Session Start: Thu Jun 07 21:23:44 2001
* Logging #whosim to 'comet3_20010607.txt'
<NthDoc> <---puts away half pint of Comfort Ben and Jerry's
<Dr10> Hmmmm... nice.
<Jacie> Ok, shall we do a CASTING CALL?
<IrishTCat> Hmmmm
<NthDoc> Who shall I play?
<IrishTCat> Whats your other email address Tunaster
<NthDoc> <--needs direction
<Dr10> <==== The Doctor
<Dr10> asnider@zoo.uvm.edu
<IrishTCat> <<Irish T (The cat in pink boots) Cat
<IrishTCat> No the other one 
<Dr10> Take any unclaimed character and have fun. It is really great that you are with us again. I'll appreciate any contributions to play you decide to make.
<IrishTCat> Hi Cody are you on the applet too ? 
<NthDoc> Mm--what's left again?
<Cody> dooh, have no idea
<Jacie> Well, there's Tara, Elysia... and COntroller Nadu.
<NthDoc> *rolls 1d3*
<Jacie> Cody, you need to pick to because Londar died.
<Dr10> Tara, Elysia, and then David's characters.
<Cody> <:sniff:::>
<NthDoc> Looks like I'll take Tara--just feed me my motivation, and I'll take it from there.
<Dr10> That just happens to some characters.
<NthDoc> <===Tara
<Cody> <And I was looking for my old dra
<IrishTCat> You are Thal 
<IrishTCat> Your cousins are tasty to the green kitty cat 
<IrishTCat> Beware the green kitty cat 
<Dr10> <===Malen, acting sick (until David arrives)
<Jacie> <hold on guys. I'm helping Joel and David with a video card problem.>
<NthDoc> k
<Cody> <weird screen went weird, got an indicator about Irish pic but nothing shows>
<IrishTCat> You have to open the file
<IrishTCat> Or better yet ask Jen 
<Cody> <how?>
<IrishTCat> I just open it via windows 
<IrishTCat> it should be in the file for mirc under downloads
<Dr10> I just looked at your pic, Rob. Such a serious expression! Hiding out behind the shades no doubt.
<Jacie> Ok back. And remember, just say NO to on board video.
<IrishTCat> Those are my new presciption sunglasses 
<Cody> <Ok, found it by using search :-) >
<Jacie> David won't be able to make it as his computer is in pieces right now, so he said to brave on w/o him.
<NthDoc> Oh, m'k.
<Jacie> His character Malen is mostly unconscious anyhow.
<Dr10> I can do Malen thrashing about.
<Jacie> Cody, did you want to do Controller Nadu?
<Cody> <going for a Don Johnson look? ;-) >
<Cody> <K>
*** Cody is now known as CtrlNadu
<IrishTCat> <<I had a headache that day that lasted 4 more days>>
<Jacie> Ok, places people!
<Jacie> <BTW, I'll take Elysia.>
<NthDoc> *cracks knuckles*
<Jacie> <<NEW ADVENTURES OF DOCTOR WHO SIMULATION>>
<Jacie> <<COMET OF DEATH>>
<Jacie> <<PART THREE>>
<Jacie> <<BY JEN KOKOSKI>>
<CtrlNadu> <ok, then Don Johnson with a hangover 8-D >
<Dr10> *High tech med unit on Endoria
<Jacie> <Oh, guess I'll also do Cristof.>
<Jacie> @ = Thal Ship in the asteroid belt circling Endoria
<IrishTCat> * ::Irish stops to listen to something then nods his head::
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor shakes his head with concern for Malen, strapped into a very high tech medical couch:::
<IrishTCat> * ::Irish slips away ::
<NthDoc> <Okay--direct me!>
<Jacie> @ ::Cristof works at the biosynthesizing unit in the medibay::
<IrishTCat> & - Endorian Control room
<Jacie> <Ok, right now Tara is offscreen. I'll prompt you to enter.>
<NthDoc> <...groovy>
<Dr10> *Malen> :::Thrshes about and mumbles incoherently::: Colabasanda uumpakanatoyo...
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish slips into the control room where several people are scurrying about ::
<Jacie> @ ::Jacie hears Elysia moan from her bed::
<Jacie> @ ::reaches out to touch the girl::
<Jacie> @ Oh no. She's burning up.
