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OOC: Okay, this is the main thread for the Mech Tournament. The OOC thread is here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=453752). The OOC thread that has already been made will be used for any OOC discussion. This will allow us to avoid any OOC clutter in the IC threads.

IC: Orbiting the fourth planet in the Zoidian star system was a Regash class (http://www.b5tech.com/centauri/centauriships/centauricapships/centauribase.jpg) space station. This 4,000 meter station, a joint build between SeaQuest and Planet Zi, the Activision, was to serve as the orbital base of operations for the planned Mech Tournament.

A message was broadcast on all frequencies:

To: All Interested Parties
From: Zoidian Mech Battle Commision

The first international Mech Battle Tournament is soon to start. Feel free to send a representative to this event. This event is almost guaranteed to be a good show.

Another message was sent to all who had signed up to participate in the event. It simply said: "It is time. We await your arraival at the Tournament planet."

Ten SeaQuestian Liandra class (http://www.b5tech.com/isa/lilandra/lilandra.jpg) patrol cutters helped the in-system Zoidian forces. They were on loan from the SeaQuestian Imperial Navy to act as patrol and police ships during the tournament.

OOC: Last post for the night.

On the outskirts of the system (Jumping straight in is liable to get someone shot) two ships materialised, one considerably smaller than the other. As they approached the planet, they were communicating on an open channel and everyone could hear the conversation.

"Look, Shaun, the next time you need an escort stop bloody getting ME to do it! There's a freaking war going on!"

"Alright, Alright, I'll get weapons next time."

"Yeesh. I swear, if I have to go through this one more tim-"

"Well, we're here and it looks like they've got security."

"FINALLY!"

A smallish freighter proceeded to the station, whilst a battlecruiser followed behind it, explained that it had been providing escort services for the team, and proceeded to turn around and head off.

At this point, the freighter hailed the station.

~Open Communications Link~
This is the Team Resipisco Home Transport, checking in.

Requesting permission for long term docking.

Three Zephym class Light Scout Cruiser's appeared first. They did a quick scan of the system and, agreeing it was safe, messaged the Arivna. Within seconds the massive hulk of the prison 'cube' Arivna came out of the void. She hailed all ships and planets in the system.

This is Admiral Alexi Stanovich, Head Warden of Warshrike prison system Arivna. We are her in regards to the tournament and wish no conflict with any parties located within the system. Of course, team Renegade is here. We will now proceed to scan the arena planet and despatch our team to the local space station for docking. I will accompany them.

Two ships then departed from the cube, one was the Cruiser that would be used in the tourney, the other was a small cruiser fit for 20 men... Namely the warden and his guards. A few other ships, seen as black smudges from the high speed, flew to and around the planet as the larger ships docked with the station. Warden Alexi, used to law and order, opened both ships for inspection by any security teams as required by the standered of the Warshrike empire.

In space a massive Midway Mk. III Megacarrier Folds into the sytem. (http://shimg.163.com/vbspace/voyager/gamebak/wc/wcp_sc/07wcp036.jpg) A remnant of the great Dratherian Republic the ship glides closer to the planet it's new name is Dratheria's Legacy in honor that it is the largest ship known to have survived the war with the GE. The ship's massive bulk was that of a massive fortress carrying a capacity for 600 starfighters, 8 Hercules Landing Craft, and over 100 Mobile Suits. She was also equipped with the deadly Fold Cannon and was designed to be the last defense for the nation. But it had survived and when the Arcorans had disappeared the human crew had been left alone on the ship where they began to collect other human members to start a rogue fleet. So far they had, had a lot of success in their mission calling up powerful beings and warriors from all over the Dratherian Republic. They had a rather large fleet consisting of over 50 starships. The fleet actually kept a base not far from Nephele having moved the base after the war and now it's location was kept secret. The ship began sending out a friendly ID signal stating their business here and their flight plan in orbit around the planet. Aboard an officer known as Lt Nova called ofr all monitering stations to ready themselves for the first fight so they could collect data on everything. Slowly the bays opened up and landing craft came flying down through the atmosphere carrying their precious cargo. Inside the lead ship sat the various soldiers recruited for the cause of the Rogue Fleet originally created by John Mercer. Ten marines from the Blood Ravens stood guard in the ship and all inside were calm as the landing vessel barreled through the atmosphere. Inside the other ships were equipment, spare parts, and of course the Mechs. The ships landed at their base on a small mesa there all tech and equipment were quickly unloaded and the ten Marines followed them into the base Kiltas walked into the lounge in the base and ordered the Marines to leave and do what they will telling them they would not be needed. He walked forward and sat down with Kara close behind him as Lortas secluded himself in the tech labs and hanger preparing the mechs for their first battle. Kiltas spoke then, "So Kara do you think we can win this tournament?" However before she spoke he already knew her answer and said, "It'll be difficult but trust me it will be fun." She was angry now and spoke up, "You know I hate it when you do that. Stay out of my head it gets annoying." She flexed her left arm and a blade shot out and extended to full length. and her combat armor expanded on her right arm as a metallic shield folded out of her right arm. she put on her gold headset and Kiltas laughed saying, "Ok, ok I understand I won't do it again." Kara laughed and said, "Yeah sorry I'm still learning to completely control that. Anyhow with this inhibitor on it should make it very hard for you to get any reading off me." These inhibitors had been built by the Dratherians and were used in their combat helmets to prevent other Psykers from knowing their plans. Before the second Rogue Fleet was created this technology had been integrated into any combat suit for the purpose of fighting beings from the forces of Chaos. Elsewhere on the base Gosconue, Kail, and Lirtas settled in as Kiltas and Kara held each other close in the lounge watching for the new day through the large bay window and simultaneously a thought ran thorugh their heads, Now just to wait for the next battle.

A single ship, emblazoned with the slightly-disturbing, outlandishly large Gadget Corporation Logo (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/LargeGadgetCorpLogo.png), screamed through the vastness of space while lighting up everything around it with its literal millions of lights, most of which were for show. It spun as it moved, resembling a hover-frisbee disk in both its appearence and flight pattern, for this particular ship was a Vortian Nanosaucer (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/Ships/VortianNanosaucer.png), a giant, plate-shaped vessel engineered specifically for space combat. Not that this ship would be doing any fighting. No, it was on a single transportation mission, traveling to the Zoidian star system to drop off the members and mechs of the Aeon team. However, no one knew quite why they chose to send this ship, for it was truely immense, measuring over two-thousand meters in diameter, and the team only consisted of three people and four mechs.

They did not ask questions, though, and simply continued towards their destination, which was less than five light minutes away at the moment. They would arrive is about twenty-to-thirty seconds, and the Aeon Team was already in the designated D-Class Freighter in the hangar, which would carry them, and their mechs, to the station, since the Nanosaucer itself couldn't dock at a facility less than twice its size.

The massive Vortian ship stopped close enough to the station so that, if you had a strong pair of binoculars and looked out a window, you could almost see someone looking through a window on the ship. Not quite, but almost.

A large hatchway opened on the bottom of the saucer-vessel, and a tiny (compared to the Nanosaucer), winged, box-like craft, also with the GadgetCorp Logo, popped out, flying closer to the station and sending a communications feed.

"This is the Aeon Team, reporting for the Mech tournament, and requesting permission to dock."

The response was given to all ships requesting docking clearance. Each was directed to either an external docking port or the internal hanger depending on the size of the craft.

An additional message was sent to the Warshrike ship:
Admiral Stanovich, will you require any security personnel to meet your team at the airlock?

This is Warden-Admiral Stanovich. If you wish, send them on down. You do not inspect ships?? Your security is bad, no offense. Our security forces should be able to handle the prisoners... May I ask where your ships quarter's are. We have promised that in return for behaviour they may have free range aboard the space station. Also while we are in the system we will help with all security required.

Team Renegade cam aboard. There was also 18 Praetor guards surrounding them, and leading the group was a man wearing classic earth admiral gear with them. Stanovich. They awaited any Zi security forces or delegates who may of greeted them.

The Hake'll which was the out-ridder, engine and primary crew compartments for the Hake slid into the system around the planet where the tournament was being held. As the Spectral Team resettled, Illiad got on the comm and sent out a message.

This is Spectral Team, requesting permission to dock, land or whatever the heck we're suppose to do.

"You didn't have to be so hostile." Victor commented
"Ya dad." Kip commented, even thought she had no relation to Illiad whatsoever.
"Ya ya ya, see if I repair your mechs the next time you bash them up." He grumbled in a paternal way.

The Paradigm Shift, and its escort, Free Fall, translated into the system right on the Tsukyama limit, and immediately began accelerating in system at about 400 gees, before transmitting a request for docking clearance.

This is the DominionTransport Paradigm Shift, requesting inbound vector and clearance to dock atthe station, please reply soonest.

The transport ship Mensajero burst into realspace in the Zoidian system and transmitted a message.

This is the Mensajero of Team Phantom requesting clearance to dock at the space station.

"It's finally time..." said one person.

"Yep, time to show our stuff." replied another.

I can't wait. said a third, the sarcasm was very obvious here.

The transport maneuvered into one of the smaller external docking bays, with its crew surprised at the total lack of security and assumption of honesty of the Ziians. They decided to make a practical demonstration of their lack of security measures.

When the docking bays opened, several 'battle droids' marched out, firing their 'blasters' at random objects and causing no damage. As the security forces started to show up, one of them walked through a crane and dispelled the illusion, as the members of Team Resipisco stepped out and scolded the Ziian security forces for their lack of caution. "What if we really had been invaders, huh? Then what would you have done?"

Team Renegade cam aboard. There was also 18 Praetor guards surrounding them, and leading the group was a man wearing classic earth admiral gear with them. Stanovich. They awaited any Zi security forces or delegates who may of greeted them.

Nine men in gold security uniforms (http://www.ditl.org/Gengrafix/bajoran2.jpg) met them at the air-lock. Five were armed with phaser rifles (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Weapons/bajoran-rifle.jpg) while the other four had their phaser pistols (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Weapons/bajoran-phaser.jpg) drawn. All had their neural interface devices (http://www.dragonfyredesigns.org/7of9eyepieceth.jpg) in place near their eyes. The one woman there wore a red command uniform (http://www.ditl.org/Gengrafix/bajoran1.jpg) and had her phaser pistol holstered.

She held out her hand and said, "Welcome to the Actavision station. For your inferance of not checking ships, SeaQuest's Liandras do a deep scan on all incoming ships," she pointed at the device next to her left eye, "this allows me access to the station's computer and I am able to see the reports right as they come in," she paused for breath, "I'm Colonel Kira (http://mario.lapam.mo.it/ds9/gifs/kira_2.jpg). I'm in charge around here for the duration of this tournament."

The transport maneuvered into one of the smaller external docking bays, with its crew surprised at the total lack of security and assumption of honesty of the Ziians. They decided to make a practical demonstration of their lack of security measures.

When the docking bays opened, several 'battle droids' marched out, firing their 'blasters' at random objects and causing no damage. As the security forces started to show up, one of them walked through a crane and dispelled the illusion, as the members of Team Resipisco stepped out and scolded the Ziian security forces for their lack of caution. "What if we really had been invaders, huh? Then what would you have done?"

A security ensign pointed at several silvery spheres on the walls.

He said, "Those would have vaporized you, or at least kept you busy. And we have other less obvious methods we could have used. For example, you couldn't invade anything if we increased the gravity in this area. Plus, there are fields around every air lock that would have sounded an alarm if they detected a weapon."

Docking

All ships were given clearance as soon as the Liandras did their scans. This would be automatically down with any future arrivals.

