- , Mission #

"Bare Bones, Faux Homes"

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:: in the ready room, or what passes for it ::

:: his desk is still there, but that's about it ::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::looks between his PADD and the monitor on his desk, humming as he loses himself in the medical compound inventory::

<CSO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: in the bar on the Jormungandr, thinking about ordering another drink after all ::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: reviewing the status of the science stations via the console on the bridge. It's... odd to be using this console. Usually, she uses a secondary console, not the main one. ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: almost to the end of her third World Serpent, fourth overall drink ::

:: finds that at least his things are still in the desk ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::raies his third glass in another toast:: All: To one of the finest crews I've ever had the pleasure of working with! To a successful mission, and many more!

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Has pounded down a couple of steins of some kind of ale. Is staring into the current one, trying to meditate on that instead of alone in his quarters.::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: has since stopped drinking because beyond this point, her special concoction of hangover remedies won't work. And she's had more than enough. Thank the Elements for her Betazoid half being able to regulate itself. And she's mentally rambling, so there's a sign to quit as well. ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: raises her water glass :: Hear, hear!

:: walks down the corridor from his quarters... well, the doors to his quarters on Deck Ten, toward the Turbolift shaft. Once there, he quietly steps to the side of the coridor and fumbles with a screen for a moment, looking for something. He then touches the panel to call the TurboLift. When it arrives, he steps aboard. :: TL: Bridge.

COMPUTER>

Access to the Bridge is restricted to Atlantis officers and guests invited to the bridge by officers.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: raises her glass :: L'chaim!

Self: Damn.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: nods in agreement, as she doesn't have a glass to raise at the moment. ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::grins, toasting even higher:: All: Yachi da!

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: drains the serpent ::

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Doesn't really notice at first, but raises his mug out of reflex, and swigs.::

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

:: Inspects the ships weapons systems. Doing his best to check the state of the phaser beam arrays and torpedo launchers. Rubs his chin. :: Hmmm... Wonder if we can squeeze in a few more Quantum Torpedo launchers. The Admiral loves to fire those babies off.

:: finds a communique from Admiral Zuriyev and reads it, then smiles ::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::sighs as he finds yet another mistake, highlighting it ready for passing back to the Vinland Quartermaster:: Self: I hope to the Prophets that they haven't already sent us sixteen hundred tons of analgesic cream.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Rushes off to engineering, after throwing his baggage into his temporary quarters. Is excited to be getting back to work, despite what he had seen in reports so far.::

:: senses T'Kirr nearby, but comms her anyway :: *XO* Commander T'Kirr to the ready room.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: so far, she has noted that sensors could do with some improvements to range and intensity, the comm channels could be extended to lower ranges for line-of-sight contact, and perhaps an upgrade to the internal sensors could not hurt either. Just an upgrade in the sensitive areas. She notes that on a PADD and checks the nearby consoles for potential errors

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ MCS: You have got to get this recipe out of him.... :: waves the empty glass ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: looks up from Science and begins towards the RR, about to put someone else in command out of habit, but alas, there is no need ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: after inspecting herself for signs of drunkenness, determines that her level of intoxication is acceptable :: Bartender: Another World Serpent, if you please. :: smiles at Kate ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: is not sitting at the Atlantis's helm like usual to take command anyway ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ BT: And another for me too!

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

FCS: I might as well. I probably wouldn't remember tomorrow. BT: Hey, I don't mean to be a bother, but this is an amazing drink! I'd love to know the recipe! :: smiles and hopes like hell that worked ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: looks over at Kate :: How many is that for you, now?

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

:: Checks the power usage change in a simulation to see if the ship's power can accomodate the extra launchers. :: May have to exchange the photon launchers to make that work. :: Notes that down in his PADD for his report. ::

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: glances up from her tricorder as the turbolift doors swish open and does a double-take at a confused-looking Denobulan ::

:: thinks a moment. It's unusual for him to not be able to outthink something like this if he just puts his mind to it. He puffs up his face for a moment and then relaxes, still aboard the Turbolift. ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Lexy: This will be my fourth serpent.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: enters the RR, looking at Blackthorne expectantly ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ Kate: :: looks at her in surprise :: Whoa! How are you not trashed?

:: smiles as she enters ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

CO: You wished to see me?

