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Admiral's Log, stardate 230658.34 The destruction of the stolen ship remains a mystery. None of my crew will admit to sending the destruct code, and the computer records show that, in fact, no such transmission was made. We are returning to the Terran home system, to investigate further. Since the stolen vessel spent some time in orbit around the 3rd planet, I estimate a 57.76% probabity that we shall learn something useful there. In addition, we will be rendering assitance to Professor S'Tranak of the Academy of Sciences, whose ship is in the area, and in need of repairs. He claims to know something about the possible identity of the parties responsible for the theft, but is reluctant to discuss the matter over an open channel.
Admiral Skarak of the Vulcan Defence Fleet <[email protected]>
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 15:14:37 (MDT) 
Oh d-d-d-dear!

Piglet
- Friday, September 03, 1999 at 20:16:18 (MDT) 
*Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep* Deadeye: "Sir, the sensors are picking up 12 Vulcan warships entering into the system. They are on a direct course for Earth." Duker: "Take us out of orbit and put us on the far side of the Sun, and stay cloaked." "Yes Sir." The Instigator flies around the Sun and sits there while the radiation blocks their warp signiture. The Vulcan ships reach Earth and begin to orbit the blue and white planet.

Duker
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 00:18:57 (MDT) 
*jumps in suprise at Woodlouse's scream and splashes bloodwine on the person she was talking to, then begins to laugh*

Savannah
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 11:59:37 (MDT) 
Cicilia hears the scream, rolls her eyes, and hangs up. Signalling for Chit to open a communication channel to Chief Woodlouse, and reminding herself that House Woodlouse's chiefs weren't glorified figureheads such as the Doef'Rini's, she waits for the channel to open, then smiles at Chief Woodlouse. "Oh, dear, have you heard? Lord Woodlouse seems to be making a fool of himself again...."(helpfully Chit transmits appropriate images) "The Xanarious are up to something, and I want to take personal control of the matter....I'd like to borrow a few of your warships for security reasons...I also suggest you relieve LW, as he seems to be more of an embarassment than an asset...."

- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 12:14:54 (MDT) 


*Chief Woodlouse's eyes dilate* Oh, ye.. ye... yes, that sounds like a fine idea! Yes, you can have, lets see, 5 cruisers from the fleet in orbit! And LW? Hmm, he has been a good friend... but you are an enlightened woman and a rather pretty one at that... *Chief Woodlouse grins blankly for a while* Yes, I belive you are right, I shall discharge Lord Cheesybean Woodlouse today, and make Field Marshal Woodlouse the new Lord for the time being. *Chief Woodlouse grins pleasantly at the Lady Doef'Rini...*
Chief Woodlouse
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 13:46:49 (MDT) 
*After reciveing the information at the party about his dismissal as Lord, the former LW is totaly depressed. He looks at a barrel of bloodwine and decides there is little point in being sober anymore...* Why me?! *takes a giant gulp of bloodwine* WHY ME!?! *Cheesybean begins to sob*

Cheesybean Woodlouse
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 14:02:17 (MDT) 
Meanwhile, on the Far Star, in custody in the Vulcan Defense Force's shuttlebay, a panel opened. Machinery activated, and a pseudometallic hand raised up....

Infinitech
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 14:17:16 (MDT) 
'Good news, Elisia. I got rid of the worms, and I'm in top form... Elisia???'

Mel
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 14:18:02 (MDT) 
Meanwhile, in the spartan prisoner's quarters on the Vulcan ship, Elisia pondered. One of the Vulcan's had patiently answered her questions on their specie's peculiar pecadillos, such as the bodily contact thing. 'I suppose if I were a touch telepath, I wouldn't like shaking hands, either,' she thought. Having been there for a few hours now, and making limited progress in unobtrusively hacking the Vulcan's computer system ('They're good programmers, I'll give them that), she had gotten bored. With a twitch of her face, she opened a secure link to the Far Star's computer system 'Status', she asked. The computer's voice was overridden by another, one she was relieved to hear. 'Elisia?' 'Mel. How are you? What was up with you earlier, anyway?' 'Oh, that, I'd rather not speak of it, but suffice it to say that we should be most careful of interference by these 'spider' things that seem pandemic to this universe.' 'Yes, I caught a couple trying to dissasemble components of our ship. They were taken care of, though...' Mel, getting to the other point of conversation, asked 'So, tell me, why are we here?' Elisia replied, 'Because, I felt that we'd more or less spoiled our chances on Earth of earning anyone's trust, and went with the most... logical choice. Be careful of these creatures, Mel. They may be rigid and literal to a fault, but they also seem xenophobic of other creatures. Perhaps simply introducing yourself as a robot would be the best step. After all, who else better to speak to a logic infested species than a computer?' 'Good idea, I shall try that. As a matter of fact, I should do so now, it seems the Vulcans have figured out the opening sequence for this craft. Mel out.' Elisia relaxed, knowing soon things would get very interesting, and accessed Surak's 'The Application of Logic in a Stochasitically Variable Multiverse, Volume I'.

Infinitech
- Saturday, September 04, 1999 at 14:30:22 (MDT) 
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