Session Start: Tue Feb 18 17:59:54 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030218.log'
<Katrina`> Session 17.5
<Katrina`> Time Chart: 1 second after last session
<Katrina`> Location: The Aquarius, in Hyperspace.
* Thedda sits in her chair, wondering what the heck she's going to do for another hour.
* Namarie stands on the bridge at his station, doing a few system checks to pass the time. he presses a places on his screen as he flips throught the systems after they check out
* Katrina` stands at the science console.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Captain leaveS*
* Thedda lights up another smoke and stands up.. "I'm heading to the bar, if anybody needs me for some reason."
* Katrina` looks at Thedda briefly, nodding, before turning back to the science console.
* Namarie yawns slightly as he streches his wings, before he opens his mouth slightly as he speaks to himself in his own language, as he glances around, he nods to Thedda as he works
* Thedda slouches as she walks to the elevator. "take me to the bar..."
<Katrina`> Elevator: ... oh, "take me to the bar". Sheesh. No manners.
<Thedda> .... Please?
<Katrina`> Elevator: Certainly. *takes her down to the floor with the bars*
* Katrina` looks over at Namarie, him being the only other one on the bridge besides the 5 ensigns.
* Thedda steps off the elevator and enters the bar she was in with Kat earlier.
* Namarie sems to be singing in an angelic voice, tho it is is low Katrina can still hear it slightly
<Katrina`> Bartender: *cleans a dirty glance*
* Katrina` closes her eyes and listens.
<Thedda> NRP: cleans a dirty GLANCE?
<Katrina`> NRP: Yes. A dirty GLANCE. *replaces it with glass*
<Thedda> NRP: *giggles*
* Thedda takes a seat at the bar. "Hey!" smiling at the bartender.
<Katrina`> Bartender: Hello.
* Thedda ponders what she wants to drink.. "Eh, I'll have what I usually get. Can I have a Maddress?"
<Katrina`> Bartender: *nods, preparing the drink*
* Namarie glances over to Katrina as he notices that she is litening to him speak, as well seeing her enjoying it. thus he makes his voice more pronounced as his voicece fluces over many band widths seeming to intrance the liseners with pictures of some stories of the stars, seeming to give a hint of his age
* Katrina` listens, seeming to relax a little over the stress of the day's events so far.
<Katrina`> Bartender: *hands Thedda her drink*
* Thedda rubs her face and takes it. She smiles, nodding in thanks.
* Namarie finishes with his work then moves over to Katrina, placing a hand on her shoulder as he words seem to echo throught the bridge
<Katrina`> GM: *A random ensign walks by Thedda wearing a shirt for a mask, looking all ninja like*
<Katrina`> NRP: Namarie: Come with me if you want to live. Katrina: Huh? *The Theddamator busts through a wall*
* Thedda takes a sip of her drink, catching the ninja-like person from the corner of her eye.
<Katrina`> Mmm. *opens her eyes barely to look up at Namarie*
* Thedda turns around slightly and watches the ensign.
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *sneaks off into the hallway*
* Thedda raises an eyebrow, finding that awfully suspicous... She downs the rest of her drink and follows the mysterious person.
* Namarie smiles slightly as he glancecs around the bridge as he folds his wings around his body, leaving the one hand exposed through the shinny wings, seeming to reflects some of the light all over the bridge
<Katrina`> ...that...was amazing...Namarie...
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *Sneaks down the hallway, hiding behind corners as he moves*
* Namarie bows his head slightly to her coment "Thank you" he withdraws his hand under his wing. "I am gladed you listened to me talking to myself."snickers slightly
* Thedda slides out of the bar and slides along the wall down the hall.
* Katrina` looks like someone coming out of a dream
<Katrina`> Wow.
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *ducks behind a wall himself*
* Thedda pauses and listens, using her enhanced hearing.
<Katrina`> GM: *there is movement, faint, like someone hiding*
* Thedda draws a knife from her belt and continues down the hall slowly.
<Katrina`> GM: *Thedda is just a few feet from the wall...just a few more...*
<Namarie> Not many have listened to the words of my race. Very few have seen us as well. You should feel proud to listen... but i can hear my brothers and sisters.. their faint echos as they wonder the stars, on an endless trip to explore and enjoy ones self.
* Thedda slides to a curve in the hall and peaks around it.
<Katrina`> GM: *a figure jumps at Thedda* HIYA!
<Katrina`> Oh, really? *sounds interested*
<Namarie> indeed. have you ever seen me draw a breath?
* Thedda is startled, grabbing the figure and putting the knife to their throat.
<Katrina`> Well, I don't think so...
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: AAAAH!
<Namarie> Indeed, for i have yet to draw my first, and i shall never draw my last
<Thedda> WHO ARE YOU? *takes the knife from their throat and turns them around to face her, and holds the knife at their chest*
<Katrina`> I've...never considered that before.
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *is freaking pretty bad and is incoherant*
* Thedda pulls the shirt from their face.
<Katrina`> GM: *it's just some young human male, scared out of their wits by Thedda*
* Namarie seems to be enjoying himself "Well that is what happens when you are a native of space itself"
* Katrina` nods slowly.
<Katrina`> Yes...what is it like?
<Namarie> Liveing in space?
* Thedda eyes the man and puts her knife back into her belt.. "Jesus, you looked pretty fucking scary... Who are you? And CALM DOWN!"
<Katrina`> Ensign: I'm just working in the hanger, miss, don't killmedon'tkillme
* Thedda puts her hand on his shoulder, in hopes to somewhat comfort him. "I'm not going to kill you! Sorry, just not many people walk around looking like a ninja yah know!"
<Katrina`> Ensign: It's just my trademark! *cringes*
<Thedda> ... Okay! I'm sorry. Would you calm down?
<Katrina`> Ensign: I can't without my shirt. *keeps freaking*
<Katrina`> Yes.
<Thedda> O.o *hands him back the shirt slowly*
<Katrina`> Ensign: *ties it back on into a mask and calms down*
<Thedda> .. So why do you wear it?
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: It's cool.
<Thedda> .... Usually people don't freak out on others if they take something that is just "cool."
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: Hey! What if I took YOUR whip!
<Thedda> .... I'd get another one.
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: ...
<Thedda> Well, the other fact is, you wouldn't get it from me, because I wouldn't let you.
<Namarie> Its like... Hmmm.. how to say this in words you may understand. Well you have no weight to bug you.. you can glide for ever on a single flap of your wings, ,you can watch a sivalisation blosem into existance, stars gleem. it is simple amasing
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: Ninjas can do ANYTHING.
<Thedda> So can pissed off females.
<Katrina`> NRP: Civilization?
<Namarie> NRP yea
<Katrina`> Wow.
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *eyes her* Can I go now?
* Thedda flips her hand a few times at the Ninja. "Yeah, get outta here."
<Katrina`> Shirt Ninja Ensign: *vanishes---ninja like!*
* Thedda rolls her eyes and walks back down the hall.
<Thedda> Messed up people...
<Katrina`> GM: *A guy wearing a ski mask goes by, laughing insanely*
* Namarie smiles "Well i am old by your standars, a child my races, yet i shall alwas look this age till the day i die."
<Katrina`> Wow. How do you know when someone is old, then?
* Thedda shrugs and reaches the elevator. "Sim level please?"
<Namarie> Bye their 'song'
<Namarie> *by
<Katrina`> Elevator: *takes her down to the simulator*
<Katrina`> So..the older you are, the more complex the song becomes?
* Thedda smiles. "Tankie!"
<Katrina`> Elevator: My pleasure.
* Namarie nods "You got it"
<Katrina`> Amazing.
<Katrina`> NRP: Namarie: Yes, the older ones can sing so well you humans have instant orgasms. Katrina: Too much information, buddy!
* Thedda walks off the elevator and looks at the different rooms. "... I wonder if I'll have an audience today...."
<Namarie> NRP lmao
<Thedda> NRP: LOL!
<Katrina`> GM: *a few are occupied, though several are not*
* Thedda slides off her trench coat and drapes it over her arm.. She walks to the closest unoccupied 'stall' to her right.
<Namarie> Well i don`t know all the races on here.. but by my guess i`m older then everyone here, as well seen some of their homeplanets at one time. *snickers as he remebers somethign*
<Katrina`> NRP: Thank you
<Katrina`> Wow. How old are you by human standards?
<Katrina`> Simulator Computer: Welcome back, Commander Thedda.
<Namarie> 5 million years
* Katrina` blinks in disbelief.
<Thedda> NRP: ROFLMAO.. ;p
<Namarie> ... We can die like humans, but if let alone the oldest in human years is... 1 and a half billion years i think it was
* Thedda smiles. "Thanks..."
<Katrina`> Hmm.
<Katrina`> Simulator Computer: What do you want today?
* Namarie rases a brow as he looks towards her questionable look
* Thedda lays her jacket carefully down in the corner. Her coat being very valueble to her... She stands up and ponders the computers question.
<Katrina`> So long.
<Katrina`> Simulator: A certain place? A certain place at a certain time? A certain historical event? Battle?
<Thedda> Oooh. historical event. Now that could be an interesting fight.
<Katrina`> Simulator: Anything in particular you want?
* Namarie nods "It was." smiles as he looks towards her "Whats your song?"
