Session Start: Fri Dec 30 22:14:59 2005
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20051230.log'
<DeathStar> Stardate: 10-582.4.20
<DeathStar> Location: PAX Station
<DeathStar> 6* Warren Carmichael, the chief of security, is in the security office as he usually is, doing paperwork. And Katrina McCormick, the head diplomat for the team, is in her office in the diplomatic wing, having been there working every day since she got back.
<Ry`> 2Had little to do as far as his job went..Arhn was doing her thing, and she was in no chance of dangers. Ry was in the training chambers, in a silent aura that consumed the room. His body curled up, in a meditating position.
<DeathStar> 6* Slasher has been removed from his status of house arrest and given the mundane jobs of cleaning the station - everything.
* Arhn is currently taking a walk along the station's various sections, as is a habit that has since taken up during the past five days since her arrival.
* Slasher finishes dressing in his new janitorial uniform, not bothering to make it look clean and nice, he steps out of his room, carrying a book in hand as he looks down at as he walks, obviously reading it.
<DeathStar> 6* The station personnel, outside the security and diplomats, consist of engineers, mechanics, and technicians, all who are geniuses in their field and keep the station going. Most of them spend their off time in the lounge with the HoloVid, or in the cafeteria with the food. Or, as the engineers like to do it, they throw parties on the Earth Colony they are orbiting.
* Shiva sits in her room infront of her Terminal, an open communication with one of her business associates on the other end of it.
* Arhn considers a moment and pauses as she passes in front of the security office, deciding to enter within to see Warrn as she is curious as to Ry's attempts to integrate himself.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren looks up as the security offices alert him to a diplomat entering the room. The new security system is picky, but he taps a button to let it be known it's okay.
* Slasher makes his way down to the hanger bay and looks around for Seraphna.
<Ry`> 2He was still getting used to his surroundings, so it was decided upon a little self sword play to pass some of his time. Both swords were quickly pulled out, and activated with a light hum as both came to life. Ry took 2 steps forward, letting his sword stroke the air in front of him. Following it, he took one step backwards and spun, letting the other saber falling upon open air that was once
<Ry`> 2 behind him. Each move was graceful, as he got used to the weapons situated within his hands.
<Arhn> Ah, I hope this is not a bad time. *spoken as she enters into Warren's presence*
<Slasher> ...*walks over to one of the mechanics mustering around* I'm looking for Seraphna...
<DeathStar> <Warren> Of course not, Ambassador. What can I help you with? 6He asks her, cupping his hands together as he sits behind his desk. The room is filled with various desks and seems to be the control center nerve of the station. Monitors are displaying the entire station behind him. The security section branches off to the brig and the training rooms.
<DeathStar> <Mechanic> Uh..I don't know where the chief is. 6He tells Slasher.
<Arhn> I was curious as to my protector's efforts to integrate himself into your ranks have been?
<DeathStar> <Warren> You should discuss that with him. 6He notes dryly, yet without sarcasm.
* Slasher he turns, eyeing on the gears studying it for a few seconds. 1"A shame I assure you..."
<DeathStar> <Mechanic> Uh, yeah...can I help you with something... Lt...? 6He asks him, obviously being new and not knowing Slasher.
* Slasher he turns away, shoving his left hand into his pocket and going back to reading his book as he walks away and out of the hanger.
<Arhn> I wish to hear it from you. It is your duty to be an impartial authority as well as a leader, is it not?
<Ry`> NRP: Ry: Told ya!
<DeathStar> <Warren> Actually, no. My duty, while it is obviously to protect everyone on this station, does not include telling you the activities of your personal honor guard unless his actions interefere with my job. Since he's obviously not interfering with what I do, and the mere fact you're looking healthy, Ambassador, tells me he is doing his job properly.
* Slasher steps out of the hanger and makes his way down the hallway, twisting his body slightly as he passes by someone.
<Arhn> You misunderstand. I am not requesting an intelligence report on his activities. I am merely asking your opinion as to how well he is fitting in.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I am not qualified to judge that. 6He says firmly, looking back down at his reports.