:: is looking at the doors as they open, presenting a... um... well, he's actually not sure what he is looking at... but it is wearing a univorm and has pips. Of a Lieutenant. :: SEC: Hello. Can you help me with something?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Well... I suppose my time as Atlantis's CAG has... raised my tolerance for alcohol.

XO: Serving on a flagship has a few advantages, you know.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Laughs as he catches what Harper said.::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: raises her eyebrows :: Kate: :: softly :: Well, you know your own body, just... take it easy, okay?

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: cocks her head at Zaxiven :: What can I help you with?

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: pauses in thought, attempting to ascertain which ones Blackthorne's thinking of specifically ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::chuckles as he takes another draw from his glass:: LO/FCS: I've never met a pilot who couldn't drink everyone else under the table. I think it's the leg muscles.

:: looks around nervously before returning to eye contact with this interesting creature with a beautiful voice :: SEC: Well, you see... uh... I received a call several days ago from a friend, who said your ship needed my services. I was hoping to meet the captain. He's in the ready room on the Bridge, but I am not an officer and cannot get there. Can you help me?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: nods :: Lexy: I am alright, I promise.

XO: As such, there can be a need to have my Executive Officer speak with a bit more authority than those of the other ships in a situation.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: after a moment of thought, she decides to access the repair logs and check on her fighter. She has become... attached to that small craft, despite how utterly illogical it is to become attached to an inanimate object ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

Griff: The stress of the job helps, too.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: pretty attached to T'Lira's fighter as well, actually ::

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: finishes spinning herself tightly into the turbolift so that she'll fit :: Well, I suppose...the Atlantis isn't actually under active duty. I was going that way myself, so I'll escort you.

:: nods and smiles :: SEC: Thank you. Thank you very much.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: perks eyebrow ::

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Deep inside, it feels a bit strange to be in a bar where no one is trying to stab him or shoot him, and that there are no dead bodies in atleast one corner of the establishment.::

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

TL: Bridge.

XO: Ultimately, what it comes down to though, is your utter devotion to this ship. I, of course, know why you stay here, that is obvious, but that does not necessarily mean your career must suffer, if I have any say in it.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: ah, it was repaired well enough to not explode spontaneously should it leave the flight deck ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: receives the next drink and smiles ::

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::He kinda misses fighting Gorn and Nausicaans.::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: receives her drink as well, sipping it slowly and carefully. ::

:: stands, something in his palm :: XO: T

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: thinks she gets where this is going, and finds herself surprised and curious :: Ian: Indeed.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: still trying to weedle the recipe out of the barkeep ::

:: walks around the desk :: Attention!

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: paying close attention to Sarissa's success or failure ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: comes to attention automatically, but finds it inwardly amusing, and she knows she shouldn't ::

:: tries very hard not to smirk ::

XO: T'Kirr, it is my pleasure to finally be able to elevate you to the rank of Captain! :: produces a fourth pip and pins it on her collar! ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: turns to Griff :: Griff: Where are the others? Have they not arrived yet?

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::shrugs as he sets his drink down:: LO: You were the last to arrive - everyone is here, although the Holodecks only came back online this morning so I imagine they're either relaxing or training.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Strolls into engineering, utterly taken aback by how stripped down everything is.::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: still at attention, decides she had better speak like it :: Thank you, sir. It is an honor.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Griff: I was studying the Tzenkethi language. That is part of why I needed a drink.

XO: At ease, Captain. :: smiles ::

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: enters the Bridge and crosses to the RR with Zaxiven ::

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: Goes into the TL. :: Airlock. :: Now it was the "fun" part of his assignment, He needed to take a space walk on the haul for a detailed look and scan of the phaser beam arrays and the torpedo launchers for their current condition to determine if any of them should be replaced or repaired. He wanted his weapons at full efficiency by the time the Atlantic launches. ::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: looks up at the turbolift and sees Kuari and a Denobulan :: SEC: Lieutenant.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS: Oh? That was you.

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::winces, sucking a breath through his teeth:: FCS: Yeah, that'll do it. I'm glad I have a linguist onboard, we have a few close run-ins when we were scouting the Tzenkethi line a few months back.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: relaxes somewhat, finding the new title...strange, not that she's used to calling Blackthorne by the title ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ ECS/Griff: Yes, it was painful.

XO: I will actually delegate a bit of my duties to you but will retain overall command.

XO: Should you require the assistance that an XO would normally provide a CO in those duties, please consider Commander Harper to be your "XO."

