

Oh, Cheryl, did you hear that?

(oops, Itchy)

:: places phaser on Captain's Chair arm rest ::

Ison: Get us out of here...Maximum Warp...

Itchy and Scratchy!

Nm'ber: Agreed

Captain: Aye, sir. I'll try.

:: Bloodbath on floor ::

Ison: Follow through with Mr. Rankf's order

If possible

:: sits in Captain's Chair ::

::in Lonacher's mind she hears:: Cheryl, I do not understand what is happening to me.....HELP ME....

::turns to console, which promptly changes into a rather large abacus::

::struggles to regain her senses::

Captain: are we leaving?

:: Walks into Engineering ::

Nm'ber: Assuming Mr. Ison can get us to, yes

::moves beads on abacus, trying to get a response::

::grabs cheryl in his arms and forces her to gaze back into his eyes::

::sinking deeper::

::falling::

:: shakes head at the madness going on around him ::

Captain: with your permission, I can still function, can I route flight control to my station?

*Captain* Umm, we didn't invite Jim Carrey and A circus onboard, did we?

Ison: Is that necessary?

:: The main viewer mysteriously changes into a 1930's automobile view, running over pedestrians... ::

::the surroundings change and Lonacher finds herself outside the fiery falls of a distant world::

[What?]

<Hello Jhedi, welcome to the U. S. S. Yamato, you are welcome to stay and watch if you'd like ::

Captain: I suggest we give it a try sir. I can't do anything from here.

*Bridge* I am asking again, this joke is not funny, now, who installed the holodeck progectors in here, because it is getting strange!

::with a valiant effort, shakes her head ald looks around::

::it is a beautiful sight....one of natural power::

Nm'ber: Do it, max warp, get us anywhere vut here

oops but

<meant and>

::Nm'bers console promptly changes into a potted fern::

::reconfigures display and PUNCHES Warp 8

:: Walks onto bridge ::

*Ronjomo* Can't talk now, too many problems, bother Mr. Imboden, bridge out

:: Lonacher feels the grip of another person, but she sees no one beside her. It is a gentle grasp, warm and safe::

Captain: setting course 230-19-004

::wonderful colors::

Captain!

::hits comm badge:: Varek: are you here too?

<Howdy Gene>

<hey, Gene>

Anders: yes?

::stares around in amazement::

:: Opens a panel on the side of the bridge ::

<Evening.>

Don't make him bother mew!

me!

::touches a flower::

::in cheryl's mind she hears:: I am beside you always.........

*Mr. Imboden* I wanna bother you now. You're mean, and my compuder is still sayin' You suck" on it.

I've gotten tired of problem and problem

::the flower moves to touch Lonacher's hand....as if it has a mind of it's own.....::

*Damal* Sounds good, i'll get to you after 100 other things!

::wonders off to see what other wonders are here::

CXaptain:clearing distorted space

Nm'ber: If you are still with me, ETA until we are outta here?

:: Readies himself for a Klingon Suicide ritual, knife gleaming with presence.. :

::wanders even::

That answers that, scratch the question

::suddenly the beauty fades, quickly replaced by sights of rock and technology::

Keep us at Warp 8 for quite a while.....

::reality starts to take hold again::

*Ronjomo* are you with us?

Cap: Lets destroy the darn thing...

*bridge* can you hear me??

::Nm'ber's console now changes into an Apple 2e::

Computer, begin complete vessel scan, find out who is where and how they are

::there are people (romulans) everywhere...they don't seem to notice Lonacher::

*Anders* Do you really need help? Not me of course, but i have a friend who can help you.

*Lonacher* This is the bridge, go ahead

*Ronjomo* No, i'll handle it

*captain* ::lonacher fades out....::

Rankf: Destroy what, the planet? We can't get there, it keeps "moving away"

*Ronjomo*are you with us?

:: Looks at things ::

::there are Romulan scientists and officers with rankings and crests that identify them::

Cap: Oh.

Computer, locate Ensign Lonacher, now!

*anders* my very gud friend, cheif engineer og the crusader is onboard. if he's alive, i'll get him to ya!

Rankf: :: shrug ::

Cap: I see

*Nm'ber* Where are you?

<computer> ensign lonacher is in Varek's quarters

Cap: Then what is causing our...umm....disturbances

?

::watches the romulans, who can't see her::

Captain: can the computer vent a antihysteria drug through the ship?

::they are hustling about all seem intent on entering the next room::

Computer, who else is in Mr. Varek's quarters?

Rankf: I wish I knew

<computer> Ensign Varek is in his quarters

Captain: Look on the viewer, I don't think that Romulan Warbird is fake

Cap: I'll work on it.