<IrishTCat> & ::His green eyes scan the room before seeing the control room panel that Voice sent to him::
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor speaks somewhat sternly:: Controller Nadu, I might be able to help this man, he is fading fast.
<Jacie> @ Elysia>::mumbles:: Grandfather. ::turns her head in search of Malen::
<Dr10> * Allow me to engage in some reasonable therapeutic intervention.
<Jacie> @ ::sees telltale rosy patches on Elysia's cheeks::
<IrishTCat> & Hmmm I want the long range scanners then .. Yes Yes theres no reason to be quite so loud. I do understand what I am suppose to do..
<Jacie> @ Cristof, she's getting worse!
<CtrlNadu> * Our mediservice computers are programed for over 5 thousand viral strands, plus they have programs to identify new strands. Your services are not needed
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish listens to the reports about the meteor strikes and the locations where they are landing ::
<Dr10> *You seem a lot more sure of that than your patient here does.
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::glances over concerned:: The virus has entered it's toxic stage.
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish slips through the room going unnoticed until he jumps on top of the control panel :: 
<Jacie> @ Will you be able to engineer an anti-toxin?
<IrishTCat> & Hey Get that foreign creature off that panel ! 
<Jacie> @ Cristof>I almost got it. ::returns to his work::
<CtrlNadu> *"I" am not delirious ::turns  up nose:
<Dr10> *Malen>:::raises his arms tossing his sheets off of him, displayinmg the red blotches which are spreading over his body.:::
<Jacie> @ Hurry. ::watches as Elysia begins tossing and turning:: She won't last much longer.
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish touches the panels with his paws adjusting the focus to the apporaching comets tail:: 
<Jacie> @ She's just a little girl.
<Jacie> @ Cristof>Almost. Just need to resequence the gene order.
<CtrlNadu> * ::Facee  remains calm but eyes show disgust at Malens sores::
<IrishTCat> & ::Little red flashing panels activate as sinister ships are shown hidden in the comet:: 
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor points at Malen:: Look, his moment of crisis is coming, you see these crimson markings, not a pretty sight, let me help him.
<Jacie> @ Why do they keep doing this? Ruthless bas--
<Jacie> @ Cristof>Got it!
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::hurries over to Elysia's bedside with a hypospray.
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish is ignored as everyone reacts to the sight :: 
<CtrlNadu> * :Clears throat::: If you insist....I guess you can't do any harm that our mediservice computers can't repair
<Jacie> @ Cristof>Cross your fingers. ::injects the Anti-Toxin::
<IrishTCat> & Cor Its an invasion fleet .. 
<Jacie> @ ::just then the medibay door slides open::
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor calls to a meditech::: Flush him with electrolytes, it will stabilize him at least.
<IrishTCat> & W> Someone contact Nadu to inform him of this .. 
<Jacie> <Ok, cue Tara. You are the brash commander and want an update.>
<NthDoc> @ ::Tara, the brash commander, storms in::
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Update.  Now.
<Jacie> @ ::glances up then back to the sick child::
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor waves a small hand scanner over Malen:::
<Jacie> @ She's sick, if you haven't noticed.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> What is the status of the child?
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  How sick?  I want details!
<Dr10> *My goodness, his cells are breaking down at the most basic level. This virus is working too well.
<Jacie> @ Cristof>The Skaaron Virus has entered the toxic stage. I administered an Anti-Toxin. Now we just wait.
<Jacie> @ Cristof>It might be too late. ::checks the autosensors:: She's already started entereing celullar breakdown.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Just wait, huh?  Great...
<IrishTCat> * ::com unit activates:: Controller Nadu You are needed in the Control Room .. 
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Can you give me a percentage?
<Jacie> @ It's so fast. It took weeks before anyone got this sick.
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor nods::: It can only do that if it is specifically aimed at a species or genetic group.
<CtrlNadu> * Cellular collapse? You betray your incompetance shaman, Endorians are ...
<NthDoc> @ ::Tara nurses a migraine headache with her fingers::
<IrishTCat> * ::Mental voice of Irish reaches out to tap on Makers mental door:: ///Maker We have a problem and you had better come here to the control room///
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor stands back with nthe realization:: This isn't a natural illness, this must be a biological attack!
