BBS Archive of Quotes Of Infamy

Havaris

Sentient Puppets

Mon Oct 07

Why my PC was unconscious on a recent Episode, Fortunae suggested that I use +THINKs to give him a prophet vision and to amuse myself, since I was pretty much out until the end of things. I thought it rather cheesy to give myself a meaningful religious experience, and I wasn't all THAT bored anyhow, but just the same, I approached Medes' puppet over at OGR, the venerable oracle Lucien to discuss matters.

Shaft approaches Lucien, submitting the query "Hypoxia?"
Adjusting his glasses, Lucien informs Shaft, and the room, "STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
You say "And how."
Shaft approaches Lucien, submitting the query "The Prophets?"
Adjusting his glasses, Lucien informs Shaft, and the room, "Be friends to each other."
You say "Indeed."
Shaft approaches Lucien, submitting the query "Give him a vision?"
Adjusting his glasses, Lucien informs Shaft, and the room, "It would be far more pleasant and relaxing for us to stay home and play tic-tac-toe on our foreheads with a soldering iron."

And if that weren't enough?

Shaft approaches Lucien, submitting the query "Should we continue the Mission?"
Adjusting his glasses, Lucien informs Shaft, and the room, "Maybe, but just the same, Id like to stop now."

Turtledove

Golden protects his goodies

Tue Oct 08

Turtledove chews and nods. She grins. "Yes sir." She pauses. "It is indeed strange. I'll check that out, right after we get our physicals, perhaps." She grins.

Golden "Ah right..." he logs off his computer. "Perhaps we should go do that, though, you may not want to be seen exiting my quarters with that cannoli cream on the side of your mouth there." Pause for a beat. "Others may ask you where you got it then there would be less for us." Looks perfectly innocent, "Shall we?"

Turtledove _blinks_, clearly taking an alternative interpretation, initially, to Golden's suggestion. To her credit, she doesn't blush. In fact, her eyebrow goes up, and she gives her superior what could almost be called a saucy grin, as her thumb comes up to wipe away the 'evidence'. "Good... thinking, sir." She stands up and waits for Golden to lead the way.

VuQ'cheH

I hates Lacos to pieces

Thu Oct 10

Laco continues to be smug, "I think you grossly over estimate your importance in the grand scheme of things. But, since I have no desire to have any more teeth reinstalled, I will as you ask."

VuQ'cheH grunts, gritting his teeth and glowering down at the human. "That is a wise decision. I have a meeting. Get out of my way, La'QoH." And with that, the Klingon storms past, headed clockwise along the mall.

Laco clucks, like a chicken.

As there are no chickens on Qo'noS, VuQ'cheH stops, and glares at Laco for another moment instead of charging back and killing him. "For your sake, I hope you are having a seizure and not mocking me," he growls.

Laco just smiles at VuQ, and turns to resume viewing his plant.

Tibbs

Daddy's got a shotgun, ho ho ho

Thu Oct 10

Haven's gaze finally takes in Gorgha's presence. Some warrior she is, had he been the Jem, she'd be dead.. or worse, Malagance, even then.. dead. She focuses back on Ty and says, "Right here is fine. I have nothing to say that Gorgha can not hear. To me, he is family." Her last statement carries two messages; he's family, get used to it and there is a /lot/ of trust between the two.

Gorgha stiffens a bit as he is now acknowledged by both of them both verbally and non-verbally. "If I wanted to kill you Tibbs you would be dead." somehow, you both get the notion that he really and sincerely means for Tibbs to find this reassuring somehow. "Loni is a grown woman and can speak to whomever she chooses."

<OOC> Haven rolls! Awww, thanks, Dad! =P

Tibbs on the other hand, tries to pretend the big, scary Klingon isn't there. He sure doesn't /feel/ like family, that's for certain. "Aheh.." He utters weakly, thuroughly flummoxed. Tremulously, he manages a very weak smile.. of IMPENDING DOOM. "Th-That's.. V-Very.. " He pauses, trying to think of a polite way of saying 'not at all comforting', and can't, so he just trails off, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

<OOC> Gorgha says "However if you don't have her home by 11 I'll tear your breathing tubes out with my teeth!! It's a school night."

<OOC> Tibbs screams and runs away.

Poole

The Essence of Comedy...

Sat Oct 12

After Poole had just gotten stunned into unconsciouness....

From Out's comm, Isole says "Hey. It's Arnan. Everything okay in there? My alarms are screaming in my office."

Loerd says into Out comm, "Umm.. we're fine in here.. I'm sure medical will be here any moment."

<OOC> Poole lols.

"One. Low stun." Medes just looks absolutely mortified, and doesn't really acknowledge Loerd at all. She quietly walks over and sets her phaser back in the case from which it came. Apparently she's finished with this for the time being. Skulking over toward the wall, she crouches next to it. If she had a tail, it would be tucked firmly between her legs.

From Out's comm, Isole says "/Medical/?! What in the name of--"

Isole steps into holodeck 1 from the Dream Factory.

Isole has arrived.

Claness is standing near the firing railing, apparently on the comm with somebody.

<OOC> Poole says "Hee hee... Loerd reminds me of Han Solo... except female... 'We're okay up here... just a malfunction.... there's a radiation leak, nothing to see up here.'"

