Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Tara A *peeved*: Little girl?!!
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
Chris: I know one thing, I want and need to make sure that face dancer doesn't hurt anyone else..
Assassin: Interesting.. but I think you two *Looking at the vent * need to see this.. and quit being stealthy you really stink at it.. kids..
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Tara A *peeved*: Little girl?!!
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
Chris: I know one thing, I want and need to make sure that face dancer doesn't hurt anyone else..
Assassin: Interesting.. but I think you two *Looking at the vent * need to see this.. and quit being stealthy you really stink at it.. kids..
Eight: I think she is a time traveler. *Points at Tara*
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Tara A *peeved*: Little girl?!!
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
Chris: I know one thing, I want and need to make sure that face dancer doesn't hurt anyone else..
Assassin: Interesting.. but I think you two *Looking at the vent * need to see this.. and quit being stealthy you really stink at it.. kids..
Jack: I'm gonna kill 'im...
Tara A: Get in line...
*They come out of the Jefferies' Tube, with Ryan raising his phaser.*
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Assassin: Sheesh *A beam hits him square in the head sending him back.. *
*The device the Face Dancer planted goes off creating a high pitched sound crippling everyone in the room.. except him.. Chris and company stumble in as Kara is seen trying to get to them.. but the Face Dancer grabs her and drags her to the pad..and transports to the colony below in a new form..*
*The high pitched sound stops *
Chris: Kara!! Damn it..
Ross: Hey easy.. something is up... who is that?
*They look at the seemingly dead Assassin.. *
Bat'rak: Whatever he was is no matter now..
*Ryan scans the corpse with his tricorder.*
*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Tara A *peeved*: Little girl?!!
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
Chris: I know one thing, I want and need to make sure that face dancer doesn't hurt anyone else..
Assassin: Interesting.. but I think you two *Looking at the vent * need to see this.. and quit being stealthy you really stink at it.. kids..
Eight: I think she is a time traveler. *Points at Tara*
Assassin: What does the liberated drone win Johnny?
*The assassin pops in with a gameshow outfit with a prize trinket... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Eight: Woah calm down! *she gets hit by a neural blast.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
OOC: Did you miss the post on the other thread?
OoC: Which one? Also I feel like I'm being a little excluded here since you guys are basically ignoring my character 90% of the time.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
OOC: Did you miss the post on the other thread?
OoC: Which one? Also I feel like I'm being a little excluded here since you guys are basically ignoring my character 90% of the time.
OOC: Nevermind, I missed your response.
To be fair, I was expecting Allen to carry on based on your post.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Eight: Am I stuck here then?
You can go with Ensign Allen or you can come with me. It's up to you.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Eight: Am I stuck here then?
You can go with Ensign Allen or you can come with me. It's up to you.
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Tara A: You have active imaginations. Actually, I'm from Starfleet Intelligence.
Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
Eight: Am I stuck here then?
You can go with Ensign Allen or you can come with me. It's up to you.
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*Shelana takes the mask off and shows cancerous growths all over the face but human eyes along with a few burns from the point of impact. He jerks awake..*
Assassin: *The burns heal..* Who was the wise crack that shot me?
*He looks at Shelana..*
Oh my!! Hello baby..
Shelana: Disgusting.. *Smacks the assassin across the face and tossing his mask back to him* Put that on save us the trouble..
Assassin: Ooo Ice Queen...
*Ross smirks at Shelana.. and thinks to himself.. Well she can take care of herself..*
Chris: Something is odd about this.. *He picks up the communication device that came off the assassin* This is not technology that I am aware of..
Assassin: Of course its not.. But why I am here is different..
*He puts the mask back on and recognizes Chris*
Hey your... ooo that clever son of a... Well thats what I get for listening to a talking cat man..
Bat'rak: This is not a typical human is he? He is much more..
*The Assassin is suddenly on a kiddy ride rocking back and forth...*
Crazy...
Assassin: Look you can't know what me and the other two people are doing but that... uh.. thing your after.. is what we are after.
*He can hear a very familiar annoyance in the voice that complains in the ducts above.. *
Reedus: Come on out.. Now!!
*Tara A tries to make them forget.*
Jack: I know that stench...