<Katrina`> Huh? My song?
<Namarie> Yes. Your song. Surely you have one
<Katrina`> Well, no.
* Thedda taps her chin in thought.
<Thedda> Name all the major battles that were meant to destroy all reploids.
* Namarie blinks confused "Weird.. i thought all races have songs.. oh well.. still have alot to learn about humans"
<Katrina`> Simulator Computer: *pauses* There were no real battles meant to destroy reploids specifically, though occurances throughout history led to destruction of reploids.
<Katrina`> Well, most humans do, I suppose.
<Namarie> Can you explain that more? *seems himself intreeged*
<Katrina`> Well, some humans associate emotions or memories by the type of music playing. Say, I was in love with someone and a certain song was playing, then that might become "our" song, since we fell in love while hearing it.
* Thedda bites her lip and ponders
* Namarie blinks still confused with the hole music thing "I still have yet get this music thing you humans listen to all the time.. There is too much and don`t come from the person themselfs... it doesn`t tell their story.."
<Thedda> NRP: whole?
<Katrina`> Often, no. Though the artists - those who make the songs - might write something from their past.
<Thedda> ... Set me up with 2nd generation DS. ^^ Maybe he won't slaughter me as much.
<Thedda> And, a rooftop of a building somewhere.
<Katrina`> Simulator Computer: ... you mean...early Galactic War DS?
<Thedda> Sure, if you wanna be specific.
* Namarie nods "Alright. that makes a bit more sence, there is so much to learn about humans and all their emotions, and how they express them"
<Katrina`> Simulator: Well, there are several DS sims. The DS from the Maverick Wars, the DS from the year long battle against CorSec, Mavericks, and the Tsivrixsh. Early Galactic War DS. Late Galactic War DS. And Motenk DS.
<Thedda> 2nd easiest DS?
<Katrina`> Simulator: The 2nd easiest DS would be ... *pause*
<Katrina`> Simulator: Late Galactic War DS.
<Katrina`> Indeed. You'll find we're a complicated race.
<Thedda> Lets go with him.
<Namarie> Yes, you are. Tho very intersting. I still wonder how long it shall take me to learn most of it
<Katrina`> GM: *Thedda appears on a rooftop. Death Star appears on the other side of the roof. He stands there, frozen in time. He looks just like the early Galactic War DS Thedda fought, only he has both his eyes intact.*
<Katrina`> Most humans don't understand themselves.
* Thedda pulls her whip from her belt andgrips it tight. "Hello."
<Namarie> I noticed that. Can you explain to me why that is?
<Katrina`> GM: *the sim remains frozen, awaiting the "Start" command*
<Thedda> ....Oh yeah. *shakes her head* Start. ^^
<Katrina`> Humans are emotionally creatures. Their passions and feelings rule their logic. And so often, they spend most of their lives trying to figure out "Why". Why they are the way they are and why they are exisiting. Why do they exist. For what purpose.
<Thedda> NRP: I never mentioned that Thedda is a natural blonde? ^.~
<Katrina`> GM: *the wind begins to blow. It's thunderstorm weather*
*** Katrina` is now known as DeathStar
* DeathStar comes to life, shaking his head once, eyeing Thedda.
<Thedda> Hello. *glares at DS*
<Namarie> Interstening. Yet all my life i just watch and take part in what i like.
* DeathStar nods once.
<DeathStar> Katrina: Oh?
* DeathStar pulls out his DS saber, activating it.
<Thedda> Not even gonna say hello? well, that's just not nice!
* Thedda lights her whip
* DeathStar grins slightly
<DeathStar> I apologize.
<Thedda> Bullshit. *readies in her fighting stance*
* DeathStar blinks, raising an eyebrow
<DeathStar> Okay.
<Thedda> NRP: Is this dumb DS? lol
<Namarie> NRP: brb
<DeathStar> NRP: No. He was just taken back by her reaction.
<Thedda> NRP: okie!
* DeathStar slides into a fighting stance similar to that of the other DS sim.
* Thedda whips the air once, readying herself. "Ready to dance?"
<DeathStar> Yes.
* Thedda smiles. "Lets go."
<DeathStar> Lets.
* Thedda strafes, circling DS.
<Thedda> ... Safety protocal, Off.
* DeathStar stands still.
* Thedda whips at DS' feet in attempts to startle him.
* DeathStar seems unmoved by the tactic.
* Thedda moves in closer and whips DS' side.
* DeathStar springs to the right to avoid it.
<Thedda> ....Do you even fight, or do you just hop around like a bunny?
* DeathStar narrows his eyes and slides back, running at Thedda.
* Thedda runs head on with DS, she leaps in the air and whips down on DS.
* DeathStar leaps in mid air at the same time, slashing at her.
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* Thedda 's shoulder bumps DS' and spins around and activates her canon and blasts DS'.
* Namarie nods "Indeed. You see my race watches everything and is just nomads. native to space so the wars you get into don`t consern us, not much does so we just float on by"
* DeathStar slams it aside with the saber and lands on the roof in a crouched position.
<DeathStar> Katrina: ... I see.
* Thedda lands safely on the roof. "Impressive."
* DeathStar stands and flips towards her, but then stops just out of whipping range and cartwheels to the right, stopping on the edge of the roof.
* Thedda eyes DS. "Playing dangerous eh?" she grasps 3 knife from her belt with her free hand and fires them at DS.
<Namarie> It is oh so intersting learning all this, isn`t it?
<DeathStar> Katrina: Yes it is. I love hearing about other species.
* DeathStar flips over them and lands in a crouched position a foot away from Thedda. He looks up, grins, and slashes at her chest in a fluid swipe.
* Thedda flips to the side, hoping to dodge the slash, and uses her wraps her whip around the saber.
* DeathStar allows her to do so, then rushes forward and throws a punch at Thedda's face, all the while keeping his other hand on the saber.
<Namarie> You mentioned a word a little bit ago.. and i am still unsure of its meaning tho so many songs are about this thing called 'love'
<DeathStar> ...love. It's...where you feel...this strong feeling for another, a type of..you care for them, deeper than you would just someone else or even a casual friend. It's the type of love where you want to do anything for the other person, even die if you had to.
* Thedda can't dodge the punch in time, but swings using her whip around and behind DS, Kicking his back.
<DeathStar> NRP: Kat said that.
* DeathStar takes the kick, then rams his weight against Thedda.
<Namarie> Intersting.. So this love is what drives humans to die?
* Thedda slides onto the ground underneath DS. She takes a knife and slams it into his upper leg. The pushes both her feet up to kick DS in the stomach.
<DeathStar> Katrina: Uh..no.
<DeathStar> Katrina: Though it can.
* DeathStar flips away as he is kicked. He glances at the knife in his armored leg.
* DeathStar grips the saber which he reclaimed in the tussel.
* Namarie blinks confused "Its so weird"
<DeathStar> Katrina: You'll figure it out one day.
* Thedda flips up onto her feet and grips her whip.
<DeathStar> Not badd.
<Namarie> Oh i hope i shall.
<DeathStar> (Bad)
<Thedda> Not too bad yourself.
* DeathStar shakes the saber twice, the blade extending.
* Thedda cracks her neck, causing her chains to russle. She isn't phased by the saber.
* DeathStar flips it off and drops it on the roof.
* DeathStar holds up his hands like a fighter.
<Namarie> SO what is your gole in life?
<Thedda> NRP: Goal?
<Namarie> p yes
<DeathStar> Katrina: I just want to find out what there is out there in the galaxy. To discover what I can.
<Namarie> *NRP
<Thedda> Whatcha got up those sleeves DS?
<DeathStar> Something.
<Thedda> I can see that.
* DeathStar flips away from the saber, circling Thedda now.
* DeathStar stops so she's between him and the saber
<Namarie> Hehehe, i can help you there, i have seen a bit of it. It is sooo intersting what is out there
<DeathStar> Alright, lets play.
* DeathStar holds up his hands again, turning them into fists.
<DeathStar> Katrina: Really?
* Thedda flips in the air, back, landing just behind the saber.
* Thedda kicks the saber off the roof.
<DeathStar> GM: *the second she kicks it, it zaps the hell out of her*
<Namarie> i`ll do my best to help ya out.
<Thedda> AAARRRRRRRRGHHH! *drops her her knees* .oO(I knew that was going to happen...)
* DeathStar rushes forward, punching at her head.
* Thedda falls back, just missing the punch. She does a handstand and kicks at DS' back.
* DeathStar steps to the side and kicks up at her extended leg, aiming for the crotch area.
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<DeathStar> Katrina: I'd appreciate that.
* Thedda flips back after DS' made contact. She whips straight across DS' leg that he used to kick her.
*** Novablade is now known as Nova-Sleep
<Namarie> Your welcome.
* DeathStar stands there with a leg extended and wrapped up in a whip. He then flips his own body rapidly to the roof ground.
* Thedda pulls the whip, still wrapped around DS' leg and hurdles him into the air, unwrapped the whip from his leg.
* DeathStar flies through the air like a bird, then falls over the side of the roof and out of sight.
<Thedda> ....*looks around catiously.*
<DeathStar> GM: *the wind blows dangerously. The roof remains empty*
<Thedda> ... End.
<Thedda> Stop, whatever.
<DeathStar> Simulator Computer: Are you...sure?
