Hello Merced

Where is that Chris boy?

CHain letters..

hi, Anders

hi, Jan!

hi jan

Hi Cheryl

Siren, you always come to watch...

Are you interested in participating?

Hi, is today monday?

hi, Marty!

"The ghost of Lieutenant Lonacher!"

Don't have much choice! LOL

it sure is jan

shhh

sorry

Siren, you need to apply for training. :)

Hi, Cheryl!

Nope!

Nope?

Too slow for this stuff!

Oh... just like watching?

Besides, Baz is enough!

are we playing tonite? or did i forget something?

Enough what?

You should be.

You for got something

Ummmm....

We're playing Jan

NO comment.

LOL

ladedadeda

Makizmo!!!!

Hey mister big shot, sir.

With seconds to spare!!!

<g>

Hello future commanding officer of the Yamato!

hi, Bill!@

oops

Thank you Mr. Xavyre

<g>

that rose shoulda been a !

By the way...the Captain is having computer problems again.

we're coagulating

Hello mgr!!

They moved his office.

Uh oh.

Like usual...

Just got in from work, haven't even taken my boots off yet.

they are always moving his office

But not his network connection.

Greetings humans humanoids and little green men :)

hi, mrg

::lookin for grreen men::

Chad: Why do I always think that you would be a horrible player of vtrek

mrg: what position are you again?

::when i smoke, i turn green::

Excuse me?

?

::looks at Anders::

Hey, that wasn't an insult

It wasn't?

::reads it again::

Or do you mean it wasn't supposed to be one?

lol

What position are you Anders?

Anders is Chief Engineer

The Chief eh?

Sorry. I'm back! I was just playing a game.

'Bout time, Captain!

Hello all, sorry I'm late, MSN / Computer problems

Well, let me put it this way... Your (or atleast the JA dude) a little active... in a--HEY!

hi, Mike!

Anders, what happens if the primary deflector shields fail during warp?

You would be amazed what a downed connection can do

Hello all....

Hi Siren, nice to see you here :)

Chad: Your dead

hello

No, you're dead. :)

I wouldn't let them fail. :D

Hi Cheryl, a surprise to see you here

Grrr...

hello Merced, et al

just watching, Mike

Ack! No I'm dead!

We're all dead.

CHad: Q

:)

Q could fail them... he'll just snap and POOF!

I think he'd be a tad more creative.

when did i blow up?

OK, folks, it is past start time, so ler's get things together here

All OOC talk to the OOC room now

What happens if the warp core ejects at warp?

::salutes::

<<<< Prepare to resume >>>>

::flush::

I'll start with a quick summary

1) We are at Bajor, finishing up shore leave

:: walks to science station::

2) We are dealing with the Anders situation, which will be resolved tonight, by means of subspace communications

3) The JA is dead, because he was a power-hungry nutcase

4) Admiral Picard is going to be leaving us soon

5) The Ronjomo thing is who knows where

<The Ronjomo thing is out of control and I don't know what to do>

6) The butler is sleeping with the heiress who does not know she is an heiress yet but will learn when the

is that ensign Taylor?

maid tells the butler duiring their odd affair with the gardener.

And I think that sums it up.

Okaaaay!

So, with that

<<<< RESUME MISSION >>>>

:: In quarters ::

:: Stands ::

On with another exciting episode of ... SOAP TREK!

::at science station::

:: on bridge, sitting in chair very quietly, staring straight ahead ::

:::on bridge:::::

::in quarters::

::entering bridge, spies captain lost in thought in the command chair::

:: Walks out of door to the security guards :: Um, i'd like to speak to the Captain...

<Security> Fine, come with us...

<Ronjomo> ::Presses the red "send" button on his computer terminal at SF Command, although the machine is down. After trying to communicate with Yamato for that past few days at no avail, he, as well as Starfleet have given up::

<Lonacher, Taylor, feel free to join us tonight. Lonacher, feel free to join us in the OOC room>

Captain: Captain, here are the evaluations I re-wrote. They are the replacements for the missing logs that were under my couch.

<Merced, same to you>

Hmm?

Oh, us, yes, thanks, Counselor

::heads out of The Lounge and heads to Engineering::

:: looks them over quickly, places them aside ::

::hands PADD to Captain::::

:: Walks with Security guards to the bridge and enters ::

::sits down next to captain::

Captain: So.....what do you think we should do about them sir?

