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*(( Race track, =E2=80=9CRex's Ridin' =E2=80=98n' R=
acing=E2=80=9D Moon, Argentum)) *

Bobing back and forth through the corners, Geoff and Wil continued to make=
=20
contact, losing bits of speed along the way. It gave Jansen the perfect=20
opportunity to slide past them and open up a lead. =20

Orrey: Make way Spanner boys. I think a cradle is calling you.

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Who are you calling a spanner?! =3D/\=3D

Teller: =3D/\=3D Don't you bring baby furniture into this! =3D/\=3D

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D It's not how you run, it's how it ends up! =3D/\=3D

Next, Kelrod's bike snapped past them as if they were going still. Geoff=
=20
found himself in the rear of the pack, chasing his former shipmates and low=
=20
on their special 'power ups.' He was losing, badly and he couldn't=20
remember a time in his life when he was having more fun. Kelrod cheered=20
through their comm link as Teller leaned in and gunned the throttle. =20

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D Who likes to fly!? =3D/\=3D

*((Near the end of the race...))*

They were in the final third of a lap, bunched into a tight pack again. =20
Say what he might about Rex's choice in fashion, the man seemed to know=20
something about the 'racin' business. The little boosts and freezes had=20
proven to balance out the race brilliantly while the track itself had been=
=20
a thing of beauty. Teller intended to grab a scan of the track from the=20
Argo before they left - this could be a big hit in the holodecks on the=20
Thor. =20

The occasional collisions had abated as all the racers got more confident=
=20
in their piloting and now, with the last few turns ahead, everyone had=20
their game faces on. Geoff was focused. He was ready. He could see the=
=20
track ahead in his mind as he shifted his weight, preparing to lean into=20
the turn. =20

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Oi Geoffrey. Did I tell you that Mistress IA was looking =
for=20
you on subspace channels? Said something about paternity or something. =3D=
/\=3D

Geoff had been so focused on the race that the comment took him completely=
=20
off guard. For two precious seconds, his attention wavered. =20

Teller: =3D/\=3D What?! =3D/\=3D

The nose of Geoff's bike began to drift inward. It was only a few degrees,=
=20
but at the speeds they were traveling, and with Wil's uniquely kinetic=20
style of flying, it was enough. Kelrod didn't have time to notice either=
=20
as he was busy getting in on the fun. =20

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D A wedding and fatherhood! How will you call him or her? =
=3D/\=3D=20
:: Kelrod would have bursted into laughter if he hasn't been driving at=20
quite a speed in such a terrain.

Within an instant, multiple collisions sent Wil, Geoff and Kelrod spinning=
=20
wildly out of control. Even the relatively hands off safety features on=20
the bikes felt that things had gone a step too far, and emergency thrusters=
=20
began firing, keeping the collision from being anything but a dizzying=20
nuisance. Which Wil had definitely caused. Just ahead of the pile up,=20
Jansen sailed on without obstruction and crossed the finish line to a huge=
=20
burst of holo-fireworks, and grandstands of people cheering blared over=20
their comms. =20

By the time the bike came to a wobbling halt, Geoff was laughing so hard=20
little droplets of tears were floating freely inside his helmet. =20

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D ::Sheepishly:: I uh - ::gesturing towards the finish line:=
: -=20
missed. =3D/\=3D

Teller: ::laughing:: =3D/\=3D You managed to hit two walls, the ground, and=
two=20
other bikes. I don't think you missed anything! =3D/\=3D

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D Seems that you won't have to keep that Chech'tluth warm fo=
r me=20
after all =3D/\=3D

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D By the way, while Jayla is puckering up to snog Jansen bef=
ore=20
she gets her brain melted by Raissa, I should point out that last across=20
the line has to kiss *me*. =3D/\=3D

Geoff and Kelrod shared a look of shock before simultaneously thrashing=20
their bikes back to life, launching away towards the finish line with=20
renewed purpose. They remained within centimetres of one another to the=20
very end, where a holo-finish was snapped and evaluated. It took a=20
computer calibrated micrometer to get their result, but Kelrod had won by a=
=20
nose. Geoff affectionately patted the controls of the Sag as they slowed=
=20
back into the pit lane. It was a hilariously fun little thing, and riding=
=20
one hadn't made him want it any less. He began seriously considering the=
=20
size of the cargo bay in the Argo's rear hold when an incredible idea=20
struck him. =20

Teller: oO Yep, this is a good decision. I'll never live to regret this. =
=20
Oo

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Commander Kelrod, I reckon it's Chech'tluth time. =3D/\=3D

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D I take your word for it! =3D/\=3D

