USS Skyytoucher

[Skon]

OFF: We're here. Sorry for the delay.

The Skytoucher's door slides aside and Skon and several crewmembers walk through. Skon stares at the crowd and raises an eyebrow.

Hmmm. We seem to have attracted quite an audience.

He looks to Janeway.

I do not believe we have met, but we have some prisoners who need to be transfered to your authority. They are Loxian spies captured during our latest mission. They may have much to tell us about the Loxians' future plans. Mr. Blakazar has had them in his keeping for some time. Perhaps he can tell you more.

Skon then turns toward Love and he is momentarily at a loss for words. He thinks back to the Q's prediction, and stares at the woman in front of him. After a moment, he realizes that he is staring at her, and he recovers himself and -- almost -- blushes.

Ms. http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/confused.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt='???'> I am afraid I do not know your name. I am Commander Skon, acting Captain of the Skytoucher. I need to report to Admiral Vorak or Admiral Montrell. Do you know if either of them are available?

(Edited by Skon at 9:11 pm on July 14, 2004)

[Sirius Black]

"I'll have to recruit some ensigns because i'm the entire engineer staff. But i think it can be done. Priority one will be to get full power to the warp core and impulse engines. Then main power. From there we can work on everything else."

[Sirius Black]

"Thats not the engineers spirit. you sound like a Medical officer. We start at the warp core. Do you know if R. Admiral Detrell is among the living?"

[Detrell]

As Admiral Detrell enteres the shipyard looking for the engineers in charge.

"Well Miss Morrow, how are the repairs coming? I have finished my last project so everyone is at your disposal again."

[Kathryn Janeway]

*enters whit paris love and 2 security teams*
ok security i want you to hold off all the press wich wants to enter the bay

[Paris Love]

*Love is quite amused with the supple Vulcan being taken back. She smiles politely and extends her hand. As she introduces herself, there is a breech in security.*

"A pleasure, my name--"

*Several reporters force one security officer to the floor and rush towards the captain, enveloping him in light and bombarding the young vulcan with questions.*

"What's this of spies?"

"Captain, a moment of your time...."

"How long are you planning to stay on the station this time?"

*Love, as previously seen by many others, has no patience for reporters. She holds tightly to the hand that had originally been for greeting. Pushing back the rabid crowd with her free one in a hostile manner, she clears safe passage to the turbo lift, knowing the Captain is expected in Ops and this is a d*mn good opportunity to get him there. As she manages to barely close the doors behind them, she stands in the elevator, her visage that of contempt.*

"I despise reporters. Their putrid acts; willing to sell their souls, expose the privacy of others, just to get ahead..."

*The turbo lift stops at the pub and restaurant levels. Before she exits, she remembers a few things to tell him.*

"I've arranged a welcome home dinner in the pub, please relay that to your crew. Oh, and a Mr. Reed wishes to speak with you. Perhaps you'll make it a point to meet with him at the dinner party as well. I believe Montrell is waiting for you in operations."

*The turbolift doors close*

[Taryn Morrow]

*shrugs slightly with a smile*

"I've nothing to do...nothing will break on this forsaken station! I believe we'll not be needing help of the sort, unless you feel the damage too extensive..."

OFF: Make imaginary ensigns or just decide on not needing aid?

[Taryn Morrow]

*looks through a port window, and sighs, seeing the vessel had suffered heavy damage just from the looks of the outside. She's even more so troubled by the readouts from the dock's console...*

"You must have made someone particularily angry..."

*rubs her eyes, finding ALL of the damage to be quite overwhelming...*

"Where do we even begin?"

[Kathryn Janeway]

*looks at balkazar*
follow me then
*before leaving he walks to admiral detrell*
sir their captain is whit admiral montlrell in op's

[Paris Love]

*Love is let through the barrier of security teams currently holding back the press and anxious families.*

"Hey! She's not even Starfleet personnel!" one shouts.

*Love ignores the comment and stands at the front with Janeway, just outside of the dock's sealed doors. She stands upright with a smile for the welcomed crew as they're expected to enter.*

[Kathryn Janeway]

*point at a security team*
follow me we'll needto take the loxians to the brig

off:vorak is on its way back to the station

(Edited by Kathryn Janeway at 12:29 pm on July 15, 2004)

[Balkazar]

*sees janeway and 2 security teams walk towards the prisoner tranfer team*

Commander names Balkazar...These 3 have been in my charge for awhile....Dont mind them......I would like it if i just took them to the stations brig before I join the party *smiles and nods at janeway*

Shall we ?

[Detrell]

*The Admiral runs in with his jacket hanging over his shoulder. He hoped he wasn't to late, but then he saw Taryn and several other engineers talking.*

"I see that I'm too late again. Holodecks don't keep your daily schedule and I was lucky that ensign Gerrado  remind me of the Skytoucher's arrival. I do had to leave my favorite workshop...*Detrell stopped when he saw the strange look on everyone's face*

"Allright...enough about my litte adventure on the holodeck. Please inform me about the repairs that need to be done."

OFF: Miss Morrow and Mr Black, I will be away for 2 weeks on wednesday. So you will be in charge http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wink.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=';)'> but I need to be here for the record :P. I'll play along until wednesday.

[Detrell]

OFF: woops...better get there then :P

[Kathryn Janeway]

*turns to the reporter*
like the ferengi rool of acquisition 208 sometimes the only thing more dangerous then a question is an answer
*turns back to the enterance*