Somewhere near the hub, GLaDoS is returning crew members to the main portion of the ship.

“For your participation, cake and therapy may be obtained in the lobby.”Mulan springs to her feet. “What lobby ( Read more... )

After taking some much needed time to rest, collect their thoughts, gather information, plan, and work out the logistics of said plans, the Command Staff finally convened down in the city in the Basilica of St. Peter. The Vatican had served well as their meeting place before, so it made perfect sense to use it again. It was obviously large enough ( Read more... )

After having his shoulder and Achilles tendon cared for in the medbay, Sam--under armed guard--had been brought back to the precinct and placed back into detention. Laying back on his cot, with his hand tucked under his head, he was lost in thought. Questions flooded his mind. Second guesses. Things he should have done differently at different ( Read more... )

Sokka poked distastefully at the mush in the edible plate that sat in front of him. This sucked. A lot. He'd been willing to deal with it for a few days but now this was just ridiculous. There was literally nothing to eat here besides the mush. And Sokka of the Water Tribe did not eat mush. He ate meat. Lots of it. This diet just would not do. He ( Read more... )

Picard had just finished his log entry for the day, and had decided to relax in one of the sensoriums. Leaning back against his chair, he called out, "Could you play some music?" Almost as soon as he said those words, the most horrendously loud guitar thrashing and guttural screaming burst through, knocking the captain over. He climbed back up and ( Read more... )

Kirk had done some poking around on his own initiative, after Cybil informed him about the precinct. He'd found it easily enough - it just took some looking around the city. He'd been a bit staggered by all of it. It simply confirmed how huge Stacy was and how little of it they'd really explored. All the more reason to get moving quickly. Cybil had ( Read more... )

Leon had been busy since the mission. He had dozens of questions, so, when he wasn't patrolling the City or doing a few exercises with his team, he was trying to get answers ( Read more... )

Picard was sitting, watching television.

To be precise, he was watching episodes of Star Trek: The Next Generation. He remembered the Farpoint mission, remembered Q and his 'trial for humanity'. He only grew more sullen when he switched it ahead many episodes to First Contact with the Borg. He watched as a model of the Enterprise was bombarded ( Read more... )

[ooc: Read this bit.]Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they' ( Read more... )

For the most part, the groups reconvene without incident. There are some minor injuries and a few are battered, but overall, everyone is fine. At least barring poor Leela, her arm swollen, her breathing still troubled. Fortunately, when she's brought back aboard Obs Deck, Stacy provides something if a medical cot out of the floor, that she can be ( Read more... )