Mission Over. What Next? No, not Ian Next... ;)

[RearAdm...@aol.com]

In a message dated 03/08/2010 11:54:11 P.M. GMT Daylight Time, RearAdm...@aol.com writes:

In a message dated 05/07/2010 4:04:31 A.M. GMT Daylight Time, vho...@yahoo.com writes:

OOC:  Resent again .. without the so called masculine file :)   J:  AWWWWWWWW!  >.< SO not fair!!

ON:

 

Even though Morta is not in the medical profession, her studies on the lab animals prove something very dangerous to everyone and even the child that Pressman's mate has ... "Morta found some information including why Morta no longer affected.  Medical not like what Morta find!

Doctor Norse didn't like the sound of that.  She looked up from fixing a broken arm and handed it to a nurse, coming straight over to Morta.  "I'm sorry to overhear your private conversation, Lieutenant, but I'm coming to some rather alarming conclusions myself.  Have you discovered something that will help fix this?  I am about to start sedating people if you haven't but i can't see how a whole starship and starbase, both full of sedated crew is going to make any sense... i'm just out of options!" she shook her head, her frown exagerating her semi-Klingon forehead ridges. 

 

The avian turned toward the part-Klingon to share what she discovered, "Morta not know how to fix, nor does Morta know what or where thing hiding.  But, thing acts as parasite and bacteria together."

"That explains why we haven't been able to isolate it!"  Norse realised. 

"It acts as bacteria because chemicals go everywhere in body, but acts as parasite because it is transferred to others through mating or through air in lungs.  Several lab animals had it and dies after few days, but something leaves imprint in lungs and reproduction organs.  Imprint gives out radiation."

"Genius!" T'Nara was so impressed.  It all made sense at last.  "How did you figure this out, Lieutenant Morta?" she asked.

"Morta and Gorn associate both had this, but chemistry destroyed it.  Not get wrong ideal doctor ... Vhorani and Gorn big difference!"

 

"The way Vulcans and Romulans are related waaaaaaaay back but not at all alike now?  Opposite sides of the coin?"  Norse conjectured.  

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"If your chemistry destroyed it, that means we can reproduce that, doesn't it?  May I take a blood sample to put into the transducer and make up a vaccine?" she asked.

 

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The sample whirred and was processed.  The results flashed on the console and Norse punched the air in delight.  Within no time at all she had made up a vaccine and was distributing it, with the help of all her medics who she natually treated first, to all of the crews of both the Damocles and the Aurora.

 

Within hours everyone was back to normal and most of them were looking very embarrassed about what they had done while under the influence of the para-virus.

 

Everyone seemed to form a silent agreement not to mention it and behave as if it hadn't happened which did seem to help them return to normal, or a semblance of it.

 

 

OOC:   Okay guys.  Who wants to do what for the new mission?

 

Anyone?  Is anyone still here?? 

 

(Or has the evil people-eating facebook stolen you all away as predicted?)

 

<echo>

 

Love Jools xxxxxx

 

 

luv Jules (Aj),
;) XXX

** All you need to decide is which bridges you should cross,
and which you should burn! **
 
Captain Eleanor Anderson
XO (& Acting CO) - USS Damocles

Lt (jg) Leigha Brown
Asst. Counsellor - USS Damocles

Lt. T'Nara Norse
ACMO - Starbase Aurora

Cpt Simon Marks
CO - Starbase Aurora
 
Rear Adml Julia James

[Edward Saum]

Methinks it's more a case of Star Trek Online, rather than Facebook, being the culprit right about now.  Not that I can say much; I still get twitchy whenever I see an ad for the game (which I would be *all* over if there was consistently fast-enough internet on the train each day).  I just made the mistake of watching the trailer for DC Universe Online, too... Oh bother...