* Slasher stops infront of a door and opens it, stepping inside
<Arhn> I see. And is there a reason that you are hostile toward me?
<DeathStar> <Warren> Hostile, Ambassador? 6He asks her, filling out something
* Slasher steps back outside with a mop and bucket, several cleaning bottles line the side of it, he begins pushing it down towards the nearest bathroom.
<Arhn> You tone is rather cold. A better show of tact would have been a polite refusal rather than an abject dismissal.
<DeathStar> <Warren> It would be why I'm not a diplomat, Ambassador. 6He says, glancing up and giving her a friendly smile, though there seems to be no depth to it.
<Ry`> 2A flip ensued afterwards, allowing his body to streak through the air in a 180 fashion before finally landing firmly upon his own 2 feet. With each movement he grew more familiar with his weapons, and with familiarity..came speed. Almost like a blur his reactions became, as he began to rapidly twirl his sabers around him in slashing motions. Each arm flexed itself, screaming as they pushed
<Ry`> 2 themselves along with the sabers.
<Slasher> NRP: <Ry> *ry then stops, and his arms fall to the floor beside his body*
<Arhn> Fair enought then. Oh, and despite what my protector may say...I am not the...oh...what is the word that you would use? Shrew? Harpy? Regardless...I am not that, despite what he would say.
* Slasher steps into the nearest bathroom and begins cleaning, he show's no sign of emotion as he does so.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I assure you that you haven't been brought up in discussion. 6He tells her, losing the smile since it was fake anyway and just looking at her blankly.
* Alicia has quit IRC (Quit: BRB, rebooting..)
<Arhn> I see. I was hoping for a more social capacity, but it seems my efforts are in vain. Good day, Officer Carmichael. *immediately turns her back to him*
<DeathStar> 6* Warren glances back down at his paperwork, obviously not bothered at all. He begins to fill out his name on sheets again.
* Arhn departs the office, lips pressed together in obvious annoyance.
<DeathStar> NRP: <Arhn> .oO (Bastard) <Warren> .oO (Cookies)
<DeathStar> 6* Warren turns around in his seat to look at the monitors, spotting Slasher alone in the bathroom. He pauses, then drops his pen and begins to walk out of the room, exiting the offices and turning to walk down the hallways so he can access the stairs to the floor Slasher is on.
<Ry`> 2With one final action, both energy blades stopped only inches from piercing the ground. He deactivated the weapons, and strapped them to his sides. Ry stretched once, and headed out into the hallways torward the Security office.
* Arhn says little as she walks past Ry in the hall, obviously a bt annoyed by her encounter with Warren.
* Alicia has joined #TAW
* Shiva strums her fingers and closes the terminal, logging off. She then stands up, stretching hard, with an arch in her back
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stalks down a hallway, putting his hand on the bathroom door and walking in. He holds up a control and blanks out the camera so that the monitor screens shows nothing.
<Ry`> 2Stopped himself in the hallway, and looked torward Arhn with his own annoyed glance. 14"I suggest we talk, if you want me to work in your favor..then I suggest we try to get along.."
* Slasher can be heard scrubbing away in one of the stalls.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren approaches the stall until he's directly behind Slasher. He suddenly reaches over and grabs the back of his outfit, lifting him up and slamming him into the side of the stall. "It's time you and I talked, Winters."
* Arhn stops where she is and then turns around.
<Arhn> And how well have you been doing?
* Slasher grunts in response as he's slammed against the stall wall, a shot of pain appears on his face.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I want you off this station, now. Request a transfer.
<Slasher> You think I wanna be on here?
<DeathStar> <Warren> Request the transfer. Say it isn't working out. Say what you want.
<Ry`> 14"I've been doing fine, I've made a few friends here and there. But I'm getting along fine with the security team..is that is what you wish to ask.."
<Arhn> Yes, it is.
<Slasher> Won't work that easy. Your higher up's have the idea that this is the best place for me and no amount of my disapproval will change that.
