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Fri

Sep 21
2007

03:32Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

The ship makes orbit and receives landing directions in short order. Sasha takes the ship down through the thin atmosphere. As the ship descends Sasha and Sharda, on the bridge, notice a huge typhoon spinning across the ocean. Overnale is only a little over 40% water covered, but both poles are landlocked, and much of the temperate and tropical area is covered by a vast ocean that completely circles the planet. Settled areas on Overnale are a chain of islands and a narrow fringe of the southern coast of the northern super-continent. The starport is on Griffin Island, the largest of the islands and the nearest to the mainland.

The ship flies across this island chain as it descends, and after circling the landing field once lands the ship on a large concrete pad at the starport.

While Paris and Bart are helping the middle and high passengers debark Doc is "defrosting" the low passengers. It takes him a bit of time, but he does his job well and none ..that's 850 credits from the low lottery that won't go to any of the defrostees.

Sharda sends out messages to Killian & Sons, Brown Brokers and Robert Solasksi about the freight being delivered. She and Sasha can look into selling the construction equipment the crew bought, but first they need to see to delivering the freight that was entrusted to them....and Sasha will need to field the visit from the local officials, he wonders if on this planet they *expect* bribes like on Glisten.

Merrin and Des go through standard shutdown procedures back in Engineering. For the standard landing fee the ship will be able to draw standby power from the local grid as well as connect to the local network. This port has some repair facilities and refined fuel available.

Eris Akus Moby

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Fri

Sep 21
2007

03:44Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Merrin and Des go through standard shutdown procedures back in Engineering. For the standard landing fee the ship will be able to draw standby power from the local grid as well as connect to the local network. This port has some repair facilities and refined fuel available.

"Captain, we're ready to connect to external power on your command." Merinn calls.

JR

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Greg S

Fri

Sep 21
2007

14:12Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Merrin and Des go through standard shutdown procedures back in Engineering. For the standard landing fee the ship will be able to draw standby power from the local grid as well as connect to the local network. This port has some repair facilities and refined fuel available.

"Captain, we're ready to connect to external power on your command." Merinn calls.

"Rodger that, Merinn," he says. "I'll tell you when we're ready here," he adds, and finishes getting the ship ready to switch over. "Switching to external power, Sharda," he says before continuing to Merinn with "switch it over, Merinn".

Krikor

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Fri

Sep 21
2007

15:35Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Greg S wrote:

Merrin and Des go through standard shutdown procedures back in Engineering. For the standard landing fee the ship will be able to draw standby power from the local grid as well as connect to the local network. This port has some repair facilities and refined fuel available.

"Captain, we're ready to connect to external power on your command." Merinn calls.

While Krikor is fielding Merrin's call, Sharda is fielding a call from the Starport Terminal. A Lt. Sandoff is requesting a courtesy call on the Captain for a port inspection.

"Rodger that, Merinn," he says. "I'll tell you when we're ready here," he adds, and finishes getting the ship ready to switch over. "Switching to external power, Sharda," he says before continuing to Merinn with "switch it over, Merinn".

Both see on the comm board that there are more calls waiting for you, one from Killian and one from Robert Solasksi.

Eris Akus Moby

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Fri

Sep 21
2007

22:57Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

> "Rodger that, Merinn," he says. "I'll tell you when we're
> ready here," he adds, and finishes getting the ship ready
> to switch over. "Switching to external power, Sharda," he
> says before continuing to Merinn with "switch it over,
> Merinn".

"Yes, Captain." Merinn begins the procedure to transfer to groundside power and shuts down the powerplant.

JR

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Sat

Sep 22
2007

00:03Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

On 9/20/07, Eris Reddoch wrote:

The ship makes orbit and receives landing directions in short order. Sasha takes the ship down through the thin atmosphere. As the ship descends Sasha and Sharda, on the bridge, notice a huge typhoon spinning across the ocean. Overnale is only a little over 40% water covered, but both poles are landlocked, and much of the temperate and tropical area is covered by a vast ocean that completely circles the planet. Settled areas on Overnale are a chain of islands and a narrow fringe of the southern coast of the northern super-continent. The starport is on Griffin Island, the largest of the islands and the nearest to the mainland.

Sharda stifles a little shudder. Storms always made her feel uncomfortable. After all, they were actually chaos *personified*...

