walks in to the pubHmm its so slow these days... especially after the unfortunate turn of events... *sigh*
Borg do not think for themselves, they rely on the borg queen to give orders for "everything" and the ship "unimatrix". thats about all I can tell u.
Think of an ant colony
"Thats an interesting question, however because it deals with station security all I can tell you is that after I took over here we installed new defence systems, starphoenix may be in deep space but she is well armed to protect herself."
Ah Greetings Mr. Svensson and Ms Voya, Well it is definately a pleasure to meet you. So may i inquire what has been said thus far about the Defences of this station so far out in deep space?
Voya places a hand on Svensson's shoulder, gesturing for him to pacify, "From what we know, it's quite evident that the planet is at risk, but I'd imagine they'd have something else in mind when preparing for an attack. Don't be so quick to make accusations about their defences if you haven't been enlightened on the planetary defenses themselves." Turning to talk to Sullivan, "It would be your choice to share them with us, but it appears that Mr. Bostic here would not rest easy with it. We are willing to help with flaws and such in the system, but we'd require knowing what you have as of now."
*The Bar seems to shimmer for a second, but retains visibility, it soon regains it's solid appearance. The bulk of the object complete (about the size of the palm of a hand), Harn now works on rearranging some of the smaller, internal pieces.*
(Edited by Harn Sulu at 3:46 pm on Sep. 11, 2003)
Unfortunantly with these implants in place, certain information is kept even from me. I've tried

.
but what I can tell you is the borg strive for perfection, they consider every species inferior. EXCEPT species 8472, they fear them for they have achieved perfection by their standards.
"Interesting. I'd like to hear more about those new security systems."
*Just then huw Walks into the pub, taking no notice of his superiors, he buys an ale and settles into a dark corner, watching Svensson and Chekovs everymove*
OFF: I have a Transport Buffer belt with all my usual tricks in it
Excuse me sirs, I going to get another drink.
*Stands up, walks over to the bar and sits next to Huw without looking at him. He then whispers so only Huw can hear him*
Im glad you're here, Ensign. Things are geting tense. This may not go as smoothly as intended.
*Harn sits down at the bar and opens the case he brought with him and the padd that he had subconciously entered the caculations into earlier. The case is full of bits and pieces of technology, old tricorders that didn't work anymore, a dismantled phaser, a broken comm badge, and other odds and ends. he sets to work tinkering with the several parts, occasionally consulting the padd. he is completely absorbed in his work.*
(Edited by Harn Sulu at 2:53 pm on Sep. 1, 2003)
Well that much I do know... But the technology that the borg possess would be so beneficial to the Federation.... Ah well.. Perhaps it is best that we do not have all the technology that the Borg posses
Makes her way to an old fashioned juke box in the pub and gasps at the sight of her favorite show tune. Inserting currency, she selects the title "Barney and Friends" and happily returns to her seat.
A song used for interrogation of terrorists plays throughout the Pub.OFF: Let the fun begin.
Voya turns to Bostic and accepts the drink, "I was talking about how orderly the base is, but I couldn't help but notice that your defenses are found wanting. All ships around here wouldn't be able to defend the base, and you're in deep space."She gives Svensson a quick glance before sipping on her drink.OFF: That's what I meant with security flaws.
(Edited by Zeon Lyn Voya at 5:27 pm on Jan. 31, 2004)
"I am sure that the defenses of this station is state-of-the-art technology, admiral, but if a host of enemy ships would appear and begin attacking the station from space, planetary defenses would never be enough to hold them back."
Voya jumps to her feet and hooks her arm with Chekov's, "May I join you?" (under her breath and out of the earshot of others) "Don't enjoy the tensity of the situation. Better let the captain handle it."
*Soon, the only thing recognizable on the bar is the comm badge, and this is soon being engulfed in parts and pieces from the disassembled technology in front of him, he is no longer aware of his surroundings, so absorbed is he in his work.*
Now, about that drink?
*Svensson, Brooks and Chekov follow John Bostic into the pub and sit down. Svensson's eyes scan the area, checking every face in there. For a moment he glances at Voya, but then immediately turns back to face Bostic.*
"A Raktajino for me, please."
OFF: ok thanks

*Svensson sips from his drink as well, and glances over at Brooks and Chekov for a moment, then faces John Bostic.*
"Interesting. Mr. Bostic, how indeed do you defend this base if some agressive aliens decide to attack it?"
*Bostic looks at them with an angry face which quickly vanishes*
"like I said before Svensson, The station is as defended as any other station and I think you'll fing the Admirels answer will be the same as mine now why dont you drop it before you land yourself in my office."
OFF: Sorry, I did my best to convince Bostic...

Gentlemen, Admiral Sullivan, Miss Voya, if you excuse me, I believe I will take a walk on the beach... If thet's fine with you, Chief Bostic...
