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1. [Changeling-WW] Peace
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [USS Calypso] Impatiently Waiting
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 13:28:29 -0500
From: Christopher Ackney <christopher.ackney@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [Changeling-WW] Peace
Scene: Encampment on the High Road to the Castle of Light
Not daring to look up at the dragon, Kenisha looked through the
bedraggled
hair that hung down obscuring her features and glanced at Miv, hoping
that
if Tsocolanth were displeased with the performance and decided to eat
Kenisha, that he would not force the young Pooka to watch.
A booming laugh echoes around Kenisha. "Well done, little Eshu, well
done
indeed." Tsocolanth said happily. "It has been some time since I have
seen a
dance, and one that is refreshingly new. For that, a boon."
The Wyrm lifted his taloned hand from around Miv, allowing her to
scramble
away to Kenisha. "Oh, you needn't fear me anymore, Pooka. I have no
intention of eating such a small morsel as you. Ah, I see the hunters
return."
All eyes turned towards the forest, as Emily and Calyn walked back into
the
encampment, a dead boar begin dragged behind them. They knelt before
the
Wyrm, and offered their catch.
Tsocolanth beamed. "Ah, it does wonders to see such civility and
etiquette."
He bowed his head to the two hunters. "I thank you for this meal, good
hunters."
The two Sidhe bowed their heads, then rose and stepped back, allowing
the
Wyrm to take his meal. "Please, dine with me. I would hear your tales,
and
perhaps tell you of the path that lays ahead."
"Thank you, good Tsocolanth, we are honoured by your offer." Emily
replied
diplomatically.
Calyn moved quickly over to the others, ensuring that the two were
unharmed.
Miv gave him a bone-crushing hug, burying her face into his chest.
Kenisha
stepped back quietly and went to help Emily unpack their own food while
Calyn soothed the young Pooka.
"I am sorry for the fright I gave you, little one." Tsocolanth said,
making
himself comfortable. "But one cannot fight one's nature."
Now that food had been provided, the Wyrm's frightful presence seemed
to
soften. Though still intimidating, at least he was no longer flashing
his
long, sharp teeth.
NRPG: A short one to see if we can get moving again. Anyone for some
dinner?
:)
Chris, aka Calyn Greystrider, House Scathach
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 16:38:19 -0800
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [USS Calypso] Impatiently Waiting
MD 4:1030
All was silent on the bridge for a brief moment then suddenly
communications panel crackled to life and Freda's voice was heard.
"Captain, we can't get into Operations and I can't contact the team
inside. Whomever or whatever is jamming us."
Brant who'd been pacing immediately sat in his chair, "Lieutenant, hold
your position, Conner tells me that there is some kind of parasite or
virus, he's working on containment as we speak. Set up a perimeter
around Ops and make sure no one gets out until we are certain what the
problem is."
"Aye Sir!".
"Freda!" He added with a sigh, "You and your team be careful it's
possible that that First Officer was infected. There is also a Romulan
ship in orbit, watch your backs!"
"Yes Sir!" she answered before the comlink went silent.
[..]
Georgi sat quietly watching the proceedings on the bridge. Using her
heightened senses she reached out concentrating on the station on the
screen. Rage, confusion, danger, bewilderment and exhilaration all
pressed in on her and she took a deep breath trying to separate those
emotions of her shipmates to the faint ones coming from beyond. Those
from beyond were ebbing and surging like a wave upon the shore and she
wasn't sure what to make of it.
"Counselor? Any thoughts on this?"
"Plenty Suh, but none that would make any sense at the moment!" Her
eyes drifted to the man and a small smile came to her face as she
noticed him unconsciously stroking the head of the wolf.
Seeing her and Angel's gaze Brant glanced down and realizing what he
was doing pulled his hand away. Seeing the lounge hosts smile he
scowled, "Don't be getting any ideas!" Glancing over his shoulder,
"Ensign, are you able to get a lock on them yet?"
"No Sir! And the romulan ship has stopped and appears to be waiting."
"Try hailing them again!"
Silence then the Captain tapped his com, "Sajin, if you can hear me the
Security team is outside, they are locked out of the operations area.
They have secured the area for the present. We also have a romulan ship
breathing down our necks and it is imperative that you and Coltrane get
things under control!" Then adding as an afterthought. "That is if he
hasn't become a zombie too!"
Zombies! Lord, now he'd of heard everything! Well at least some of the
scientists were still alive and accounted for, despite their condition.
Now, all they could do is wait. Waiting wasn't so much the issue but
doing it patiently was.
Nrpg: No real specific tags just moving us along.
Respectfully submitted by,
Tree Deutscher
AKA
Captain Brant L, Reed, Commanding
USS Calypso-B
*** Summary ***
MD 4:1030
Communications are still garbled and the ship is unable to get a
transporter lock on the away team. Freda reports in that she and her
men are locked out of ops. Brant tries to get a message through to
Sajin and the wait begins.
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