<Thedda> .... He's not around! he flew off the building!
<DeathStar> Voice: Oh?
<DeathStar> GM: *from behind*
* Thedda jerks her body around.
* DeathStar stands behind Thedda, balanced on the roof edge. He holds the previously kicked saber, activated. He leaps forward as she begins to jerk around, slashing in a downward slash.
<DeathStar> Katrina: *looks at the time left until arrival - 30 mins*
<Namarie> Well Kat, what can i try and help you with?
* Thedda is hit by the saber and she stumbles backwards... "Jesus christ."
<DeathStar> GM: *A slash will then appear down Thedda's clothes, and a little red line - not deep - down her chest.
* Thedda slashes at DS' chest with her whip.
* DeathStar lands in a crouched position, then is hit by the whip
* DeathStar rolls back.
* Thedda grabs 2 knives and throws them just after DS is hit with her whip
* DeathStar spins to the side, one entering his armored arm.
<DeathStar> ... I'm getting slow in my old age.
* Thedda looks down and notices the rip in her corset.. she puts her hand on the gash. "Old age eh?"
* DeathStar grins.
<DeathStar> Just a little reploid humor.
* Thedda nods. "I got it. " she winks.
<Thedda> Cute.
* DeathStar lifts his arm to the mouth and grips the knife in his teeth, jerking it out.
* DeathStar spits the knife out.
<DeathStar> GM: *red fluid, like blood, trinkles down his arm*
*** Nova-Sleep is now known as Scrapper
<DeathStar> Katrina: I wonder if President Dominator will recover soon.
<Namarie> I have no idea.
<DeathStar> Katrina: *looks at the viewscreen, showing hyperspace*
* Thedda eyes the 'blood'.. then raises the canon from her arm, and blasts at DS twice, once to his upper right, and one to hid mid left.
<Namarie> Wish we where in regular space, that way i could take a step the vastness
<DeathStar> Katrina: I don't know. Hyperspace has a certain beauty to it.
* DeathStar spins rapidly to the side, hitting the upper right away.
<Thedda> (mid)
<DeathStar> Not bad.
* DeathStar lets the hid mid left one pass.
* Scrapper walks in haggardly, nearly faling over himself. *"Perhaps, like the bleak bueaty of an alliance maximum security prison cell."
<DeathStar> Katrina: *looks at Scrapper* Hello.
<Thedda> Thanks.
* DeathStar grips his wounded arm briefly, stopping the blood flow.
<Namarie> That is true. It does. But i like Space more coz it is my home. I wonder if i can survive in hyperspace... Hmm..
* Thedda stares into DS' eyes.
<DeathStar> Katrina: I hear creatures cannot. Though ... one person did.
* Namarie looks over to Scrapper and bows to him
* DeathStar stares back at Thedda. He seems pleased.
<Namarie> Who?
<DeathStar> Katrina: Da--Death Star. Though I hear the experience changed his molecular makeup.
* Scrapper lets a slight bow come to himself before he does a double take.
<Thedda> ... What are you so happy about?
<Namarie> Wow. I bet. Then again.. he is made of mettal right?
<DeathStar> Katrina: Reploids do have metallic insides and mechanicisms inside, yes. It changed with DS.
<DeathStar> You.
<Thedda> Me? *seems confused*
<DeathStar> Yes, you.
<DeathStar> Katrina: *eyes Scrapper's double take*
<Thedda> Why me?
<Namarie> Then again i am kinda like that.. but not.. its weird, you should class me as a bio-macanical being. *glances back towards Scrapper*
<DeathStar> Well, you can't have been doing this fighting thing for too long, yes? Yet you're pretty good at strategy.
<Scrapper> I do doubt it has anything to do with him being a reploid though. Excuse me.. I merely wish to point out that I'm not one worthy of such honors.
<Thedda> 'Bout 6 years or so.
<DeathStar> Katrina: *giggles briefly at Scrapper* Of course you are.
<DeathStar> Six years. *pauses, reflecting* Yes, six years of fighting can toughen you up. Though, it's the real thing that determines anything in you.
<Namarie> huh... *looks to Kat* isn`t he human tho?
<DeathStar> Katrina: Who? Scrapper? Yes.
* Thedda nods. "I agree. That's why I'm here. With the Alliance that is."
* DeathStar twirls his saber.
<Scrapper> *Takes it with grace* Well I might be ranked within this military it is not witha soldier's honor that I serve.
<DeathStar> The Alliance, eh? Oh, yes, the Alliance.
* DeathStar nods, as if confirming something in the simulator memory banks.
<Scrapper> One second, compter how goes the runnings of the security division?
* Thedda stands, thinking for a moment. "What kept you coming back and fighting?"
<DeathStar> Skippy: Security division is shaping up pretty well, sir.
<DeathStar> Me? ...
* DeathStar flips the saber off, turning to the side to think.
<Thedda> I don't see anybody else here. ^^
<Namarie> anyway. The again i`m a bit different then everyone else.. it may work with me.. hmm
* Thedda blows out her whip, a puff a smoke arising from it.
<DeathStar> Well, I...think Death Star kept going back to fight because it was in his nature to make a better world for everyone. Towards the end, it was for those he cared about.
<DeathStar> It was, truly, the only thing he knew how to do.
<Thedda> Brave man.
<Scrapper> Well, tales tell of other eploids attempting the same in recourse of DS' changes...Seems it didn't work as well for them.
<DeathStar> Katrina: You mean other reploids jumped into hyperspace?
* DeathStar activates the saber, aiming it briefly at Thedda, then pulls back into a defensive stance.
<Scrapper> Indeed. In truth, it wouldn't surprise me if it were more metaphysical in nature...
<Thedda> Thank you. You gave me the answer I was looking for. End this.
<DeathStar> GM: *Thedda returns to an empty room*
*** DeathStar is now known as Katrina`
* Katrina` leans back in her seat, lost in thought.
* Thedda drops her whip to the floor, deep in thought.
<Namarie> Kat. think you could do up a sim on the computer that we can run tests for?
* Katrina` looks up
<Katrina`> How so?
* Thedda shakes out of her thought and picks up her belongings and walks out of the stall and to the elevator. "The bridge please."
<Thedda> NRP: it's the bridge right? lol
<Scrapper> Skippy, could you show me an analysis of DEathstar's differences, using other young reploids as a baseline measure?
* Thedda completely forgotten the gash crossing her chest. She's too much in thought about DS to think of anything else.
<Katrina`> Skippy: I don't know. Historically, DS avoided being scanned or analyzed after the incident. The most he agreed to was letting Dominator make up a simulator of him before the Galactic War ended.
* Namarie looks to Kat "think you can help me with it?"
<Katrina`> What type of sim are we talking about?
* Thedda stands motionless in the elevator, waiting for it.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *arrives on the bridge*
* Katrina` turns to see Thedda
<Katrina`> Greeting, Comm--you're hurt!
<Namarie> computer sim, to run tests to see how my bod---?
* Thedda walks out and slowly looks up at the others.. "Oh yeah.. that.. I'm fine."
* Thedda walks over to her seat. She puts on her trench coat and sits down.
* Scrapper greets Thedda with a sly grin, loosening his own trenchcoat.
<Katrina`> NRP: Kat: Your clothes are torn, too! Showing us your boobs! ... wait, were you having sex?
<Katrina`> Uh, oh-okay.
* Katrina` turns to Namarie, though a bit concerned.
<Thedda> ... just a scratch, was fighting a sim again...
<Katrina`> To..see how your body would react in hyperspace?
*** Gar-gone is now known as Garland
<Namarie> Yes, be an intersting thing to do
<Katrina`> I suppose. Give me a week or two and I'll see what I can do.
* Thedda takes a cigarette from her pack and lights it up.
<Scrapper> Nice to see your doing alright, au madame`.
* Namarie looks towards Thedda then back to kat "what is with humans and thos canser sticks?"
* Thedda turns to Kat and says softly.. "Your father was a dedicated man. You were very lucky."
* Thedda looks to Namarie. "I AM NO HUMAN."
<Katrina`> I don't know, Na---*pauses, turning to Thedda* Huh?....
* Scrapper lights two of his own simultaneously.
<Thedda> NRP: YEAH GO SCRAPPER!!!
<Katrina`> Skippy: 20 minutes until we arrive at the military base. President Dominator is still unconscious.
<Scrapper> Death is imminent-Is it not strange to you to find 'soldiers' who don't smoke?
<Thedda> ... I fought a weaker DS today. 'DS' and I talked after for a moment.
* Katrina` goes kind of blank on the face and her voice is small
<Katrina`> You did?
<Namarie> I don`t. I don`t see the point in them
* Thedda nods.
<Thedda> Even though it wasn't him directly. I somehow connected with him. Strange, but that's what I felt.
<Katrina`> I see...*looks lost in thought at this varible*
* Thedda points to Namarie and glares at him. "You call me a human again, and I swear I'll cut your throat."
<Scrapper> Not strange by my line of reasoning-I bet he's the sort that would have used sucha measure as a contingency plan.
* Namarie walks over to Thedda and looks her over to see what race she is "Hmmm..."
<Thedda> NRP: Man, you can't piss off a dominant reploid! lol
* Thedda stands up and looks at Namarie. "What the hell are you looking for?"