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::slaps Kate on the back in a comradely fashion:: FCS: Well, remind me to have you on the bridge should we run into a patrol.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS: I learnt a funeral dirge... but it's very hummy and gruff.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: slapped on the back and laughs merrily ::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: this is one tough customer :: BT: Tell you what, you give me the recipe, I can personally guarantee that four bottles of 2342 vintage kali-fal will appear within the next several days.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: was about to ask what brought on this promotion, but Blackthorne's next words somewhat explain it :: CO: It is unusual to obtain such a rank without being in command, but I suppose it's also unusual not to have anyone aboard with the rank of Captain.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: blips the RR door ::

XO: Indeed. And given my rank, your ceiling summarily increases.

:: doesn't answer the chime yet ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

<BT>@::flashes her a grin:: MCS: Make it two, as long as you bring them to the holodeck tomorrow evening - I have a few hours booked, I could use someone to drink with where I'm not pouring. Then I'll tell you.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: bows her head, her voice not entirely professional :: CO: As I said, I am honored. I will perform my extended role to the best of my ability.

:: stands next to this very interesting officer ::

:: smiles :: XO: I know. You always have.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: waits at the RR door and turns to Zaxiven :: You sure he's in here?

Door: Come!

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: thinks really fast :: BT: I can make it happen. You're very lucky that I just remembered the extra bottles I brought with me. I actually forgot about them until now!

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: glances over at Sarissa, noticing success ::

SEC: It's what the computer said. :: turns as the door opens ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ MCS: But won't we be.... otherwise engaged tomorrow evening?

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: enters with Zaxiven and sees Blackthorne and T'Kirr :: Oh, are we interrupting?

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

LO: See that girl in the corner? She looks like she could use a good drink. I'll leave my comm number with the bottles. He'll still have someone to drink with. Just won't be who he expected.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ MCS: Mmmmm, clever.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ MCS: Huh... think that'll work?

:: sees the new pips on T'Kirr and turns his attention to the captain of the ship. ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

<BT>@::chuckles as he puts a stack of glasses in the replicator:: MCS: You're speaking in a normal, indoor speaking voice. I can hear you.

:: glad to see Kuari :: SEC: Not at all, lieutenant.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ MCS: He said we won't give you the recipe until then...

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

BT: Shh, you're not supposed to. FCS/LO: It'll work. I'll probably drop by later when I'm actually semi-sober. I'm much more convincing then.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Walks into the CMOs office that was temporarily his and stands before his new CMO:: CMO: Sir, Im Tyler Slade, I have been acting CMO for the past few months. Its a pleasure to meet you :: Extends his hand::

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Chuckles again. These girls are funny. Grabs his drink, tips it to them, and wanders off to the window.::

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: nods her head to Zaxiven :: CO: This...individual wants to talk to you. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: takes a drink and actually giggles a little at the exchange ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: looks in mild surprise at Kate's giggle ::

::: notes a civilian :: Zax: Hello, and you are?

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::glances up for his PADD with a start, breathing out as he sets it down and stands up, gripping the proffered hand in his and giving it a shake:: MED: Ensign Slade, it's a pleasure. I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to go over the records of everyone in the medical department yet - it's good to meet you, though. Take a seat!

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::snickers loudly into his drink from the entire exchange, blowing beer into his beard::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Griff: Hey Captain, you have beer in your beeeerd.

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: turns to watch Kuari and Zaxiven ::

:: acknowledges the Vice Admiral :: VAdm: Uh, hello, sir. I came here looking for the captain, actually. :: looks to T'Kirr :: (hethinks)CO: Hello, Captain. A friend sent me here. He said you needed someone with my talents, and you needed me now.

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::wipes it off with the back of his hand, then proceeds to lick said hand:: FCS: They demote you if you waste any.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Takes the seat accross from him:: CMO: Thank you sir, I apologize for any holes in the documentation over the past few months alot of the information was lost in the battle, not to mention our crew members. ::Takes a solomn breath::

:: puts his hand out to T'Kirr for a handshake ::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: continues to review the science stations for any potential fixes that could be made ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: leans in and whispers in Kate's ear :: Are you sure you're okay?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: turns to Lexy :: Yes, I'm fine!