The Hake'll docked with the station and disengorged four passengers.
Victor was wearing a black leather 'pilots' jacket and had his hands stuck in his pockets, a bit of a scowl gracing his face, what the rest of the team would call his public face as he was normally quite sociable.
Sara wore a halter top and pair of pants that complemented her quite nicely, while wearing a casual smile.
Kip, the youngest of the team, was wearing her usual coveralls with a extensive toolkit and a small smudge of grease on one cheek. She looked at the station as if she was itching to tear it apart just to see how it was built.
Last out was the manager Illiad who looked like he had a bar sense and was presently scanning for the nearest bar so he could get a whisky.

"I wonder who and what the welcome party will be like and if there'll be a chance to meet the other pilots?" Sara mused

On the left side of the station side of every air-lock was a map terminal. Technically a commerce station, the Altavista had several different establishments on the Promenades. The nearest Promenade was one level above the one containing the main docks that girdled the station. This Promenade also happened to contain a widely known bar, Ron's Bar & Grill (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Rooms/quarks_bar.jpg). Ron (http://www.globalhermit.com/travelogue/vegas/ferengi.jpg), the Ferengi owner of the bar also had a two additional level of holo-suites for the use of paying customers as well as the main bar floor.

The Hake'll docked with the station and disengorged four passengers.
Victor was wearing a black leather 'pilots' jacket and had his hands stuck in his pockets, a bit of a scowl gracing his face, what the rest of the team would call his public face as he was normally quite sociable.
Sara wore a halter top and pair of pants that complemented her quite nicely, while wearing a casual smile.
Kip, the youngest of the team, was wearing her usual coveralls with a extensive toolkit and a small smudge of grease on one cheek. She looked at the station as if she was itching to tear it apart just to see how it was built.
Last out was the manager Illiad who looked like he had a bar sense and was presently scanning for the nearest bar so he could get a whisky.

"I wonder who and what the welcome party will be like and if there'll be a chance to meet the other pilots?" Sara mused

Lieutenant Seska (http://www.durfee.net/startrek/images/Seska.jpg) met them at the airlock.

"Welcome to the station," she said with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Hello, are you part of the greeting party of new arrivals?" Sara asked, as she was the one who handled most of the interpersonel aspects of the team, while Victor gave the person who'd spoken a cursory once over.

"But you really can't expect to try to stop an enemy after docking. What if someone brought a gas-jet weapon? What if the fields were sabotaged? What about EMP? I tell you, there's a way around everything and if you rely on automation too much someday you're going to get into trouble."

The team mechanic continued to argue the point.

"Define Weapon. I could have had something that does not register as a weapon. You're relying a lot on stopping any threat before it gets past the docking bay, and you would be in trouble if anything malfunctioned. Say the gravity's out. Your defence becomes a whole lot less deadly, doesn't it?"

The team captain cut in.

"If this station came under bombardment, these defences and circuitry would probably be shot first, and unless you've got similar stuff everywhere, you get the idea."

Then the engineer reached into his bag and produced a few ceramic nails.

"Here, I thought you might like to have a look at these. Notice that they don't classify as 'weaponry', and did not set off the field. Also," The engineer pulled out a plastic tube, a small tank of compressed air and a number of other bits of paraphernalia. "These are just bits of my portable equipment, but they could be converted into a weapon if I really wanted to. When I was in the engineering corps, we learned that almost anything can be turned into a weapon. You'd best be more careful next time."

"But you really can't expect to try to stop an enemy after docking. What if someone brought a gas-jet weapon? What if the fields were sabotaged? What about EMP? I tell you, there's a way around everything and if you rely on automation too much someday you're going to get into trouble."

The team mechanic continued to argue the point.

"Define Weapon. I could have had something that does not register as a weapon. You're relying a lot on stopping any threat before it gets past the docking bay, and you would be in trouble if anything malfunctioned. Say the gravity's out. Your defence becomes a whole lot less deadly, doesn't it?"

The team captain cut in.

"If this station came under bombardment, these defences and circuitry would probably be shot first, and unless you've got similar stuff everywhere, you get the idea."

Then the engineer reached into his bag and produced a few ceramic nails.

"Here, I thought you might like to have a look at these. Notice that they don't classify as 'weaponry', and did not set off the field. Also," The engineer pulled out a plastic tube, a small tank of compressed air and a number of other bits of paraphernalia. "These are just bits of my portable equipment, but they could be converted into a weapon if I really wanted to. When I was in the engineering corps, we learned that almost anything can be turned into a weapon. You'd best be more careful next time."
A SeaQuestian engineer stuck his head out of a nearby conduit where he was working.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhearing," he said, "First off all, the computer will react to any weapons that have been programmed into the database, that includes blades. And the current list numbers in the thousands. I should know, I helped install the system.

"As for being able to make 'anything' into a weapon, you would have to be a very good engineer to do that.

"And that comment about too much reliance on automation, that's only the first line of defense. Surely you don't think station security would just be sitting on their hands when the internal defenses went off? Certainly not.

"And before this station could come under bombardment, the enemy would have to handle all four Zoidian fleets plus the ten SeaQuestian Liandras currently in system.

"And all the security personnel are trained to work in micro-gravity environments if necessary, but this station was built with double back-up systems for the convenience of the civilians that call this place home."

"Hello, are you part of the greeting party of new arrivals?" Sara asked, as she was the one who handled most of the interpersonel aspects of the team, while Victor gave the person who'd spoken a cursory once over.

Seska nodded and said, "I can show you to your assigned accomendations now if you wish. There are map terminals like the one there," she gestures at the console next to the air-lock, "located throughout the station. The nearest Promenade is one level up. This entire deck is dedicated to cargo and docking areas."

A SeaQuestian engineer stuck his head out of a nearby conduit where he was working.

"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhearing," he said, "First off all, the computer will react to any weapons that have been programmed into the database, that includes blades. And the current list numbers in the thousands. I should know, I helped install the system.

"As for being able to make 'anything' into a weapon, you would have to be a very good engineer to do that.

"And that comment about too much reliance on automation, that's only the first line of defense. Surely you don't think station security would just be sitting on their hands when the internal defenses went off? Certainly not.

"And before this station could come under bombardment, the enemy would have to handle all four Zoidian fleets plus the ten SeaQuestian Liandras currently in system.

"And all the security personnel are trained to work in micro-gravity environments if necessary, but this station was built with double back-up systems for the convenience of the civilians that call this place home."

The security ensign nodded and added, "You forgot to mention the regular security patrols and the fact that Constable Odo was put in charge of station security for the duration of this tournament."

"One can never be too careful, though. If you're going to insist on relying on automation, then the least we can do is to upload data on every weapon we've encountered and countless others we've managed to whip up. One thing you might need to watch out for are those one-shot things that people sometimes use to kill someone important before anyone else realises what's happening."

As the four carried off on their way, the engineer could not help but wonder aloud "I do so hope they've done away with those blasted red uniforms. They draw fire like nothing else!"

"One can never be too careful, though. If you're going to insist on relying on automation, then the least we can do is to upload data on every weapon we've encountered and countless others we've managed to whip up. One thing you might need to watch out for are those one-shot things that people sometimes use to kill someone important before anyone else realises what's happening."

As the four carried off on their way, the engineer could not help but wonder aloud "I do so hope they've done away with those blasted red uniforms. They draw fire like nothing else!"

*Before they leave*

The engineer looked at the gold-clad security ensign and then back at the Hakurabi man.

"That would be very helpful. As this is technically a commerce station, the number of civilians aboard is quite large and we could use every edge in aiding in their protection."

*After they leave*

The SeaQuestian man slides back into the conduit and returns to his work.

OOC: Last post for the night.

Seska nodded and said, "I can show you to your assigned accomendations now if you wish. There are map terminals like the one there," she gestures at the console next to the air-lock, "located throughout the station. The nearest Promenade is one level up. This entire deck is dedicated to cargo and docking areas."
"Thank you." Sara replied while Illiad ambled over to the console. Pulling up the map, he took a quick glance at it and called over his shoulder, "I'll find you later." As he headed off toward the promenade and more specifically Ron's Bar & Grill.

Ron (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/ferengi.jpg) had just opened the doors to his Bar & Grill (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Rooms/quarks_bar.jpg) for the day. He was currently behind his counter pulling out various bottles while he searched for his box of beetle snuff. Morn (http://www.planet-trek.de/morn.jpg) had already sat down on his favorite bar stool and had a glass in his hand.

Paradigm Shift finally reached the station, and secured its docking collar. Once everything was secure, and the massive ship was in place, the small crew and the 4 Ravens entered the station.

Paradigm Shift finally reached the station, and secured its docking collar. Once everything was secure, and the massive ship was in place, the small crew and the 4 Ravens entered the station.

Commander Worf (http://home.tiscali.cz:8080/~cz721749/DS9/worf.jpg) met them at the air-lock.

"Welcome aboard," he said.

Ron (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/ferengi.jpg) had just opened the doors to his Bar & Grill (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Rooms/quarks_bar.jpg) for the day. He was currently behind his counter pulling out various bottles while he searched for his box of beetle snuff. Morn (http://www.planet-trek.de/morn.jpg) had already sat down on his favorite bar stool and had a glass in his hand.
"Are you the bartender?" Illiad asked of the odd looking being with the bulbous cranium and vastly oversized ears, "If so, how much would a Goth cost?"

Commander Worf (http://home.tiscali.cz:8080/~cz721749/DS9/worf.jpg) met them at the air-lock.

"Welcome aboard," he said.


"It is good to be aboard," James Candless was the spokesman for the group this time, "We'll be sleeping on the ship, so we needn't take up any of accomodations here, for now all we need is to be shown to the bar, or whatever the equivalent of it is on this station..."

Stanovich bowed low. "A pleasure to meet you ma'am. An interesting security measure... but with the right components easily countered. Shall we depart then?? I will be leaving 3 of my praetor's here... just incase..." So they went up to the Bar and Grill. The team proceeded to the top level with 10 of the guards. Malaki went to the right hand side to have some 'chill' time and the other's of the team stayed to the left, talking about the tournement. Two of the remaining guards went to the stair's leading up to stop any unwary people from heading up there, the other three staying with Stanovich who went to the 2nd table from the door. "Please, Colonel, sit. I wish to discuss several matters with you. Would you care for a drink??" He smiled, two age wrinkles coming to the sides of his eyes. He was in his late 30's, already grey with military style close cut hair. He had a rather bad limp on his left leg, an old war wound from his actions with the 507th mech. (Finish it later)

"It is good to be aboard," James Candless was the spokesman for the group this time, "We'll be sleeping on the ship, so we needn't take up any of accomodations here, for now all we need is to be shown to the bar, or whatever the equivalent of it is on this station..."

Worf put his features into a typical Klingon scowl.

"Then follow me," he said as he turned and set off toward Ron's.

"Are you the bartender?" Illiad asked of the odd looking being with the bulbous cranium and vastly oversized ears, "If so, how much would a Goth cost?"

Ron bristled visibly at the term 'bartender.'

"No," he replied, "I'm the host. I run this joint."

He plopped a small box he had pulled out of the cabinat on the counter and stood up.

"As for price," he grinned with a glint to his eyes, "what ya got? Of course, we have various synthahol and alcohol beverages, replicated or original.

"There's Romulan Ale, Klingon Blood Wine, Whiskey, Mead, Beer, Cardassian Kanar, and various other beverages.

"Then there is food and the various forms of entertainment."

He gestures to indicate the card table and stairs leading to the first holosuite level.