<Ry`> 14"Of course..always business"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren unholsters his gun and brings it up under his chin. "You're dangerous, Winters. A threat to everyone on this station. I don't care if you don't remember, because somewhere inside that head of yours, that other part of yourself is there."
<Arhn> It is what I am accustomed to.
* Slasher 's body becomes relaxed as he doesn't resist the gun under his chin. 1"A gun...No doubt you turned the monitors off then. Aren't you afraid I'll say something?
<DeathStar> 6* The monitor display shows all rooms that have cameras installed - except one of the bathrooms, oddly.
<Ry`> 14"Perhaps you should try to lighten yourself up. Being serious all the time can only get you so far. If you plan on someone taking a bullet for you..then maybe undermining ones character is not such a good idea"
<DeathStar> <Warren> I'm thinking about just killing you now and claim you went crazy again. At this point, I think I can get away with this action - after all, with everything you framed me for, this one little thing might just breeze by.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren lowers his aim a little, eyeing Slasher dangerously suddenly. "Clever."
<Slasher> You're naive, I've made no attempt at any hostility what's so ever and you expect that they'ld believe I went insane? *he shakes his head lightly*
<DeathStar> <Warren> I don't really care. 6He cocks the gun as he holds it there. "You destroyed this team singlehandedly."
<Slasher> If you want anyone to hate for me being here, hate EarthGov, this was their idea. I'd almost prefer to be in prison, there they atleast treated me like a human.
<Arhn> I do not have any intention of undermining your character. I have total confidence in your abilities. Only a fool lets personal issues blind them to that.
<Ry`> 14"Then tell me..why were you in the security office just now? Am I that bad that you need to check up on me, to make sure I'm doing my job?"
<Slasher> I know what I did, and I've come to terms with that. It doesn't matter what I say to you, apologies or not, you've already made your decision on me.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I have to know something. I have to know something for definite. 6He holsters the gun and drops Slasher to the ground, shoving him out of the stall into the open part of the bathroom
* Slasher stumbles out of the hall, he looks down at his book on the ground infront of him then up at Warren. 1"What?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> I need to see how you fight. 6He clicks the gun back into his holster for emphasis.
<Slasher> ...I don't fight...
<Arhn> I wished to know Officer Carmichael's opinion on how well you were adjusting, no more.
<DeathStar> <Warren> You were assigned as security - only my command is circumventing that. You think EarthGov is going to put up with you being a janitor forever? 6He brings up his fist. "Now fight."
* Slasher stands there, his hands hanging at his side. 1"I have cleaning to do..."
* Slasher takes a step back towards the stall.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren suddenly swings his fist straight for the side of Slasher's face.
<Ry`> 14"You could have just asked me.."
<Arhn> You would have given it from your point of view. I wished the opinion from a presumably impartial observer.
* Slasher is nailed hard, causing his body to spin to the ground with a thud. He lays there motionless for several seconds then begins to push himself up slowly.
<Slasher> I won't give you a reason...
<DeathStar> 6* Warren waits for him to stand. "You're going to fight me or I'll reassign you as incompetent as a security officer."
<Slasher> So you'er saying I have to be incompetent to be a security officer? *he pushes himself up to his knees*
<DeathStar> NRP: He's saying he'll reassign you if you don't fight as being incompetenant
<Ry`> 2He sighs, giving a shake of his head. 14"I hope the answer you got was positive" 2Ry starts walking along again, heading torward his original destination.
<Slasher> NRP: to slasher it sounded that you were saying as incompetent as a sec officer.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren waits, then steps forward, throwing a second, easy to block punch at his face.
<Arhn> Actually, he didn't wish to give me his assessment. Also, he left the office immediately after I did.
* Slasher let's the punch hit and his head snaps to the side, with a wipe of his face he pushes himself to his feet.
<Ry`> 14"Warrens a...alienated guy. That's his way of saying I'm doing fine...take that how you like."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren waits for him to stand.