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::waves a hand in a dismissive gesture, smiling:: MED: It's fine, I'm sure everything is great, and take a couple of deep breaths okay you look like you're about to pass out. I don't bite, Tyler - can I call you Tyler?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@Griff: That is wise. :: sage nod ::

<XO_Cdr_TKirr>

:: nods to Blackthorne :: BT: This is Admiral Blackthorne, commanding officer of the Atlantis. I'm his...second in command, *Captain* T'Kirr.

Five minutes in and it's already confused someone.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Has been engineering for no more than ten minutes, and is already running around checking each individual station's progress, and working on roster improvements.::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Shocked by the request:: CMO: Yes sir of course you can, even though I have gone by my sir name for most of my life. Slade tends to be more appealing. Either way is fine

Zax: Who sent you?

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: eyes bigger than usual :: Woah, congratulations, Comm--Captain T'Kirr!

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::chuckles softly, giving the PADD a spin on the desk:: MED: It's easier for me, so when I shout "Ensign" ten people don't come running.

XO: Oh. I'm... uh... sorry. :: turns his hand to Blackthorne :: CO: Sir. I'm sorry. :: glances, confused, back to T'Kirr, then back to Blackthorne :: My name is Zaxivan. My old friend JC said you needed someone experienced behind the bar.

CO: You may know him as John. Or perhaps Jack.

:: shakes his hand, thinking :: JC? Jack Cahalan?

:: smiles broadly in that way only Denobulans can :: CO: One and the same. I am Zaxiven.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: Well I have not heard my rank much on this ship sir since i arrived. Everyone always calls me Doctor, Doc, or Slade. Tler will be a welcome change

<MED_Ens_Slade>

Tyler*

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Stares out the window, just pondering to himself about the way of things. Even though he's having a laugh with PEOPLE, he can't help but to brood away from it all in somekind of self exile from the group.::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

:;grins, tapping the desk with his fingers:: MED: Fantastic, then it's settled. How long have you been on the Atlantis, Tyler?

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: sips again at her drink, a dubious eye on the lovely Kate on the stool next to her ::

Zax: Well, I must say, anyone Jack recommends must be good. But... and I hate to ask, but you know that I must - have you any proof of this?

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: Arrives at the airlock and starts to put on an evironmental suit. He grabbed the peices and got started. The only thing he hated about this was how time consuming it was to put a suit on. It took nearly an hour in this 24th century suits. But it's a small price to pay to make sure he can breath in the vacuume of space. He starts with the main body suit and then with the boots, pain-stakingly checking the seals of

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: realizes something and leans in close to whisper in Kate's ear again :: Wait, what did you say?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ ::: whispers back :: What? I said that I am fine.

CO: I just so happen to, Vice Admiral. :: reaches into a pocket and pulls out something Jack had told him to bring along: a picture of him with Jack back in the days at UC Davis, working a busy bar next to each other. It is a VERY old picture. He turns it and holds it out to Blackthorne :: We've been friends... a while.

:: takes the picture and examines it, then turns it over ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: shivers a little at Kate's warm breath on her neck, and nods at Kate, but she's pretty sure Kate used a contraction the first time. ::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: I have been assigned to the Atlantis for 8 months sir, but surprisingly it feels like yesterday>

XO: That's from our days back at the Warpcore Lounge. One of the hottest places in the bay area.

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

MED: Time flies when you're having fun, right?

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: oh, this particular station just refuses to work right now. That's one for the log... it's now running at about fifteen items. It will need to be condensed at a later time ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: whispers :: You are worried! Don't be! :: raises her glass ::

Zax: And this is his handwriting on the back.

CO: It is.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: gasps and whispers at Harper :: You did it again! You said 'don't'!

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: I must say that time flies when you are experiencing the things that we have sir, and not all of it has been fun. I would not have it any other way though : Smiles with pride:

:: reads :: Ian - I know you're in the market for some one to take care of Ten Forward and your crew. Zaxiven is the best, other than me. Jack.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ I did what?

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::nods with a hint of solemnity:: MED: That's how it can be out on the frontier. You never know what's beyond the next step, and while you have your training and your duty, there is one thing you must never forget in those times - yourself. The one thing that will never fail after decades of service are your morals and your codes.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: still whispering :: You said 'don't'!

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Do not be silly!

:: watches Blackthorne relaxedly ::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: And those morals we think stay with us always but they change with our experiences. I can attest to that.

