Session Start: Thu Jul 12 19:11:39 2001
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<IrishTCat> ::is easily distracted and thinks all humans really look alike::
<Frankie13> I'm one of your numerous former companions.
<IrishTCat> ::has forgotten big footed oaf:: 
<Dr10> ::smacks forehead with flat of hand::: Of course, Andre, pardon my poor memory. They are always helping me along in that regard around here.
<Frankie13> Quite alright.  It's really good to see you.
<Frankie13> I've missed you guys.
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<Dr10> Ah yes, it seems like I remember he was on the way out arm in arm with a wonderful young woman. I hoped things worked out well.
<IrishTCat> Hello Roaming Girl ..  
<Jacie> Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. Dinner was on.
<AlxKeegan> hail jen, well met
<Frankie13> I think I missed that one...
*** IrishTCat sets mode: +o Jacie
<Cody> Hi Jen
<Jacie> Who was walking out with someone arm-in-arm?
<AlxKeegan> yes you did, Andre:-)
<Dr10> You would have loved it! No tacos were served in that episode, however.
<Frankie13> Well, Lane did.
<Jacie> Hey Cody? No pincushin tests today?
<AlxKeegan> his companion character
<Frankie13> I was unable to connect to IRC at the time.
<Cody> thankfully no
<Jacie> Ah yes, Lane. I think I missed his exit.
<Frankie13> You're not the only one, Jen...
<AlxKeegan> Damon, Smithers and Amy were there,  though
<Frankie13> But I'm glad he received such a favorable send-off.
<IrishTCat> I suggested that Irish eat him but no one listens to me .. 
<Jacie> It was one of those nights. :( Andre, what is your e-mail addy? I tried yahoo and it got bounced on me today.
<AlxKeegan> they were avoiding the Doctor cause the next time they met, Damon was going to die
<Dr10> He left a real mess in his TARDIS room as well. 
<Frankie13> AmazingBoySD@aol.com
<Jacie> Ah, you used yahoo.com to sign up to our mailing list.
<AlxKeegan> that's how I told him to do it
<Frankie13> AmazingBoy2K@yahoo.com
<Jacie> Oh, is that e-working?
<Dr10> It is good to have you with us again, and we hope you will return as a regular player.
<Frankie13> It should work...
<Jacie> Did you get the script Andre?
<IrishTCat> I absolutely refuse to get a IrishTCat@yahoo.com identity 
<AlxKeegan> I'll be sendint out an interlude/log tonight, keep an eye out in your email
<Frankie13> That I did, and I hope to return as well.
<Jacie> I have a whosim@yahoo.com id, but I only have it so I can get webspace and moderate the mailing lists.
<Jacie> It forwards to another e-mail addy I do check.
<IrishTCat> Roaming Girl baths more regularly than Big Footed Oaf though .. 
<Dr10> I love it when well known players of the past return, like Mary who was Tegan and Ruth. I wonder where Bill is?
<Jacie> Gee, thanks.
<Jacie> Hmm, shouldn't he have graduated from college by now?
<Jacie> How long has it been since the MA Sim was defunct Cody?
<IrishTCat> Bill shows up on Aol but I never talk to him .. 
<Cody> of wow, well year and half or more
<Jacie> Hmmm, I guess he's tired of sims.
<Jacie> Ok, well shall we get our show on the road?
<Jacie> Casting Call anyone?
<Jacie> <===== Jacie
<IrishTCat> I got tired of the in fighting between him an Ian 
<Dr10> Well, looks like 6 players. Shall we? Nice plot to do tonight.
<Frankie13> I'm kinda half-here right now...
<Jacie> <Andre, there are some roles you might want to do. Daleks and Watch Commander.>
<AlxKeegan> <========Cristof
<Jacie> <Any interest you?>
<IrishTCat> <<----Irish T ( I should have used 1-800-Collect to call Maker ) Cat 
<Cody> <=========Controlor Nadu
<Jacie> <They are small roles.>
<Frankie13> (Hmm...)
*** Cody is now known as CntrlNadu
<Jacie> <You can be a mean nasty dalek with me, if ya like.>
<Jacie> <=== also Tara
*** AlxKeegan is now known as DWCristof
<Frankie13> (I guess.)
<Jacie> <Cool!>
<Jacie> <Last time, you were just torturing me for information.>
<Jacie> <It's all in the script.>
<Jacie> <For what to do tonight, I mean.>
<Frankie13> (I haven't seen a Dalek ep in many moons though.)
<DWCristof> <it will come back quickly:-)>
<Dr10> <==== The Doctor
<Frankie13> (I didn't see many to start with..)
<Dr10> <------ Maxim (if needed)
<CntrlNadu> <Scream "EX-TERM-I-NATE" and kill anything none dalek ;-) >
<Jacie> <They just break up their words alot and are arrogant murderers like "Ans..wer or I will ex..ter..min..ate you!">
<Jacie> <Yup.>
<Frankie13> <Okay...>
<Jacie> Ok, are we ready to begin?
<IrishTCat> <<And they shout  >> 
<DWCristof> <yub yub>
<DWCristof> <<<The New Adventures of Dr. Who Simulation>>>
<DWCristof> <<Comet of Death, Part Six - Conclusion>>
<DWCristof> <<<by Jen Kokoski>>>
<Jacie> <Someone else please keep a log.>
<Jacie> <In case mine fails.>
<DWCristof> <i'm logging>
<Dr10> :::gets into costume of light brown corduroy sport coat, question mark sweater vest, houndstooth trousers, Hush Puppie desert boots for shores. Now showing a little gray in his beard.:::
<Jacie> @ = Dalek Saucership
<Dr10> # = in the TARDIS
<CntrlNadu> <drinks glass of vinegar to get in mood ;-)>
<Jacie> @ ::electricstatic shocks rip up Jacie's hands and through her nervous system::
<DWCristof> <I'll run Maxim, someone cover for me if needed, okay?>
*** DWCristof is now known as LPMaxim
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor stands at the console and stares at the screen where President Maxim of the High Council of the Timelords, stares passively back at him:::
<Jacie> @ Tara>I said LEAVE HER ALONE, you slimy tin pot!
<Jacie> @ Tara>Killing her won't give you any more answers. ::sneers at the dalek commander::
<IrishTCat> % - ::Irish taps the com with one of his green paws:: Hello ? Hello ?  
<LPMaxim> # :::Maxim looks back from the screen, looking fatherly and just a touch superior:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor speaks sternly:: My Lord President, with all due respect, the Daleks are about to destroy this planet and are a threat to my companion. Time is of the essence. Please get out of the way.
<Jacie> <Say something threatening Andre.>
<Frankie13> @ ::glances rather impassively at Tara::  She..will..talk...
