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Oh please. Don't go throwing accusations around. Especially when they're not reasonable.

Not the time, Nick. I said I need a beer, not twenty.

I could use a hand, Stitch. Seriously, somebody find out about the replicators and beer. At the very least, we'll be screwed without food and water.

Um, look. I know that I'm just a lowly transporter tech, but doesn't anyone else see a problem here? Our Captain is dead. We're stranded on a planet with homocidal founders. We're low on food. And no way to call for help. And YOU guys are lobbing accusations at each other? What are we supposed to do now? Start lynching each other?

I'm assuming he's just stressed. Fact remains, we need to get that message to the fleet.

*grabs Rochey's shoulders*

I'm going. Anyone want to help; grab his legs.

:: Goes over to the body ::
Sure, ::grabs legs and lifts:: That reeks!

Honestly Mark, lynching would be useless. The Founders could just slide out of it... and we don't have any rope.

:: walks with Tsu and Nick ::
Well, I'm useless as an engineer, so I'll help you guys. Its probably safer this way, too.

Good. There are a lot of loose rocks near that escarpment to the north; we can use those to cover him after we dig a small trench...

Excuse me, some dirt seems to have flown into my eye.

*wipes eyes*

Let's get going. Can somebody get to work on the damn transmitter?

Um.....don't we have any engineers? Like I said, my specialty is a transporter system. Not a HUGE similarity in the systems.

I'm sure you'll do fine... better you than me.
:: muttering under breath ::
I can barely tell the difference between a transmitter and a toaster.

If you know transporters, Mark, replicators shouldn't be too much trouble for you. I change my mind, by the way. I'd like a tall, ice-cold orange juice and vodka - it should be under Drinks - Screwdriver in the database. I'll get to work on the transmitter myself when we get back.

*shoulders Rochey's body*

Grrrrr...

Nick, Stitch, go gather some rocks please. I'll pick a spot.

Good, I can lift rocks.
:: begins collecting large rocks and follows Tsu to the burial spot ::

*staggers along*

Thanks, my man.

I think that spot near the uh... "shrub" should be good.

Sure, I can most likely jurry rig a replicator. At least that will solve our food and water problems. But what do we do then?

Easy, try to fix the transmitter as well as find the Founders.
:: pauses while moving rocks ::
Ok, not as easy as it sounds.

I'll say. Moving Uncle Hoss's old donkey was likely easier than this'll be. And less dangerous.