Zax: Alright, this is good enough for me. We will, of course, need to get you the standard security clearance and background check.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

::Settles on working the grid, and toddles off to repair relay stations. Giving the odd nod to those he passed.::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::smiles slightly, looking down at the PADD on his desk:: MED: You don't know how accurate you are.

:: pulls out a PADD with all the required info :: CO: It's all here.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: Kate is speaking out loud and drawing the attention of the others :: Kate: Ehehe... :: pats her on the thigh, trying to calm her down ::

Zax: :: takes the PADD and hands it T'Kirr:: We'll verify it all, but thank you. Welcome aboard!

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::looks back up, seemingly reinvigorated:: MED: Anyway - Sickbay is going to be busy, I'd like you to oversee the four Surgical suites, make sure we get everything we need from Vinland. I've got medical requisitions coming out of my ass. If they offer you a handful of pips for a cushy seat, Tyler? Don't take it.

CO: Thank you, Capt... err, Admiral! Now to get my space legs back. It has been a... long time.

Zax: You'll find ten-forward on deck ten. At the front. :: smirks ::

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: takes the PADD :: Zax: Welcome. Whatever you're lacking in accomodations, let me know. We have a unique advantage to still be rebuilding Ten-Forward.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Decides to stop being such a miserable twat for five minutes, and rejoins the group at the bar. Swigging the rest of his drink, before ordering another.::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: I will earn my pips sir, and I will ensure the surgical suites are all in order. Do I have any assigned staff or should I just grab a nurse and a medic or two?

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Smiling at the joke about pips and a chair::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: grins ::

:: thinks a moment :: XO: Well, I haven't even seen the bar yet. I'll have to let you know.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

Zax: Our new bartender! I like chocolate. Go easy on the alchocol for me.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: extends a paw ::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::shrugs as he picks up the PADD again and begins checking everything with the monitor, finding his place with a quick glance across the desk and the touch of a smile:: MED: Impress me.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: this console is functioning well enough, but seems to flicker every so often as if a feedback loop wound up in the graphics unit. Or something to that extent. ::

:: turns to Kuari and takes her paw in his hand :: SEC: Easy on the alcohol? Whatever do you mean? You don't like the taste? I know how to take care of that :: winks at her ::

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: He continues putting the suit on. After his boots, he attached the keypad to control his magnetic boots and the life support systems to the leg of the environmental suit. Followed by the chest piece with his air and heat adjusting knobs. His helmet would attach to it. But first he had to put on his gloves and check the seals on them. It was a little less pain-staking than the boots because they were easier to rea

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Takes a deep breath and stands:: CMO: I will do my best sir

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

Zax: No, that's not it...it's just best if my inhibitions aren't...inhibited. Synthehol, thanks.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: still shaking Zax's hand ::

:: cocks his head at Kuari :: SEC: Alright. I might have to see this sometime. :: releases Kuari's paw but doesn't pull his hand back, being all gentlemanly and letting her pull away first ::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

MED: I expected nothing less. Report tomorrow morning, and make sure that they install the new Mark Seven osteotractor in the surgical suites - that mark six was a piece of junk.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: leans on Lexy a bit as she takes another drink ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: sips at her drink, noticing Soule returning to the group :: What do you think of these drinks, Lt?

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: eyes widen as she feels Kate leaning on her, but she schools her expression back to normal ::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

CMO: Understood sir, and I ust agree. We rarely ever used it.... Until tomorrow Commander?

<MED_Ens_Slade>

<Must>

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

LO: Not bad. Although I'm very much used to Romulan ale. This stuff is different.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: puts her paw back on the floor :: CO/XO/Zax: Well if you'll all excuse me, I have several new corridors I said I would scan for integrity.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: heads swivels a bit at the mention of Romulan ale and begins thinking of how to get herself a few more bottles for medical purposes (of course) ::

<CMO_Cmdr_Kymar>

::lost once more in lists upon lists of medical compounds, replicatable matter and drugs:: MED: Until then, Tyler...

SEC: :: nods :: Go ahead.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

LO: Better than the moonshine swill I used to partake out of hatred for my own liver. And to clean metal.