<Frankie13> <How was that?>
<Jacie> <Perfect.>
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<LPMaxim> # My dear Doctor...by aiding the Endorians, you are placing the timeline itself at risk.
<Jacie> @ Jacie>::closes her eyes and moans softly from the drilling pain::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks around the room:: Someone needs to check the antenna because I lost Maker .. 
<Frankie13> @ She..will die..otherwise...
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: I beg to diksagree. These are real events, playing out before us. I am here, I am not trying to subvert the Timelines, and I am committed to fighting against the Daleks, the High Council has even asked me to intervene to stop the Daleks before. 
<Jacie> @ Tara>You bast-! ::fights her bonds:: STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor nods at his own arguments::: I woul;d like to play that role now.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks at the console and swishes his tail impatiently:: 
<Jacie> @ ::an incoming radio signal sounds in the Dalek Commander's secure channel::
<Jacie> @ Dalek Supreme Commander>REPORT!
<LPMaxim> # The Endorians were offered help.  They refused it.  They must now face the consequences of their foolhardy decsion.
<Frankie13> @ Speaking!
<Frankie13> @ Have received...no..information..as of..yet.
<LPMaxim> # By interfering, you are placing the life of your companion, Jacie, at risk.
<IrishTCat> % ::Malen looks worried:: It must be the Daleks . They have discovered our plans and are deliberately blocking communication .. 
<Jacie> @ Supreme Commander>Understood. New or..ders.
<Dr10> # I am not sure that is a good way to break your previous policy of non-intervention with a new more enlightened policy. It sounds more like the reaction of a between the wars British housewife who has had her dinner invitation refused.
<Frankie13> @ Yes?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor scowls:: Jacie! What news do you have of her? I would love to stay and talk but I am RATHER BUSY NOW.
<Jacie> @ Supreme Commander>Invasion commen..cing. Adjust nav..ig..ation from moon. Join Dalek fleet in asteroid field. At once! REPORT!
<LPMaxim> # She has been captured by the Daleks.  Even now, she is being tortured by them for information.
<IrishTCat> % ::Nadu looks like he has just been given a gift as he says sourly:: The Doctor is deliberately blocking communications because he intends to betray us.. 
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<Jacie> <rehi Cody!>
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor grimmaces at the news and whispers:: I'm trying to do the right thing Jacie. I knlow you are as well.
*** Jacie sets mode: +o CntrlNadu
<CntrlNadu> <Whew, ty>
<Frankie13> @ Will..comply.
<IrishTCat> % ::Watch Commander :: The Dalek Fleet will arrive in the ionosphere in exactly 20 minutes .. 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor replies to Maxim:: If Jacie is in danger from the Daleks, you must allow me to act against them.
<Jacie> <::pulls out the cyberseatbelt for Cody::>
<LPMaxim> # We can retrieve her...IF you cease your assitance.  If you don't, you and your companions will be trapped in this timeline the Endorians have brought down upon themselves.
<Jacie> @ Supreme Commander>Out. ::radio communication ceases::
<CntrlNadu> <Froze up when I tried to call up script :-(>
<LPMaxim> # :::Maxim looks concerned, yet a glint of steel shines in his eyes as well::
<Jacie> @ ::Jacie slumps in the truth machine when the electroshocks are halted::
<IrishTCat> <<The time to act is now sounds like a Nadu line to me >>  
<Jacie> @ Tara>::glares at Dalek Commander:: Now what?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor's face fills with rage:: So who now is responsible for the torture of that innocnt and brave young woman? You may be satisfied with being an accessory to such a crime, but I am NOT!
<CntrlNadu> <More like "The time not to act is now " ;-) >
<Frankie13> @ ::makes a sound oddly resembling a grumble, and briefly summons a pair of worker units, to...remove his captives::
<LPMaxim> #  ::::Maxim is cut off in mid-head shake as the Doctor cuts the communication with Gallifrey:::
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor shakes his head:: Sitting in the citadel, countless light years away, all of this time and achievement have created you, bumblers and cosmic designers without the judgment to get really involved, to put yourself at risk.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks for an alternate means to contact Maker as he taps his paw on the console:: 
<Jacie> @ Tara>::catches Jacie when she's released from the torture machine::
<LPMaxim> <move my line down to after Tunas>
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*** LPMaxim is now known as DWCristof
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<Frankie13> @ ::addresses the worker units:: Remove them..to the...assimilation..laboratory..
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor becomes stern:: My Lord President, I regret to =
hear you utter words of threat against Jacie Hunter. This conversation is over.
<Dr10> #:::cuts communication now:::
<Jacie> @ Tara>Why don't you just kill us now, Dalek Commander? Or do you just enjoy torturing organics?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor activates the viewscreen and calls up the face of the Watch Commander::: Well, time to give it a go. I hope this works. What is our status?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor begins to boost the power from the TARDIS:: Prepare to initiate the zeta pulse.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor mumbles to himself::: If this works it is going to turn every Dalek circuit into a popcorn machine.....
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish gets impatient waiting on the humans to do something clever so reaches out through his strange mental link with the personality of the Doctor's Tardis he calls Voice. A buzzing sound indicating the Voice is concentrating on something else fills his mind:: 
<Frankie13> @ ::addresses the worker units:: Remove them..to the...assimilation..laboratory..
<Jacie> @ Tara>::face pales slightly but she grits her teeth:: We won't be that easy to control.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish starts meowing loudly for Voice to listen to him:: 
*** MsTegan is now known as Tara
<DWCristof> % ::::Cristof waits patiently for something good to happen:::
<Frankie13> @ You...will...break...
<IrishTCat> % Maker is busy with an out of time communication and Voice is listening to him and not me.. 
<DWCristof> % What's the situation with the Dalek fleet?
<Tara> <I'm ready but I am not sure where we are in the script... middle??>
<Jacie> @ Tara>::holds Dalek Commander's eyepice in a deadly stare:: We'll see who breaks.
<Jacie> @ ::worker units prod Tara and Jacie into motion::
<IrishTCat> % WC > They will soon be out of the asteroid belt .. 
<Jacie> <Just entering the middle now.>
<Jacie> <Tara is supporting a half conscious Jacie, two dalek units as escorts.>
<Frankie13> @ You...will break...and...you will...be com..pli..ant..
<Jacie> @ ::the dalek commander's threat echoes off the cold metal walls as Jacie and Tara are escorted into the corridor::
<Tara> @ ::Mutters:: Compliant? Yeah right, wouldn't Cristof get a laugh out of that one?
<DWCristof> % :::mutters to himself::: Hurry, Doctor, we don't have much time.
<Jacie> @ = Saucership corridors
<Jacie> @ ::mumbles awake, vision is a blurry gray hue:: Wh-where are we going?