<OOC> Loerd says "why do I see Han Solo from the detention center?"

<OOC> Poole laughs. =)

<OOC> Claness says "lol. :)"

<OOC> Loerd says "GMTA"

Medes

Medes in a Nutshell

Mon Oct 14

Okay, so there's no actual /quote/ involved. Still. I want to bronze this pose as the Essence of Medes.

Medes continues to crawl her way toward the control panel, one-arming it the whole way and keeping her phaser in her good hand. This -- combined with the fact that the workers are running around and jumping over her in their attempts to get to the Jem'Hadar -- slows her progress considerably, as she gets kicked in the ribs once and almost catches an errant knee to the head; however, she manages to make it there and pull herself up to a standing position, cursing creatively the whole way. Many a dropped wrench or singed hand in the shuttle bay went into such amazing talent in the spoken profane word.

Havaris

When Ensigns ATTACK!

Mon Oct 14

Malloy blinks, then waves a nurse over. "Take that over, Lopez, please. Remove the uniform and give him another once over with the tricorder, check for internal bleedings. I will be right back, LT." With a frown to Havaris, he heads over to Medes. "I'd be much obliged if you would take the help from a nurse. It is not an offer I am extending to you, consider it an order, Medes. I do not tell you how to fix your vehicles, so kindly return the favour when you are in sickbay. A 'no' in combination with a 'thank you' is unacceptable. As long as you are in here, I do not care about rank, admiral or ensign. Unless you are a doctor, you listen to what I am telling you. Are we clear on that? Now, you let the nurse help you, you will say thank you to her, and you will come out squeaky clean. The infirmary is no place for egos. Once you are in here, you leave your pride at the counter, get a badge for it and get it returned when you are leaving. Period."

Havaris winces at Malloy's dressing down of Medes. Why? Because he wouldn't want to have Malloy's testicles in about two minutes. Carefully but deliberately hiding his face in his hand, Havaris notes, "Bad. Very bad."

Foster lays in the bed and looks at Havaris, and simply nods, and then begins to count down, "One... two..."

McNeill

Klingon bedside manner

Mon Oct 14

Malloy hmmms. "Doc?" That's for McNeill. "You wouldn't happen to have something to help me to sleep per chance?"

McNeill grins "Well you could get Dr. Gorgha to give you that lecture on Klingon anatomy," She winks mischieviously.

Gorgha says, "Not our usual cure for insomnia."

McNeill nods and seeking to maintain a straight face, turns to address Gorgha, she raises an eyebrow, "Well now, I'm all for testing new treatments, are you not?"

Gorgha says, "Bludgeoning someone into unconsciousness is hardly a new treatment (he grins revealing jagged fangs)"

Malloy smiles drily, then shakes his head. "Alright, that's something I'd rather not go for. After all, I decided that the Jems aren't allowed to give me a break, either..."

McNeill laughs, "Touche Dr. Gorgha."

Edwards

The Comforting Commander

Tue Oct 15

Our intrepid Commander Balin, a man who's always cool under fire, tries to comfort a wounded officer in sickbay:

"Joshua," the Commander echoes. He looks at Rancion and says, "There's a tree on Earth with that name. Are you from Earth?"

Edwards glances sidelong at Balin when he mentions the tree on Earth named Joshua. He doesn't comment.

Rancion trying to get his mind in some coheisive order "No Sir, I am from the Draconis Outback, a fringe colony", thinking hard about a place he has tried to foget his hand presses even harder onto his abdomen "it's a small planet oun in the middle of nowhere Sir"

Park exits the CMOs office with an empty coffe cup in hand. He's looking pretty worn out when he finally realizes there's someone else in the room and stops.

Rancion is on the bio bed missing his lower leg below the knee

Edwards stands next to Balin, watching as the Commander less-than-deftly tries to comfort the one-legged officer.

Balin's standing over Rancion's biobed, the young Ensign who lost his leg during the taking of Occa. "But.. Earth is nice, isn't it?" he asks a little helplessly. When he hears Park's door open, he looks up. Ah, the cavalry.

Havaris

The Dignity of Command

Tue Oct 15

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Havaris and Takamura stand side-by-side at the front of the fire line, exchanging jokes and the like as three targets go zinging by at tremendous speed. The score board reads: Takamura 8/8, Havaris 9/9. And as Takamura takes his shot, he brings the two officers neck and neck. Havaris, to say the least, is almost stunned. He points out at the two remaining targets. "NOBODY's as good as me! I'm the best marksman on the /STATION/, Takamura!" He glowers good naturedly at the man before turning back to the fire line, shaking his head, and focussing on his shot. "Think of the beer. The /BEER/, man!" And with a dramatic intake of breath, he fires...

<CONTEST> Havaris (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Takamura smiles broadly at the Lieutenant. "Not for long, sir." He takes careful aim the final target, trying his best to win the bet.

<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Havaris is an Officer of Starfleet. A fine, upstanding, reputable gentleman in uniform. Resolute and gracious, firm but considerate to the feelings of his fellow crewmembers and the junior officers of his command. Which is why he waits until he's removed his compin and slapped it onto the railing to begin his victory dance. He begins waggling his butt from side to side, making pointy gestures at the field where one target remains, "I'm the /winner/! I'm the /winner/! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" He then points at Takamura, continuing to embarass himself. "You owe me /beee-eeer/! For a /weee-eeek/! Starting /nooo-oooow/! No hard /feee-lings/! Who'm I /kid-ding/! I'm your /dad-dy/!" He executes a little circle, spinning a finger above his head before slapping his compin back to his chest and offering Takamura an officerial sort of nod as though that never happened. "Nice shooting, Ensign."