::: jailbreaking his iPhone, since the warranty just expired this week anyways :::

Edward / Ted

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[Sarah Eccles]

No, I got bored of STO very quickly, it rapidly gets very repetative. It's just a case of RL being busy. I have been feeling guilty for neglecting you guys. :(   I'll try and hash something out tonight when I get home.   Sarah --- On Thu, 12/8/10, Edward Saum <ets...@gmail.com> wrote:

[Sarah Eccles]

OOC: Humble appologies for not posting guys, I promise to do better. But, lets not cut the fun short just yet? IC: D4 0930 Hours [Main Sickbay, USS Damocles]   Seeing that Ellie was making an angry beeline for Leigha – Leigha who was in a delicate condition – Saveron reached an arm out and fielded the irate CO, catching her around the middle and hauling her close to prevent further attempts to get at the Counsellor. “Captain, desist.” The Vulcan had a grip like an iron bar.  Ellie melted.  There wasn't much point in doing anything else as she was held fast but she suddenly found no reason to object to imprisonment.   Nearby Morta had managed to separate Kara and Vork, and for a moment a fragile peace settled over the Sickbay. Still holding onto Ellie, Saveron turned his gaze to Damien. “Your initial surmise seems to be accurate, Commander. We appear to have a problem.”   "no shit Sherlock?" Ellie purred, nestling.  Ellie's reaction to nestle into Saveron's arms was probably one, as she thought to herself later, that would have horrified him more than if it had been inflicted upon him by any of the rest of the crew put together.    In retrospect, mortified by the embarrassing memory, this was a moment that, at the time, made her blissfully happy..... but later, took itself back, tenfold, for the confused Acting CO whose tender heart misplaced itself seemingly without fail, as if she were fatally and self-destructively, only attracted to those she couldn't have.    "Indeed," Damien replied.  "One that we're apparently not entirely immune to ourselves."    Saveron was entirely oblivious to the irony in Damien’s voice as the Damocles’ XO assessed their situation. He seemed to be holding up under the influence better than many crewmembers, impressive given that he, along with Saveron and Kara had been the first three exposed.   Certainly the tall Vulcan doctor was not feeling particularly sensible or logical at this point, and as Ellie pressed herself up against him he put an arm about her shoulders, a gesture both protective and possessive. He had objected to Damien’s earlier proximity, but he did not find the Captain’s physical contact at all objectionable, quite the opposite.   "Problem?" Asked Correrai.  "After working with Saveron, this isn't a problem.....and as for you Morta..we may not like what you've got to tell us...but you're bigger than us....So we'll just take the bad news and smile..."   It seemed that, regardless of species, some personalities were destined to clash. Even though they were usually calmly professional with each other, crew had noticed Saveron and Correrai butt heads on a couple of occaisions, the two normally mild-mannered doctors seeming to find something in each other to object to. Too similar perhaps?   Regardless, Saveron’s keen hearing picked up Anton’s words, and in his highly illogical state of mind he saw that snarky aside as a deliberate verbal insult, a threat. Tightening his grip about the Captain’s shoulders, the Vulcan curled his lip to expose white teeth and growled, low in his throat. Vulcans were, of course, capable of voicing a variety of consonants that other species could not, but that was a sound that few would have heard beyond their homeworld.   Fortunately something else distracted Anton at that moment.   "We'll need your assistance on this, Morta.  You seemed to be the calmest one in the joint at present," he added.  The irony of Morta now being the only one *not* out of sorts was not lost on him.

Even though Morta is not in the medical profession, her studies on the lab animals prove something very dangerous to everyone and even the child that Pressman's mate has ... "Morta found some information including why Morta no longer affected.  Medical not like what Morta find!

Doctor Norse didn't like the sound of that.  She looked up from fixing a broken arm and handed it to a nurse, coming straight over to Morta.  "I'm sorry to overhear your private conversation, Lieutenant, but I'm coming to some rather alarming conclusions myself.  Have you discovered something that will help fix this?  I am about to start sedating people if you haven't but i can't see how a whole starship and starbase, both full of sedated crew is going to make any sense... i'm just out of options!" she shook her head, her frown exagerating her semi-Klingon forehead ridges.    The avian turned toward the part-Klingon to share what she discovered, "Morta not know how to fix, nor does Morta know what or where thing hiding.  But, thing acts as parasite and bacteria together." "That explains why we haven't been able to isolate it!"  Norse realised.  "It acts as bacteria because chemicals go everywhere in body, but acts as parasite because it is transferred to others through mating or through air in lungs.  Several lab animals had it and dies after few days, but something leaves imprint in lungs and reproduction organs.  Imprint gives out radiation." "Genius!" T'Nara was so impressed.  It all made sense at last.  "How did you figure this out, Lieutenant Morta?" she asked. "Morta and Gorn associate both had this, but chemistry destroyed it.  Not get wrong ideal doctor ... Vhorani and Gorn big difference!"   "The way Vulcans and Romulans are related waaaaaaaay back but not at all alike now?  Opposite sides of the coin?"  Norse conjectured.

