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'''JP by SIMed by Lt. Jg. James Levin and Lt. Toni Turner (as Lt. Jg. Chris Tribuzio)''' | '''JP by SIMed by Lt. Jg. James Levin and Lt. Toni Turner (as Lt. Jg. Chris Tribuzio)''' | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>Now, all of the sudden, Levin was going back on his decision to be honest and make no promises. He saw the look on Tribuzio’s face of someone with a family and ones he loved – and who was afraid of losing them. He recognized the look and feeling and, to an extent, knew what it was like.:: | <nowiki>::</nowiki>Now, all of the sudden, Levin was going back on his decision to be honest and make no promises. He saw the look on Tribuzio’s face of someone with a family and ones he loved – and who was afraid of losing them. He recognized the look and feeling and, to an extent, knew what it was like.:: | ||
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== SIM Synopsis Part II== | == SIM Synopsis Part II== | ||
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'''JP by SIMed by Lt. Jg. James Levin and Lt. Toni Turner (as Lt. Jg. Chris Tribuzio)''' | '''JP by SIMed by Lt. Jg. James Levin and Lt. Toni Turner (as Lt. Jg. Chris Tribuzio)''' | ||
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<nowiki>::</nowiki>Levin sat quietly beside Tribuzio, waiting a while to speak again. He tried to be considerate and cautious, but felt like all that happened was that he spoke slower.:: | |||
'''Levin''': What happened when you all were transported to 1943? | |||
:: | <nowiki>::</nowiki>Tribuzio stood, walked over to the wet bar again, poured a drink, then sat back down, thinking as he twirled the liquid in the glass, trying to find a place to start.:: | ||
'''Tribuzio''': James, I’ll try to give you the details, but it you have a question about anything I tell you, or if it seems somehow incomplete, I’ll expand as best I can. | |||
'''Levin''': That’s fine – just tell me what you can. | |||
'''Tribuzio''': ::sips his drink:: Before the mist came, J.T. must had sensed something was wrong and told us to get out of there, and Ashlyn lit out like a bat out of hell. When we arrived, we were still in the same area, except for Ashlyn. Doctor Turner saw her being arrested, but we couldn't get her until later. We were in the wrong uniforms, and needed to get out of sight quickly. | |||
'''Levin''': What do you mean, ‘wrong uniforms’? | |||
'''Tribuzio''': They were American uniforms for wartime 1943, but not quite right for the Navel base. We thought maybe Jovan had made a slight error in his research. | |||
Levin: | '''Levin''': ::mostly to himself:: Which wouldn’t be the only one we’ve found so far… ::To Tribuzio:: What else was different? Oh, that’s a stupid question, but why not. | ||
'''Tribuzio''': The ships docked at the base had increased in number. Everything from vintage battleships to Merchant Marine ships, and we could tell that the U.S.S. Eldridge was a virtually new ship. SPs were patrolling the base often, so we hid out in a warehouse until we could get the proper uniforms and ID’s. ::laughs slightly::Your buddy Buzz surprised the hell out of me. He helped J.T. make short work of getting them. | |||
'''Levin''': Well, he is a conniving little – ::Levin stopped himself; it wasn’t really the time for it.:: So then what? | |||
'''Tribuzio''': The warehouse was off Front Street, and only used for storage... bunks, desks, and things for a barracks mostly. We used it as a base, until we boarded the Eldridge. | |||
Levin: | '''Levin''': But what about Ashlyn? | ||
'''Tribuzio''': We found her in the Brig at Intelligence headquarters. She was hurt, a head injury, and unconscious. Dr. Turner and I carried her onboard on a stretcher. She ended up losing 2 years of memory. | |||
<nowiki>::</nowiki>Levin now felt that he had an idea of what had happened to the crew, and where they’d been, but he still had no clue what Tribuzio was doing sitting next to him in the Challenger, in the right year.:: | |||
'''Levin''': But if you all were stuck in 1943 with 1943 materials – how’d you get back? | |||
'''Tribuzio''': Captain T’Pen felt our best chance to return to this time line was to get aboard the Eldridge, and help Dr. Reinhart with the Philadelphia Experiment. I suppose we were successful in part, or I wouldn’t be sitting here, but I am wondering how many didn’t make it, and where they are now. | |||
Levin: | '''Levin''': ::with no clue what Chris was talking about:: The Philadelphia Experiment? | ||
'''Tribuzio''': Briefly, the experiment was in cloaking. Reinhart tried a military application of Albert Einstein’s generalized theory of gravitation. They wanted to see if they could render a ship completely invisible to radar. The USS Eldridge, was fitted with the required generator equipment. | |||
Tribuzio: | '''Tribuzio''': ::finishes off his drink, then gets up to get another, opting to bring back the entire bottle:: What another? | ||
'''Levin''': No, thanks. I’m fine. | |||
'''Tribuzio''': If there si a possiblity they are still alive, then I want to go back to Philadelphia. | |||
'''Levin''': ::Feeling that he might understand why, from an emotional perspective, but not certain of the practicality of it.:: Why? | |||
Tribuzio: | '''Tribuzio''': Because if they have any chance at all in getting back to this time line, then they’ll try again in a month when Reinhart will try his experiment again. | ||
'''Levin''': That’s a long time. ::Levin realized he probably could have said something more assuring, but that was all that came to mind. He stared down at the floor again, unsure about what to do.:: | |||
'''Tribuzio''': Do you think we could do anything on this end to help them? | |||
'''Levin''': I don’t know, but there do seem to be strange happenings in Philadelphia these days… If you think we ought to head back there, we might as we'll head to Philadelphia. | |||
Tribuzio: I' | '''Tribuzio''': Sounds good to me. I'm going nuts here not doing anything to help. | ||
'''Levin''': And besides, you’ll get to meet the esteemed Lt. Cmdr. John O’Grady, who happens to be my acting boss and doesn’t seem to like me that much. I don’t know that he really has a sense of humor, which may have to do with the latter issue. | |||
'''Tribuzio''': I've lost my sense of humor too, so his not having one won't matter much to me. | |||
'''Levin''': Jovan’s cover-up didn’t work out quite as well as he intended, so they’re redoing analyses down there now, to see if anything new shows up. | |||
Tribuzio: I hope we can find that SOB. If we do, he's mine. | '''Tribuzio''': I hope we can find that SOB. If we do, he's mine. | ||
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Mission in Progress - TO BE CONTINUED | Mission in Progress - TO BE CONTINUED | ||
[[Category:USS Challenger|Mission Archive]] | [[Category:USS Challenger|Mission Archive]] | ||