Where's the bathroom around here? A fat drunk Klingon pointed me in this direction but...
What in the world are you listening to Fat Klingons for? Let alone drunk. He probably smelled my undone laundry and was mistaken. Then again It may have been Kreituns unwashed ready room he was evilly sending you to.:eek:
Most cannot imagine the tedium of working on a prototype Super Galaxy class starship as an executive temporal consultant and scientific bridge designer. Rc sometimes wished that he tear someones ears off when they ask him for the umpteenth time how he adapted to the local time bubble, what the experts called the local temporal inversion stasis double bubble. His bridge crew was helping to teach the junior officers rotating through the ship sponsored by the Academy. None of them knew if it was to keep this rowdy crew reined in or if they actually revered as worthy experts.
The taco Saturday incident was somewhat interesting when a slightly lubricated Skipper bent down to kiss Fannies upper cleavage, forgetting she is allergic to soy based fillers, let alone scotch bonnet hot sauce. A perfect red raised splotch shaped like his lips, appeared on her skin within a minute. Spike treated her right away but warned the mark would be there for a while. She then turned to rc and said, you know I was thinking of a tattoo on my butt, maybe you can help me? Not one to miss a moment, Spike I am more than happy to prove Ill kiss the best 1st Officers Aft right here on the bridge! Of course, his timing could not be worse. The Academys Administrative staff with the new honor students had just stepped off the turbo lift.:o
One of the pleasures of being an Admiral in charge of a prototype ship is you do get to use the holosuite when you want. It had been too long since rc saw a real battle so he signed in as his second favorite toon Redskirt, based on a fierce Orion General. Sure enough There was Kilith, Rock, Merc, and Ankar Misla, chomping at the bit ready to go. Rc did hesitate as Rock has seen a few bad simulation efforts of the sci guy in the past. He had plenty of the rare Borg brewed whiskey from the Sci Pod of the Who R U. While this huge new cruiser had plenty of places to make room for a still, Twialik was not comfortable with the Zen of the stills new location. Rc was a bit worried about paying bets with what might be a dwindling surplus of fine rare whiskey.
There was no need to worry. Despite his slow start and getting his gear straight, the team was smoking through the sim, and the tactical hologram in the swishing redskirt/loincloth was a great help, as well. He shouldnt be surprised since the Unrepentant Fleet is always well equipped, if you know what I Mean!? Each of the other Captains did receive a bottle of the brew, as a thank you for the invite.
Meanwhile; Rc looked forward to putting the healing salve on Fannies skin rash.;)
"Earth Space Dock, This is NCC-91799-U. Requesting clearance to Sol Sector from warp"
Before the ESD controllers could even answer, The USS Chesapeake dropped in from high warp in a shower of colors from the shielding. The booming thunderclap of sound reverberating throughout the hull of the cruiser, and the pylon stress warnings bleeping from the Engineering station told Adm. Rock that both his Chief Engineer and the First Officer conspired to make the Chesapeake's return from a galaxy far far away one befitting the ship.
Rock sighed, knowing he was happy to be back among the fleet once again.
And as predictably - Adm. Rock was paged almost immediately. Seems Risa would have to wait a little longer. Kilith, Merc and Ankar, all new to the U-Fleet since Rock temporary Force absence were gearing up for a run. And just as predictably, Adm. Raincrow chimed in to join the merry bunch on a 'shoot and scoot' mission.
Rock Hailed the other captain: "RC - be happy to have you along. I seem to be running short on, uumm... Social beverages. How can I con you into giving up more of that rather fine recipe you generously donated to me for keeping silence on that whole Ina Goodhands incursion?"
....Rock could hear RC grimacing throughout the reply....
"Look Rock - A few incursions and indiscretions here and there, and you never let me forget it, huh? Fine - we will put a case up. But you better be ready to work. I know you were slacking in that other galaxy, but there are no mystics here. RC out."
RC finally joined in with Kilith, Merc and Ankar. Merc was certainly living up to the "Merc" reputation and gleefully melting anything he could find, while Kilith and Ankar proved that while finesse may not be a strong point, handing out large quantities of hurt certainly was. Rock ran with the group, providing support, backup firepower, and generally making sure things didn't get TOO out of hand.
Finally clearing the multi-level generator room, the party ran out to the final stage. Minus one person. Across the comms, the team heard "UUmm..are you up one level, or down one level?" It was RC. Seems RC was much better with mapping anatomy, than mapping locations. Rock ran back to find the wayward soul, grinning as he did "No problem RC. Would you need directions to my ship when you drop off that case of whiskey you now owe me?"
The scowl on RC's face - knowing that Rock would be the one to come back after him - was worth it.
The team moved to the final stage, and found a moderately aggravated reception from the baddies. Which was fine, as the team had a highly advanced case of aggression to reward them with, clearing the room in record time.
Rock, beaming up to the Chesapeake, and giving orders to set course for Risa, reflected....
[QUOTE=RStoney;. Seems RC was much better with mapping anatomy, than mapping locations. .[/QUOTE]
"Well we do like to stay in practice!:rolleyes: By the way, isn't it time for your crew's examinatons, Spike and I can make our selves available, save you time at ESD!"
"Dangit RC, a couple of my yeoman we useles for 2 days all hung over and dreamy eyed, and I don't know what you are feeding Spike but my big Burly Orion Security Groud leader was weak for days."
Laughter on the Bacchus was heard...
"You're on the Bridge, aren't you, not the ready room?"
"Correct Rock!, Now you owe me some of that Tholian Fire Ale you have for 'pulling an RC" on open Comms! Bacchus out!"