The ship flies across this island chain as it descends, and after circling the landing field once lands the ship on a large concrete pad at the starport.

While Paris and Bart are helping the middle and high passengers debark Doc is "defrosting" the low passengers. It takes him a bit of time, but he does his job well and none ..that's 850 credits from the low lottery that won't go to any of the defrostees.

Sharda sends out messages to Killian & Sons, Brown Brokers and Robert Solasksi about the freight being delivered. She and Sasha can look into selling the construction equipment the crew bought, but first they need to see to delivering the freight that was entrusted to them....and Sasha will need to field the visit from the local officials, he wonders if on this planet they *expect* bribes like on Glisten.

The Vilani seeks out Sasha, wanting to be present when the officials come to call.

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Sat

Sep 22
2007

01:21Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

The ship flies across this island chain as it descends, and after circling the landing field once lands the ship on a large concrete pad at the starport.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Overnale."

While Paris and Bart are helping the middle and high passengers debark Doc is "defrosting" the low passengers. It takes him a bit of time, but he does his job well and none ..that's 850 credits from the low lottery that won't go to any of the defrostees.

Sharda sends out messages to Killian & Sons, Brown Brokers and Robert Solasksi about the freight being delivered. She and Sasha can look into selling the construction equipment the crew bought, but first they need to see to delivering the freight that was entrusted to them....and Sasha will need to field the visit from the local officials, he wonders if on this planet they *expect* bribes like on Glisten.

The Vilani seeks out Sasha, wanting to be present when the officials come to call.

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've been a lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

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Tue

Sep 25
2007

16:46Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

john.sanchez wrote:

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've been a lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

Bart has been fishing, but not deep sea fishing. :)

Paris and Bart stand at the open hatchway looking out at the Lorton Starport. The air is cool, crisp, but thin with a hint of salt in it, The local gravity is only a little over half standard, enough to keep your feet down where they belong, but little enough to make moving around a pleasure. The port here is small...you can see only a few landing pads, and most are empty. What looks like another few pads are out beyond a high chainlink fence with tangle wire along its top...military base, maybe? The local time is late afternoon and a few lights are beginning to come on in the buildings here.

As you stand there a small ground car leaves the terminal area and comes across the tarmac toward your ship, pulling to a halt just below the hatch where Paris and Bart are standing. A short, stout, young woman steps out from the driver's side and looks up at you.

The woman is dressed in the Starport Authority uniform of a lieutenant. She reaches inside the vehicle and picks up her hat, which she plops onto her head, a briefcase. Then she walks swiftly toward the gangway leading up to the hatch.

Her voice is high pitched as she looks up and calls out to you from the foot of the stairs, "Lieutenant Urquart of the ISA requests permission to come aboard."

Eris Akus Moby

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Tue

Sep 25
2007

20:50Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

On Tuesday 25 September 2007 12:46:24 Eris Reddoch wrote:

john.sanchez wrote:

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've been a lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

Bart has been fishing, but not deep sea fishing. :)

"mmm hummm," Bart nods absently, his eyes following the ground car.

Paris and Bart stand at the open hatchway looking out at the Lorton Starport. The air is cool, crisp, but thin with a hint of salt in it, The local gravity is only a little over half standard, enough to keep your feet down where they belong, but little enough to make moving around a pleasure. The port here is small...you can see only a few landing pads, and most are empty. What looks like another few pads are out beyond a high chainlink fence with tangle wire along its top...military base, maybe? The local time is late afternoon and a few lights are beginning to come on in the buildings here.

As you stand there a small ground car leaves the terminal area and comes across the tarmac toward your ship, pulling to a halt just below the hatch where Paris and Bart are standing. A short, stout, young woman steps out from the driver's side and looks up at you.

The woman is dressed in the Starport Authority uniform of a lieutenant. She reaches inside the vehicle and picks up her hat, which she plops onto her head, a briefcase. Then she walks swiftly toward the gangway leading up to the hatch.

Her voice is high pitched as she looks up and calls out to you from the foot of the stairs, "Lieutenant Urquart of the ISA requests permission to come aboard."

"Hell, pretty young women are always welcome," Bart says, his perpetually surprised expression shinning down on her.

