Lael Rosek-Skyfire

Definitely a laughing moment. Sherlock's awkward response and thoughts here nearly killed me. Bravo @Sherlock ---- T’Ama: Hmmm, still just drinking water? Still sucking down her milkshake, the Vulcan woman closed one eye and studied the Lieutenant Commander. Dr. Harford, more than a little tipsy, looked between the two none too subtly. oO Water? What’s the Vulcan got against Water? Oo Harford: ::mumbles:: At the bar with a milkshake and a water. ::rolls eyes:: Sherlock: Yeah. I'm sure. I ::beat oO don't Oo:: only want water. I'm just ::beat oO pregnant Oo:: really thirsty.

Lieutenant Lansa Cheveyo-Arma, Mission Specialist aboard the Astraeus who moonlights as a Relief Helmsman and her husband, Lieutenant Arma Rhiyri, rocking the red carpet. His dapper dark grey suit jacket and dark slacks nicely compliment her navy blue Charita Furari, the latest fashion from Risa.

I just about died laughing reading this. XD From Esa's sim "Standoffish": Nodding, Esa turned back to the guards. Kiax: So. We’re going in, with Ms Ka’ala here. And you’re going to let us. Guard 1: And what makes you so sure of that, spotty? Esa glared at the obviously racist man. Yes, she had spots. All Trill did; and you could be damn sure that all Trill were of better moral stock than him. Though Esa was certainly not above retaliating with the name calling. Kiax: Because, you feckless oaf – you’re going to come in with us.

"There's a face in that coffee!"

"If you once again try to harm me or one of my colleagues, my patience with you will quickly expire."

Congratulations, everyone! Well deserved!

Major Zaaia Leix rocks the red carpet this year in a classy, sophisticated white and black mesh dress that is turning heads.

Lael sat staring at the holophoto of her and Chythar on their wedding day, a nostalgic smile turning up the corners of her lips. Moisture formed at the corners of her eyes. Bittersweet tears. They’d had a shorter time together than she would have liked and yet, they had been the best years of her life. Her fingers touched the brown hair of the woman in the photo, the woman’s eyes shining with pure joy and happiness. Filled with hope of a long future ahead. She reached up to finger the thinning strands, the deep luxurious brown replaced by gray that would soon be tempered by white. Crow’s feet had since formed at the corners of her eyes. Chythar had always corrected her, calling them laugh lines from his prodigious sense of humor. He always had made her laugh. Her life had seen more laughter with him in it than in any of the days before or after. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to fully feel his absence from her mind. On the nights when she forgot to take her sedative or her body became immune to the current dosage, she would experience the deafening silence as though it was the loudest scream. An ache would develop in her chest and sobs would tear from her throat as though someone was physically torturing her. Though she was no stranger to pain and heartbreak, she longed for something that she couldn’t have. At least not this side of heaven. And she had to believe that there was a God and heaven. For her sanity, she had to believe that she would see the man she loved again someday, his features untouched by time, reverted to the youthful man she’d married. They would instantly recognize one another and embrace as though not a moment had gone by. She would feel the texture of his shirt in her hands as she had the first time he’d held her, long before they’d started dating. Even as friends, they’d seemed to break the rules of what friends should be. Her attraction to him in spite of his indirect role in one of the most painful times of her life had been absolute. What had started as an intangible curiosity about the man had grown into a fondness for his quirks and affection for the candid way he saw the world. He had always been different from everyone else, a fact that her heart caught onto long before her mind did. The familiar chime that signaled someone was waiting outside the door to her office echoed in the small space, causing her to look up. “Enter,” she called. As the doors parted, she set the photo down in its original place of honor before turning to greet her visitor. For a moment, she forgot to breathe as she often did when he entered a room. The man before her was a spitting image of his father, with the exception of the slight point to his ears and the subtle glow of his green eyes, all marks of his Al-Leyan heritage. The man’s face fell as he saw her expression. “Mom,” Kaidan murmured as he made his way into the office. Without asking, he seemed to know what she needed, enveloping her in a tight hug. For long moments, they remained like that, the tears streaming down her cheeks. He’d caught her in an unexpectedly vulnerable moment and she didn’t have the emotional strength to force the mask back into place just now. Her hands clenched at the material of his Starfleet uniform, reminding her of the way Chythar’s had often felt. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to feel, though she was careful not to project too much of it to her son. After what seemed like an eternity, Kaidan pulled back wearing that smile that reminded her so much of Chythar when he was feeling particularly affectionate. “Never underestimate the healing power of hugs,” he murmured. She laughed through her tears, remembering how Chythar would say that when things seemed hopeless. And she’d loved him all the more for it. Laying her hand on Kaidan’s cheek, her watery smile widened. “Your father would be so proud of you.”