<CtrlNadu> * That would require someone to aim it ::Shakes head::: Such nonsense
<Jacie> @ Crisof>67% cellular decay. The Daleks have created a monster of their virus. It's a miracle she's held on this long.
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor thinks to Irish::: //What is it Irish, I am trying to save Malen//
<NthDoc> @ Tara> No! No, no, no!  I will NOT accept defeat!!!
<CtrlNadu> * :::wrist comlink flashes and beeps. Nadu raises it towards his face and speaks activating voice circuits:: Controller Nadu, speak
<NthDoc> @ ::rushes to the child's side::
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Stay with me...you can do it...
<IrishTCat> * ::com unit activates:: Controller Nadu You are needed in the Control Room .. 
<CtrlNadu> * > Comlink voice> Sir, you are urgently neede in the control room
<IrishTCat> * ///It is an invasion fleet ///
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::aside to Jacie:: Tara and I lost alot of friends to this disease. Including her husband and daughter.
<CtrlNadu> * :Looks regretfully at Malen but remains calm at least vocally:: Very well. On my way
<NthDoc> @ Tara> ::quietly:: Not again...not now...come on...
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor turns and mentally charts a course to the control room:::
<Dr10> * ::The Doctor follows Controller Nadu:::
<Jacie> @ ::finds herself agreeing with Tara for a change::
<CtrlNadu> * :::Does  a lazy about face and leaves for Control Room:
<CtrlNadu> <dooh, move up or cut>
<Jacie> @ Cristof>:;quirks an eyebrow:: When did you encounter the Skaaron Virus, Jacie? It's amazing that you're the only one immune. Thals have worked for generations to come up with a suitable Anti-Toxin. None of the researchers survived exposure.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Yes...I'm curious about that myself.
<Jacie> @ ::says grimly:: On Earth. A long time ago. My father was on the medical research team.
<IrishTCat> <<Its all that cat salavia that Irish has gotten on her >> 
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Was?
<Dr10> <symbol for control room?>
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish is looking at the long range sensors:: 
<Jacie> @ He died getting the Anti-Toxin to my siblings... and I. There wasn't enough for him.
<Jacie> @ ::Elysia lets out a long sigh::
<Jacie> @ Cristof?
<Dr10> <be right back, got to change laundry>
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Are you alright?
<CtrlNadu> <At l east this model rocet can save our son, Jo-el ;-) >
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::pulls out his portable mediscanner:: Cellular decay at 37.6%. It's working. ::smiles:: We did it Tara. I think she's gonna make it.
<IrishTCat> & Hmmmmm I cant *see* anything clearly ..
<NthDoc> @ ::Tara lets out a long sigh of relief, and chokes back tears::
<Jacie> @ ::the rosey patches begin fading::
<NthDoc> @ Tara>Good work, Cristof......Ms. Hunter.....
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish looks at his pink boots and grumbles loudly himself::
<IrishTCat> & DO hurry up Maker .. 
<Jacie> @ ::Sighs herself:: Good. ::closes her eyes silently thanking her father::
<Jacie> @ What now?
<NthDoc> @ ::Tara takes a deep breath::
<Jacie> <Ok, Tara mention your plans. Daleks are gonna attack in 60 hours. Meteors are showering the planet surface. They need to contact Endoria.>
<Jacie> <Oh, and Tara should order Cristof to synthesize more Anti-Toxin>
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish sits down to wait impatiently for Maker to show up::
<IrishTCat> <<Kal-el  Cody >> 
<NthDoc> @ Tara> We've got Daleks on the way--ETA 60 hours.  In addition, meteors are showering the planet's surface.  If we want to claim any sort of victory we need to contact Endoria.  I'll take care of that.  Cristof--get me more of that antitoxin.  Stat.
<IrishTCat> <<Jo-el is a cousin of No-el >> 
<CtrlNadu> < 8-D >
<Jacie> @ Cristof>Yes Commander.
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Ms. Hunter?
<Jacie> @ ::opens eyes:: what?
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish becomes convinced that he is experiencing temporal slowdown as he looks around for Maker once again :: 
<Dr10> <Back>
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  ...thank you.
<CtrlNadu> <WB>
<Jacie> <Hey Tuna!>
<IrishTCat> & Its these darn boots .. 