Stanovich bowed low. "A pleasure to meet you ma'am. An interesting security measure... but with the right components easily countered. Shall we depart then?? I will be leaving 3 of my praetor's here... just incase..." So they went up to the Bar and Grill. The team proceeded to the top level with 10 of the guards. Malaki went to the right hand side to have some 'chill' time and the other's of the team stayed to the left, talking about the tournement. Two of the remaining guards went to the stair's leading up to stop any unwary people from heading up there, the other three staying with Stanovich who went to the 2nd table from the door. "Please, Colonel, sit. I wish to discuss several matters with you. Would you care for a drink??" He smiled, two age wrinkles coming to the sides of his eyes. He was in his late 30's, already grey with military style close cut hair. He had a rather bad limp on his left leg, an old war wound from his actions with the 507th mech. (Finish it later)

Kira nodded and took a seat.

"One bad thing about Ops on this station," she says, "Is that with the basis on Cardassian architecture, the command pit has no chairs."

The five guards with the rifles returned to the security office. The others with the pistols holstered them and took up position in the room. Kira looked around trying to see what form Odo had taken this time to keep an eye on Ron, the Ferengi proprieter of the establishment.

The airlock let out a hiss of air as it opened, the doors sliding open and the Aeon Team stepping out of the SAVAR, their feet making a dull thud upon the metal floor. At the front of the three was Sarge, imposing as ever and glancing about the facility as if summing it up. Behind and to his right was Deja, looking almost identical to Sarge, except for her slightly more feministic appearence. To her left was the odd member of the group: Tekker, the large, blue G109 Helper who stuck odd like a big, sore, pink thumb. Still, he seemed to be the most nervous of the group, though that wasn't saying much, considering the other two looked entirely confident.

Ron bristled visibly at the term 'bartender.'
"No," he replied, "I'm the host. I run this joint."
He plopped a small box he had pulled out of the cabinat on the counter and stood up.
"As for price," he grinned with a glint to his eyes, "what ya got? Of course, we have various synthahol and alcohol beverages, replicated or original.
"There's Romulan Ale, Klingon Blood Wine, Whiskey, Mead, Beer, Cardassian Kanar, and various other beverages.
"Then there is food and the various forms of entertainment."
He gestures to indicate the card table and stairs leading to the first holosuite level.
"Like I said, do you have a Goth?" Illiad asked, "It's my prefered drink, when I find a bar that stocks it."

"Like I said, do you have a Goth?" Illiad asked, "It's my prefered drink, when I find a bar that stocks it."

"Where's it from? Everything back here is sorted by place of origin. It would also help if you could describe it. What's it smell like? Color? Texture? And so on."

The airlock let out a hiss of air as it opened, the doors sliding open and the Aeon Team stepping out of the SAVAR, their feet making a dull thud upon the metal floor. At the front of the three was Sarge, imposing as ever and glancing about the facility as if summing it up. Behind and to his right was Deja, looking almost identical to Sarge, except for her slightly more feministic appearence. To her left was the odd member of the group: Tekker, the large, blue G109 Helper who stuck odd like a big, sore, pink thumb. Still, he seemed to be the most nervous of the group, though that wasn't saying much, considering the other two looked entirely confident.

An annoucement came over the intercom system. It was loud enough to be heard over the normal din that was normal near the docking ports.

Will all visitors here for the tournament please follow the blue lit path.

Every other floor light on the path leading the Promenade had turned blue in color. The same message played at intervals as well as other messages in various languages.

"It's a mixed drink, composed of Vergi Scotch, Preio Brandy, IF Whisky, cream, cherries, raspberries and crushed ice." He replied, "So, do you have any?"

Meanwhile Victor had headed up to the bar, while Sara and Kip decided to check out the various stores in the Promenade.

"It's a mixed drink, composed of Vergi Scotch, Preio Brandy, IF Whisky, cream, cherries, raspberries and crushed ice." He replied, "So, do you have any?"

Meanwhile Victor had headed up to the bar, while Sara and Kip decided to check out the various stores in the Promenade.

Ron asked, as he took out the ingrediants for the drink, "Shaken or stirred?"

Near the edge of the system De-folding ships materialised the fleet consisted of two Meltran Gunships (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/meltrandigunship.html), two Urga Class Escort Carriers (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/arkroyal.html), an Three Star Class Factory Ship (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/threestar.html), and The Flagship Absolution (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/sdf1macross.html) Macross Class vessel.

a transmission is sent from the flagship: "Greetings this is Admiral Silent Bob, Im here with my team to participate in the tournament please clear our transports for docking."

Several Small Transports are launched from the flagship.

Ron asked, as he took out the ingrediants for the drink, "Shaken or stirred?"
"Neither, blended." Illiad replied

Victor arrived and ordered a cola.

*Snip*
Meanwhile Victor had headed up to the bar, while Sara and Kip decided to check out the various stores in the Promenade.

Garek's (http://www.thestartrekcontinuum.com/images/castDS9garek1.jpg) tailor shop was a little ways down and across the Promenade from Ron's first level. He was known as an excellent tailor, and with the many bolts of fabric he kept in stock, he also was able to make any custom outfits his customers requested.

There was also a Bajoran run café on the corner across from Garek's. Various replicators (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Equipment/ds9-replicator-ops.jpg) dotted the walls between kiosks and stores. The center of the Promenade corrider was dotted with double-sided couches with potted planets in between them. One of the most frequented locations on the Promenade, was the Bajoran Temple (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Rooms/bajoran-temple.jpg). This one was lucky enough to have one of the famous Tears Of The Prophets (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Objects/orbtn.jpg), or Orbs, in its casing (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Objects/orb-casing.jpg). This temple had the Orb Of Luck.

Kip and Sara wandered into the tailor's shop, Sara with her mother-of-pearl halter top and black pants, and Kip in her grease stained coveralls and faded gray shirt, they made a rather unusual pair, especially in a tailor's shop.

"Neither, blended." Illiad replied

Victor arrived and ordered a cola.

Ron pulled out a blender-like device and heaped the ingredients in. While keeping an eye on it, he moves to the dual replicator (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Equipment/ds9-replicator-quarks.jpg) on the wall behind him and replicated Victor's cola.

Placing the cola on the counter, he says, "That will be two strips of gold-pressed latinum, or," he grins with a glint in his eyes, "if you don't have any latinum," he continues smoothly, "I'm sure we can work something out."

"What in the blue hell is Latinum?" Victor asked

Kip and Sara wandered into the tailor's shop, Sara with her mother-of-pearl halter top and black pants, and Kip in her grease stained coveralls and faded gray shirt, they made a rather unusual pair, especially in a tailor's shop.

Garek looked up from the pants he was hemming.

"May I help you ladies?"

He had seen many things in his life. As a successful tailor, he had even done some emergency tailoring for the SeaQuestian Emperor, who was so grateful that he had given Garek his own shuttle.

"I was wondering what you had in stock." Sara commented, while Kip looked bored and like she wanted to find a machine and introduce it to her toolkit.

"What in the blue hell is Latinum?" Victor asked

Ron pulled a strip (http://startrekccg.decipher.com/store/store/imgs/st_str_latinum.gif) from a pocket in his left sleeve.

"This is a strip of gold-pressed latinum. It also comes in bars and bricks. In its natural, un-pressed form, latinum is a liquid."

"What number is it on the standard table?" Victor asked, "And anyways, that looks completely worthless." He added as he examined the strip.

"I was wondering what you had in stock." Sara commented, while Kip looked bored and like she wanted to find a machine and introduce it to her toolkit.

He nods and replies, "Feel free to browse my dear," he picks up the tool he was using and returns to his sewing. Without looking up, he adds, "I'm sure your friend would find the hardware store next door more to her liking."

"I'm sure she would, wouldn't you Kip?" Sara asked
"Heck ya." Kip replied
"But we couldn't afford the damages." Sara said as she began browsing.

"What number is it on the standard table?" Victor asked, "And anyways, that looks completely worthless." He added as he examined the strip.

Ron's eyes bugged out when he heard the word 'worthless'.

"Latinum, I'll have you know that gold-pressed latinum is the standard currency for several different nations. Latinum nebulae are very hard to find.

"As for worth, it goes like this. A bar is worth one-hundred strips, and a brick is worth two bars," he leans foward, "You could compare the strip to the old dollar bill used in the U.S. back on Earth in the twentieth-century."

"I'm sure she would, wouldn't you Kip?" Sara asked
"Heck ya." Kip replied
"But we couldn't afford the damages." Sara said as she began browsing.

Garek smiles without looking up, "Sounds like my good friend, Miles O'Brien. Always wanting to know how something new he got his hands own works."

FC
"Like I said, what elemental number is that?" He asked, "So it had the value of paper?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey Ron, about my drink?" Illiad asked

SeaQuest
"You should see Illiad on a sugar, beer and mech binge." Kip commented as she looked at a pair of coveralls, while Sara looked at a couple halter tops.

Kira nodded and took a seat.

"One bad thing about Ops on this station," she says, "Is that with the basis on Cardassian architecture, the command pit has no chairs."

The five guards with the rifles returned to the security office. The others with the pistols holstered them and took up position in the room. Kira looked around trying to see what form Odo had taken this time to keep an eye on Ron, the Ferengi proprieter of the establishment.

OOC:Ah... Ill just finish it here...

IC: Stanovich had sky blue eyes and was still in good shape, even with his wound. "An interesting fault... It would make for excellent training however..." Now that she had taken a seat he pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. "Propeitor(sp??), May I enquire your menu?? Do you have any Vodka?? Is so, Ill have one, and for the lady..." He looked across to Kira. "What is it you would like?? I will pay of course..."

The group realised that they had none of the local currency, and hurried quickly to the nearest Automated Money Exchange. They looked at the current exchange rates, and calculated the amount felt they would need. They each produced their universal currency cards and made comments as they withdrew the strips.

"Right then, let's see... I think a hundred strips of this stuff should be plenty."
SKAL inserted his currency card and entered 100 units. When asked for type, he decided to play it safe and push the 'strips' button, promptly recieving a large wad of the gold-coloured solid.

"Have they not gotten over using material currency? This stuff is heavy."

They continued in turn, IRNS taking out 60 strips, OSDN 80 strips and CINR only 30. IRNS dropped ten of them into his bag, intending to experiment a bit with them later, and put the rest into his pocket.

They split up, browsing through the various stores.

FC
"Like I said, what elemental number is that?" He asked, "So it had the value of paper?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey Ron, about my drink?" Illiad asked
*Snip*

Ron replies, as he pours the mixed drink from the blinder into a glass, "I don't bother with the science aspects. I just do what any sane Ferangi would do and accumulate as much wealth as I can. Latinum, one of those rare things that just can't be replicated due to some quirk about its make-up, unlike gold. That is why the liquid Latinum is suspended within gold for this solid form."

He puts down Illiad's drink and says, "That will be three strips of Latinum."

The group realised that they had none of the local currency, and hurried quickly to the nearest Automated Money Exchange. They looked at the current exchange rates, and calculated the amount felt they would need. They each produced their universal currency cards and made comments as they withdrew the strips.

"Right then, let's see... I think a hundred strips of this stuff should be plenty."
SKAL inserted his currency card and entered 100 units. When asked for type, he decided to play it safe and push the 'strips' button, promptly recieving a large wad of the gold-coloured solid.

"Have they not gotten over using material currency? This stuff is heavy."

They continued in turn, IRNS taking out 60 strips, OSDN 80 strips and CINR only 30. IRNS dropped ten of them into his bag, intending to experiment a bit with them later, and put the rest into his pocket.

They split up, browsing through the various stores.