Nm'ber: That is an excellent thought, coordinate with Dr. Ronjomo

Rankf: Hail the warbird

::Ison turns to the captain to ask a question, when he notices that the captain's nose is growing longer by the second::

:: Romulan Warbird locks on ::

::thinks to herself:: most curious....... ::strolls off following the romulans::

Cap: Ron is incapacitated, may I

::as the supporting "arm" leads lonacher into the next room, she witnesses a frightening sight::

::dances up to a console in the room and shuts off all lights on yamato and then gives it an anonymous 100 number code which is sealed with an alpha one clearance::

::but she stares in wonder at what she sees::

:: watches lights go out ::

::configures venting spray::

:: Checking tac to see what is causing the prob... , then, with a security override, unseals Habbes' lock::

::and blinks at the darkness::

Captain: There is only 1 more thing to do

::the scientists are gathered around a screaming woman. She is on a table and seems to be in great pain::

Rankf: Hail the Warbird!

Anders: Don't do anything!

AYE,\

::Hobbes see's the lock seal broken, but laughs because of the 100 number code!

:: Hailing::

::VENTING ANTIHYSTERIA SPRAY::

*Varek or Lonacher* Either of you, answer now!

Sir, onscreen.

::shakes head::

::the woman is not Romulan......She is very very beautiful.....pregnant......giving birth...::

<Devoras> I am Admiral Cliojang of the Imperial Warbird Devoras

::the image fades and is gone::

::moves to help::

::clearing his head, shaking::

::the image is gone::

*Cliojang* Hello, this is Captain Baz of the Federation Starship Yamato, how may we help you?

<Devoras> What have you done to us? We experiance some "Dilusions".... You will pay for your attack

::loooking around him he sees Cheryl::

::faint sense of something I should do::

::reconfigures panel to circumvent all panels to science::

*Cliojang* I assure you Admiral, it was not us

::image of Romulan commander changes into a Pakled trade ship bridge::

Cap: Thier shields are up

*Cliojang* We are handling the same problem

Cap: Locking weapons...

<Devoras> How can we trust you Federation

::as the scene around fades, hits the comm button::

::shields, up

::

We are still at Red Alert, no?

::rising, he steps towards Lonacher, looking awkward and unsure::

Aye sir

<Devoras> I only trust Romulans

Okay, then we have shields and such, fine :)

Lonacher: Ensign ::regaining composure:: I am sorry for what just happened

::as he turns to the screen, Ison wonders why a Pakled would be speaking in Romulan?::

::glances at Varek:: *bridge* Lonacher here; what is happening?

Cliojang: I'm 1/4 Romulan, I assure you that we are not the cause

:: ignoring image on screen :: *Cliojang* We are trying to work it out ourselves, I wish I could

::realizes there is a red alert::

:: lets Anders handle it ::

::disoriented::

*Lonacher* A heck of a lot, get up here

*Lonacher* Baz out

<Devoras> I still can't belive it, prepare to be boarded!

Captain: Aye sir

lonacher: what is happening?

TRANSMISSION CUT

Varek: the captain needs us on the bridge

* Cliojang* I am 100% Klingon and would never use such cowardice tactics to battle!

Cheryl, here, let me massage your.........................................brain

::runs to TL::

::suddenly, all chairs on the bridge disappear, unceremoniously dumping captain and crew on the deck::

Oof!

*bridge*: We are on our way Captain

:: NOT ME!! ::

::runs to TL with Lonacher::

:: sighs after hitting the floor ::

:: R:omulan warbird fires on Yamato ::

TL: bridge, ASAP

Captain: I still control all ship functions from my panel , sir.

:: stands, does Picard Maneuver ::

:: Already was STANDING at TAC

:: well, okay, Riker Maneuver ::

::enters TL and awaits lonacher:

?

::Romulan disruptor fire turns into ketchup as it hits the Yamato's shields::

Nm'ber: It looks like Rankf is with us still, let him keep his stuff

::riker manuever::complete::

<already there, Varek>

::thinking to Lonacher:: Lonacher: I need to talk to you and explain what happened

:: Warbird knows the attack and repells it by cloaking and de-cloaking... Now boarding Yamato ::

<sorry cheryl :)>

Yes, sir

Varek: there will be time later

:: Uh, I don't think so Anders ::

lonacher: I know. I know

:: I meant the shurt-tug, not the ship movement ::

:: They can't board when we have sheilds up ::

<With disrupter fire to>

::TL whooshes towards bridge::

::tactical off line to tactical::

<oops shurt=shirt>

::jumps out of TL and surveys the bridge::

::Rom disruptor fire now changes from ketchup to mustard::

:: Hits nonstop hits, as Romulans attack with photon torpedoes::

::seeing the complete chaos, he stops and begins to internalize his thoughts::

::exits TL; looks at Captain Baz:: Sir, the situation??

:: shakes head :: I wish I knew, Ensign

Take Ops and see what you can tell me

::mysteriously, some of the Romulan 'mustard' penetrates to the bridge, scattering all over Rankf's uniform::

lonacher: there is something very wrong here. their minds......they are clouded........