<Dr10> <Sorry. I have lost my cell phone and I have 120 high school kids arriving tomorrow and I am despersately searching for it.>
<Tara> @::shifts Jacie's weight, placing right arm across shoulder, whispers:: Come on Jacie, try to focus.
<Jacie> <Ah, not good. Check all your coat pockets?>
<CntrlNadu> <Could you have some one call the cell phone number?>
<IrishTCat> <<::Irish pulls out his stolen cell phone and contacts Maker via At&T>> 
<Tara> @ ::Whispers:: We're being prodded by these creeps to the assimilation room.
<DWCristof> <eeek, that's not good>
<Jacie> @ ::blinks to clear vision:: Assim.. assimilation? Into what?
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish tries harder trying to get Voice to get Maker back :: 
<Jacie> <That's a good idea, Tuna. Call yourself.>
<Jacie> <Want me to call you?>
<Tara> <Mine falls between the seats in the car...try that?>
<IrishTCat> <<Dont call me .. I am not home ;) >> 
<Tara> :: Whacks Jacie on the side of the cheek:: Snap out of it, I know they hurt you , but we need to think here.
<Jacie> <I have your cell phone number Tuna. Let me know if you need me to call it.>
<Jacie> @ :;startles and glares at Tara:: Do that again and I'll break your arm!
<Tara> @ ::Firece grin:: That's more like it. They want to assimilate us, and we can't let that happen. I'd rather die first.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish begins to meow and twitch causing several people in the control room to stare at the starnge green feline:: 
<Jacie> @ Agreed. Last thing I want to be is a rolling salt shaker. The question is how do we get out of this?
<Tara> @ ::Speaks a bit too loudly":: The assimilation process a form of mental conditioning. They intend to turn us into slave units.
<Jacie> @ Dalek Unit>::swivels head back:: SILENCE!
<Jacie> <Insert question from Jacie how the assimilation process works.>
<Jacie> <Just a note to myself.>
<DWCristof> <i'll brb, have to answer a call of nature:-)>
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<IrishTCat> <<Ok now I am waiting for the Tunaster to get back >> 
<Tara> ::To Dalek:: Yeah right creep, just try and make me.
<CntrlNadu> <o dear>
<IrishTCat> <<Ooops The Tunaster has vanished completely >> 
<Tara> <not good, poor Tuna>>
<Jacie> @ Second Dalek Unit>::glides up behind Tara, poking its blaster gun in her back:: MOVE!
<Jacie> <He really wants me to call him, doesn't he?>
<IrishTCat> <<Hi Mary btw >> 
<Tara> <Hi back Mr. Cat>
<IrishTCat> <<::looks around for the black robed mouse wondering when he will strike again :: >> 
<Jacie> <Tuna's not answering. His phone isn't on..
<Tara> ::Glares at Dalek, wishing for a gun, and moves forward reluctantly::
<Jacie> <Uh oh. He's gonna have a hard time finding his phone if it's turned off.>
<Jacie> <Rob, when David gets back, why don't you guys sub for Tuna. Till he gets back.>
<IrishTCat> <<Damnit Jen I am a cat not a Doctor  >> 
<Jacie> <Well, David can sub then.>
<IrishTCat> <<Hahehohi>> 
<CntrlNadu> <8-D @ Irish>
<Jacie> @ ::the prisoner and escorts traverse several twisting corridors in relative silence::
<Tara> @ ::Whispers to Jacie:: We have two choices. Fight these creeps to the death. Or escape.What will it be?
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish finally convinces Voice to get Maker ::
<Jacie> @ ::whispers back:: Escape, but how? There are eyes everywhere. ::nods to the security cams along the walls::
<DWCristof> <i have returned!>
<Jacie> @ I wish I still had my time bracelet.
<DWCristof> <I can sub what?>
<Jacie> <Good, you have to sub for Tuna. He got punted and his cell phone is off.>
<Jacie> <Can you do it?>
<IrishTCat> <<You can be Maker 2  David >> 
<DWCristof> <all right, I can come thru in a pinch...Irish does Maker better, but we all  know he can't play two parts at once:-)>
<Tara> @ ::Replies with a grim nod:: Yes, one of us may have to create a distraction for the other to get away.
<IrishTCat> <<I just hate talking to myself sometimes >> 
<DWCristof> <some people can multi-task and some people can't:-)>
*** DWCristof is now known as DWDr10a
<Tara> @ I will do so. You must escape to help the Doctor save my people.
<CntrlNadu> <One sure way to have an intelligent conversation though Rob ;-) >
<DWDr10a> <symbol please?>
<IrishTCat> % Maker ! Answer the phone!!! 
<Tara> <I'd talk with you Rob, but half the time I don't know what you are talking about..... ;)>
<Jacie> @ ::reaches down and pats her gypsy drawstring bag:: Wait, I have..an..i..d..e..a!
<Jacie> @ ::the engines start to hum in one long drawn out note::
<DWDr10a> <just audio communication, or visual as well, Rob?>
<IrishTCat> <<Hmmmmm Sometimes my cat personality is a little hard to understand >> 
<IrishTCat> <<Both >> 
<Tara> @ ::Looks skeptically at bag:: Well, let's have it, we're almost there.
<Jacie> @ ::space warps around them and the dalek in the lead seems to speed up while the one behind slows to a crawl::
<DWDr10a> % :::the Doctor's visage appears on the screen as the static clears up:::
<Tara> <That makes sense, actually.>
<Jacie> @ ::Jacie takes it all in as space normalizes around her and Tara::
<Jacie> @ It's a time gap. Quick we don't have much time before it normalizes.
<DWDr10a> % My apologies, some unwanted business came up with my people that I had to take care of.
<CntrlNadu> % :::Nods sympathically::: Ah, beuarocrats, I presume... they can be so boresome ::Is oblivious to the looks his people give him:::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks relieved for a split second before grumbling about Maker's interdimensional service provider:: 
<Jacie> @ ::shoves a handful of glitter into Tara's hand:: Jam their eyepieces, and run like hell.
<Tara> @ ::Feels a sense of panic:: Whatever you say, this seems more your specialty than mine...
<DWDr10a> % ::to Nadu::: Indeed. :::to Watch Control::: Are you ready to send the Zeta pulse?
<Jacie> @ ::reaches thru the temporal gap and smears glitter in the second dalek's eyepiece::
<Tara> @ ::Throws Glitter at nearest dalek::
<CntrlNadu> % Ready, Commander?
<IrishTCat> % Malen> We are ready to activate the  Zeta pulse wave .. 
<Jacie> @ 2nd Unit>V..i..s..i..o..n.. i..m..p..a..i..r..e..d
<Jacie> @ ::glitter hurtles thru the air at laser speed and blasts 1st dalek's vision circuits::
<DWDr10a> % Good good.  Irish, monitor the temporal field for any sudden spikes, they could blow out the time rotor.
