On Mon, 14 Jun 1999 07:48:47 -0700, "+ +"

<veronyca_elvenchild@my-deja.com>; writes to USS Galileo

<galileo@ucip.org>;:



OOC:  I'm sorry about the lateness of this log, but there was a water main

break near hear that made water on campus undrinkable and shut the campus

down on friday.  Also I couldn't get my email account at home to work

properly.  BIG sowwies to all.  I'll do better now, really. :)



IC:



Triss was more than just a little nervous about piloting the ship, but she

decided to just do her best and hope to whatever gods were listening that her

best was good enough.  She aimed the ship at the portal and headed toward it.

 As it was, she barely got the ship through before the portal toppled off of

the cliff, but they never heard the crash as it rolled down the mountain.



The trip through the portal was less than pleasant.  The ship shook violently

and Triss was worried for a moment that the structural integrity field would

collapse.  Then they emerged from the other side of the portal and were all

thrown from their seats like rag dolls, landing randomly about the bridge.



Triss slowly got to her feet, rubbing the side of her head where it had

connected with the side of a chair.  "This is going to cause one hell of

a headache," she muttered to herself.  She hauled herself back into her

chair and checked to see if her console was still working.  It was, but the

readout was far from encouraging.  They had used up so much power to keep the

shields holding through the portal that there wasn't enough left to power the

engines, leaving them effectively dead in the water.



Davis> Triss, report.



Triss> Dead in the water Steve.  We have minimal, and I mean *very*

minimal, power to the navigational thrusters, but otherwise nothing.  We

won't be going anywhere soon.



Davis> ::nods:: I see.  Well, hopefully Dach will be able to give us some

help there. ::takes a closer look at her and notices the rapidly forming

bruise and bump:: Are you alright Triss?



Triss> ::gingerly fingers the bump and nods, grimacing slightly:: I'm

fine.  I've had worse.



Davis> ::nods:: Alright, if you say so.  Why don't you head down to

engineering and see if you can help Ens Dach down there?



Triss> Alright. ::heads to engineering::



Davis> +taps+ Ensign Dach, I've send Lt(jg) Moraine down to help you out.



Dach> +taps+ Acknowledged.



A few moments later Triss walked into engineering and looked around for

Ta'ra.



____________________________________



LtJg Trissana Moraine

Executive Officer

USS Galileo NCC-62773

"Beauty is beyond law."



AKA:

LtJg Mykayla Brooks

Asst. Engineering Officer

USS Avalon



LtJg Kendre N'rell

Chief Medical Officer

USS Magellan



Ens AisLynn Traereth of the House of K`meHl

Chief of Security

SB Arcadia



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