OFF: Ah yes.... But since we are a planetary base rather than a Starbase, the Chief of Operations officer is in charge of maintaining the computer systems. At least that is how I have thought of it... But what i was referring to was filler positions such as Assistants to the Heads of the Departments etc. Like I did with the Science Department on the station... When they are all back and posting there are two for the Science area and if the one ever returns there will be 3 hehe. Anyway I need to get an Assistant into the Med Ward since the CMO is away at the moment(person who plays the character is in the navy I believe and is stationed.... E-Mail me if you want more info Richard Halfdale)
I'm on my way.
*Leaves*
Do you remember your life at all before you were assimilated by the borg? Or has it not returned to you at all?
OFF: give us a little more time, please, Bostic. Voya: you need to add that though the base is in fine order, it is vulnerable so deep in space without even one ship to defend it. The USS Sphinx is a medical ship, and decommissioned for now too, and the USS Lancelot is a freighter as vulnerable itself. This station NEEDS another ship that can defend it. But you're supposed to tell us that, Voya :P Anyway, back to the show.
"A few security flaws and wild parties? I'm surprised this base is still here, so deep in space and all on its own."
Voya raises a brow to Bostic, "There's no need to be upset, we're simply curious, and concerned for the planet's safety."
OFF: Admiral I made my suggestion to you about station orbital defence in the admirals office remember.
Mr. Svensson I am afraid that I can not let you leave this pub, I heard about your arrival before coming down to the pub and so i decided to do some checking as any good Admiral does. And I can not seem to find any record of your ship or any of its crew or even you Sir in the database. Now I am not sure if this is an error which i highly doubt or what this is all about but I need answers.
=^= Mr. Bostic get back down to the pub I am going to need backup I think =^=
Could I get a Gral'Chok? I hear its a great-tasting Klingon beverage. Oh, before I forget... Commodore, I'd like to challenge you to a game of Kal-Toh. I've been practicing.
OFF: Ahhh... I see. Thank you. The Message boards were also rearranged I see...
*walks in*
Is everything okay? Anything I can do?
*Harn walks back into the Pub after helping clean up the Science department. IN his hands, he holds the power cell he needs for his device. He is still closely examining it, looking for faults. Upon entering, he notices that his device and spare parts are still exactly where he left them.*
"It is really slow here..."
*He sits back down at the bar and begins making adjustments to his device to compensate for the slightly larger power cell*
"Alright then, One house specialty."
*Harn walks over to the vast array of drinks and pulls out some bottles and a glass. He begins pouring several drinks into the mixture. Soon, the glass is filled to the brim with his concoction. As he is putting the bottles away, He calls back to Jeremy*
"Your drink is ready, get it while it's still... here."
*The mixture begins to let off a mist that pours down the glass and onto the counter, where it dissapates.*
Of course commander, yo7ur station your cushion

I to am unsure of not only teh station, but surprisingly myself, i'm sur eyou've read the mission briefs left by your Flag Admiral about both my parentage/rank/status and my past. If there is anything you should ever wish to know, I guess I could answer them
OFF: ok sorry, I just thought that now was a good time.
*Bostic returns to the table wtih voyas drink*
"Now there you go voya, drink up, so what are we all taking about."
*Chekov, who was in deep silence until now suddenly speaks, in a mild tone. Though he sounds very serene, the fact that he suddenly spoke makes everyone look at him*
Might I speak to you privately for a moment Chief Bostic?
*Chekov stands up, waiting for Bostic to do the same*
With your excuse Captain, Voya...
*speaks in a very low tone, so only Bostic can hear him*
I am truly sorry sir. I know what I am about to tell you may seem a big indiscretion, but I am only telling you this in order to avoid an unecessary conflict between our crews...
Captain Svensson he... well, he spent his youth on a deep space colony, a research base not unlike your here. Until the base was attacked by a fleet of pirates and rogues. They killed nearly everyone. His family was murdered before his own eyes.
He spent two years working as a slave for those men before a Starfleet patrol ship found him. He was adopted and joined the fleet. He spent days talking to Starfleet Academy's counselors, but he still has some trauma.
He only told me this after a similar incident some years ago. And only because I've served with him for more than ten years!
*shakes head*
I hope you understand his delicate condition. He gets paranoid whenever he arrives at a planetary base. I tried to convince him to stay onboard, but he wanted to "get some fresh air" *mimics Svensson's voice*
And this special agent thing, well... After being turned into a slave by ternokian pirates, who can blame him?
Mr. Bostic our defenses to defend the planet its self from attack are very limited, no our defenses once on the ground are quite a different story. What do you propose Captain Svensson to fix this problem of lack of defense for the planet?
*Bostic talks to the Admiral, its only my private feeling sir but there interest in are defences and the cortez, its not normal*
*Bostic turns into the corrider holding a hand phaser out riht in front of him. He is quickly followed by two security officers who are carrying phaser rifles.*
"Admiral you requested my attention. I had double checked are records and I have cross checked them with new udated files and I can find no record of Mr.Svenssons command."
"What!?! This is unacceptable! I have just demonstrated a serious flaw of your system, and instead of dealing with it you arrest me!"
*At that moment, Bostic grabs Svensson's arms to steady him and carry him to the brigs.*
"This will not stand! You will hear from my... superiors! You will come to apologize to me!"
