In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 29):

"Uhhhm... I don't know. ..It doesn't do much.".

Sam sipped at her not-do-hot chocolate. Sitting on the bed she looked up at Garrat curiously.
Her eyes were about even with his knee.

"You like Daddy... quite a bunch, right?"

In reply to Sam (msg # 30):

Garrat felt he was unqualified to pursue the dark spot so he went with the change in subject.  "Yes, I do.  I like all the mech people.  They are required to be close to their machines in order to operate them.  I am used to wearing equipment that worked like a mech.

   We were just talking at a coffee place near your house, trying to come up with new ways to prevent what happened to your father from happening again to someone else.  We came up with a plan but don't have the contacts to make it happen.  I think you do.

In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 31):

Sams eyes brightened up. "Jo Mac is nice.

   ..I can help? Okay... what can I do?"

"Two things actually.  I need to get ahold of the toy man you met at the party, I think he can help us produce miniatures of our equipment so we can have mock battles and see how new equipment would work in real life.

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  beth   taps on the door softly,..SGT?... maybe  wrap it up. Sam's  got to get some sleep, so she  can be a bit fresh for her  dad tomorrow ..  she  gives a slight  smile and heads  Back out to the front.

    Yes maam." Garrat picks Sam up and gives her a hug.  "Sorry girl, I gotta go catch some shut eye myself.  I'll see you tomorrow."
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In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 35):

"Sure? ..Thank you Mr Garrat..." 

Sam enjoyed the all-too-brief hug, almost smiled, then waved goodbye as Garrat departed.

...Then she felt rather lonely in the isolated room....

Being ...ALL Alone... was something very strange to her.

Sleep would be a good thing if she didn't have the nightmares all night...

She lay down and took out her handheld to look at Pics for a time.


------------->> Med Lab 2 (post #990)
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Roy entered, moving at a casual pace, thoroughly unconcerned for the time being.  He gave a nod to the Duty Officer, moved into his office, and sat down, scanning over the security reports from the shoreleave period and skimming through the personnel files of the new transfers.

Not because he expected trouble from any of them, but out of habit, he had half an eye open for any potential connections to the EDT, EVOLs, or other suspicious groups.  The battle lines were being clarified...but that didn't mean that nobody was trying to slip people into circulation again.  He had nothing specific to look for...mostly, he just trusted his instincts to pick up on any anomalous statements in any of the files.

  Beth and Lyri returned. Beth sitting  at her  desk, blowing a  breath upwards  that caused her Bangs  to move, then started on the Pile Of Goodies  from the  Ops.

 Lyri was answering COMs from those that built up while she was away. Sending SEC troopers to  'see what the problem was'

 or   Just COMing  and explaining to those who called   why we had to do this, or why we could not do that...

Roy sighed after reading for a while...the reports were all routine stuff.  Yes, there were some crew members who had some issues, but nothing that warranted further investigation.  Likewise, nothing in the incoming crew personnel files set off any alarms.  For once, it looked like shoreleave had been all according to plan and routine...

Well, if you consider assassinating slavers and uncovering a new covert organization building off the surviving EVOL leadership routine...then, yeah...  He chuckled quietly to himself at the notion of something like that feeling routine to him.  If anything, he'd like to see it become more commonplace...not because he enjoyed it, but because missions like that meant they were uncovering EVOL/EDT operations and shutting them down.

His reverie on the matter was interrupted by the announcement over the ship's PA, summoning him and others to the bridge.  He set the files aside, and met Lyri at his office door.  "Yeah, I heard," he answered before she could ask.

"Let's go see what's up..."  It was rare that he and Lyri were both called to the same meetings.  His curiosity was piqued...

Exits to Bridge...

--------------> from rec deck
Hunter walks briskly down the corridor to the Security Office. His stick beating time as he walks. Approaching the door he checks for gaurds

  The Guards    Look at Hunter , the  CPL at the door says,..There's a Red Alert  Sarge?..Did   Master Chief  send for you?

Hunter showing amusement and irritation in equal measure replies. "NOPE, came here to see if I could help, I would normally be off ship by now."
"But medical had not freed me."
Hunter waits calmly and with out threat to see their reactions

  The CPL looks at the   PVT with him, the   private shrugs and nods, The CPL turns to Hunter.....alright, Sarge?  Go in..But if  theMC tells you to leave? Listen to her?

 the doors open  Hnuter  sees a very cross  Lyri snapping orders.  Lyri has he r sniper  rifle  shoulders    and her melmet is on her desk, the   3  folks at computer s  ave thie r chest armor  on and   weapons on their  desks or leaning on them.

  Lyri Looks  at Hunter,... So?  the   whol dame   field has  pirates and slavers   and whatever the 9 hells is hiding out here? And I get left  home like  i'm barefoot  and Pregnant.... she is not a happy camper.

 Hunter nods in agreement, "not here to cause trouble Cpl".
"Just to try and help, full agreement on your statements from me that's for sure".
he enters and looks at Lyri, "What can I do to help you all. and do not say run a marathon, bit lame for that for today".
"And come to that what in the seven Hells is going on"

  Lyri Points to the ever changing  Screens,..there's a firefight  in the mine, we can't  see most of it at all.... there  some big thing closing in on it  and the Fighters are up., The Admiral called   2  more ships off the Blockade to help.....

Hunter looks at it at nods "looks like an old fashioned smoke screen"
"I wonder what it is hiding"
"Okay so how can I help?"

  Lyri looks  over the Screens,..well?..I triggered the  Red Alert, so all ship's  personell should be at thier  stations. Right now?..Beth is  in the Shed  with   the admirals and Morris. Rivets  is  clearing the Dec  making  room  for damaged   fighters  and Evac  shuttles

  Her  right  arm  grabs the sling of her sniper  rifle,...we  will try to  help  with  the   teams  in the mine, the best we  can, and if  we get board, SEC has to make sure , nothing gets to  SEC, MedTech or the QMs...of course.. if  we're fighting in the HAnger Dec, we might  be pretty much screwed....

 Her eyes shift to the screens  , watching the the Mass grow closer, and waiting for Coms  from the   shouts  and chatter in the mine.

Hunter nods "understood." "If you attach me to Sec for the duration of this alert I can get to QM's and my heavy armour."
"And help man the week points, or areas you need extra help in"
 "Yish I wish I had known about Raja's weakness I could do with his strong arm right now."

  SHe  Motioned to e Rack of Helmets,..Put on one  of those, they have COM Links to SEC, just return it after the alert.

 There  was More Chatter    As she Listened to Shadow's  Challenge to the MAss. She   Answered  Absentmindly ,..Hard  to  just species  that see you as a walking sandwich...Nothing for it now..we have   people to worry about .

  She Looks up from the screens,..are you cleared?

Hunter chuckles
" Cleared for black ops yes
Cleared to do the Admirals Will yes

  her  eyes  Narrow,..Should i call Stefi?..or you gonna tell me? She straightens up a  bit   her hands on her hips.

In reply to Lyri (msg # 51):

Hunter "What the hell are you on about. I am cleared to fight for the ESN and this ship against it foes. The master Sgt trusts me to get things done"

  The   master chiefs   Pretty eyebrows  Narrow,..Last time i checked?... she motions  to the screens, SGT Maj  Spencer   is  in the Mine, not  in Med tech?

In reply to Lyri (msg # 53):

Hunters mind goes click as he realises what is being asked him. "Medically I am cleared to fight, as long as I am careful". I have a slight limp"