The teller smiles at them.

She says, "At least you don't have to carry around the latinum in its natural liquid state," she pauses to moisten her lips, "oh, and gold-pressed latinum is used around here as convenience to most of the merchants here. If you wanted, you could have just opened a credit account that you could transfer founds from with a thumb-print."

She watched them leave with a knowing smile.

*Snip*
SeaQuest
"You should see Illiad on a sugar, beer and mech binge." Kip commented as she looked at a pair of coveralls, while Sara looked at a couple halter tops.

Garek smiles as he continues to work. While he appeared to be absorbed in his work, his was aware of the location of both women in the shop.

"Choose whatever you like. I can take your measurements and tailor it to fit while you wait."

"Do you have an image of what it looks like in liquid form because if it's what I think you're talking about..." Illiad just trails off.


"Alright, we will." Sara replied as she felt the fabric of a pair of pants.

After waiting a while the Mensajero went ahead to dock with the station.

"Rude people don't even give us a response." commented Rabastan as Team Phantom exited the ship.

'They're probably just busy or something.' replied Alzoray.

"Busy enough to not even have an automated reply?" Norman questioned.

"Yeah yeah, they're rude. We get it already." Marissa snapped.

Then they heard the message over the intercom.

"Hmm. I guess we follow the blue lighted road. I wonder where it leads..." pondered Rabastan. They walked along the path following the blue lights.

OOC:Ah... Ill just finish it here...

IC: Stanovich had sky blue eyes and was still in good shape, even with his wound. "An interesting fault... It would make for excellent training however..." Now that she had taken a seat he pulled out the chair opposite and sat down. "Propeitor(sp??), May I enquire your menu?? Do you have any Vodka?? Is so, Ill have one, and for the lady..." He looked across to Kira. "What is it you would like?? I will pay of course..."

Kira says, "Actually, Ron, the owner of this place is over at the bar," she looks up at the Ferengi waiter, "I'll have a Raktajino."

He nods and heads to the replicators behind the counter to get their drink orders. He returns with the drinks on a tray next to a PADD. He puts the drinks on the table and holds out the PADD. Kira puts her thumb on it to debit her credit account.

"Old habit," she says when she remembers Stanovich had offered to pay.

"Do you have an image of what it looks like in liquid form because if it's what I think you're talking about..." Illiad just trails off.
*Snip*

Ron pulls out a small glass and a flask from behind the bar. He pours a little of the silver liquid into the glass (http://memory-alpha.org/en/images/c/c0/PureLatinum.jpg).

"That's latinum in its pure form."

After waiting a while the Mensajero went ahead to dock with the station.

"Rude people don't even give us a response." commented Rabastan as Team Phantom exited the ship.

'They're probably just busy or something.' replied Alzoray.

"Busy enough to not even have an automated reply?" Norman questioned.

"Yeah yeah, they're rude. We get it already." Marissa snapped.

Then they heard the message over the intercom.

"Hmm. I guess we follow the blue lighted road. I wonder where it leads..." pondered Rabastan. They walked along the path following the blue lights.

An image of an man's upper torso (http://sfx.histo.pl/efekty/hologram/holo_ae_gr_final.jpg) appeared on a monitor near them.

"Sorry, I was late. I was helping the pilot of a departing cargo ship plot a course."

Illiad burst out laughing as he saw the liquid. "Hey Victor, know that crud that kept futzing with Kip's mech while she was playing in that asteroid nebulae?"
"Ya, what of it?"
"Turns out it's valuable."
"Really, good to know."

"So any interest in liquid Latinum, or would you be willing to wait till after we get a chance to change it, or finally, should we just negotiate someother method of payment?" Illiad asked Ron.

Illiad burst out laughing as he saw the liquid. "Hey Victor, know that crud that kept futzing with Kip's mech while she was playing in that asteroid nebulae?"
"Ya, what of it?"
"Turns out it's valuable."
"Really, good to know."

"So any interest in liquid Latinum, or would you be willing to wait till after we get a chance to change it, or finally, should we just negotiate someother method of payment?" Illiad asked Ron.

Ron grinned displaying his motly collection of pointed teeth.

"As a stout follower of the Rules Of Acquisition, any of the three is acceptable. A Ferengi without profit, is not a Ferengi at all. Start talking."

He returns the liqud latinum to the flask and puts it in a inner coat pocket.

"About time..." Marissa muttered to herself.

"Umm. Yes..." Rabastan said, trying to drown out Marrisa's rudeness. "Anyways, what is your name? And where is this path we're supposed to be following lead to?"

"Then you'll stake us and take a promisary?" Illiad asked

"Then you'll stake us and take a promisary?" Illiad asked

Ron's eyes take on a mischevious glint, "You will have to leave something with me. That way I know you will be back to retrieve it."

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Ron's eyes take on a mischevious glint, "You will have to leave something with me. That way I know you will be back to retrieve it."

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"And what are you thinking of as a safeguard?" Illiad asked, his voice taking on a note that was as devious as the look in Ron's eyes was mischevious.

Meanwhile Sara had picked out three shirts of good quality as well as a pair of pants, and in preparation for Victor's birthday, a black coat trimmed in black fur, while Kip had chosen a t-shirt with a odd design on it. They headed over to see the store owner.

"About time..." Marissa muttered to herself.

"Umm. Yes..." Rabastan said, trying to drown out Marrisa's rudeness. "Anyways, what is your name? And where is this path we're supposed to be following lead to?"

"I'm S.A.M.I.. If you will look down, you will see the blue lights you are to follow."

S.A.M.I.'s voice carried no infliction, tone, or emotion. It just wasn't in his programming at that point.

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*Snip*
Meanwhile Sara had picked out three shirts of good quality as well as a pair of pants, and in preparation for Victor's birthday, a black coat trimmed in black fur, while Kip had chosen a t-shirt with a odd design on it. They headed over to see the store owner.

Garek looked up.

"I see you made your selections," he said as he put his work down.

He picked up a PADD (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Equipment/bajoran-padd-curry.jpg) and began to calculate the value of the clothes based on material, cut, and other variables.

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Garek looked up.

"I see you made your selections," he said as he put his work down.

He picked up a PADD (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Equipment/bajoran-padd-curry.jpg) and began to calculate the value of the clothes based on material, cut, and other variables.

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"Yes, wait what form of currancy do you use?" Sara asked as she realized they may not utilize what she was use to and they'd might have finance issues.

Team Hitokiri boarded their Shadow Chaser and took off to the station where the black sleek shuttle came to a halt in the hanger of the station where it landed. As the team disembarked and walked to the path many would be in awe of their combat armor and most important of which was the impressive sight of the three Space Marines in tow. They were of the Blood Ravens Space Marine Legion and followed the Techmarine as well as guarded these men, some of the best Mech pilots in Rogue Fleet. Each was wearing their own personal weapons at their side which of course was part of being military personnel. They then followed the blue lit path till they came to it's end where they stood waiting.

The four Ravens followed Worf to the Bar, "Thank you for showing us how to get here, we will be able to find our way back to the ship from here very easily."

"How so very helpful..." Marissa said to herself.

The others just sighed and they followed the blue path to its end.

As the shuttles approached prepareing to dock with the station a small gleam of light was seen from the underbelly of the Absolution, something was hidden there cloaked and waiting, what intentions it had were yet unknown and hidden in the larger ships shadow the object remained undetected.

In the first shuttle: "This is Bluntmandia team tempest requesting docking clearing we are on holding pattern"

"Yes, wait what form of currancy do you use?" Sara asked as she realized they may not utilize what she was use to and they'd might have finance issues.

"This is a commerce station, my dear," Garek replied, "many forms of currancy have crossed my way. My computer on the counter at the back of the shop should be able to do any number conversion needed.

Though, for two lovely young ladies such as yourselves, half-off. I'm feeling generous today."

The four Ravens followed Worf to the Bar, "Thank you for showing us how to get here, we will be able to find our way back to the ship from here very easily."

Worf nodded.

"This Promenade level," he said, "is for warm-blooded, oxygen breathing life-forms. The others are for other types of life-forms, so I would recommend that you not wander into them. Protective gear is not widely available to visitors from docked ships."

"This is a commerce station, my dear," Garek replied, "many forms of currancy have crossed my way. My computer on the counter at the back of the shop should be able to do any number conversion needed.

Though, for two lovely young ladies such as yourselves, half-off. I'm feeling generous today."
"Why thank you." Sara said as she pulled up the conversion rates on Garek's computer and paid, including a tip for the service.

Kira says, "Actually, Ron, the owner of this place is over at the bar," she looks up at the Ferengi waiter, "I'll have a Raktajino."

He nods and heads to the replicators behind the counter to get their drink orders. He returns with the drinks on a tray next to a PADD. He puts the drinks on the table and holds out the PADD. Kira puts her thumb on it to debit her credit account.

"Old habit," she says when she remembers Stanovich had offered to pay.

"Ah... No matter, but I must insist I pay the next round." He took a deep drink. "Excellent quality" He was famous among the wardens and his staff for holding down almost a full twenty bottles of warshrike's brew. He had an iron stomach... literally... "Now, to buisness" More drinking "Our prison currently has a large number of prisoners sentenced to death. Now, we care little for these scum. We usually hold a tournament to let them kill themselves. However, with funding this year, after I furnished this team, we dident have enough. So, rather than that, I would like to put some prisoner's on to the tournament planet with light weaponry. I hope this will make the events a bit more... interesting." He finished his drink...

"Why thank you." Sara said as she pulled up the conversion rates on Garek's computer and paid, including a tip for the service.

"Now all that's left is to take your measurments so I can adjust the clothes accordingly," Garek said as he picked up a tape measure, "Will one of you please step in front of the tri-mirrors?"

"Ah... No matter, but I must insist I pay the next round." He took a deep drink. "Excellent quality" He was famous among the wardens and his staff for holding down almost a full twenty bottles of warshrike's brew. He had an iron stomach... literally... "Now, to buisness" More drinking "Our prison currently has a large number of prisoners sentenced to death. Now, we care little for these scum. We usually hold a tournament to let them kill themselves. However, with funding this year, after I furnished this team, we dident have enough. So, rather than that, I would like to put some prisoner's on to the tournament planet with light weaponry. I hope this will make the events a bit more... interesting." He finished his drink...

Kira took a sip of the Klingon coffee she had ordered before responding, "Mech battles aren't the only sport the Zoidians enjoy," she took another ship, "for example, one of the more dangerous ones is the Ghost races using military Ghost class (http://www.ogresnet.com/halo/pics/v_ghost.jpg) hover-bikes armed with two over an obsticle filled course. The closest thing I can thing off is those pod races I have heard about. The survival rate for untrained pilots," a pause for another sip, "is actually quite low. Those Ghosts are quite finicky craft."

As the shuttles approached prepareing to dock with the station a small gleam of light was seen from the underbelly of the Absolution, something was hidden there cloaked and waiting, what intentions it had were yet unknown and hidden in the larger ships shadow the object remained undetected.

In the first shuttle: "This is Bluntmandia team tempest requesting docking clearing we are on holding pattern"

"Bluntmandia shuttle," came the reply over the open channel, "you are cleared for landing pad delta. Route is being uploaded to you now."

"How so very helpful..." Marissa said to herself.

The others just sighed and they followed the blue path to its end.

The image cocked his head and followed the group via monitors that went along their route.

At the end, he said, "Welcome to the Promendade."

"Now all that's left is to take your measurments so I can adjust the clothes accordingly," Garek said as he picked up a tape measure, "Will one of you please step in front of the tri-mirrors?"
"Alright." Sara replied, while Kip commented, "I like the shirt as it." Sara meanwhiled prefered fitting clothes rather than the oversized shirts Kip prefered.