*gets the Gral'Chok to Halfdale*
"Here ya go."
OFF: To further explain.. heimdal the previous owner/manager is played by someone who is very busy with work right now.. And there was a necessity to get this place posting again so I talked to the person who plays heimdal and I told them that I was going to have to replace him... And that if he comes back he can take a secondary waiter position or something.. But anyway its under new management/ownership....
OFF: I think I am going to try and make more Base positions for the Station and I hope that people will sign up for the Base Positions... And that will get more activity in the other areas I think... *shrugs*
"Alright I guess; just anxious to get out to space."
Just as Mr. Crusher and Mr. Hawk were walking out of the bar Mr. Sullivan walks in...Greetings Gentlemen where are you off to in such a hurry?
Hawk: Oh we need to get to the lancelot right away you know...
Crusher: Yeah need to get the lancelot all loaded up yanno..
"Oh, yes that is right, well god speed to you gentlement. I will probably come onboard the lancelot before you all leave to wish you all a safe trip"
Crusher: Thank you sir, well we will be heading off!
Hawk: Bye sir
"Bye"
Sullivan continues walking into the pub and on up to the bar.
"I would like the house speciality"
perhaps you should use the knowledge that you have as a borg drone to help aid the federation against the borg? of course that is totally up to you.
OFF: Stop what? How? and Why?
*Bostic notices Svensson's mistake and quickly looks at him before going into deep thought.*
OFF: Is it possible to find out all the facts about you guys from some kind of database.
*Svensson hears Chekov say somehting about fresh air.*
"Ah yes, the air is fresh and good on this planet indeed. It is a good and peaceful place to reside, which is why this planetary base desperately needs more protection against the dangers of the Delta Quadrant!"
"According to the data I have, you have three ships at your disposal: the U.S.S. Lancelot, one freighter that is even more vulnerable than the station, the U.S.S. Sphinx, a large ship but a medical one, with little armament, and the U.S.S. Cortez, a small but good ship, and yet it is decommissioned and asleep on the planet's surface! Admiral, I wonder if you are keeping security for this station low for a purpose! You could have it defended by the U.S.S. Cortez, and the one ship that CAN protect it, you have decomissioned! It looks to me that something more is going on here!"
OFF: ok now you can grow suspicious enough to know we're not "just Starfleet officers" :P
*Bostic over hears and eyes Svensson*
Voya shrugs slightly after sitting near him, "Hold tight, it'll come through; there's always a slight snag in a mission. Hopefully soon you'll have the materials required and be off of this planet." She sighs deeply, "I have no clue as to how I'm going to maintain my position here now with them dripping with suspicion; I guarantee as soon as you leave they'll start with the questions."
She begins to gather a few sea shells near her as he communicates with the phoenix.
"You can try, but you're dealing with the wrong person."
OFF: I assume that the brigs are in the security office forum?
Thank you for the Vulcan Spice Tea.
Oh erm I suppose I could find the time for something such as that Major......
OFF: What is that Kal-Toh?
?
(OFF: The pub has been renamed "Blackburn Pub" and is now run by Ms. Arlynia. Dont worry, you havent lost your position...)
(OFF: We already have just about everything, except Engineering...)
Greetings Commander Myers, how are you?
*has been sitting quietly watching the human commander for quiet somet ime*
*quietly peruses the menu, ignoring the human chatter*
I"m not entirely sure, what was past and what was images and memories from the collective.
So yeh, I remember most of what I did as a drone. Teh knowledge I wield is quiet different, just wish I could get rid of some of these implants yes yes I know the docotors took all the external implants, but theres still many left over.
OFF1: Not yet, and that's a order; it hasn't even yet got interesting. I'm gonna be gon till monday, so try to keep it up till then. If not, I'll understand.
*Suddenly glances at Voya and then introduces her to the admiral as well.*
"Ah, and this is Voya, our special a--friend, very fine officer she is."
*Huw listens to the rare insight into his captains mind with eager ears, but doesnt look to suspicious*
Bartender, A pint of Guiness please!
*grins*
This stuff is good...
Voya sits silently, watching the men converse, until she has the sudden urge to use the restroom facilities. She peers around for one while trying to mind the conversation, eventually squirming in her seat from the tension.
OFF: hehehe :P
OFF: I love action

I hope you can handle it... (Read the "Storming of DS12 thread in Omega Division to see what i am like)
*Waves at bostic*
"Well, indeed, a crew needs to be able to feel safe to be willing to work at some place, and not where security is neglected like it is here..."
OFF: just part of the storyline :P
Bostic and Halfdale walk with Svensson to the brig. After Bostic raises the forcefield, Halfdale walks up to it to face Svensson.
"Heh, breaking into personal files, that's pretty serious. You had best hope you catch a break, because you could be court-martialed for this."
(OFF: Kal-Toh is the "Vulcan Chess" with the holographic sticks and if you put them together right they form a dodecahedron, but if its wrong they fall apart all over the table. Harry Kim always tried to beat Tuvok at it, but never could.)