"Don't worry about the Mouse, she's not near as ferocious as she looks." He adds, cupping his huge hand near his mouth away from the mouse, in a loud stage whisper, "It's just we offloaded her work, so now she's got no body to be bossy with but me."

Eris Akus Moby

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Tue

Sep 25
2007

21:09Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've

been a

lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

Bart has been fishing, but not deep sea fishing. :)

"mmm hummm," Bart nods absently, his eyes following the ground car.

Paris looked up at him. "Could I impose upon you to take our Noble fishing?" she asked. "Of course, the downside is that you *would* have to bring him back."

Paris and Bart stand at the open hatchway looking out at the Lorton Starport. The air is cool, crisp, but thin with a hint of salt

in it,

The local gravity is only a little over half standard, enough to

your feet down where they belong, but little enough to make

around a pleasure. The port here is small...you can see

only a few

landing pads, and most are empty. What looks like another few

pads are

out beyond a high chainlink fence with tangle wire along its top...military base, maybe? The local time is late afternoon

and a few

lights are beginning to come on in the buildings here.

As you stand there a small ground car leaves the terminal area

and comes

across the tarmac toward your ship, pulling to a halt just below the hatch where Paris and Bart are standing. A short, stout, young woman steps out from the driver's side and looks up at you.

Paris frowned.

The woman is dressed in the Starport Authority uniform of a

lieutenant.> She reaches inside the vehicle and picks up her hat, which she plops

onto her head, a briefcase. Then she walks swiftly toward the

leading up to the hatch.

Her voice is high pitched as she looks up and calls out to you

from the

foot of the stairs, "Lieutenant Urquart of the ISA requests

to come aboard."

"Hell, pretty young women are always welcome," Bart says, his perpetually surprised expression shinning down on her.

"Don't worry about the Mouse, she's not near as ferocious as she looks." He adds, cupping his huge hand near his mouth away from the mouse, in a loud stage whisper, "It's just we offloaded her work, so now she's got no body to be bossy with but me."

Paris laughed, her exhaustion sloughing off like it had never been there. "Yes, Bart, but you like it when I'm bossy." She smiled at the officer. "But you are welcome aboard, Lieutenant, and might I ask of you your business this fine day?"

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Tue

Sep 25
2007

21:38Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

john.sanchez wrote:

"Hell, pretty young women are always welcome," Bart says, his perpetually surprised expression shinning down on her.

"Don't worry about the Mouse, she's not near as ferocious as she looks." He adds, cupping his huge hand near his mouth away from the mouse, in a loud stage whisper, "It's just we offloaded her work, so now she's got no body to be bossy with but me."

Paris laughed, her exhaustion sloughing off like it had never been there. "Yes, Bart, but you like it when I'm bossy." She smiled at the officer. "But you are welcome aboard, Lieutenant, and might I ask of you your business this fine day?"

OOC: Partly answered in another post, but...

"There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew." Kathy Urquart says then adds, "Also need to see your papers, cargo manifest...make sure you aren't importing anything that the locals would go nuts over...nuts in a bad way.

"It shouldn't take more than a few minutes." she says glancing at her wrist watch and looking up grinning, "I'm off duty in an hour and there's a cold beer waiting for me at the local Brubakers."

Eris Akus Moby

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Tue

Sep 25
2007

21:33Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Earl F Hampton III wrote:

On Tuesday 25 September 2007 12:46:24 Eris Reddoch wrote:

john.sanchez wrote:

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've been a lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

Bart has been fishing, but not deep sea fishing. :)

"mmm hummm," Bart nods absently, his eyes following the ground car.

Paris and Bart stand at the open hatchway looking out at the Lorton Starport. The air is cool, crisp, but thin with a hint of salt in it, The local gravity is only a little over half standard, enough to keep your feet down where they belong, but little enough to make moving around a pleasure. The port here is small...you can see only a few landing pads, and most are empty. What looks like another few pads are out beyond a high chainlink fence with tangle wire along its top...military base, maybe? The local time is late afternoon and a few lights are beginning to come on in the buildings here.

As you stand there a small ground car leaves the terminal area and comes across the tarmac toward your ship, pulling to a halt just below the hatch where Paris and Bart are standing. A short, stout, young woman steps out from the driver's side and looks up at you.