<Scrapper> To Thedda: I'd watch that sort of talk...Any internal disagreements go trough me.
* Katrina` sits thoughtfully
* Thedda nods at Scrappers comment. She then pops her canon out of her arm. "Again, what are you looking for?"
<Namarie> First time i`ve seen a reploid up close before. Sorry if i have affened you. *starts to mutter in his angelic languae, once more a song schoing lowly from his agared mouth*
* Thedda looks Namarie up and down.
<Katrina`> NRP: *waves hand at Namarie* These are not the reploids you are looking for.
<Thedda> ....What am I, a fucking piece of art?
<Scrapper> Of course if we are going to speak of great old heroes I'd suggest we speak of Gravedigger, or Dominator. There is less debate as to their true means.
* Thedda puts the canon away and takes a puff of her smoke and blows it in the general direction of Namarie.
*** Garland is now known as Sardis
* Scrapper appears overly nervous as if ready to break out guns.
* Namarie folds his wings, as he smoke hits agenst it. he seems not to notice the sent of it at all. "Useless for me to use those things anyway"
<Katrina`> GM: *there's another note on Sardis' door*
* Scrapper lights another two with the flip of a lighter.
* Sardis steps out of his room and reads it...
<Katrina`> Note: Youre a fagg, Tsvixrsh. Go bac home! HAHAHAHALOLOLOL
* Thedda rolls her eyes and sits down in her chair.... "..fucking idiot.." She continues to puff on her smoke.
<Sardis> .....
* Sardis pockets it and joins the others.
* Sardis walks up to Namarie and punches him for no reason, then walks out.
<Scrapper> Thedda, you up to some last minute training while we wait? I grow tired of all this *talk*.
* Katrina` blinks
* Katrina` looks at Sardis leave.
<Thedda> ...Sardis?
* Namarie mutters 'yunnings' then blinks as he looks to the back of his wings "Ok.."
<Katrina`> Uh...maybe it's Tsivrixsh for "Hi"...?
<Thedda> ... What the fuck was that. O.o... And Scrapper, sure, I'm up for it. Beats the hell outta dealing with that. *motions to namarie*
* Scrapper heads for the elevator.
<Scrapper> Security Division .
<Thedda> Yeah, and hello in Reploid is to blast someone with plasma. *gets up and walks after Scrapper*
<Katrina`> Elevator: *takes Scrappy and Thedda to the Security Division level*
<Katrina`> Skippy: 15 more minutes until arrival.
* Katrina` nods.
<Katrina`> I'll notify the Captain.
<Thedda> The nerve of that guy. Jesus christ.
<Namarie> Tsiverixsh, intersting creatures they are. *glances towards Thedda* Indeed, i hope all reploids are as ignorant as yourself *just before the elevator leaves*
<Scrapper> Skippy, load program Catalyst Training. Subject: Garland. Level :2
* Katrina` pauses in calling up the Captain, eyeing the elevator and Namarie.
<Sherin-Classin> NRP: MISSPELLED!
<Katrina`> Skippy: Will do.
<Sardis> Garland: *appears*
* Thedda eyes Garland.
<Scrapper> Well, shall we get to this legendary hero?
<Sardis> Garland: *is a 6 year old kid*
<Katrina`> NRP: Note, this isn't like the Simulator Garland. This is Scrapper's training programs.
* Katrina` hits the comm.
<Katrina`> Captain, we'll be arriving at the military station in 14 minutes. No word on Dominator waking up yet.
<Thedda> Heh. First DS. Now Garland.
<Thedda> NRP: what's the difference?
* Namarie shrugs shaking his head "Reploids seem to have a anger management problem.."
<Sardis> Garland: *throws up a peace sign*
<Katrina`> Well, I don't ... know.
<Scrapper> NRP:Looks like a little kid-fights like a big man.
*** Sherin-Classin is now known as Cardinal
<Katrina`> NRP: It'S GOHAN
* Sardis approaches Cardinal as soon as he sees her.
<Thedda> NRP: ooookie?
<Cardinal> <Comm> Right, Kat... thanks for handling things. Sorry I've been cooped up all day.
<Sardis> Captain.
* Scrapper starts it out by letting an explosive blast out that hits some simulated debris over Garland's head.
<Katrina`> Session 19 begins!
<Katrina`> NRP: Continue with waht you're doing.
<Sardis> Garland: Ow ow ow ow ow...
* Cardinal yawns and leaves her quarters into the hall - and runs into Sardis
<Cardinal> ...Yes?
* Scrapper just stands ther smokeing.
<Sardis> Garland: *runs into Scrapper and punches'em in the gut*
* Sardis holds out a stack of notes.
* Thedda stands to the side and watches for a moment.
<Sardis> These have been repeatedly found on my door.
* Cardinal takes them and flips through them
<Katrina`> GM: *all of them are hate notes - badly spelt*
* Scrapper flips out of the way, letting it glance, but still looks hurt.
<Scrapper> Show em, Thedda.
<Cardinal> Hmph. And I thought I had a mature crew.
<Sardis> ...
* Thedda pulls off her jacket and raises her canon, blasting at Gar.
<Sardis> Garland: KIAMA! *fires a blast at Thedda*
<Katrina`> GM: *As Cardinal says this, a guy wearing a shirt for a Ninja mask walks by, making Ninja sounds*
* Namarie yawns as he walks over to his post as he does some scans and system whide checks
* Thedda flips, hoping to avoid the blast
* Cardinal raises an eyebrow, then shakes her head and sighs
<Thedda> NRP: ROFLMAO!!!!
* Scrapper silents erects a pssionic barrier to hold helpless Garland in place, *hopefully*.
* Katrina` smiles over at Namarie
<Katrina`> It should get busy soon.
* Sardis head off.
<Sardis> Garland: *struggles* No fair! *whines* PLAY FAIRRR!
<Cardinal> I'll let the crew know that when whoever did this gets caught, they'll spend a little time in the brig.
<Namarie> I hope so. Weird how in such a confind space i get bored from time to time... but in space i am never bored.
* Thedda grabs her whip, lights it, and whip Garland across the chest.
<Sardis> Garland: *cries*
<Scrapper> Skippy:Up the ante to Level 4. Oh and place the security staff on orange level alert.
<Katrina`> Skippy: 9 mins, Katty.
<Katrina`> ...Katty?
<Cardinal> Now, if you'll excuse me...
<Katrina`> Skippy: *does so*
* Cardinal walks to the elevator
<Sardis> Garland: *gets serious, at level 4* SUPER ATTACKKKKK!!!!!!!
<Katrina`> Elevator: *opens up*
<Sardis> Garland: *breaks free from the barrier and summons soda machines that fall on Thedda and Scrapper.
<Katrina`> NRP: WOOO! And only us from TAW1 would get taht.
<Cardinal> Bridge. *steps on*
* Thedda grabs 4 knives in one hand and --- "ARGGHHH!" Is stuck under a pop machine.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *zooms up to the bridge*
<Sardis> Garland: *spins around turning his back to them all, a Coca-cola symbol on the back of his now red and white gi.*
* Scrapper seems to be held down and to have broken a few ribs. *Good thing this is only a sim.*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Thedda> NRP: omg..
<Katrina`> Skippy: I, uh, made some modifcations, Scrapper.
<Sardis> NRP: Product placement.
<Scrapper> Catalyst Power Designations Thedda and Scrapper out.
* Cardinal steps out and sits down
<Katrina`> GM: *the sim ends and the cokes vanish*
<Scrapper> Skippy, just place classic Garland simulator and Classic DeathStar simulator against one amother and gather data for me.
<Namarie> Captain *nods to her as she enters*
* Thedda stands up.
<Katrina`> Skippy: Will do. In the meantime, Commander Thedda, we're about to arrive at our destination.
* Cardinal stretches and yawns
<Katrina`> Captain on the bridge.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: CAPTAIN!
* Thedda nods. "Alright. Thanks."
<Cardinal> Yeah?
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: We LOVE you!
* Thedda walks to the elevator. "Bridge." Steps on.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: She's not going to take off her top for you, okay, man?
<Katrina`> Elevator: *zooms Thedda up to the bridge*
* Cardinal glares daggers at both 4 and 5
* Namarie rases a brow to the ensigns
<Scrapper> Comm: Security Staff, we are at red orange alert, I repeat we are at red-orange alert.
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: Message from Med Bay.
* Scrapper was following Thedda.
<Cardinal> Patch 'em through.
* Thedda walks off the elevator, without her jacket as she left it on the Security Division. She walks over, and sits down in her seat.
<Katrina`> Med Bay Assistant: Captain, we have a situation down here
*** Vile has joined #TAW
<Cardinal> .oO{Great.} What's up?
<Katrina`> Med Bay Assistant: The man who was brought in here with President Dominator is missing.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: We'll be out of hyperspace in 4 minutes.
<Scrapper> Comm: I want containment teams covering the 3 levels surrounding the medbay.
<Katrina`> Security team on comm: Got it.
<Thedda> Oh my god... *shakes her head* Yah know, I ran into this really really weird guy today... he was wearing this shirt as a ninja mask, or something.
<Scrapper> Comm: Oh and Nobody, I want you to lead the containment operation.
<Katrina`> Ensign Nobody on Comm: Mah-Me?