"Two sides of the same coin." Doctor Saveron interjected, taking a deep, shuddering breath as he tried to get some control over his reactions. He ran a hand over his gaunt features, and Ellie would be able to hear him mutter "it's a disease, it's a disease..." to himself as he shook.   "If your chemistry destroyed it, that means we can reproduce that, doesn't it?  May I take a blood sample to put into the transducer and make up a vaccine?" T'Nara asked. "The larger transducer in the pathology laboratory will be able to make up the immunoglobulin we need in the appropriate quantities." Saveron pointed out. He took a step towards the pair, his grip on the Captain meaning that Ellie didn't get a lot of choice as to whether or not she went with him, not that he had bothered to ask her. <Stuck Ellie?> <Lady T'Nara?> <More for everyone?> Lt. Saveron Pathologist and Xenobiologist USS Damocles "If something goes wrong, I'm the first to admit it, I'm the first to admit it, and the last one to know." - Paul Simon, Something so right

 

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 0930 [Main Sickbay, USS Damocles]

"Problem?" Asked Correrai.  "After working with Saveron, this isn't a problem.....and as for you Morta..we may not like what you've got to tell us...but you're bigger than us....So we'll just take the bad news and smile..."

Meanwhile Kara. sighed. "No coffee here, I'm getting a shuttle ready..." As she straighted her uniform.     Correrai went over at warp factor 5 to Kara Ell and man-handled the dermal regenerator off her. Much, no doubt to the surprise of Nurse Barr how was still clinging on to Anton for dear life. "Lieutenant, he's no shuttle. And I wouldn't take your job off you."   Kara did not mind at all, but just looked at both the nurse and doctor and after a few very long minute asked. "Are you two an item?"   H'Rhaedrol was in shock. He could hear the heightened emotional outbursts of just about everyone on the ship, and he was having trouble screening them out. Anton was an empath too, if untrained, so he might understand, and he was also H'Rhaedrol's friend, and the poor traumatised nurse was sticking to the man like glue. He looked up however as Kara questioned why he was stuck to Anton, then looked from one to the other, Kara's more distant face and Anton's very near one. "Um, I don't think we know each other that well yet..." he said quietly, looking embarrassed, but didn't let Correrai go. "Just make them stop shouting, please." He begged, and buried his face in Anton's shoulder again. <Help me Anton?> <Kamakaze Kara?> Senior Chief Specialist H'Rhaedrol Barr Nurse and Senior Paramedic USS Damocles "Easy time will determine if these consolations will be their reward," - Paul Simon, Hearts and Bones

 

[Sarah Eccles]