Ha! 🤣

This truly encapsulates both laugh and cry. Such a bittersweet moment for Toryn! And the last bit makes me laugh XD ---- Solat: ~ I can remove the memories from your mind, in apology. ~ Toryn looked up at the entity and after a brief contemplation raised a hand to stop the entity. Raga: No! Leave them please! Kiax: You sure, Toryn? The entity seemed to be confused and the glow ceased. Though it had already removed several of the memories from his mind. Solat: ~ Why? Why would you wish to keep the memories? The punishment was placed upon you in error. ~ Raga: ::Slowly rising to his feet again he composed himself:: You said these are memories of those who are dead? The entity nodded sagely. Raga: Then that means that as long as I live, they live on through me. I’d like to keep them…to honor them. Isa: It is, of course, your decision, Commander. But I highly advise against it. Still, if you insist, then I am going to insist on mandatory counseling to help you with processing it. Mandatory counseling sessions? Bold of her to assume Chin’tokans needed that. Paying no mind to the fact that it was easier to earn a purple heart than to keep a counselor on board.

Deveaux: Maybe we should send him a nice bouquet. It might help with that attitude.

A well written post by @Noa T'Nessa Levinson, including that magic gold nugget. ---- ((Conference Room, Deck 3, USS Chin’toka - The next day.)) Last night was quite weird. After being treated in Sickbay for her concussion and staying for a few hours of observation, it was evident that no permanent damage was caused. Still, that experience was not fun in the slightest, and once she was cleared to rest in her own quarters, Noa was more than glad to sleep in her own bed. As for the conference itself, it seemed to be going fairly well - the planning seemed sound. After giving a brief overview of the nearly-flatlined combadge signal she managed to detect, the team composition seemed to have been changed slightly by Commander Isa. Somewhat surprisingly, knowing her, she was almost relieved to hear she wasn’t going to return to that planet for the time being. And considering the change of what this mission actually was, it even made sense. Mei’konda: Pull all of the resources you caan on short notiice to make it happen, you two. We haave approximately… :: He paused, and appeared to glance at the chronometer on the wall panel. :: …Forty eight minutes until the storm subsides to the point where a shuttle can enter the atmosphere saafely, and three hours and seven minutes as projeected by our latest scaans until the storm is at its weakest. The captain moved his glance towards Noa herself, as well as Commander Peters. Mei’konda: Mr. Peters, Lieutenant Levinson, thaat’s why it’s essential that in addition to helpiing with the search and rescue from orbit, I want you both keeping an eye on the plasma storm. We need a better early warniing system for any flare ups so that Mr. Raga doesn’t have to crash any more shuttles in my shuttlebay. Noa merely gave a curt nod in approval. On occasion, keeping an eye on astrophysics-related stuff was almost a fun pastime for her - regardless if the situation was life or death, science, or just for dinner. Raga: Just trying to make your reports to Starfleet HQ more colourful, sir. Kiax: ::Humorously:: Destroyer of Tables, Doors, and now shuttlebays… You’re earning yourself a bit of a reputation Commander. Isa: :: to Raga :: I’m curious… Nevermind, that can wait for another time. Peters: I will certainly be keeping an eye on it. Alentonis: oO Another surface run? With modified anti-grav harnesses? Oo Pardon me, commander. :: Turning his attention to Kiax. :: Didn’t Mr. McKnight propose some modified designs just before we ventured down to the surface the first time? She did very briefly recall Esa showing the team the proposal. She was no EV suit expert, nor was she an engineer, but it seemed… sealed? Regardless, the proposal did seem curious, and she was considering looking into it - before wearing anything unapproved for real situations, of course. Kiax: Response Logan: He has some tricks up his sleeve Mei’konda: Once you’re on the ground, I waant constaant updates. And remember, Commander Raga, this isn’t a tactical situaation. If anything, well. He gestured toward the bag of coins that Alentonis had brought up to the conference room with him. Mei’konda: We could be dealiing with a first