The woman is dressed in the Starport Authority uniform of a lieutenant. She reaches inside the vehicle and picks up her hat, which she plops onto her head, a briefcase. Then she walks swiftly toward the gangway leading up to the hatch.

Her voice is high pitched as she looks up and calls out to you from the foot of the stairs, "Lieutenant Urquart of the ISA requests permission to come aboard."

"Hell, pretty young women are always welcome," Bart says, his perpetually surprised expression shinning down on her.

"Don't worry about the Mouse, she's not near as ferocious as she looks." He adds, cupping his huge hand near his mouth away from the mouse, in a loud stage whisper, "It's just we offloaded her work, so now she's got no body to be bossy with but me."

"What?" Lt. Urquart says with a surprised look of her own, "Oh?"

"Oh! Right? she breaks out in a grin, "I get you."

She bounds up the stairs two at a time moving very lightly. Upon reaching the top step she stops and reaches out her hand to shake with each of you smiling, "Lt. Kathy Urquart. Welcome to Overnale."

Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on Overnale?"

"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away for 50 years."

She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

Eris Akus Moby

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Tue

Sep 25
2007

22:16Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

When the last passenger is off, Paris slumps tiredly against the bulkhead and smiles at Bart. "My friend, thank you--you've

been a

lifesaver--and have you ever been fishing?"

Bart has been fishing, but not deep sea fishing. :)

"mmm hummm," Bart nods absently, his eyes following the ground car.

Paris and Bart stand at the open hatchway looking out at the Lorton Starport. The air is cool, crisp, but thin with a hint of salt

in it,

The local gravity is only a little over half standard, enough

to keep

your feet down where they belong, but little enough to make moving around a pleasure. The port here is small...you can see only a few landing pads, and most are empty. What looks like another few

pads are

out beyond a high chainlink fence with tangle wire along its top...military base, maybe? The local time is late afternoon

and a few

lights are beginning to come on in the buildings here.

As you stand there a small ground car leaves the terminal area

and comes

across the tarmac toward your ship, pulling to a halt just

below the

hatch where Paris and Bart are standing. A short, stout, young

steps out from the driver's side and looks up at you.

The woman is dressed in the Starport Authority uniform of a

lieutenant.>> She reaches inside the vehicle and picks up her hat, which she plops

onto her head, a briefcase. Then she walks swiftly toward the

leading up to the hatch.

Her voice is high pitched as she looks up and calls out to you

from the

foot of the stairs, "Lieutenant Urquart of the ISA requests

to come aboard."

"Hell, pretty young women are always welcome," Bart says, his

perpetually

surprised expression shinning down on her.

"Don't worry about the Mouse, she's not near as ferocious as she

looks." He

adds, cupping his huge hand near his mouth away from the mouse,

in a loud

stage whisper, "It's just we offloaded her work, so now she's

got no body to

be bossy with but me."

"What?" Lt. Urquart says with a surprised look of her own, "Oh?"

"Oh! Right? she breaks out in a grin, "I get you."

She bounds up the stairs two at a time moving very lightly. Upon reaching the top step she stops and reaches out her hand to shake with each of you smiling, "Lt. Kathy Urquart. Welcome to Overnale."

Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on Overnale?"

"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away for 50 years."

She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the swing of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of local restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

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Wed

Sep 26
2007

19:19Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

john.sanchez wrote:

Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on Overnale?"

"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away for 50 years."

She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the swing of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of local restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

Eris Akus Moby

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Wed

Sep 26
2007

19:35Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the

of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of

restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

Paris came out carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher; all were clear and shown an amber fluid within. "Its tea, cold tea--I won't serve alcohol aboard until after 1700 ship time."

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Thu

Sep 27
2007

20:44Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

john.sanchez wrote:

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the

of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a

list of local> restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

Paris came out carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher; all were clear and shown an amber fluid within. "Its tea, cold tea--I won't serve alcohol aboard until after 1700 ship time."

"Well, I won't say no to tea." Kathy Urquart says with a smile.

Eris Akus Moby

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Thu

Sep 27
2007

21:11Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the

of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a

list of local> restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

Paris came out carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher; all were clear and shown an amber fluid within. "Its tea, cold tea--I won't serve alcohol aboard until after 1700 ship time."

"Well, I won't say no to tea." Kathy Urquart says with a smile.

