Mission 1

[Max Brooks]

OFF: Who is our Helm Officer and where is he?

[Sara Blake]

*Walks on to the bridge and looks around*

Sara: Where is Director Svensson? I am supposed to meet him when I was finished in engineering.

Max Brooks: He is in the XO's office with Commander Chekov.

Sara: Ok I'll just wait here then.

Max Brooks: Haven't you meet the Director yet?

Sara: No I haven't, but I have heard good things.

(Edited by Sara Blake at 10:43 pm on Mar. 31, 2003)

[Alexei Chekov]

Very well, Mr. Velotian... It's a pity, but we all must make sacrifices, one way or another...

Perhaps we could even use this to our advantage. I will see that all comunications on the ship pass through your quarters during this mission... It'll be like a listening post for us. Especially when we leave the room to let the Cardassians talk in private. *grins*

[Alexei Chekov]

Tactical, fold back the ablative armor.

Engineering, take the transdimensional and trans warp drives offline.

Computer, begin encrypting all data on the transdimensional and transwarp drives as well as the phase cloaking device.

Authorisation Chekov-0934-Sigma

*turns to Svensson*

Sir, this needs both CO and XO clearance codes.

OFF: I've already registered my character on the Cardassian board... It's Carlton Fairfax, as I said.

Oh, thanks for the compliment, sir. Just trying to do my best.

(Edited by Alexei Chekov at 9:36 pm on May 17, 2003)

[Mason]

Captain, I am inching to get us out of here. This place gives me the spooks. I can't see a thing.

I'll share a little secret with you captain, I am hoping that we are wrong about those few Cardassians on the planet.
I'll hate to engage us against them.
But at the same time I am also strangly looking forward to this engagement, weird eh

Admiral Rugal I sure hope you can solve this diplomatically. We are counting on you.

(Edited by Mason at 7:59 pm on June 20, 2003)

[Peter Svensson]

OFF: Chekov and Rugal, are we going to have this meeting in the office still? http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>

[Peter Svensson]

Thank you mr. Chekov, I'll take those transport beacons with me. And Mr. Mason, if Commander Chekov doesn't need you on the bridge, feel free to join us on the planet's surface."

[Huw]

you will want to take some medical sets and food water etc for the natives

I will go before you lot and scout around to secure a safe spot!

*huw steps on to the teleporter pad and that familiar noise starts, huw disappears*

OFF: Chekov, no warp theory, complain to your prof, lol

[Becker]

Im afraid it might be a little more complicated than that. Huw has been infected with some sort of gas, I assume from the cardassians, we will all have to be tested for the gas.

[Mason]

Yahoooo.....  Ok people start having fun.
Mason grabs the closest girl to him and start's dancing with her.

All Hail Captain Becker.

Hip Hip

....

WHAT NOW
whats this transmission coming in.
*Mason leaves the party and heads off to docking port B to greet Major Tpolish*

*Mason turns to Nailo and offers his hand in acceptance*
Hello, I am the helms officer here and my name is Mason.

Mason escorts Tpolish to the captain's ready room and turns to Svensson.

Sir, Tpolish has urgent reports regarding admiral Rugal.

Well Mr. Tpolish speak. Speak your intelligence.

*Mason listens eagerly, and can't wait until he is relived to go back to the party*

[Mason]

Noooo dam them. How could we let them take Admiral Rugal? And from right under our noises

I don't believe Mr. Tpolish, they want bring him back.

*Mason begins to scan the surrowding area for any deposits the runabout may have left behind*

Sir, I believe I can see in which direction they took him. Their warp signature is still visible.
Do you want me to commence pursuit?

I recommend that all external communication is prohibited until we find our spy.

(Edited by Mason at 2:09 am on Sep. 16, 2003)

[Mason]

*Meanwhile back in Huw's quarters*

Ok lets see what happens when I press this button.

*Mason reaches for the keyboard and attempts to access the FSS logs from Huw's personnel computer*

Ouch.
*An electrical charge gets emitted from the computer.*

What the... "Finger print not recognised"?
Ohh that's just great. As well as broken ribs I know have 3rd degree burns. This just isn't my day.

*The entire hard-drive gets short-circuited*
Huw you are cunning. Booby trapping your own computer, very clever.

*Mason scrabbles off the chair and into the turbolift*
Sick Bay!

*Mason pushes himself into the sick bay and collapses on the operating table*
Doctor. I need medical attention, Pronto.

[Peter Svensson]

"I hope so too, for their sake" *grins* "Well, drop us out of warp as soon as we get there, and open hailing frequencies."

[Peter Svensson]

OFF: certainly I don't mind http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>

"Good thinking, Number One, let's proceed to the office for a meeting."

[Sara Blake]

*Walks onto the bridge and looks at the Director*

Sorry sir, I just found out someone was just trying to contact me, something must be wrong with my commbadge...