Session Start: Fri Jan 31 22:05:05 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030131.log'
<DeathStar> Time Chart: April 8th, 2222
<Cardinal> Captain's Log, April 8th: Well, it's time for the Aquarius's first mission, and I don't think she's ready. She's still a wreck, but Corvus says she can fly, so I guess I'll have to trust him on this one.
<Cardinal> The Aquarius is still horridly understaffed. I still need to select an XO, but I can't think of anyone right now that would fit the job... I'm going to talk to the Alliance today and see about finding a temporary XO among the Cadets.
<DeathStar> GM: The bridge is a disaster area as Ensigns run in and out, trying to get everything for the launch in less than an hour.
* Cardinal mutters, trying to shut out the ensigns while talking on the communicator
*** Dias is now known as Shiva`
<DeathStar> GM: Gregor is, meanwhile, busy trying to get his Security Unit up to order. It's a tough process.
* Shiva` works down in the Hanger Bay, trying to get a Gear to operate
<DeathStar> GM: Corvus Skiers is in the engineering room preparing the Warp Core to activate a jump into hyerpsapce.
<DeathStar> Skippy: Captain, it seems we have located another Ensign at the last moment. A rather. ... unusual one.
<Cardinal> ...Tell 'im to come up here. Dammit, somebody answer the damned communicator...
<DeathStar> Skippy: Will do.
<DeathStar> GM: *one of the stations, the Science Station, begins to give off false readings. A few ensigns work on it*
<Cardinal> ...Why me. *gives up on the communicator and sits back* ..Why me?
<DeathStar> Skippy: Well, Captain, because you were at the top of your class?
<Cardinal> Seems to me like they have their priorities backwards.
<DeathStar> Skippy: Oh, yes, Command gave a response on the XO from the Cadet pull request.
<DeathStar> (pool)
<Cardinal> ...Thank the goddess.
<DeathStar> Skippy: I believe it was ... laughter.
<Namarie> /me the elevator doors open as a 6'8" male walks out, with a pair of 7 foot metalic wings behind him. he lowers his head slightly to enter the bridge. he walks over to Cardinal "Ensign Zorictorina Qwartic
<Namarie> ((....))
<Namarie> ((*kills())
<Shiva`> NRP: Use NRP!!
<Cardinal> NRP: Just start over.
* Namarie the elevator doors open as a 6'8" male walks out, with a pair of 7 foot metalic wings behind him. he lowers his head slightly to enter the bridge. he walks over to Cardinal "Ensign Zorictorina Qwartic repporting for duty. You may call me Namarie insteed tho, Sir."
<Cardinal> ...Looks like they didn't give you a briefing. *flexes her wings*
<Shiva`> NRP: The mating call begins!
<Cardinal> NRP: *eats Dias*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Also, Command says while you're requesting Cadets, should they said in Freshmen, too?
<Cardinal> Dear goddess no.
<DeathStar> Skippy: Hm. Well, it seems no one with leadership skills is available, Captain.
<Cardinal> *curses in Dharina* Looks like we're taking off without an XO, then. Estimated time of departure? *has forgotten Namarie is there*
* Shiva` leans back from the mech she's working on and sighs
<DeathStar> Skippy: They are still offering Freshmen, though.
* Namarie looks down to Cardinal as he glances about the bridge, muttering to himself in a musical tone. he waits watching over Cardinal...
<Cardinal> Sorry, I need somebody that's taken at least some of the upper level officer classes.
*** Vile|AWAY is now known as Vile
<Vile> Vile|AWAY is back from [Hm.].
<DeathStar> GM: *everyone eyes the Tech who is talking to himself in the corner just then*
<DeathStar> GM: *Cardinal's Communicator beeps*
* Cardinal flips it on
<Cardinal> Yo?
<DeathStar> Skippy: Ensign Namarie, your room is on Level 11. I don't have time to go into details, as we're about to launch. We'll get you settled in later.
<DeathStar> Cardinal's Communicator: Corvus here. Warp Core is online ... I think.