Medes

Queen of the Obvious

Thu Oct 17

The loud noise causes Medes to wince slightly, herself, and she just lingers by the biobed, looking rather out of place. Poole's refutation of pain causes her to roll her eyes slightly, and she adds mildly, "You should probably tell him about your leg going out on you, too, doncha think? I mean, I'm no doctor, but your legs /are/ connected to your ass, so." She stops there, and realizes how stupid it sounds to just say 'your legs are connected to your ass,' since this much is obvious. Thus, she adds, "Maybe it's related."

Niel

What Klingons Want

Thu Oct 17

Summer says, "Psheah, Yeah, I mean it's alright, but it's mostly just a place to come to get drunk, get laid, and stuff like that."
<OOC> Summer yeeps, needs to go for a bit!
<OOC> Vor'mak says "rats, I just missed summer talking about getting laid *sob*"
<OOC> Niel says "she'll be back to talk about getting laid some more"
Milara makes a sneering face at a patron who is getting a little too friendly.
<OOC> Vor'mak says "<---The patron getting too friendly"
<OOC> Niel says "you just want to get laid, don't you?"
<OOC> Vor'mak grins

Vota

A Bolian View Of Human Romance?

Fri Oct 18

Tibbs takes a sip of his beer. "I d-don't know. When I tr-tried to talk to her about it she took off her c-clothing." He declares. "Well, old l-love songs. B-But I'm a bad singer. And I d-did tell her I'd do it over the intercom to the en-entire station if sh-she didn't talk to me."
Vota blinks, "When you tried to talk to her about it she took off her clothing? Uh, well, uh, what do you do when she did that? Unless I'm just a lot more ignorant about humans that I thought, when you sing love songs and the other person begins taking off their clothes that is kind of a good sign."

Medes

The Comedy of Linguistic Differenc

Sat Oct 19

Tibbs looks confused. "Oh, the girl with gr-green hair! Yes. I m-met her. Sh-She played with my s-sack." He nods sagely. "Th-That's right, she likes ch-champagne. But I d-didn't catch her n-name. W-Well, she seems quite a r-rake, b-but not m-meaning b-badly or anything. No l-less odd th-than the rest of us."

Medes quite literally spits coffee onto the floor at that one. "She did /what?/" interjects the tiny engineer between coughs as she searches for a napkin.

Vota shrugs a shoulder as she takes another sip of her drink, "Well, I can't really say she seemed bad, just..I don't know a bit different. Lieutenant Dakin said something about her and an alcohol cart?" Vota blinks several times and looks over at Medes eyes wide. Apparently, she isn't quite the master of the Terran language and perhaps missed out on a few innuendo potentials.

Tibbs inclines his head, innocently. "My s-sack. I'm sorry, d-do you call them b-bags here? Rather like the d-difference between pr-pram, cart, and b-buggy. My b-bag with champagne for Loni. Sh-She had it out of my hands before I c-could blink and w-was looking it over." He grins, blushing. "W-Well, it's g-gone now, but th-that's quite another story. G-Good heavens, do you need a n-napkin?"

"I think I've just spent far too many hours of my life hanging out with other mechanics. I have an unrepentantly filthy mind," Medes replies, shaking her head. Leaning over, she explains to Tibbs in a whisper.

Vota glances down at her cup than over to Medes' cup. She stares at Medes for a long moment then shrugs her shoulders looking even more confused than before.

Medes whispers to Tibbs, "Sack? It's slang, for, ah... well, a guy's junk? Not the main one, but, y'know. The other bits. So when she said she was playing with your sack..."

<OOC> Medes waits for Tibb's head to explode. ;P

<OOC> Vota cackles.

Tibbs just gapes, jaw hanging open. "Y-You've got to b-be kidding me!" He gestures wildly, knocking his own hot chocolate into his lap. "EEEYYYAAAH!" With that, he screams and runs out of the room.

McNeill

Ooo-errr Matron!

Mon Oct 21

Blair grins faintly. "I hear the best thing for a medical officer is a patient with a good in-bed manner." After about five seconds, he quickly turns scarlet red. "I-I mean as opposed to bedside, you kn-know."

McNeill tries to keep a straight face, she turns her face away for a moment but when she turns back she cannot contain her mirth, her cheeks also flush a little, "Mr. Blair!" Her eyes flash with humour, "I'm afraid our technology may be advanced, but our scans are not sufficiently detailed to provide such....important....information."

Rancion

Doctors go hunting(the full versi

Mon Oct 21

Rancion looks up at the ceiling for a moment the Oh Shit look is on his face, carefully he schools his features and re-adjusts himself on the biobed.

Over Haven's comm badge a voice answers, "Lt Commander Edwards here."

Into her comm badge, Haven takes a moment to answer then says, "Sir, I need a few moments of your time.. preferably in your office."

From Haven's comm badge, Edwards says, "I'm with someone right now. Can it wait until I'm done, Doctor?