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* Bonus points if you know who that is without looking it up
You get bonus points anyways. Because we kneel to Zod.
Is Zod silent because he is supreme ruler of all that we know? On3 does not have to explain himself when in that position of power lol
oh and do mean Obi haha im an enabler.. i kiss good butt dont I?
Groovy baby.
You know how I roll.
Continue serving me well and I shall grant you dominion over Australia.
Yes master. Domination over all the aussie women.. I mean the continent.
Better than the planet Houston.
Learn 2 Geography.
Come join unrepentant where you can learn new geography and get the treasure map to the subterranian continent Australia in Planet Houston.;)
And more werds,just keep your pants to youself
Have fun!
What in the world are you listening to Fat Klingons for? Let alone drunk. He probably smelled my undone laundry and was mistaken. Then again It may have been Kreituns unwashed ready room he was evilly sending you to.:eek:
The taco Saturday incident was somewhat interesting when a slightly lubricated Skipper bent down to kiss Fannies upper cleavage, forgetting she is allergic to soy based fillers, let alone scotch bonnet hot sauce. A perfect red raised splotch shaped like his lips, appeared on her skin within a minute. Spike treated her right away but warned the mark would be there for a while. She then turned to rc and said, you know I was thinking of a tattoo on my butt, maybe you can help me? Not one to miss a moment, Spike I am more than happy to prove Ill kiss the best 1st Officers Aft right here on the bridge! Of course, his timing could not be worse. The Academys Administrative staff with the new honor students had just stepped off the turbo lift.:o
One of the pleasures of being an Admiral in charge of a prototype ship is you do get to use the holosuite when you want. It had been too long since rc saw a real battle so he signed in as his second favorite toon Redskirt, based on a fierce Orion General. Sure enough There was Kilith, Rock, Merc, and Ankar Misla, chomping at the bit ready to go. Rc did hesitate as Rock has seen a few bad simulation efforts of the sci guy in the past. He had plenty of the rare Borg brewed whiskey from the Sci Pod of the Who R U. While this huge new cruiser had plenty of places to make room for a still, Twialik was not comfortable with the Zen of the stills new location. Rc was a bit worried about paying bets with what might be a dwindling surplus of fine rare whiskey.
There was no need to worry. Despite his slow start and getting his gear straight, the team was smoking through the sim, and the tactical hologram in the swishing redskirt/loincloth was a great help, as well. He shouldnt be surprised since the Unrepentant Fleet is always well equipped, if you know what I Mean!? Each of the other Captains did receive a bottle of the brew, as a thank you for the invite.
Meanwhile; Rc looked forward to putting the healing salve on Fannies skin rash.;)
I've been sick as hell the past few days. Too sick for STO even. Don't worry, though, the beatings will continue upon my return.
Before the ESD controllers could even answer, The USS Chesapeake dropped in from high warp in a shower of colors from the shielding. The booming thunderclap of sound reverberating throughout the hull of the cruiser, and the pylon stress warnings bleeping from the Engineering station told Adm. Rock that both his Chief Engineer and the First Officer conspired to make the Chesapeake's return from a galaxy far far away one befitting the ship.
Rock sighed, knowing he was happy to be back among the fleet once again.
And as predictably - Adm. Rock was paged almost immediately. Seems Risa would have to wait a little longer. Kilith, Merc and Ankar, all new to the U-Fleet since Rock temporary Force absence were gearing up for a run. And just as predictably, Adm. Raincrow chimed in to join the merry bunch on a 'shoot and scoot' mission.
Rock Hailed the other captain: "RC - be happy to have you along. I seem to be running short on, uumm... Social beverages. How can I con you into giving up more of that rather fine recipe you generously donated to me for keeping silence on that whole Ina Goodhands incursion?"
....Rock could hear RC grimacing throughout the reply....
"Look Rock - A few incursions and indiscretions here and there, and you never let me forget it, huh? Fine - we will put a case up. But you better be ready to work. I know you were slacking in that other galaxy, but there are no mystics here. RC out."
RC finally joined in with Kilith, Merc and Ankar. Merc was certainly living up to the "Merc" reputation and gleefully melting anything he could find, while Kilith and Ankar proved that while finesse may not be a strong point, handing out large quantities of hurt certainly was. Rock ran with the group, providing support, backup firepower, and generally making sure things didn't get TOO out of hand.
Finally clearing the multi-level generator room, the party ran out to the final stage. Minus one person. Across the comms, the team heard "UUmm..are you up one level, or down one level?" It was RC. Seems RC was much better with mapping anatomy, than mapping locations. Rock ran back to find the wayward soul, grinning as he did "No problem RC. Would you need directions to my ship when you drop off that case of whiskey you now owe me?"
The scowl on RC's face - knowing that Rock would be the one to come back after him - was worth it.
The team moved to the final stage, and found a moderately aggravated reception from the baddies. Which was fine, as the team had a highly advanced case of aggression to reward them with, clearing the room in record time.
Rock, beaming up to the Chesapeake, and giving orders to set course for Risa, reflected....
It is good to be home.
"Well we do like to stay in practice!:rolleyes: By the way, isn't it time for your crew's examinatons, Spike and I can make our selves available, save you time at ESD!"
"Dangit RC, a couple of my yeoman we useles for 2 days all hung over and dreamy eyed, and I don't know what you are feeding Spike but my big Burly Orion Security Groud leader was weak for days."
Laughter on the Bacchus was heard...
"You're on the Bridge, aren't you, not the ready room?"
"Correct Rock!, Now you owe me some of that Tholian Fire Ale you have for 'pulling an RC" on open Comms! Bacchus out!"
Is that a threat or a promise?
For you. Both. Since I like you.