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| ==== Harold and the Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich ==== | ==== Harold and the Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich ==== | ||
| - | Aaron decides to head down further, aware of the new countdown looming over their heads. As they descend further, the decay vanishes and they can clearly see the tiles now. Kelly wonders if the Matruse Devices have some sort of environmental effect, and then they reach a central chamber. The tiles here are pink marble, and stretch across the floor and up the walls to about waist-height. The top portion of the walls in an ochre color, and the center of the chamber is dominated by an ancient control panel in a half-arc. The other half-arc is an Iconian Gateway, flickering rapidly between locations scattered throughout the galaxy! However, what truly draws their attention is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, missing a bite, on the control panel! | + | Aaron decides to head down further, aware of the new countdown looming over their heads. As they descend further, the decay vanishes, and they can clearly see the tiles now. Kelly wonders if the Matruse Devices have some sort of environmental effect, and then they reach a central chamber. The tiles here are pink marble and stretch across the floor and up the walls to about waist-height. The top portion of the walls in an ochre color, and the center of the chamber is dominated by an ancient control panel in a half-arc. The other half-arc is an Iconian Gateway, flickering rapidly between locations scattered throughout the galaxy! However, what truly draws their attention is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, missing a bite, on the control panel! |
| - | They approach the controls and the sandwich, and find it’s only been here an hour, it’s on a Romulan plate, and there is Romulan DNA in the bite. They then see the gateway flash to another control room, where [[trek: | + | They approach the controls and the sandwich, and find it’s only been here an hour, it’s on a Romulan plate, and there is Romulan DNA in the bite. They then see the gateway flash to another control room, where [[trek: |
| - | The screen flickers back to the annoyed Romulan, who points a small device at them. A tiny tractor beam cuts through the gateway and grabs the sandwich, but it’s not strong enough to break Aaron’s grip. The Romulan looks really annoyed, and demands his lunch. Aaron holds on to the sandwich and asks the Romulan where he is. The Romulan frowns and says, // | + | The screen flickers back to the annoyed Romulan, who points a small device at them. A tiny tractor beam cuts through the gateway and grabs the sandwich, but it’s not strong enough to break Aaron’s grip. The Romulan looks really annoyed and demands his lunch. Aaron holds on to the sandwich and asks the Romulan where he is. The Romulan frowns and says, // |
| Aaron explains calmly that the Cardassians are inbound, and Harold frowns and concedes, //“Oh, then you definitely want to destroy the gateway. Place your charges there, there, there, and at the apex of the roof.”// He gestures as he talks, pointing out the specific locations, and Kelly realizes Harold is telling the unvarnished truth. Harold eyes things on his end and announces, //“You have about forty-five minutes until catastrophic failure. Oh dear, I hope no one lives on that planet.”// | Aaron explains calmly that the Cardassians are inbound, and Harold frowns and concedes, //“Oh, then you definitely want to destroy the gateway. Place your charges there, there, there, and at the apex of the roof.”// He gestures as he talks, pointing out the specific locations, and Kelly realizes Harold is telling the unvarnished truth. Harold eyes things on his end and announces, //“You have about forty-five minutes until catastrophic failure. Oh dear, I hope no one lives on that planet.”// | ||
| - | The away team eyes each other for a second and M’Belaa takes a few notes on her padd before Harold announces, //“Okay, good news. Well, sort of. I’ve been able to reroute the feedback loop so it doesn’t rip open the planet and send a shockwave through subspace, preventing warp travel in your sector forever. However, that drops the countdown to thirty minutes. Oh, is my niece there?”// Aaron replies, “Uhm… nope.” M’Belaa grumbles about destroying an Iconian Gateway, but Kelly consoles her. Harold demands his sandwich now, and states, //“Do you know how hard it is to get peanut butter in the Romulan Star Empire? | + | The away team eyes each other for a second and M’Belaa takes a few notes on her padd before Harold announces, //“Okay, good news. Well, sort of. I’ve been able to reroute the feedback loop, so it doesn’t rip open the planet and send a shockwave through subspace, preventing warp travel in your sector forever. However, that drops the countdown to thirty minutes. Oh, is my niece there?”// Aaron replies, “Uhm… nope.” M’Belaa grumbles about destroying an Iconian Gateway, but Kelly consoles her. Harold demands his sandwich now, and states, //“Do you know how hard it is to get peanut butter in the Romulan Star Empire? |
| The gateway flickers and resumes showing random destinations, | The gateway flickers and resumes showing random destinations, | ||
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| They exit the turbolift to the bridge and Commander Shil’vala stands up from the center chair and eyes Kimball and the boots. He claims, “War trophies, | They exit the turbolift to the bridge and Commander Shil’vala stands up from the center chair and eyes Kimball and the boots. He claims, “War trophies, | ||
| - | Aaron orders Eleven to drop out of warp, and for the senior staff to meet in the war room immediately. They all troop down, and Aaron realizes the [[trek: | + | Aaron orders Eleven to drop out of warp, and for the senior staff to meet in the strategy |
| T’kora grabs the flask from Kimball, pops it open, and dabs her finger into it. She samples the ale, rolls it around in her mouth, and declares, “This is a nobleman’s private stock. Very smooth. This is not the mass-produced garbage for the lower classes.” Aaron wonders, “And how do you know this?” T’kora retorts, “Because I’ve been in Starfleet for over sixty years, before the Tomed Incident and the closing of the borders?” Aaron concedes that point. Kimball asks if they’re going after the spy probe, and Aaron replies, “Not sure yet. I’m going to go down to cargo bay two and meet this [[trek: | T’kora grabs the flask from Kimball, pops it open, and dabs her finger into it. She samples the ale, rolls it around in her mouth, and declares, “This is a nobleman’s private stock. Very smooth. This is not the mass-produced garbage for the lower classes.” Aaron wonders, “And how do you know this?” T’kora retorts, “Because I’ve been in Starfleet for over sixty years, before the Tomed Incident and the closing of the borders?” Aaron concedes that point. Kimball asks if they’re going after the spy probe, and Aaron replies, “Not sure yet. I’m going to go down to cargo bay two and meet this [[trek: | ||