contact here, people, and you all know what that means. If there is a raace here that isn’t warp capable, then the Prime Directive is in effect. If our people were abducted, we don’t know why. It could easiily have been accidental, or innocent. So, defensiive sidearms only, understood? I don’t waant you to appear aggressiive. Raga: Understood, sir. Not everyone is hostile. Despite our tendency to attract such. Sidearms only and we’ll keep an open mind. Kiax: :: to Doctor Alentonis and Jaelyne :: We should also remain vigilant. Historically, gold on Earth that was used for coinage was also often viewed as having a religious association with holiness. It could be that any cultures on the planet might also view reskari in the same light. If we’re indiscriminately mining it, we may end up causing ourselves a bigger problem should any native populace find out. Indeed. That made sense. Perhaps the Banshee being reskari-laced might have a similar, or even worse reaction. Isa: I agree. It’s part of why I wanted to come along. Just in case we do make contact, I am hoping we can diffuse any tense situation before it escalates to conflict. Alentonis: Agreed. I propose we hold off mining anything until after we know for certain we won’t be starting a war by doing so. Levinson: I agree. This does not seem like a desirable outcome. oO Was this too dry? Yeah, that was probably a bit too dry right there. Oo Raga: Since we have reason to suspect the locals might be telepathic. Is there anyway we could set our tricorders to automatically scan and alert us if they detect psionics in use? Mei’konda: Response Kiax: I’m not sure. Beyond a measurable increase in brainwave activity we don’t have much in the way of telling if someone is actively using telepathic abilities, and in order to obtain those readings we’d need to be actively scanning the subject with a tricorder’s hand scanner. Peters: From an engineering standpoint, commander Kiax is correct. You would need to be standing in their physical vicinity and actively looking for brain wave increases to detect it with a tricorder. Indeed, both were good points. Usually brainwaves activities, including ones specific to telepathic beings, were a bit hard to detect. Alentonis: Isn’t it likely that someone else on the crew might be able to communicate telepathically with them? Commander Raga, perhaps? Alentonis: Isn’t it likely that someone else on the crew might be able to communicate telepathically with them? Commander Raga, perhaps? Levinson: There is a rather high likelihood, yes, but telepathy varies between species. And usually communication may require mental training to use effectively, or at all. And while she did have telepathic abilities from her Vulcan side, she wasn’t really trained in using them more than the basics of "How to Not Damage Your Friends’ Brains by Touch 101", let alone know how powerful her telepathy was. The best answer she had so far was "yes". Logan: we do have the personnel files, so we could find all the Crew with such abilities and see is they can find anything Raga: ::He shook his head:: I can only communicate with my own species. Though I should be able to tell if such abilities are being used directly on me, I won’t be able to sense them if they’re just communicating with each other or anyone else. Mei’konda: Response Isa: Well, if they are telepathic, we’ll just have to figure that out as we go. Adaptability is going to be a requirement. That it always was. Raga: If they are warp capable, then there’s also a possibility that they have ships that are either not near here, or they don’t want to use them. Or they’re cloaked. If they are warp capable then the lack of a ship might be a clue to that. Logan: With the interferance around you could hide a ship to two. Indeed. That was definitely something to check out and analyze - just how was the combadge signal weakened to the point of almost less than being confused with background noise? Mei’konda: Response Kiax: If I recall correctly, didn’t Commander Serala devise some kind of method for detecting cloaked ships? ::To Noa:: It could be worth implementing it, if I’m correct. Isa: So, we’re speculating that their location is being cloaked in some way? That’s an interesting theory. Levinson: ::Nodding:: Indeed. Commander Serala’s method, along with the evidence pointing at some fairly powerful sources of wave interference as well as more traditional