USS Moreau Roleplay Log

NOTE: This log is a Roleplay session from Second Life. It was performed at the replica of the USS Defiant at the SciFi Geeks Museum in Indigo Sim. As this log was made by Agent Strangelove, his name should be replaced with the name "You" where applicable.

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You: Star date 2387..... The crew of the USS Moreau has been issued a simulation training exercise in the USS Defiant being stationed at DS9....................

Fenrir Reitveld hmms. He tries not to look too bored as he scans the surrounding sector.

Keign Pirandello fiddles with his console and sets the main viewer to wide-angle view.

Agent Strangelove leans back into his chair softly and watches the view screen. "Status on our position..."

Fenrir Reitveld says, "Aye aye." He increases scanner range.

Fenrix Murakami: Warp and impluse engines standing by captain. All systems fully operational.

Keign Pirandello punches at his console lightly, "We're clear of the star base, heading 159 mark 5, three qurarter impulse. Warp engines standing by."

Agent Strangelove nods slowly "Helm..... Take us into warp... Your leasure LT, we are in no hurry..... Tactical, report..... is there any Intel on our destination?

Keign Pirandello nods, "Aye, Captain." He changes the viewscreen again to a long, narrow angle view, "Taking us to warp four... now."

Fenrir Reitveld: Sir, the badlands are known for their nasty storms, so our sensor efficiency will be reduced by 57% percent. It'll be a slow going as we'll have to cut our patrol route into twice as many quadrants.

Agent Strangelove leans back and takes a sip off coffee "Mr Damone.... Please make sure that the next duty officers are aware of our incresed patrol range. Thank you Mr. Reitveld, noted."

Michael Damone taps some buttons on his console. "Aye, Sir."

Agent strangelove: Mr. Murakami... Is this ship up to the challanges presented to us with the incressed strain on our systems?

Keign Pirandello: Captain, I'm reading a dense asteroid field up ahead. Should we change course or slow down to negotiate the field?

Fenrix Murakami taps some controls on his panel. "Aye, sir. The upgrades to the engines are fully operational. Warp drive is stable."

Agent Strangelove rubs his chin slowly "Show us what this ship can do Mr. Pinandello... Just don't scratch the paint." and winks.

Fenrir Reitveld perks up a bit. Hmm. He's had those modifications he's been wanting to make to the phaser array... If he'd had the chance to finish it at the latest leave, he'd be tempted to ask the Captain to try it out. But, alas.

Agent Strangelove perks his ears at Fenrir, and see's something cross his mind "Cheif you look like you have something to say?"

Keign Pirandello chuckles a bit and nods, "Yes, sir. Changing our heading to 164 mark 54, increasing speed to warp 7... 7.4... 7.7..."

Fenrir Reitveld coughs. "Nothing, sir. I was just thinking, asteroids make good targets for testing weapon-mods. But I wasn't able to finishing specing out the changes that I discussed with you the other week. The Starbase was lacking a lot of components, too.."

Agent Strangelove chuckles softly "Is it functional at all?"

Fenrir Reitveld: Installed, but not functional, the master circuit isn't complete, sir.

Agent Strangelove erfs softly and nods "So we don't have any phasers then?"
Fenrir Reitveld: Just normal stand-issues ones, sir.

Keign Pirandello: Holding at warp 8.2. We should be clear of the asteroid field in... 45 seconds. Commander (Murakami), I'm showing a .06 percent drop in engine efficiency beyond warp 8. Are you getting the same readings?

Fenrix Murakami punches a series of controls and scowls.. "Sir..." He starts, then punches a few more controls... "Hrmm... For a moment, I could've sworn I saw a echo of our warp field behind us... Sensor glitch possibly?"

Agent Strangelove: Michael... what are your thoughts?..... "as he leans over and smiles "Think our securty chief will make or break the ship?"

Michael Damone: I'm sure he can hold us together, Sir. His service record speaks rather admirably of him...

Agent Strangelove nods and winks. "Good."

Fenrix Murakami checks the engine readings, and nods, "I see the same readings, aye." He checks over some readings. "Hmm, I'll have make some adjustments to the plasma flow. It should only take a moment..."

Fenrir Reitveld feels the inside of his ears redden somewhat. "I try my best, sirs."

Keign Pirandello massages the console as it lets out a little beep, widening the view range, "We're clear of the asteroid field. Adjusting heading to 160 mark 57. Reducing speed to warp 7.5."