Cap: request permission to go to the lab to do some research on the crystal.

:: Walks up to captain with the guards with phasers to back ::

:: Exits quarters and takes a stroll through the corridors::

Captain: Sir, I think it's about time to start recalling the shore leave parties.

They look good, um, detailed comments later

Ison: Agreed

Captain: I'd like to request permission to return to my normal dutys.

<Ronjomo> ::An admiral enters the room; Millar.:: Millar: So, you ready for another volley of questions, or would you rather try to communicate with Yamato, again? ::sighs::

Captain: Okaaaaaaay.

Nm'ber: Granted

Anders: We can't do that yet, your status is still in....

Captain: Yes, sir.

<Ronjomo> Damal: Nah, I'll do the questioning and get it over with.

<Ens Ghostatac> Captain: Incoming subspace from Starfleet, your eyes only.

::Enters Turbolift::

::Ensign Youdoit takes science station....Nm'ber walks to TL::

:: stands :: In my Ready Room

:: Sighs and walks away to ten-forward and sits ::

deck 8

Captain: Captain when would you like me to schedual for an apointment?

Number One, you have the bridge.

Aye, sir.

Computer: Enginneering

Um, no, not right now, Counselor, but I'll keep the option open.

:: enters Ready Room, sits at desk ::

::enters Engineering and looks around, hoping that the annoying little Vulcan isn't there::

:::raises eyebrow:::

:: reads .... ::

Ensign, route the captain's message to the Ready Room, and begin recalling personnel on shore leave.

::leaves tl ..walks down hall..enters code and enters the lab::

::Listens to the whir of the Turbolift as he goes to enginneering::

<engineering officer> Mr. Tombs, would you like something?

<Ens Ghostattac> Ison: Already routed, sir, beginning recalls now

*Imboden* Mr. Imboden, report to my Ready Room immediately

Very well, Ensign. Let me know when the last personnel are back aboard.

Imboden: No,no. just strolling

*Captain* Yes, sir.

computer: 1/3 illumination

:: Walks into TL and goes to the bridge and then walks into the ready room ::

Yes, sir?

:: Looking worried ::

:: gestures to the chair on the other side of the des k::

:: Sits ::

::throws PADD's off couch, lys down starring at crystal::

I have just finished reading a subspace message from Starfleet.

:: Worried to the bone ::

::notices that Engineering is empty::

It seems that your fate has been determined.

Yes, sir...

:: stands ::

:: begins to pace back and forth behind desk ::

:: hands behind back, head down during pauses ::

:: CLoses eyes ::

*Captain* Captain does Ensign Imboden need counsel?

::feels intense pressure from above::

:: Starts to breath a little heavier ::

:: Sweating ::

*Xavyre* I don'

t believe so, Counselor

*Captain* Very well sir.

:: Mutters reassurance to himself ::

::strolls about engineering, looking for similarities between this one and the Enterprises, finding none. Also notices that this engineering is significantly smaller and very dark::

*Xavyre* But you are free to act as such if you wish.

*Captain* I shall be right in then.

Admiral: Hello Mr Picard

<Ronjomo> Finishing a rather quick questioning session, walks back to his quarters.

:::gets up::::

<Mister to an admiral, Tombs?>

::reorganizes energy outputs to static containment field::

:::walks into ready room::::

:: waits for the counselor ::

:: Cooling down ::

:::enters:::

Okay, now then

:::takes a seat on the couch::::::

It seems that they have taken into account the situation with the Judge Advocate

And your service record.

:: Starts to sweat again ::

Yes, sir...

::hummm::

:::watching the Captain and Mr Imboden::::::

The problems with the Yamato cannot be attributed to you, Mr. Imboden, in fact, they cannot be attributed to

:::listening:::::

:: Shuts eyes ::

::ahhhh::

anyone in particular.

:: Helps a little bit about the problems ::

<Ronjomo> Millar: You are able to go now, Mister Ronjomo. Your name has been cleared up, and we've got the culprit under arrest on DSR2D2. You are free to return, after you contact Yamato.

I am not sure that we will ever know what really happened.

::::thinks of the faulty Galaxy class design:::::

Captain: The Nanites?

:: shrug :: Maybe.

<Ronjomo> ::sighs, and initiates terminal. He sets it on an ancient "Cairo" operating system from the 21st century for the heck of it and uses the HyperTerminal to contact Yamato::

<brb>

:: flashes a "I'm not done yet" look at Anders ::

:: Hesitates ::

:::smirks::::

Because of this, they are not sure whether to praise you for being a good officer,

<bak>

condemn you for you deception and records tampering, or just kill you and be

done with it.