<IrishTCat> <<wb Maker>> 
<Jacie> @ ::pauses at the teary look in otherwise tough warrior::
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor follows Nadu into the control room, sees Irish, and then begins to scan all of the displays trying to understand the situation.:::
<NthDoc> @ ::Ashamed of her display of emotion, she turns away and storms towards the communication console::
<Jacie> @ I haven't done anything, yet. I just Daleks would crawl back into the rock they came from.
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish looks up when Maker comes in before reassuming his watchful stare at a communication panel as if he is waiting for a call::
<NthDoc> @ ::facing away::  Well, let's see if we can send them there--or at least direct them towards a hard place.
<IrishTCat> <<Jen You could suggest feeding the Daleks to Irish >>
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor lets his curiousity get the better of him::: What is the situation and status report!
<Jacie> <Ok ready for the call from Thal to Endoria.>
<Dr10> &SensorTech> We detect an alien presence in the comets visiting our system.
<IrishTCat> & Alein fleet is coming towards us and should arrive in 33 nanocliks .. 
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor smiles::: thank you.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> ::pounds at buttons, making loud clicking sounds::
<IrishTCat> <<Wake up Nadu >> 
<Jacie> <Cody?>
<CtrlNadu> <Waiting for call from Tara>
<Jacie> <Ok, coming in.>
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Come in, Endoria--do you read?
<CtrlNadu>  :::Looks at screen:: I would advise you to halt your fleet now, and spare yourself decimation by the Endorian defense satellites
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor turns and looks at the screen and recognizes a proud Thal warrior. He smiles:::
<Jacie> @ ::Cristof returns to working at the biosynthesizer, Jacie lingers and Elysia's bedside, while Tara works at the visicomM::
<NthDoc> @ Tara> I'm not interested in destroying your planet--I bring you a warning.
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish just looks sort of annoyed as he stares at the screen ::
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor whispers to Nadu::: I know her people, I am sure she comes as a friend.
<CtrlNadu> & Reverse  your invasion fleet or I will order our defences to fire!
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor whispers again, more slowly:: Do not act rashly...
<NthDoc> @ Tara> There are no invasion fleets to reverse!  Hold your fire...you must hear what I have to say!
<Jacie> @ ::follows over to Tara's angry voice::
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Destroy my ship, and you will put your entire planet in danger.
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor whispers even softer, to himself this time::: Daleks...
<Jacie> @ ::sees a familiar face on the VisiCom, whispers to self:: Doctor.
<IrishTCat> & Lunch and me trapped in this awful field .. ::Irish says to himself::
<CtrlNadu> & Endora is in no danger
<CtrlNadu> & There is nothing the superior mind can not defeat
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  ::Frustrated::  ENDORA IS IN GREAT DANGER!!!  In 60 hours the Daleks are going to arrive!
<CtrlNadu> & Then they will join the debris of your craft
<Jacie> @ ::butts into VisiComm view:: Listen to her. Endoria needs help now. You're getting hit with meteors, aren't you?
<CtrlNadu> & Our satellites will destroy them
<Jacie> @ You can't. Those meteors contain an alien virus. They'll wipe out half your people before you know it!
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor sees Jacie and smiles::: Ms. Hunter, how nice to see you!
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Are you always this brash and obnoxious when millions of lives are at stake?
<Jacie> <good line>
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor mumbles::: hubris!
<NthDoc> <danke.  =-)>
<CtrlNadu> :::Scowls::
<CtrlNadu> & ::Pushes the Doctor aside:: Endoria needs nno assistance from bobviously inferior beings.
<Jacie> @ Me too Doctor. Are you alright? Where's Irish?
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish growls loudly staring intensely at Nadu:: 
<Jacie> @ Don't be an idiot!
<IrishTCat> & He was just about to ask about Home .. ::growls::  
<NthDoc> @ Tara> I hate to burst your bubble, Controller, but you...are...weak!  The sattelites will NOT hold up under these conditions--and I will NOT allow you to sacrifice your planet for the sake of your overblown ego!
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor waves at Jacie::: And the TARDIS?
<Dr10> &Irish is here.
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor smiles::: See Irish, she is concerned about you.
<IrishTCat> & She just wants to laugh at me in this stupid pink boots Maker .. 