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"Alright." Sara replied, while Kip commented, "I like the shirt as it." Sara meanwhiled prefered fitting clothes rather than the oversized shirts Kip prefered.

ooc: PlanetZi, triple post

Garek came over and measured her inseam, height, width, girth, and so on (OOC: I don't really feel like looking all those terms up). He noted each measurement on his PADD.

Putting the tape measure down, he said, "They'll be ready in a couple of hours."

He gave them a half-bow with the clothes he was going to adjust for her on his left arm. He placed them on his work table and picked out the equipment he would need.

As he got to work, he said, "You can either stay and watch, or come back later to pick them up after doing some shopping."

"I'll come back and get them, could I get a slip with the time to pick them up on it?" Sara asked, while Kip just plopped her shirt into a bag.

SKAL had gravitated instantly to the nearest bar, that being Ron's Bar and Grill. He was wearing a slate-blue Vehicle Pilot's Uniform, minus the breastplate and helmet. He had brown hair and a Fu Manchu moustache. His face was slightly rounded and slightly pale in colour. His eyes were brown, and he had thin eyebrows.

Approaching the counter, he asked for quite an unusual drink. "My good man, do you serve Spiced Latinium Bloodwine?"

"I'll come back and get them, could I get a slip with the time to pick them up on it?" Sara asked, while Kip just plopped her shirt into a bag.

Garek said, without looking up from his work, "There are buzzers next to the computer. Just press your thumb to the pad on the top and it will activate. The computer will auto-send a signal to it telling it to vibrate and light up."

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"Gotcha." Sara said as she followed instructions and then, with Kip, headed to the next interesting store.

Worf nodded.

"This Promenade level," he said, "is for warm-blooded, oxygen breathing life-forms. The others are for other types of life-forms, so I would recommend that you not wander into them. Protective gear is not widely available to visitors from docked ships."

"Thank you for that warning sir, we will try to avoid getting ourselves killed doing anything foolish." The other three stepped up to the bar, and Azrael addressed the bartender, "Ferengi, what is the currency of choice aroubd here, and if we do not have it, would you be willing to bargain for the price of our drinks?"

The Shuttles Began thier automated landing sequences and boarded the station, Once aboard team tempest gathered around admiral silent bob.

Silent bob began, "Okay team I really want to win this thing, we are a new nation up here in space but we will show them our technology is nothing to triffle with, I will be heading to the assembly point and ill relay what is said there to you guys. The rest of you get some R&R you have been training for months non stop and I can see you might need a break."

All in unison, "Aye Admiral!" Happy giggles and hoots are heard from the small team as the rush out into promenade of the station.

Silent bob rubs his forehead softly thinking "Can these little kids really pull a victroy off here"- he lets our a big sigh and begins to follow the arrows.

Meanwhile in space the cloaked object begins extending a small tube towards the Absolution, making contact with it. All those aboard and around the ship oblivious to its presence. (OOC: Something or someone's up to no good here today)

Ranko (http://www.dreamers.com/anime/imagenes/ranma/ranma-chan.gif) walked towards the bar and ordered a hot glass of water. The bartender asked "Why in the galaxy would you want hot water?", Her only reply was "Im tired of being this way now hand me that water!" She grabs the water and then shockingly pours it over her head. Right before everyone eyes the lovely young girl transformed instantly into his real self Ranma Satome (http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/1323/ranma5mi.jpg), in a guys voice "Ahhh finally I know the prototype is designed from a female's frame but keeping me stuck in a girls form is not my idea of fun, Im glad the Admiral gave us some R&R."

"Thank you for that warning sir, we will try to avoid getting ourselves killed doing anything foolish." The other three stepped up to the bar, and Azrael addressed the bartender, "Ferengi, what is the currency of choice aroubd here, and if we do not have it, would you be willing to bargain for the price of our drinks?"

Ron's eyes glittered at the mention of bargaining.

He said, to the other two, "Oh, I almost forgot, its custom around here for the first drink to be complimenatary."

He turned to the new guy and said, "Currency is currency. Whatever you got will work."

"So these are comp'ed?" Illiad asked Ron.

Ron's eyes glittered at the mention of bargoning.

He said, to the other two, "Oh, I almost forgot, its custom around here for the first drink to be complimenatary."

He turned to the new guy and said, "Currency is currency. Whatever you got will work."

"In that case I hope you accept FedCreds, because other than a bit of Gold and precious minerals, that's all we have... For myself I would like a bottle of Old Tilman, while the other two will take Terran Whiskey, if you have it."

"So these are comp'ed?" Illiad asked Ron.

"First one always is," Ron replied, "as they say, you attract more flies with honey."

"In that case I hope you accept FedCreds, because other than a bit of Gold and precious minerals, that's all we have... For myself I would like a bottle of Old Tilman, while the other two will take Terran Whiskey, if you have it."

Ron replicated the drinks and put them on the counter. He then retrieved his box of beetle snuff and put it in one of his coat pockets. The synthahol automattically used in the drinks by the replicators would imitate the taste of true alcohol, but not the effects. It was just one of the various ways of keeping the customers from getting rowdy. Of course, it was a station-wide policy implemented by the SeaQuestian engineers that had installed the replicator system.

Illiad and Victor took their drinks and looked over those who might be competition.

Ron replicated the drinks and put them on the counter. He then retrieved his box of beetle snuff and put it in one of his coat pockets. The synthahol automattically used in the drinks by the replicators would imitate the taste of true alcohol, but not the effects. It was just one of the various ways of keeping the customers from getting rowdy. Of course, it was a station-wide policy implemented by the SeaQuestian engineers that had installed the replicator system.

"Thank you very much." Azrael and his companions went off to find seats, while James continued to talk with Worf.

Azrael wasn't sure who the other two were, they must have been from such an unimportanat nation that he'd never even heard of it before...
The Protoss on the team also tried to scan their minds, but he drew a blank, either there was nothing there, or they were better protected than most pilots had any reason to be...

"Hmm, I don't think you'll really want to make mine complementary... the 'Latinium' is literal."

SKAL proceeded to describe the drink to Ron. "You need to mix equal parts Bloodwine and Latinium, with a heaped teaspoon of chilli powder. You then put it in a good container, at least 4000 degrees Kelvin proofed, and shake well. I reccomend using at least a diamond or better container. Then you need to superheat the mixture to 2000 degrees and keep it there or higher for five minutes. At this point you chuck it in liquid nitrogen and chill it, then pour the drink into a large glass. The interesting thing is that it's non-toxic and non-alcoholic once you're done."

"Hmm, I don't think you'll really want to make mine complementary... the 'Latinium' is literal."

SKAL proceeded to describe the drink to Ron. "You need to mix equal parts Bloodwine and Latinium, with a heaped teaspoon of chilli powder. You then put it in a good container, at least 4000 degrees Kelvin proofed, and shake well. I reccomend using at least a diamond or better container. Then you need to superheat the mixture to 2000 degrees and keep it there or higher for five minutes. At this point you chuck it in liquid nitrogen and chill it, then pour the drink into a large glass. The interesting thing is that it's non-toxic and non-alcoholic once you're done."

"So, its similar to those drinks some Humans drink with flakes of Gold in it," said Ron.

He sighed. He didn't like the idea of consuming latinum, but he knew that the customer was willing to pay.

"It will take some time as I don't happen to have any liquid nitrogen behind the bar. And the replicators won't just make it without the proper security clearance."

Ron pulled out the other ingrediants and left to get a container of liquid nitrogen.

"I'll be back in around five minutes," he said before he turned his head and called, "Bron, you are in charge until I get back."

"Yes, brother," replied another Ferengi.

"Is this a family buisness?" Illiad asked as he took a drink of his Goth.

Meanwhile Victor was wondering who were fellow pilots and which team they'd go up against. He was also wondering when the tournament would start.

"It's not really like that, it's a chemical reaction. Anyway, why would anyone want to drink gold? Gold's only good for circuitry..."

For the Mechanoids of Hakurabi, that paticular drink was not considered a show of wealth, but more a very potent way of storing energy, and it was diverted to such purpose after being imbibed. It tasted quite good, as well.

"Is this a family buisness?" Illiad asked as he took a drink of his Goth.

Meanwhile Victor was wondering who were fellow pilots and which team they'd go up against. He was also wondering when the tournament would start.

"No," said Bron as he slid behind the counter, "my brother runs this place. I just usually repair things when they break down," he paused as the replicators start spritzing sparks, "excuse me for one moment."

Bron grabbed a tool kit from behind the bar, removed an access panel below the replicators, and slithered into the crawlspace.

"It's not really like that, it's a chemical reaction. Anyway, why would anyone want to drink gold? Gold's only good for circuitry..."

For the Mechanoids of Hakurabi, that paticular drink was not considered a show of wealth, but more a very potent way of storing energy, and it was diverted to such purpose after being imbibed. It tasted quite good, as well.

"From what I understand," Bron said from the crawlspace, "the Human's homeworld had a limited supply of gold. Putting flakes of it in drinks was a sign of wealth."

Five minutes later

Ron returned carefully carrying a container of liquid nitrogen.

"This is going to cost you a 'pretty penny' as the Zoidians like to say," he said as he plopped it down on the counter.

He placed a hand on the edge of the counter and leaped over it. When he landed, he started making the drink.

"Price will be negotiated after I finish," Ron said as he poured the mixture in a heat-resistant cup.

"Sure. Just tell me this: What's a penny?" SKAL watched the level of Latinium in the cup and was stacking a small pile of strips around one and a half times the amount of Latinium in the cup. As the pile reached about fifteen strips, he motioned for Ron to stop pouring. "That should be plenty. The reaction only needs one atom per molecule. Just fill the rest with bloodwine. Most of the stuff will burn off anyway."

"Sure. Just tell me this: What's a penny?" SKAL watched the level of Latinium in the cup and was stacking a small pile of strips around one and a half times the amount of Latinium in the cup. As the pile reached about fifteen strips, he motioned for Ron to stop pouring. "That should be plenty. The reaction only needs one atom per molecule. Just fill the rest with bloodwine. Most of the stuff will burn off anyway."

Ron nodded as he recapped the flask and returned it to his pocket.

Picking up a jug of Bloodwine, he said, "I don't really have a clue what a penny is. I just heard the phrase around."

Bron said, from inside the conduit, "I thought it was an old Human coin of lowest value."

Kira took a sip of the Klingon coffee she had ordered before responding, "Mech battles aren't the only sport the Zoidians enjoy," she took another ship, "for example, one of the more dangerous ones is the Ghost races using military Ghost class (http://www.ogresnet.com/halo/pics/v_ghost.jpg) hover-bikes armed with two over an obsticle filled course. The closest thing I can thing off is those pod races I have heard about. The survival rate for untrained pilots," a pause for another sip, "is actually quite low. Those Ghosts are quite finicky craft."

"I am aware of your nations habits. We try to get as much information on actions in the omniverse as we try to prevent inhumane events. Indeed I got this limp on a mission to save the last Dinnay in exsistence... beautiful creatures they are. We cloned her as I recall. Deadly but oh so beautiful. A bit like you I bet" He laughed. "We have this sport back home. Its kind of like a really dangerous game of chess, you know that old one from Earth?? Except in this people can have as many peices as they want and just blast eachother until someone is reduced to a blob of goo. We have a holo disk of it somewhere... Ill show you someday. Of course, due to the nature of the game, the 'cards' are fairly expensive. I have a few of the illegal ones... say that gives me an idea..."