Frankly, knowing how Starfleet is lately, I

:: Really breaks the hope ::

::raises eyebrows:::

am amazed they did not take Door Number 3.

But, no, they instead opted to take the Box.

:: wonders about anyone getting the 20th Century references ::

Captain: Excuse me sir, Opted to take the box?

Uh, nothing, Mr. Imboden, a 20th Century pop culture reference.

:::thinks Anders got the big prize::::

:: shakes head to get back on track ::

:: as I suspected all along::

Captain: Yes, sir...

:::smiles:::

<Ronjomo> Dials Up Yamato, which is refused by the Starfleet Information net as non-current and "please upgrade your system" warning.

It seems that they have decided to put you on a probation.

::5 plasma conduits blow::

::::looking couselor-ish:::::

whoa

Himself: Oh, God

:: Soul braking up ::

You are not going to be tried in a court martial now,

but they reserve the right to do so later. Basically, if you screw up again,

::feels shake:*tombs* : what was that?

:::thinking how lucky Anders is:::::

they'll try your butt. Considering that you broke... :: looks at screen again ::

::Goes to one of the conduits to fix it::

I'm gone, captain... I guess I unders stand...

32 Starfleet Regulations, I'

d say you are getting off well.

*Engineering* Report! What's going on down there?

You sitll have your rank, position, and potential for advancement.

Captain: What will Star Fleet do about it's records security measures?

<Ronjomo> ::Reinitiates under normal operating system, and finds that to reach Yamato, he has to bypass Starbase Skywalker, The Black Hole Death Star, in which the signal will be transferred to hyperspace to DS9::

*Everyone* 5 Plasma Conduits just blew.

Captain: And i'm going to have to security guards rubbing my butt of with those damn phasers?

No, just don't mess up again and this will all be over with.

::watches in interest on how he will evaluate the compitant engineering staff::

You are not going to have it easy, you know.....

Captain: Aye, sir.

*Tombs* What systems have been affected?

Captain: Know one will like me...

Your full Romulan heritage and past are going to cause you problems socially.

I doubt that

Mr. Imboden.

<Ronjomo>::tries and succeeds. The hail is acknowledged by Yamato systems, but then rejected as it enters their primary communications net::

*engineering*: do you need assistance

But there are some who will not like you, yes, because of racial hatred.

Captain: And i'll probably get treatment for my temper...

Bill: Auxiliary power.

<Ronjomo> ::Turns off systems and decides to get auth. to leave Earth::

Captain: And the Romulans don't like Defectors

Anders: Consider yourself lucky you didn't get busted down in rank to cadet. :::grins at Anders::::

:: shakes head :: Not mandatory, that is between you and the Counselor

:: gestures ::

As for defectors, that's your problem now.

:: Glares ::

You are a Starfleet Officer, which grants you certain protections.

*Tombs* Very well. I'm sending a damage control team down. Take charge when they get there.

Captain: I understand, I was just warning you if we get to close to Romulan space..

::fixes 2 conduits rather quickly::

Including the protection of this ship and her crew.

*Damage Control* to Engineering on the double.

:::listens to Anders:::

::heads to TL::

:: thinks he's doing pretty well right now considering he's an emotional mess ::

Computer: bridge

::decides now is a good time to leave engineering::

::goes to Bridge::

::enters bridge::Your relieved ensign youdoit

:: stops, and turns to Anders ::

:: extends right hand :: Welcome back to our crew, Mr. Imboden

:: Looks at captain ::

<brb! It's too hot here! I need to get some ice water>

*Ready Room* Captain?

:: Shakes hand ::

::scans engineering::

:::Stands up to shake Anders hand::::

Damage Control: Here's the plasma conduits, i fixed 2. The other 3 are yours.

Now I believe this is your duty shift, what are you doing standing around in here?

:: Shakes ::

*Ison* Go ahead, Number One

If you'll excuse me sir...

Anders: Let me know when you want to talk about this.

*RR* Sir, there are matters in Engineering requiring the attention of our chief engineer, that is, if he's available.

:: Walks out of ready room and runs into TL to engineering ::

:: gestures to the door for Anders ::

*Ison* He is on his way.

Oh, god! What happened here!