<CtrlNadu> & ::::Glares at guards for not removing this alien riff raff::

<Jacie> @ It's here. Elysia came down with the virus Doctor.
<Dr10> &We have this disease here. The  Malen is near death.
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  You can't shoot down a virus!
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::says off visicomm:: Got it!
<Jacie> @ Cristof>::face enters visicomm:: The Anti-Toxin is ready.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> We have an antitoxin.  We can help.  HOld your fire.
<CtrlNadu> & Hrmmp! I will not accept your gift of assistance. It could ne nothing but a ploy. What if Malen and Elsia were infected just so we would believe this drivel
<Dr10> &SensorTech> Comet particles arriving on Endoria, norther hemisphere, sector 3. Significant organic content present.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> You're insane!
<NthDoc> @ Tara>  Absolutely bloody mad!
<IrishTCat> & ::Irish looks up in the air :: Really ? Are you sure ?  ::talking to empty air:: 
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor tries again on Nadu::: It can't hurt to find out what they know about this virus.
<CtrlNadu> & ::::Stares at Sensor Tech:: What?... I.. I .... must speak with the High Council
<IrishTCat> & I will wait until that happens and then be ready to act .. 
<Jacie> @ We have a cure. Let us come down and help Malen.
<CtrlNadu> & :::Regains confidence: Very well, but only three of you can beam down AND one of those must be Elsia
<NthDoc> @ Done.
<Dr10> & ::The Doctor raises his voice::: Controller Nadu, while we wait Malen will die. Let them send down a medical team to share information with us for the sake of the Malen's life, and perhaps that of millions more.
<NthDoc> @ Tara> Cristof...do it.
<IrishTCat> & I want some antidot so I dont have to worry about the *bad air* anymore .. 
<Jacie> @ Cristof>Yes ma'am. Jacie, come with me?
<Jacie> @ Yeah. I'll get Elysia.
*** Dr10 has quit IRC (Quit: Dr10)
<CtrlNadu> <argh>
<NthDoc> <d'oh!>
<IrishTCat> <<Come back Maker >> 
<Jacie> @ ::goes over to bed and gingerly picks up the girl::
<Jacie> <ENDING CONTINUED IN COMET3B.TXT>
<CtrlNadu> <pause Cntroller Nadu>
*** CtrlNadu is now known as Cody
<NthDoc> <pause Tara>
<IrishTCat> <<Tony Harris >> 
<Jacie> <pause SIM>
<Jacie> <Pause ALL>

Session Start: Thu Jun 14 21:42:16 2001
*** Topic is 'NADW Sim: Comet of Death Pt 3 Continued'
<JenK> Got punted.
<Dr10> <====== Controller Nadu, xenophobic putz
*** JenK is now known as Jacie
<AlxKeegan> <============Cristof and the comatose Malin
<AlxKeegan> <just don't load up two many parts:-)>
<Jacie> Ok, remember we're only doing the ending tonight.
<AlxKeegan> <I'll send you the brief so you can make sure the setup ties in okay>
<IrishTCat> <<====Irish T Cat  and whoever else is necessary 
<Jacie> Anyone wanna do Tara?
<AlxKeegan> <I'll roll the credits, Jen>
<Jacie> <If not, I'll do her part as a time log.>
<AlxKeegan> <that might work better, Jen>
<AlxKeegan> <here we go!>
<AlxKeegan> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<Comet of Death, Part Three Continued>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<by Jen Kokoski>>>
<Jacie> <OK, then let the games begin>
<Jacie> # = Endoria Watch Council
<Dr10> #=Endoria Watch Council
<Dr10> <LOL>
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWCristof
<DWCristof> <rofl>
*** DWCristof sets mode: +o Jacie
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor continues to try and get as much data about the situatrion as he can, and tries not to be frustrated into rudeness by Nadu:::
<Jacie> # ::in a beam of light accompanied by a melodic tune, three figures appear in a containment field::
<DWCristof> # :::Cristof cradles the anti-toxin to his body:::
<Jacie> # ::carries the child Elysia::
<Jacie> # ::scans the room:: Doctor!