"I am aware of your nations habits. We try to get as much information on actions in the omniverse as we try to prevent inhumane events. Indeed I got this limp on a mission to save the last Dinnay in exsistence... beautiful creatures they are. We cloned her as I recall. Deadly but oh so beautiful. A bit like you I bet" He laughed. "We have this sport back home. Its kind of like a really dangerous game of chess, you know that old one from Earth?? Except in this people can have as many peices as they want and just blast eachother until someone is reduced to a blob of goo. We have a holo disk of it somewhere... Ill show you someday. Of course, due to the nature of the game, the 'cards' are fairly expensive. I have a few of the illegal ones... say that gives me an idea..."

Kira took another sip of the cooling coffee.

"You would be correct on me having a dangerous side. But, then again, you would be hard pressed to find someone in this nation who didn't fight in the Tri-Planetary War," she took another ship, "a War that only ended when we drove the people who were instagating the conflict from behind the scenes from our space."

Illiad polished off his drink and looked around. Spotting someone who looked like they were official, or at least semi-official(Kira), he approached and asked, "Are you part of the organisational team for the mech tournament?"

Illiad polished off his drink and looked around. Spotting someone who looked like they were official, or at least semi-official(Kira), he approached and asked, "Are you part of the organisational team for the mech tournament?"

She looked up, "No, I just am running this station during the tournament," she looked around the room, "you want to talk to that guy over there," she gestures towards a table where a man was sitting while he messed with model Zoids and other mechs, "that's Dr. Toros."

OOC: Last post for the night.

"Thank you." Illiad said as he headed over to Dr. Tauros and repeated his question.

Kira took another sip of the cooling coffee.

"You would be correct on me having a dangerous side. But, then again, you would be hard pressed to find someone in this nation who didn't fight in the Tri-Planetary War," she took another ship, "a War that only ended when we drove the people who were instagating the conflict from behind the scenes from our space."

"Tri-planetary?? I am unfamilier with that one..." He nodded to Illiad as he came and went. "I would not be suprised though if some of them fled to our nation. So, I believe you hae not answered my question. Would the transport of prisoners to the planet be acceptable?? The people grow tired of the usual punishments. Beheadings, hangings, maulings, they all get so boring. Now given light guns and put on a planet with giant robots metallic hulks breaking eachother..."

"Tri-planetary?? I am unfamilier with that one..." He nodded to Illiad as he came and went. "I would not be suprised though if some of them fled to our nation. So, I believe you hae not answered my question. Would the transport of prisoners to the planet be acceptable?? The people grow tired of the usual punishments. Beheadings, hangings, maulings, they all get so boring. Now given light guns and put on a planet with giant robots metallic hulks breaking eachother..."

Kira replied, "The Triplanetary War was between the three habited planets in this star system. It turns out that a small group were manipulating things behind the scenes for their own benefit.

"As to your question, I believe the Zoidian governement would only accept that if you were able to make it sporting. With the war ending only a few a little while ago, the entertainment industry has seen quite the resurrection. Anyways, I'm not the one to ask. I was just put in charge of this station for the Tournament's duration. As soon as we are finished here, I'll introduce you to the Councilor in charge of the Tournament planet."

"Thank you." Illiad said as he headed over to Dr. Tauros and repeated his question.

Dr. Steve Toros (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y131/Kvess/Character%20Pics/Doc_Toros.gif) said, "Hold on one moment," as he balanced a model of a Blade Liger on the back of an AT-AT model.

When he was done, he looked up and asked, "Yes, may I help you?"

"I was informed that you are in charge of organisation of the tournament, correct?" Illiad asked

"I was informed that you are in charge of organisation of the tournament, correct?" Illiad asked

"I'm on the Mech Tournament Committee, yes," he replied.

"Then could you tell me when it is schedualed to start, as I want to make sure the mechs are in top form." Illiad said

"Then could you tell me when it is schedualed to start, as I want to make sure the mechs are in top form." Illiad said

"It can start anytime as we have at least two teams in-system," the Doc replied, "of course, you will have as much time as you need if you aren't in one of the early matches."

"Then I guess it's time to start tuning if you arn't sure when we'll be up." Illiad said to Toros, "Victor, tell Sara and Kip we may be entering anytime soon."

One of the familiars belonging to Lortas was floating in Ron's Bar & Grill. When it returned to Lortas it seemed to glow brighter briefly and Lortas uttered an understanding saying, "I must take my leave for a short time if whatever is to happen here takes place in my leave this familiar shall record all the events that take place and I will know of them later." With that Lortas turned around followed by his familiars and proceeded to Ron's Bar & Grill where he sat down at the counter and called the Ferengi named Ron over. Once the Ferengi was within earshot he spoke, "I understand that you can acquire unusual and somewhat rare items for the right price. Is my understanding correct?"

One of the familiars belonging to Lortas was floating in Ron's Bar & Grill. When it returned to Lortas it seemed to glow brighter briefly and Lortas uttered an understanding saying, "I must take my leave for a short time if whatever is to happen here takes place in my leave this familiar shall record all the events that take place and I will know of them later." With that Lortas turned around followed by his familiars and proceeded to Ron's Bar & Grill where he sat down at the counter and called the Ferengi named Ron over. Once the Ferengi was within earshot he spoke, "I understand that you can acquire unusual and somewhat rare items for the right price. Is my understanding correct?"

"I would be a true Ferengi if I couldn't," Ron replied, "I take it you are looking for something in particular?"

He glanced around quickly, on the look-out for any security personnel.

"And if its this 'hush-hush', I assume its not so legal. No matter, a profit is a profit."

Victor saw the bartender and owner talking to a new patron and heard the words 'Rare, Unusual, and Hush-Hush'. Hearing those, he discreetly cocked his ear over so that he could hear better.

The modified familiars erected an invisible field around the two men capturing all sound within the barriers. Lortas spoke softly while removing his helmet, "Good finally maybe a Ferengi worth his rep. I am requiring a certain enhanced power source similar to the dilithium crystals used in Federation starships. But more importantly it must have a certain reactive quality to make it more..............weaponized. I will also be requiring a large amount of a substance we call omnidium as well as a durable yet light-weight metal. It will be using this to create a more powerful beam rifle than any previously used utilizing Leech technology similar to I believe they are called Breen Energy Dampeners. However the degree of power necessary for this rifle has only ever been seen on a starship. And a Dratherian mech has never been able to handle that kind of energy output from it's main reactor. I am capable of paying any price you ask."

The modified familiars erected an invisible field around the two men capturing all sound within the barriers. Lortas spoke softly while removing his helmet, "Good finally maybe a Ferengi worth his rep. I am requiring a certain enhanced power source similar to the dilithium crystals used in Federation starships. But more importantly it must have a certain reactive quality to make it more..............weaponized. I will also be requiring a large amount of a substance we call omnidium as well as a durable yet light-weight metal. It will be using this to create a more powerful beam rifle than any previously used utilizing Leech technology similar to I believe they are called Breen Energy Dampeners. However the degree of power necessary for this rifle has only ever been seen on a starship. And a Dratherian mech has never been able to handle that kind of energy output from it's main reactor. I am capable of paying any price you ask."

Ron leaned foward and spoke in an equally soft voice, "The energy source is the easiest part. A SeaQuestian Naquada reactor should be powerful enough, one around the size of a boom-box radio can power an entire ground based outpost. As for this 'omnidium', that may take some time to aquire. As for the light-weight metal," an odd glitter appears in his eyes, "it all depends on what it will be used for. For example, if its to be used as the material the outer structure is built of," he thought for a moment, "Baakonite should be suitable."

Lortas laughed, "We know well of the power of Naquada. We however require something with a little more umph. We need Nuquadriah or at the very least Weapons Grade Naquada this type of weapon requires large amounts of energy in conjunction with an near inexhaustible power source. As for omnidum it is a ceramic that when subjugated to force becomes as strong as the force and then creates it's own energy to match and then overcome the force. As you can see such a rare ceramic would be near invaluable in weapons as well as armor. and yes this other metal would have to be similar to trinium for it's usage as an outer plating."

Victor saw the bartender and owner talking to a new patron and heard the words 'Rare, Unusual, and Hush-Hush'. Hearing those, he discreetly cocked his ear over so that he could hear better.

"May I get you something to drink?" asked a waiter coming up behind him.

Lortas laughed, "We know well of the power of Naquada. We however require something with a little more umph. We need Nuquadriah or at the very least Weapons Grade Naquada this type of weapon requires large amounts of energy in conjunction with an near inexhaustible power source. As for omnidum it is a ceramic that when subjugated to force becomes as strong as the force and then creates it's own energy to match and then overcome the force. As you can see such a rare ceramic would be near invaluable in weapons as well as armor. and yes this other metal would have to be similar to trinium for it's usage as an outer plating."

Ron nodded thoughtfully before responding, "Baakonite is a composite metal alloy used in the construction of typical bat'leths. As for the reactor, I thought you were going for size. I'll see if I can locate any in-bound shipments of either weapons grade Naquada or Naquadria," he grins, "with the full-size reactor SeaQuestian engineers are building on the third planet, diverting a small amount here shouldn't be a problem. As for the omnidum, if you have a sample, we could see if its replicatable. The only trouble I can forsee is how we are going to keep this from being noticed by Constable Odo."

"May I get you something to drink?" asked a waiter coming up behind him.
"Not as yet, I still have half a coke." Victor replied as he went back to 'minding his own buisness' even thought he was still looking for other pilots.

Meanwhile Kip and Sara had returned to the tailor's shop as they received the page that the alterations were done.

SKAL watched the two carefully, sipping his drink, using a carefully concealed laser to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two as soon as he heard the words 'Hush-Hush'. Around ten seconds later, IRNS walked in looking for SKAL, and sat down beside him.

They turned to face each other, their irises changed subtly in colour whilst they engaged in a seemingly normal conversation. It would be unnoticable to anyone not looking for it specifically, as it was a wordless conversation.

"Hey, any idea who we're up against?"
What have you got that laser for?

"I'm pretty sure it's going to be our Dratherian friend over there."
Looks like someone's engaging in a little underhanded business.

IRNS looked at the two, and noticed the field immediately.

"Are you sure?"
What are they talking about?

"Not really. You should probably check with the organisers. They're somewhere in the promenade."
He's trying to get a hold of things to make some sort of starship gun to put in his mech.

"I'll have a look later. What's that you're drinking?"
Should we let the authorities know?

"A Spiced Latinium Bloodwine. Cost me fifteen strips. Bargain, really."
Definitely. I don't want to arouse suspicion, so you go and let the organisers know.

"Aren't those usually a lot more expensive?"
Are you sure they'd care?

"Latinium's pretty easy to come by here. When they make something a currency everyone wants it."
Worth a shot if we can get one of them arrested.

"Huh. I might get myself a few litres to take back."
I'll also need to prepare our mechs to resist their weapon.

"Not a bad idea. I might do the same."
It utilises... Leech Technology, and... Something about 'Breen Energy Dampeners'. They also said something about 'Naquada'.

"Well, I'd best be off. They'll be closing in a bit."
You'd better be taping their conversation.

"Take your time."
Of course I'm taping it.

The laser was outside the visible spectrum (UV) and bouncing off the table, which was inside the field.

IRNS stood up and hurried off to the tournament office, looking at his watch.