D3 0930 Hours [Command Center, Starbase Aurora ] "Within the Federation, base-sequence biomatter is used solely in replicator technology.  Trilithium ions are inherently unstable, and are typically found only in the most advanced Federation laboratories.  Duranium alloys are commonly used in ships' hulls, unlike the elastic, apparently *spun* material from which the Avarice Coil has been created.  The duranium and biomatter trace readings are confined to the fourth convergence zone, the farthest from which any coherent readings are possible.  They are scattered throughout the convergence zone, rather than in the single concentrations that would indicate a vessel.  The specific atomic makeup of the duranium alloys is duranium-437," he said, pausing to bring up on the other console display the properties and common uses of duranium-437. "The alloy matches exactly those used by Starfleet-grade hulls; specifically, those used within the last five Terran years for construction of ablative armor-equipped vessels. “Sweet mothers of boys…” Ashara breathed as she looked at the readouts. There was some pretty exciting stuff going on out there. “And there’s a ‘Dark Dawnspring’ out there as well, so we’re dealing with not two time-space phenomena but three?” She clarified. That just added a whole new dimension of ‘sick and twisted’ to their local region of space. Who knew what strange influences this ‘Darkspring’ might have on their already warped area of space-time? Marks looked despairingly and rolled his eyes.  "Damn this space!" he muttered.  "Don't we deserve a break?  If it's not one thing it's another and now there are three twists of the loaded dice... isn't that against the laws of coincidence?"   “Of course, just because we don’t know of any other group of civilisations that uses base-level biomatter, Trilithium and duranium-437 doesn’t mean that there isn’t one here in the Gamma Quadrant that does; convergant evolution and all that.” Ashara pointed out. “But the simplest answer is usually the right one, and right now the simplest answer seems to be that we’ve got a wrecked Federation ship out there.” She said grimly. All of her usual flirtatious behaviour was gone, Commander Delphane was deadly serious and focused on the issue at hand. “Any brilliant ideas on how the hell they got out there without us knowing?” She asked.   The XO once more managed to surprise Dournal.  He doubted that her reference to convergent evolution was coincidental, given the fact that Dournal's third year Xenobiology thesis had focused upon primarily upon that the Progenitors, and deliberately-seeded convergent evolution. "If I might, Commander.  Taking your citation of Occam's Razor to its logical conclusion, a safe - albeit preliminary - point of departure would seem to be that, at some time in the future of the current timeline, a Starfleet vessel will be caught in the temporal distortions created by the wormhole and the two Dawnsprings. "and can we warn them without dooming us all?" Marks asked, wondering if that was a stupid question.  "If we could define exactly *who* we need to warn of course?" “Well that’s the pressed latinum question isn’t it?” Ashara quipped. “Who the hell is it? Or was it, rather.” Since apparently the ship – who ever it was – had met a rather destructive end. "Both the Damocles and the Oblivion have ablative armor, sir," Dournal offered.  "The presence of trilithium seems to indicate a vessel with a substantial Science Lab and/or specialized cargo.  Tthis makes the Andromeda-class Damocles the more likely of the two.  However, we cannot rule out a third possibility; a vessel that has not yet traversed the wormhole, perhaps a resupply ship for the Starbase. "Aren't there any tell-tale signs left?  Something that would narrow it further?" Marks understood that if there were, Dournal would have been sure to have explored this.  "Sorry" he said "Just wandering around the possibilities, I've no doubt you've asked all these questions already."   “It never hurts to ask, the problem is we may not have any answers, right?” Ashara asked the two scientists.   “We do not have the answers to the Captain’s questions, further data is required. This would be greatly facilitated by deploying a minimum number of probes into this portion of space,” S’Rel indicated the markers on the infant star map that she had shown Dournal earlier, “as this is the area with the lensing distortions supplying us with the relevant sensor readings. Probes deployed in the displayed configuration would be optimally places to take advantage of those effects, greatly increasing our senor data for the region beyond that convergance zone.” "That is correct.  Deploying the probes, coupled with a close-proximity sensor sweep of the convergence zone, would seem to be the most logical course of action." Dournal confirmed. "Then let's do it.  We need more light on the matter, so to speak."  Marks agreed.   "Understood, Captain.  With Doctor S'Rel's help, I believe we can be underway within forty-eight hours." “Are you up for it Doctor?” Ashara asked the astrophysicist.   “Affirmative, Commander.” The young Vulcan replied gravely. "Make it so!"  Marks had always wanted to say that.  He beamed. "By 0800 tomorrow, the first set of reliable data on the efficacy of the recycling system should be in, sir.  My intention would be to have the reclamation process substantially automated before departing to deploy the probes." “Got to have something to replicate the probes out of.” Ashara mused. “And interesting though these readings are, we need that recycling system first, it’s essential to our long tern survival in Dawnspring space.” "Essential!"  Marks agreed.  The idea of NOT having it automated was not a pretty one. "That has to be a priority but let's not lose too much time.  Pronto is the word of the day!" He enthused.     Commander Ashara Delphane Executive Officer USS Damocles

 