<IrishTCat> % WC> The Dalek fleet will clear the atseriod field in exactly 7 minutes .. 
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish nods his head ::
<Tara> @ ::Snarls:: Now there's a sight for sore eyes!
<DWDr10a> % We'll initiate the Zeta pulse on the count of three.
<DWDr10a> % One...
*** DWDr10a is now known as DWCristof
<Jacie> 1st Unit>:;head spins like a top:: Vsn imprd! Exermnate! ::fires wildly::
<DWCristof> % :::cristof bites his nails, chafing at the lack of things to do to help::
<Jacie> @ Run Tara, admire later! ::pulls the Thal down a side corridor in normal time::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish glows green and seems to shift slightly out of phase with reality as he watches the temporal field:: 
<Tara> @ ::Reaches and snatches dalek gun from 1st dalek::
*** DWCristof is now known as DWDr10a
<DWDr10a> % Two...
<DWDr10a> %  Three!!
<Tara> @ ::Blasts plunger thinggy off 1st dalek with first round:: This is too easy now that they can's see!
<Tara> @ ::Races after Jacie, guarding their backs:;
<Jacie> @ Dalek Units>Exterminate! Loss of con..trol! Loss of...Control..con.t.r.o.l!
<Jacie> @ ::1st dalek unit explodes::
<Jacie> @ ::2nd dalek pursues regaining normal motion every second::
<Tara> @ ::fires off a few rounds for good measure, aims now for dalek 2::
<Jacie> @ 2nd Dalek>E.x.t.er.minate! Exterminate!
<DWDr10a> % :::The Doctor's fingers dance across the controls as he boosts the TARDIS energy deflectors to amplify the signal:::
<Jacie> @ Shoot its command control before it can radio for help.
<CntrlNadu> % Commander, Monitors. Reports all readings as they come in!
<DWDr10a> <move my line down to after the initiation of the pulse>
<Jacie> @ 2nd Dalek>Exterminate! Prisoners escape. Halt! Exterminate. Exterminate!
<DWDr10a> % Malen> :::gives the signal and the zeta pulse is sent out towards the asteroid belt::::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish glows even brighter as he turns his attention to something the others can not see :: 
<Tara> @ :: Finds it hard to fire with accuracy:: Damn alien technolgy! I'm  trying, Jacie
<Jacie> @ 2nd Dalek>::fires wildly down corridor, blasts just skimming Jacie and Tara's heads::
<DWDr10a> % Cristof>  ::watches the sensor screens intently:::
<Tara> @ ::Stops, aims, fires again at dalek 2.:: Die, tin can, die!
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<DWDr10a> <welcome back, tuna!>
<Jacie> @ 2nd Dalek>::takes a direct hit in the dome head::
<CntrlNadu> <TUNA!>
<Dr10> >Yow. Back. No scropt and at my office no longer at home, but I am here>
<Jacie> @ 2nd Dalek>Loss of control! Loss of COntrol! Loss of--
<Tara> <Our hero!>
<Jacie> @ Down!
<Jacie> <Yeah Tuna! Find your phone?>
<IrishTCat> <<Maker  ?  Then who was I talking to before ?  :)  >> 
<DWDr10a> <you need a script sent to you?>
<Dr10> <Jen, please email me a script at asnider@zoo.uvm.edu or direct me to one>
<Jacie> @ ::2nd Dalek implodes into dozens of tiny bits and one slimy slug::
<Tara> @ I think I got it Jacie, let's get out of here before more show up!
<Jacie> <On the web at nadw.cjb.net/script.html?>
<DWDr10a> <tuna, we're in the middle, you've boosted the TARDIS energy deflectors>
*** DWDr10a is now known as DWCristof
*** IrishTCat sets mode: +o Dr10
<Dr10> <Got it>
<IrishTCat> <<<::sends Maker some green energy to empower him ::>> 
<Dr10> <Now, one more thing ... where are we?>
<DWCristof> <in the middle:-)>
<Jacie> <David, subbed ya.>
<DWCristof> <the last thing I had the Doctor do was boost the TARDIS energy deflectors>
<Jacie> <Doctor was in the TARDIS boosting the zeta wave signal last line of his.>
<DWCristof> <yep yep>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks at the rising arcs of Artron wavelength and senses a spike coming :: 
<DWCristof> <oh, I emailed out a log, you all can read it after the sim is over:-)>
<Jacie> @ You know a way off this ship, I hope?
<Tara> @ ::Stumbles, as another internal explosion  goes off:: I know the way, we need to get to Auxiliary Control, follow me!
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor slams one of the switches down with unusual force::: Come on, we've got to do it....
<Jacie> @ ::as they round a corner, a third more violent explosion rocks the saucership::
<CntrlNadu> Don't stop now! It's working!
<Jacie> @ ::slams into wall::
<IrishTCat> % Maker A spike in Artron wavelength in 28 seconds .. ::Irish looks grave and concerned:: 
<Tara> @ ::Tara amd Jacie fall to the floor, dazed::
<Jacie> @ That felt like it was outside.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor gazes into his full-ceiling viewscreen of the local astronomical and tracking situation::: It ought to be popping every circuit they have!
<Tara> @ ::Shakes head:: I think you're right, but the others felt like they were from inside the ship.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor nods as he receives the message from Irish::: We need a few minutes more... we are all in this together.
<Tara> @ ::Kneels:: We've got to get to Control before this whole bucket of blots falls apart all around us!
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish is no longer the fun loving annoying cat that is his usual facade to the universe as he bends his special talents to the task at hand:: 
<Jacie> @ Temporal dispersion can cause overloads. But where's the dispersion coming from?
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor shakes his head::: Those ships should be dead in space by now, I don't understand it.
<DWCristof> % Malen> The magnetosphere is depolarizing..it's working!!!
<Tara> @ ::Stands slowly, extends hand to Jacie:: I'm not sure. All this is confusing to me, what's your theory?
<IrishTCat> <<Good job David I was just about to do that 8^) >> 
<Jacie> @ We might me under attack. I don't suppose you have more friends waiting in the asteroid belt?
<Dr10> #%:: Long range sensors detect an explosion in the lead three ships. Those three ships disintegrate and cause a chain reaction of explosions thru the dalek fleet. The asteroid belt is suddenly on fire with dalekanium explosions.::::
<Jacie> <She doesn't.>
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor gasps:: Oh no!
<Dr10> # That isn't supposed to happen!
<IrishTCat> %# ::Irish feels a surge of energy as he deliberatly absorbs some of the energy that threatens Home::
<Jacie> @ Wait a second. Did I say "temporal" dispersion? ::grins::
<Tara> @ ::Shakes head:: No, I don't think that's it, perhaps your Doctor friend has something to do with it?
