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USS Leviathan

MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay - Raauhl, McHarrie, Remington, Bog

Posted by Ensign Tellek Bog (Engineer) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in MPT - LS Trickster - Shuttle Bay
Casela walked in, not looking like herself at all. Her long, straight black hair, was now full of curls and fuschia pink, and her uniquely all black eyes were now purple. Those two simple changes made her look completely different and not recognizable as her normal self. She’s wearing loose flowing pants tucked into knee high black boots and a loose long sleeved blouse with a short waisted suede jacket. She opened the shuttle and stepped in, tossing the pack she had picked up under the pilots seat. She lifted the seats in the back of the shuttle, opening the storage compartment. “Tellek, she better be ready to take off.” She calls from inside the shuttle as she begins the start-up sequence.

“Ah Miss Casela! Back again.” A holographic image of a butler appears in the middle of the shuttle.

“Oh can it, Alfred. Computer HUI OFF” and ‘Alfred’ disappears.
Lt. Synthi-er

Executing a curt bow, Huey vanished. The autopilot continued to monitor the ship and its surrounding, not technically shutdown. Unlike a standard Starfleet systems his systems had been altered to remain on standby to provide his mistress assistance despite her temper.

Huey

Bog stomped up the ramp, tool belt , apron and goggles over a russet set of coveralls. “She is ready, but for how long depends on you.” The Tellarite grumbled

Bog
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“Stow your gear, Bog.” She continued to run her preflight sequences, “She’ll stay ready as long as you and Alfred don’t create any more holographic hostiles.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“You were having entirely to much fun, Counselor. It isn’t my fault that some bunch of idiots found a Breen scout.” Bog retorted as he stowed his gear under the port rear bench. After the last run he felt justified in the centimeter of ablative armor he had applied.

Bog

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