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Assassin: Long time Jack.. But no visit? Eh.. still short I see.. Oh and tell that little girl to stop trying Cat man made that impossible.. Trust me I tried..
Tara A *peeved*: Little girl?!!
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
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Chris: I know one thing, I want and need to make sure that face dancer doesn't hurt anyone else..
Assassin: Interesting.. but I think you two *Looking at the vent * need to see this.. and quit being stealthy you really stink at it.. kids..
Eight: I think she is a time traveler. *Points at Tara*
Jack: I'm gonna kill 'im...
Tara A: Get in line...
*They come out of the Jefferies' Tube, with Ryan raising his phaser.*
Ryan: Who are you?
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Irons is in a command center like room
Irons: do we know what the Borg are after.
Cole: how the hell should I know. I sent thorne and his team planet side.
He shakes as the ship is hit.
Irons: try to find out what they are doing. We need to be a step ahead of them.
Cole: I'll do what I ca . Cole out.
Irons stands there a moment in thought
Irons: try to get a hold of our section 31 agent in the area see what the hell is going on.
Moore: on it.
Assassin: What does the liberated drone win Johnny?
*The assassin pops in with a gameshow outfit with a prize trinket... *
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Reedus: *Smirks* Yeah and I am Mickey Mouse.. I know everyone in Starfleet Intelligence and the director.. I don't know you..
*He takes out a cigarette and lights it..* You do look familiar in a different way..
Eight: *taps his implant* I can see some weird temporal stuff coming off of you. And you do look a tad familiar.
Tara A: No I don't.
*He feels his throat tightening carefully.*
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Reedus: *Looks at her realizing the connection as he gives a look at Chris... and relaxes continuing to smoke.. the smile unnerves Tara A at how calm it is.. but she does see the relation finally as hard as it is to see.*
Tara A: You bas****...
*She throws him telekinetically across the room, cracking the walls of the transporter.*
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Eight: Woah calm down! *she gets hit by a neural blast.*
Reedus: *Smirking breaths out smoke..* Hot headed.. its a family trait..
Chris: What?
Assassin: Jesus.. little girl calm down.. look at yourself..
*Tara A feels something odd as she realizes she can't harm him.. not if she wants to exist... *
Tara A: Shut up...
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OoC: I'm pretty sure since she is from an alternate universe killing him wouldn't affect her in any way.
Eight: Dammit is this thing useless? *looks at his arm where the neural blast comes out of*
OOC: Did you miss the post on the other thread?
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*OOC: Wink wink.. Working on something.. *
OoC: Which one? Also I feel like I'm being a little excluded here since you guys are basically ignoring my character 90% of the time.
OOC: Nevermind, I missed your response.
To be fair, I was expecting Allen to carry on based on your post.
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Chris: Calm down.. I don't like him here as much as you do but there is no sense in hiding it.. But killing him is just going to show him how his precious secrets are worth keeping..
Ross: What are we going to do..
*Northman suddenly arrives on the pad.. looking around.. *
Northman: Uh what is going on?
*He looks at Chris...* Um.. friend of yours holding him up?
Ross: He has that effect on people apparently.
Northman: Chris.. The Borg have invaded the ship..
Chris: Your kidding..
Northman: No.. But it also seems that the Borg are also hitting the Klingons now..
Bat'rak: Where?
Northman: Along the Fluctuating Romulan border.. its spreading..
Chris: Is the ship doomed?
Northman: This one no.. Osterman and that old dingy ship definitely are..
Chris: Look Northman gather who you can here.. I am taking an away team to help the colony and find Kara.. Whoever doesn't want to come with me stays here and helps get the ship back in order and continue the fight..
Northman: Alright.. I can do that.. *He breathes hard..*
Chris: You can alright.. now go..
If we are done lets go..
Thorne: damn is there no security force left. Start clearing the area out. Keep your eyes open and if you see a hostile vaporize them.
Ryan: I need to get back to the Cleveland.
Tala: I'll go with you. Last report was the ship was being invaded - you'll need an escort.
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Eight: Am I stuck here then?
You can go with Ensign Allen or you can come with me. It's up to you.
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Eight: I guess I'll go with you?
Ryan: In that case, welcome aboard.
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