<DWCristof> <thanks rob;-)>
<IrishTCat> %# MAKER VOICE IS ABOUT TO FAINT!  Cut the Power!!! ::Irish shouts loudly both mentally and physically:: 
<Jacie> @ Oh yeah. ::talks to the air:: That's it Doc, you give 'em hell.
<Tara> @ ::Half pushes Jacie along the corridor after she stands:: Yes, you did, but I don't know why that is important.
<IrishTCat> %# ::Irish's fur stands on end as currents of energy swirl around him :: 
<Jacie> @ I'll explain later. Let's just find a way off this ship. If I'm right, it won't last much longer.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor embraces the console and begins to adjust the power flows:: Easy does it, my old friend, easy does it, power down gradually. Like listening to a lullabye.
<Jacie> @ ::Jacie and Tara approach a locked room labeled AUXILIARY::
<Tara> @ ::Sighs:: That's what I'm trying to do, get us to control. It's the only way off this saucer, I can see.
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<Jacie> <Rehi Tuna.>
<CntrlNadu> <Dooh>
<CntrlNadu> <WB>
<IrishTCat> %# ::Irish floats over the console sending energy sparks all over the room as The Tardis materilizes in the Watch Room:: 
<DWCristof> % :::Malen and some of the others begin cheering as the explosions of Dalek ships fill the asteroid belt:::
<Tara> @ ::Kicks door open without a thought, and runs into room brandishing dalek weapon::
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<Jacie> @ Hold on. I'll have to hotwire--
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<Jacie> @ ::shakes head:: I hate it when she does that.
<DWCristof> <hi heather!>
<Tara> @ ::Surveys room:: No need, all is clear, you may enter.
<Dr10> # :: The TARDIS begins to slow the throbbing through its blue energy coils, as a more normal lighting scheme takes over the vaulted console room in use since the late 7th Doctor:::
<DocEight> <Hey Everyone!>
<Jacie> @ Haven't you ever heard of stealth, Tara?
<CntrlNadu> <::waves:>
<Dr10> <Hello>
<Jacie> <Hi Heather!>
<DWCristof> % Malen> Sensors report no signs of the dalek fleet.
<Tara> @ :: Snorts:: What can stealth do that action can not match or better? Our friends seem to have abandoned the control room.
<IrishTCat> % ::The Watch Commander smiles as he looks at his readings :: The Dalek fleet has been completely destroyed .. 
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor smiles as the TARDIS beings to evenly power down from the immense transfer of the zeta pulse, and then looks at the ceiling viewscreen to see what is happening to the Dalek fleet.:::
<Tara> @ You have much to learn about soldiering, Jacie.
<Dr10> # :: The Doctor sees that the fleet is gone::: Oh no. Jacie....
<IrishTCat> % ::The Watch Commander waits for the Doctor to arrive to tell him the good news:: 
<Tara> @ ::Walks to command station and flips on the observation window screen:: Let's see what's going on outside, shall we?
<DWCristof> % ::::Cristof is elated that the plan worked, but still worried about the fate of his sister and jacie:::
<Jacie> @ ::drags slidingdoor shut:: I'd rather live to fight another day.
<Dr10> %::The Doctor burts shtorugh the TARDIS doors and into the Watch Room, confronting Controller Nadu, the Watch Commander, and the rest of the technicians:::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish is still floating the air looking like a Macy day float::
<Tara> @ I live to fight, period. It is what I do.
<IrishTCat> % WC > You did it Doctor Teh Dalek Fleet has been destroyed.. 
<Dr10> %::The Doctor looks at the assembled Endorians::: What happened to the Dalek fleet?
<Jacie> @ Now how do we get off this thing? ::eyes drift over to the obersvation window behind Tara:: Oh no.
<CntrlNadu> % Wait! :::Points to one of the monitors:: Look! There's a lone signal coming through.
<DWCristof> % Malen> As far as we can tell, there are no survivors.
<DWCristof> <put that line before nadus>
<Tara> @ ::Turns to look out the window:: That's putting it mildly.
<Jacie> @ ::through the window the trailing edge of the asteroid belt passes by and a small blue planet grows larger::
<Dr10> %::The Doctor shakes his head::: That is terrible!
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish opens his eyes revealing the fact that they are filled with stars:: One Dalek ship in moons orbit has survived and is entering the ionsphere.. 
<DWCristof> % :::looks as the sensors show a lone ship making its way towards the planet:::
<Jacie> <Andre, you still with us? We need the Dalek Commander ordering preparations for planetary sterilization.>
<Tara> @ We're almost to the planet's ionosphere already!
<Jacie> @ ::the command system speakers crackle on::
<Dr10> %::The Doctor paces back and forth:: I donlt understand, the zeta pulse was supposed to fry their circuits, not blow them all up. And Jacie was apparently aboard one of those ships! There is something v ery wrong here.
<Jacie> <Oh cool.>
<Jacie> <I like the twist Tuna.>
<Dr10> %::The Doctor turns to Irish::: One ship? Where is it bound? Show it on the ... hmm, nice eyes there, brave cat. Remind me to have them looked at some time.
<DWCristof> % I'd say that's a dalek ship...
<Jacie> <Andre?>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish's fur sparkles as he slowly descends to the floor :: The Asteriod belt contained elements of a highly volatile explosive that would only activate in rare circumstances such as a massive discharge of the energy from the dalek ships .. 
<Tara> @Strange, it's almost as if the ship is on autopilot or something, I wonder why?
<Dr10> %::The Doctor points to it on the huge screen::: It seems to be headed this way. It is awfully close, and the planetary defense network is still disabled. I predict we are about to be visited --- or destroyed. 
<Frankie13> <Half-back...sorry..'m here now.>
<DWCristof> <twilight zone music plays on the dalek saucer ship>
<Dr10> %::The Doctor shakes his head::: And this time we may not have an answer. We've played our ace of trumps, I fear.
<Jacie> <Great. Got the message about your commander orders? I have the speaker on alrighty.>
<Jacie> <Tell the ship to prepare for planetary sterilization.>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish blinks his eyes several times as the aura slowly fades.. The stars in his eyes disappear becoming the normal bright green:: 
<Tara> ::Begins a frantic search of the ship's logs, looking for command data::
<Dr10> %::The Doctor looks at Irish with astonishment::: And what do you think we should do, my cosmic emerald feline friend?
<Jacie> @ I noticed. We're more in a hover orbit than landing. What are the daleks plotting now?
<Tara> @ Jacie, I have a bad feeling about this...
<Frankie13> @ ::Dalek Commander's voice blares throughout the ship:: All units...prepare for...planetary...sterilization...
<IrishTCat> % I could sense Roaming Girls aura breifly on the ship .. She is in great danger Maker .. 