" Gorgha watches Haven call her supervisor who she obviously believes to be incompetant, realizes what's going on and offers Haven his D'K Tagh to take with her.

Havaris

Insane in the Membrane!

Tue Oct 22

Rancion nods " I understand " he pauses for a moment" I take it they are going over it all again step by bloddy step?"

"No. They're discussing something we don't need to know about." Havaris continues leaning against the bulkhead, boot against the wall for support. "Trust in your superiors, Rancion. It keeps you sane."

Tibbs storms down the hall, red in the face, only to stop short at the closed off doors of the 'Factory, cursing under his breath. "D-Damnation!"

Havaris remarks blandly at Tibbs' fuming, "As if on cue."

Haven

Klingon's can be taught!

Thu Oct 24

Gorgha takes this in and though the concept is completely alien he mulls it over in his larger than average Klingon mind. After a few minutes he speaks. "You too are very important to me Haven. Much like the daughter that my mate always hoped for but did not live to see." he strokes his long white beard. "Though I would never dishonor my Jagga or my ToQ's memories by formally adopting another or being with another...I have never had a problem defending you or my relationship with you to anyone who questioned it. You are one of the only people here whom I legitimately care about in a more than merely professional healer's way and I make no secret of that."

Haven grins and nods slowly, relief clear on her face, relief that she didn't offend him. "Some times the grunts are misleading, you know." She winks as she takes another drink of her wine.

Gorgha sips his wine. "True. This is why I try to 'use my words' when I can."

Rancion

Help comes from the best places bu

Fri Oct 25

Stewart in the middle of the protomelee, Stewart does a half-turn, making a beeline for the jukebox, calling out on the way, "You'd have to check my medical record, I'm afraid." Once he arrives, he flips through the selection briefly, and then dials for the first love song on the list.
B'val oohs and seems to actually be enjoying this. Maybe there's a /maaaaan/ under that flab. Yes. A few nights of solid workouts and he might actually be worth something. Still. Better to see who survives. She may have a new honor guard. But somehow she doubts it.
<OOC> Rancion says "man this entire scene could go into Quotes"
<OOC> Takamura says "Damn you, Stewart."
<OOC> Stewart is a bastard. :)
There is a gale of hearty laughter from some of the traders near the bar.
Garrett just sits at his table, sipping his drink and trying NOT to burst out laughing.

Havaris

Hazing

Fri Oct 25

Stewart scuffs his feet on the floor, "You weren't kidding. Rubber. Hmm." He considers this a second or two, and then adds, "Does the floor material have any particular purpose, or is it just for effect?"

"It's a safety precaution. Sometimes detainees get a little restless, and we encourage them to behave by bouncing them off the floor. Also, it's non conductive, nicely insulated. Security is a critical post, since it can double as station Tactical if we lose Operations for whatever reason. Also, it's fun to play Phaser-Facizing here. Get a group of Ensigns circled up, throw a type two in the middle, and whoever thumbs it first, wins." Havaris says it all with a straight face, too. "That's 'The Chair'. The edge of the desk, there, is reserved either for myself of Mr. Rivers. Arm wrestling has spontaneously erupted for edge of the desk rights." Again, straight face. "Behind those doors is the station pokey. Those doors lead to the station Armory. All of this is rather essential to Station safety, so try not to fall asleep while sitting in 'The Chair'."

Stewart nods calmly, trying to take all this in. "Just one question. In the event you should find someone asleep in the chair, and there are more than one of you in the group, do you prefer arm wrestling or a straight coin flip to determine who has the right to shave their eyebrows?"

Havaris replies simply, "We're not barbarians, Mr. Stewart. We go by rank, of course." He motions towards the chair, "Have a seat. And mind the eyebrow hair."

Starfleet

Shave and a Haircut

Tue Oct 29

Balin nods as he comes in. "Mr. P'Trell," he says. When he sits down, P'Trell might notice that he's shaved off his goatee.

P'Trell arches an alabaster eyebrow. "You shaved sir."

Balin doesn't look from his PADD, but shakes his head. "Stolen by Romulans, Mr. P'Trell."

P'Trell says, "Well I suspected that they were up to something I just never dreamed that it would be this big."

Edwards steps into the ward room, and the door slides shut behind him.

"Intelligence reports suggest that they're giving it to the Praetor to wear for it's sheer powers of virility," the Commander says to P'Trell.

Edwards strolls inside, making his way over to his seat, "I don't want to know, do I?"

P'Trell says, "Well, at least it's being put to humanitarian uses."

Starfleet

Takamura

Private Lessons

Sun Nov 03

Mira laughs lightly, "It's alright. I don't mind, but we don't need you giving Ciara a thrill if she's not ready yet." She looks down, "O.k., now here's the real trick. See our feet. If we stand face to face, you're going to step all over my toes and that's no fun. Slide just a little to the right to staggeer our feet." She leans in and pushes on the inside of his right foot with hers, guiding him to the right posture. "Now, keep your arms firm and maintain about a foot between yourself and your partner." She holds still in the posture for a few moments, "O.k., how's it feel?"

Takamura moves over to assume the position Mira described. "It feels a little akward, but I think I can get used to it."