*Harn turns back to his work, picking up his tools and rewiring several components, "Soon," he sais to himself, "it will be ready soon..."*
OFF: I'm here, just waiting for Strider.
Will entered the Pub; searching for his new family. He notices Admiral Sullivan was near a group containing a Commander.'Maybe that's him.'
Will approached the Admiral.
"Nice to see you again Admiral."
I am borg. Naturally I would
Eyes the strangers warily, keeping an ever watchful for a certain face.
OFF: Oh the agony, LOL. :biggrin:
OFF: Im not sure how you want me to answer to your post but i will not let security systems to be talked about.
Voya nudges Svensson with a smile and whispers, "Psst...psst... A crew. A ship is useless without a crew..."
"Professional crewmembers are always welcome, Ms. Voya. May I assume you are a candidate? Well, let's continue this conversation on board the ship, I believe we have finished here now."
*He gets up and nods at Bostic and Sullivan.*
"Until next time."
OFF: now would be a good time that you figure out the U.S.S. Phoenix is not in the database and whatever else you can come up with that's credible to discover, to refuse me to leave this pub
OFF: Oh goody... Time for me to play

*Keeping at a safe distance Huw follows the party as they take Svensson to the brig*
*whispers to himself* Big Mistake, huge mistake, you take my commander hostage and you gonna pay...
OFF: Aha! That would be why i have not heard of it as i never really got into voyager... But I have been meaning to watch it all... Maybe I should get it on DVD sometime.. Infact I intend to do that with the other series....
(OFF: Not as much power as the main replicaters, the system may be complex and confusing, but it's worth it. And most people will want the fresh-cooked stuff anyway.)
(OFF: Oh, OK. It's just been quiet for a very, long, time.)
Jeremy Sullivan comes rushing into the pub right up to Commander SutterCommander or should I say Captain Sutter, yes thats right you have been promoted to Captain Sutter as your new XO has the rank of Commander. Anyway Captain Sutter you are to get aboard your ship right away with your crew and head off to Deep Space 12, the Fleet is in need of the Cargo ship. Please make sure it is loaded down with repair supplies/Medical supplies etc. Please make great haste. Commander Will Myers is your new XO and you also have a new Chief Engineer David Azerkopf and Ternok will be your Chief of Security.
OFF: I don't know how much David will be able to post but he will post as much as possible.
Would you help our Chief Science Officer in construction of such a weapon. And you being borg well that is rather debateable :P
**Dr Law enters the pub looking for some mental stimulaton,and maybe get a bite to eat and find out more about this base...He casually strolls up to the bar, finds an empty seat, and sits down...**
(Edited by Deacon Law at 10:08 pm on Jan. 23, 2004)
OFF. LOL
OFF: respond as you really would if you were in this situation
*Watches cautiously*
*whispers to brooks*
Looks like its quietning down unfortunately...
Shall we start a bar fight
?
*Brooks gives Huw nasty look*
Hmmm I guess your right, not good here, i might go to a holodeck though...
OFF : Huw have you ever been to the Guinness factory in Dublin lol.
*Bostic nods and walks out foloowing the two for a few seconds.*
OFF: Yes lets continue in the real brig
OFF: True...............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
*Harn jumps at the noise, and a few parts clatter to the floor, but he soon regains his composure and responds*
Bajoran Ale? Sure, I'll get you one.
*Goes behind bar to fetch a glass and a bottle*
There's some here somewhere... Ah! Here it is!
*Produces bottle and places it on the bar, it is soon followed by the glass, into which he pours the Ale*
Here you go, if you need a refill, go ahead and puor yourself another glass, it's not very busy right now.
*Comes back around the bar and starts picking up the parts that had fallen off.*
(OFF: *Sits twiddling his , waiting for something to respond to...*)
walks over to the bar and orders a drinkI don't suppose you have any Romulan Ale around here do ya?
I am aware of the Late Thains departure very well Admiral Sullivan.
and I wasn't tryign to hide either, so dont even think about it.
I was merely observing human custom and protocol
Did u know, I'm the 2nd Released drone to be in service to Starfleet?, I must meet this Seveon of nine one day

. of course I will confer with your CSO, if u ould perhaps introduce us one day
*Net enters the pub and walks to the bar.*
"Hello anyone here."
*Svensson nods at Voya and motions her to come over and sit at their table. He looks around to make sure John Bostic is nowhere around at the moment. She moves over and sits down.*
"What do you think you are doing? Get us all uncovered? I can feel the suspicion dripping off these Starfleet officers already!"
OFF: lol :P
"Of course."
*Svensson nodded at Chekov.*
OFF: I had to say something didn't i :P
Our "database profiles" were modified to keep real tracks hidden, but will probably say "classified" alot lol
"Well, take whatever precautions you think are necessary, Commodore." Rick whispers.