Lortas responded, "Yes of course this Constable should not be much of a problem. As for the sample yes I have one." After saying this he pulls a small block of a black ceramic from his utility belt. He squezed it as hard as he could and it stood firm. He then dropped it on the counter with a soft clunk. "As you may or may not know as a Space Marine I could tear through some of the strongest metals with only my hands. But as you can see this material counteracts my own strength. Here is your sample do your best to replicate it. Your other stuff seems in order. As for this Constable Odo I can deal with him using my familiars. See an odd thing about all of us Space Marines from the Blood Ravens Legion is that we have a high Psyker rate. Which accounts for my familiars here which will have no problem circumventing these shipments from his sight. As well my expertise as a Techmarine can keep such things from all station records. You take care of your part and I will take care of mine. Such technology will not be illegal to use the weapon itself will be in effect a power disruption weapon. We already use Leech Missiles on our Heavyarms unit this will just be a more mobile form of the technology so it can be used as an ulterior weapon to say the Buster Rifle on the Wing Zero. It will be in your best interest not to tell anyone of my plans for a new weapon on the battlefield. Now how much will this run me? Oh and if you have some Fenrisian Ale I will take a large stine of that."

Lortas looked to the side tracing the laser and he voiced himself through a familiar, "Fools you think I could not see such a thing the Omnissiah granted me sight beyond that of even a normal Space Marine. Because of my implants I can see all spectrums of light and well my Space Marine hearing allows me to hear great distances. And I'm aware my team will be your next opponents, but as it is I am Lortas Isador Techmarine of the Blood Ravens Space Marine Legion and mechanic to Team Hitokiri. May I ask who my eavesdroppers are?"

Lortas' Psionic announcement fell on a deaf mind, as the mechanoid did not even notice the blaring mental noise that filled the area. SKAL did, however, notice that Lortas could see the beam, so flicked it to a broader sonic version, set to a frequency just inside the upper hearing range of Lortas. The end result for both Lortas and Ron was similar to a rather nasty case of tinnitus.

IRNS arrived at the Tournament offices a moment later, running into CINR as well.

"CINR! What are you doing here?"
Find the local security chief.

"Checking the timetable, what else?"
Why?

"Ah. SKAL thinks we're going up against Dratheria."
There's some Dratherian in the bar trying to get something through illegal means.

"Right, I'll meet you later in the bar then, shall I?"
Getting what?

"I'll let you know."
Naquada.

"See you later then."
I'd better hurry.

CINR decided that the easiest way to attract the attention of security was to make some sort of loud noise or disruption. Moments later, everyone heard a loud explosion throughout the station as CINR played a recording of a 'battlecruiser plasma cannon in atmosphere' in an audio store. At full blast, no less.

OOC Just for reference the Familiars i.e. floating skulls can talk through a mechanical voice.

IC
Lortas did not even notice the sound as the barrier's strength was intensified the sound could not be heard by either person encompassed in the field. Lortas spoke through a familiar again, "Anyhow this is more a procurement of materials required to build the necessary weapon. There is nothing illegal about it I just wish to keep said weapon a surprise for future fights against other teams. One must always have an ace or two up their sleeve. A secret such a thing must stay in order to be an effective tool."

Lortas responded, "Yes of course this Constable should not be much of a problem. As for the sample yes I have one." After saying this he pulls a small block of a black ceramic from his utility belt. He squezed it as hard as he could and it stood firm. He then dropped it on the counter with a soft clunk. "As you may or may not know as a Space Marine I could tear through some of the strongest metals with only my hands. But as you can see this material counteracts my own strength. Here is your sample do your best to replicate it. Your other stuff seems in order. As for this Constable Odo I can deal with him using my familiars. See an odd thing about all of us Space Marines from the Blood Ravens Legion is that we have a high Psyker rate. Which accounts for my familiars here which will have no problem circumventing these shipments from his sight. As well my expertise as a Techmarine can keep such things from all station records. You take care of your part and I will take care of mine. Such technology will not be illegal to use the weapon itself will be in effect a power disruption weapon. We already use Leech Missiles on our Heavyarms unit this will just be a more mobile form of the technology so it can be used as an ulterior weapon to say the Buster Rifle on the Wing Zero. It will be in your best interest not to tell anyone of my plans for a new weapon on the battlefield. Now how much will this run me? Oh and if you have some Fenrisian Ale I will take a large stine of that."

Ron snorted as he slid the sample of ceramic material under the counter. The replicators behind the bar were only simple food replicators. He would have to use the industrial replicator in the back room. When his hand came back, he had a bottle of Fenrisian Ale. He winced as the Hakurabi monitoring device went sonic, his Ferengi ears were quite sensitive.

"Come back tonight after the bar has closed," he said, "I will know by then if I can replicate more of the sample. In the meantime," he grabbed the largest stine he had and poured the Ale into it, "I'll check to see when the next ship transporting either weapons grade Naquada or Naquadria stops by on its way to the third planet. I'll also have probablly 'aquired' some crates of refined Baakonite by tonight as well."

He looked furtively around, Odo could be anything, anywhere, at anytime. That was the problem with shape-shifters, they were able to hide perfectly in plain sight.

Victor winced at the noise and saw that Ron and mystery man had completed their buisness. He also wondered whether the rumours of the averice of the orangy skinned peoples where true.

*Snip*
CINR decided that the easiest way to attract the attention of security was to make some sort of loud noise or disruption. Moments later, everyone heard a loud explosion throughout the station as CINR played a recording of a 'battlecruiser plasma cannon in atmosphere' in an audio store. At full blast, no less.

At the noise, a chair at a near-by table shifted into a golden substance that morphed into Constable Odo (http://startrek.jaafar.net/odo.jpg).

"Stop that racket," he said calmly, "or I will arrest you for disturbing the peace."

Lortas refocused his attention saying, "No problem. All I need is for you to keep this as secret as possible whether it be legal or not. I prefer you keep it as legal as possible money is no object. I will also say that I need around two tons of that ceramic it is very light but I also have other uses for it. And I will need a double amount of necessary Baakonite." Even as they were talking the psionic net was working aginst any being and his familiars were removing things from security logs with no trace of their activities. Lortas grabbed the stine and said, "Thank you. But as I was saying money is no object." With that the barrier dropped and Lortas sipped at his Fenrisian Ale enjoying the great and powerful taste. He looked at the man named Victor and beckoned him over with a wave of his giant gauntleted arm.

Victor looked at the man with an arched eyebrow but picked up his drink and wandered over. "Yes?" He asked

Lortas refocused his attention saying, "No problem. All I need is for you to keep this as secret as possible whether it be legal or not. I prefer you keep it as legal as possible money is no object. I will also say that I need around two tons of that ceramic it is very light but I also have other uses for it. And I will need a double amount of necessary Baakonite." Even as they were talking the psionic net was working aginst any being and his familiars were removing things from security logs with no trace of their activities. Lortas grabbed the stine and said, "Thank you. But as I was saying money is no object." With that the barrier dropped and Lortas sipped at his Fenrisian Ale enjoying the great and powerful taste. He looked at the man named Victor and beckoned him over with a wave of his giant gauntleted arm.

Ron nodded his understanding. He then picked up the ceramic sample and ducked into his office to use his computer to check the time of the next shipment of Naquadria.

OOC: Last post for the night.

Lortas smiled and said, "Sit down. Please, I wish to have a good conversation. So what team is it you fight for?"

"I'm a member of Spectral, you?" Victor asked as he took the indicated seat.

Lortas laughed, "Ah ok well I'm Lortas Isador of Team Hitokiri. And let me guess your name is Victor Lugosie right?"

"What's your point 'path?" Victor asked in a voice tinged with disgust as mostly innate mental shields snapping into place as his suspicions were triggered. The epitaph of 'path was laden with disgust.

SKAL flicked the device back off and went back to sipping his drink.

CINR flicked off the sound system, and extracted his card, then greeted Constable Odo.

"Gladly. Now that I've managed to attract your attention, I'd like to inform you of certain goings-on at Ron's Bar and Grill. Evidently someone's trying to get a hold of Weapons-Grade Nasquadria. One of my teammates should have a copy of their conversation, and can turn it over to you should you need it. Mind you, how DO you do that? I'm familiar with changelings, but teleportation?"

SKAL flicked the device back off and went back to sipping his drink.

CINR flicked off the sound system, and extracted his card, then greeted Constable Odo.

"Gladly. Now that I've managed to attract your attention, I'd like to inform you of certain goings-on at Ron's Bar and Grill. Evidently someone's trying to get a hold of Weapons-Grade Nasquadria. One of my teammates should have a copy of their conversation, and can turn it over to you should you need it. Mind you, how DO you do that? I'm familiar with changelings, but teleportation?"

"I was there the whole time. I tend to stick around here," Odo smirks, "mainly to drive Ron up the wall as he tries to keep his business dealings secret from me.

"As for the attainment of weapons-grade Naquada, I will be looking into that.

"Have your friend drop the tape by my office at his earliest convinience. I do hope it wasn't obtained through any less than legal methods."

Odo knew that as long as Ron aquired what he was after through the proper channels, there was nothing he could do about it. But, if Ron stepped over the line even once, Odo would be there to catch him at it.

OOC: Last post for the night.

"You mean acquiring Weapons-Grade material is LEGAL? Wow. At any rate, I'll have him drop it off when I can get a hold of him."

Not a long time later, the datacube was sitting on Odo's desk, along with a note detailing the methods of acquisition and a copy of the documents authorising use of a vibration analyser.

INAS, after running his errands, decided to get to work armouring the Kbots against Dratherian weaponry. The Anti-Gravitational shielding provided more than sufficient defence against the chainguns, but the beamswords were another issue and the Kbots were carefully covered in power discharge terminals. They would provide some defence against beamswords.

Illiad worked on the three mechs and when he received a page from Victor that there were 'paths, the bottom of the barrel as far as psychics were concerned, he also fitted the combat suits with the 'tin-foil' hats that most people mocked, but did better than all but the absolute best innate shields and forced a psychic to expand a great deal of effort and concentration to overcome, something a pilot could scarce afford in the heat of a fire fight. He also made sure to ensure that the interface points were at peak preformance and when Kip, Sara and Victor replied, he'd check their interface points as well.

ooc: Linguistic clarification:
'path = mid-level insult
telepath = neutral

Whilst the Hakurabi were already impossible to psionically affect, INAS decided to add a passive weapon that could tip the scales in their favour. So, when the Kbots strode proudly into battle, the superperceptive Dratherians would notice the little tinfoil hats taped to the tops of the mechs.

"You mean acquiring Weapons-Grade material is LEGAL? Wow. At any rate, I'll have him drop it off when I can get a hold of him."
*Snip*

Odo harumphed, "I never said that. I said I would look into it. The possession of weapons-grade Naquada by non-authorized personnel is against the law. One can acquire it only if they have the right authorization," a pause, "Remember that if you get any ideas."

With that, he turned and walked out of the bar headed for his office.

Lortas paused for a second then turned and called Ron back handing him a Military Security Clearance card saying, "This should help to keep things legal." He turned back to Victor and laughed, "My knowing your name is nothing having to do with my psionic capabilities but rather my technological. However my point is what do you think of this planet and the other teams?"

"I haven't met the other teams, and we're on a space station so I have no idea what the planet's like." Victor replied

Lortas looked at him carefully while pulling out a small holocube which glowed to life with a detailed map of the planet he then said, "It is a desert world with a relatively nice landscape. And as for the other teams I think certain other members of them are underhanded however the spying is understandable because Knowledge is Power."

"What about conducting shady deals?" He asked, "Is that more or less ethical than eavesdropping?"

Lortas eyed him and laughed, "Well yes some shady deals are unethical depending. See some are deals that arent exactly legal and by most part unethical while others like the 'shady' deal I just made is for materials and more for keeping my new technology for the mechs secret from the other teams. I assume you were referring to my deal with the Ferengi named Ron."