Geoff dismounted the bike and began jogging towards the airlock with the=20
rest of the group. Hearty back slaps were offered to the champion, Jansen,=
=20
as they cycled through. As Geoff got his helmet off, he turned to Wil with=
=20
a smirk and battled his eye lashes.=20

Teller: =3D/\=3D So where's that kiss, Mister? =3D/\=3D=20

*(Minutes Later - Orientation Room & Bar)*

It had taken them a few minutes to trade their racing suits for party=20
attire and a few minutes longer to make their way back to the bar, but by=
=20
the time they had clips of their race were playing above their heads and=20
the party was in full swing. Jansen graciously received hooted cheers and=
=20
applause from 'his adoring fans,' while rounds of drinks and finger foods=
=20
began to make their way around the room. With the buzz of the race behind=
=20
him, he found himself famished and parched. Two things he'd need to=20
resolve immediately.=20

Kelrod: You know, adrenaline pumping in a friendly environment, =E2=80=A6 w=
hat we=20
need now is something to celebrate Jansen's good luck.

Teller: Hell of a racer you are, Jansen. ::Teller raised his glass:: =20
Here's to you and Raissa. =20

Geoff managed to work that in around mouthfuls of something that was both=
=20
deep fried and possibly chocolate. Or bacon. Or all three. =20

Orrey/Ukinix: Response

Kelrod: :: sitting next to doctor Mackenzie :: So, how was your talk time?=
=20

Mackenzie/Ariadust/Petras/Vanlith: Response

Kelrod: We certainly did. :: smiling at the others :: We haven't had much=
=20
time ask you... How are you doing on the... Thor?=20

Mackenzie: Response=20

Teller: ::Geoff leaned back, slowly unwinding:: We're muddling through. =
=20
Good ship and a fine crew. Warp core is a real thing of beauty. Speaking=
=20
of...::Geoff turned his attention first towards Charlena:: Ikara!

Vanlith: Response

Teller: It's good to see you. ::Geoff smiled:: You keeping Wil in line? =
=20

Vanlith/Petras: Response

Teller: Well I know you're not done torturing him, Jayla. You ever pull=
=20
those 'code upgrades' out of his replicator? =20

Petras: Response

Geoff leaned back in his chair, possibly a bit too far. =20

Teller: Of course I knew about it. ::Geoff flashed a somewhat goofy=20
grin:: I was the Chief. ::And promptly toppled backwards out of his=20
chair.::

Any: Response

*((OOC: Happy to backsim here, but I believe Wil intends to move us=20
forward, so I'm going to tag a little coda scene on here to close things=20
out.))*

*((Hours Later, Launch Bay))*

With the Bachus Marsh lifting smoothly out of the bay, Teller had one thing=
=20
to do before launching the Argo in pursuit as they headed off to, of all=20
places, Risa. Geoff winced slightly - he knew of the planets reputation=20
for extreme hospitality, but the part of its reputation that stuck out more=
=20
prominently to Geoff was the tropical climate. Geoff hated the beach. =20
He'd once heard about a Starfleet officer who'd gotten so bent out of shape=
=20
on a vacation to Risa that he messed with the planets weather control=20
network and set it to rain. Geoff felt like he understood that guy. =20

Waiting near the Argo's rear hatch, Rex himself stood majestically. The=20
man had quite a presence, even here. =20

Teller: Thanks for meeting me, Rex. I wanted to talk to you about buying=
=20
a pair of those speeders of yours. I can think of a few ways my crew could=
=20
have a bit of fun with them. What do you think? =20

Rex: Response

Teller: Well, I wasn't so much thinking of currency - more of a trade. =20
You're clearly a man, like myself, who can appreciate a high speed piece of=
=20
machinery. Tell me - ever seen one of these? =20

Geoff smacked the rear hatch release, slowly lowering the ramp. Inside,=20
the damaged but serviceable Argo buggy sat, tall on its all terrain tires. =
=20
Geoff smiled as Rex let out a low whistle. =20

Teller: Regulations say I have to declare this vehicle a loss due to=20
damage suffered last mission. Already been stripped of it's weapons and=20
most of the armor. Doesn't matter that an inexpensive, type 7 phase=20
coupler and a few new tires would make it drivable...we have safety=20
standards to maintain in Starfleet. ::Geoff winked and smiled:: But an=20
enterprising fellow like yourself...

Rex: Response

Teller: I hoped you'd see it that way. Oh and Rex, one more small thing?

Rex: Response

Teller: ::Geoff's grin became goofy and child like.:: I want the red=20
one. =20

*[Tags/End for Teller - See ya on Risa!]*

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Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Teller
Visitin' Party Goer
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(( Race track, =E2=80=9CRex's Ridin=E2=80=
=99 =E2=80=98n' Racing=E2=80=9D Moon, Argentum))
v>
Bobing back and forth through the corners, Geoff and Wil c=
ontinued to make contact, losing bits of speed along the way. It gave=
Jansen the perfect opportunity to slide past them and open up a lead.=C2=
=A0

Orrey: Make way Spanner boys. I think a =
cradle is calling you.