"Brubaker's?" Krikor says coming into the galley. "Drinks at Brubaker's? They grill good steaks too?" he asks, holding out his hand. "I'm Krikor," he explains, "captain of this crew. Welcome aboard."

Paris almost automatically placed a glass of ice tea in Krikor's hand. "There's a general call to all crew out," she stated needlessly, "and Bart's out rounding up the others as well."

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Thu

Sep 27
2007

21:29Z

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Paris almost automatically placed a glass of ice tea in Krikor's hand. "There's a general call to all crew out," she stated needlessly, "and Bart's out rounding up the others as well."

"That looks good," Merinn says as she enters the common area. She smiles at the customs officer with a glint of interest in her eye. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant."

JR

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Thu

Sep 27
2007

22:46Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Paris almost automatically placed a glass of ice tea in Krikor's

hand.> "There's a general call to all crew out," she stated needlessly, "and

Bart's out rounding up the others as well."

"That looks good," Merinn says as she enters the common area. She smiles at the customs officer with a glint of interest in her eye. "Welcome aboard,Lieutenant."

Paris continued to pour glasses--and handed Merinn one, and left the rest on the table for folks as they filtered in from their various stations aboard ship; she found a seat behind the others and more towards the corner.

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Fri

Sep 28
2007

01:39Z

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Paris continued to pour glasses--and handed Merinn one, and left the rest on the table for folks as they filtered in from their various stations aboard ship; she found a seat behind the others and more towards the corner.

"Thanks," Merinn nodded gratefully.

JR

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

04:28Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

On Thursday 27 September 2007 17:11:08 john.sanchez wrote:

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the

of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a

list of local> restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

Paris came out carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher; all were clear and shown an amber fluid within. "Its tea, cold tea--I won't serve alcohol aboard until after 1700 ship time."

"Well, I won't say no to tea." Kathy Urquart says with a smile.

"Brubaker's?" Krikor says coming into the galley. "Drinks at Brubaker's? They grill good steaks too?" he asks, holding out his hand. "I'm Krikor," he explains, "captain of this crew. Welcome aboard."

Paris almost automatically placed a glass of ice tea in Krikor's hand. "There's a general call to all crew out," she stated needlessly, "and Bart's out rounding up the others as well."

"Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we have a special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ... local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what umm... well... a sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew from Brubakers, where they grill a good steak. Yes, that means YOU, people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected, swollen with puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know. It's the rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning about where the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the passengers all gone yet?"

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

04:41Z

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"Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we have a special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ... local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what umm... well... a sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew from Brubakers, where they grill a good steak. Yes, that means YOU, people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected, swollen with puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know. It's the rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning about where the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the passengers all gone yet?"

"Gee, I hope they are," Merinn shakes her head and takes a long drink of tea. "That's good, Paris. Thanks."

JR

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Mon

Oct 1
2007

14:37Z

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"Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we

have a

special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ...

local, yea

local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what umm... well... a sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew from Brubakers, where they grill a good steak. Yes, that means YOU, people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected,

with

puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know.

It's the

rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning

where

the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Paris covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes went wide and her shoulders shook--but she kept the laughter quiet.

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the

passengers all gone yet?"

Her shoulders shook a bit more and she fought to regain control.

"Gee, I hope they are," Merinn shakes her head and takes a long drink of tea. "That's good, Paris. Thanks."

"You're welcome, Meri," Paris replied, "and yes, Bart, all the passengers are gone, thank you." She disappeared back into the galley--there was a snorted gale of laughter and she reappeared, her face placid again and this time, she had cookies and other light snacks upon a tray. "Help yourself," she announced to all.

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

17:14Z

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"You're welcome, Meri," Paris replied, "and yes, Bart, all the passengers are gone, thank you." She disappeared back into the galley--there was a snorted gale of laughter and she reappeared, her face placid again and this time, she had cookies and other light snacks upon a tray. "Help yourself," she announced to all.

Merinn smiles at Paris while she waits for the no doubt impressed customs officer to respond.

JR

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

20:22Z

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JR wrote:

"You're welcome, Meri," Paris replied, "and yes, Bart, all the passengers are gone, thank you." She disappeared back into the galley--there was a snorted gale of laughter and she reappeared, her face placid again and this time, she had cookies and other light snacks upon a tray. "Help yourself," she announced to all.

