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Session Start: Mon Jul 10 20:43:14 2000

*** Now talking in #IKCHorizon-B

*** Topic is 'Welcome to #IKCHorizon-B '

*** Set by CStar on Mon Jul 10 12:15:53

<CmdrChekov> *****ATTENTION ON DECK******

* LCK`aravel snaps to :::attn:::, hitting his head on the ceiling

<ObsCromwel> ::attn::

<LCDRMilon> ::attn::

<CaptKal> Ok everyone....first off I'd like to apologize for not making

friday's sim

<CaptKal> and for not lettin yall know in advance

<CaptKal> but it couldn't be helped

<CaptKal> now considering tonights turnout i'll give yall a choice

<CmdrChekov> stuff happens ;)

<CaptKal> one we can call it a night and pick up on friday this week

<LCDRMilon> I'm right here

*** ObsCromwel is now known as LtjgCromwe

<CaptKal> or two we can have a shore leave sim...we do have 6 hours b4

we recieve the distress signals

*** LtjgCromwe is now known as LtjCromwel

<CaptKal> so which shall it be? yall can vote to make it simple

<CaptKal> karavel?

* LCK`aravel pours the cofee outta that skull and refills it with

bloodwine in preperation for shore leave

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<CaptKal> cromwell?

*** CaptainTen is now known as CmdrJana

<CmdrChekov> Jana ;)

<LCDRMilon> ;;looks at Jana:: Shore leave?

<CaptKal> chekov?

<LCDRMilon> Shore leave sounds good to me

<CmdrChekov> shore leave is fine with me

<CmdrJana> yes

<CmdrJana> shoreleave

<CaptKal> <<oh we're voting whether to have shore leave sim or call it a

night...looks like shore leave ::grin::>>

<CaptKal> excellent

<CaptKal> The valiant crew of the Horizon has made it out of Romulan

space..and stashed away a Romulan War Bird to boot; however, not all is

well onboard the ship...

<CaptKal> The much loved Lieutenant Troi has been attacked by the evil

son of Spock..and left with extremely reduced mental capacities...or at

least it would seem so

<CaptKal> Spock has given reason for hope..he seems to think that with

the aid and love of Corum, he can help to bring Troi back to her former

self

<CaptKal> The three of them have been cloistered away ever since we

brock orbit from Romulus

<CaptKal> We have arrived at Starbase 117, the ship suffered fairly

heavy damage in the brief exchange with the warship from the future, we

are undergoing repairs

<CaptKal> however, all personell present happen to be off duty at the

moment..including karavel

<CaptKal> any off duty personnel have been granted shore leave

priveleges

<CaptKal> any questions?

<CmdrJana> Does the Starbase have a Bar?

<LCDRMilon> ::rh::

<CmdrChekov> ::rh::

<CaptKal> you betchum Jana....<<don't all LOL>>

<CaptKal> Milon?

<CmdrJana> ::smiles::

<LCK`aravel> <<::boggles at the thought of being off duty::>>

<LCDRMilon> Shouldn't someone go and feed Troi's ;:bares teeth:: pet?

<CaptKal> that is up to the crew Milon...kalwroth hasn't thought of the

wee beast

<CaptKal> Chekov?

<CmdrChekov> Should we send one of the Klingons?

<CaptKal> probably note XO...i think this is definately a job for a

human

<CaptKal> not even

<CmdrChekov> Btw, what did Skall do when we just up and warped out of

there?

<CmdrChekov> my point exactly

<CaptKal> he was busy blowing up the remainder of the Romulan fleet (the

33 or so ships that had warped in on him)

<LCDRMilon> Sasha> mmmmmmm food mmmmmmmm

<CmdrChekov> So in other words he didn't miss us?

<CaptKal> other than that and his lust for a certain first officer we do

not know...spock has been rather closed mouth on the subject, spouting

stuff about messingup time lines and such

<CmdrChekov> Fascinating

<CaptKal> no we didn't escape him by guile...circumstance saved us

<CmdrChekov> k

<CaptKal> kewlness, anyone have another question?

<CaptKal> excellent then

<CaptKal> Saddle up! Lock and Load!

<CaptKal> ::puts a weary hand to his head and wipes away the

perspiration::

<LCK`aravel> :::grabs his Orion skull drinking mug and heads for the

station in search of alchohol:::

<LCDRMilon> ::checks on J`red and picks up the carrier putting him in

it.::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Starbase 117 is famous for the holobattle

program.."Pirates of Death!"

<LCDRMilon> ::taking a chance to see the the Starbase and perhaps pick

up a few things she'll need for the expectant infant::

<CaptKal> ::stands stretching and heads to the shower::

<CmdrChekov> ::enters quarters::

<CmdrChekov> ::hears Kalwroth in the shower::

<LCDRMilon> ::packs a mini med kit::

<CaptKal> << Pirates of death is a game of skill and chance..it usually

involves gambling and is a test of piloting and gunnery skill...fighter

craft combat>>

<LtjCromwel> ::sits in his courters staring out the small window::

<LCK`aravel> :::looks around, ponders a moment and decides that it might

be time to take a shower:::

<CmdrChekov> ::heads toward bedroom, slips out of uniform and puts on a

kimono style robe::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. some conduit has found it's way into sasha's

view...it's almost in reach...<<it feel during the battle >>

<LCK`aravel> :::watches his socks crawl to the recycler on their own:::

<CaptKal> ::steps out of the shower....the tension in his neck and

shoulders gone for the first time in months::

<CmdrChekov> ::walks over to replicator:: English breakfast tea, hot,

sugar and milk

<LCDRMilon> Sasha>tries to eat her way out of her cage. {{{{{ummmmm food

yummy food need ummmm}}}

<LCK`aravel> sock>:::runs from the recycler:::

<CaptKal> ::runs into Ilyana:: Oh...hello dear ::gives a contented

sigh::

<LCK`aravel> {{{one moment small one, I will find you some food}}}

<LCDRMilon> ::puts the carrier with J`red in it on her back::

<CmdrChekov> ::relaxes her usual vulcan demeanour and smiles at her

husband::

<CmdrChekov> Feel better now?