<Scrapper> Comm: Yes you Nobody. Nobody shall lead the operation.
<Cardinal> I wonder if today could get any worse. Sheesh.
<Katrina`> Skippy: ... nobody will lead the operation?
* Katrina` giggles.
* Thedda laughs.
<Scrapper> Skippy:Ensign Nobody.
* Sardis stands off to the side.
<Katrina`> Skippy: Oh, sure, nobody.
* Namarie shakes his head as he listens to them
<Katrina`> Ensign Nobody on Comm: On it, sir.
<Katrina`> Aquarius: *drops out of hyperspace. The Alliance Military station is aheaD*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: We're here, sir.
<Katrina`> NRP: *a group of females make out with Vile on the 2nd Level*
<Cardinal> ...Scrap, set a couple guards in the hangar. We don't want that guy getting away.
<Thedda> NRP: O.o
<Scrapper> NRP:Vile and a group of females?
<Vile> NRP: I pitty da foo dat aint tapping dees asses!
<Thedda> NRP: *Vile makes out with DeathStar
<Vile> NRP: In a hottub...full of jello. Bill Cosby watches.
<Katrina`> NRP: *approves*
<Thedda> NRP: LIME Jello! ^^
<Scrapper> Captain, I routinely set a contingent of 6 guards there, we need any more than that?
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: The station is hailing us.
<Katrina`> NRP: That's no moon, it's a STATION!
* Namarie taps a few buttons on his screen as he does some last checks of the systems
<Thedda> Scrapper, I think we should have 10. But that's just my opinion.
<Katrina`> NRP: *everyone looks to the Captain to answer their questions. Cardinal stands there, momentarily overwhelmed in what to do...but, then, it dawns on her. The only answer to a situation this dire. She clears her throat and everyone leans in to her command. She goes... "Orgy".
<Vile> NRP: The band appears in a cloud of smoke and plays*
<Thedda> NRP: ROFLMAO!!!!!!!
<Scrapper> Comm: Let's post another 2 guards in the hangar along with all capable fighter pilots in the Security Division.
<Katrina`> Guy on Comm: Roger.
<Vile> NRP: "No no..it's Steve." "Roger." "STEVE!"
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: We're still being hailed.
<Thedda> NRP: Hailed?
<Scrapper> Comm: Make that 3 fighter pilots with the rest on reserve. I will not have any explosions taking out all of my men.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: No sign of the fugitive.
<Katrina`> Uh, lets hear the hail, 3.
<Katrina`> The captain is planning our next move.
<Scrapper> Comm:Nobody, what's going on?
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: ... okay...
* Cardinal looks over her fingers
<Cardinal> Huh, what? Crap, sorry, dozed off...
<Katrina`> Nobody on Comm: UH, Nobody here. No sign of him.
<Cardinal> Put them through.
<Katrina`> *A Lt. appears on the viewscreen* Aquarius, why are you here?
<Cardinal> ...It's a long story, and you probably won't believe us anyway.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Lt. looks stone cold unphased*
<Scrapper> Comm:Well,just do some advanced sensor sweeps. I want him found and I'm sure you can do it Ensign Nobody. Have faith in yourself.
<Thedda> We picked up someone unexpected on our travel. Trust us...
<Katrina`> Lt on Viewscreen: Liiiike?
* Katrina` looks up from her console.
<Katrina`> I'm picking up 15 ships coming out of hyperspace near us.
<Cardinal> Long story short: we have an injured President Dominator on board.
<Katrina`> They'll be in sight in 4 minutes.
<Thedda> ...Shit. Can you get a reading of what type?
<Cardinal> ...Try to find out who they are.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Lt. raises an eyebrow* Now that's a whopper. You're right, I don't believe it.
<Katrina`> On it.
<Cardinal> I should've known they'd try to follow us.
<Katrina`> Raiders.
* Scrapper storms off to the elevator.
<Thedda> ... They would have followed us anywhere Captain.
<Cardinal> How are our shields looking?
<Scrapper> Hangar
<Katrina`> Scrappy: 90%.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *takes Scrappy to the hanger*
<Cardinal> Of course they would. But here, we have backup.
<Katrina`> NRP: Er, Skippy said te 90.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Lt. hangs up on them*
<Cardinal> NRP: ENSIGN 3!
* Cardinal hits her forehead
* Namarie moves his hands over the console as he powers up the systems, "Waiting for your word."
<Cardinal> So much for the backup idea.
<Scrapper> Comm: Elite fighter pilot didvision report to hangar.
<Thedda> Lovely people.
<Katrina`> We should go into red alert, Captain.
<Scrapper> NRP:DIVISION.
<Katrina`> That, or retreat into hyperspace.
<Cardinal> Number 3, try to talk them into backing us up. Set us to red alert.
<Katrina`> GM: *red alert goes off around the station, red lights turning on*
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: Trying.
* Scrapper gets into a fighter that suits his piloting style.
<Cardinal> Ensign 2, Namarie, prepare for combat.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Raiders come into sight*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: On it.
<Thedda> NRP: <Cardinal> Someone set up us the bomb!
<Katrina`> Military Station: *seems to be arming it's cannons, too*
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: We're granted safe haven in the station.
* Namarie nods "Got it" rases shields as he brings their weapons online
<Scrapper> Comm:Alright, Captain can we open the hangar doors here?
* Thedda sits quietly, trying to figure out what to say/do.
<Cardinal> Number 2, park us. We'll let the station handle this.
<Katrina`> Raiders: *will be in attack range in 2 minutes*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: It'll take 2 minutes and 20 seconds to reach the station. *he flies toward it*
<Cardinal> <Comm> Go for it, Scrap. Try to buy us a little time.
<Katrina`> ...
<Katrina`> Something's not right
* Katrina` looks at her readings.
<Cardinal> What's up, Kat?
* Scrapper bullets out ad watches, the 2nd wing follow his.
<Katrina`> 15 ships of the same type we fought earlier. It doesn't make sense. I mean, we beat 9 with no problem, and now we have a station here to aid us.
* Namarie cracks his neck as he looks towards his controls, for a moment then the screen
<Katrina`> GM: *in attack range in 1 minute and 30 seconds*
<Cardinal> ...Either they're stupid, the scanner is broken, or they're cloaked... or some are still in hyperspace.
* Thedda sighs. "Why do I have a feeling we'll be fighting more then just those raiders..."
<Katrina`> GM: *suddenly, alarms go off. Something is coming out of hyperspace*
* Cardinal hits the arm of the CO chair with her fist
<Cardinal> Kat, what is it?
<Katrina`> GM: *A Tsivrixsh battle ship, heavily damaged and repaired by lously Raider technology comes through. It seems the Raiders got a big gun*
* Namarie looks towards the screen as he listens to kat
<Katrina`> A Tsivrixsh battle ship.
<Scrapper> Comm:Alright, we'll be fighting quads, remember circle manuevers and try to conserve your plasma bombs for good shots.
<Cardinal> Looks like we may have to fight after all.
<Katrina`> GM: *the battleship opens fire on the station, tearing at it's shields*
<Katrina`> Raiders: *fire on Scrapper's men*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: That battleship is going to block our approach to the station.
<Scrapper> Comm:Evasive manuevers. cover me, I'm going to attempt to board the cruiser-Yes, I am crazy.
<Katrina`> GM: *sure enough, the battleship pulls in front of the Aquarius and the station, still attacking the station*
<Cardinal> ...Crap. Number 2, begin attack maneuvers on the battleship!
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *turns the Aquarius, slowly, out of the way so Namarie can fire on it*
<Cardinal> Namarie, are you ready on the weapons?
* Scrapper dances all over the place trying to bank to the back of the battleship.
<Katrina`> GM: *the battleship fires on Scrapper, easily tearing away his shields*
<Cardinal> <Comm> Scrap! What the hell are you doing?!
<Katrina`> ...he'll get himself killed!
* Namarie hits a few buttons on his console "You bet captain" he starts to attack the battleship
* Scrapper places all power on shields and engines.
<Katrina`> GM: *The battle ship's shields flash as they are hit*
<Katrina`> GM: *the Raiders keep Scrapper's men busy*
<Cardinal> Kat, try to find a weakness in those shields.
<Katrina`> ...!
<Scrapper> <Comm> Drawing fire, drawing fire.
<Katrina`> Captain, I'm picking up some huge radiation wave emmitting from inside the ship.
<Cardinal> ...Say what?
<Katrina`> It's like they're purposely overloading the core.
<Cardinal> ...They're going to blow themselves up...?
<Katrina`> Battleship: *hits Scrapper's ship again, tearing the shields out for good*
<Katrina`> ...and us and the station.
<Cardinal> ...Dammit, Scrap, get the hell out of there!
<Namarie> They want out cargo at any cost it seems
* Scrapper attempts to ram at the hull near the fighterdocks of the battleship.
<Cardinal> Which means we've gotta lead them away somehow...
<Vile> NRP: Scrapper explodes as he slams into the armored hanger doors.
<Katrina`> NRP: Yeah, like...that's what I'm thinking.
<Katrina`> GM: *Scrapper's ship goes...squish and boom*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Pulling back
* Scrapper presses evac and lets the ship go boom.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Aquarius begins to fly away from the battleship. It follows.*
<Cardinal> Good, they only want us...