<Cardinal> ...You think.
<DeathStar> Cardinal's Communicator: The tests say it's okay 95% of the time. But we won't know until we actually try it out.
* Shiva` leans back into the Engine Core of the Gear and continues working on cleaning it out and rear lubing all the gears and moveable parts
<Cardinal> Sounds good to me. Starts the preparations.
* Namarie nods "Alright. Thanks." notes that in his momery as he shifts his wings slightly, reflecting some light around the bridge.
<DeathStar> Skippy: All hands -- Ensigns and Techs, prepare for start up proceedures. All officers, to the bridge.
<Cardinal> ...Cripes! Skippy, did you or I assign anyone to navigation...?
<DeathStar> Skippy: Uh ... uh ... shit, no.
<DeathStar> Skippy: We need a starship pilot.
<Cardinal> Frigging... cancel the preparations until I can find somebody.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Oo! oo! Me me!
* Shiva` leans up again at hearing Skippy, but goes back to working
<DeathStar> Skippy: All hands, stand by.
* Namarie glances over to Ensign 2 as he stands to the right of Cardinal, his hands held hehind his back
* Cardinal turns to Namarie
<Cardinal> I don't suppose you know anything about navigation?
<Namarie> I know a little, it isn`t my fortay..
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: *beeps*
<Cardinal> NRP: That's a Spanish communicator, right?
<DeathStar> NRP: You know it.
* Cardinal flips it on
<Cardinal> Hwenira's Pizza, how may I help you?
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: Chief of Security here, ... we're ... doing trial runs. I don't suppose you could do without me on the bridge for launch?
<Cardinal> Yeah, you'll be fine.
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: *beeps on another channel*
<Cardinal> Whoop, got another call.
* Cardinal switches it
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: Commodore Trigger here. Captain, what's this about requesting Cadets for a XO position?
<Cardinal> NRP: TRIGGER? AAAH! *dies*
<DeathStar> NRP: Trigger: *pulls out things from nowhere as Cardinal talks*
<DeathStar> Skippy: So, Ensign Namarie, what's your specialities?
<Cardinal> Nobody I have right now fits the bill, I'm afraid.
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: I see .... this is most unorthodox, you know.
<Cardinal> Show me an alternative.
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: Does no one your ship have any type of leadership skills?
<Namarie> I am a swords men, as well as a martial artist
<DeathStar> Skippy: ... uh ... like to do the weapons console?
<Cardinal> Not a one.
* Namarie nods "Indeed."
<DeathStar> Communicatoro of Cardinal: Well, no one here at the Academy has a primary degree in leadership right this moment. ... but we do have some with secondary leadership abilities.
<DeathStar> Skippy: It's all yours.
<Cardinal> *sighs* *quietly* All I have are techs and muscleheads.
<Cardinal> I'm willing to give just about anybody a shot right now.
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Alright, here's the list of 4th Year Cadets we have. Thomas Wilco and Jane Dorris
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: But, uh, both are ... pretty bad students.
* Namarie bows slightly as he takes skippy in a musical language. he walks over to the weapons console, tapping a few places on the screen, doing a systems check of the weapons
<Cardinal> *sighs* Yeah, I know about Thomas. Isn't this his third year as a fourth year?
<DeathStar> GM: *the weapons check out*
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: ... well, yes.
<Cardinal> Keep going down the list...
* Shiva` leans back and turns over to the giant engine on it's stand that she's currently rebuilding
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Well, 3rd Year Cadets... we have Roger Clark, Mack Hinderson, Albert Wisker, and ... well, Katrina Star.
* Namarie looks forward as he stands ready at his station, hands once more behind his back.
* Shiva` falls to one knee as she grabs her head
<Cardinal> ...Roger's failing, Mack's a musclehead, Albert's known for starting trouble, and Katrina's a science buff. ...*sighs* But that's about all of my options...
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Well, 2nd Year Students are out of the question.
<Cardinal> Indeed...