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Who are yo=
u calling a spanner?! =3D/\=3D

Teller:=
=3D/\=3D Don't you bring baby furniture into this! =3D/\=3D
=

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D It's not how you run, it's how it e=
nds up! =3D/\=3D

Next, Kelrod's bike snapped p=
ast them as if they were going still. Geoff found himself in the rear=
of the pack, chasing his former shipmates and low on their special 'po=
wer ups.' He was losing, badly and he couldn't remember a tim=
e in his life when he was having more fun. Kelrod cheered through the=
ir comm link as Teller leaned in and gunned the throttle.
=

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D Who likes to fly!? =3D/\=3D
=

((Near the end of the race...))

<=
div>They were in the final third of a lap, bunched into a tight pack again.=
Say what he might about Rex's choice in fashion, the man seemed =
to know something about the 'racin' business. The little boos=
ts and freezes had proven to balance out the race brilliantly while the tra=
ck itself had been a thing of beauty. Teller intended to grab a scan =
of the track from the Argo before they left - this could be a big hit in th=
e holodecks on the Thor.

The occasiona=
l collisions had abated as all the racers got more confident in their pilot=
ing and now, with the last few turns ahead, everyone had their game faces o=
n. Geoff was focused. He was ready. He could see the trac=
k ahead in his mind as he shifted his weight, preparing to lean into the tu=
rn.

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Oi Geoffrey.=C2=
=A0 Did I tell you that Mistress IA was looking for you on subspace channel=
s? Said something about paternity or something. =3D/\=3D
r>
Geoff had been so focused on the race that the comment took hi=
m completely off guard. For two precious seconds, his attention waver=
ed.

Teller: =3D/\=3D What?! =3D/\=3D div>

The nose of Geoff's bike began to drift inward.=
It was only a few degrees, but at the speeds they were traveling, an=
d with Wil's uniquely kinetic style of flying, it was enough. Kel=
rod didn't have time to notice either as he was busy getting in on the =
fun.

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D A wedding and fa=
therhood! How will you call him or her? =3D/\=3D :: Kelrod would have burst=
ed into laughter if he hasn't been driving at quite a speed in such a t=
errain.

Within an instant, multiple collisions sen=
t Wil, Geoff and Kelrod spinning wildly out of control. Even the rela=
tively hands off safety features on the bikes felt that things had gone a s=
tep too far, and emergency thrusters began firing, keeping the collision fr=
om being anything but a dizzying nuisance. Which Wil had definitely c=
aused. Just ahead of the pile up, Jansen sailed on without obstructio=
n and crossed the finish line to a huge burst of holo-fireworks, and grands=
tands of people cheering blared over their comms.
>
By the time the bike came to a wobbling halt, Geoff was laughin=
g so hard little droplets of tears were floating freely inside his helmet.=

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D ::Sheepishly:: I uh =
- ::gesturing towards the finish line:: - missed. =3D/\=3D

div>
Teller: ::laughing:: =3D/\=3D You managed to hit two walls, the gr=
ound, and two other bikes. I don't think you missed anything! =3D=
/\=3D

Kelrod: =3D/\=3D Seems that you won't ha=
ve to keep that Chech'tluth warm for me after all =3D/\=3D
r>
Ukinix: =3D/\=3D By the way, while Jayla is puckering up to sn=
og Jansen before she gets her brain melted by Raissa, I should point out th=
at last across the line has to kiss *me*. =3D/\=3D

>Geoff and Kelrod shared a look of shock before simultaneously thrashing th=
eir bikes back to life, launching away towards the finish line with renewed=
purpose. They remained within centimetres of one another to the very=
end, where a holo-finish was snapped and evaluated. It took a comput=
er calibrated micrometer to get their result, but Kelrod had won by a nose.=
Geoff affectionately patted the controls of the Sag as they slowed b=
ack into the pit lane. It was a hilariously fun little thing, and rid=
ing one hadn't made him want it any less. He began seriously cons=
idering the size of the cargo bay in the Argo's rear hold when an incre=
dible idea struck him.

Teller: o=
O Yep, this is a good decision. I'll never live to regret this. O=
o

Ukinix: =3D/\=3D Commander Kelrod, I reckon it&#=
39;s Chech'tluth time. =3D/\=3D

Kelrod: =3D/\=
=3D I take your word for it! =3D/\=3D

Geoff dismou=
nted the bike and began jogging towards the airlock with the rest of the gr=
oup. Hearty back slaps were offered to the champion, Jansen, as they =
cycled through. As Geoff got his helmet off, he turned to Wil with a =
smirk and battled his eye lashes.