<LCK`aravel> :::clubs his sock and stuffs it into the recycler, grabs a

quick but thourough shower:::

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<CaptKal> more than I should actually...what with that P'tagh Skall

chasing you through time and space!

*** Garstini is now known as ObsGarstin

<LCK`aravel> :::gets dressed in his "good" clothes and heads for Troi's

quarters with some scraps of plasteel:::

<CmdrChekov> ::puts down her tea and leads Kalwroth to a chair, sits him

down and starts massaging his neck::

<LCDRMilon> ::secured the carrier around her expanding belly::

*** ObsGarstin is now known as ObGarstini

<CmdrChekov> I would be lying if I said I wasn't concerned

<CaptKal> I believe some of the officers plan to meet up in Mudd's....I

am thinking of joining them

<CmdrChekov> That sounds like a good idea. You can certainly use the

relaxation

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<CaptKal> Yes, it seems like since I accepted this untenable command

I've not relaxed

<LCDRMilon> ::heads out of her quarters and into the tl:: Air Lock

<CmdrChekov> It has been a whirlwind of......shall we say, one adventure

after another?

<LCK`aravel> :::watches the door to Troi's quarters open without a

command:::

<CaptKal> Yes...the crew needs a rest, i'm hoping that during repairs we

can all get some.

<LCDRMilon> ::heads to the docking ring, still frightened about possibly

being seen by those she is hiding from;:

<LCK`aravel> :::enters and looks for Sasha's cage::::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Mudd's is one of the more famous bars in the

alpha quadrant. It is owned and operated by one Harry Mudd.

<LtjCromwel> <<DANG i have to go all>><<Mondays are usally my free

night>>

<LCK`aravel> <<<makes a note to add an .-=/info\=-. command to his

script>>>

<CmdrChekov> ::sighs, picks up her tea and sits beside Kal:: I hope to

shake off some tension also, I'm so relieved to be here and not

somewhere fighting off Skall

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*** Corum is now known as LtCorum

<LCDRMilon> Sasha>::sees the large Klingon, sensing he will not harm her

but still shy's away from the door of her cage::

<LCK`aravel> :::spots the little furball's cage and notes that she is

trying to eat her way out:::

*** LtCorum is now known as LtCorum-MD

<LCDRMilon> Troi>::Twitches::

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<LCDRMilon> Sasha>{{{::really hungry:: food?}}}

<LtCorum-MD> <<hi all,just got off work cuz employee quit,again>>

<LtCorum-MD> <<im gald to be here>>

<LCK`aravel> {{{peace small one, I have brought you some food to sustain

you}}

<CaptKal> I would like to have done with this Skall....

<CmdrChekov> Believe me, it's something I would actually have enjoyed

watching

<CaptKal> well...i believe it is about time to join the officers...but I

will need to dress more appropriately

<LCK`aravel> :::sprinkles the enzymes on one scrap of plasteel and holds

it in Sasha's reach::::{{yes small one, I have brought you food}}

<CmdrChekov> ::sips tea and watches Kal dress::

<LCK`aravel> sock>:::tries to escape the recycler, as K`aravel didnt

stuff it in far enough:::

<CaptKal> ::begins getting dressed....full battle armour of course, and

accompanying weaponry::

<LCDRMilon> Sasha> ::smells the food and moves towards K`aravel wearily

and akes the food::

<CmdrChekov> ::smile turns up the corners of her mouth as she watches

the excitement grow in Kalwroth::

<LCDRMilon> ::at the Docking ring, she looks around to make sure she is

not being watched by anyone::

<LCK`aravel> :::pulls out another scrap when Sasha finishes the first:::

<CaptKal> +taps+ Kalwroth to Milon, Jana, and Karavel, Commander Chekov

and I shall join you in Mudd's establishment in 5 minutes

<LCDRMilon> ::is so nervous that she jumps at the sound of the captain's

voice;:

<CmdrChekov> ::finishes tea, gets up to get dressed::

<LCK`aravel> +taps+ acknowleged, I may be a few moments delayed

<LCDRMilon> +taps+ A. . Aye, Sir.

<LCK`aravel> {{still hungry small one?}}

<CmdrChekov> ::smiles at Kalwroth:: Will I need full battle armour also?

<LCDRMilon> Sasha>{{{food yes, yummy food}}}

<CaptKal> ::laughs:: Probably not...it's a Klingon thing...though with

your heritage....

<CmdrChekov> perhaps an ancient Vulcan warrior robe?

<CaptKal> It does become you

<LCK`aravel> :::hands Sasha another scrap of Plasteel:::

<CmdrJana> ::finishes getting dressed to kill for a night out on town::

<LCDRMilon> Troi>::twitches::

<CmdrChekov> Then I wouldn't have it any other way

<LCDRMilon> Sasha>::takes the food:: {{{ummmm yummy food}}}

<CaptKal> well I believe we are ready to go are we not?

<CmdrChekov> ::goes to replicator and replicates early Vulcan warrior

robe, slips it on::

<CmdrJana> ::puts on her makeup and adjusts her low cut slinky dress

thinking:: God I hope there is a good looking man interested in some fun

aboard this Station

<CmdrChekov> ::nods:: lead the way, Captain ::grins::

<CaptKal> ::takes chekov's arm and exits the room::

<LCK`aravel> :::finishes feeding Sasha and leaves for the station

feeling quite relaxed::::

<LCDRMilon> ::looks around again and steps out of the docking ring onto

the Starbase::

<CmdrJana> ::brushes her hair and smilesat herself in the mirror as she

puts her earrings on::

<LCDRMilon> ::looks into the nearest shop and then walks to the next

one::

<CmdrJana> ::moves the the tl and travels to the level where the docking

ring is::

<CmdrJana> ::steps out eagerly and almost runs into Milon::

<LCK`aravel> sock>:::escapes the recycler:::

<CmdrJana> Oh Dr. I'm sorry..

<LCDRMilon> OH! No need to be sorry no harm done.

<CaptKal> Hello Dr. Milon, Commander Jana....I take it from your attire

you'll be joining us at Mudd's?