::runs up to Nurse Louis Stephens::Wanna know something? Baz is a loser! You are! The Yamato is! Starfleet is! I am! Wah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

Cap: we are still moving at warp 8, your orders sir?

::moves to Ops console::

:: Looks gown at shirt::

Whos Tactical officer currently?

::releases Ops::

::starts tapping buttons, trying to catch up::

::disoriented nurse stares at the insane doctor is bewilderment::

::Walks toward Ison, in a menacing manner::

Nm'ber: Take us to the Cenda Tingh system

Cap: still moving away from border, any orders sir

Nm'ber: Once there, get us to Starbase 31

::glances at the captain::

::Ison's abacus changes back to the helm console::

Rankf: Only one thing to do attack with code 10097. I made it myself

Nm'ber: We need to get a rest break here real soon, the gas does not seem to be doing it

::sets star and manuevers to Cenda Tingh::

Sir, we need the doctor

:: Romulan Warbird leaves at warp knowing that the Yamato isn't worth capture although it is ::

::he room door locks disengage and Ronjomo runs to the TL goes to Deck two and runs amok::

Anders: Excuse you?

<Hello, DA_Enterprises, welcome to the Yamato, you are welcome to stay and watch if you'd like>

Captain: We must get out of here, Sir.

Nm'ber: Agreed

*Ronjomo* Doctor, this is the bridge, come in!

Varek: We're working on it already

::reallocates all necessary power to get us out of here asap::

Cap: do we have a holo doctor available?

Varek: At least, I think we are? :: looks at Nm'ber ::

Nm'ber: No, unfortunately not

*Baz* HA HA HA HA HA!!! What the $%#@!&^$%$&^%$ do you want!

Captain: I've got almost all systems functioning

Nm'ber: It's scheduled for 3 system upgrades from now

::continues to run screaming on deck 2::

well, at warp 8 were going nowhere fast!

Captain: Sir, my console still shows us in orbit of Delta Undani.

*Ronjomo* Doctor! Explain yourself!

::eyes widen at what she just heard from CMO::

Captain: I need to speak with Dr. Ronjomo to be sure, but I believe I have an idea what has been happening

:: Heads to TL, to go to quarters and change his uniform::

Captain: just take him to the brig

Captain: I think................

:: Systems back running pretty good ::

--- Pause Mission --

--- Pause Mission --

--- Pause Mission --

PPAAUUSSEE MMIISSIIOONN

PPAAUUSSEE MMIISSIIOONN

::recovers her sensibilities::

PPAAUUSSEE MMIISSIIOONN

::rips of combadge and keeps screaming::

PPAAUUSSEE MMIISSIIOONN

ah

DATDATDATDAHHHH!!!!

IsoN: Thanks....

STOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOWSTOP THE DAMN MISSION NOW

<WOW WOW WOW WOW>

Wow, that was pretty damn good folks! LOL

lol

hey

Chat logs to you all of course

that was wonderful fun!

that was boring.

I really have a raging headache

And don't forget to post logs, we'll start out here next week

Yup, Zax?

Where are we?

You mean we have to continue this?

this continues?????

WHat?

Can I still continue to run amok next week?

Sorry to hear that Hobbes, you should have acted up sooner :)

Please do Hobbes.

Oh man...

I thought it was an interesting way to involve real information through the delusions

Yes, it continues, we can't leave it like this LOL

kill hobbes

Well, baz, could you remind me? I just ripped off my combadge.

:: nods :: Yup NK, you can keep working on that too, since it seems we are still in the system

I hate continuations

LOL Hobbes

I am laughing hysterically...

i can hear you cheryl

<BTW, hello Tom, welcome to the U. S. S. Yamato, you are welcome to stay and watch our closing if you'd like>

NK :Cant hear you over there...

<Sorry I missed you before :( >

Mike, I have a slight story idea that you can enforce next week and then let it run.

I'll e-mail it to ya!

Please do! :)

I have to go to school and get beat up every day! I don't like to wait intill next Monday

Okay, no announcements tonight, any questions?

Anders: ?

Yes, do Klingons like mustard?

Really, I do

Ison: LOL

I get beat up every day at school

Anders: Learn a protective art

everyone seems fine NOW

Wing Chun i prefer

Then i'll get into trouble

I'm only in 3rd grade and these kids are in 5th to 7th

you will learn how to avoid a situatuion

Oh.

I am in 11th

And a BB in Kenpo,

I don't do anything and they come up to me on the bus and then, the problem

one time,

Anders is only in THIRD GRADE???

you fight back...

And win

:: sees the conversation no longer requires him ::

Oh boy, that's funny. Seriously, what grade?

I can't even remember when I was in 3rd grade.

I know, i'm young. But I'm the smartest, second oldest, and tallest in my class

You will not have to fight any more

Thanks Mike

I will be off all, see you folks next week!

Bye Cap

I have a horrible headache