Medes

When SubSpace Conversations Attack

Sun Nov 10

Poole smiles all the while during the mock-glare and associated rant, "And /that/ is what's cute. The grease smears." She gives the woman a knowing look and grins. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Medes pfffts, waving a hand. "Shush. If by some trick one of the guys from the shuttle bay hears you, I'll never hear the end of it." She idly scratches the tattoo on her right bicep and rubs her nose. "Aw, nah, Gwen. I think I give myself enough credit. I'm kind of neat-looking in that I'm weird and I have tattoos and hair that sticks all up. I'm just lucky that someone as... " Commence the mooning, dreamy look. BUT SHE'S NEVER CUTE! "... handsome and... sweet and... " Pause. "You're not anywhere public, right? 'Cause if someone overhears this, I'm going to practically swagger around with a prosthetic penis on in order to regain the butch points I just lost."

Poole looks around guiltily and starts to say, "No... No one's overheard anything." She puts on her innocent (tm) smile when she's interrupted and Rancion can be seen. He says, "You found it Gwen, thank the gods... I thought I had lost it." Gwen blinks and looks at something in her hands, handing the shiny object, a crystal rose to Rancion, "Oh, that was yours?.... I hadn't wanted it to be stolen.... I'd talk, Josh, but I'm in the middle of a conversation..."

Medes's eyes go wide, and she shrieks in horror that's only partially faked. "AUGH! Gwen! People have heard me mooning! What have you done, woman? What have you dooooooooooooone?!"

Rancion grins and politely takes the rose from her hands a sappy expression coming to his face he glances over at Medes then back to Gwen. "I understand Gwen" into the PADD, "No Medes I ain't heard ya moon"

Medes shouts in the direction of the PADD, "FIRST PERSON WHO MENTIONS THIS WILL HAVE THE NEXT SHUTTLECRAFT THEY TAKE ADDRESS THEM LIKE A NAGGING JEWISH GRANDMOTHER!"

Poole blinks. Then blinks again. She flushes pink and offers her innocent (tm) smile again. "I don't think anyone heard what were saying.... at least not before you just...." She looks over at Rancion, indicating he should go with her eyes. "I'll see you later."

Rancion takes that as a cue to get away from Gwen a small smile on his face "Um Medes your secret is way safe with me." he winks at Gwen and heads over to the counter looking at the rose stopping he glances over his shouler at poole, "I'll be right over here if you want to come over."

Medes looks actually genuinely stricken. "It'd better be," she grumps, only partially playing. "Sorry, Gwen. I. Uhm. Oh, hell. Nobody buys the butch tough-girl thing anyway, do they?"

Poole smiles, putting on her best reassuring voice, she says, "You /are/ tough. But, butch, I think was stretching it... You're too short."

Wenok

Titanic Pose Challenge of the Nigh

Mon Nov 11

Wenok replies, "He called into question the service of the senior staff and his mistrust in them seems quite genuine enough. His reaction to my suggestion of taking up your counsel was hostilely defensive. Were he any other Starfleet crewman, I would immediately advise the station counsellor. While his only signs, thus far, are his verbalizations, they indicate a severa lacking of trust in those and in command positions above him. He initially described to me that he found 'this particular posting tiresome,' and when I asked him if he felt more comfortable with this type of posting in the empire, he replied, 'It's not a matter of enjoying. I am content merely to avoid torture.' When I suggested to him that if his work environment were unsuitable, he could discuss his difficulties with his senior officers; I venture to guess that in the interests of the Officer Exchange program, they would not have a problem at least listening to his needs, he replied, to me, that 'You would think so, wouldn't you? And yet you'd be mistaken.'. This being the first indication to myself that harbors mistrust for his senior officers and, thinking another Romulan might be more appealing for him to deal with, I asked if he had sought your counsel. He did not verbally answer the question, but gave me a rather hostile look. While, certainly, I am not a professional interpreter of facial expressions, it occurred to me that he had spoken with you but he felt little different of yourself than he did the Starfleet senior officers he is assigned under. I decided to try and take the matter up, as best I could, myself ... at least to gain his perspective on it, and when I asked him what specifically he found to be the trouble, he replied, 'I find the senior officers to be unprofessional and unqualified, the crew's blatant prejudices overwhelmingly offensive, and the attention to details sorely lacking.' He iterated 'I speak of *behavior*, Ensign, not of personal feeling. Behaviors are containable by discipline,' 'I speak not of twitches or twiddling, Ensign. I speak of concentrated, confirmed, conscious behavior. Any officer that cannot contain that, does not deserve to serve. In *any* fleet.' I asked him several more times for clarification if he had even sought your counsel, to which he ultimately replied, 'My discussions with the Ambassador are confidential.' I offered to help him in any capacity I could. Later, after my shift, as I was conversing with a fellow crewman in the Neutral Zone, he entered, sat and drank alone. As he got up to leave, I mentioned he could feel free to contact me at my personal quarters, to which he did not reply. My companion, an human of the typical illogic, remarked to him that I had merely tried to be 'friendly.' He responded to my companion with a hostile and derogatory remark. I think it is clear, ambassador, he does not trust those above him on this station ... nor, do I believe, does he trust you ... and an officer who is paranoid of anyone is not inclined to conduct themselves in a professional manner and, from what I understand of psychology, poses a harmful threat to themselves and those around them."

Haven

Oh boy..

Tue Nov 12

A complement blanketing an insult?