* Namarie starts to talk to himself in a hushed tone, once more in the musical language, seeming to let the bridge fill with its sweet soft music fill the air
<Kimera> NRP: *starts reconsidering this character VERY quickly...*
* Shiva` taps her comm
<Shiva`> Comm: Cardinal....pick Kat...
<DeathStar> Skippy: ... is that Ensign Shiva? How the hell...?
<Cardinal> ...How'd you tap into this channel, Shiv?
<Shiva`> Comm: Don't worry about it...Just pick Katrina Star...
<Cardinal> Well, I dunno... we were friends at the Academy. It'll look like I'm picking favorites.
<Shiva`> Comm: Atleast you'll be able to trust her then.
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: ... friends, Captain?
<Cardinal> Everybody has to have somebody to hang out with. *sighs* Get off the channel before I do it myself, Shiva.
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: I personally recommend Whisker. He's a brilliant man, even if he's a bit ruthless in his results.
<Shiva`> Comm: I'm just telling you my opinion from experience. She's the one you want to shoose.
* Shiva` taps her comm
* Shiva` rubs her temples, her eye's closed
<Cardinal> ...Skip, cut the line - or not.
<Cardinal> I haven't seen either in action. Would it be possible to bring them both aboard?
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Sorry, you need to leave port in less than 20 minutes. This is last minute notice as it is.
* Namarie glances about the bridge, taking in everything to mind, before looking towards his controlls. he taps a few placecs as he checks the sheilds to see how their systems are
<Cardinal> Bah, decisions...
<DeathStar> GM: *the shields, though not online, are at optimal performance ... supposedly*
* Shiva` walks over to her temporary desk and grabs a bottle of water, opening it and drinking it down
<Cardinal> While I'm thinking about it, do you have somebody you could send to navigate? I got gypped there, too.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Me me me!
* Namarie glances downwards to Cardinal as he keeps his mouth shut, star maps running through his head from past events
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Er, sorry.
<Cardinal> ...Fine, you're temporary navigator until I can find someone else. And... send Wisker aboard. He'll act as temporary XO of the Aquarius.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Yay! *hops over to the controls*
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Will do.
<Cardinal> ...Hang on, Trig. *sighs*
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: *pauses* Yes?
<Cardinal> I just remembered that time when Albert laced my food with a virus. I was sick for days. Send Katrina aboard.
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Alright, Captain. ... you sure?
<Cardinal> I know I'm indecisive. If she proves to not be worth my time, I'll send her back when we get back from this mission.
<DeathStar> Communicator of Cardinal: Alright. Hopefully I can get her there by your launch time. *ends the transmission*
* Cardinal turns the communicator off
<DeathStar> Skippy: Well, we have 18 minutes until we have to be out of here. Orders, Captain?
<Cardinal> I suppose if it was easy, it wouldn't be any fun. *sighs*
* Shiva` regians her composure and goes back to working on the gear
<Cardinal> Go back to performing the launch preparations. I'm going to my quarters to get an aspirin.
<DeathStar> Skippy: All officers, get your departments ready for launch. Ensign Namarie, Weapons check?
<DeathStar> Skippy: Ensign Skiers, Engine check?
* Cardinal heads for the elevator
<DeathStar> Skippy: Ensign Gregor, Security Check?
* Namarie dubble checks the weapons
<DeathStar> Skippy: Ensign Shiva, hanger check?
* Shiva` looks around checking the Hanger to see if it's ok
<DeathStar> GM: *it's okay. Sorta*
<Namarie> Everything seems nomonal.
* Cardinal taps the door to the elevator
<DeathStar> GM: *doors open*
* Cardinal steps on
<DeathStar> Elevator: Floor, bi--please?
<Shiva`> Skippy, the hanger looks good.
<Cardinal> ...What's that?
<DeathStar> Elevator: Good morning.
<Cardinal> ...Right. 10th floor.
<DeathStar> Skippy: Alright, Shiva, head to the bridge.
<DeathStar> Elevator: *goes to the 10th floor and something pushes cardinal out*
<Cardinal> ...HEY!
