Ens. Greyson: ...Oops...(All)

[Chythar Skyfire]

OOC: Just taking Taybrim's last post and running with it, so apologies if I missed anything.

((Bridge of the USS Armstrong-A - Holodeck 7 - StarBase 118))

Vondaryan: Sir, I'm detecting an unauthorized power surge in the transporters.

::Carter checked his panel to confirm Vondaryan's findings, and wasn't seeing it. Maybe it was a momentary thing, because now it was gone.::

Greyson: I don't see it, Mr. Vondaryan. You sure?

Flynn: ?

Vondaryan: I can't detect any transporter residue at all. Nothing in or out.

Taelon: Sir, I’m also not seeing any signs of residue, but it’s possible that that fluctuation could be  a side-effect of the system issues we’ve been experiencing. ::His console chirped repeatedly as he worked his way through the systems, some of which were still powering back online. He looked over at command again.:: It could also indicate someone’s accessing those systems from elsewhere in the ship, sir.

::If that was the case, then there may be a connection to the sabotaged engines and the..faulty...? equipment that prevented him from detecting the surge. It was a possibility, at any rate. One that had to be considered, if nothing else.::

Whittaker: :: calling out :: I'm on it!

oO Chief's beaten me to it. Oo

Trel'lis: If that's the case, can we use internal sensors to locate and identify who's accessing those systems, regardless of *thier* locations?

Whittaker: :: looking to Greyson :: What do you think?

::Carter scratched his chin for a moment in thoughtful contemplation.::

Greyson: Might be doable. We have to assume that the internal sensors haven't been sabotaged as well if that was to work.

Trel'lis: Their biosignatures should be able to reveal who it may be.

Greyson: Assuming they haven't found a way to alter their biosigns by medical or electronic means.

::Admittedly, Carter didn't know if it was possible to medically alter one's biosigns. It was possible to fool sensors via technology, however, so his statement wasn't entirely false. It was bound to get corrected by either Ezo or Andersen if they felt like chiming in to correct him.::

Ezo / Andersen: Response, if any

Taybrim: ::Looking to Flynn:: We'll want to break the crew up, they can search a larger area in small groups.

Flynn: ?

::Carter glanced at his own console again and began to solve puzzles in an effort to make it tell him things. He was still on the first one when he heard the chief next to him call out.::

Whittaker: :: smirking :: Captain Anders, I may have something.

::Anders looked at Whittaker in curiosity, eager and listening for the report::

Whittaker: I've jury rigged the ship's navigational deflector to emit a low-level iconic pulse that should disable any cloaked Klingon vessels within a 35,000 kilometer radius.

Greyson: Our disguise is fluctuating...

::He wasn't pleased to report the bad news, and as he worked to stabilize it, he took a breath and let it out slowly. The puzzles he was working on seemed to be one giant tetris game that controlled its stability.::

Flynn: ?

Whittaker: We'd have to evacuate the outer hull areas because we'll show up as a giant X-Ray flare. :: beat :: Which will also mean any other Klingon ships in the area will pick us up.

Taybrim: We'll be a big glowing target.  ::That didn't seem quite so dire when one knew that's exactly what the program wanted you to be.::

Whittaker: Just give me the word and I'll press the button.

::When Anders didn't respond, Sal fell back on instinct::

Taybrim: The word is given, Commander...  ::Oops... he gave Baylen a sheepish look, but everyone else seemed to take it in stride, with mirth.  Oh, well... old habits died hard.::

::As the hull quickly evacuated the pulse went forward and immediately there were two shimmers on the viewscreen.  Two B'Rel class Bird of Prey decloaked within kissing distance of the Armstrong.::

Taybrim: Well, someone was waiting for us...

::A shrill whistle came over the communications line::

::Conversation ensued, though not with him. Carter was still trying to stabilize the power signature, and his concentration started to waver a little bit. He blinked as he began to feel the onset of drunkenness, like he'd had one too many of those mysterious things called "Cosmos" which Flynn and the Chief favored. Strange drink, that. And Taybrim seemed to yawn alongside him.::

Taybrim: I should have slept in longer.  

