Indianna, I'm going to keep an open com channel...

Ok, where are we in the interior?

*you are south of the area with deected technology. Prepare for some weapons and automated defenses.*

Ok. Dr who, please take out your special tricorder with time stuff and other dr who features.

Everybody split up.
Make sure your phasers are set to vaporize. we don't want any nasty little surprises.

DrWho42's Science Team Marvin

"Oh ok. *takes out official "drwho42istically cool tricorder of science and scans...* Hmmmm.... Who's on my team? Oooh! Ancient Atlantean-like ruins!"

"scans show an M class atmosphere with 70% Nitrogen and 21% O The rest is helium CO2 and hydrogen

Most rock is composed of a carbon infused graniticrock with high amounts of quartz crystals.

This asteroid was built!

Judging by molecular structure, this thing was basically replicated by something massive!!!
It was not made like regular granite. No heating patterns like granite.

Oh well on to the technology. I'm detecting a neutrino scan to our right. Ready phasers. "

Plasma beams barely miss heads, boiling atmosphere.

"Oooh.... that was close...!"

A bright blue ball of light suddenly appears engulfing the teams. It difuses into beams of thoron energy. Which focuses on a dome ahead of the away team. the energy comes bouncing back at them. It transports them inside the dome in a blinding point of white light.

Inside the dome, a hologram appears. "Why are you hear?" it asks.
WEAREBORG tells it that its creators are gone.
the hologram is then shut down.
"Must be a fail safe." says tinadoll.

A portal appears. the circular door opens in a spiraling motion liker the iris of a stargate. From the portal, a beam of light emerges. It hits a panel of some sort and a soft beeping heard.

"Please proceed to the consoles" says the computer.
balls of green light materialize and disapper leaving behind small consoles with instruments and helmets. One helmet, one small circular ball, and one small cube.

DRWHO scans them and finds them to be of a neutronium composition.
"We may be dealing with some of the most technologicaly advanced species we have yet seen."

Just then a hole of light appeared and out jumped a timetraveler... "Oooooo Me pick me! I wanna be on the science team"

ok... sure echo. you can be on the Science team. I bet you can since drwho42 is the admiral. Or you know what I mean...

*wonders why WAB's eyebrows are moving up and down out of control... Last time that happened was when I made Spock emotioinal... or close to it... except that was one eyebrow...*

Ah... I see....
Oh well take a console...

all the information we need is here. Let's see Neutronium production, weapons manifolds, multidimensional travel, etc.

wow!....

Let's see if we can download this into tricorders...

Ok the security team downloads the security and tactical stuff

engineering team alpha downloads the engineering and science stuff

beta team downloads the culture and species information, anything about history and other species.

And the team heads download everything else...

Ok that should be about it...

Indianna, prepare to beam us up.
*transporter beam initiates*

Myserious cloaked asteroid...

"Yes, you may join my Science Team..."

But then...

From the foggy depths comes a tremendous spinning hypercube of light engulfs Admiral 42, and he later disappears!

And then the Ghost of Phlox pops out of some haunted shuttlepod on the asteroid for no real good reason...

"Who are you?" echo says as she picks up a device looking like a vacume cleaner .

"who ya gonna call? Ghost busters!" she says as she continues pokeing the ghost.

In some luminal shape at hi-speeds....

There wasn't exactly walls, floors, or ceilings, but there were rays of light that compensated for them...

As Admiral 42 was being kidnapped by the ancient (but extinct [as far as we know....] ) race's program... A replica was being transferred, without much realization that the two were different...

*The Replica was actually digital , and so the real 42 was being sent elsewhere unknown of its destination...*

"Indianna, locate the doc."

"The doctor has just entered a wormhole that is linked to about 40 light years from here. "

"So why don't we beam him out? "

"We just did"

"What about echo?"
"Her too"


"what is with you holograms and your weird little emotional simulations?"

OH FUNNNY FUN FUN

Lets take a sample of somthing or other!

[Ehm, did you beam up the "original" Admiral 42? Or the Replicant? <I'm ok with either...>]

I beamed up the original doctor....

Anyways all technology and downloads are retrieved...

Okey dokey. Dr, what are our orders?

"Hehehe, anyone up to disobeying Section 13.13 orders, and trading this technology with either the Ferengi, Orion Traders, or Osaarian merchants?"

"Sure, lets go sell all that stuff, just don't tell anyone."

::is eating a packed lunch::

OH OH is that an Alien?

"So....
Who do you think will give us the best price?..."

The ugly guys with the weird forheads..oh that does not narrow it down

Definitely no the ferengi. The orions will steal it so contact the Ossarians....

not the ones with the ears..

the one that grr all the time...

Beam me up snapped his fingers. "Klingons!"

nahh...
that won't work...
What about the Romulans?

"All in favour... Say 'I!'"

"I"

Klingons will only use it for a civil war...
Romulans however would result in chaos throughout the quadrant

AHA


I knew my days feeding lies to gowron would come bact to haunt me

Wait not Klingons the other Gr Grs

Ummm Cardddd..somthing or other!

NAHhh...
the cards always mess up the programming..

but the Klingons are stupid

No ofense Worf

::worf grummbles off into canon::

that's why I'm saying Romulans...

"Can I have two votes if I say Aye, Aye?"

Beam me up stared at the security console briefly and pushed some buttons.

"Now Starfleet can't listen to us. I hope what I did does not have any really, really bad side effects. Just count me as one Aye vote."

what about the rest of you?

"I voted, now I am just waiting for the Borg Cube to appear."

Hmmm...
Yeah, I'll get on that

< points to screen name

BMU checked his six gun that he wore instead of a phaser. It had of all things, six bullets in it. He smiled and waited. Suddenly, a Borg Cube appeared on the viewscreen. BMU stumbled back into his console and the cube went away.

"That was just the screen saver," he muttered.

Do i get to vote?!?

Yeah...
Oh we forgot to activate the disco ball...

BMU noticed a red switch on the security console. He flipped it and the disco ball turned itself on and began to throw colored lights over the bridge.

"Now then, we need some music. Computer, play a random assortment of songs from artists that were around in the 1970's from Earth history."

Some Elvis music started blaring out of the speakers and BMU sighed.

Computer, please replicate a lemonade.

BMU sighed as "Hound Dog" began to play over the bridge speakers.

"Computer play something from Creedence Clearwater Revival."

COMPUTER, LOCATE THE REST OF THE CREW

*comes out of Turbolift* I'm here... *puts vacationing briefcase away*
Did we trade the new advanced techno yet?

BMU shrugged and looked down at the silver star on his chest. He noticed that there was some dust on it, so he wiped it off with his sleeve.

"Shall we go somewhere?"

We have found some prospectives and we have duplicated the technology for us and this ship. It should be able to be integrated into any Federation ship.

Closing due to long period of inactivity.