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor shakes his head as the tune stuns him just a little::
<Jacie> <Oh I forgot, Irish beamed up to the Thal ship. So Rob if you want to do that seen with Tara...>>
<Jacie> <seen=scene>
<DWCristof> # :::looks around the room:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor sees Jacie and walks quickly to her side and smiles when he sees she is not hurt.:::
<Dr10> # Hello. You seem to be right on time.
<Jacie> # Are you alright? You look frustrated.
<DWCristof> # :::walks over to Malen, looks him over quickly:::
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish looks thoughtful as he touches one pink booty to the control panel:: 
<DWCristof> # We should be in time, shall I administer the anti-toxin?
<Jacie> # Irish isn't up to his tricks again. ::then sees Controller Nadu glaring at her:: Oh.
<Dr10> #It seems as if Endoria has decided it is the be all and end all of cognitive development in this universe. They can't imagone that others might actually have a few good ideas.
<Dr10> #Nadu> And what are you three doing here, how did you arrive?
<Jacie> # Hmm, sounds like your lot.
<Dr10> #Nadu> :::Stamps his foot:: The security seals must have been breached!
<DWCristof> # :::gives Nadu an arch look::
<DWCristof> # I don't think you'd understand the technical explanation, sir.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> Keep a close eye on the actions of our enemies .. I do not trsut them .. 
<Jacie> # We don't have time for this.
<Jacie> # ::Elysia stirs from Jacie's arms:: Grandfather?
<Dr10> # Nadu? :::fumes::: Don't think I understand? Oh really, this is ridiculous.
<DWCristof> # We must act quickly to save him.
<DWCristof> # If the situation weren't so serious, I'd be laughing my head off.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> Make certain they do not have a chance to attack us if we need to pb our crewman back up from the planet .. 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor pats Elysia on the back gently::: The Malen is in there, suffering from a very difficult virus.
<Jacie> # Elysia>Grandfather's dying. ::to Nadu:: You must believe them. ::squeeze Jacie's hand:: She's been cleaned.
<DWCristof> # :::Cristof readies a dose of the anti-toxin:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor turns back to Jacie:: Catch me up to date please, Jacie, what can you tell me.
<IrishTCat> @ ::effient looking helmsman  nods:: I am detecting very little extra activity besides the fleet moving toward the planet Commadner .. 
<Dr10> #Nadu> :::Sees Cristof and moves towards him::: What are you doing there, give that to me.
<Jacie> # Elysia>Make them let you help, Jacie. Please. ::goes off to be by her grandfather's side::
<Jacie> <Um, guys, Endoria said Cristof and company could beam down. They know of the anti-toxin>
<IrishTCat> # ::Irish vanishes in a particle beam ::
<DWCristof> <okey dokey>
<Dr10> #Nadu> We must examine this first if that is the anti-toxin.
<DWCristof> # :::reluctantly hands Nadu the prepared dosage:::
<Jacie> # It's not poison.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> ::looks properly intimitadting as she stands and watches the viewer::
<DWCristof> # :::sighs in exasperation::: Examine it if you must, but quickly.  The longer you take, the more people die.
<Jacie> # Doctor, it works. I know this virus. It killed most of family.
<IrishTCat> @ :: a sparkle of green energy surges through the consoles sending the shields offline:: 
<Dr10> #Nadu> :::Squints at it:: Well, we shall submit this to full-order biochemical analysis.
<IrishTCat> @ Commadner We have a serious problem .. The shileds have just been deactivated .. 
<Dr10> #Nadu> ::: Walks stiffly out of the room:::
<IrishTCat> @ I am attempted to restore them now .. 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor nods::: Really, on Earth. Yes.... But why not you?
<IrishTCat> @ ::Tara speaks swiftly:: Locate the source of this disruption quickly .. 
<DWCristof> # To quote our Chronicles, "a little knowledge is a dangerous thing".
<Jacie> # ::glares at Nadu's back:: Idiot. We don't have time for that.
<Jacie> # My father was on the medical research team. 
<DWCristof> # :::listens to Jacie's explanation:::
<Jacie> # He helped engineer a cure. ::saddens:: He snuck out a sample and brought it home.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish appears on top of the helmsman control panel in all his glory as the shileds are restored:: 
<Jacie> # He said there was only enough for me and my brother and baby sister, but...
<IrishTCat> @ ::Tara pulls in energy weapon and fires at the foreign creature but Irish's protective field sops it up:: 
<Jacie> # My father already had the final stage of the virus. He died.