"Correct, and you could have simply gone to a discreet dealer than do it as you did." He replied

Lortas smiled, "True but would that have gone more legally? By choosing a man closely watched by the station's security I made sure that it would be as legal as possible while doing it with some lurker in the station could have made it very illegal. See what if the discreet dealer had been caught doing this illegaly what would happen to our team?"

"If it was a legal buisness man, then you'd have no problem." He replied, "As it is, by forcing it to be put under the station's microscope, it won't remain discreet for long."

Lortas smiled briefly saying, "Of course this is somewhat true however legal businessmen are rare around this station. So I turned to a man that would be more trustworthy and capable than most others. Trust me I have had dealings with the Ferengi before. For the right amount of money they can get you what you want faster and more legally than any other businessman. As well if security does find out which will be highly unlikely they cannot do anything about it. Because it will be completely legal if only secretive which is not a crime. Knowledge is power my friend."

"Knowladge is also weakness." Victor replied

Lortas looked very serious and replied in a stern voice, "How is knowledge a weakness?"

"Because you can't tell when it's truth or falsehood." He replied

Lortas loosened his expression slightly, "This is true but when I say Knowledge is power it is our Legion's motto. When we say this we mean the truth we seek out all true knowledge. and should we ever get falsehoods they are always found out before they can harm us. This is one advantage to having a Legion with a very high percentage of Psykers."

"Psychics can be deceived or blocked as well." He replied

Lortas smiled, "This is true but see we are all trained in the Library Sanitorium as part of our initial training. So even if psychically we can be decieved we can still see through the falsehoods to find the truth. We are in a sense detectives and everyone of us are great minds. So as you can see even with falsehoods we will always inevitably find the truth. Sherlock Holmes once said, 'When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'"

"But those who know what they are doing can make all seem possible, but anywho, I'm sure you didn't want to solely talk comparative views with me." Victor replied

Lortas laughed saying, "Yeah, well so what nation do you hail from?"

"Not really sure." Victor replied

Lortas said, "Huh, hows that possible?"

"Well I was found in space." Victor replied

Lortas laughed and said, "Ah now I see. Well I think we must be leaving this bar will be closing very soon. Maybe I will see you at the end of the path." With that Lortas finished his ale and walked away. He arrived at the end of the blue lit path and waited for everyone else to arrive.

Victor shook his head at the man's oddities and finished his drink.

Meanwhile Kip and Sara had returned to the Hake'll.

OOC: Sorry about not posting for a while, I've been having some technical issues with my new\old Mac, and I'm still trying to get them worked out, so I may not post much at night fo a while... It's working for now, but it may not last very long...

IC:

The 4 Ravens returned to the Paradigm Shift once they had had their drinks. Now all they waited for was the commencement of the fights...

"The correct authorisation has to actually be Ziian, right?" CINR called after Odo.


In the meantime, modifications to the Elttinwroe were underway, a loud whirr echoing throughout the workshop as the howitzer was removed from the mech, and its two main ammunition bays were taken out. Lowered into its place was a converted D-Gun and two auxilary fusion reactors into what used to hold the ammunition bays. In confined areas a long range howitzer would be of little use.

The Jethros were next to have their armaments reworked, trading in their Surface-to-Air missile launchers for short-range rockets with larger plasma warheads. Compared to the SAMs, they were smaller, solid fuelled, and more powerful. They flew faster and had twice the yield of the SAMs. This was obvious, as they did not require either guidance systems or a steerable propulsion system, so could simply use solid fuel thrusters. This led to a comparative drop in weight and so there were fifteen rockets per launcher as opposed to the six guided missiles.

The rest of the team showed up moments later.

After the bar had closed Lortas came back and was waiting silently by the counter. He couldn't be found or detected by anyone he didn't want to be. This was due to his Psionic and Technological net. He was annoyed at the fact that the Ferengi had not shown up yet but was waiting calmly.

"The correct authorisation has to actually be Ziian, right?" CINR called after Odo.
*Snip*

Odo replied, "Zian if you are refering to someone originating from the fourth planet. Collectively, the people who originate from this star system are known as Zoidians."

After the bar had closed Lortas came back and was waiting silently by the counter. He couldn't be found or detected by anyone he didn't want to be. This was due to his Psionic and Technological net. He was annoyed at the fact that the Ferengi had not shown up yet but was waiting calmly.

OOC: As it was your material, you decide if Ron was able to replicate that ceramic stuff of yours.

IC: Ron came out of his office and said, "Just our luck. A ship carrying some Naquadria is stopping at this station tomorrow night. I managed to arrange a trade for a few liters worth of it. The Zoidians were quite willing to trade some Naquadria for a couple crates full of Ferengi phaser pistols."

OOC: Got to get to class. BBL.

OOC: Yeah he could I really need it.

IC
Lortas smiled, "Good then Ferengi, but about the Omnidium how does that progress? And how much will all of this cost me?"

OOC: Yeah he could I really need it.

IC
Lortas smiled, "Good then Ferengi, but about the Omnidium how does that progress? And how much will all of this cost me?"

Ron replied, "Half of the requested amount has already been replicated. It would be done by now, but Bron decided to take apart my second industrial replicator."

"Good I will take it I need the Omnidium for a more urgent project at the moment. Now how much do you need in Latinum?"

On Board the Absolution: Helsman, "Captain the system AI is wacking out on us, she is putting us in Orbit around the planet, and I didnt issue the command." Captn, "Hmm let me see, well its logged in the system as a preplanned orbit schedule but we werent supposed to go in this orbit till the start of the tournament, I guess the AI is just getting a head start, Oh well, just put us back." Helmsman, "Aye" -he begins working his console then after a bit grunts annoyedly, "Sir the AI refuses to responed to my commands. wait here we go...what my terminal has been shut down sir." -Immediately the bridge door seals and all the systems begin going offline. "What the hell is going on", the captain asked. "Sir all systems are forzen up the AI has firewalled all manual controls, we no longer control the ship, It is Lowering internal air pressure on all decks! Its attempting to knock us" He never finished as the comm officer fell to the floor along with everyone else into a forced sleep.

In space the ship began shifting is postion transfoming into battlemode (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/macross13main.jpg) and preping its main cannons towards the station. At the same moment another bluntmandia vessel Fold spaced in system it was a Valivarre Class Super Dimensional Battleship (http://www.artemisgames.com/robotech/Naval/Valivarre.html) BSDF Polaris. She immdiately opened a comm channel with Admiral Silent bob, comepletely oblivious to the fact the Absolution was going into battlemode behind her.

-On the space station as Silent Bob was walking the corridors his comm beeped: "Admiral, this a Class 1 Priority Message from Bluntmandia prime, it seems They have slipped past our borderline automated defense a small fleet of Them have penetrated into our solar system as well as some others, we must not let them get close to the other races, they are not prepare for Their kind." He quickly replied, "My lord, they have finally traced us here to this galaxy I will not watch our people and these die to them! Rally the fleets from everywhere we will repel them and seal up the hole in our defense networks holding them out. Im going to pull our team from the tournament were gonna move them to the frontlines." He clicks his comm off and races off to the local tournaments officals office.

"Good I will take it I need the Omnidium for a more urgent project at the moment. Now how much do you need in Latinum?"

Ron pulled out a PADD and did some quick calculations.

"For the amount of Omnidium replicated already, it comes out to be 15 bars," he said.

OOC: Don't forget to try and haggle the price down.

*Snip*
In space the ship began shifting is postion transfoming into battlemode (http://unsd.macrossroleplay.org/macross13main) and preping its main cannons towards the station. At the same moment another bluntmandia vessel Fold spaced in system it was a Valivarre Class Super Dimensional Battleship (http://www.artemisgames.com/robotech/Naval/Valivarre.html) BSDF Polaris. She immdiately opened a comm channel with Admiral Silent bob, comepletely oblivious to the fact the Absolution was going into battlemode behind her.
*Snip*

The ten Liandras came roaring towards the changing ship. They would dart about it checking to see if it was anything they should worry about. The lead craft informed the station's command center and suggested they deploy the weapons systems as a precaution.

The ten Liandras came roaring towards the changing ship. They would dart about it checking to see if it was anything they should worry about. The lead craft informed the station's command center and suggested they deploy the weapons systems as a precaution.

At the SeaQuestian commander's suggestion, it was decided to deploy the weapons pylons.

The massive, diamond-shaped station was deceptive in its passive form. When the weapons system was activated, huge panels in each of its faces open and massive step-pyramid structures come sliding out, step by step. At the tip of the weapons spines, a lens-like concentration of focusing fields formed. These would allow the beams fired to be aimed in any direction.

Kira replied, "The Triplanetary War was between the three habited planets in this star system. It turns out that a small group were manipulating things behind the scenes for their own benefit.

"As to your question, I believe the Zoidian governement would only accept that if you were able to make it sporting. With the war ending only a few a little while ago, the entertainment industry has seen quite the resurrection. Anyways, I'm not the one to ask. I was just put in charge of this station for the Tournament's duration. As soon as we are finished here, I'll introduce you to the Councilor in charge of the Tournament planet."

OOC:Oops, missed your post 8>/ Ill have to skip the end of the convo now. May I ask what the living quarters are actually like??

Lortas laughed and said, "I'll give you 14 bars now and 18 for the next shipment."

Lortas laughed and said, "I'll give you 14 bars now and 18 for the next shipment."

Ron did some quick calculations on his PADD and grinned.

"That comes to be a total of thirty-two bars," he said, "sounds reasonable."

He bent down and heaved a crate up onto the counter.

"Here is the first half."

Ron was trying to keep this brief in case Odo showed up.

At the SeaQuestian commander's suggestion, it was decided to deploy the weapons pylons.

The massive, diamond-shaped station was deceptive in its passive form. When the weapons system was activated, huge panels in each of its faces open and massive step-pyramid structures come sliding out, step by step. At the tip of the weapons spines, a lens-like concentration of focusing fields formed. These would allow the beams fired to be aimed in any direction.

A transmission came out from the ship, on the Screen appeared the Captain of the Vessel, "Didn't mean to alarm you all, we are experiancing some technical difficulties with the onboard A.I. system, as you can see the Turreted weapon systems are not even powered on, we suspect its just a slight glitch in the programming it did the transformation when it was really just told to vent our waste. Sorry about setting off all the panic alarms." -End transmission

The ship itself remained transformed but was motionless and nothing weapon wise was turned on.

Back on the station Silent Bob was informing the Tournament commite his grave news, "Im sorry but my team and I, will have to withdraw from the tournament...."he hesitated. "Some business came up and we have to recall back to our homeworld, nothings wrong I assure you, just something that needs to be address back at home. My team and I will return once it is taken care of." He paused waiting for their reply.

(Ferengi Consortium: It comes to 32 bars, not 22.)

Lortas handed Ron the 32 Bars and took the material with him wishing the Ferengi a good day. He then returned to the tech lab on the base and began setting up the Omnidium armor for the mechs.

Lortas handed Ron the 32 Bars and took the material with him wishing the Ferengi a good day. He then returned to the tech lab on the base and began setting up the Omnidium armor for the mechs.

Odo watched him leave from where he stood on the upper level of the promenade across from Ron's.

OOC: Where did everyone go?

Once Illiad, Sara, Victor and Kip returned to the Hake'll, Victor took the buckets of liquid Latinum to get converted, while Sara did the fine-tuning to Viper(Illiad having done the major works) while Illiad and Kip continued working on the Sledge and Typhoon.