* Shiva` goes back to working on rebuilding the Gear Engine
<DeathStar> Elevator: Have a nice day. *doors shut*
* Namarie starts to fill the bride with music as he talks to himself.
<Cardinal> ...Could today get any worse?
<DeathStar> Skippy: ... weird.
<Namarie> NRP: *Bridge
<DeathStar> NRP: Bride: *is full of music*
* Cardinal steps into her room and opens the medicine cabinet
<DeathStar> The Aquarius: *hums as the engines power up and all systems go green*
<Cardinal> ...That was fast.
* Cardinal takes the aspirin dry and heads back for the elevator
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Weee! *hits buttons, rotating the Aquarius in spacedock*
<DeathStar> Elevator: *doors open* You again?
<Cardinal> Get over it. Back to the bridge.
* Namarie glances over to Ensign 2, rasing a brow slightly
<DeathStar> Elevator: *Takes Cardinal back up to the bridge where she'll find that, according to the viewscreen, they are upside down*
* Cardinal steps out
<Cardinal> ...What in the...!
<DeathStar> Skippy: 5 minutes until launch.
<Cardinal> ENSIGN!
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Eeep. *straightens the Aqaurius back up. Already on the communication station reports from spacedock asking if they are enjoying themselves are coming in*
* Cardinal grabs the PA
<Cardinal> If there is ANYONE on this ship that has navigational skills, contact the bridge NOW.
<Kimera> NRP: <Ensign 3> ...I can use a compass!
<DeathStar> Skippy: A moving speech, Captain.
<DeathStar> NRP: LOL
<Cardinal> *muttering* I had to study medicine... *continues muttering, switching langauges*
<DeathStar> GM: *a shuttle lands in the hanger*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Shuttle docked.
<DeathStar> <Ensign 4> I'm good at finding my way to the local bar, Sir!
<Cardinal> ...Why the *string of Dharina curses* is everybody calling me sir today!?
<DeathStar> Skippy: Well, sir, because you're Captain?
<Cardinal> Argh, you humans... I'll never understand you. Human computer systems either.
<DeathStar> Skippy: Alright, everyone, to your stations. *Ensigns take the remaining empty stations, including Navigation, Communication, and the Science Officer position. Weapons is taken by Namarie.*
* Namarie glances down to Cardinal, his brow rasing slightly more
* Cardinal flops into the Captain's chair
<DeathStar> GM: *A young girl emerges from the shuttle*
<DeathStar> NRP: Well, 20 young
* Shiva` looks over to the young girl
<DeathStar> GM: *the 20 year old female stands there in a Cadet uniform, her red hair looking frazzled. She looks around, spotting an elevator. She quickly rushes towards it*
<DeathStar> Skippy: We await your command, si----Captain.
* Namarie flexes his wings, before refolding them behind his back "Ready when you are Captain."
<Shiva`> ....Well I'll be damned...
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: I'm ready to pilot this thing out.
<DeathStar> Ensign 3: We have a go from Spacedock, Captain.
<DeathStar> Ensign 4: The science station is most logical ... heh heh, always wanted to do that.
<Cardinal> Don't let me hold you up, then. Let's launch this thing and hope it doesn't blow up on us.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *nods, then grabs the helm and begins to move the lever. The viewscreen, showing the spacedock entrance ahead...begins to get further away*
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Uh oh.
<Cardinal> ...
* Cardinal hits her forehead
* Namarie checks the hull, thinking it would be wise..
<DeathStar> GM: *The Aquarius rams into the side wall of the spacedock*
<Cardinal> NOT REVERSE!
<DeathStar> GM: *The entire ship shakes*
<Namarie> ... *checks for damages to the hull*
<DeathStar> GM: *only 1% damage to the hull was dealt*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Perhaps we should go to Yellow Alert to get out of space dock...?
<DeathStar> Ensign 3: Spacedock is screaming it's head off at us.