<Arhn> Fair enough then.
<Ry`> 14"Loosen up a little, your going to die young from stress" 2He enters the security office, looking around at the emptiness.
* Slasher stands upright, looking at Warren
<DeathStar> <Warren> ... 6He steps forward and swings with yet a third easy punch
* Slasher throws his left hand up intercepting it with his forearm.
<DeathStar> 6* The office is void of people. Warren's paperwork has been left on his desk, which is usually neat if he's not there, and no one is watching the monitors.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pauses, grunting. He steps back and sends a fourth punch for Slasher's gut
<Ry`> 2Moves torward the monitors, looking at them.
<DeathStar> 6* The monitors display the ship, including Arhn in a hallway. One of them is off.
* Slasher slides backwards and throws his right and palm out to catch the fist
* Arhn resumes her walk down the station corridors.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren's fist is caught. He reaches out with his free hand to grab Slasher's arm and tries to yank him forward.
<Ry`> 2He doesn't like that fact..cameras that are off usually equal bad. He sends a com out to Warren, and any other security personel. 14"One of the monitors is off.."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren's comm. speaks, but he's obviously not answering.
* Shiva pivots his body, sliding his feet perpendicular to Warren's body causing him to resist.
<DeathStar> NRP: Shiiiivaaaaa!
<Shiva> NRP: BAKA!
<DeathStar> 6* Warren lets go and jerks his hand free. He slides back, holding up his fists. Warren's not a great hand-to-hand fighter, and it shows, but he's good enough to be a security chief.
* Slasher hops forward holding one fists to the front and the other off to the side.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren slides along the wet floor toward Slasher, going low. He tries to uppercut his fist into Slasher's stomach.
<DeathStar> 6* No other security personnel seem to be on duty, since Ry gets no responses from them.
* Slasher is caught off guard and is uppercutted in the stomach, his body letting out a gasp for air.
<Ry`> 2He doesn't like no one answering either. So like the good little soldier, he tries to get the monitor back up.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren leans back after the successful punch, obviously not trained enough to continue through with his moves.
<DeathStar> 6* Ry would see there's some sort of override command in place - something the security chief only can do.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina McCormick finishes filing her 20th report for the day, holding her head up with her left hand as she sits there, eyeing her desk.
<Ry`> 2He gets a feeling he knows exactly what this is about, so he checks which room the monitors supposed to be examining.
<DeathStar> 6* It's the bathrooms on the hanger floor.
* Slasher coughs as he regains his breath. His hand snaps behind him, grabbing the mop and bucket and he pulls the mop forward and lifts the bucket up hurling it at Warren's body.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren throws up his arm to let the bucket impact against it, causing him to step back for balance.
* Slasher slides across the floor, using the wet floor to his advantage he swings the mop around and jams the mop end up and under Warren's chin, holding it barely away from his throat.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stands there, glancing down at the mop. "So they weren't lying about you. You're different, but capable."
<Ry`> 2Ry remembers mentioning Slasher cleaning the toilets..and Warrens dislike for the guy. So he leaves this one alone, and heads off into the hallway.
* Slasher begins breathing heavily. he then pulls on a cable causing the mop to squeeze itself off onto Warren's clothes. 1"Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I have mopping to do"
<DeathStar> <Warren> You do indeed. 6He says to him, standing there in wet clothes. Adjusting his uniform, he taps a button on his datapad to turn the monitor back on and steps out of the bathroom.
* Slasher slams the mop onto the ground, he kneels down picking up his wet book, wiping it off on his uniform. With a shake of his head he begins to read it again and also starts mopping.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stands up and exits the diplomatic offices, heading for the cafeteria for some food, realizing she hasn't eaten all day yet. She rubs her forehead, almost wishing she had a bottle of something to help her day go by faster.