Merinn smiles at Paris while she waits for the no doubt impressed customs officer to respond.

The Lt. seems amused with your antics.

Eris Akus Moby

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Oct 1
2007

18:25Z

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On Oct 1, 2007, at 4:28 AM, Earl F Hampton III wrote:

Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we have a special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ... local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what umm... well... a sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew from Brubakers, where they grill a good steak. Yes, that means YOU, people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected, swollen with puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know. It's the rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning about where the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the passengers all gone yet?"

Issac walks into the crew lounge grousing about Bart. "Dammit, you jarhead, short-arm inspection drill was NOT in my contract!"

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

19:13Z

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On Monday 01 October 2007 14:25:13 Bruce Johnson wrote:

On Oct 1, 2007, at 4:28 AM, Earl F Hampton III wrote:

Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we have a special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ... local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what umm... well... a sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew from Brubakers, where they grill a good steak. Yes, that means YOU, people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected, swollen with puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know. It's the rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning about where the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the passengers all gone yet?"

Issac walks into the crew lounge grousing about Bart. "Dammit, you jarhead, short-arm inspection drill was NOT in my contract!"

Bart flings his hands in the air, knuckles crashing into the ceiling with a thump and causing the right cuff of his to tight jump suit to liberate itself from the shinny boot it was tucked in. "Stand down Doc, I don't make the rules," he says as his eyes flick motioning to the mouse toting her cheese back from the galley.

"Besides we've got company," his eyes motion the other way, toward the young Lt. while he grabs at the his seat trying to relieve the self induced wedgie.

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Sanchez, John G SSG RET

Mon

Oct 1
2007

19:43Z

10/1118 Overnale: Landing

Oh yea," Bart says taking his eyes from the young woman he hits the intercom button, "For your evening entertainment, we have a special guest this afternoon. A HOT young, umm ... well ... local, yea local will thrill us with local customs and tell us all about what

umm...> > well... a

sites of interest are good. The event will be followed by Brew

people. In the lounge, move quick or you'll miss the pictures of the infected, swollen with puss, cankered, nasty, um... well... privates. You all know. It's the rotting pleasures brief. Or you might even get duty rather than learning about where the best meat hou.. umm... well... umm steaks are good."

Flicking off the switch, "Mouse this shit is tough, are the passengers all gone yet?"

Issac walks into the crew lounge grousing about Bart. "Dammit, you jarhead, short-arm inspection drill was NOT in my contract!"

Bart flings his hands in the air, knuckles crashing into the ceiling with a thump and causing the right cuff of his to tight jump suit to liberate itself from the shinny boot it was tucked in. "Stand down Doc, I don't make the rules," he says as his eyes flick motioning to the mouse toting her cheese back from the galley.

"Besides we've got company," his eyes motion the other way, toward the young Lt. while he grabs at the his seat trying to relieve the self induced wedgie.

Paris put the tray down and stepped up to the former Marine. "Bart," she said, hands on hips imperiously, "please behave--and be nice to the doctor, you never know when his services might come in handy."

She only came up to the middle of his chest.

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Greg S

Thu

Sep 27
2007

21:03Z

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Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on Overnale?"

"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away for 50 years."

She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the swing of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of local restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

"Brubaker's?" Krikor says coming into the galley. "Drinks at Brubaker's? They grill good steaks too?" he asks, holding out his hand. "I'm Krikor," he explains, "captain of this crew. Welcome aboard."

Krikor

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

20:28Z

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Greg S wrote:

Glancing down at Bart's sidearm she adds, "Your first time on Overnale?"

"Lorton and Giffin Island have *really* serious laws against private weapon ownership, so please don't try to take your sidearm...or anything more serious than a butter knife through the externaty zone. I'd hate to find out you were dead or locked away for 50 years."

She looks from Bart to Paris and back, "There are a few local laws and regs I need to go over with your crew, if you don't mind."

Urquart adds with a smile, "Saves time and trouble later."

"I'm sure--I'm rather," Paris said, ushering the Lieutenant aboard--with a nod at Bart to keep an eye upon her--and not the swing of the woman's rear either--"surprised that such a list of local restrictions was not transmitted prior to landing."