<LCK`aravel> ::comes upon Kalwroth, Jana and the rest:: ahh shoreleave

<LCDRMilon> Hello Captain, I'm not sure I need to purchase some things

first.

<CmdrChekov> Maybe not dressed to fight, but definitely dressed to kill

<CaptKal> ::looks up..and up at Karavel:: Yes we shall....odd, I do not

believe I've ever seen you off duty b4

<LCK`aravel> it has been a while, sir

<CmdrJana> ::smiles:: If that is a bar Captain then yes

<CaptKal> It is my understanding Jana, that it is THE Bar.

<LCK`aravel> :::looks at Janan and raises his eyebrows:::

<CaptKal> As in the best in the alpha quadrant

<LCDRMilon> ::looks around again feeling a little more confident with

the rest of the crew around her::

<LCK`aravel> <<Jana even>>>

<CmdrChekov> ::nods to Milon:: glad you could join us, how are Spock and

Corum progressing with Troi?

<LCDRMilon> ::spies a story specializing in infant things::

<LCDRMilon> They have been shut up for quite a while

<LCK`aravel> :::smiles slightly:::

<LCDRMilon> Spock is very concerned.

<LCDRMilon> From my understanding it's not an easy task

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. The crew make it to Mudd's without

Misshap...Mudd's is something to behold...a tawdry mix of all the vices,

yet somehow with an upscale theme....TWO Orion women dance at opposite

ends of the room...they almost seem to be in combat with each

other...over w

<LCDRMilon> he was talking about needing a rest period

<CmdrJana> ::smiles:: Dr. I never thanked you for saving my leg..

Perhaps I can get the things you need?

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. who is the most awesome dancer....it is a

VERY tight competition

<LtCorum-MD> <<tight eh eh>>

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. A rather rotund man of about 50 years of age

meets you at the door...he is mostly bald and has an infectious grin

<LCDRMilon> ::smiles at Jana:: Thank you I'd hate to put you out.

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<LCDRMilon> besides, you're not dressed for it.

<CaptKal> >Mudd>Greetings the names Mudd, Harry Mudd, how grand of you

to come to my quant establishment!

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<LCK`aravel> :::scans the crowd with his eyes:::

<CmdrJana> Dr. I owe you and I'de be happy to fetch what you need. Do

you have a list?

<LCDRMilon> ::hands her a list she's made:: Thank you so much again.

<LCK`aravel> sock>::::starts fine tuning the warp drive:::

<CmdrChekov> ::eyes room and arches eyebrow::

<CaptKal> >Mudd::looks at Karavel:: My they ARE growing you Klingon's

bigger now!

<CmdrJana> I'll be right back.. oh um you think they'll have all of this

at that store we passed?

<CaptKal> >Mudd> I'll have to have special tables made

<LCK`aravel> :::grins at Mudd, showing ALL his teeth:::

<LCDRMilon> I hope so but if not the bottles and cradel are the most

important

<CaptKal> >Mudd> but then I could charge special, extra large prices as

well :: a sly grin on his face::

<CmdrJana> ::looks at the Chekov:: This won't take long then, I'm going

to party :;smiles::

<LCDRMilon> ::hopes she can keep the baby with her in the bar::

<LCK`aravel> :::ponders what Mudd's skull would look like in his

collection of drinking mugs:::

<CmdrJana> ::leaves racing down the promende towards the docking ring::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana notices before everyone else, that

across the room over Harry's bald pate there is a holotank, with several

nice looking men in flight jackets gathered around it

<CmdrChekov> ::looks at Jana, corners of her mouth turning up:: take no

prisoners!

<CmdrJana> <<I noticed it before I left::

<CaptKal> <<you noticed that right as you left grin::

<LCDRMilon> ::hikes the carrier a little higher on her back and looks

around for a table large enough for all of them::

<CmdrJana> ::as she races she remembers the site of the men in flight

jackets and is anxious to return::

<CaptKal> >Spock>::looks into the eyes of Troi:: We can do no more now

Mr. Corum...you and she neeeds to rest...regain your strength

<CaptKal> >Mudd> Might I interest all of you in a group rate tonight?

<LtCorum-MD> I....I....yes Spock,but.....

<LtCorum-MD> ::lowers his head and walks out::

<CaptKal> ::smiles, deciding not to lead for once and let his crew speak

to the short balding human::

<LCDRMilon> What is your group rate?

<CmdrJana> ::enters the store and hands the sales clerk the list:: I

need everything on here and I need it fast, charge it to Starfleet

officer Alysia Jana of the IKC Horizon, auth code Jana Beta Pi 14

<LCK`aravel> :::"accidentaly" lets his cloak slide, displaying a HUGE

Bat'leth:::

<CmdrChekov> ::arches eyebrow at Mudd::

<CaptKal> >Mudd>Oh my what a big knife you have large one....::looks at

Milon:: for you my beauty I have a VERY special rate!

<CaptKal> >clerk>smiles:: first bqaby?

<LCK`aravel> :::ponders how good it feels to have had the chance to

shower:::

<CmdrJana> ::looks at the Ferenghi who smiles wickedly:: Oh and I KNOW

what these items are worth and unless you want to have a new hole in

your belly, you better charge fair prices. My friends are all Klingons!

<LtCorum-MD> <<damnit! spilt windex all over>>

<LCDRMilon> First of all, will you accept the fact that my son stays

with me.

<LCDRMilon> ::turning a bit to show him the sleeping boy in the

carrier::

<LtCorum-MD> ::enters his quarters::

<CaptKal> >ferringi>I'm always fair...fora human so recently having a

baby you have recovered well...would you like a special price....

<CmdrJana> ::narrows eyes:: You ever see a man wearing a Bat`leth in the

middle of his chest? It is NOT pretty. I assure you.

<CaptKal> >Mudd> will he be drinking here as well?

<LCDRMilon> no

<LCDRMilon> but he'll be sleeping here.

<LCDRMilon> any objections?

<CmdrJana> ::smiles:: good then I can count on you to deliver them

within the hour?

<CaptKal> >ferringi> well, I have, I used to work on Qonos...but I had

to leave there..difference of opinion you know

<CaptKal> >Mudd> No problem at all, at mudd's we service everyone's

desires!