<DWCristof> % :::checks his weapon to make sure it is fully charged, ready to go down fighting:::
<Jacie> @ ::eyes widen:: Planetary sterilization?
<CntrlNadu> ::mutters::: I knew we should never had trusted aliens
<Tara> ::Gasps:: Oh now! That's a bioweapon! It can destroy Endoria's atmosphere in minutes!!
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish trembles slightly as he takes several steps toward Maker :: Too tired to help her .. 
<Dr10> %That ships is about to arrive directly outside. I say a change of strategy, let's go offer to communicate with them. The situation is far different now.
<Jacie> @ We have to warn the Doctor! ::races to the control panel:: Where's the comm circuits.
<DocEight> <Ping Prevention>
<Tara> @ We have to stop it from here! If the atmosphere becomes toxic, my people will perish.
<IrishTCat> % Someone is going to die .. I * saw * it.  
<Jacie> @ How do we stop it?
<Tara> @ ::Tears off console sheilding:: Look, here is the dalekanium core! 
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish collapses worn out from the energy he was trying to control:: 
<Dr10> %::The Doctor pets Irish softly:: You don't need to tell me... Let's go and have a real look, I'm tired of all these screens.
<Tara> @ This is the dalek energy core. I'll just overload it. Crude, but simple.
<DWCristof> % :::holsters his weapon and follows the Doctor outside::::
<Tara> @::Starts to overload core::
<Jacie> @ It'll turn us into a huge bomb.
<Dr10> %::The Doctor lifts up Irish and carriesn him gently as they leave the Watch Room. Those inside look at each other and wonder if they should follow.:::
<IrishTCat> % WC > I will gather what few troops we have and prepare an assault .. ::runs out of the room:: 
<Tara> @ Yes. But what are two lives compared to so many others.
<CntrlNadu> Guard Commander! ::Red clad figure rushes over:::: Maxil, take a squad to the museum and retrieve and destribute  any weapons you can locate. Then join us outside.
<Tara> @ ::Looks at Jacie:: Soldiers always dance with death. Accept it.
<Jacie> @ ::contemplates Tara's icy blue stare and wishes she had that same resolve::
<DWCristof> % ::::Malen follows Cristof outside:::
<Tara> @ :: Continues overload commands:: Something isn't right...
<Dr10> %::The Doctor and Irish emerge out onto a huge viewing porch used to review fleets of ships in the sky. They see the Dalek ship approach.:::
<Jacie> @ ::turns to stare at Endoria, another helpless planet unaware of what awaits it::
<Jacie> @ What's wrong?
<Tara> @::Mutters:: I thihnk there are dalek subroutines working against my commands.
<IrishTCat> % Its pretty Maker in a strange way .. ::Irish's voice is soft as he looks up at the sky:: 
<Dr10> %::The Doctor looks::: What will it be, good or ill, and is our friend still alive inside that ship. This is only one of 14 ships, but still it makes sense that the interrogation we heard about would not take place on a forward ship.
<DWCristof> % :::Cristof slips the occular, a wire headset with a single viewing lens, onto his head.  Manipulating the controls he focuses the lens on the dalek ship and zooms in::::
<Dr10> %::The Doctor knows he is hoping for hope:::
<Jacie> @ ::nods:: Dalek security at its most annoying.
<Tara> @ I can't override the automatic computer system. ::Rocks back on heels, and pounds console:: Think Tara!
<Dr10> %::The Doctor sees the weapons ports on the ship open and shakes his head:::
<Jacie> @ Hold on. I learned a thing or two about hotwiring these things from my brother.
<DWCristof> % :::the image the occular picks up is imposed on his vision:::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish taps his paw softly on  Maker's face:: Roaming Girl is still alive for now Maker .. I dont know if she will survive though .. ::Irish tries to cheer Maker up :: 
<Jacie> @ ::pulls out her grimpers and crosses a few wires:: Try it now.
<Dr10> %::The Doctor frowns::: Irish, that death you have foreseen, well, it just might be a whole lot of us real soon.
<DWCristof> % The ship appears to be hovering...
<Tara> @ ::Gnashes teeth:: There's got to be a way to beat this thing from here, there has to be!
<Tara> @ Tries commands again, to no avail.
<IrishTCat> % No I can save us I think .. But I am so very very tired .. 
<Jacie> @ ::works on a few other wires:: Damn, these redundant circuits.
<Tara> @ ::Slpas console:: There's only one thing left. ::Turns to Jacie.::
<Tara> <slaps>
<Jacie> @ I'll have to pull the safeties. We'll only be able to overload manually.
<IrishTCat> % Voice is tired too and it is affecting me as well .. ::Irish fights against the wave of exhaustion threatning to send him to sleep ::
<Tara> @  ::Quiet voice:: Manual override is right.
<Jacie> @ ::turns and glances at the helpless planet::
<Jacie> @ Well, I suppose the daleks would catch up to me sooner or later.
<DWCristof> % :::Cristof makes sure the feedback circuits on the occular are activated:::
<Tara> @ ::Filled with cold calm watches Jacie pull the safties, a sad smile on her face.:: Go girl, now you're soldiering.
<Jacie> @ ::turns back to Jacie:: They won't get another planet, that much I promise.
<Jacie> @ ::turns to the controls and begins rippin g out circuits exposing the bare core elements::
<IrishTCat> % Malen> If this is the end at least I will know I tried my best to save my world .. 
<Jacie> @ ::internal sensor alarms go off::
<DWCristof> % You most certainly did.
<Tara> @ ::Grim smile:: You're right about that too. ::Lets Jacie work, thinking distractedly::
<Frankie13> @ ::Detecting the attempts at override, Dalek Commander issues another warning through the speaker system::  Attention!  ll..available..ex-ter-min-a-tion units..to Aux-il-iary Con-trol!
<Tara> @ ::Alarms startle Tara, and she snarls:: This won't work Jacie. 
<Jacie> @ ::pauses:: Great. We won't have much time. 
<Jacie> @ Wait, there's gotta be a way. ::studies bare core circuits::
<Tara> @ This is futile. There's only one way...
<Jacie> @ They're on a delta wave flux. I might be able to rig a remote relay my datacom.
<CntrlNadu> % :::Removes  tiny blaster from pocket:::  If I can just get one before...
<Tara> @ I tell you Jacie that there isn't time to rig anything!
<IrishTCat> % Malen > I wish to thank you for your efforts Cristof .. I know your people have sacrificed a great deal to aid our ungrateful race .. 
<Jacie> @ It'll buy us some time, Tara. I should be able to get a short spatial range. Enough to clear the ship.
<Tara> @ We can expect our hosts here at any moment, there's only one kind of manual override that will work.