Teller: =
=3D/\=3D So where's that kiss, Mister? =3D/\=3D
<=
br>
(Minutes Later - Orientation Room & Bar)
>
It had taken them a few minutes to trade their racing suits=
for party attire and a few minutes longer to make their way back to the ba=
r, but by the time they had clips of their race were playing above their he=
ads and the party was in full swing. Jansen graciously received hoote=
d cheers and applause from 'his adoring fans,' while rounds of drin=
ks and finger foods began to make their way around the room. With the=
buzz of the race behind him, he found himself famished and parched. =
Two things he'd need to resolve immediately.

=
Kelrod: You know, adrenaline pumping in a friendly environment, =E2=80=
=A6 what we need now is something to celebrate Jansen's good luck. >

Teller: Hell of a racer you are, Jansen. :=
:Teller raised his glass:: Here's to you and Raissa.<=
/div>

Geoff managed to work that in around mouthfuls of =
something that was both deep fried and possibly chocolate. Or bacon.=
Or all three.

Orrey/Ukinix: Res=
ponse

Kelrod: :: sitting next to doctor Mackenzie =
:: So, how was your talk time?

Mackenzie/Ari=
adust/Petras/Vanlith: Response

Kelrod: We certainl=
y did. :: smiling at the others :: We haven't had much time ask you... =
How are you doing on the... Thor?

Mackenzie:=
Response

Teller: ::Geoff leaned back,=
slowly unwinding:: We're muddling through. Good ship and a=
fine crew. Warp core is a real thing of beauty. Speaking of...=
::Geoff turned his attention first towards Charlena:: Ikara!
v>
Vanlith: Response

Teller:=
It's good to see you. ::Geoff smiled:: You keeping W=
il in line?

Vanlith/Petras: Response div>

Teller: Well I know you're not done tortu=
ring him, Jayla. You ever pull those 'code upgrades' out of h=
is replicator?

Petras: Response<=
/div>

Geoff leaned back in his chair, possibly a bit too=
far.

Teller: Of course I knew about i=
t. ::Geoff flashed a somewhat goofy grin:: I was the Chief.=C2=
=A0 ::And promptly toppled backwards out of his chair.::

v>
Any: Response

((OOC: =
Happy to backsim here, but I believe Wil intends to move us forward, so I&#=
39;m going to tag a little coda scene on here to close things out.))
iv>

((Hours Later, Launch Bay))
=

With the Bachus Marsh lifting smoothly out of the bay, Telle=
r had one thing to do before launching the Argo in pursuit as they headed o=
ff to, of all places, Risa. Geoff winced slightly - he knew of the pl=
anets reputation for extreme hospitality, but the part of its reputation th=
at stuck out more prominently to Geoff was the tropical climate. Geof=
f hated the beach. He'd once heard about a Starfleet officer who&=
#39;d gotten so bent out of shape on a vacation to Risa that he messed with=
the planets weather control network and set it to rain. Geoff felt l=
ike he understood that guy.

Waiting ne=
ar the Argo's rear hatch, Rex himself stood majestically. The man=
had quite a presence, even here.

Tell=
er: Thanks for meeting me, Rex. I wanted to talk to you about b=
uying a pair of those speeders of yours. I can think of a few ways my=
crew could have a bit of fun with them. What do you think?=C2=
=A0

Rex: Response

T=
eller: Well, I wasn't so much thinking of currency - more of a tr=
ade. You're clearly a man, like myself, who can appreciate a high=
speed piece of machinery. Tell me - ever seen one of these?=C2=
=A0

Geoff smacked the rear hatch release, slowly l=
owering the ramp. Inside, the damaged but serviceable Argo buggy sat,=
tall on its all terrain tires. Geoff smiled as Rex let out a low whi=
stle.

Teller: Regulations say I =
have to declare this vehicle a loss due to damage suffered last mission.=C2=
=A0 Already been stripped of it's weapons and most of the armor. =
Doesn't matter that an inexpensive, type 7 phase coupler and a few new =
tires would make it drivable...we have safety standards to maintain in Star=
fleet. ::Geoff winked and smiled:: But an enterprising fellow like yourself=
...

Rex: Response

T=
eller: I hoped you'd see it that way. Oh and Rex, one more =
small thing?

Rex: Response

iv>
Teller: ::Geoff's grin became goofy and child like.::=C2=
=A0 I want the red one.

[Tags/End f=
or Teller - See ya on Risa!]

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Lieutenant Commander Geoffrey Teller
Visitin=
9; Party Goer
V239509GT0





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