"Ah, we are nearly ready? Good, we should not waste too much time. There is much work to do. Admiral Sullivan, with all due respect, but I am a captain and you are an admiral. What advice I can offer, you should already know. You decommission the only ship available to even remotely defend this planet: the U.S.S. Cortez, while in fact even that ship is hard enough to cope with the dangers of deep space. What you need, is a big ship. Galaxy Class, Nebula Class, New Orleans Class... name it, that's what you need!"
Welcome I am your new host Kovin
Voya buoyantly, yet trainquilly, follows closely behind him to the vessel.
OFF: Ah svensson, trying to cause more trouble? If you really want to, why don't you just give 'em a wedgie or something? quick, simple, and states your point. No beating around the bush, then! lol
OFF: yes, nobody seemed to do anything in the Tavern for a long time.
Talia enters the pub."May I have a Bajoran Ale please."
OFF: The person playing strider is gone on a family thing for awhile, you will be awaiting awhile.... Harn Sulu go to the Science department and help pierre clean things up after the "borg attack"
Jeremy walks into the Pub with Commander CrusherGreetings everyone.
I see, well that is fine.. May I join you? I much wish to get to know everyone on the station well since I myself and fairly new around here...
Ah well that would be good. My CSO is on his way here.. I have invited him to have a drink with us. I hope that is okay with you.
Silently enters the pub and takes a seat in a fairly dim corner and waits. Sighing deeply, she begins to snack on imported foods from Earth, keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings.
Moments later and eldery man whom many will recognize as the CO of this station enters the Pub and makes his way over to the bar ever watching his surroundings and wandering who all these people areOFF: I thought it might be nice for Sullivan to have some contact in this story...
Voya smiles and nods to Chekov then shifts her attention back to the admiral.
OFF: Svensson, why call me an officer?
OFF: Did we get the stuff we need yet? Anyways, I'll just have Mason to answer that we need some more time.
=A= Phoenix to Chekov =A=
We still need some more minutes to be ready to go, sir. An hour at best...
=A= Phoenix out =A=
Well Voya, looks like we still have some time to work this mess out. I was thinking... Why are you and Svensson asking som many questions about their security? It's not part of our mission! I get my briefings on a need to know basis as everyone else, but my job as the XO is to keep things running smoothly and I can't do that without knowing wether we need to get intel on their defenses or not.
Of course I am concerned about the lives of the staff of this base, but I'm also responsible for the lives of the crew of the Phoenix, and the senior crew of this place sounds like they'll open fire as soon as we upset them a bit more!
*sighs*
Sorry Voya... I'm not usually that cranky. Do you collect seashells? *smiles* I'm sure this planet will add a lot of new pieces to your collection.
Shall we go back to the pub? I'm sure the Director needs some help. But before we do, I think we should agree on some points...
Let's make it clear to them that our sole mission is to get the supplies to DS12. However, we are concerned because they seem to have little defences against a planetary bombardment, since they don't have any ships capable of putting a good fight, with the exception of the Cortez.
If they want to, we can come back and help them buid up their defence, but right now I think that we should get going. Can you help me tell Svensson that? We also need to inform him that we are almost ready to leave...
Voya enters the pub moments after Chekov, approaching the table with a smile, she takes a seat. Pocketing her shells, she turns to Svensson and gives him a piercing look, "The view of the beach was wonderful. There were little crabs in the sand, but I found if you kept touching them, they snap at you and pinch your finger... One would think better not to catch them at all."
OFF: umm I guess we'll be heading back to the ship and depart then and you'll have to find another way to incorporate the new New Orleans class ship into this division. I have asked adm. Sullivan to post something in order that I could show flaws in the computer safety system and thus get arrested for breaking in, but since that hasn't happened...
*places parts back on bar*
Not at all, not at all...
I'm working on a kind of "Personal cloaking device", I found some interesting data on this Padd *holds it up* and using it, I have come up with this *gestures the jumble of carefully placed parts roughly the size of the palm of his hand*. I almost have it, but the internal pathways need to be rearranged. I'm almost done, actually. Just a few more adjustments and it should work.
*Picks up tools and resumes working*
*He walks into the room and takes a seat at one of the tables.*
"Thanks, so how's life around here...I noticed some empyt spots when I entered this pub"
Your right we have no had much luck in building such a weapon that changes frequency constantly... and hmmm you know how to build such a device?
Well it seems the CSO got busy well I better be heading to ops now... Take care, I would highly recommend locating Major Pierre and talk to him...
*Bostic enters the pub with his geusts and they all walk to a table and take seats.*
"Well gentelmen, this is the blackburn pub, now what can i get you."
Voya feels a bit nervous at how he knew her name, but decides to go along with it."Please, I'll take a drink. I'll have whatever you feel right for a lady."As he turns to the bar to get the drink, she abruptly whispers to svensson,"I'll be on the phoenix, don't you worry. For now we'll act like old acquaintances."(Edited by Zeon Lyn Voya at 6:23 pm on Jan. 29, 2004)
*Whispers to Brooks*
I hate this uniform... Oh, Try the guiness...
And, In my transporter buffer i have 6 phaser rifles, 10 hand phasers, a shaped explosive charge, 10 photonic grenades, 6 medical kits and my trusty Sword...