Golden says, "Doctor Haven gave me my arrival physical as well -- she used to be our mission support medic back when she was young and adventurous, but now she's all about PADDwork and records maintenance. Still, if you -- Ifni forbid -- get hurt, she'll take great care of you. Very good friend to the Security department... as long as you follow her post care orders, otherwise she reinjures you so you have to stay in the infirmary. Okay, the last part was a joke. Have you been issued quarters yet?"

Rancion

OW!

Wed Nov 13

Poole steps on out of the turbolift and, oddly, collides with Nevaren as he tries to enter and that defensive knee comes up yet again, even as a look of surprise flashes across her face.
Time slows, or is it just the predicament that makes it seem that way. Nevaren's eyes go wide, his mouth opening to saysomething.. But all to quickly time snaps back to it's normal state, The Albino's eyes crossing slightling and an odd sound gurglimg from his thoat. To his knees he goes. And the universe is suddenly right once more.
Rancion eyes widen as Nev begins to go down his hand coming out to steady the Engineer as he winces
.Heather's eyes view the reactive response by Poole. She steels herself against Josh "Oh no not again."
Poole 's hand goes up to her mouth and she cries, "Oh my...." She falls to her knees with him, wrapping her arms about him. "Nev...."
Nevaren gahs and his eyes straighten. He takes a deep (painful) breath. "Ooooh.. and Doc Holliday always wondered know why I was sterile." he groans.
Rancion watches knowing the hurt, "Nev are you ready to stand up?" he asks concern coloring his voice. his free hand on Nevs shoulder.
Poole is dressed as if she just came off the beach, in a swimsuit with a white tank top over it. A towel is wrapped about her waist, flipflop sandals are on her feet, and some sunglasses are perched on her head. "I'm so sorry...... love..."
Ryan cannot imagine the pain but understands at some level it may be excruciating. She would like to offer some soothing words but all that comes out is, "does it hurt much?

Spect

Diplomacy is a Gift

Mon Nov 18

"Evans," Havaris echoes, "or Idrani. I had to settle with a Yeoman earlier. This place crawls with diplomats. Getting time with those two is nearly impossible." Havaris sets his PADD to rest on the arm of his chair, rubbing at his face idly. He drops his hands back to his stomach and settles in for the long haul. If fate were kind, the ships would just fly up and let Havaris get some rest. No such luck. "I sometimes marvel at the ability of a single planet whose starships crumble like stale bread before our weapons to become such an enormous thorn in our sides. I've dealt with Rynkans before, and it's always the same. Threatening us with lasers. Because they know we don't want to fire. I'd like to go on the record as hating diplomacy." Havaris lifts his PADD and 'makes a note'. "I... hate... diplomacy." Cheep-chirp.

Spect

I think everything is funny

Mon Nov 18

"There could always be a coincidental weapons failure, sir..." Harker suggest quietly, keeping his eyes focussed on the console in front of him. Nope, not gonna make eye contact after that. "Accidentally fire off the number three phaser bank and accidentally disable all their weapons. Sir." He keeps on poking away at the console casually. "Though I'm sure Engineering is in charge of that sort of malfunction."

*Then when the person in questions shows up*

Harker purses his lips and arches his brow, impressed. He mouths to no one in particular, 'Harker to Engineering...'

Spect nods as he takes a seat at Command, "Well, if you are ready to leave get out of here." with a pause he adds, "And stop calling me sir."

Harker stands up from the console, straightening his uniform simply. "You're the line officer with the con," he answers, "Sir. So that's the way protocol goes.Sir. Goodbye. Sir." He inclines his head slightly, and then walks off to the door and then out into the hallway.

Idisha

Service with a smile!

Mon Nov 18

The entire RRT staff is greeted with one heck of a show! Magret and Isole -- and Rancion -- are all behind the counter. Magret is, at present, giving Isole a nicely familiar sort of kiss. Isole is, naturally, responding in kind, if slowly so. Making a 'Mrrph!' sound against Magret's lips, Isole holds a hand up to Idisha, places both hands on Magret's shoulders, and pushes her down behind the lip of the counter. Excuse us a moment. They're gone for a few seconds more before Isole pops back up, adjusting her beret just so. Hmm? What? Who? "Welcome to the Dream Factory!"

Haven

Talk about summing it all up!

Mon Nov 18

"Des?" Havaris blinks mildly in confusion or at least bemusement. It's not a name with which he's familiar. "If he loves you, Loni, and you love him? That is more wonderful a thing than many can even -hope- for. I agree! So what if he is old, and round, and stutters? So what if he scares easily. He supports you, as you say. And Loni Haven requires no man to be her guardian. You can be his." Kusto squeezes her hands tightly, lifting one to rest it at his cheek before pecking it with his lips. "May your lives be long and filled with joy."

Havaris

The Definition of Irony

Tue Nov 26

Dakin blinks once, but doesn't take his eyes off the Klingon. "I see. And who is this order to be filed against?"

Vor'mak keeps his gaze narrowed at Dakin's eyes and states almost as if recited, "I am filing a restraining order against Lieutenant Junior Grade Havaris Kusto, son of Havaris Palin."

Turtledove half-blinks at that. Her attention shifts back to the Klingon, regarding him with a neat mixture of curiousity, surprise, and disbelief.