<DWCristof> # :::looks sad:::
<Jacie> # But the anti-toxin was improved. By the time the Dalek saucers landed everyone was being innoculated.
<IrishTCat> @ No time for playing with human toys .. You must get moving before my lunch attacks .. 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor bows his head, he had not heard this story before.::: Yes, it is the Daleks once again, no doubt. But where? Why haven't they shown themselves, but then if the infection is here they will soon follow.
<DWCristof> #At almost any time, I would think.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Tara replaces her energy weapon after seeing it is inefective :: Explain yourself strange creature .. 
<IrishTCat> @ Notime for talk .. Voice has *shown* me whats going to happen and I am not about to let you get her blown up! 
<Jacie> # What was that COntroller referring to when ordered the Thal invasion fleet to stand down?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: We need to be making a lot more of this anti-toxin right away or millions of Endorians could die.
<Jacie> <Um, Doc, the Endorian's spotted something in the comet tail. Thals should know of it too.>
<DWCristof> <sorry:-(>
<Dr10> <Right>
<Dr10> <We are a little slow for you tonight, Jen, please forgive.>
<Jacie> # ::studies Malen tossing and turning::
<Jacie> <No problem. I shouldn't have assumed everyone remembered last week.>
<DWCristof> # ::::readies another dosage and gives the Doctor a look:::
<DWCristof> <especially those of us who didn't make it in time for the sim:-)>
<IrishTCat> @ In fact he is coming in that direction .. ::Irish bounces on a console and points out where the lunch is coming from::
<Jacie> # The virus is progressing so fast. It took weeks until we were as bad as that.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> I am not about to take orders from a pet .. 
<Jacie> # Now it's only hours to lethal stage? ::asks Cristof::
<IrishTCat> @ The foreign creature is right Commander. I have just scanned that region and am detecting a cloaked vessel heading toward us .. 
<Jacie> <Good point David. Now you can mention how the dalelks got the virus and improved it>
<DWCristof> # The daleks continue to use the basic virus in their invasions.
<Dr10> #We have to act. Nadu is a stuck-up bureaucrat and obviously doesn't have the right to actually kill Malen, Let's do it.
<DWCristof> # They have tinkered with it, made it 1000 times faster, however.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor holds outb his hand::: Cristof, slip me another doce of that anti-toxin.
<Jacie> # Do it.
<Jacie> # The Doctor's dealt with people like Nadu before.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> Plot an evasion course immeadiately then .. ::Commander Tara looks at the foreign pet on her ship:: 
<Jacie> # They often need to be shown before they believe.
<Jacie> # It's like saving a bunch of two year olds from their own foolishness.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor takes the dose offered by Cristof and walks into thew next room where Malen and Elysia are:::
<DWCristof> # ::Cristof hands over the dosage he has prepared:::
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> If my ship gets destroyed I am turning you into a pair of gloves Pet .. 
<Jacie> <LOL Rob>
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor taps Elysia on the shoulder::: Here, let's administer the anti-toxin and tell Nadu he'll just have to pout.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor administers the anti-toxin with a small spray-hypo and gently rubs Malen's arm where he injected it.::: This should help, then.
<IrishTCat> @ Hmph .. If you get Home scratched I am going to see what you taste like Human .. ::Irish jumps over to the navigation board ready to give directions :: 
<Jacie> # Elysia>::turns around beaming a teary smile at the Doctor:: You'll save Grandfather?
<Dr10> #I will do my best, my dear.
<IrishTCat> @ Commander ! I can not operate with this beast sitting in front of me . 
<Jacie> # ::touches Elysia's shoulder:: It'll be alright. Just keep squeezing his hand. Let your grandfather know you're here.
<Dr10> #Nadu? Enters the rooms woith medi-techs at his back.:: What is happening here? You haven't administered that off-world "drug" have you? I expressly forbid it.
<Jacie> # ::all eyes turn toward the imperious COntroller::
<Jacie> # Someone had to act. ::crosses arms::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor scowls slightly:: My dear Controller Nadu, I am not sure you understand. You have no defense against a virus which the Daleks have dropped out of a comet and onto your planet, your security measures have failed.