<LCDRMilon> ::looks to K`aravel for reassurance.

<LCDRMilon> ::

<CaptKal> >ferringi> well, if you want them within the hour there will

be a minor processing fee of course

<LtCorum-MD> ::takes a sonic shower and changes his clothes::

<LCK`aravel> :::grins:::

<CaptKal> >Mudd>let me show all of you personally to your table

<CmdrJana> Bat`leth remember?

<CmdrJana> No additional fees at all.

<LCDRMilon> ::follows Mudd:: You never did tell us what the group rate

would be?

<CaptKal> >ferringi> ::looks around:: Federation station, and they

aren't additional, they are for special service ::gives an oily smile::

<CmdrChekov> Or what it includes?

<CmdrJana> ::reaches into her boot and pulls the small dagger she has

hidden there:: I may gut you myself.

<CaptKal> >Mudd> Well it is so fabulous, I didn't think you would want

it spelled out!

<LCK`aravel> :::pulls out his Orion skull drinking cup:::

<CmdrChekov> ::looks squarely in Mudd's eye:: Vulcans arent amused by

surprises

<CmdrJana> You are keeping me from my long awaited shoreleave and it

puts me in a bad mood. Do we have an agreement?

<LCDRMilon> ::puts her hand on her belly:: I like everything spelled

out.

<CaptKal> >Mudd>but since you insist, it will include not one but two

Orion dances at your table, or one Orion female and one male of your

choice, and you can choose the race as well..there is a holo library at

your table, plus a 5% reduction in drink prices!

<LtCorum-MD> ::finaly gets off the ship,and onto the starbase::

<CaptKal> >ferringi>You would have a very difficult time finding these

things anywhere else on the station, I'd almost say that you

wouldn't...you see the only other shop is ran by my cousin, and I know

his stock as if it were my own

<CmdrJana> ::flips the knife in the air it turns several times and she

catches it in mid air in striking position::

<CaptKal> >Mudd>::gives everyone an ingratiating smile::

<LCDRMilon> Sounds fair enough

<LtCorum-MD> Hmmmmm....::spies a bar open across the way:: Mudd's?

Sounds,interesting

<LtCorum-MD> .

<CmdrChekov> ::looks around room and thinks:: a 20% reduction in drink

prices will most likely make them reasonable

<CaptKal> >ferringi> as a matter of fact i was giving you my cut rate

prices...because I find you very attractive...but if you are hard up for

credits we can work a deal where you get it all for free ::gives extra

oily smile::

<CmdrJana> Your prices are up to you Ferrenghi, my anger is up to me.

My friends don't like me angry, they like me having fun at a party

::turns and leaves

<LCDRMilon> ::at the table she shrugs out of the carrier and takes out

J`red, holding him close::

<CaptKal> >Mudd>:stops as he is walking:: I am a bit confused...are you

starfleet or Klingon...the mix of your crew boggles the mind and would

affect your discount

<CmdrJana> ::heads back down to the bar and enters smiling forgetting

all about the Ferrenghi but with her dagger still in her hand::

<LCDRMilon> ::baby kicks and wakes J`red::

<CmdrJana> ::slips it back into the thigh strap::

<CaptKal> >ferringi>::wishfully rubs his lobes::

<CmdrChekov> And just how would that affect the discount?

<CaptKal> >ferringi>::remembers wher ehe is and stops, almost blushing::

<LCK`aravel> :::pulls out a dagger and cleans his fingernails:::

<CaptKal> >Mudd> well ever since I dealt with your Captain Kirk I've had

a special place in my heart for starfleeters...though he cost me much, i

think I came out in the end...oh my yes

<CmdrJana> ::walks over to K`aravel:: who do you have to ask to get a

drink around here?

<LtCorum-MD> ::enters the bar::

<LCDRMilon> Milk for me please.

<LCK`aravel> wonderin that myself, this human is takling up a storm, but

I havent seen a drink yet

<CmdrJana> ::sees Dr Corum enter the bar and smiles at him::

<CaptKal> >mudd> Oh my! ::eyes looked onto Jana's curves:: you are

talking to the right man...we're negotiating price though

<CmdrChekov> let's just say as Klingons and Starfleet, we're on the same

side

<CmdrJana> Forget the price, just give me a drink

<CmdrJana> I want to dance for a while

<CaptKal> >Mudd>That would be complex...for such a mixture I think a

7.5% discount is in order

<CmdrJana> ::moves over to the bar and walks behind it taking out

several bottle and announcing loudly:: Drinks for everyone ON THE

HOUSE!!!

<CaptKal> >Mudd>what will each of you have?

<LtCorum-MD> ::heads straight for the bar,not paying attention to

anything or anyone else::

<CmdrJana> ::pours herself a drink and drinks it rapidly::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. everyone's ears (or proper auditory

apendage) perks up at free drinks!

<LCK`aravel> oh Captain, do you like my new drinking cup :::shows

Kalwroth the orion skull:::

<CmdrJana> ::starts pouring rounds of drinks for everyone coming to the

bar::

<CmdrChekov> A souveneir, Karavel?

<CaptKal> ::Looks at it:: it is different, I assume you santised

it...Orion brains carry disease...I'm quite sure of it

<CmdrJana> Come on everyone Drink up!

<LCK`aravel> aye, I figure the scum deserved to be useful in death, he

wasnt in life

<CmdrJana> ::drinks some more gfeeling more and more buzzed::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. The noise from the holotank raises...heavy

wagering can be heard

<CmdrChekov> I'll have some Vulcan Port

<LCK`aravel> blood wine

<CmdrJana> ::pours a drink for a very nice looking guy in a pilots

jacket::

<CaptKal> well done!

<LCDRMilon> ::baby kicks::

<CaptKal> blood wine for me as well!

<LCK`aravel> I boiled it in sanitizing solution

<LCDRMilon> Milk for me

<LtCorum-MD> Bartender! ::motions for jana to come over::

<CmdrJana> ::looks at Chekov:: Of course Commander, here's some Vintage

2233.. nice year I'm told

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. despite Harry's dickering for the prices the

drinks arrive extremely quickly...once the regular waitresses take over

efficiency marks her every move

<CmdrChekov> hmmm, excellent year, Jana ::raises glass in toast::

<CmdrJana> ::moves over to Corum:: One moment Doc. Poors some blood

wine for the Klingons showing up::

<CaptKal> >bartender>::moves to corum:: can i help you?