* Shiva` turns back to working on the engine
<Kimera> NRP: Ensign 2> *does it 99 more times*
<DeathStar> GM: *a young woman bursts onto the bridge, panting. She holds back her red hair* Cadet Katrina reporting, Captain.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *pulls another lever, the Aquarius jerks forward*
* Cardinal whips around and almost rips into Katrina
<DeathStar> Katrina: *jerks back*
<Cardinal> What the he-oh, hey, Katrina...
<DeathStar> Katrina: ... hi?
<Cardinal> *sighs* Have a seat. *crescendoing* These bloody morons may be able to get us out of the hangar sometime within the NEXT TWO YEARS!
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *accidently leans forward and the Aquarius begins to accelerate much faster than it's suppose to in spacedock. The entrance rushes forward*
<Namarie> ...
<DeathStar> Katrina: *Takes the XO seat to the side of Cardinal, wiping some sweat off her forehead. She then squints at the entrance racing ahead*
<Cardinal> NRP: I love the fury disadvantage. Especially with the way DS is RPing.
<DeathStar> GM: *Namarie's alert goes off. Another ship is nearby, about to enter*
* Namarie watches the screen "Captain.."
<Namarie> Captain! ship aproching!
<DeathStar> GM: *the other Eclispe Ship lowers itself forward on the viewscreen, about to enter*
<Cardinal> Who the hell is working in the hangar!? They know we're here!
<DeathStar> NRP: I am typo god.
<DeathStar> Skippy: But we're not suppose to be exiting this FAST
<DeathStar> Skippy: 20 seconds until impact.
<Cardinal> I don't see where we have a choice now.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *panicks, trying to turn the Aquarius out of the way and slide by*
* Namarie grumbles as he looks towards Ensign 2
<Cardinal> .oO{Stay calm.... stay calm...} Turn starboard 25 degrees. That should take us out of their flight path.
* Cardinal turns to Namarie
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: Ri-Right. *angles the Aquarius. The communication department is frazzled with frenzy communications*
* Shiva` rolls backwards on a chair and sighs
<Cardinal> Put us at yellow alert. We may need the shields in case of a collision.
<DeathStar> Katrina: .oO (I didn't want to die BEFORE we graduate.
<Cardinal> Skippy, patch me through to the other ship.
* Namarie places them on yellow alert as he holds his finger over the shields activation button
<DeathStar> Skippy: Done. Voice command only, since we need the viewscreen*
<Cardinal> Activate the shields, Nam.
<DeathStar> Skippy: 10 seconds.
* Namarie presses his finger down as the shields activate?
<DeathStar> Voice: Aquarius, what ARE YOU DOING?!
<Cardinal> I apologize for the situation, captain, my navigator is a TOTAL MORON.
<DeathStar> Skippy: 5 seconds.
<Cardinal> Angle your ship 35 degrees port and activate your shields if you want to survive this.
<DeathStar> GM: *The other ship begins to turn, just as the Aquarius, on the far left vector, scrapes it's shields against the side of the spacedock and avoids collision*
<DeathStar> Voice: ... thank God.
<DeathStar> Katrina: ... G-G-Good job, Captain...*seems a bit shaken*
<Cardinal> ...I apologize for that incident. The Academy's going to have my head for this... *sits forward and drops her head in her hands*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Navigation has logged in our coordinates. Shall we enter hyperspace?
<Cardinal> *looks up* ...Double check the coordinates.
<DeathStar> GM: *the hanger is full of boxes and crates for delivery to the military base*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Alright. *checks after Ensign 2's work*
<DeathStar> Skippy: He got it.
<Cardinal> Then let's go.
<Namarie> Shall i take us off of yellow alert, Captain?
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *reaches over and grips the lever to enter hyperspace*
<Cardinal> Yeah, put us back in code green.
<DeathStar> Skippy: All hands, stand ready for our first real hyperspace jump.
<DeathStar> GM: *everyone on the bridge grips their consoles for dear life*
<DeathStar> Katrina: Uh ... is there something I should know...?