<Katrina`> ...The shields are draining as they gather power for their core explosion.
<Cardinal> ...Was I wise putting that idiot at chief of security?
<Katrina`> Raiders: *keep fighting Scrapper's men. Scrapper's men are barely winning*
<Katrina`> ...if he's lucky, he'll survive the explosion...
<Cardinal> ...Luck. Yeah.
<Scrapper> <comm> Captain, it seems the shields are losing power.
<Cardinal> NRP: Thank you, Captain Obvious. :P
<Scrapper> NRP:What can I say...he is an idiot.
*** Ripple has joined #taw
<Cardinal> Let's just concentrate on evasion right now. Let's get that that as far away as possible from the base. How are our shields holding up?
<Katrina`> Battleship: *fires on the Aquarius*
*** Kimera is now known as Kim[AWAY]
<Vile> NRP: Having ejected from his ship, Scrapper wouldnt know that...but, hey! It's Movie magic!
<Katrina`> NRP: True. He wouldn't.
<Namarie> We are at 80% cap
<Scrapper> NRP:Was assumming basic sensory info from escape pod.
<Cardinal> Any weakness in their sheidls, Kat?
<Katrina`> Just try as many shots as you can.
<Katrina`> Impactors might work.
* Namarie nods as he lays on the fire towards the shields of the battle ship
<Katrina`> Battleship: *stops firing*
<Katrina`> GM: *Raider ships fly out of it, not to attack, but just fly out of it*
<Cardinal> Looks like they've drained their weapons now... am I right, Kat?
<Katrina`> Uh...no, sir.
<Katrina`> They still had a good 25% power.
<Cardinal> ...Then... what're they doing?
<Katrina`> Battleship: *begins to fly forward at a faster speed, like someone is using all the energy into engines*
<Katrina`> ...increasing speed.
<Cardinal> ...They're trying to ram us.
<Katrina`> And then blow up.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: We'll never escape them at that speed, sir.
<Cardinal> Lay into it with everything we've got, Nam... *rubs her temples in deep thought*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: 1 minute until impact.
<Katrina`> ...their shields are at 20%.
* Scrapper calls for a wingman. "We need to get something done here."
<Katrina`> Wingman: *picks up Scrapper's pod*
* Namarie nods as he fires everything he can at the battleship, the shields now down with the enegy going to engines?
<Scrapper> Alright, all plasma bombs at the battleship. We're in trouble here.
<Katrina`> Battleship: *comes closer, the shields going out now. Parts of the hull chip off at the blasts*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: 20 seconds until impact.
* Namarie tires to uses the weapons to knock it off couse or blow the hell out of it if the fist idea don`t work
<Cardinal> <Comm> Scrap, get your team to help us take this thing out. We're not going to be able to get away in time... number 2, do everything you can to evade.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: On it.
<Katrina`> GM: *more of the hull explodes away as the battleship gets closer*
<Scrapper> <Comm> Already on it.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: 10 seconds until impact, sir.
<Scrapper> Comm: Fighters Trget the midsection. We're going to make some space debris out of this thing.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: 5 seconds. Brace for impact.
* Katrina` grips her console.
<Scrapper> Comm: If you have to get back in hyperspace Captain. We'll be fine.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: IMPACT NOW!
<Cardinal> *runs out of options* ...Number 2, hyperspace, now!
* Scrapper motions for full payload dropoffs.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *slams the button, jumping into hyperspace as the battleship hits. A jerk is felt, then they are in hyperspace, blind*
<Cardinal> .oO{Are we any better off now...?}
<Scrapper> Comm: Station is that amnesty deal still good?
* Namarie blinks as he runs system whide check on the systems
<Katrina`> Battleship: *self-destructs, a huge wave taking out most of Scrapper's fighters*
<Cardinal> *sits back and sighs* Any idea where we're headed, number 2?
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *htis the button again, dropping them out. Dead ahead, a hundred thousands miles away, is a star*
* Scrapper picks up any evac pods he can.
<Vile> NRP: They exit hyperspace right next to the Raider's base. "Fignuts!"
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
* Katrina` eyes the star
<Katrina`> Holy...
<Thedda> NRP: aww nuts.. i mean.. aww nuts.
* Namarie looks towards the star as he smiles
<Katrina`> GM: *the sounds of the elevator door opening are heard*
* Namarie looks over
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *aims a blaster at Katrina* No one move!
<Vile> NRP: He frowns as all the sensor information declares that the star is collapsing. "Aaaaw shit."
* Cardinal sighs
* Thedda raises an eyebrow at the man.
<Katrina`> !
* Katrina` blinks, surprised and taken back
<Cardinal> *doesn't look back* ...What do you want?
<Katrina`> GM: *Sensors indicate...the star is collapsing*
<Vile> NRP: HA.
* Namarie looks to see who the man is, as he glances towards the console to see if he can partion some shields around the man
<Scrapper> NRP:Moo HA.
<Cardinal> ...Now is NOT a good time... can I help you?
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: You're going to have Dominator placed on a shuttle and we're both leavin.
* Katrina` eyes the gun and sees the man is focused on Cardinal. She leaps forward and grabs his hand, jerking it away.
<Vile> NRP:Coincidentally, his name is "Unowen J. Mann.")
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *is surprised and fires. Kat goes down*
<Thedda> For keeping your asses from being killed, your not very grateful.
<Cardinal> And that's why we should've left you on the shuttle. Because you stink at this.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *turns to aim at Cardinal*
* Namarie runs at the man, and tries to tackle him to the ground
* Cardinal grips her spear
<Cardinal> *is now looking at him* Do you really want to do that? Hmm?
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *flips out of the way*
* Thedda grabs a knife and throws it at the mans wrist, in hopes to pin it to the wall
<Vile> NRP: It's Neo!
* Sardis rushes in from the side, chopping at the man's elbow.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *turns so that the gun is knocked out. He's them chopped and falls to his knees*
<Thedda> NRP: does her knife just disappear, or what?
<Katrina`> GM: *the star is just a minute away from collapsing totally*
<Cardinal> ...Number 2, take us back to the station.
* Sardis spins, chopping at his neck and stopping just short.
* Katrina` lays on the ground
* Namarie goes to grapple men, holdiong him in place
* Sardis looks at Cardinal.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *curses*
* Sardis holds the axe close to the man's neck.
* Cardinal kneels down next to Katrina, ignoring the man
<Sardis> Captain.
* Katrina` has been shout in the shoulder.
<Katrina`> I'm...fine..
<Katrina`> (shoot, too)
<Thedda> NRP: alright, so it does...
<Cardinal> NRP: Try again. :P
<Cardinal> ...Yes, Sardis?
<Sardis> NRP: Shout it out! Come on now.... shoooout it out! *washes clothes*
* Sardis nods at the man.
<Katrina`> GM: *the star collapses and explodes. A shockwave starts moving out, rapidly*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *was, uh, knocked out*
<Cardinal> ...Number 2, what the hell are you doing? WAKE UP!
<Vile> NRP: Cue stock footage of the Enterprise entering warp.
<Cardinal> ...Somebody attend to Kat! Do we have ANYONE capable of moving this ship?
*** Thedda is now known as Caladia
<Katrina`> Planet 1: *is shattered instantly*
* Sardis hrms.
<Katrina`> GM: *the elevator doors open...again!*
* Sardis grabs the man and throws him up against the wall, patting him down for weapons.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *Stands there, surveying the scene once again*
* Sardis binds his arms and pushes him down infront of what conscious ensigns there are, moving over to Kat.
<Katrina`> Planet 2: *is shattered*
* Katrina` holds her shoulder, flinching in pain
<Cardinal> ...Need I remind you that we're all going to die if nobody up here can pilot this ship?
* Sardis helps her up.
<Katrina`> Dominator: ? *looks at the controls* I can, Captain.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *moves over, and, uh, just hits the button labeled hyperspace*
<Cardinal> *blinks* Where did you come from... sir?
<Caladia> NRP: Thedda isn't doing anything, so whatever, *is gonna stop sessioning*
<Sardis> NRP: Maybe you should make her do something.
<Katrina`> GM: *they enter hyperspace just before the shockwave passes over*
<Vile> NRP: The Aquarius controls are VERY user friendly.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *looks back* I came up from MedBay. Is everyone okay?
<Katrina`> NRP: Quite.
* Sardis looks at Kat.
<Namarie> Man.. to close again.. *walks over to the man and keeps a close eye on him*
<Caladia> NRP: If I knew what the hell was going on, and knew what the hell my character was supposed to be doing, then yeah, I probably would do something.
<Cardinal> ...Mental note. Look at the controls before getting desperate... Katrina's been shot.
<Cardinal> Sardis, take Katrina to Medbay. I need to stay up here in case anything else goes wrong.
* Sardis nods, gesturing Kat on.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *brings them out of hyperspace in a safe area*
* Katrina` moves into the elevator, holding her shoulder.
* Sardis presses the button.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *glares at Namarie*
<Katrina`> Elevator: *goes down to Med Bay*
<Namarie> Shall we take him to the brig before we go get our lost men?
* Katrina` leans against Sardis, breathing heavy.
<Katrina`> I didn't know getting shot hurt so much
<Cardinal> It's good to see you're alive, sir. *turns to the unknown man* Now, if you wouldn't mind telling us a little information? Like, who you are, who you're working for. You know, the usual.