<CmdrJana> ::grabs a shot of scotch and pulls her arm up fast amlmost

spilling the blood wine::

<LtCorum-MD> yes,gimme something,strong

<CmdrJana> To you Commander!

<CmdrJana> Scotch Dr?

<LtCorum-MD> <<ok,disreguard my remark also>>

<LtCorum-MD> Yes bart.....Jana?

<LCK`aravel> :::drinks his bloodwine:::

<CmdrJana> don't disregard mine ;)

<CmdrChekov> ::drinks up::

<CmdrJana> hehe

<LtCorum-MD> <<: >>

<LCDRMilon> ::puts J`red back in his carrier and sets it down leaning it

beside her on her chair.

<CaptKal> ::smiles and leans back soaking in the atmosphere::

<CmdrJana> ::pours a double shot of Scotch for Corum:: don't worry Doc,

Troi will be alright.

<LCDRMilon> ::drinks her milk like the rest of the Klingon's drink their

bloodwine:;

<LCK`aravel> :::relaxes a bit, pondering how to get a certain Romulan

ship back to Federation space without getting shot at:::

<CmdrJana> ::leans forward and look at the cute guy in the flight jacket

grabbing it and pulling him towards her:: So what is this all about?

<CaptKal> 4**********Two minutes until sim end**********

<LCDRMilon> Waitress another round

<LtCorum-MD> ::downs the shot,paying no attention to Jana's remark::

<CaptKal> >tiffany>the same drinks for everyone?

<LCDRMilon> :;looks around the bar nervously:: Same for me

<LCK`aravel> Engineering ensign on Horizon>:::sees sock and grabs a

phaser:::what the?

<LtCorum-MD> ::raises his hand to his forehead:: Ugh,sleep good,need

sleep.........

<LtCorum-MD> Yes,ill take another......

<LCK`aravel> :::nods:::

<CmdrChekov> ::takes another glass of Port::

<LCDRMilon> ::gasps and almost doubles over hands going to her belly::

<LtCorum-MD> ::seeing Milon,he jumps outta his seat and rushes over to

her::

<CaptKal> Doctor Milon!

<CmdrChekov> ::looks at Milon:: are you all right?

<CmdrJana> ::is pulled forward by the man's hand around her neck. lips

very close to hers:: I like to fly and gamble ::brushes his lips across

Jana's lightly::

<LCK`aravel> :::looks at Milon:::

<LCDRMilon> ::rubs her belly:: I'm okay the baby kicked really hard.

<CaptKal> He'll be a strong warrior

<LCDRMilon> ::looks at Corum:: it's been very active lately.

<LtCorum-MD> ::sighs::

<LCK`aravel> :::smiles knowingly:::

<CmdrChekov> ::nods smiling::

<CmdrJana> ::smiles:: Good combination, what do you want to drink?

Mudd is buying!

<CaptKal> 4*****1 minute until sim end <<really this time>>*****

<LtCorum-MD> ::takes a seat next to Milon,places his head on the bar::

<CaptKal> >Mudd> I am not my dear!

<CmdrChekov> ::looks over at Jana and the pilot:: our pilot seems to be

enjoying herself

<LtCorum-MD> ::attn::

<CmdrJana> ::leans back and drinks again::

<CmdrJana> ::attn::

<CmdrChekov> ::attn::

* LCK`aravel snaps to :::attn:::, hitting his head on the ceiling

<LCDRMilon> ::attn::

<CaptKal> Ok everyone! I think that this was a really great shore leave

sim, one of the best i've had to be honest

<CmdrJana> ::wants to continue!>>

<CaptKal> so with that in mind unless yall think it's a bad idea, we'll

continue this friday night with it

<CaptKal> lol jana

<LCK`aravel> that'll woik

<CmdrChekov> Jana was having fun

* LtCorum-MD has had 4 hours sleep and would like to continue on

friday,but whatever is fine

<LCDRMilon> <<we can't continue tonight Jana we're not tying up our own

phone lines>.

<LtCorum-MD> im good for another hour or so

<CaptKal> ok, jana would like to continue, yall wanna extend for say 30

minutes?

<LCDRMilon> okay by me

<CmdrChekov> ok, by me

<LCK`aravel> that, too will woik

<CaptKal> troi is right about the phones but we prolly can get away with

it no problem

<CmdrChekov> just need to get a cup of coffee

<CaptKal> ok let's have say a 2 minute or so pause

<CmdrJana> yippees

<CmdrJana> ::gets into flirt mode::

<LtCorum-MD> yeah,lets go

<LtCorum-MD> ill sim

<LtCorum-MD> for jana's sake :

<LCDRMilon> ::comes back with her lemondaide::

<LCDRMilon> Troi>:;twitches::

<LCDRMilon> lemonaide even

<LCDRMilon> ::looks around the room::

<CmdrChekov> hehe, what a sacrifice, Corum

<LtCorum-MD> i know :P

<LCK`aravel> ::grin::

* LtCorum-MD pokes whoever resumes the sim

<CaptKal> 4*****Sim resume*****

<CmdrChekov> ***ATTENTION ON DECK****

<LCDRMilon> ::attn::

<LCK`aravel> ::Attn::

<LtCorum-MD> ::attn::

<LCDRMilon> J`red>:;attn::

<CmdrJana> ::attn::

<CmdrJana> ::hicks::

<CaptKal> excellent we all back at our keyboards and ready to sim?

<LCK`aravel> :::hols up his drinking cup for a refill:::

<LCDRMilon> J`red>::nods back off to sleep::

<LtCorum-MD> sir yeppers sir

<CmdrChekov> yes, sir

<CaptKal> 4*****Sim Resume <<really, I mean it this time LOL>>*****

<CmdrJana> ::looks into the guys eyes:: So how do you play this game of

yours?