* Shiva` wheels over to her desk and grabs onto it
* Namarie nods as he taps a few places on his screen as they are taken back to green. he looks forward as he grips his station
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *pulls the lever. For a moment, nothing. Then a humming sound is heard around the Aquarius as it begins to shake*
<DeathStar> GM: *the hanger begins to rattle*
<DeathStar> GM: *The viewscreen begins to flicker and suddenly, they have entered Hyperspace. But, the ship keeps rattling*
<DeathStar> Skippy: Well, I don't think that's suppose to be happening.
<Cardinal> ...What did I do in a past life to deserve this...
* Namarie keeps a close watch on the hull
<DeathStar> Katrina: Captain, this shouldn't happening. We need to drop out.
<Namarie> Captain, i must agree
<DeathStar> Skippy: Oy, the ship rattles and the Cadet cries.
<Cardinal> ...Skippy, status report. Ensign, bring us out of hyperspace. *flips on her communicator* What's going on down there, Corvus?
<DeathStar> Corvus Skiers: I don't know, some sort of anamolie we missed in the simulations. Shut her down.
<DeathStar> Ensign 2: *pulls the lever to drop them out of hyperspace. Nothing happens*
* Namarie taps his controls as he checks on the current hull damage
<Shiva`> Skippy, why's the ship shaking?
<DeathStar> Skippy through terminal hanger: We're trapped in hyperspace. We cannot get out.
<DeathStar> Skippy on Bridge: Captain, ask Namarie, but I think the hull is being compromised.
<Shiva`> Skippy, is there any override?
<Cardinal> ...By the goddess... Corvus, how long'll it take to fix this "anomaly?"
<DeathStar> NRP: I can't spell anymore.
<DeathStar> Corvus Skiers: Give me 10 minutes.
<DeathStar> Skippy through terminal hanger: Not of which I'm aware of.
<Namarie> Captain, we are holding well, But this must be fixed quickly, we are at 97%
<DeathStar> Katrina: ... there has to be some sort of override, Captain.
<Shiva`> Skippy, what about some sort of procedure in an emergency like this?
<DeathStar> Skippy through terminal hanger: I do not have a procedure. Ask the Captain.
<Cardinal> How long can we last? Techs say they need ten minutes. *sighs* I swear they're testing me.
<Namarie> 12 minutes by my check.
* Cardinal spins her chair around and starts rapid-fire typing into the captain's computer
<Shiva`> Skippy, what if we were to shut the engine down?
<DeathStar> Skippy through terminal: Ask Corvus.
<Cardinal> Then we're screwed, unless I can remember the override...
<Shiva`> Comm: Corvus, is it possible for us to shut the reactor core off?
<DeathStar> Corvus Skiers: ... Ouch, dammit. Watch that wire. Yeah, there's a deadman's switch near the reactor core, but if we reset it, we'll be stranded until I can boot the core back online, which could be weeks.
<Shiva`> Comm: Keep that as a last resort then. Hopefully someone can find an override for the reactor core
<Shiva`> NRP: Hyperspace I mean
<DeathStar> Katrina: Captain, this is an Eclipse-class ship, right?
<Namarie> Captain, the hull is at 90%.
<Cardinal> Weeeell, looky here. *stops typing* Seems there's an unknown command on here.
*** DeathStar is now known as Katrina`
<Katrina`> The kind used during the Galactic War?
<Cardinal> Yeah.
<Katrina`> ...oy, Uncle Slasher was always talking about them ...
* Katrina` leans back, trying to remember.
*** Garland has joined #taw
<Katrina`> I can't remember, but there IS an override switch. Slasher got the Alliance to install them, he said.
* Katrina` looks distressed as she tries to remember.
<Cardinal> I can't find one, in the computer anyway. But this command listed as "unknown" looks suspicious.
* Namarie checks his station again, seeming a bit more alarmed "Time is of the essance, we are looing the hull much quicker, we are at 83%" he checkson the time frame
<Cardinal> ...Corvus, how much longer?
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: 4 minutes to locate the problem, then another 5 to lock it down
<Namarie> Captain we have 6 minutes till the hull is gone..