<SEC_Lt_Kuari>

:: nods to Blackthorne, then to T'Kirr :: Congratulations, again! :: nods to Zax :: Good to meet you. :: leaves RR ::

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Exits the CMO office putting on his confidence face grabbing the nearest nurse and a medic with a pair of hands and heads to the surgical suite::

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: He breaths the suits air as he steps into the airlock and closes the inner door. He lowers the pressure and oxygen from the airlock and watches the indicaters go down. Once it was down he activates the magnetic boots and opens the outter doors. He steps out of the ship onto the outter hull. Making his way to the nearest weapon system. Having to walk on the beams on the parts without the outter haul. ::

:: watches Kuari leave and then turns back to Blackthorne :: CO: And I will be on my way to the bar as well. Ten Foreward you called it?

<CEO_LtQuinn>

:: Stands at a wall console on a section of deck 8, evacuated of all save a few engineers, decked out like himself in specially insulated, shielded, and thankfully climate controlled suits. Emergency bulkheads have been brought down, just in case, as he runs a destructive overload test on an EPS tap. ::

Zax: Yes. We have a holographic one called Lost Harbor as well, but it isn't operational right now.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: leans back against Kate just a little, just to see what happens ::

CO: Lost Harbor?

Zax: It's a persistent holographic island set on 1930's Earth.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: this feedback loop can be fixed now... hmm. She crouches to open a panel below the console and check the innards ::

CO: Ah. But the drinks are real, right? I hate serving holodrinks.

Zax: Oh yes.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: keeps leaning :: LO: Moonshine, huh?

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: turns to Douglas :: ECS: Moonshine

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ Kate: Don't get any ideas. We don't need any moonshine tonight.

CO: Good. I prefer to stay authentic, unless someone absolutely has to have synthehol.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ ECS: What is this moonshine?

Zax: That's good. I can't tolerate anything secondhand.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS: Moonshine... is the devil's swill. It's basically 96% alcohol. A can cause blindness. And death.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ Kate: Do you hear that? Blindness and death.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: eyes widen for a moment :: ECS: But what does it taste like

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS: I only slightly exaggerate aswell.

CO: Very well. I will check out the bar and have an order by this evening. I also don't care for the well alcohols. And do we have a good Scotch program aboard?

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

Kate: It probably tastes like the devil's swill, like he said.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ LO: But people drink it, so it must be good.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS: It's tastes like paint thinner. You could wash the plasma manifolds with it. You can use it as a simple combustion fuel.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ FCS: I think people drink it when they have no other choice.

Zax: I wouldn't know, actually.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

LO&FCS: Bingo.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ Kate: See? We don't want any of that.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

Nurse_Nightengale: Make sure that the surgical bays are all seprately ventilated incase of quarintine, and the field emmitters need to be changed. I will work on the surgical bio beds :: Nods awaiting her response::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Ahhhh, OK. :: notes it for later, then takes a drink ::

CO: Well. If not, there is now.

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: He comes to a torpedo launcher and looks inside with his palm flashlight. Some burn black marks, which is to be expected since it had been fired. He took out his tricorder and performed and deep scan. Dispite the visual imperfection it read as fully functional and in good working order. He proceeded to walk to the next one. :: This is going to be a long day...

Zax: Scotch does not come out of a program.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

LO&FCS: Nor do I, thats why I'm drinking this. ::Another swig.::

CO: Sorry. Old bar term. A program, meaning that it's planned that we will have great Scotch.

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: well, the innards of this console are mildly jumbled, but understandable. It looks like one of the repair workers from the station accidentally cross-wired two of the graphics and visual circuits. Easily corrected ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: sips again at her drink, feeling it starting to go to her head, and enjoying the sensation of Kate leaning against her even if they shouldn't be doing it here and now ::

CO: I also enjoy making my own ice for the drinks. I am very, very particular.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

<Nurse_Nightingale>

MED: On it. ::Goes and does the thing.::

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: finds herself completely uninterested in Blackthorne's and Zaxiven's conversation, but stands there dutifully anyway. After all, she's just been promoted, and even Vulcans have highs ::

Zax: Well, I look forward to sampling your creations.

CO: Very good, Admiral. I'll be on my way. Oh, and one more thing. That officer... Lieutenant... Kuari, was her name? What, exactly, is she?

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

::Thinks its nice how happy Wright and Harper are with each other. Starts thinking about how much he misses Izzy.::

Zax: She's a Rucara. Very few of them this far from their home.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

:: Points at the medic:: Medic_ Snuffy: Make sure all of the supplies is inventoried before it is stored. I want a full listing to compare to the requisition so we get everything. Got it?