<LCDRMilon> J`red>::blows bubbles in his sleep:::

<CaptKal> ::sighs feeling that knotted up feeling returning after

milon's "Kicking" episode::

<LCK`aravel> :::wonders how many orions it would take to make a new pair

of boots....:::

<CmdrJana> ::brushes his check with thebackside of her fingers::

<LtCorum-MD> ::plops his head on the bar::

<LCDRMilon> ::looks at Captain Kalwroth:: It never goes away does it?

<LCK`aravel> :::does some mental calculations::

<CmdrChekov> ::feeling a little lightheaded from the port::

<CmdrJana> ::takes another drink and eys spakle mischiviously::

<LCDRMilon> ::drinks her Milk::

<LCK`aravel> :::knocks back his bloodwine:::

<LCDRMilon> ::looks around the room and sees someone stareing at their

table a padd in front of him::

<CmdrChekov> ::looks at Milon:: no, not with Kalwroth

<CmdrJana> ::glances at Commande Chekov:: you need another Commander?

I'll get it before I challenge ::looks questioningly at the guywho

smiles and fills in Raif:: Raif here to a game.

<LCDRMilon> I know the feeling I've felt it ever since Merken died. It

never seems to leave.

*** Raif has joined #ikchorizon-b

<CaptKal> How did Merken die Milon? Unless it is too personal a

question...I've read the file of course..but that tells little of a

man's valor

<Raif> You want to play? Really? ::thinks easy pickings::

<LCDRMilon> He was on an away mission

<CmdrChekov> Why not Jana this should be interesting

<CmdrJana> ::smiles:: well I'm sure you could teach me

<LCDRMilon> there were injured and he was taking care of them but he was

captured.

<CmdrJana> ::smiles innocently::

<LCDRMilon> The team went back for him but they were too late.

<LCDRMilon> The last words I got from him were to run.

<CaptKal> >Mudd> ::comes by:: All is satisfactory I trust....did you

select the male dancer for your table yet? I would recommend the

Restillian, he's incredibly ...flexible.

<CmdrJana> ::gets a bottle of port and brings it with her as she scoots

under the bar::

<Raif> ::gets an eyeful as the girl comes from under the bar::

<CaptKal> run....run...but where you not on the ship?

<LtCorum-MD> ::asks for another drink::

<CmdrJana> ::drops it off at the Table where Chekov is at::

<LCDRMilon> I was on the Darwin, a science vessel

<LCK`aravel> :::listens to Milon:::

<LCDRMilon> I have only to assume that the person or persons responsible

for Merken's death were looking for me.

<LtCorum-MD> ::begins to pay attention to Milon::

<Raif> ::waits for Jana to come back and puts his arm around her guiding

her towards the simulator::

<LCDRMilon> Otherwise he would not have told me to run.

<CmdrChekov> Thanks Jana ::is amused by Jana's actions::

<LCK`aravel> who was responsible, I will make a drinking cup of his

skull

<CmdrJana> ::notices the drapping arm and leaves it there for now::

<CmdrChekov> ::turns to Milon:: why would they be looking for you?

<LCDRMilon> I was part of an experimental group

<LtCorum-MD> ::rubs his eyes:: ::is extremely tired from lack of sleep::

<CmdrChekov> ::arches eyebrow:: can you explain?

<CmdrJana> :;smiles then ducks under, runs back to bar and grabs a very

nice bottle of scotch::

<LCDRMilon> I am the only Klingon survivor of Project Perspective

<Raif> ::waits patiently hoping for some action later::

<LCDRMilon> it was an exchange program between the Klingons and the

Federations

<CaptKal> Project Perspective....I believe that contemptious McKnight

was part of that project as well, was he not?

<LCDRMilon> Yes he was.

<LCDRMilon> ::her yes gleam::

<LCK`aravel> was that not one of Murdock's "projects"?

<Raif> ::climbs in the simulator after giving Jana a little squeeze::

I'll show you how it is done, then we will reduce the difficulty level

and you can try it

<CmdrChekov> ::remembers project now:: I've heard of it but I'm not sure

exactly how it was to work

<LCDRMilon> Sir, I'm not sure you are aware of it but McKnight left

starfleet when he found out that my parents were missing.

<LCDRMilon> They are his foster parents

<CmdrJana> ::smiles in agreement taking a drink from the bottle spilling

some down her cheek and onto her neck and chest::

<LCDRMilon> I was 8 when I was taken from my family on Qo'nos to be

raised on Earth

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Raif is englobed in the cockpit of his

"ship" the viewers/betters can see a three deminsional representation of

what is happening to him in miniature

<LCDRMilon> He was 8 when he was brought to my home to be raised by my

father.

<Raif> ::licks his lips and starts the game ready for anything::

<LCDRMilon> We don't know if they are still alive or not

<CmdrJana> ::watches amused::

<CmdrChekov> So you each were raised by the other's parents?

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. He flies a sleek interceptor class fighter,

with over sized impulse engines, a hot little ship...he finds himself

with a massive swirling asteriod field, amid a battle of four different

enemies..all fighting him and each other

<LtCorum-MD> ::downs another shot,paying NO attention to the FEMALE

orion dancers::

<LCDRMilon> No, his parents died just before Wolf 359

<Raif> These are the controls, your helm, your weapons, your sensors

::points to the console as the game continues and the little fighter

enters the asteroid field::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. A score is tabulated in the lower left hand

corner, it has to do with complexity of moves, enemies killed, and speed

of craft...he is doing very well

<LCDRMilon> they had been dead an hour before the attack

<LCDRMilon> He was the only human to complete the project also

<Raif> ::maneuvers neatly around the asteroid and fires a weapon talking

one of the bogies out::

<CmdrChekov> did you return to live with your parents and McKnight then?

<LCDRMilon> I entered starfleet straight upon graduating.

<Raif> ::starts to concentrate and beads of swaet form as he moves to

avoid a battery of photon torpedoes, one clips his wing but shields

hold::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. His fighter dives into the melee, his moves

avoiding the asteroids while downing 5 enemies are astounding...he is

finally taken out by a subspace anomaly, one of the random elements,

pulling him into an asteriod....his score is 7231...only 45 points under

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. high score for the night

<LCDRMilon> My adoptive parents were actually McKnights grandparents

<Raif> ::smiles as the game ends::

<Raif> :;steps out:: wow my best ever, now let me adjust the level and

you try

<LCDRMilon> the academy is where I met McCloud. She'd been through an

awful time.