Agent Strangelove perks his ears "Tactical, report.... I don't like the sounds of an echo.... Full scan...." as he looks down at his consoule. "Thank you Helm... Good flying."

Keign Pirandello: Thank you, Captain. I'm still showing a .02 percent loss of efficiency. How're those adjustments coming along?

Fenrir Reitveld quips. "Aye aye." He starts another full scan, using modulors necessary for subspace work. He frowns at the readings. "Sir? Everything is clear. But something is a bit odd. The return for the ping took three times as long as it should have."

Agent Strangelove rubs his chin slowly "Reqomendation Mr. Damone..... I'm not liking the sounds of this."

Michael Damone: I recommend going past warp 8 again...To see if we get a repeat of the effect. Perhaps then scanners could give us more information?

Agent Strangelove nods slowly.

Fenrix Murakami finishes entering a series of commands. "Core temperature is stable, plasma flow is constant.. Okay, making a slight adjustment to the warp field now. How are your readings, I show the efficiency has stablized."

Keign Pirandello gives a little *squeak* as a small tremor rocks the ship, "Err... Nothing to be alarmed about. Just a little subspace distortion. Increasing helm to 8.3... 8.5... Warp core efficiency down .01 percent and holding. Looks like it shouldn't be a problem

Fenrir Reitveld says, "Running another full sweep." He raps fingers at the console and it twitters.
Agent Strangelove: Helm.... Incress spead to warp 8. All stations watch for those glitches again, tactical report on sensor efficiancy at high warp... We may have a cloaked ship in the area."

Fenrix Murakami blinks, and frowns again, pressing a series of controls. "Sir, the echo is back.. I... Hrmm, and it's gone again.. Recommend we deploy a class 8 probe, Sir..."

Fenrir Reitveld shakes his head. "Negative, there is nothing. However, the unusual latency persists. It's %241 percept above normal mean for estimated sweep time."

Keign Pirandello nods, a gentle rumble running through the ship as he dials back the throttle, "Dropping back to warp 8. Engines at 99.97%, well within' specifications... Seems we may be having a little problem with the stablizers at high speed."

Agent Strangelove jumps a little at that tremor and looks down to see his consoles, checking at his report screens, and see they flicker. "Hmmmmmm, Helm drop us out of warp...... Mr. Murakami, I'll take your reqomandation, prepare to launch a probe. Mr. Damone thoughts?

Keign Pirandello nods, the view screen slowly panning wide as the ship decellerates, "Aye, Captain. Dropping to one quarter impulse... Warp engines standing by."

Michael Damone: I think we should hold steady our positions, and continue sensor sweeps. If it is a cloaked ship, we'll spot something eventually...

Fenrir Reitveld once more does a sensor sweep, and he hmms. "Sir, sensor sweep clean. Everything is back to normal now. The unusual timing is gone."

Fenrix Murakami moves his paws across the console, "Probe ready for launch, sir."
Agent Strangelove: Aye... Launch Proge and report once it starts sending data....Chief, what do you think is the cause of the sensor efficiency lag.

Fenrir Reitveld: Sir, if it is a cloaked ship, it might not be able to keep up with us above warp 8, hence the sensor lags and echos. Just to be safe, I am requesting a sensor diagnostic, so it's in your hands now, Commander.

Fenrix Murakami checks the readings on the stabilizers. "hmm, the look normal to me.." He nods to the captain, pressing in the commands. "Probe deployed sir... Telemetry coming in now..."

Agent Strangelove looks at the view screen and lets his tail flicker a bit at the tip. "Helm prepare a heading 235 mark 10. If it is a cloaked ship I want to be ready to double back and not have it catch us with our pants down."

Fenrix Murakami blinks at the sensor readings. "Sir... For a moment I saw a flash of... something on the probe's readings. As if something was attached to our hull. But then it was gone.."

Agent Strangelove: Commander, Order the next duty shift to preform that diagnostic... File a report with the chief back on DS9 as well."

Michael Damone nods. "Aye, Sir. Sending message to Deep Space 9 now"

Agent Strangelove: Attached to the hull?" and looks down at his screens. "Tactical full interior security scan immediatly!"

