<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82455.msg4151935#msg4151935">Quote from: orderNchaos on 19-01-2011, 15:07:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Liara dumped the gel packs in her arm on a diagnostic console and tapped in a few commands on the console.  A second later a force shield jumped into place around the console.  As soon as the shield went up, one of the gel packs exploded inside the field.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em> Hobble my ass,</em>Dun thought, it just kinda hit him.  The zero point homeopathic mobility chair (now known as the ZpHMC) just seemed to keep smoothing out what he knew his aged body still possessed in essential life hormones that was keeping him energized.  He was a simple man.  He, however, needed a way to ease his aches, and his Capt'n had given him the access, and he would send it to his grand pappy after...<br/><br/><em>Hells, what was I thinkin'?</em><br/><br/>He pulled face to with the ensign and spoke to her softly while pulling from a Starfleet legal long pipe simulation with interactive replicator potential technology for highland crude cut.  His pappies favorite. His costume was complete for any who had seen the elder Sherlock Homes portrayal down to the tartan lap dress.  The pipe was spot on, all that was missing was the hat.<br/><br/>In an odd moment of comfortable intellectual speak, Dun issues forth, with ellipses representing draws from the simulated long pipe.<br/><br/>"She blew when the phasic containment went up<strong>. . . .  . .  </strong>there was to be a reason for that under new species containment accords."<br/><br/><strong> =/ Lt McGalleon to the Captain, recommend all stop and an all green lowering of shields and all containment protocols, including hull integrity. It may be this vessels last acts <strong> . . .  .  . .  . </strong> at allowing you and I to survive.  Dun awaiting response."</strong>