Counselor, see, told you, no need for counsel, this time :: shrug ::

<Ronjomo> Permission denied until Baz's auth., so he goes back and tries to communicate again and again.

Imboden: 5 plasma conduits BLEW.

Captain: So Captain I would like to discuss your situation please?

:: Walks into the area ::

*Anders* you still have 2 plasma conduits to lock down

Understood Tombs.. Sir.

<Howdy, Zyrc, welcome to the Yamato again, as always, you are welcome to stay and watch>

*Nm'ber* No prob....

*Anders* I'm locking down the valves from here

:: Grabs a few tools and goes up ::

*Nm'ber* Ok...

:: Takes Tricorder ::

:: Scans and thens takes another tool and patches up one conduit ::

*anders* I'm scanning a weak conduit in the jeffery tube above you

Captain: Captain?

:: Does next and next ::

*Nm'ber*

Going up

Yes, Counselor?

::enters bridge and braces himself::

:: Crawls up ::

Captain: As I said I would like to discuss "your" situation now.

::runs 125% plasma program diagnostic::

:: Conduit blows in face ::

DOH!

::quickly walks down horseshoe and sits down::

:: sigh ::

:: Coughs ::

<Ensign Ghostatac> Sir, shore leave parties have been recalled. All crew are back aboard.

:: sits in his seat, gestures to the seat Anders was in for the Counselor ::

Very well, Ensign.

:: Starts to patch up conduit ::

*Ison* Status on that Engineering problem, Number One?

::Helps Anders::

*Anders*:? you ok?

*Tombs* Mr. Tombs, you are needed on the bridge. We are about ready to break orbit.

Captain: Tell me about your Father.

*Nm'ber* Just a bruse or two, but i'm getting this fixed

::Goes to bridge::

:: Finishes the patch ::

Bill: Hello

:: nods to the Counselor, will answer after hearing Bill's report ::

*RR* Captain, five plasma conduits blew in engineering, we have a repair crew working on it. No effect on primary systems.

::Takes console::

:::Pulls out PADD to make notes:::

*Bridge* Last conduit patched... Were in top condition... pretty much

*Anders* this diagnostic is telling me that half the conduits plates are showing signs of wear, mostly near the couplings

*Ison* Thanks, Number One, sounds like you have it under control.

*Nm'ber* Got it on my tricorder

*RR* Sir, all shore leave personnel have been recalled, we are ready to break orbit to return the Admiral to DS9 whenever you're ready.

*Anders* port side all looks intact

*Ison* Understood, at your call. Let me know when we are coming in to DS9.

:::waiting for the captain to gather his thoughts::::

*RR* Aye, sir.

Bill: Where are we going from here?

:: Starts to fix a few conduits and then orders the teams to fix up ::

*Ison* Thanks, Number One, Captain Out.

Tombs: Break orbit and set course for DS9, 1/2 impulse.

:::waiting for the captain to gather his thoughts::::

::turns scanners towards space.....and DS9::

Well, Counselor..... my father is the leader of an evil empire. He has a deep voice because of this mask he wears that lets you

hear his ..... oh, sorry, another 20th century reference....

:: sigth ::

:::Taking down notes::::

::Takes ship at 1/2 impulse towards DS9::

<oops sigh >

::hummmmmmmm::

Captain: and what Empire is this?

Tombs: ETA to DS9?

:: gives the Counselor a deadpan look ::

ETA: 5 min 3 seconds 44 nanoseeconds

pssssssst tombs: wake up

Captain: Seriously Captain, I think that if this is to much stress for you to deal with right now, then perhaps you should...............

Should what, Counselor?

Tombs: Very well. Inform me when we dock.

You were here with Mr. Imboden just now.

<USS Habecker> ::recieves a message from Starfleet, authorization Millar 237 Alpha. To be sent to Yamato::

Captain: Take a long leave.

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

::jezzzzzzz I can see it now captain Xavyre::

<USS Hobecker> ::forwards to DS9::

:: stands :: That's not necessary.

You should be able to see that from what just happened here in the Ready Room.

::whips out PADD and does a quick note of the engineering staff and the bridge::

I admit, I'm not exactly fully with it right now, Counselor

:: Walks onto bridge due to the lonliness in engineering and manns BRIDGE ENGINNERING STATION ::

But maybe someday you'll learn of a traitor in your family that caused a disaster like Central Station

Then you can tell me about how you are unable to deal with the stress.