Keign Pirandello punches at his console, checking a few reading as he slowly brings the ship about, "Course laid in, sir. Tho, if there is a problem with the warp field stablizers a sudden jump to warp 8 could cause them to move further out of alignment or cause damage to the engines."

Fenrir Reitveld rrrrfs and he slaves his console to the probe readouts. "Sending a team to investigate."

Agent Strangelove: Noted Lt, Thank you.

Fenrix Murakami peers over his control panel, at the readings. "Sir, I recommend we raise shields and go to yellow alert. I think it's too small to be a ship, but it could be a relay beacon of some kind.."

Fenrir Reitveld reads the reports streaming in on his console. "Sir, security has attached a hull sensor upon the inner hull, and they are reading something."

Agent Strangelove leans back into his chair and rubs his chin again, peiring down at his empty coffee cup then back up "Cheif Yellow alert, raise shields."

Fenrix Murakami looks over the sensor telemetry.. "Whatever it is it's positioned it's nearby the stabilizers. It's possible it attached to our hull immedaitely, or soon after leaving the starbase..."

Fenrir Reitveld: I will ask one of the team to... Oh no... Alert! Depressurization in Deck 21, sector A. It... It expoded, sir!
Fenrir Reitveld looks on horrified at the telemetry; Two crew dead, one MIA, and five injured. Red lights begin to blink on his console. "Sir, the second a probe was extended to examine it, the device detonated!"

Agent Strangelove barks "Red Alert... all crew to stations!"

Fenrix Murakami 's eyes go wide! "Plasma conduit ruptured near the breach! Shutting down systems in that area and rerouting! Sir, the echo!! It's approaching fast to Starboard!"

Agent Strangelove: All power to the shields and weapons systems.... bring us about Lt!

Keign Pirandello's console lets out a short series of beeps as ship rocks to one side, drifting slightly formt he force of the explosion, "Captain, I'm showing a 2 percent loss in warp engine efficiency." He taps his claws lightly about the console, "Impulse engines still responding at full. Standing by evasive pattern Delta five niner..."

Agent Strangelove grabs the sides of his chair and leans forward "Commander send a medical team and engineiring team imediatly to that breach."

Fenrix Murakami: Transferring control to the auxillery stabilizers, warp and impluse engines are undamaged." He nods, and does so. "Engineering crews have been disptached to the breach.."

Fenrir Reitveld blinks back his shock and steadies his hands upon the console. "I have a return, sir. It's a ship, class -- No, the ping is gone."

Agent Strangelove: Did you get a sensor lock at all Cheif?

Keign Pirandello looks back over his seat at Agent, "Captain, we may only have one chance to try and outrun them. If they take the auxillery stablizers off line we'll be on impusle only..."

Fenrir Reitveld: It is about our size though, and I sensed energy systems running at full power.

Fenrir Reitveld: No sir, no lock. It is cloaked, and they're... It's like they are playing with us.

Agent Strangelove growls softly and nods "Lets play right back then...." and grins softly "Mr. Damone are you familer with how to play dead?"

Michael Damone smiles. "Aye sir! Engineering, take all systems offline except for life support."

Keign Pirandello perks his ears at the captain's comment, grinnind a bit as he makes a few adjustments, the ship starting to drift slightly to one side. A soft hum slowly decrecendos as the engines power down, "Warp and impusle engines to standby..."

Fenrix Murakami: Aye sir, shutting down all systems except life support now... *all the lights dim on the bridge, except for the red alert lights flashing* All systems shut down, sir. Full power available at your command.."

Agent Strangelove grins wider "Chief.... Get ready with a full spread of photon torpeedo's, lets give them a little taste of what a Star Fleet ship can dish out. Helm prep once systems are back online to take us to full impulse. WE will spring like a snake.

Fenrir Reitveld keys the weapon systems, bringing everything down to standby. "Sir, I have the phaser bank and tubes ready to fire a disbursed pattern, in these sectors. We can catch them with their pants down if they get curious."

Agent Strangelove: Commander, send a emergency signal to DS9.... Lets draw them in...

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Part Two
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Keign Pirandello's console lets out a slow, steady series of beeps as he keys, "Readying attack pattern Alpha seven seven. Your best shot will be from our port side on the first sweep..."

Fenrix Murakami: Sir, I recommend we vent the atmosphere on deck 5, simulate another breach? Might draw them in....