<Ry`> NRP: She's a freaking drunk
<Arhn> Ah, good day to you. *spoken as she nears Katrina in the hall*
* Shiva is sitting down in the cafeteria, her Datapad infront of her face as she munches on some food.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina pauses, smiling gracefully to Arhn and giving her a polite nod. "Hello, Ambassador Arhn. I'm sorry I haven't stopped by to talk to you yet since your arrival, but I've been so busy with paperwork. How are you adjusting?" 6She asks her in a friendly voice.
<Arhn> I have adjusted well enough to be comfortable, thank you for asking.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Have you spoken with Emissary Shiva yet? 6She asks her politely, walking beside her on her way to the cafeteria.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren steps into the security offices, soaking wet from the mop. He sits down at his desk, grabbing his pen again and filing his paperwork
<Arhn> I have indeed. She is very...interesting. *walking alongside Katrina to the cafeteria*
<DeathStar> <Katrina> I find her a breath of fresh air. She's very free spirited. 6She notes with a smile.
<Ry`> 2Was standing outside of the security office, and nods torward Warren. 14"I hope it was fun"
<DeathStar> <Warren> It was eventful. 6He notes, glancing up at Ry. "But hardly fun."
<Ry`> 14"Didn't kill him did you?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> No, I merely needed to know how deep his supposed memory loss went
<DeathStar> NRP: <Katrina> Either I'm plastered, or you have long ears! 6She tells Ry.
<Arhn> Yes, I suppose that is as good a way of saying it as any.
* Shiva reaches into a bowl, pulling some popcorn out and tosses it in her mouth
<Ry`> NRP: <Ry> Long ears are sexy
<Shiva> NRP: <Shiva> *walks around with out any clothes on*
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina steps into the cafeteria, grabbing a hamburger and putting it on her tray.
<DeathStar> 6* The engineers are currently exiting the cafeteria and talking about their party tonight. They seem to be flooding the hanger already to check out shuttles.
<Ry`> 14"I guess since he's not dead..quite far.." 2He takes out a small flask, obviously something he got new. He offers it to warren.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren shakes his head. "No thank you. I hope the engineers aren't teaching you new habits." 6He notes to Ry as he eyes the flask.
<Ry`> 14"No..I just saw them doing it, and tried it. It's quite..bitter, I can't see how one enjoys it."
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina glances around and sees Shiva. "Speaking of Shiva..." 6She waves with one hand and moves her tray over to Shiva's table, sitting across from her.
<DeathStar> <Warren> The point is to drink it until you stop noticing the taste and you pass out. 6He says ruefully.
<Shiva> Hey there beautiful! *she says with great joy* Glad to see you finally decided to venture out beyond the desk.
<Ry`> 14"..that's enjoyable to humans?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Sadly.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> It happens occassionally. 6She says with a half-smile, grabbing her burger and taking a bite.
<Ry`> 14"Odd..what else do Humans do for fun?"
* Shiva reaches down the seat next to her and picks up small bottle of champaign, and takes a sip of it and sets it on her table.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Sex. 6He signs his name to a document while he talks, finding it unproductive not to do something while talking.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina eyes the bottle of champaign quietly, then at her burger. She sighs a little on the inside.
<DeathStar> (If Warren and Arhn were locked in the room together, they'd probably both do work instead of anything else)
* Shiva places her hand on the table and she shoves the bottle gracefully over to Katrina, a smug look on her face. 1"So how's things going with that ticking time-bomb back?"
* Arhn simply chooses a drink to carry with her to Shiva's table, following Katrina.
<Ry`> 14"Sex huh..judging by how you said that..you don't take it highly"
<DeathStar> <Warren> I simply don't see it as necessary. Especially in the work place.
<DeathStar> NRP: <Ry> You work on a station, though - 24/7. <Warren> Exactly.
<Shiva> NRP: I fear the day Warren has sex.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina takes her cup of water, gulps it down, then pours the champaign into the empty glass. She slides the bottle back to Shiva and mouths thank you. She looks at Arhn. "Not hungry?"
<Ry`> 14"But I never see you do anything besides work..hmm, seems boring"
<Arhn> My metabolism is on a different time than your own.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Perhaps. I'm sure any of the others could tell you things more interesting. Or even vacation spots to go to.