<DWCristof> # :::Cristof buffs his fingers on his tunic, then smiles brightly at Nadu::::
<Jacie> # Those meteors falling aren't filled with pixie dust.
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> This beast seems to be able to peer into the future and get by our best defenses with remarkable ease so at the current time if he suggests something I think you had better do it .. 
<Dr10> # You are about to see huge numbers of very ill Endorians. Now, you can sit by and act righteous as they die by the millions, or you can begin mass producing that anti-toxin before it is too late. Which do you prefer?
<Jacie> # ::notices as the medi-aides carry in another Endorian with rosy patch skin::
<DWCristof> # :::waves the anti-toxin at Nadu:::
<IrishTCat> @ If you say so Commander .. 
<Dr10> #Nadu> But we are not sure, it could be the infection itself, we are not yet sure. It is not of Endoria, and we proect ourselves with great vigor.
<Jacie> # ::eyes widen as two more sick Endorians are brought in:: You better listen.
<IrishTCat> @ ::The vessal takes off on a zig zag pattern through the asteroid field with the claoked Dalek ship fast behind it:: 
<DWCristof> # Don't be 'ridiculous', sir.
<Jacie> # How do you think those people got sick? ::points to the other incoming::
<Jacie> # The Anti-Toxin hasn't been out of this room. Unless you infected people with your sample, COntroller.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor raises his voice slightly:: Your protective efforts on an astronomical scale have failed, you need to focus on defenses at the cellular level. There are a few hundred thousand vicious Dalek killing machines no doiubt on their way down here very soon. It looks like the virus is spreading rapidly.
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish gives some helpful suggestions every so often as he gets a certain look but the Dalek ship satys doggedly behind the vessal:: 
<Jacie> # They'll kill half your people while you're debating, COntroller.
<Dr10> # You may not have anyone to defend this planet if you don't act now and decide!
<Dr10> #Nadu> But what if I make the wrong choice? It could destroy my career!
<DWCristof> # You won't have a career if you all die.
<Jacie> # ::camera pans in tight on COntroller Nadu's troubled face::
<Jacie> <pause Jacie>
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor scoffs:: Your career is remarkably irrelevant, Controller Nadu, but the lives of millions of Endorians are at stake.
<Dr10> # That is relevant.
<Dr10> <Pause Nadu>
<DWCristof> # :::holds out the anti-toxin in the palm of his hand:::
<Dr10> <Pause Dr>
<Jacie> <or let the Doctor have the last words>
<IrishTCat> @ Ooops .. I was so busy paying attention to the one behind I didnt see that ..
<DWCristof> <pause Cristof>
<Jacie> <Yeah, cool!>
*** DWCristof is now known as AlxKeegan
<IrishTCat> @ ::The dalek ship fires causing the shileds to fluctuate briefly :: 
<Jacie> @ ::Thal ship rocks with an energy blast::
<Dr10> <Gotta go, the call from this hotel room will be expensive. Thanks all! Nice job>
<IrishTCat> @ ::A dalek ship in front fires causing the stabilizers to short out :: 
<Jacie> <Have fun Tuna!<
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<AlxKeegan> <they must have stolen those shield energy reducing things from the Borg>
<Jacie> <Can you tell I've been watching Voyager lately?>
<IrishTCat> @ ::The Thal ship goes out of control spinning wildly heading toward the Endorian Moon base:: 
<AlxKeegan> <oooooh, here's an image for you, Jen>
<Jacie> <Spiraling to the moon?>
<AlxKeegan> <three words...Davros of Borg:-)>
<AlxKeegan> <of course, he's dead now, but still..:-)>
<IrishTCat> @ ::Irish is flung off the console and bounces against a wall::
<Jacie> <Egad, how about Davros of Borg meets the Borg Queen>
<AlxKeegan> <and them kissing....oh gross!!>
<Jacie> <They'd only kiss to exchange nanoprobes.>
<IrishTCat> @ Tara> This Is Commander Tara .. I have a class 1 Emergency .. Endorian Moonbase Our Stabilzers have been knocked offline and we are headed in a collison course for you. 
<AlxKeegan> <well, she definitely wouldn't be trying to seduce him, that's for sure:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Tara>>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish>> 
<AlxKeegan> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Jacie> Bravo!
<AlxKeegan> hurray!! good job!!