Michael Damone taps his console. "Sending distress signal now, Captain"

Agent Strangelove: Make it happen Mr Murakami.... Good to have you on the bridge Mr. Sprocket.

Fenrix Murakami: Aye sir, evacuating deck five.. Venting atmosphere on my mark... now.. *the ship shakes, drifting further as the atmosphere propels it further out of it's current position...*

Fenrir Reitveld hovers his fingers over to the console, just waiting for the chance... "Sir, detecting a plasma trail. Our target is moving on an intercept course. I have a firing solution keyed into the torpedoes."

Frynge Sprocket: Thank you sir. (dunno the situation too much yet, so gonna stay at least a bit quiet at first. ^_^)
Agent Strangelove grabs his chair as the ship shakes and stabilizes himself a bit "Roger that Chief... Commander.... If it pleases you it's your call." as he grins wide.

Keign Pirandello: Sir, if you hold your shot 'til the engines engage you may be able to get a clear shot on their underbelly when we blow past them. Standing by full impulse, agressive attack posture.

Michael Damone: Hold steady, helm and tactical...I don't want to fire until we're sure they aren't expecting it...

Keign Pirandello: Aye, Commander. On your mark...

Fenrir Reitveld nods to Keign, then is distracted by the console. "Sir, they're slowing."

Michael Damone: Mr. Murakami, can we simulate further damage? Perhaps jettison one of the escape pods?

Fenrix Murakami: All systems standing by to resume full power, Captain. Just give the word...

Fenrir Reitveld: I think -- Sir! The ship is decloaking and raising its shields! It didn't work, they know we're live! *the ship rocks violently and sparks jet from a damaged console near him* Incoming phaser fire, we've been hit!

Agent Strangelove eyes the view screen and see's a dematerializing ship on the screen begin to appeer very slowly "And so we see face to face finaly our foe, bring not us the gloom oh foe from we will be well to have met on better terms..."
Fenrix Murakami nods, entering the commands into his console. "Indeed, Sir. I can blow a plasma conduit on deck 6, make it look like more damage. And escape pod is standing by..'

Agent Strangelove yowls "Shields!"

Fenrix Murakami: Bringing all systems back to full power now sir!!

Michael Damone: Helm, evasive manuvers, Tactical, Photon torpedos, full spread!

Fenrir Reitveld slams at the console, routing plasma into the fire control systems, bringing the weapons from cold-standby up. "Roger, firing..." Two blips, and the ship jutters as two torpedoes erupt from its aft launcher.

Keign Pirandello runs his paws up both sides of his console, the ship humming as the engines kick back on line, a light jolt rocking the bridge, "Engines online, executing attack pattern alpha seven seven... moving us into position for evasive pattern omega four five."

Michael Damone: Mr, Murakami, damage report!

Agent Strangelove grabs his chair sides again as he gets rocked in it from the incomming phaser fire of another spread hitting the shields now in place. Watching the view screen as it tracks the two torpedos near there mark.

Fenrix Murakami: Port warp nacelle has taken damage, sir, warp drive is down to 75%.

Fenrix Murakami: Communcation systems are down, as are the internal sensors. sending repair teams to take care of htem now, but they're getting spread pretty thin."

Keign Pirandello squeals and hurredly adjust for a lack of power from the left side, "Having trouble executing our pattern. Switching to attack pattern gamma nine nine. Try and concetrate your fire to the port side. I'm gonna try and circle them 'til we can get more power to the port side engine."

Fenrir Reitveld waits for his mark, as the hostile ship spins around. "Confirmed identity, the ship is Cardassian Keldon class battle cruiser."

Fenrir Reitveld locks all weapon systems on the cruiser, and he prepares to open fire as directed. "Sir, the two torpedoes struck the Keldon. Maximal damage right at their forward weapon assembly."

Agent Strangelove grades his claws slowly over his chair arm rest. He eyes his readouts on his command chair at all the readings flooding in and nods slowly. "A Cardassian ship with a cloaking device.... They will not let us out of here alive to report this breach of the arms treaty..."

Frynge Sprocket studies the ship on the screen...that should indeed NOT have a cloak...

Fenrir Reitveld grabs the console as the ship rumbles again. "They can't stand up to us in a one on one fight, not without the element of surprise."

Fenrir Reitveld: Unfortunately, that's what they got...

Agent Strangelove: Excellent shot Chief!