Greyson: ::smirking:: Aw, poor Sal. Want me to get a blankie?

Taybrim: Response, if any ::And the yeoman took a slightly wobbly step back.::

Taybrim: Hm, wonder if the ship is leaking anything?  Wait... the Klingons never fired upon us, did they?

::He had to try not to laugh, but it was a valid question. Carter checked his screen and blinked a few times, the drunkenness starting to make him feel both giddy and dizzy at the same time.::

Greyson: Nah...not like we were standing against a wall with an arrow on our head or something.

Taybrim: ::He giggled at that, just a little.  It was out of place and somewhat inappropriate.::  Maybe they should have!

Greyson: ::slurring his words a bit.:: Iunno what yer... ::Hiccup.:: yakkin' aboot...

Ezo/Andersen: ?

Taybrim: ::He turned towards the doctors, face full of honest innocence:: No, no... I feel fine, really!

Ezo/Andersen: ?

Taybrim: ::Putting his hands in the air in mock-drama:: I'm not a saboteur, either!  Promise!

Greyson: Me neither...I feel a bit dizzy though....

Ezo/Andersen: ?

Trel’lis: ::wrinkles her nose, still sniffing:: Are you sure you aren’t still drunk, from the party, sir?

Taybrim: ::He turned back towards Trel'lis, looking wide-eyes and a little innocent:: Well, the party was three days ago, and I didn't drink that much.  Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a lush - even when pastries are involved.  Are you sure it's not a leak?

Greyson: Sensors all negative skipp--sir! ::Hiccup! Man, if he wasn't drunk during the party, he certainly felt like he was drunk now...::

Trel’lis: I don’t smell anything, which rules out any gas leak, to me.

Taybrim: Maybe we just can't smell it?

Trel’lis: With my heightened sense of smell, I usually can detect even usually odorless gases, as *no* gas is truly odorless, if they contain any molecular structure, in gaseous form and released under pressure or heat source.

Andersen/Ezo/Any: ?

Taybrim: I call Klingon shenanigans!

::He said it with confidence turning to face the viewscreen where a rather unhappy klingon was staring at them::

Kothos: =/\= Enough is enough, Starfleet!  =/\= ::He barked an order in Klingon and there was a sharp whine of an old fashioned transporter on the bridge as the irritated Klingon pointed towards Commander Anders and he was promptly whisked away in the golden light of a transport beam.:: =/\= I will question your Captain myself and get answers.  You will stay here or you will die. =/\=

Falcon/Flynn: =/\=

Any on bridge: ?

::The commline closed, leaving a quiet silence on the bridge.  All eyes slowly fell towards Sal.::

Taybrim: I didn't do it!  ::called out a little too playfully.  Man, whatever this stuff was he was feeling good.:: I call the center seat!

Anyone: ?

::Taybrim took the center chair, and Carter once again sat back down in his before he fell over. It was not a good thing to be disoriented, but maybe the drunken feeling would go away after a few minutes. As would the dizziness, he hoped. It was worth a shot, anyway. As he glanced down at the small screen at his console, it flashed a text-based message.::

~*~

"I am the Very Model of A Scientest Selarian"

was based on a patter song from which of the 

following?

A: Iolanthe (1882)

B: The Mikado (1885)

C: Pirates of Penzance (1879)

D: Patience (1881)

~*~ 

::Ah, this code. Given the fact he'd half-way planned the code to go off at a rediculous moment, when most of the crew started to look a bit intoxicated from the party a few days ago, it seemed to be a good time to choose C.::

Computer: Musical mode engaged. ::No sooner than it finished speaking did the introduction to Pirates of Penzance begin to play.::

Greyson: ::Quietly.:: ...Oops... ::and then busted up laughing maniacally for about 8 seconds.::

Any: Response

Greyson: No, honest! I didn't sabotage anyth...::Hiccup!::..anything.

Any: Response

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