<CmdrChekov> ::overhears Raif and is very amused knowing Jana's

abilities::

<CaptKal> ;;listens intently to Milon::

<LCK`aravel> :::wonders where to place a wager:::

<LCDRMilon> She couldn't remember where she'd been wounded but someone

or something had whipped almost every inch of her from neck to feet on

her back.

<LtCorum-MD> ::after a few more drinks,Chris stares in amazement as he

passes his hand in front of his face,back and forth::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. wagers are being bellowed out at the

holotank

<CmdrChekov> Did she ever remember who?

<CmdrJana> ::watches as the difficulty level is lessened then smiles

raises it to max and jumps into the simulation::

<LCK`aravel> :::places a substantial wager::

<LCDRMilon> ::nods:: Murdock

<CmdrJana> ::takes a few swigs of the scotch spiling it all down her

dress again:: Start it anytime

<LCDRMilon> He brainwashed her somehow to forget McKnight ever existed.

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. odds are 5 to one that Jana won't last 45

seconds

<Raif> ::stand back smiling::

<LCK`aravel> :::growls::: I am going to make a pair of boots from his

hide and a cup from his skull

<LtCorum-MD> ::walks over to the closes 'lackey' and wager 1 years pay

on Jana::

<LtCorum-MD> <<dont lemme down Kal :P>>

<LCDRMilon> She used to cry out in the night after only two hours sleep

for Jerred but I didn't know who he was.

<LtCorum-MD> <<i scrimp and save so i can blow it all on one night>>

<LtCorum-MD> <<but this time i aint gonan blow it,right jana?>

<LtCorum-MD> >

<LCDRMilon> then I got word that my parents never made it to the outpost

they were traveling too.

<CmdrChekov> ::nods:: He seems to get around

<CmdrJana> ::enters the asteroid field and shoots straight through

immedaitely taking out the one bogy hiding behind it then circles around

diving under another::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. The fighter controls are a bit foreign to

Jana, but not so much that she cannot adjust....the asteroid field

proves to have some strange gravatic affects that are not expected

<LCDRMilon> the only starfleet ship to come up missing at the same time

was the Vienna

<LtCorum-MD> Woo hoo! Go Jana! Woot Woot!!

<CmdrChekov> ::arches eyebrow:: a connection?

<LCK`aravel> I, too have had my difficulties with Murdock, he created my

race, and is now intent on destroying it, by hunting us down like

animals

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. three fighters manuevere into attack

vectors..but one blows up on the way into attacking her on an asteroid

<CmdrJana> ::weaves through the field taking out one after

anotheralthough just narrowly missing a few asteroids::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. the remaining two are on her tail firing

hot....

<LCDRMilon> ::nods to K`aravel:: It seems that he builds a project and

then is intent on destroying it.

<LCDRMilon> He lost his son in Project Perspecitve.

<CmdrChekov> Interesting

<LCK`aravel> well THIS project is intent on destroying him

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. two more bogeys detected at 12 oclock and

closing fast...though of a differing race

<CmdrJana> ::moves in between two fighters who fire at her

simultaenously just as she dives down below them and watches both of

them blow up with their own fire::

<LCDRMilon> I wouldn't be surprized to find out that he was behind

Merken's death

<LCDRMilon> Merken knew the history.

<CmdrJana> ::brings the ship around in a tight arc using an asteroid as

cover::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana has been in the tank 30 seconds

<LtCorum-MD> ::goes to his 'lakey':: ITS been 45 seconds! Your gonna

loose!

<LtCorum-MD> <<nm>>

<LtCorum-MD> <<dont disreguard that,im a little tipsy>>

<LCDRMilon> ::suddenly Milon rmembers something and shows her armband to

Kalwroth and K`aravel:: This may be something you are interested in.

<CmdrJana> ::Heads staright at them firing a barrage of phaser fire and

microtorpedoes, they don't last long::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. 5 bogeys vectoring in on pursuing two (the

newest ones)

<LCK`aravel> :::nods at Milon::: my sibling K`rvak has the full records

of the project that created us

<LCDRMilon> Jerred gave it to me it's a transporter inhibitor.

<CmdrJana> ::reaches down and takes a sip of her scotch and gets ready

for the next group::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. at 40 seconds the cheers and jeers are

ringing in Mudd's more loudly than usual!

<CmdrJana> ::thinks five hmm::

<LtCorum-MD> ::cheers along witht he crowd::

<CmdrChekov> ::looks on with interest:: that could be extremely useful,

I'd like to take a look at that in the lab

<LtCorum-MD> Wooooooohoooooooo!

<LCK`aravel> definately

<CmdrJana> ::brings the ship sharply up and fres at the large asteroid

send fragments into one of the bogies..spacedust::

<CmdrChekov> ::turns at the noise, but is not surprised to find Jana at

the centre of it::

<LCDRMilon> The last time I saw him I was carrying J`red and he was sure

that Murdock had forgotten about me but wanted to be sure I was safe.

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. As the new 5 attack the two above her, she

is hit by an unseen ship...the forth race...though only a grazing

shot...the shots are ringing in the bar!

<LtCorum-MD> <<kal!!!!!!>>

<CmdrJana> ::veers quickly as two bear down upon her, does several

barrel rolls and and arcs into them narrowly avoiding hitting them

..fires aft phasers taking two out::

<LCDRMilon> Somewhere I have the plans for it also.

<CmdrJana> Damn ..what the hell was that?

<LCK`aravel> those would be of great interest

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. the "dusted ship" was oneof the two...the

other scats out of there...then two of them remaining six blow out of

the sky as Jana fires...44 seconds

<CmdrChekov> Good, they would be helpful

<LtCorum-MD> Come on jana! Come on!!!!