Fenrir Reitveld: Enemy capacity has been reduced, but... *more rumbling* Phaser fire, but our shields are holding.

Frynge Sprocket: I'll handle things from here, Murakami! go help them contain the damage!

Agent Strangelove: Commander... is communication still down?

Keign Pirandello: Engineering, we need more power to the portside engines. If they figure out we can only make left hand turns they're gonna eat us alive... I might be able to confuse them with evasive pattern gamma two one, but that'll leave our flank exposed.

Michael Damone: Teams report that they're close sir, but it wil be at least another 10 minutes before power is restored...

Fenrir Reitveld: I'm losing power to the phaser banks. Diagnostics estimates starboard plasma conduit is damaged. Attempting to compensate...

Frynge Sprocket: ...I've got it! They're related! these readings are showing the energy drain...that's not a damaged conduit! get someone over there, somethig got in through that breach and it's sapping it!

Agent Strangelove nods and punches a command button on his chair. "Lets make sure they can't do any more damage to us..... Another full spread of Torpedo's Chief and keep us at range Helm. We need not get another blind side to our port side and Commander, Order a team.....

Fenrir Reitveld blinks, and he hits his communicator. "Security team, report to engineering. Situation is red alert; Possible boarding team."

Fenrir Reitveld meanwhile activates his console. More topedoes stream from the Defiant, homing in on the aggressor.

Keign Pirandello nods, flooding the bridge with static as he opens the intership com, "Attention all hands, brace yourselves..." He warns, the view pulling wide as the ship starts to jump, "Enaging a short jump at warp 5. That should buy us a couple of seconds and give us time to come about."

Frynge Sprocket hits a few more buttons, staring intently at the power readings and reports "something came in with the blast, right behind that phaser hit...it just opened us right up for whatever it is."

Fenrir Reitveld: I've lost contact with the team. Sir I'm down to just three active detail. We're not equipped to handle a full boarding situation, sir...

Fenrir Reitveld: Strike! The torpedoes have hit, registering three explosions. The Cardassian vessel is losing speed, I think we crippled their impulse system. Verified, they are venting plasma.

Keign Pirandello grits his teeth and grips the sides of his console as the ship rumbles violently out of warp, spinning twice before facing back on it's heading, "Warp engines offline... Impulse at 40% port, 90% starboard. Readying attack pattern beta three seven."

Agent Strangelove growls and nods slowly. as he hits his cummunicator "All hands.... There is a security breach all personell arm yourselves. Commander.... is hailing back up yet..... We need time!

Michael Damone: Aye, captain! Teams report communications have been restored!

Agent Strangelove: Hail the Cardassian ship then Commander.....

Frynge Sprocket taps a few buttons more, then looks to the viewscreen curiously. this isn't a normal cardassian ship...who's the captain?

Michael Damone punches buttons on his console. "Aye captain, opening hailing frequencies...They are responding."

Fenrir Reitveld: Sir, shall I hold fire?
Agent Strangelove: Hold fire Chief... Helm bring us into a defensive potition.

Fenrir Reitveld nods and he sets the weapon systems to standby.

Keign Pirandello nods, "Aye, sir. We're square with the enemy ship... I think at this point we might be able to out maneuver them on impusle."

Agent Strangelove straitens his uniform and eyes the view screen "THis is Captian Strangelove of the USS Defiant... You have fired on a Star Fleet vessel with out provication....Explain yourself..." then cocks his head slightly at seeing a Ferengi (sp)"

Fenrir Reitveld: They are crippled sir, they've lost most of impulse and weapon capability.

Frynge Sprocket boggles, now intensely curious. (sure. *evil grin*)
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Frynge Sprocket: -opponent- "Explain myself!? I don't think you have a very firm grasp on the situation here. You're going to surrender and give me that ship."

Fenrir Reitveld blinks, too, at the Ferrengi face on the viewscreen.

Agent Strangelove perks his eyebrow and starts to grin very slowly "Captian... I'm very aware of the situation. You however have breached it with your blaintent acts of argession. You will power down or we will not take kindly to your situation and current status. Chief, lock a full spread of torpedo's centered on the bridge please...." and eyes the view screen "Do you understand my point Captian?"

Keign Pirandello sets the ship into a slow, orbiting patteren around the cippled vessel, circling them like a vulture as he cleverly disguises the weakened state of the portside engines.