methods of detecting cloaks may be able to be of help here. ::To Alentonis:: What did you mention the civilization’s classification is again, Professor? Alentonis: Based on the earlier findings of the coins, I would speculate maybe class L if we are assuming subterranean colonies exist. Noa nodded in response, as Raga began speaking. Raga: Lieutenant Levinson and I created a gravitic airlock in the Kraken’s aft section to make moving in and out of the shuttle safer on us so we can acclimate to the change in gravity gradually. Instead of going from one extreme to the other. I suggest we institute that on any shuttle we use on the surface. Logan: That would be a helpful addition. Mei’konda: Response Kiax: It should be a relatively easy thing to implement across the board as a permanent feature set. I can have the shuttle technicians put together a standard subroutine to distribute to all our auxiliary craft. Isa: Sounds like a lot of preparation to do. Are we going to be able to get all that done before we launch? Peters: I’d be happy to lend a hand with the prep work required for that, if needed. Kiax: Response Levinson: I am not an engineer, but I am able to assist with the planning a bit. I do have the articles I acquired the basic design from, so they may be able to be improved upon. Logan: I'm no Engineer but many hands Mei’konda: Response Isa: Very well, then, let me know how I can help. I’m not an engineer, but I do have the standard training. Just let me know how I can help. Kiax: Responses Raga / Mei’konda: Response Peters: I have a few connections in the engineering and security departments I might be able to tap to get everything prepared before launch. Engineering she could almost get - she did serve with Peters on the Juneau when he was Chief Engineer there, so that was fairly understandable. Security, though? Isa / Kiax: Response Raga / Mei’konda: Response Peters: Just a thought. If I’m needed on the bridge, they might be able to assist with the prep. Peters’s presence on the bridge was probably a good idea - having the ability to utilize his fancy flying sooner, rather than later. Isa / Kiax: Response Raga / Mei’konda: Response Alentonis: Quick question, regarding the subdermal locators. Would we be able to maintain a transporter lock through the interference caused by the plasma storms? Logan: Most of them are at the same mercy as comm badges. However being subdermal unless you scan for them you dont know their there. Levinson: I will very much aim to ensure the answer to that question is "yes", Professor. She did have experience with clearing through interference, so she was confident she could ensure at least some level of lock. The signal strength of the locators wasn’t as high as that of combadges, of course, but indeed, at least they were concealed. She was concerned, however, with how weak they may be with the interference that was obviously there when she noticed the normal combadge signal. She was almost starting to stretch the very low end of sensor resolution, and that was telling. Would the resulting wave’s amplitude prove to be literally too small for top-end Starfleet sensors to detect? Isa / Kiax: Response Raga / Mei’konda: Response Noting Lieutenant Logan raising his hand, Noa turned to face him, after taking a stop to examine the half-eaten apple he was holding. Isa: Response Logan: If there is some Telepathic dohickey at play why use it to kidnap our team, rather than confuse them and lead them away ?. Noa clasped her hands together, elbows on the table, as her head tilted slightly to the right, as she spoke in a perfectly monotone manner. Levinson: I can think of many reasons, Lieutenant. The planet’s inhabitants may be wondering what they were doing on their planet. Or perhaps they require their bodies, or minds, for some sort of activity. And maybe, just maybe, they wanted to invite our team for dinner and were merely afraid they would say no. Some specimens are curious in nature, after all. Despite the delivery’s tone, it almost looked as if she enjoyed delivering that response, as serious as it was. It was a good question, of course, but when what one deemed obvious did not occur, a reason was very likely to exist for the unexpected occurrence. If there wasn’t any reason for a certain event to take place, why would it? Any: Response -- Lieutenant Noa T'Nessa Levinson Chief Science Officer USS Chin'toka E239701NL0