::finishing scan of DS9::

Anything else I can do for you, Counselor?

Captain: I understand that you feel hurt right now.

:: Starts to get reports from the damage control teams ::

<USS Habecker> ::Forwards right when DS9 is getting over the Quark advertisement scare and get a thank you for using Quark Information Services note::

COM DS9 Dock master: Permission to dock at your fine station.

Captain: I'm going to schedual you for a mandatory session on Tuesday night at 7 pm.

COM DS9 Dock master: Granted.

:::looks at Captain:::

Lt. Ison: Damage teams report that 89% of the conduits are in top condition, and they are working on the other ones currently.

Mandatory?

::Docks ship at Deep Space Nine::

Anders: Very well.

Captain: You can do that or take leave. Your choice.

I must protest, Counselor.

::DS9 recieves message and forwards it to the Yamato::

I have very little time to myself as it is. As the Captain the luxury of leave is not available.

:::Looks very serious::::

::level three diagnositic running on warp plasma dispersal::

Bill: We have just docked at DS9

So you are telling me I must give up some of what little time I have so you can tell me how much

Tombs: Acknowledged.

Captain: That is why I schedualed the visit during your personal time.

I want to have intercourse with my mother?

*RR* Captain, we have docked at DS9, sir.

:: Starts diagnostic on the Warp field generators ::

Generators check.

::message is processed through Yamato systems and sent to the communications systems as a text message to the bridge, Alpha 237 for the Captain's eyes only::

*Ison* Thank you, Number One, I'll be there to see Admiral Picard off shortly ::

:: Starts the Plasma routing ::

Captain: Captain you are being irrational. Please just let me help you with this.

Slight mishap...

::humn::

Picard: Admiral, if you've finished your inspection, sir, we are ready to transfer you.

Captain: I have no interest in you physical desires of maternity.

The first time you tell me that I think a cigar is not a cigar, Counselor, these sessions of yours will end.

Ison: Slight prasma routing problem, dispatching the team.

:: leacves ready room ::

Captain: See you on Tuesday.

Anders: notice the shoddy welding on those couplers?

:: heads to meet Admiral Picard ::

Ison: Thank you. I have, and this will make a very fine report back to Starfleet. Thank you for letting my stay on Yamato be a gracious one. I'll see myself off to the station.

:: as doors close :: Counselor: Maybe, if you're lucky.

What Nm'ber?

:: enters lift ::

::::Walks out of ready room::::

:::::Enters visit into Captain's personal schedual::::

:: arrives at the airlock ::

Anders: the inside welds are not holding up to the strain of the plasma flow

:::sits down:::Looks to see who has the bridge::::

Admiral, :: extends hand :: I wish we could have spent more time together.

The stories you must have!

<Bill?>

Captain: Ahh!!! Thank you. ::shakes::

Nm'ber: Well, we're working on it...

Cap: Fine ship. It will make a good evaluation. Now, if you will excuse me...

::exits::

Come back soon, Admiral

Bill: The Captain sure is stubborn eh?

::as DS9's locks open and Captain Sisko greets him, a recording comes on teh PA

"Would Captain Michael Baz please intercept a message from Starfleet at any of the station's comuter systems..."

::uh oh Ronjomo'

:: Throws PHase induser in the air and catches it ::

s back::

:: moves to a computer, reads the message ::

Bill: The Captain sure is stubborn eh?

<It's from t5eh Admiral (Millar)>

::deja vu::

Xavyre: I think that's a perquisite to being a captain in Starfleet.

Bill: I was about to say the same thing....:::LOL:::

::::Looks out the viewscreen:::::

:: Stands and gazes at DS9 ::

::turns, looks down at DS9::

:::::Stands up from chair::::

Counsellor: Maybe I would like to scedule a Counselling session... Sorta' getting---well, uptight

:: answers comm with an affirmative ::

Anders: When would be best for you Anders?

Uhh...

:: Scratches head ::

Anders: How about Tuesday at 8pm?

I'm not sure.

Anders: Or would you like to talk right now?

Xavyre: Ok!

Xavyre: Tuesday

Anders: Very well then Tuesady at 8pm. I will see you there.

Ok..

:: heads into lift ::

::::sits down::::

::takes cloth and cleans dust off panel::humm, there shouldn't be dust???::

:: arrives on bridge just in time to......::

: Sits again and looks to nm'ber ::

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