<Sardis> Most people don't untill it happens.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *eyes the man* He pretended he was one of my honor guards and killed my real honor guard, then called in the Raiders.
<Vile> NRP: "I'll never tell you!" "The plot dictates that, yes, you will." "Dammit..stupid plotline.."
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn't for you damn people and your pet Tsivrixsh.
* Katrina` laughs weakly
<Cardinal> Thanks, President... but that doesn't give me the key I need. *draws her sword* Who are you working for. And don't give me the "I'll never tell" excuse, either.
* Sardis helps her off the elevator.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: Pfft. You're sad.
* Katrina` thanks Sardis, moving into the med lab.
* Sardis nods.
<Cardinal> *expression doesn't change* Thank you.
* Katrina` gets treated for the shoulder wound.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *reaches into his pocket and pulls out a dead man's switch, activating it*
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: I'm wired to blow up - something I picked up from your little security center.
<Sardis> NRP: I bound his arms.
<Katrina`> NRP: You DID?
<Sardis> NRP: I also padded him down...
<Katrina`> NRP: I'm foiled again!
<Sardis> NRP: Yes.
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: *does shit*
<Vile> NRP: What a mess!
<Caladia> NRP: eeew.
<Sardis> NRP: Aw.. not on the floor!!!
<Vile> NRP: "Ha! Clearly this is a victory for evil!"
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Cardinal> ...Namarie, take him to the brig.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *eyes the man, then Cardinal* We still have time.
* Namarie nods as he pulls up the man and takes him to the brig
<Katrina`> Unknown Man: You haven't heard the last of me! Don't forget the name. That's "U.N.K.N.O.W.N. M.A.N!"!
<Katrina`> GM: *he's dragged into the elevator with Namarie and the doors close*
<Katrina`> Dominator: *eyes Thedda, KOed on the floor...somehow*
<Caladia> NRP: Last time I checked, she was sitting in her chair....
<Katrina`> NRP: You stopped RPing, you get KOed!
<Caladia> NRP: O.o
<Cardinal> ...Why are the villains always corny?
<Caladia> NRP: I'll start rping if the retarded fighting shits over.
<Katrina`> NRP: No. You're KOed!
<Katrina`> Dominator: I'm not sure. But, Captain, I need your help.
<Caladia> NRP *shrugs*
<Cardinal> *sits* Shoot.
<Vile> NRP: *BLAM* "Mr President!"
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Katrina`> Dominator: Command thought it would be wisest for me to get a ride with you to the Alliance Capital. They thought no one would find out and try to stop me from naming my successor by doing this. Obviously, that planned failed..
* Caladia is away -( Not here...... )- at 10:38p -( P:On / L:On )-
*** Caladia is now known as Cally-NotHere
<Cardinal> Well... I guess things sort of found their own way of working out then. Sort of.
<Katrina`> Dominator: I'm sorry to have put your crew into so much danger.
<Katrina`> NRP: *meantime, Scrapper floats in space in his evac. pod*
<Cardinal> *shrugs* It comes with the territory.
<Vile> NRP: Unfortunatly, he ran out of air 40 minutes ago.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Should we pick up our men first, Captain?
<Cardinal> NRP: Nah, let's leave them.
<Cardinal> Yeah. We need to make a quick stop back at that station, but then we'll head for the Capital, sir.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *nods* Thank you, Captain. *takes a seat in the counselor spot*
<Cardinal> Get on it, number 2.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *pilots back to the Military Base, via HYPERSPACE.*
*** Ripple has quit IRC (Quit: )
* Namarie exits the lift and returns to his position at his post
* Katrina` returns to the bridge, patched up.
<Sardis> NRP: I can survive, see? *jumps out*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL.
<Katrina`> Aquarius: *returns to the military base*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Our men are returning back to the coop.
<Cardinal> Good.
* Scrapper looks on the salvaging operations.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *turns to Cardinal* I just want to let you know I'll put in a good word for you and your crew when we get there. You've gone beyond the call of duty today, Captain.
<Cardinal> Thank you, sir.
* Sardis comes in and looks down at Thedda.
<Katrina`> Dominator: It brings back memories of another group.
<Sardis> .... Her to the med-bay?
<Vile> NRP: *Dominator has a flash-back to the A-Team.*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Katrina`> NRP: Dominator: Dammit, Mr. T, don't do that shit!
* Sardis drags Thedda by the ankle to the medbay.
<Cally-NotHere> NRP. o.o;
<Katrina`> NRP: That's one way of getting there.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Everyone's onboard, sir, including our heroic Chief of Security.
<Vile> NRP: As they enter the lift, the doors close on Thedda's head about 7 times before Sardis notices.*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Katrina`> Med Bay: *works on reviving Thedda*
<Cardinal> *muttering* That's not what I'd call him...
<Scrapper> Comm: You know Captain, i'm sure there's a nearby prison colony if you feel the need to send me back.
<Cardinal> Ok, then set a course for the Alliance Capital.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Shall I head for the Capital, sir?
<Cardinal> <Comm> Don't know what we'd do without you, Scrap.
<Scrapper> Comm: I'll take that as a raincheck.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: I think we'd be in a lot better shape, personally.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: As in, we'd have one EXTRA STARFIGHTER
<Katrina`> Ensign 1: Shhh. He'll get you thrown in the brig.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *does so. The Aquarius jumps into hyperspace*
<Katrina`> Med Bay: *use smelling salt on Thedda.*
<Scrapper> Elevator, Bridge please.
* Katrina` sits at her station
<Sardis> *thinks back the the door incident..* Make sure her head isn't hurt.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *zooms Scrappy up to the bridge*
* Sardis edges out.
<Katrina`> Med Bay: *eye the sides of her head, then look up* Did someone hit her with a door 7 times?
<Vile> NRP: Scrappy steps out, "Puppy POWER!"
<Cardinal> NRP: DEATH *murders Vile*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Vile> NRP: LOL. I couldnt resist.
<Scrapper> NRP: If it wasn't for you darn kids, I could've gotten away with it.
* Scrapper steps out, looking about half-dead.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *sits in his seat, thinking back to the good ol' days*
<Katrina`> ...Scrapper, you look awful!
* Cardinal looks back
* Katrina` flinches, trying not to move her arm much
* Sardis rejoins the group.
<Cardinal> ...You know, we have a medical bay. Why not go check it out? *grins, obvious she's just messing with Scrap*
<Vile> NRP: Dominator . o O {...Hotpants, booty shorts...disco balls...
<Scrapper> Thanks for the concern...
<Scrapper> *lets out a sly grin and begins standing up straight.*
* Katrina` loosk over at President Dominator, who looks trippy for a reploid.
* Scrapper looks over at dominator and doesn't even pretend to recognize him.
<Scrapper> who might you be stranger?
<Katrina`> Dominator: Me? I'm ... uh, Dominator.
<Vile> Nrp: *Flash of lightening, roll of thunder.*
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Weird, my console just shorted like lightning hit it.
<Scrapper> Oh. Can't say I recognize the name...
<Katrina`> Dominator: ... really?
<Scrapper> Either that or I haven't spent the last 10 years in an Alliance prison.
<Katrina`> Dominator: Wuh?
<Katrina`> Dominator: *looks lost*
* Katrina` hides her face in her hands.
* Scrapper lets forth a sly grin and lights a smoke.
<Scrapper> It was a joke.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *looks to Captain* Is he kidding?
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: Waitaminute!
<Scrapper> Well, not the prison part.
* Cardinal shrugs
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: It's a FAKE Dominator! *leaps over a row of consoles and tackles Dom, getting him in a headlock*
<Katrina`> Dominator: ACK
<Cardinal> Number 5, what the hell are you doing?!
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: *tugs at Dom's face*
* Scrapper kicks Number 5.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: *is kicked off*
<Scrapper> Mind if I call ina scan team?
<Katrina`> Dominator: *sits up, looking dazed*
* Cardinal scratches her head
<Scrapper> Comm: I need a scan team on bridge.
* Namarie sighs
<Katrina`> Dominator: *gets back in his seat* A scan team is...fine...I guess.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: *growls at Dom* I'll get you!
* Scrapper slams the butt of his gun down on Ensign 5.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: OUF. *is KOed*
<Cardinal> Ensign Scrapper!
<Katrina`> Dominator: That was a bit...overly done, don't you think?
<Cardinal> There are ways to shut people up OTHER than violence. Once we dock at the Capital, you're to assist the janitorial crew with cleaning the 23rd through 25th floors. Understand?
<Scrapper> I apologize. I tend to handle disturbers of the peace personally. I find it brings an extra amount of discipline to the ship.
<Katrina`> GM: *a wire overhead snaps and swings back and forth over Dom's head, sparking*
<Katrina`> Dominator: You should learn to control yourself. He's just...confused.
<Cardinal> Uh... Mr. President, sir... standing up may not be a good idea right now.
* Cardinal points up
<Katrina`> Dominator: *looks up* !
<Katrina`> Dominator: I think you need maintainence.
<Scrapper> Captain sir, I've already had those decks cleaned. My security staff cleans up their own messes.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *drops them out of hyperspace at the planet*
<Cardinal> The 23rd floor houses the bar. I highly doubt the security staff wanted to play janitor for the single nastiest place on the ship. ...Well, the bathroom areas excluded.