Just had to throw in this gold nugget that @Jaelyne Isa pointed out. XD Priceless, @Noa T'Nessa Levinson. ---- Noa clasped her hands together, elbows on the table, as her head tilted slightly to the right, as she spoke in a perfectly monotone manner. Levinson: I can think of many reasons, Lieutenant. The planet’s inhabitants may be wondering what they were doing on their planet. Or perhaps they require their bodies, or minds, for some sort of activity. And maybe, just maybe, they wanted to invite our team for dinner and were merely afraid they would say no. Some specimens are curious in nature, after all.

Dan, the writer for Amuro McKnight, did an excellent job taking advantage of the fact that none of our characters remember who they are and playing up his character's reaction to what he perceived as my character giving him an order. Amazing, @Amuro McKnight! ---- ((OOC: Any thoughts or feelings belong to the character.)) ((Village, Surface of PTE - 2891’s Fourth Planet)) Vorenus: It was a well-stocked kitchen. I'm sure the lady won't notice a few misplaced utensils. For protection. So far whoever dropped us here hasn't come back to check on our progress. There doesn't seem to be any monitoring devices in this room. It almost seemed like whoever knocked us out just left us here. For what purpose, I don't know. Jónsdóttir: Um.. Alright. I guess we should get dinner started. Einar: Response J. Doe: ::lowers his voice:: You realize that woman will know it was us, right? What’s to stop her from raising the alarm? Vorenus: You think this place has any semblance of law enforcement? I didn't see any guards or soldiers walking around. For all we know, this place just looks peaceful but is actually lawless. J. Doe: ::shakes his head:: I’m certain if we’d asked to purchase them, she would have happily sold them to us. There’s no need for us to steal when we can do honest work for what we need. We’re more than capable of doing simple tasks. Vorenus: The less real interaction, the better. Besies, I didn't take much. A few things here are there won't be missed. J. Doe: We’re not going to make many allies through dishonesty. And we’re going to need allies if we’re going to survive. ::pauses for a moment:: Can we agree to try talking first? Really talking? Put a little more trust in people. Vorenus got back up, walked over, and gave his "friend" a stare in return. He had no idea who he was but a part of him wasn't going to let himself get pushed around by a stranger who doesn't know anything about him either. Vorenus: Well, I don't plan on staying here long, making friends and settling into a life as a dishwasher. We need to find out why we're here and who put us here. For all we know this entire town is a social experiment and we're the lab rats for going along with it. He could tell he wasn't going to be making friends with John, who in his opinion seemed more concerned about his new companion than assessing their situation. Vorenus went back to his corner, trying to make sense of the visions he's been having the whole time he was here. {{Time Skip - The Next Morning}} Waking up early seemed to be something his body remembered. Getting out of his bed, Vorenus washed his face to prepare for the day. John had woken up before the rest of them did. J. Doe: Rise and shine, gents. Another day of work ahead to provide for the woman of the house. Vorenus: oO Your woman to be accurate. Oo Coffee first...whatever passes for coffee. Einar: Responses Jónsdóttir: ::smiles:: Good morning, Gentlemen. I hope you all like omelets. Vorenus: Much appreciated it, Jona. I don't know why, but I have a feeling of wanting to cook as well. Perhaps I'll help us with dinner if we can get some decent ingredients J. Doe: ::grins:: I have no idea what an omelet is, but if it’s anything like that stew you made last night, I’m sure it will be amazing. Einar : Response Jónsdóttir: So, what are the plans for today? J. Doe: ::shrugs and takes another bite of the fruit:: I thought we could all explore a bit. Maybe see if we can find anything of interest. Maybe another trip to the marketplace and more work? That crate was good, but it’s only going to last another day or two. We should plan a bit ahead. Vorenus: Perhaps there's traders setting up shop in town. We can ask them about a map of the area. People who travel around should know directions to important places. Einar / Jónsdóttir: Responses J. Doe: These clothes will only last us so long and it doesn’t make sense to keep buying new ones. That could get pricey. Maybe we can clean them up? Vorenus: Washing is a good idea, we're staying in the same room. Won't do us any good if we start smelling. Einar / Jónsdóttir: Responses J. Doe: ::to Vorenus:: I thought since you’re so focused on protection, maybe you can ask around about costs for more sophisticated defenses when we go to the market? Surely this town has someone who specializes in those sorts of things. If not, maybe we can see about other ways of securing it. Vorenus got up a bit. Vorenus: That almost sounds like an order. Einar / Jónsdóttir: Responses J. Doe: Response Vorenus: No, by all means take charge. You seem to have a more level head. I'll go with Einar and ask around. Lieutenant Amuro McKnight Security/Tactical Officer USS Chin'toka D239302AM0