<Jacie> @ Just give me a minute. ::whips out her datacomm and starts disassembling the parts::
<DWCristof> % You're quite welcome, sir.  I have a feeling your fellow Endorians are more grateful than you think.
<IrishTCat> % I have one regret .. ::Irish says with a trace of his old self returning:: 
<Tara> @ Not a minute more, Jacie. ::Pauses, hearing noises outside the door::
<DWCristof> % It was the least we could do, we couldn't stand by and let others be enslaved by the Daleks without a fight.
<Jacie> @ We don't all have to die, Tara. I can do this. Just two more minutes.
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks very very sad:: I didnt get to eat any of the tasty metal creature !!! 
<Tara> @ ::Glances around the room, noting things she missed before, nods to self:: No Jacie.
<DWCristof> <"die, die, everybody dies">
<Dr10> %::The Doctor tries to think of what he an do besides hide away in the TARDIS::: What else did Maxim know? He is leaving important bits of the story out.
<Tara> @ ::Makes decision and acts on it:: 
<Tara> @ ::Throws punch and knocks Jacie out.::
<DWCristof> <"kill you all..die...make you suffer">
<Jacie> @ ::concentrating on her handiwork:: Tara, just one--
<DWCristof> <star trek quotes there:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Ooooo Sucker punch !  >> 
<Tara> @ Sorry Jacie, there's no other way. ::Runs across room and yanks open escape pod hatch::
<DocEight> <<Thought I recognised them. :-)>>
<Jacie> ! = Escape Pod
<DWCristof> <from the jack the ripper episode>
<Tara> @ :: Picks up Jacie and puts her in escape pod, slams door shut, launches pod::
<IrishTCat> << David You really need to take a shore leave I know this place where --- >> 
<DWCristof> <<I know the place...>>
<Tara> @ Farewell friend. 
<Jacie> <Ok, Late Ending guys. Andre, you're up with Tara.>
<Tara> @ ::Hears pounding at the door, and the whine of a saw against the metal::
<Frankie13> <Okies.>
<Tara> @ ::Turns from escape pod lauch pad, and returns to the command console.::
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<Jacie> ! ::splintering jaw pain wakens Jacie:: one more minute.
<Tara> @ ::Finds the internal vidcom::
<IrishTCat> <<I am debating whether or not to start getting the DVDs for Star Trek  >> 
<Jacie> <Eee, Lynn's SpaceProg was registered by someone else?>
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<IrishTCat> <<Or else she has forgotten her password >> 
<Jacie> <Oh, or was she on twice.>
<Tara>  @ Hey, you, Dalek scum! ::Tries to contact Dalek Commander::
<DocEight> <<I thought she'd registered it.>>
<LynnProg> <<I thought I did too>>
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<Jacie> ! ::blinks clearing her vision from gray to a blue smokey cloud:: Tara?
<Frankie13> @ ::appears on the vidcomm display, glaring impassively as always::  You.  Surrender...and...be spared...
<DWCristof> <hi lynn>
<DocEight> <<G'day Lynn>>
<LynnProg> <Dang.. I'll miss my old name..  who's the blaggard that stole it from me? :::Fumes:::>>
<CntrlNadu> <Hi Lynn ::Cody waves::>
<LynnProg> <<hey>>
<DWCristof> <only the movies are worth it, rob>
<Jacie> ! ::finds herself seated in a small round cubicle::
<Tara> @ ::Wild look to eyes, muttering to self:: A soldier often dances with death..
<LynnProg> <<howdy all>>
<Frankie13> @ Resist...and die...
<DWCristof> <now, if only they'd release the next stargate sg1 dvd>
<Jacie> ! Tara? ::climbs to her feet and stares out observation window::
<Tara> @ ::Laughs at D. Commander:: Me? Surrender? How about a dance with death, Dalek?
<Jacie> ! ::sees the Dalek Saucership moving away from her, or rather her spiraling away from it::
<Tara> @ YOu and I. partners, in the final dance?
<Frankie13> @ What..do..you..mean..?
<IrishTCat> <<David  I would like the episodes with no commercials with the quality of DVD >> 
<CntrlNadu> <"Ever dance with the devil in the bright moon light?">
<DocEight> <<Well, you're name is registered to you Lynn.>>
<DWCristof> <and we need the 5th farscape dvd, i'm caught up now with the first 4 dvds>
<Tara> @ I mean that you and I are both about to die, fool.
<DWCristof> <then by all means by them, rob:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight >> 
<Frankie13> @ Impossible!
<LynnProg> <<It keeps saying my name is allready in use, and I don't even see it on here. I was killed when I first came in here because of a same name deal or something>>
<Jacie> ! Escape pod? Tara, where are you? ::rubs her bruised jaw:: 
<DWCristof> <yucko, no batman movie quotes>
<Frankie13> <I'm waiting for the next set of Robotech DVDs myself.>
<LynnProg> <<I can't even put "SpaceProg78" or the like down>>
<Tara> @ Just follow my lead on the last dance::Slaps control button and dalekcanium cores implodes::
<Jacie> ! ::focuses on the dalek saucership slowly realizing where her comrade is::
<DWCristof> <the first original dirty pair oav dvd is out now>
<DocEight> <<I'm gonna try something. If I go I shall return. >>
<DWCristof> <and the blue seed dvds are good>
<Jacie> ! No, Tara! ::pounds on the escape pod wall::
<DWCristof> <okey dokey heather>
<Frankie13> <hmm...now if they'd get City Hunter subbed on DVD...>
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<DocEight> <<brb>>
<DWCristof> <and they need to put gunbuster out on dvd, it's my favorite anime series of all time>
<Jacie> ! ::sees the saucership begin to rip apart in a ball of fire:: NOOOOOOOOO! ::
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<IrishTCat> % ::Irish meows softly as the Dalek ship explodes in the air:: 
<DWCristof> <bizarro david no got paddles>
<Tara> @ <saucership> Ship shatters into a million pieces in the ionosphere of Endoria
<IrishTCat> <<Orphen is out on DVD  Orphen is cool >> 
<DWCristof> % :::Cristof blinks as the occular poloarizes in response to the explosion of the dalek ship:::
<Jacie> ! ::shuts eyes on blinding flash of blue energy::
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<Frankie13> <I started collecting the Avengers DVDs with '65 Set 1.  Now I love that show...>
<DWCristof> % :::Cristof scans the explosion area and sees a lone escape pod:::
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<SpaceProg> <<:-D>>
<DWCristof> % There's an escape pod!  Someone made it off the ship!
<Jacie> ! ::escape pod falls to the surface amid the debris, touching down relatively softly::
<IrishTCat> % Death has struk someone down but I dont know who .. 
<MadProg> <<I don't bloody believe this..  Heather can use my name, but I can't use my name.. :::sulks:::>>
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<SpaceProg> <<Oookay...