<CmdrJana> ::accelerates around a series of astreoids getting ready for

another attack::

<LCDRMilon> ::looking at Chekov:: I'd like you to have that with this

Skall character roaming around

<LCK`aravel> I think it is time that Murdock became the hunted instead

of the hunter

<Raif> ::is watching with obvious interest::

<LCDRMilon> ::looks at K`aravel:: You know that's exactly what I feel

like.

<LCDRMilon> the hunted.

<LCK`aravel> I have felt that way for a long time

<CmdrJana> ::fires another barrage and takes out two more skulking near

a bunch of small asteroids::

<CmdrChekov> It is appreciated Milon, but not necessary and with Murdock

still on the loose, I would be uncomfortable taking it from you in your

condition

<LCDRMilon> It's had me so jittery I was afraid to leave the docking

area ::confesses with her head lowered::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana is beyound the 45 seconds! the 5 to 1

pays! But she is still working on top score!

<CmdrChekov> However, if you could accompany me to one of the labs

later...

<LCK`aravel> I can probably build one given the plans, and will make it

a top priority

<LtCorum-MD> yeah!

<LCK`aravel> :::places a bet of 20 latinum on top score:::

<LCDRMilon> I'd be happy to accompany you Commander

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. the two races are working together now!

trying to englobe Jana!

<LtCorum-MD> ::runs over to the lakey,takes his pay,and bets the rest on

the top score::

<CmdrJana> ::peppers a boggy with a volley of microtorps and lays a

photon torpedo right down its bow:: BOOM!

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. the booky won't bet against Jana now...

<CmdrJana> ::is hit with a torp and the ship is sent reeling::

<LtCorum-MD> No! I bet! You take it!

<CaptKal> >booky>House rules Starfleeter

<CmdrChekov> Excellent Milon ::looks around room:: it seems our helm

officer is the entertainment tonight

<CmdrJana> Damn! ::fights to get control::

<LtCorum-MD> You take it!

<LtCorum-MD> Dont make me.......

<LCDRMilon> ::looks at Chekov:: McKnight is not a bad guy, just someone

who is trying very hard to do the honorable thing and take Murdock out.

<CmdrJana> ::is headed for asteroid oblivion::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-.

<LCK`aravel> :::nods at Milon::: in all actuality he is following the

Warrior's code....old style

<CmdrChekov> We didn't know what his motives were

<LtCorum-MD> ::clears his beat,and keeps his money that he has won::

<CmdrJana> ::throws on reverse thrusters and stops just before hitting,

then firins at an apporoaching boggy:: sparks and ship particles fly

everywhere::

<LCDRMilon> Murdock has tried to kill or capture all of his loved ones,

and as I hear it even used Katelyn herself in his last attempt to kill

Jerred.

<LCDRMilon> He's drivin to find and destroy him.

<LCDRMilon> and I doubt he will rest easy until he does.

<LCK`aravel> aye he did, I was there

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana is at 1 minute 22 seconds! 15 seconds

from survival record and only 2000 points from all time high score!

<LCDRMilon> He's my foster brother.

<LCK`aravel> next time I encounter Murdock he is in for some nasty

surprises

<CmdrChekov> Revenge is a hard path to follow

<CaptKal> but an honorable one

<CmdrJana> ::brings the ship around in a wide arc now, reaches for

another drink and accerlates at two more enemy ships:: Die you

bastards! As they eat phaser fire and microtorps::

<CmdrChekov> illogical

<LCK`aravel> someone remind me to build Jana a small fighter

<LCDRMilon> I fear that he may try to use myself or the children against

him also. That's why Katelyn thought that I would be safer among

Klingons.

<LtCorum-MD> ::stands near Raif::

<CmdrJana> ::rolls away and goes looking for another boggy::

<LCK`aravel> she is correct, the only ship I know of that you would have

been safer on is the Deathwind, but at the time you transferred my

brother was not in command

<Raif> ::glances at Corum:: what ship does she fly?

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. 8 more fighters detected, approaching,

englobment immanant....3.2 seconds to contact

<LtCorum-MD> Too bad you didnt reset the level. ::laughs::

<LCDRMilon> ::smiles at K`aravel::

<LtCorum-MD> She flys a big one.

<CmdrJana> ::winces but flies right at them attempting to split them up,

veers to port and fires pahsers talking out one::

<LCK`aravel> although I HAVE heard that the former captain was one of

Murdock's lackeys

<Raif> I set it to easy, she set it to the hardest

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana's shields flicker under a

pounding....even she is not able to duck this much fire...but still

holding

<LtCorum-MD> ::looks at Raif:: Hate to meet her in a dark alley eh?

<CmdrJana> ::rolls and dives narrowly being missed by a series of enemy

shots::

<LCDRMilon> waitress, another Milk please

<LtCorum-MD> Come on Jana!

<LtCorum-MD> Woot Woot!

<Raif> Actually, that might be nice, if you know what I mean ::smiles

good naturedly::

<CmdrJana> ::rolls and dives right at two of them with a third on her

tail::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana takes a solid hit to her port

engine...it flairs but doesn't explode...however, it does go out.

<LtCorum-MD> Come on Jana!

<LCK`aravel> more blood wine here

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. The trailing fighter swopes past her with

her sudden loss of power...right into her sights

<CmdrJana> ::fires at the one behind with after torps and the two in

front with straffing microtorps taking three out but is hit hard by two

others::

<CmdrJana> ::is dead in the water::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. Jana's sensors are damaged, but she thinks

she is detecting 12 more fighters comming in...and larger more powerful

fighters

<CmdrJana> ::works on the console trying to get power back::

<LtCorum-MD> Do what ya do with the horizon! Polish it!!

<LCK`aravel> :::pulls out a padd and begins sketching designs:::

<CmdrJana> ::tries to cross circuit to get some aux power from the

console::

<LCDRMilon> ::remembers something else and checks the baby's carrier,

pulling out a padd from a secret compartment.

<LCDRMilon> ::

<CmdrJana> ::fails to get any power and is a sitting duck, takes out her

knife and screams:: Come and get me you bastards!::

<CaptKal> 4 .-=/ACTION\=-. a gasp of astonishment rises from the now

silent crowd...as the display of the game registers "Difficulty Level:

22" the previous high ever attained was 15 (it increases w