*Brooks jaw drops at the sound of all the equipment*
But hopefully i wont need it sir...
Thanks Voya... One can never have too much of those three.. Especially good fortune. *smiles*
Let's go back to the pub then.
*some time later Chekov arrives at the pub*
*seeing the Captain talking to the CO of the base he approaches them and caughs*
Excuse me Admiral Sullivan... Captain, the Phoenix reports that we will be ready to go in less than an hour.
*Huw watches Bostics everymove*
*whispers* That guy is beginning to worry me...
*Takes a swig of guiness*
Man this is good, Hey Bartender can i have the replicator recipe for this?
Bartender: Well, you cant, its REAL.
Huw: Real?
Bartender: Yes, shipped from Dublin on earth, brewed from the finest ingredients... 100% authentic
Huw: Cool...
Walks into the Bar, thinks what shall I drink, let me try some of the best beer you have Bar keep.
"Thanks."
Takes a drink and looks at Harn.
"Mind if I ask what your doing?"
Talia walked over to Strider's table."Hello, I'm Cmdr Talia Resk, Political Attache for Bajor."
"Thanks, so how's life around here...I noticed some empyt spots when I entered this pub"
(Grr, the sight went bonkers again.)
*Harn sat absorbed in the conversation he was hearing. This man was borg? Amazing! He was always curious as to exactly how the borg's biological parts survived without food, did every drone have some kind of replication system?*
OFF: They sure are taking their time.
*Bostic continues to collect the drinks from the bar and then returns to the table.*
"Here we are now gentelmen, drink up, Ah Voya I didnt see you there, would you like a drink."
u mean the Infinity Modulator

technology? whoops haven't you's invented that yet *hums*

borg shieds adapt to frequency
you starfleet officers still haven't perfeected aw ay to build a weapon that randomly changes frequency
Admiral Halfdale walks into the pub and sees a relatively large congregation in one corner. He decides to walk over and join the party.
"Hello, Admiral." He then sees Captain Svensson and nods. "Captain..."
OFF: Mr. Harf are you not on the USS Lancelot currently? Which is at DS12?
"Well Captain Svensson, I am open to any suggestions that you may have regarding keeping this station secure."
OFF: I'm back, but I won't be around much until are internet is back up. At least my order was followed, lol.
Beer if you please. Looking around the bar for people.
*Having nearly finished with his work, Harn decides to take a break.*
Computor, Glass of Water, Sulu preferance 3, Bar station 4.
*a glass of ice-water appears at the bar in front of the stool next to him. He takes a swallow*
Oh, I forgot to tell you, Arlynia, I added a program into the replicaters, they can now transport the items to the tabe or bar of your choice. Feel free to rearrange the funiture, there's a small signal-generator in each table, so no matter where Table One is, the order will always go to the right place. there's a table map behind the bar, if you want to take a look, and the bar stations are labled on the inside of the bar, for now.
Actually, I haven't been here relatively long, but mainly here... slow. Before they canged the name of the place, it seemed to be busier, but wether the slow-down had anything to do with that, I don't know.
*puts down one tool and resumes working with another*
*walks over to the table*
Hello, I am Harn Sulu, the cook for this establishment, is there anything I can do for you?
*Looks up from his work*
Right away!
*Fetches a mug and fills it with beer, then presents it to Sutter*
Here you go!
**Dr Law asks the bartender**
"Do you have any Nubian Sabre Ale?"
"No, OK then, I'll have a local ale of some sorts then..."
OFF: Visit the new Starphoenix Fine Dining thread.. Its the new "restaurant" where as this is a pub that place will offer more complete meals etc. a party is planned so show up there for a bit
Voya answers with a slight smile, "Except for the occasional wild party thrown after a successful mission and a few flaws in security systems, everything seems to be quite normal and in order. I've realized why I enjoy this place, it's so sterile. The lemony-freshness does wonders for my sinuses..." She smiles to Bostic as he returns.(Edited by Zeon Lyn Voya at 5:24 pm on Jan. 30, 2004)
*Bostic smiles and looks around the table before turning back to Svensson.*
"Like I said Mr.Svenssson all station security systems are off limits to everyone , including starfleet officers without my permission.Tell me Svensson why the new interest in the stations defences."
"I understand your concern, *chuckles* but I don't think it'll come to shooting. I was sent to this planet to investigate the defense systems of the planet. With my position, I was not able to access what I needed. I was about to abandon my mission then Svensson popped the question about the defenses, I encouraged him to get what information he could so that I would complete my mission entirely, but it seems to only have risen their suspicion of us. Yes, tell your captain that you'll be leaving shortly and to stop questioning the defenses, it makes the personnel here uneasy and it jeopardizes your operation...."Sighing she looks down at the sandy shells in her hands and smiles warmly, "You're right, I had a collection a long time ago, as a child. *handing him one* My people believed that sea shells brought courage, strength, and good fortune to those who kept them close...please, keep it."(Edited by Zeon Lyn Voya at 8:44 pm on Feb. 8, 2004)
(Edited by Zeon Lyn Voya at 8:11 pm on Mar. 8, 2004)
*nods to Admiral Sullivan and Chief Bostic*
Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure meeting you. Now, if you excuse me, I will oversee the last shipments to the Phoenix on the cargo bay.