<Katrina`> Dominator: A shuttle should come meet us. I'll go to the hanger.
* Scrapper takes Ensign 5 to medbay.
<Katrina`> GM: *The scanner team arrives*
<Katrina`> Dominator: *moves out from underneath the wire and stands up, safely away.* Thank you for everything, Captain.
<Cardinal> That's what we're here for.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *holds out his hand*
* Cardinal shakes it
<Katrina`> Dominator: Good luck to you and your crew. I expect great things from you.
<Katrina`> Dominator: *finishes shaking her hand and steps around the scanning crew and onto the elevator. He nods, then the doors close*
* Katrina` looks over at Cardinal from the science console
<Katrina`> Well, looks like we finished this mission successfully.
* Scrapper heads back up to the bridge.
<Katrina`> GM: *A shuttle flies up from the planet and docks with the Aquarius*
<Katrina`> GM: *a few minutes later, the shuttle flies away from the Aquarius and heads back to the planet*
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Well, Captain, we currently have no damage and no orders. What course shall I lay in?
<Katrina`> Ensign 1: Shall we boldly go where NO man has gone before?
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: Shall we go to the border with the Raiders?
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Shall we border patrol the border with the Tsivrixsh?
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: Or shall we go to the nearest gambling planet and get rich?
<Katrina`> ...is that legal to do on duty?
<Katrina`> NRP: *as they all talk, Dom's shuttle explodes*
<Scrapper> Well, I guess i know what we'll be doing now?
* Katrina` looks to Scrapper
<Katrina`> Hmmm?
<Cardinal> You humans and gambling. *sighs*
<Katrina`> NRP: Yes, Ensign 5 somehow came back...
<Scrapper> Investigating that explosion, of course.
* Katrina` stands up and walks over to Scrapper, leans up close to him... like she's going to kiss him...but instead feels his forehead.
<Katrina`> ...I think he could be running a fever, sir.
* Scrapper smirks.
* Katrina` steps back.
<Cardinal> You might want to head to Medbay after all, Scrap.
<Scrapper> I'm just crazy..sort of a derelict.
<Katrina`> Skippy: Pup--er, huykhuyk
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *Waits for a destination*
<Katrina`> NRP: The...FINAL Destination
* Katrina` sits back down.
* Katrina` nurses her shoulder.
* Scrapper hands Katrina a cloth to use for binding if she needs and heads down to security, but briefly pauses.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *is in use, thus halting Scrapper for entering just yet*
* Sardis goes about his duties.
<Vile> NRP: He walks into the lift and tumbles down the elevator shaft*
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
<Scrapper> NRP: Bah!
<Katrina`> NRP: *The elevator arrives with a KOed Thedda and a note.* Note: She tried whipping us upon awaking, so we punched her again
<Katrina`> GM: *the elevator arrives*
* Scrapper changes mind.
<Scrapper> Skippy: How goes the security recovery efforts?
<Katrina`> Elevator: Screw you, too, buddy.
<Katrina`> Elevator: *goes back down*
* Katrina` eyes Cardinal
<Katrina`> Skippy: Uh, okay...
<Namarie> NRP: g2g, night all
<Katrina`> NRP: Later.
<Katrina`> She's asleep...again.
*** Namarie has quit IRC (Quit: <Cardinal> *grabs the PA* Aquarius-wide notice: IT'S NOT a difficult concept to grasp! I am a WOMAN! MA'AM!)
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: ... how can she go to sleep while issuing an order?
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: Lets lift up her shirt.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... Now you're the idiot.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: Watch me. *walks over to Cardinal and reaches out towards the boobs*
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: ...Snoogins.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: *grabs the shirt and lifts it up slowly...*
<Scrapper> Comm: Can I have two female security staff members to bridge. We have an ensign in need of transport to her quarters.
* Katrina` looks at Ensign 5, horrified
<Katrina`> CAPTAIN!
* Cardinal yawns and opens her eyes as 5 reaches towards her - and stands up, raises her veil, and draws her sword in one motion
* Scrapper peers over the Ensign.
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: EEEEK! *hides behind the nearest console*
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: You should just ask her.
<Cardinal> I will MURDER you if you EVER try that again! You'll assist Scrapper with the cleaning! And be GLAD I'm in a good mood!
* Katrina` groans.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: *looks at 6.3, looks away, then does a double take*
* Cardinal sits back down and lowers her veil, still holding her sword
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Awaiting orders, Keptin.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: What? Like you HAVENT seen .3 of a person?
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... *eyes boogle*
* Katrina` lays her head down on her console, closing her eyes.
<Cardinal> Well... either we head for the Tsivrixsh border, or head for the gambling planet... either way... *yawns* I need to get more sleep.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Stop her! She'll drool on the self-destruct!
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: ............... *twitches*
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Are you ... X1?
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: No. I'm vengeance. I am the night. I....am....BATMAN.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... Caaaaptain, we have a situation over here in the corner.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: No matter what my psychologist says..
*** X1 has joined #taw
*** ChanServ sets mode: +o X1
<Katrina`> NRP: AAAAH, SPEAK OF THE DEVIL
<Scrapper> I can help out. i'lll carry her to her quarters then report right back for cleaning duty.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: *edges away from 6.3*
* Scrapper mutters "you know I think I should've stayed in prison.
<Cardinal> ...Go for it. We're heading for the Tsivrixsh border to aid with the patrol. Everybody's off duty until we get there.
* Scrapper does as he says he would.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: THANK you! My GOD, how long does it TAKE to make an ORDER AROUND HERE!
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Er, I mean, Aye aye, Captain
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *enters the coordinates*
* Katrina` is ... carried?
<Vile> *Ensign 6.3 looks to Number 4, "Hey, why is that prison guy named after a tool I use to remove frost from my car's windshield?
* Cardinal yawns
<Cardinal> If anybody needs me... I'll be catching up on my sleep.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... You ... scare... me....
* Cardinal heads for the elevator
<Katrina`> Elevator: *refuses to open*
<Cardinal> I'll let you fellas handle this... problem... OPEN!
* Cardinal kicks the door
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *jumps into hyperspace*
<Katrina`> Elevator: Ow! ABUSE!
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Ensign 2 left us behind!
* Scrapper follows the Captain.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... *Eyes 6.3*8
<Katrina`> Elevator: *keeps the doors shut*
* Katrina` keeps sleeping.
* Cardinal raises her veil and holds her sword parallel to the ground
<Katrina`> Elevator door: *opens*
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Burn them, Number 4. Burn them all. They dont appreciate you like I do...deep inside, they WANT death.
<Cardinal> As I thought. *steps on*
* Scrapper stares the elevator down, using his free arm to itch at his gun.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Really?
* Scrapper then goes in.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: When have I ever lied to you?
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: ... uh ... never?
<Cardinal> 10th floor. *glances at Scrap*
<Scrapper> Quarters.
<Katrina`> GM: *the elevator zooms to the 10th floor and opens, letting Cardinal off, the the doors shuts, heads to the 11th floor, and opens*
<Scrapper> *glances at Cardinal*
<Katrina`> Ensign 1: *looks over to see who Ensign 4 is talking to*
* Scrapper sits Kat down on her bed, and makes sure everything is comfortable.
<Katrina`> zzzz
<Katrina`> NRP: Scrapper: *proceeds to shut Kat's door and play "Doctor" with her*
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Ensign 1 is jealous of you. Kill him, too.
* Scrapper looks down and heads out.
<Katrina`> Ensign 1: *nods slowly, assuming Ensign 4 is nuts, then leans back*
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Right.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Pick up your console and beat him over the head with it. Let his blood flow like WINE.
<Scrapper> NRP: What in SCrap's character would make you assume such a level of immaturity?
<Katrina`> NRP: Weeeeeeell
<Vile> NRPL LOL
* Cardinal yawns as she walks into her quarters
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Right! *grabs the console and stranis to rip it out of the ground* UUUUUNNNNHHHHHH
<Scrapper> Comm:I want a crew on bridge to supervise the remaining Ensigns.
<Katrina`> Ensign 1: ... hey, 3, he's scaring me.
<Katrina`> Ensign 3: Welcome to the club.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: You can do it! After they're dead, draw pagan symbols with their blood - Sacrifice them to Gorthak! The Two Headed Goat God of Ensigns!
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Right! HAIL GORTHAK
* Cardinal flops on the bed and immediately falls asleep
<Katrina`> Ensign 5: ... obviously he doesn't appreciate boobs.
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: And remember, lift with your knees.
<Katrina`> GM: *secruity team enters and eyes Ensign 4 straining to lift the console*
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: Oh, right, thanks. *bends and lifts*
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Drat! Quick! Pretend you dont know me!
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: *whistles, then points at 6.3* I don't KNOW him!
<Katrina`> Security team: *look in the direction 4 is pointing*
<Vile> Ensign 6.3: Well done.
* Cally-NotHere is away -( Sleepies )- at 10:38p -( P:On / L:On )-
*** Cally-NotHere is now known as Cally-Sleepies
* Scrapper goes back to the elevator.
<Scrapper> Bar.
<Katrina`> Security Team: ... *tranq 4 and drag him off*
<Katrina`> Session Ends