<Cardinal> ...All in favor of finding out what this command does, say aye.
<Katrina`> Say, Captain...that unknown, is that an actual file?
<Cardinal> Yeah, it is.
<Katrina`> Open it.
<Cardinal> Don't overstep your boundaries, Katrina. *smirks and runs the file*
<Katrina`> GM: *text begins to run, then a simple command. A dot begins to beep underneath the Navigation console, under the floor plate.
* Katrina` blushes
<Katrina`> Sorry.
<Namarie> Captain.. 56% of our hull is left
<Cardinal> I'm kidding.
<Cardinal> ...Well, there's something under the nav console... so how do we get under it without tearing it out of the floor?
* Katrina` looks over her shoulder at the beeping.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: *looks down, feeling along the floor* There's something here, but we need someone strong to budge it
<Cardinal> That's your cue, Namarie.
<Katrina`> GM: *The Aquarius begins to rattle extremely bad. Alarms are going off as sections threaten to give in*
<Cardinal> ...NOW!
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: We located the problem.
* Namarie nods as he rushes over to the something there, and tries to budge it
<Katrina`> GM: *the floor plate pops up. Under it are wires. Red, blue, green, yellow, and red. All lead to the navigation console. One is probably for the hyperspace drive*
<Cardinal> Roger, Corvus. Begin work on fixing it.
<Namarie> Witch one? We have Red, blue, green, yellow and another red
<Cardinal> ...You humans and colored wires. Let me guess, we get to guess which one to cut.
<Katrina`> Skippy: 1 minute until hull collapses.
<Katrina`> I think so.
<Namarie> Come on..
<Cardinal> Corvus, any ideas? You're the tech around here.
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: Any ideas for what, Captain?
<Katrina`> GM: *his voice is faint over the rattling*
<Cardinal> We have a red, blue, green, yellow, and red wire. One of 'em's gotta be connected to the hyperspace drive!
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: Uh ... well, red's bad, right, so ... I hate yellow ,wahta bout ... green or blue?
* Namarie tries to see if their is any indication to tell witch one is the hyperspace one
<Cardinal> We pick the right one, we drop from hyperspace. Wrong, and we could be stranded.
* Shiva` drops to her knee
<Katrina`> Skippy: 20 seconds.
<Shiva`> ....*hits he comm* CUT THE BLUE WIRE!
<Katrina`> ...just...cut one!
* Cardinal tosses a coin into the air
<Cardinal> Blue!
* Namarie cuts the blue one
<Katrina`> The Aquarius: *drops out of hyperspace*
<Cardinal> Heh... luck's never betrayed me before... *collapses into her chair*
<Cardinal> Status report of the hull.
* Katrina` leans back, sweating even more.
* Shiva` holds her head as she sits on the floor
<Katrina`> Some...first day...
<Cardinal> You and me both, Star.
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: Alright, problem fixed. We can enter hyperspace without problems now.
<Katrina`> Ensign 4: *laughs nervously when Skiers says this*
* Namarie stands as he whipes the sweat from his brow then walks back to his station "Bad.. we only have 34% of our hull.."
<Cardinal> How far are we from our destination?
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: We need to do another 20 minutes in hyperspace, Captain.
<Namarie> Corection, 14% Captian.
<Cardinal> Cutting that wire may have completely cut off our hyperspace drive...
<Namarie> Shall i place us on Red alert?
<Katrina`> Corvus Skiers: *over the comm* You should be able to splice it back together.
<Vile> NRP: At first glanced, I confused 'ensign' with 'Correction' and saw that line as 'Erection, 14% Captain.'
<Cardinal> Not necessary, Namarie. But do place us on yellow alert. Again, we may need the shields.
<Katrina`> NRP: LOL
* Namarie nods as he does so
<Namarie> NRP: lmao
<Katrina`> Tech 1: *walks over to the wire and begins to splice it together again*
* Katrina` closes her eyes, like she's going to sleep.
<Cardinal> ...When he's finished, re-enter hyperspace. We need to get somewhere and get this thing repaired.