Captain Svensson, I'll be waiting for you there. I believe we will be ready to leave by the time you have finished all the apropriate protocol here.
Miss Voya, it was a pleasure seeing you again. I hope we can meet again soon... *smiles and, as he walks towards the door he takes the shell of his pocket, looks at it, puts it back on the pocket and leaves towards the cargo bay*
OFF: I'll be at the ops thread...
OFF: dont rescue me lol. The plan is that eventually i will make a deal with admiral Sullivan :P
(OFF: You should just equip the tables with smal replicator pads...)
"I see."
Talia takes another drink.
"So how's life here?"
(OFF: Am I alone again? or are the other people still here?)
Sutter walks in and heads for the bar
"Please give me a pint of beer"
(OFF: Sounds fun! Am I in charge of that, too? or is someone else?)
OFF: Zeon, I believe they're on there way.
"Good."
*He checks to make sure that John Bostic is still at the bar to get Voya a drink, far enough so he cant overhear them.*
"Anything to report on Starphoenix Base, agent?"
Voya cuts in momentarily, "Well who wouldn't be? I'm simply a traveler and I'm quite astonished at how you plan to keep this base safe when under attack. Please, Mr. Bostic, enlighten us?"
This is a pub correct, Walks over and shouts at the wench, Blood Wine.
Voya waves with a slight frown, turning to look at Halfdale, Sullivan, and Bostic, she thinks to herself 'oh great, stuck here now'. An idea hits her, "Svensson, if I'm remembering correctly, you're lacking some neccessary crew members, yes?" She says no more, only gives him a hopeful look accompanied with a warm smile.
=A= Assis to Sulu =A=
Mr. Sulu, please report to the warp field lab so we can begin your training asap.
=A= Assis out =A=
OFF: WHAT HAPPENED HERE!?!?
Been gone for three weeks, could someone fill me in?
*puts down tools and closes the device*
That should do it!
*picks up the object*
now to test it...
*pushes some buttons, and dissappears*
IT WORKS!!!
*there is a pop and Harn reappears*
Dang, the strain was too much for the power unit, I'll have to replace it with a better one...
*Jerks awake, as he had drifted off...(The site went bonkers and the only thing that came up for a day or two was the expansionfleet banner up there.)*
"Oh, dear. There I go again. You wanted a Romulan Ale? Sure, I think I have some. I'll get you a glass, Mr...?"
*Harn recieves his invitation and leaves his Pub. Who knows? Mabe with this new place he could request a transfer to science.*
OFF: What do you mean? I hope you know we do NEED this base.
Voya frowns slightly and nudges Svensson.OFF: I suppose I don't exist...that's ok, I'll just drift off somewhere into the abyss of space.
Rick walks over and whispers to Bostic.
"You seem to be eyeing the crew of the Phoenix kinda strange. Do you think something is up with them?"
"Just wait a second, how in the world were you able to gain access to such a personal file as that! Who are you I demand answers right now!"
OFF: Mr. Bostic you posted with the wrong character but thats okay don't worry about it we will pretend it says Bostic and not Izzard ;p
*enters*
"Lights, well,i had better get started."
*starts random tasks*
OFF: Holy crap Nocturnus does read this board, amazing :P lol
"Hmm."
Talia just finishes his Ale, while watching Harn work.
Ah its Mr. Crusher... but i must be going now it seems the Lancelot is being called back into duty already.... Perhaps another time? Take care..
Quickly Mr. Crusher wanders out of the bar along with Mr. Hawk
OFF: Just to let you all know, the first Expansion Yearbook is now available on the Expansion online store. It includes a bunch of articles and biographies, and alot of "mission logs" too of missions of the past year. And there's gonna be a second one later this year, including lots of missions from the Avalon, Starphoenix, Intel, FSS and Omega division.
Don't forget that when you buy a yearbook, you help support expansionfleet.com
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OFF:I hope I dont sink anyones boat but I m putting an end to this now.
*looks at the Admiral and wings.*
"Admiral maybe you could explain to our guests why station defences are off limits."
OFF: The wing was a wornging and im t coming on to the Admiral LOL.
OFF: This scene happens on the beach. As there is no ocean thread anymore I'll post it here so the storyline doesn't get split in too many threads...
*as Chekov and Voya arrive at the beach he sits on a rock and looks at the ocean. he then takes a small device from his pocket, shaped like a small metal disk and puts it atop the rock, between him and Voya. the disk beeps and a red light starts blinking.*
There. No bugs will work within 100 meters now. We are safe to talk.
*he sighs*
This isn't going as we planned, is it? The officers here are far more suspicious than one would expect. What do you think we could do to make our visit here shorter?
*stops for a moment*
Let me check with the Phoenix...
=A= Chekov to Phoenix =A=
Did we get everything we need yet, Mr. Mason?
