ON: Enlisted Mess. U.S.S Malinche. Day 6. 0751 Wanting, desperately, to stay away from the bustle of the Starbase Marco had contained himself to the all but deserted Malinche. Whilst his fellow comrades were doubtlessly living it up on the bases bars and other leisure facilities, he was content to b...

ON: U.S.S Malinche. Enlisted Mess. 1940. MD3 Marco sat staring angrily into his now cold coffee as if it a) was at fault, and b) held the answers. 'Ah well' he thought to himself miserabley. He had a picture of walking down some Risian beach enjoying his retirement, assuming that cow of a Captain di...

<< USS Malinche, Turbolift. 13.20, Day 3>> Tupalov instinctively thumbed the holstered type 2 as he strode onto the bridge, noticing he was the last one there. Well truth be told he was probably the only using the 'facilities' when Blue Alert was called, and on the way someone lovely had decided to ...

ON. Chief Of the Boats Office. 12:30. Day 3. Marco sat tapping his fingers on the small desk, waiting for Alan to answer at the other end back on Earth. It had been well over an hour since he'd spoken to Botrev, and he still hadnt figured out what to do with Jarans data - he knew that the Malinche w...

USS Malinche. Chief of the Boats Office. Day 3. 11:00 Marco laughed almost silently through his nose as he leaned back in the far too comfortable chair, he stuck a tongue in his cheek in amusement as he recounted the last words Sarah had put at the bottom of her later. ?And just remember mister chie...

pfffft

<<USS Malinche, Corridor, 2022, Day 1>> A grim look on her face, Isabel headed down the corridor and tapped her commbadge, "Kersare to Tupalov and Hawkins. Meet me outside Mr. Tupalov's quarters - I'm on my way now. Kersare out." She was not happy. By all indications, Marco and Jack had de...

eh hem....

*cracks fingers*









De-weed my ruddy quarters....



please

ON: <<USS Malinche, 1830. Day One. Bridge.>> ?Shall I inform the Captain?? The duty officer asked Marco as he stepped onto the turbolift. He returned with a frown, it was the officer who was supposed to make the decision in the CO?s absence, not his, though Marco was grateful for the respect shown; ...

eh?

<<USS Malinche, Holodeck, 18:00, Day One>> Lying on the right side of his face, it was left that slowly blinked open first, to find the holodeck on its side. He coughed, trying to fight off a layer of burning in his throat, and grimaced when the expelled air threw up a spray of a lukewarm liquid ont...

ON: <<USS Malinche, Environmental Control, 1626, Day 1>> Marco stepped further into the room after the doors closed behind him. Now alone, he allowed himself to double over in pain after leaving the PO's in the gym sweating it out for what Marco wanted to be another good hour yet. He'd kept a brave ...

Ok, Uno =

Who's up for stacking isolinear chips?

The only Uno I know is that stacking thing, where you can't let the tower fall - like Jenga but called Uno.

Are we stacking isolinear chips?

Let's stack isolinear chips!

What be Uno?