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 0830 Hours [Command Center, Starbase Aurora] "Oh my God I hate replicator coffee!" Ashara whinged as she slumped into her chair next to the Big Chair that was Simon's, from where they could survey the workings of the Command Centre should they wish to, although the truth was they spent very little time there, it wasn't necessary for the operation of the Starbase. Replicators of course were an essential piece of equipment that allowed Federation vessels to explore vast distances of space without having to carry large quantities of supplies with them, although as the Aurora was discovering, without the appropriate raw matter even that function couldn't be taken for granted. That didn't make it taste any better, especially this morning when she was feeling somewhat nasty, although she wasn't certain why. Maybe there was something wrong with the old station's environmental systems or something. That wasn't a pleasant thought. Heaving herself out of her chair Ashara wandered over to the engineering consoles to look at the displays over the shoulders of her Engineers, but there were no nasty red lights. The left console display scrolled through the parts and components delivered to Cargo Bay 3, the dedicated assembly area for the probes.  Dournal traced the list with his tapered left index finger, while the right hand flew across the controls on that side, tweaking the parameters of the code sequences for the station's newly-initialized energy recycling system.  While neither compact nor particularly elegant in its design, the system - which now occupied the majority of Cargo Bay 2 - was online. The Ba'ku Lieutenant Commander was not wholly unaware of his surroundings; he just selectively ignored those portions that did not have bearing on his tasks at hand.  He did not react when Commander Delphane sent her choice of beverage airborne; he did, however, when he heard her uncharacteristically - at least for her - heavy footfalls approach him at Science Station 2. Drifting further around the great room she stopped at the science stations. "How is that recycling system coming along Commander?" She asked, forgetting her usual manner in her distraction. Ugh, this stuff had to be bad for you. Pausing both displays with a synchronized pair of console taps, Dournal turned to face the XO. "Better than expected, Commander," he replied, noting that both the Orion's demeanor and word choice differed substantially from her usual playful banter.  "Simple organics are being processed with 78% efficiency.  When the next round of code sequences and hardware components are installed, we will be ready to begin testing more-complex materials as well," he added, as the doors to the Command Center parted to reveal Captain Marks. “Good. The sooner we can switch the replicators off economy mode the better.” Delphane grumped.   The CO made a beeline for his two Senior Officers. Marks strolled in and immediately made a bee-line for his XO and 2CO.  "Oh-OH! What are you two cooking up over here?" he pretended to be suspicious but his grin gave him away. As he moved closer, he invaded Ashara's personal space unprofessionally and shot her a smirk that earned him getting his foot stood on firmly and a look that would have frozen an Andoriak Yark into behaving like a lamb.  Naturally the look only made Simon all the more interested in his lovely green-skinned, cuvacious Orion second in command and his eyes flashed back at her unashamedly. Dournal noted that the Captain's demeanor was much more typical, at present, than that of his XO.  The Captain's tone indicated that his interest was, for the most part, a pretense to resume the banter he enjoyed with Commander Delphane.  The two volleyed back-and-forth with glances and amused expressions.  Having witnessed their previous interactions when one - or both - were as animated as Captain Marks currently was, Dournal waited dispassionately for the question that would inevitably come. Stepping hard on Simon's foot for interupting her just as she was trying to talk to Dournal, Ashara gave him a haughty look. "Something spicy." She said, and then her expression turned mischievious. "Do you like it hot, Captain?" She asked, knowing full well that he did. Simon’s presence and obvious appreciation of her made her feel a little better. He tore his eyes away from her lovely form and across to the Chief Science Officer.  "Commander Dournal, what do you have for us today?" he asked, getting his mind back on the business side of Starbase life. "As I was just telling the Commander, simple organic compounds are recycling properly at present, Captain.  Currently, only basic materials should be replicated using the recycled biomass.  Any attempt at more complex constructs will use a disproportionate amount of the still-limited supply." "What would we need to improve on that?  Not that I'm unappreciative but that isn't going to last us long." Marks asked. “And never mind what’s economical or whatever, we need to become self-sufficient, biomatter-wise. Say what you need and we’ll see you get it.” Ashara waved a green hand expansively. Dournal's response was matter-of-fact, a counterpoint that seemed appropriate to the more flamboyant natures of the CO and XO.  "A combination of additional components, and supplementary computer code, sir.  Both should be ready for testing within twenty-four hours, at which time the recycling system will need to be taken offline." "Offline?" Marks looked dismayed.  "That's not going to be funtime.  How long for?" The tinkerer in Dournal found the task of the recycling system a challenge.  However, it was the explorer in him - that which had pulled him from Ba'ku and the Briar Patch - that looked forward to the latter task. "Dr. S'rel and I have completed our schematics for the probes as well.  Two teams are gathering the components in Cargo Bay 3 for assembly within the same twenty-four hours as well." “See, give the man free rein with staff and resources and look what we get.” Ashara drawled, somewhat ironically, but also impressed. They needed that system and Dournal had got it for them, in record time. "It's going to be a long day but at the end of it, we should be through the worst! I commend you all." Simon looked all around and then back to Dournal.  "Indeed, sir.  The Engineering and Science teams have been exemplary in their dedication to both tasks.  If the recycling system accepts the software and hardware upgrades, I would propose that Doctor S'Rel and I depart with the probes at the beginning of Alpha shift two days from now." “I think whenever you’re ready to take those probes out Mister Dournal.” Ashara confirmed. “The sooner we know what’s going on our there the better. If you can make it earlier than that, do so.”   ".... and then we can get all this underway and recycle too.  Once the replicators are working fully we can move on and replicate the parts we need for other tasks and essentials to be  prioritorised."  Simon summarised. "Correct, sir," he conceded, with a faint smile.  "Upon completion of these code sequences, it is my intention to do just that."   Marks was happy with the plan.  He patted Dournal on the shoulder. "You're up for promotion for this, Lt Commander." He added, smiling.   Ashara glanced sideways at Simon. Promoting Dournal would put him on par for rank with her; she wasn’t certain that she was prepared to tolerate that, but they could discuss it later.