"I'm sure your computer system must be flawed! This is unheard of! In fact, I will prove to you that your computer system is not entirely secure, and can easily be tampered with!"
*He is instantly at the nearest computer panel, and begins to tap into it. Moments later, a text file appears on the screen.*
"Ahh.. Sullivan's private and secured files. Computer, play file, authorization Svensson."
Computer playing the recorded log, Sullivan's younger voice resounds: "
Lieutenant Jeremy Sullivan's log, date April 24, 2348. My new assignment to the U.S.S. Yosemite seems to go well so far. Captain T'Hain is - though for a Vulcan - a reasonable man. But in fact, my mind is on this one woman, a lieutenant from engineering. So that would explain why I'm spending as much time as I manage, in engineering. So far captain T'Hain hasn't noticed yet that I'm not always on the station I should be. Oh, and thanks to the computer I found out already that she is Lt. Katie Marou! Oh my if only I could get her on a date! I should go to engineering today when her shift ends, and ask her on a date in the holodeck, I got some romantic dinner program saved in the databank. Well last time I offered her a drink in the messhall she gave me this weird look, but giving up is for the losers! One day I'll conquer her heart! Computer, end log."
*Svensson turns to the admiral.*
"The same
lieutenant Marou that has been
Admiral Katie Marou, executive officer of Starphoenix Base until last year that she retired, no?"
(Edited by Peter Svensson at 11:00 pm on Feb. 12, 2004)
Commodore T'Hain walks into the pubGreetings Ms. Arlynia I hope things are well with you today?
I would like a cup of Vulcan Spice Tea if you don't mind.
OFF: Also you do run the Holo Suites... Should be added as Moderator there aswell...
(OFF: Wasnt thet in 'Endgame' when Tuvok was going insane?)
Is still thinking about the words that had just come out the mouth of Admiral Sullivan.
"Admiral, I am most gratefull to receive this promotion and I will not let you nor my crew down!"
Then Sutter notices a commander that has joined the group.
"Welcome Mr Myers, I've been informed about you being appointed to become my XO. I am glad that my crew is forming itsself again."
Sutter stands up and greets the admiral and Commander
"If you all excuse me, I have to pack before I leave for the Lancelot. Mr Myers, I will see you onboard
"
Sutter heads for his quarters
*Svensson gets up from his chair and extends his hand to the admiral.*
"Captain Svensson, commanding officer of the U.S.S. Phoenix currently in orbit around the station. This is my first officer Mr. Chekov, and my security officer Mr. Brooks. A very fine base you have here, admiral, though I was only expressing my sincere concern about its safeties in deep space as it is."
*Svensson looks around.*
"Where is everybody going to suddenly? Ah, greetings admiral."
"Due to the fact that you were able to break into personal files on this base makes you a Criminal!"
"Bostic Get him into the Brig!"
Halfdale enters the tavernHello, Ms. Arlynia, allow me to introduce myself. I am Major Rick Halfdale. I have always been a big supporter of station taverns, so expect me to be one of your more frequent patrons...
Off:Actually Harry did beat tuvok "once", but Tuvok claims it was a lapse in his mental stability ie.. something happened at the precise time he was beaten.
Before Sutter left..."Thank you Sir. I'll do my best as your XO." 
"Of course Captain."
Will realizes something...
*Smacks Forehead*
"I forgot to take my things off the Sphinx. If you'd excuse me everyone, Admiral."
Will headed back to his old quarters on the Sphinx.
Mr. Sullivan continues eyeing his surroundings and decides that perhaps it would be best walks over to the table to introduce himself to these people"Greetings, I am Admiral Sullivan the CO of this Base, and whom may you be?"
OFF: By the way things are going I would say you have some plan to take the cortez but I can say for a fact that measures have been taken to stop that ship from getting out of here in one piece but, hay go ahead If you want a lot of action.>
"Bostic continues to glare at the others , leting them know he is on to them."
OFF: I also take it that I shouldnt have heard that armoury list, by the way dont thing im a bad guy for making things hard because in the end it makes it fun.
"I am the commanding officer of the U.S.S. Phoenix, and the fact that I managed to break into your personal log files, indicates that the security system of this station is flawed! But nobody here would believe me!"
"Why Thank you both."
*gets t hain his vulcan spice tea*
"Here you go commodore."
OFF: Yes I did some of that and got rid of needless/useless boards that were making the division look less active than it really is.. As time moves on and we need more spots free then I will readd things...... or add a new ship or something whatever is okayed from High Command in Avalon.
A few moments later Sullivan turns his head and notices Prince Alfangor in the corner of the pub attempting to be unnotice. Sullivan walks up to him...Well Well, what are you doing sitting in here all alone? I am not quite sure we have formarly met... I am the new CO of the Station due to T'Hains unfortunate dismiss...
*Bostic eyes the Tablre and then walks away a few feet with Chekov.*
"What is it sir."
(OFF: Yea, we remember that...)
Sullivan quickly retreats from the Pub in a huff and heads for Ops