Havaris perks up his head, blinks twice, looks to Turtledove, and winds up chuckling softly with amusement, folding his arms across his stomach. "Is this because you threatened to tear off my Ensign's arms? Shoved me on the mall? Challenged me to a duel? Or because I say mean words."

Medes

RAR!

Thu Nov 28

"Cape Fear." Thea settles back for a minute, pulls up her PADD, and taps at it a couple of times. "Ah. Lipinski and Zihea signed off on those EVA suits last." There's a sort of coldness that comes over her voice, then. Tap. Taptaptap. "Oh, /good./ Zihea's scheduled, and Lipinski... should just be finishing up." The sound of that word /good/ doesn't seem to be anything of the sort, at least, not if you're Lipinski or Zihea, poor bastards. "Thaal'vor, do you think you've got this under control? I've got to go... " Remove two spleens, some ears, and perhaps another innard or two? Decapitate two particular crew members? Defenestrate someone? "... have a /chat/ with these two fabulous young gentlemen." Her mouth's set in a thin line, and when she forces herself to smile at Lhian, it's a terribly canine sort of gesture, and not happy at all. "Thank you very much for the jumja tea. Sorry I can't stay. Ensign Idisha is more than capable of handling this on his own. I have... things to take care of."

Lhian smiles at Medes, but she can see there's something going on here. "That'll be fine," she says, taking the container back. "Thank you gfor taking a look at this.."

Idisha makes motion for the kit to stay with a smile and a finger at it. "I'll make sure everything is polished and back in your quarters Thea. And don't kill them... Remember. We're the officers here right? They don't have our....dedication." He says diplomatically. "Though I think this needs to get mentioned to Ghorev. I had a similar problem on the Paine with some folks getting sloppy with a few weld jobs. Though we were rather rushed..." He shrugs and drags the kit closer, pulling out one of those technical widgets of fixing and aiming it into the guts of the circuitry.

"I'll talk to Nevaren about it. I report to him directly, actually. And don't worry. I won't kill anyone. I'd have to clean the blood up out of the shuttle bay, and really, blood is just hell on the hydraulic tools," Thea replies flatly before she lets herself out of the quarters. "Just drop the kit off when you're done, sure." And then she's gone, pity the poor fools who didn't recharge that EVA suit and signed off on it anyway.

Medes

Family Feud

Wed Dec 04

Stewart offers a wave to you when you peak out, saying, "Hey... I'm sorry." He smiles up, and says, "And I'm going to sit here until you talk to me. If you're not ready now... I can wait." With that, he goes back to leaning up against the wall, eyes half-closed. He doesn't really expect anything yet.

A snort, then, and what sounds distinctly like a growl, before Medes retreats into her quarters and the door shuts behind her. One of the disadvantages of these automatic jobbers is that you can't give a door a good, yes-I-am-still-mad-at-you slam to illustrate just how MUCH you're shutting the door behind yourself. Still, she somehow manages to convey the idea of a door slamming behind herself. Medes is amazingly talented at being annoyed.

As the door closes, Stewart looks up, and says, "Well... at least she's making noises at me. Shouldn't be too long." He rests his head back against the wall again, and says, "And I could swear she customized her door. I wonder if she knew I was coming." Still, he shrugs, and goes back to his waiting posture.

Randal

Easter, pt II

Sat Dec 21

Randal's forehead wrinkles as his brows raise. "It's supposed to be a game. And it isn't actually the Easter bunny that hides the eggs. Not for real, I mean. It's the kids' parents."
"Obviously", Solok notes with a snicker, adding, "Unless you're going to specially train rabbits for the purpose. But..." He just frowns, shaking his head, "What is the point? Where is the profit to be made in this?"
"Uh..." Randal tries to come up with a plausible explanation. "Well... it teaches the children how to be observant. Hmm?" He smiles.
"So does having them play the futures markets. And I think there are more practical applications for that than for egg-finding. Unless there is suddenly a famine and you are on a planet with many egg-concealing birds." Solok rolls his eyes, collecting his now refilled drink for another sip.

Shaft

What do you have to say to /that/?

Sun Dec 22

The shields drop and the Thomas Paine once more weaves in and out of the line of enemy fire, its thrusters pushing to the limit at maximum impulse, slowly outdistancing the Romulan craft, but fast losing ground to the Klingons. When the craft keep right on coming, the Romulan starts to laugh softly. "We did not ask for the war you have helped to create, Lieutenant. But I assure you, we will win it." Cocksure and apparently certain of his own demise, he ambles over to the tactical console to peer over Takamura's shoulder. "Keep your hand near the auto-destruct. You may need that shortly." The Klingon growls in delight as his craft continues closing on the 'Paine. "My warriors will kill /you/ and then the /Romulans/ and all else who oppose us! The Romulan may not welcome war, but /we do/!" Typical.

Takamura spins counterclockwise, draws his phaser, and fires at the Romulan hovering over his shoulder.
<CONTEST> Takamura (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon (Phaser) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

As they say in Security Training, there is no snarky comeback to a phaser in the gut. The Romulan Commander flies backwards and topples to the floor, eliciting a bark of laughter from the Klingon.