CO: Ah. She seems interesting. But not wanting drinks... I need to change that.

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

All: So how ks everyone feeling fro. a few drinks.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: leans in and whispers warmly against Kate's neck :: Do you want to get out of here?

<CEO_LtQuinn>

Staff: Okay, we'll start her out easy. 20 megawatts...30...40 megawatts. Power flow optimal, system stress negligible. Daniels, how's the thermal bleed?

Zax: :: chuckles :: Go easy on her. Nice to meet you.

<MED_Ens_Slade>

<Medic_ Snuffy>MED: Yes Sir :: Turns and begins his tasks::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: wondering why she feels kind of tired right now... oh wait, she'd drunk, that's why. Wow. That's an excellent example of what some of the other cadets at Medical called a "brain fart" ::

<CEO_LtQuinn>

Quinn: Well within acceptable parameters, sir.

CO: And you, Vice Admiral. Captain. :: turns on his heel and walks out ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: whispers back :: Yes, I do.

XO: Interesting fellow.

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: looks to Blackthorne with a raised brow ::

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

CO: Indeed.

<CEO_LtQuinn>

::Nods:: Franklin. Conduit pressure?

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

CO: It's good that we'll have a friend of Jack's taking over for him.

XO: Absolutely. Just like Jack to be sure we're well taken care of.

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: He came up to a phaser beam array and walked along it as he performed a deep scan of it checking the array itself along with the chips and wires within. He noted a burned out array panel on his PADD. He hated juggling his PADD and tricorder with his EV sut's gloves. ::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: finishes the last of her drink :: I think Commander Harper and I are going to turn in for the night. It was nice to meet you all!

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: Well, whoever the tech was that did this welded something over one of the access points that this line was supposed to feed into... this will require better tools... or even tools at all ::

<CEO_LtQuinn>

1,200 PSI. It's nothing, sir.

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: also finishes her drink, but stands up steadily ::

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::gives Allan the nod and pushes himself up from his stool:: All: I think we're all a bit in the bag - I'm calling it, get some sleep!

<CEO_LtQuinn>

::Grins:: Well, that's no good. I don't know about you gentlemen, but if I get all dressed up, I expect to see a show. Let's see if we can't make this interesting!

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

@<MCS_Sarissa>

:: yes, sleep does sound very good... off to bed it is ::

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: finally takes notice of her pips and fingers the unfamiliar four together ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ Griff: Good night, Captain! Rest: And to everyone.

:: takes the Turbolift to Deck Ten and walks... well, forward ::

<ENG_LtJG_Ilaihr>

@<ECS_LtJG_Douglas>

FCS&LO&MCS: Goodnight girls. :: Tips his drink to them.:: Have a good evening. ::Goes back to doing his thing.::

<TAC_Cadet_Randen>

@ :: Grunts at the typos with his fat fingers of his gloves. He made a mental note to correct his errors in his notes later. ::

XO: Harper and Wright will not be joining us yet due to a classified assignment. Your security clearance will be summarily raised with your rank, but that one's still flag officers only.

<Captain_Griffiths>

@::gives the S.T.A.R. team a salute, standing straight and steady, before making his way out of the lounge and towards the nearest Turbolift - his night was s long way from finished::

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: puts her arm around Kate's waist under pretenses of needing to steady herself - maybe not just pretenses - as they walk out of the bar ::

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: curiosity piqued :: Oh?

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: whoever did this is, in the best of terms, an undertrained tech, yet all the same this will still prove interesting to fix ::

<FCS_Cdr_Harper>

@ :: walks out perfectly steadily ::

XO: They'll be back before we launch.

:: arrives at Ten Forward, pushes a door aside and walks in and looks around at the empty place. :: Self: Hmm.

<XO_Capt_TKirr>

:: simply nods, still thoughtful ::

<CEO_LtQuinn>

+Bridge+ Engineering to bridge...provided anyone's up there at the moment?

XO: Might want to meet with Harper when they return to delegate what you need to. But that's on you.

<LO_LCdr_Wright>

@ :: snuggles up against Kate as they get into the more secluded areas of the ship, finding herself needing more steadying than she thought after 3 drinks ::

<SCI_LtJG_TLira>

:: notes the signal on the comms :: +Engineering+ Bridge, Lieutenant T'Lira here. How may I help you? :: that sounded exactly like an answering service. huh ::

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM

PAUSE SIM