A shrug. "This is our central crew lounge," Paris said, seating the Lieutenant, "Bart, would you summon the crew and I'll get something to drink for all?"

She stepped into the open galley--the corner of her eye still on the local officer--trust went a long way, but only as far as you let it go.

Lt. Urquart sets her briefcase on the table and takes out a padd and several sheets of paper, "Nothing for me." she calls to Paris, "But if all of you would like to join me for a drink at Brubaker's this evening, I'd be honored."

"Brubaker's?" Krikor says coming into the galley. "Drinks at Brubaker's? They grill good steaks too?" he asks, holding out his hand. "I'm Krikor," he explains, "captain of this crew. Welcome aboard."

"Pleased, to meet you Captain...Krikor?", she says glancing at her padd for a moment, "...um, oh, Captain Krikor Chevzardnazheh."

"I will not keep you, or your crew long." she says, "I just need to see your papers, do a quick check of your cargo, and pass on a few tidbits of information about the local situation."

"The last isn't a requirement, but we at hte Starport Authority here on Overnale think letting visiting crews know a few things saves *everyone* a lot of time and trouble." she adds with a smile.

Eris Akus Moby

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Mon

Oct 1
2007

20:38Z

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"Pleased, to meet you Captain...Krikor?", she says glancing at her padd for a moment, "...um, oh, Captain Krikor Chevzardnazheh."

"I will not keep you, or your crew long." she says, "I just need to see your papers, do a quick check of your cargo, and pass on a few tidbits of information about the local situation."

"The last isn't a requirement, but we at hte Starport Authority here on Overnale think letting visiting crews know a few things saves *everyone* a lot of time and trouble." she adds with a smile.

Merinn nods in complete agreement. "I appreciate that, Lieutenant. I've had enough trouble on-planet."

JR

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Greg S

Tue

Oct 2
2007

12:48Z

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"Pleased, to meet you Captain...Krikor?", she says glancing at her padd for a moment, "...um, oh, Captain Krikor Chevzardnazheh."

"Good job!" he says, nodding at her use of his name. "Krikor if its easier."

"I will not keep you, or your crew long." she says, "I just need to see your papers, do a quick check of your cargo, and pass on a few tidbits of information about the local situation."

"The last isn't a requirement, but we at hte Starport Authority here on Overnale think letting visiting crews know a few things saves *everyone* a lot of time and trouble." she adds with a smile.

Merinn nods in complete agreement. "I appreciate that, Lieutenant. I've had enough trouble on-planet."

"Well then," Krikor says as the crew is gathered. "We are at your disposal. Here are the documents you need," he indicates the necessary records that Paris had pulled, "and when you are done, I have a couple of logistic type questions."

Krikor

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Wed

Oct 10
2007

01:38Z

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Greg S wrote:

"Pleased, to meet you Captain...Krikor?", she says glancing at her padd for a moment, "...um, oh, Captain Krikor Chevzardnazheh."

"Good job!" he says, nodding at her use of his name. "Krikor if its easier."

"I will not keep you, or your crew long." she says, "I just need to see your papers, do a quick check of your cargo, and pass on a few tidbits of information about the local situation."

"The last isn't a requirement, but we at hte Starport Authority here on Overnale think letting visiting crews know a few things saves *everyone* a lot of time and trouble." she adds with a smile.

Merinn nods in complete agreement. "I appreciate that, Lieutenant. I've had enough trouble on-planet."

"Well then," Krikor says as the crew is gathered. "We are at your disposal. Here are the documents you need," he indicates the necessary records that Paris had pulled, "and when you are done, I have a couple of logistic type questions."

Lt. Nancy Urquart stands and says, "First, welcome to Overnale. My name is Lieutenant Urguart of the Imperial Starport Authority. The official starport here on Overnale is here at Lorton and the ISA is, naturally, in charge within the limits of the port, and that includes the 'startown' inside the port's fences. Our authority does *not* extend to the port at Parlek, nor outside the fences in Lorton territory, nor elsewhere on the planet."

She draws a breath then continues, "I tell you this, because Lorton has some *very* restrictive...stringent even...laws. Especially concerning weapons. Please, don't get caught with *any* sort of weapon outside the externaty lines or you'll be facing a long, long stretch in the penal farms."

"The rest of the countries on this planet have much less severe laws concerning weapons, and you can get information about