Niel

The meaning of Christmas

Mon Dec 23

"Goddess, let's see if I can get this right. They tried to explain it to me, but everyone had their own ideas." Lhian furrows her thin brows. "It has something to do with a baby and an old man. The baby was born to a virgin," she says, raising her eyebrows, "an the old man flies around with deer and drops gifts down the chimney. And there was something about a green monster called a Grinch stealing something, maybe the baby, and a special kind of tree. A Charlie Brown tree." Lhian sighs and shakes her head. "That didn't clear it up at all, I imagine."

Idisha

Courage? Or not to Courage?

Mon Dec 23

Malloy touches the stimulators once more to Medes' open heart. Triggering them, he sends another jolt of electricity through her body, arching her back even more than before. The cracks of her protesting vertebrae sound through the infirmary like a series of pistol shots before she crashes down heavily again on her biobed. Swiftly, he looks over to the monitor, all the while setting the stimulators to an even higher setting. "How's the heart-lung coming along? We might need it as backup in a sec." Back to his calm, emotionless voice again, it carries nevertheless.
<CONTEST> Medes contests her Fitness (Vitality) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!
<OOC> Malloy mutters.
<OOC> Park says "OK, we suck."
<OOC> Shaft says "When you're dying, Medes, it's suggested YOU SPEND COURAGE. ;)"
<OOC> Medes mumbles.

Imzadi

Havaris breaks it down

Wed Dec 25

Public Christmas Monkey Havaris breaks it down Old School, "Yyyyyyeeeeeeah! I got my phaser set to stun! If I sling that baby, then you betta run! I'll fry your bacon if you mess with me! Cos I work for Starfleet Security! Yeah I've been on rocks all over this place! I've kicked butt out in outer space! I've sailed my way to the outer rim! And I've get out of every jam I'm in! With a HOO and a HAH and a Kirkesque swank! Ensign all snap to my higher rank! Yeah I'm 5'6" and a buck thirty five, but I'm the baddest little Bajjie Sec Junior alive!"

Lightfoot

Chocolate

Sun Dec 29

Summer steps in, not looking all-too-happy. "Doc! Give me chocolate!"
Lightfoot looks up from his padd and groans inwardly. He turns and says. "Can I help you with something Ms?"Heummer holds out her hand. "Yeah, I've come for the chocolate. I know you've doctor-types keep stashes around here somewhere. Give it. Gimmie gimmie gimmie"
Lightfoot looks you straight in the eye and says with some pleasure. "No."
Summer rests her knuckles upon her waist, shaking her head. "Aww, why not? You've got it, share! It's the 'in' thing to do!"
Lightfoot laughs. "Because well for one thing you didnt say the magic word."
Summer blinks a moment, ugh, how..how..oh, whatever! "Fine fine, can I *please* have some of you're chocolate?"
Lightfoot shakes his head. "Sorry. Dont have any chocolate."Though he doesnt seem to be the least bit sorry.
Summer blinks a moment, then balls her fists up. "Oh, why you son of a..I..U gh!" She shakes her head, then storms out. Freakin' hoardy doctors.

Medes

Tricky, tricky.

Tue Dec 31

From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren chuckles. "Of course, Ensign. I know the feeling. Your light duty clearance has been noted. After that, well, you do have teams under you, Medes, so take it easy for a wee while and be a director for a change. Got it?

Into her comm badge, Medes chuckles somewhat sheepishly. "Why does everyone keep telling me that?" There's a brief pause, as if she's shaking her head or some such. "Yes, sir. I've got it."

From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren says, "Great, Because if I hear otherwise you will be relegated to just testing out new simulator programs for a week. Flybyes of Risa or somesuch.. ANd that would terrible, right?"

Into her comm badge, Medes says, "... Is this a trick question?"

From Medes's comm badge, Nevaren laughs. "Good Night, Ensign."

Shaft

Trek Canon

Wed Jan 01

Randal and Takamura work in tandem to operate the repulsors. And while only one beam catches the rock fragment heading their way, there isn't precisely any time remaining for things like second chances. Even at full power, there isn't enough energy to keep the massive object from colliding with the shields, sending a shiver through the station in entire. They buckle and fold, the rock distorting and shattering into smaller pieces that carry their own innertial force into the massive impact. Like a giant snowball, the greater mass of the object collapses flat, the repulsors simply shoving right through the center of the now smaller pieces, pushing them out and away, creating a very effective donut. The shields finally give way with a shower of light, and the remaining manner makes a damnable mess of the designations painted on the outer hull of the Station.

Its hull that, while dented and damaged, holds.

<OOC> Shaft grabs the camera and rocks it back and forth. The cast lurches in a predetermined direction.

Tyler

Taboo Schmaboo

Thu Jan 02

Duncan glances around the area, stretches a bit and has a quick mental confab about human nudity mores then steps into the tent and comes back out completely naked except for a pair of sandals, and yes, the spots do go all the way down.

Tyler aiee's when she sees Duncan is wholly naked. She looks away, yes, far away, out into the water, at the point break way out there. "Er," is the only thing she can get out.

Turtledove casually turns to greet Duncan, and subsequently looks away, discretely averting her very wide eyes. Is that a blush on her face. To paraphrase her illustrious Timefleet leader, "Er. Indeed."

Duncan glances over at Tyler, then down at himself. "Nudity problem Lt.?

Tyler shakes her head, but doesn't look over. "Uh, no, not me. I've /got/ a bathing suit."

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