I loved writing this. Props to our FO, @Jaelyne Isa for a nice playoff in this one. Took a single tag for a PNPC and it turned into this. ---- ((Security Complex, Deck 11, USS Chintoka)) {{Time Index: Shortly after arriving at the Tycho Brahe’s location}} Anjar whistled as he polished his nth phaser. He’d already gone through and made certain they were calibrated correctly and had placed any that needed more extensive attention in a bin at his feet. It was a relief from the drills that Commander Raga had been running while en route. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chief Petty Officer Davis and grinned. Thoran: Hey, Chief! Head’s up! Without waiting for the other man’s response, he tossed a rag in his direction. Andrew had been ready to call it a day. He was checking in his phaser and was just headed out of the armory, hoping to avoid Lt Commander Thoran, who’d he spotted doing “routine maintenance” on the phasers - which mostly meant polishing them and making sure the batteries were charged. oO Why do phaser need to be polished anyway? Does this improve their performance? No, of course not. Just another one of those stupid rules that Starfleet is so fond of. Oo However, he never made it out. The sound of Thoran’s voice behind him was immediately followed by the thump of a cloth hitting the back of his head. Davis: Commander. I didn’t see you there. How are you doing? Thoran: ::arches an eyebrow:: I can smell that steaming pot from here, Chief. Pick up that rag and come help me shine these up. Davis: You know, sir, I was supposed to be ending my shift right about now :: picks up the rag :: Tell me, again. Why are we shining the phasers? Thoran: ::smirks:: We’ve gotta look good, right? A man can’t look good without a shiny weapon. Before Anjar could say anything more, the beep of a nearby console caught his attention. Thoran: Check that out will you, Davis? Davis: oO I didn’t hear Esa complaining about my weapon not being shiny Oo You got it. Andrew moved over to the console and checked the indicator. There was an incoming message from Lieutenant Commander Raga. Davis: Looks like the boss wants something. Hold on a sec, sir. Andrew pushed the button to open the channel. Raga: =/\= Response =/\= Davis: We’ll be right there, Commander. We just have to make sure the last phaser is all nice and shiny. Anjar snorted, glad Raga couldn’t hear him from this distance and shook his head. Outdone by a phaser. (( Photon Torpedo Launcher and Magazine Bay 3, Mission Pod C, USS Chin’toka )) {{Time Index: Mini Time Jump}} Raga: This is no good either. ::He said in frustration:: This is the third photon torpedo that’s had microfractures in the casing. If we tried to fire this it would blow out the launcher and take a portion of the hull with it. Anjar arched an eyebrow and paused mid-scan, turning to Davis. Thoran: ::murmurs:: I sure hope he’s not working up to busting a door or a table. Davis: :: quietly :: With him, you never know. Might be a bulkhead next time. Thoran: ::murmurs:: As long as it’s not near my quarters. The last thing Carter and I need is a hole in our living area wall. Kiax: =/\= Kiax to Commanders Raga and Alentonis, could you meet me in the shuttlebay in ten minutes please? =/\= Alentonis: =/\= Shuttle bay, 10 minutes. Got it. =/\= Thoran: ::murmurs to Davis:: Bet you a day’s worth of replicator rations he’s going to leave us to check the rest of the torpedoes. Davis: Yeah, sure, because I am a security guard, so it makes perfect sense that I would know how to check a torpedo. Logical. Before Anjar could reply, he heard Commander Raga yelling his name across the room. Raga: Mister Thoran, I leave you in charge of things here. I expect you and Mister Davis can get the remaining torpedoes inspected and in the magazines with the help of our Quartermaster and Mister Greyson here in the next hour. Chief, I expect a report afterwards. Thoran: ::nods:: Aye, sir. Davis: :: to Thoran :: You do know that I never agreed to that bet, right? :: to Raga :: Aye, sir. Quick question: How do we do that? Shining phasers I’m good at. Inspecting torpedoes? Not so much. Happy to help as long as someone shows me what I need to do. Phillips/Greyson: response Thoran: ::claps Davis on the back:: No worries, Chief. I’ll talk you through it. Seemingly satisfied, Raga tapped his comm badge as he headed for the door. Raga: =/\= Understood, on my way Commander. =/\= ::Pausing to glance back at the others:: Inform the bridge as soon as all the torpedoes are inspected, loaded into the magazines and disposed of as necessary. Once Raga was out the door, Anjar again turned to Davis. Thoran: Damn, man. Did you make it all the way to Chief Petty without having to scan and load a torpedo? ::pauses:: Just do me a favor and don’t get crushed by one. Davis: Yeah, enlisted. I specialized in security, not tactical. Not that I mind, of course, but really, I can scan one and not have the faintest idea what I am looking at. And I am curious now, what do you mean by “not get crushed by one?” Thoran: ::shakes his head:: Long story. I’ll tell you over drinks sometime. ::rubs his hands together:: Time’s a-wasting. ::smirks:: You know how to use a tricorder, right? Davis: :: smirking :: Is it anything like using a polishing rag? Anjar laughed, shaking his head as he picked up a freshly charged tricorder and tossed it in Davis’ direction. Thoran: You break it, you pay for it. The pair then each began scanning torpedoes, marking any that had microfractures with a chip before moving on to the next one. Phillips/Greyson: Response -- PNPC Lieutenant Commander Anjar Thoran Security Officer USS Chin'toka, NCC-97187 I238110RH0 & PNPC CPO Andrew Davis Master-at-Arms USS Chin'toka NCC-97187 as simmed by: Commander Jaelyne Isa First Officer Training Team Member Image Collective Member Chat Team Moderator/Facilitator Academy Statistician USS Chin'toka NCC-97187 A239412S10