<Katrina`> Skippy: Captain, something bothers me.
* Namarie checks the long range scaners to see what is about them
<Cardinal> *sighs* What's up?
* Shiva` pushes herself up and makes her way to the elevator
<Katrina`> Skippy: I can sense no cameras or spy devices, so how does Ensign Shiva always know what we're talking about?
<Shiva`> Elevator, take me to wherever Katrina is at.
<Katrina`> Tech 1: Wire is completed. *he slides the panel back onto the floor*
<Katrina`> Elevator: *takes Shiva up to the bridge*
<Cardinal> Telepath, maybe. That, or she wants us dead. *snickers*
<Katrina`> Skippy: Er, uh, Ensign Shiva.
* Shiva` steps off the Elevator and looks around for Kat
* Namarie watches his scaners as he checks the long range ones, seeing if there are any planets or ships about.
<Katrina`> GM: *none*
<Cardinal> Take us into hyperspace, Ensign. The sooner we get off of the suicide rocket, the better.
<Katrina`> Ensign 2: Aye aye, Captain. *pulls the lever. They enter hyperspace, minus the shaking*
* Katrina` is sitting in the XO chair.
* Namarie glances upwards to see how much room he has till the sealing of the bridge
<Katrina`> NRP: ceiling
* Shiva` walks up behind Katrina
<Namarie> NRP: you passed the typo virus to me.
<Katrina`> NRP: I'm typo fre! Do'h!
<Shiva`> It's been a long time Kat.
* Katrina` jumps forward, spinning the chair around. She looks at Shiva oddly.
<Katrina`> GM: *the ceiling to the floor is 11 feet*
<Katrina`> GM: *Cardinal's communicator beeps*
* Cardinal yawns, finally relaxed - and groans as her comm goes off
* Shiva` stands there, someone greasy, her looks not having aged much
<Cardinal> *flips it on* Yeah.
<Katrina`> Ensign on Cardinal's Communicator: Sir, we have an emergency.
<Katrina`> Do I know... you?
<Cardinal> *grabs the PA* Aquarius-wide notice: IT'S NOT a difficult concept to grasp! I am a WOMAN! MA'AM!
<Katrina`> GM: *the people in the bar look up, cheer, and go back to their drinks*
<Cardinal> *drops the PA* Now, what's going on?
<Katrina`> Ensign on Cardinal's Communicator: Ma'am, we have an emergency. We're out of Vodka.
<Shiva`> It's been awhile. I spose you wouldn't remember me.
<Katrina`> Uh, no, no I don't think I do.
<Shiva`> I was one of your Uncle's close friends.
<Cardinal> *sighs* Talk to that Russian ensign on floor 12. He keeps a secret stash in his quarters.
<Katrina`> Oh, you knew Slasher. *smiles brightly* Nice to meet you.
<Katrina`> Ensign on Cardinal's Communicator: I would, but he keeps shouting "Nyet" at us and attacking.
* Shiva` reaches his hand out to greet Kat
<Shiva`> NRP: Her..
<Cardinal> Hit him back.
* Katrina` shakes her hand.
<Shiva`> Your exactly like he said you were..
<Cardinal> Or get somebody to invite him to the bar, then slip in and steal it. I don't know.
* Namarie shakes his head as music fills the bridge as he talks to himself again.
* Cardinal cuts the line
<Katrina`> I am? *smiles*
* Shiva` nods
<Katrina`> Thank you.
<Cardinal> NRP: Note to DS: That's a BAD thing. :P
<Katrina`> Ensign: We should be arriving at the drop out point in 4 minutes.
<Shiva`> Did he ever mention a woman who goes by the name Shiva?
<Katrina`> He ... might have. I can't really recall. Sorry.
<Shiva`> It's alright. You've had more important things to worry about.
* Katrina` sighs a little, but seems pretty upbeat still.
<Katrina`> So, how'd you know him?
<Shiva`> That's a long story actually...
Session Close: Sat Feb 01 00:00:00 2003