=/\= Romulan Ship =/\= Kirkland rubbed at his newly pointed ears. The surgical implants began to itch, but he feared he might turn the ears into raw and bloody stumps if he got carried away. He rubbed them gently, before finally returning to work. The transporter system was not isolated. "Ok, sir. I have it. Setting the transporter field. Everyone stand close." The Chimera crew came together as Kirkland finished. "Ok .. shield frequency. .. what is it? Damn, I can never remember. Is today Tuesday or Wednesday?" "Tuesday" replied an ODA officer in the background. Kirkland nodded: "257.4 it is, then. Energizing." The crew disappeared in a rush of Romulan transporter energy, only to rematerialize moments later. Kirkland looked around, and only saw the same Romulan cupric metal lining the bulkheads. "Shit, we must have reflected ... the cloaking device must have created a variance to misalign our own transporter frequency ... maybe I can adapt." He walked to a nearby console and tried to access it the same way, to no affect. "Negative. They've detected the unauthorized transport and locked down their transports. Luckily, I think the scan is delocalized. They can't know where we are. What should we do, Commander? Maybe it is time to steal a shuttle." He tried a different command, and produced a map of the deck. He shrugged. "I can't read Romulan. Can anyone read this?" =/\= END LOG =/\= LtJG Mathew Kirkland DCEO USS Chimera -- ___________________________________________________________ Sign-up for Ads Free at Mail.com http://promo.mail.com/adsfreejump.htm