<Ry`> 14"But it seems they are all on their vacation spots..none of them responded over the comm link"
* Shiva she responds with a wink and a smile. 1"So what do you think about the situation with Chad Winters?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> They are probably down on Europa preparing for the engineering weekly party.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina's face darkens slightly, and she drinks more than half the champaign in her glass. "He's still here, isn't he?" 6She says softly.
<Arhn> Chad Winters?
<Shiva> As far as I know yes. Apparently he spends most of his time in his room and no where else really.
<Ry`> 14"So..if something happened at this very moment on the station, the politicians are quite out of luck..great"
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sits there, then seems egged on by some thought in her head to finish the glass entirely.
<DeathStar> <Warren> I'm always on duty. We'll be fine. 6He states simply.
<DeathStar> NRP: *Warren sleeps at his desk with his eyes open.*
<Shiva> I still find it amazing he was able to do what he did in the time he spent here. Barely lifted any fingers at all.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina looks at Arhn, as if finally hearing her question. "He used to work here. Part of security. Betrayed us and tried to kill us."
<Arhn> I see. And he has returned?
<DeathStar> <Katrina> Seems he's back. 6She says, not touching her hamburger now.
<Arhn> And they did not rewrite his personality?
* Shiva looks over to Arhn. 1"Rewrite?
<Ry`> 2Puts the Flask in the trash, and shrugs at that. 14"Speaking of duties, so I have any besides guarding Arhn? I figure since I'm here, I can help out the security crew."
<DeathStar> <Warren> Since we can monitor the station from here, usually one of us remains in the office at all times to watch the monitors and file paperwork on what sections they've covered.
<Arhn> Yes, erase the old persona and overwrite it with a more...suitable one.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina sits there quietly, looking down at her tray.
<Shiva> *her face looks puzzled* Why...Why would you think about doing that?
<DeathStar> 6* Warren glances at the monitor of all the diplomats at a table talking. He frowns a bit.
<Ry`> 2Scratches his chin slightly, well that sucked..so he was quite useless.
<Ry`> 2Looks at the monitor that Warren is looking at. 14"I see Arhn's loosing up a bit..maybe if she tried this "Sex" she would find life a little more enjoyable.."
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pauses, glancing at Ry with a raised eyebrow, then back at Ry. "I do not believe she would find anyone suitable for herself here."
<DeathStar> NRP: Er, back at the monitor.
<Arhn> Executions are a waste of potential labor. Recreating a persona that is more in line with a productive citizen is far more beneficial to society.
<Shiva> ...I suppose that's one way to go about things, but where's the sense of individualism?
* Shiva she takes a sip out of the bottle of champaigne
<Arhn> They find their own ways in life, just as productive, well-behaved citizens.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> What an empty life... 6She mumbles.
<Shiva> A world full of tin soldiers...
<Ry`> 14"But she's getting along with those 2..so she can try it with them.." 2Obviously the subject is called something different in his language, and he thought sex can be done with anybody.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren coughs into his hand. "I suppose so."
<Arhn> That is hardly it. Rewriting a persona is strictly for otherwise irredeemable offenders.
<DeathStar> <Katrina> What's the point in existencing if you are not your true self? Death would be kinder. 6She stares at her hamburger.
* Shiva turns to Katrina. 1"Ask Chad that sometime..."
<Arhn> That is your opinion. Our culture sees it differently.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stands there. "Excuse me, ladies." 6She says softly, grabbing her tray and walking off to the dispenser, putting it up.
<Ry`> 14"Hell..I'd like to see her do it with them right there, so I know she's actually having some fun.."
<DeathStar> 6* She then walks out of the room, almost like a ghost.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren leans back in his seat, holding his hand to the bottom part of his face as he eyes the monitors oddly, almost as if he were trying to derail the image of it
* Shiva watches her leave.
<Arhn> Is something wrong with her?
<Shiva> To some cultures it is, yes.