<SpaceProg> >>
<IrishTCat> <<Hey adric  All you have to do is pull the lever >> 
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<SpaceProg> <<Who're you calling Adric?>>
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<Jacie> <Ok now Aftermath/Goodbyes.>
<DWCristof> <change to ! symbol?>
<Jacie> <Tuna, come back!>
<SpaceProg> <<I wonder what went on back there.. Hm..>>
<Jacie> <Nah, let's do #>
<DWCristof> <~Tuna come back~>
<Jacie> <Or no, % was what you were using.>
<Jacie> <Lynn, got me. ::shrugs::>
<DWCristof> % :::the company races forward towards the landed escape pod:::
<SpaceProg> <<Oh well.. just as long as I'm THE SpaceProg.. whether you like it or not ;-)>>
<IrishTCat> % ::The Doctor runs over to the escape pod pulling the debris away from it and opening the hatch :: 
<DWCristof> <el hazard oav series will be out soon on dvd, everyone should watch that one, it's great!>
<Jacie> % ::escape pod door self unlatches with a small pop::
<DocEight> <<:-) It's cool being you, Lynn ;-)>>
<Jacie> % ::lying in the pod, eyes still squeezed tight::
<IrishTCat> % ::The DOctor pulls Jacie outside giving her a brief hug before stepping back :: 
<Tara> <      <----Good and dead paused>
<SpaceProg> <<:-).. BTW, Heather.. thanks for the Psyduck Icon :-D>>
<Frankie13> <And Macross is being released subbed and restored in a big boxed set.>
<DWCristof> % ::::smile of relief crosses Cristof's face at the sight of Jacie:::
<Frankie13> <Pause dead Dalek Commander.>
<DocEight> <<Thought you'd like it. :-) Brb, Time for lunch>>
<IrishTCat> <<Which one David ??  >> 
<DWCristof> % Jacie!! You're alive!!
<Jacie> % ::feels someone pulling her out and squeezing life into her, though she feels like dying::
<DWCristof> <the original and best oav series>
<DWCristof> % :::peers into the escape pod, doesn't see anyone else:::
<DWCristof> % Where's Tara?
<IrishTCat> % ::The Doctor immediately steps back realizing that Commander Tara is the one who Irish sensed was fated to die.:: 
<Jacie> % ::opens eyes:: Doctor..I? Oh Doctor...
<DWCristof> <~Ifurita...Ifurita, men have named you~>
<Jacie> % ::makes eye contact with Cristof and shows him the pain and tears welling up in her::
<DWCristof> % :::Cristof realizes what has happened and tears fill his eyes:::
<Jacie> % ::looks away into the sky:: They were going to poison the atmosphere.
<IrishTCat> % ::The Doctor pulls out a hankerchief and hands it to Jacie wordlessly:: 
<DWCristof> % ::he reaches out, grabs Jacie's hand and squeezes it tight:::
<Jacie> % We.. Tara had to overload the core manually.
<Jacie> % ::glances at Cristof:: I'm sorry. ::glances away::
<DWCristof> % ::Cristof nods:::
<Jacie> <Ok, now his line about grasping her hand>
<Jacie> <Or not.>
<Jacie> <This works.>
<DWCristof> <you can move it down there>
<IrishTCat> % ::Elysia runs out looking for her grandfather :: 
<DWCristof> % ::Cristof tries to smile::: She always was so impulsive.
<Jacie> % ::a bright smile lights Elysia's small face:: Grandfather!
<DWCristof> % :::chokes up, blinking away the tears and squeezes Jacie's hand again:::
<Jacie> % Elysia>::grasps Malen's hand:: Grandfather! They're gone. We're free of the daleks.
<CntrlNadu> @ Doctor?  :::Walks over haltingly  and  extends hand::::: Will you accept an old fool's hand and his eternal gratitude for saving Endoria.
<DWCristof> <pause Cristof>
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<IrishTCat> % ::Irish looks up from Makers shoulder :: Hello Roaming Girl .. Did you bring me back any tasty metal creatures to eat ?  ::He jumps down and jumps up on Jacies shoulder and starts purring loudly in her ear :: 
<Jacie> % Doctor>::accepts hand of friendship:: A true fool never recognizes when he needs help. But in this case, it's not I should thank.
<AlxKeegan> <give irish a good thumping!>
<AlxKeegan> <:-)>
<IrishTCat> % ::The Doctor shakes Nadu's hand :: Just remember that one of these alien races that you were so suspicious of has selflessly sacrificed their lifes to help your people.. 
<CntrlNadu> %  You're to kind Doctor
<CntrlNadu> @ ::To Cristof:: Your sister's sacrifice will be sung and statues raised in her honor
<Jacie> % ::just passes a glassy stare at Irish too distraught to even argue with his usual lack of empathy::
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish goes to sleep on Jacies shoulder looking worn out and extremely frazzled:: 
<AlxKeegan> <pause Malen>
<Jacie> % I'll just be glad when there are no more daleks in the Universe to demand "noble sacrifices". ::grits out::
<AlxKeegan> <Irish paws Jacie:-)>
<SpaceProg> <<Aww.. he's making bread>>
<IrishTCat> % ::Irish reaches out mentally to Jacie :: 
<AlxKeegan> <yes, Irish kneads Jacie:-)>
<SpaceProg> <<LOL>>
<IrishTCat> % ///She went to a better place glad to do something to stop the Daleks. She died so others could live /// 
<CntrlNadu> <Worthy of 7 that :-)>
<CntrlNadu> <pause Controller Nadu>
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<SpaceProg> <<7?  5, surely ;-)>>
<Jacie> % Doctor>::frowns in concern for his friend and wraps a protective arm around her:: One day, maybe. I think its time I took my friends for some rest, Nadu. Good luck Malen. 
<SpaceProg> <<Oh.. you meann't the pun.. lol>>
<IrishTCat> <<Pause Irish T Cat >> 
<AlxKeegan> <waiting for two more pauses so I can pause the sim:-)>
<IrishTCat> <<Paws Jacie >> 
<IrishTCat> <<Paws Doctor>>
<SpaceProg> <<lol>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<PAUSE SIM>>>
<AlxKeegan> <<<CUT AND PRINT>>>
<Cody> <Irish has 4 paus ::duck::>
<IrishTCat> <<Give me Food !  >>
<Jacie> <Pause>
<AlxKeegan> bravo!!!!
<Jacie> Bravo!
<AlxKeegan> good job, everyone!!!
<Frankie13> Yay!
<SpaceProg> <<Good job, ya'll.>>
<Jacie> Great show, gang!
<AlxKeegan> I sent out an interlude log, please read it, i hope you all like it
<Jacie> And we finished too.
<Tara> fun fun fun
Session Close: Thu Jul 12 21:45:41 2001