Commander Ashara Delphane Executive Officer

Starbase Aurora "So baby's gonna take a dive and push the ship to overdrive, and send a signal that she's hanging all her hopes on the stars..." - Savage Garden, To the Moon and Back

 

[PHILIPPA TIMMS]

D4 0930 [Main Sickbay, USS Damocles]

"Problem?" Asked Correrai.  "After working with Saveron, this isn't a problem.....and as for you Morta..we may not like what you've got to tell us...but you're bigger than us....So we'll just take the bad news and smile..."

Meanwhile Kara. sighed. "No coffee here, I'm getting a shuttle ready..." As she straighted her uniform.

Correrai went over at warp factor 5 to Kara Ell and man-handled the dermal regenerator off her. Much, no doubt to the surprise of Nurse Barr how was still clinging on to Anton for dear life. "Lieutenant, he's no shuttle. And I wouldn't take your job off you."

Kara did not mind at all, but just looked at both the nurse and doctor and after a few very long minute asked. "Are you two an item?"

H'Rhaedrol was in shock. He could hear the heightened emotional outbursts of just about everyone on the ship, and he was having trouble screening them out. Anton was an empath too, if untrained, so he might understand, and he was also H'Rhaedrol's friend, and the poor traumatised nurse was sticking to the man like glue. He looked up however as Kara questioned why he was stuck to Anton, then looked from one to the other, Kara's more distant face and Anton's very near one. "Um, I don't think we know each other that well yet..." he said quietly, looking embarrassed, but didn't let Correrai go. "Just make them stop shouting, please." He begged, and buried his face in Anton's shoulder again.

"Shouting?" Anton asked looking over his shoulder at Ray. He had a slight headache, but he could not hear any shouting.  He paused the dermal regeneration as he was not at all looking where he was pointing his medical device. "I don't make a lota noise do I?" Kara asked as she sat down next to Next.   (Ian?)   "Empathic?" Asked Anton. If that was the case.   (Barr?) Anton Correrai

[Sarah Eccles]

D4 0900   [Outside Command Centre, Starbase Aurora]

Marks was happy with the plan.  He patted Dournal on the shoulder. "You're up for promotion for this, Lt Commander." He added, smiling.   Ashara glanced sideways at Simon. Promoting Dournal would put him on par for rank with her; she wasn’t certain that she was prepared to tolerate that, but they could discuss it later.

--------------   Once they had stepped away from the Science section of the Command Centre, Ashara threw Marks a coy, side-long glance. “Simon, could I have a word with you? Your ready room, perhaps?” She suggested, plenty of suggestion in her husky voice in fact, and batted her dark lashes at him. Possibly that was overdoing it.   <Simon Says?>

Commander Ashara Delphane Executive Officer Starbase Aurora

“She's a Killer Queen, Gunpowder, Gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam, guaranteed to blow your mind” – Queen, Killer Queen