<Arhn> What do you mean?
<Shiva> It's hard for some cultures to find it acceptable to just erase someone's memories because they were deemed a bad person.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina stops in a hallway, eyeing Slasher coming out of one of the bathrooms.
<Ry`> 14"Oh well..I suppose I should try it sometime, who do you think would like that form of recreation?"
* Slasher pulls his mop and and bucket out, several red marks on his face, he begins to head down a hallway, his attention intent on his book.
<DeathStar> <Warren> Shiva. 6He says with utmost seriousness.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina watches him go silently, then turns and walks off in the direction of her office.
<Ry`> 14"Shiva..the one talking to Arhn?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Correct.
<Arhn> And is death any better then?
<Shiva> Honestly, in my opinion, I'd take death over it.
<Ry`> 2Scratches his chin. 14"Uhh..what is it anyway?"
<Arhn> I see.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren pauses, then points at Xanatos' right drawer. "There should be a holovid in that. Play it and it'll explain everything."
* Shiva she finishes her food and stands up.
<DeathStar> 6* Katrina reaches her office, then sits down at her desk, reaching over and turning off the lights.
<Shiva> I'm sorry to leave so shortly, I have an appointment I must make. I'd hate to make my business associates late.
* Shiva bows deeply and she turns leaving.
<Ry`> 2Follows the directions, and opens the said drawer. With a flick of his wrist, he snatches it up only to turn it in.
Session Close: Sat Dec 31 00:00:00 2005

Session Start: Sat Dec 31 00:00:00 2005
Session Ident: #taw
<DeathStar> 6* It's one of Xanatos' porn flicks. Warren refuses to even look over at it.
<Ry`> 2Within a moment, Ry sends the holivid spiraling across the room. It slams into the wall and shatters, and his cheeks flush with obvious red. 14"Oh..that..couldn't have mentioned that earlier as I was making an ass of myself?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> I'm bad with explanations. 6He says simply.
* Arhn rises and leaves the cafeteria, obviously puzzled by their sudden departures which seemed off.
<DeathStar> 6* Some of the remaining engineers eye Arhn, sizing up her chest area as she walks by
<Ry`> 14"Do I even wanna know why he had that?"
<DeathStar> <Warren> Obviously he isn't having sex. 6He states, glancing up and over at Ry, then glances at the monitor, watching Arhn walk down a hallway.
* Slasher makes his way down the hallway and he takes a left heading down the hallway, passing by Arhn as he walks.
<DeathStar> NRP: *time slows down dramatically and a heartbeat is heard the second they pass*
<Ry`> 2Ry's eyes narrow, and it seems like he's almost ready to dash out the hallway as they pass. Orbs stared intently upon Slasher, and his very body movements.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren watches also, his hand under his chin as he waits to see what Slasher does.
* Arhn merely continues moving, not even looking at, much less even know who Slasher is.
<DeathStar> <Warren> You should inform her about him. Keep them seperated.
<Ry`> 14"I shall..I didn't think they would..cross paths"
* Slasher walks by, not paying any notice to Arhn as he passes, his eyes glued to his book.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren glances at his watch, realizing it's time. He stands up. "I have an appointment." 6He nods to him, stepping out to move to the medical bay.
<Ry`> 14"Of course"
<DeathStar> 6* Warren walks to the medical bay doors, then steps through them into the facility. He looks around, then walks over to the woman laying on the table in a coma. Pausing, he stands there looking down at her.
* Arhn continues back to her quarters without a second thought about the raging psychopath who is going to blow at any moment and destroy every living thing on the station.
<DeathStar> (*Warren approves*)
* Slasher passes by the medical bay, stopping for a bried second when he spots Warren in there, he watches him*
* Slasher turns, continueing on his way to the next bathroom.
<DeathStar> 6* Warren stands there blankly, looking down at the woman's face, no signs of life present. His hands hang by his sides and he seems almost lifeless himself.
<DeathStar> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Dec 31 00:14:04 2005