Fenrir Reitveld grins, "Aye, aye." Small bleeps, as he does exactly as ordered.

Frynge Sprocket watches the captain and crew closely, noting the crew to be a hodgepodge of races...and slightly disorganized too... -opponent- "such a shame, captain! We would have gotten MUCH more latinum for an intact model... Mr. Fanegri! NOW!" -Frynge "SIR! They're..!" suddenly the readings on the ship spike and it zooms away and fires a few disruptor shots, but missing, since they fired blind apparently...they were faking too, apparently with a secondary impulse drive.

Agent Strangelove: Open fire!

Fenrir Reitveld glances back at the Captain, and then grins widely. "Gladly sir." He strokes the console, and a focused torpedoes erupt from the ship, aimed straight for the bridge section of the stolen vessel. "Direct hit, sir!" On the viewer, the Keldon's front section erupts into vaporized gasses.

Agent Strangelove: Commander, status of the security breach and eyes the veiw screen and shakes his head slowly frowning in a sigh..... He perks himself then and tries to smile, managing a soft one "Good shot Chief.... Scan for survivors.... we need to at least help the ones left..."

Frynge Sprocket watches the other ship...it stopped, hanging dead in space it seems...the main bridge is gone. there are plenty of life signs left.

Michael Damone: It seems to be contained, sir. Security reports a team of six ferengi, of which there are three survivors, currently being held in the brig.

Agent Strangelove: Excellent news Commander... Get us back to yellow alert and notify DS9 of our condition.

Michael Damone: Aye, Sir...

-Computer- Simulation alpha five gamma ending.........

Agent Strangelove: Good work crew!

Fenrir Reitveld hmms. "Thank you sir, but.. Sir, may I speak candidly?"

Agent Strangelove nods slowly "Permision granted."

Fenrir Reitveld: I am responsible for the lack of internal security; It wil be necessary to run the training courses over some of my cadets again, but -- really? Cardassian stolen warships with cloaking technology? Ferrengi? Where does Command come up with this?

Agent Strangelove laughs and leans back into his chair smiling ear from ear.

Frynge Sprocket giggles to himself

Fenrir Reitveld: What's next, Dominion ships with Borg technology?

Michael Damone: There's a precident, Mr Reitveld...the Obsidian Order used Keldon class ships modified with cloaking devices, and upgraded shields and weaponry...that doesn't explain how a ferengi got his hands on one, however...

Agent Strangelove: Star Fleet intelligence likes to keep us on our toes for sure and points noted Chief.

Fenrir Reitveld: Yes sir. I suppose I can see the reason for that.

Agent Strangelove chuckles softly and starts to grin again "I think you all earned your uniforms today. I think I may just have a very nice bottle of Romulan Ale stashed away... Drinks will be on me"

Frynge Sprocket leans back in his chair "whew!"

Michael Damone: And Sir, I'm partly responsible for our losing the element of suprise...I should have ordered the attack sooner, before they caught us off guard.

Agent Strangelove nods.

Frynge Sprocket: That's why we're running these sims though, right? so the mistakes don't happen actually in the field. hehe

Fenrir Reitveld: Assuming I can still speak candidely -- my simulations have shown that the possum tactic only works in 8 percent of all cases. The most logical course is to attack when one is down.

Agent Strangelove: This is why we do training... make notes and disscuss with the department heads on how to incress crew performances in all area's... We'll prep for another drill perhaps in a weeks time once training courses havee been complete... And Michael... You did good..." and winks.

Michael Damone: Thank you, Sir...

Fenrir Reitveld: Not that I am questioning the captain, mind you. That bought us time. *he chuckles nervously*

Agent Strangelove: Noted Chief, and yes you still have that. Matter afact everyone here please speak freely.

Frynge Sprocket: Aye sir!

Agent Strangelove eyes Fenrir for a moment looking very stern before he just smiles and then winks "Your very right Chief... Time is something we needed and it was an acseptible risk considering our options at the time."

Keign Pirandello: In that case, remind me to make a note in that report that Star Fleet needs to add a few more contingincies for split-engine evasion. You can only sit and do space donuts for so long. Heh.

Agent Strangelove: Anyone else have anything to add? "as he looks around the room.

Agent Strangelove lsitens to the Computer voice (USS Moreau simulation log ended. Thank you and have a nice RP) *BEEEEEEEEP)

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