You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Captain Sullivan: Greetings, Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: Evening!
Captain Sullivan: Let's see... Drake and that blasted doctor both called off tonight.
KehjetRaidan has entered the room.
Doctor Caine: to which blasted doctor do you refer?
Captain Sullivan: THe one that is stalking me. :D
VAdm Sankoh: That leaves four people without an excuse.
MajorAZinthys: ::Curls up in a corner::
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
VAdm Sankoh: Three. :-)_
Captain Sullivan: TV sucks on a Tuesday night
Lt TKirr: :-[
MajorAZinthys: ::Perks up::
Lt TKirr: Not Smallville =D
MajorAZinthys: Buffy and Smallville.
VAdm Sankoh: Anyway, let's get this show on the road.
MajorAZinthys: ::Curls back up::
Captain Sullivan: :::finds her spooky whistle:::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEET! :::bats fly from the end of it::::
MajorAZinthys: ::Uncoils himself very cat-like, yawns, and stands at attention::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
KehjetRaidan: ::@a::
Doctor Caine: aa
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, tonight we are preparing to depart on a mission to liberate some dilithium from a refinery that lies in what was formerly the Neutral Zone.
VAdm Sankoh: Needless to say, this dilithium is quite important to the Federation at this point for our reconstruction efforts.
VAdm Sankoh: Questions?
Captain Sullivan: :::raises hand:::
VAdm Sankoh: Captain Sullivan?
Lt TKirr: Yah... the dilithium's not ours, right? :-P
Captain Sullivan: Is it Novemeber yet?
VAdm Sankoh: Ownership is such a loose term, T'Kirr.
VAdm Sankoh: No, it's not November. :-)
Lt TKirr: Bah.... so illogical
Captain Sullivan: Damn
Captain Sullivan: :::sighs:::
VAdm Sankoh: It's not the Romulans' either, since they took the neutral zone in violation of treaty.
MajorAZinthys: ::looks at Suli weird::
Lt TKirr: ::adjusts her latex ears::
KehjetRaidan: Possession IS 9/10ths of the law.
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: I understand.
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters something about Halloween, costumes, and people who have no imagination:::
VAdm Sankoh: Any other questions?
Captain Sullivan: :::and people who wait until the last minute and then want to be picky:::
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIUM
MajorAZinthys: <<::siums::>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<::Cattleprods Zinthys for pointing out his typos::>>
KehjetRaidan: <<::giggles::>>
Lt TKirr: <<::finds the cattleprod fascinating::>>
KehjetRaidan: <<I always liked siuming better than simming anyway.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<::Points to the cattleprod shield given to him by another certain admiral::>>
Lt TKirr: <<::wonders who's going to start with the 'real' sim::>>
Captain Sullivan: :::exits her ready room into operations with a cool, untouchable expression on her features:::
Doctor Caine: << She looks like Elliot Ness??? >>
VAdm Sankoh: ::exits his office and heads for the hangar bay to oversee loading of fighters on the Atlantis::
Lt TKirr: <<Question... where is CSci's main post? Operations or a lab?>>
KehjetRaidan: <<Call her Nessie.>>
Captain Sullivan: <<:::whaps::::>>
Captain Sullivan: <<:::whaps again::::>>
Doctor Caine: << Would that be...never mind... ; ) >>
Ensign FJ: ::is in engineering going over the systems::
MajorAZinthys: ::puts on a pair of shin-boots, completing his dressing in preperation of going on the Atlantis::
Doctor Caine: ::: enters Sickbay on Atlantis to ensure its readiness :::
Captain Sullivan: :::transfers control of the base operations to the beta shift that will taking care of the hulking mass that floats in space while she is galavanting around:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Heads for the ship::
KehjetRaidan: ::heading for the hangar::
Captain Sullivan: ::::leaves orders with Solitaire and crosses to the TL... steps in and commands it to take her to the Atlantis's docking area::::
Lt TKirr: ::on a break sitting on her bed in her dark quarters, reasoning out her next mission::
VAdm Sankoh: ::personally transports his Tomcat IV to the Atlantis's hangar bay::
Ensign FJ: ::checks over all of Atlantis' engineering systems before making final prep. for boarding::
Lt TKirr: ::takes a deep breath, telling herself she's taking the logical course of action::
Ensign FJ: ::walks out of engineering and down a corridor... making a few precise turns, heading toward the Atlantis::
Captain Sullivan: ::::exits the TL and walks to the entrance, checking in with the security contingent who stands guard::::
MajorAZinthys: ::gets to the docking collar::
Captain Sullivan: :::almost skips as she steps aboard and smiles broadly::::
Ensign FJ: ::walks in about the same time as Cpt Sullivan::
KehjetRaidan: <<Sorry guys, really distracted. Will start actually simming shortly. ;-) >>
Ensign FJ: ::is stopped and searched by security::
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands and looks down the corridor at the entrance to the ship::
Lt TKirr: ::stands and takes a final look about her quarters, then exits to head for the Atlantis::
VAdm Sankoh: ::steps out of his fighter and walks to the bridge, then sits in the center seat::
Captain Sullivan: :::takes a deep breath as she touches a wall with the familiar touch one normally reserves for a lover::: Hello, old girl.... I'm home.
Ensign FJ: ::search turns up nothing... and moves aboard the Atlantis::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks up to the security personnel and nods::
VAdm Sankoh: <<Remember, you can love the Atlantis, but you can't love the Atlantis!>>
Lt TKirr: <<Sulli and the wall need a room>>
MajorAZinthys: Security guards> ::nods back::
Captain Sullivan: <<Can I have a moment of privacy here?>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<The wall's in a room!>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the ship and boards it::
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
Doctor Caine: <<< I thought that's what the Jeffries tu -- never mind... >>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Oops... he must have stepped out the airlock.>>
Lt TKirr: ::approaches Zinthys from behind and enters after him:: Major.
VAdm Sankoh: <<apparently zinthys is okay with his girlfriend being wall-sexual>>
Ensign FJ: ::walks through Atlantis and finds Engineering... and begins getting systems ready::
KehjetRaidan: ::enters hangar in her black leather catsuit::::very spiffy::
Captain Sullivan: <<Watch your step, Kirr.>>
Captain Sullivan: :::enters the nearest TL and heads for the bridge:::
KehjetRaidan: <<saying she can't be wall-sexual is prejudiced! We have to keep an open mind! She just has a wall fetish!>>
Ensign FJ: ::pulls out pre-flight check list and starts going over it...:: hull, Warp Core, Captain,..... looks like we got it all
Captain Sullivan: :::murmurs in her private moment::: I was only kidding when I called you an old scow.
Lt TKirr: <<::is glad no cadets are watching the 'serious' sim::>>
KehjetRaidan: ::begins checking over her Tomcat to make sure everything is in order, which, of course, it isn't::
MajorAZinthys has entered the room.
MajorAZinthys: <<::mutters loudly::>>
Lt TKirr: ::once aboard Atlantis, passes Zinthys and takes the familiar route to the main lab::
Captain Sullivan: :::enters the bridge and her easy smile turns to a scowl as she sees the Admiral already in position:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Enters the TL:: Deck 1.
VAdm Sankoh: ::stands as Sullivan enters:: Captain. ::nods::
KehjetRaidan: ::rips off a few panels and beings installing Spiffy Spy Gadgetry::::refers constantly to the instruction booklet:::
MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the bridge::
MajorAZinthys: ::Silently assumes his station standing behind the tactical console::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: Admiral.
Lt TKirr: ::exits TL on Deck 6 and enters the lab::
Doctor Caine: ::: decides that Sickbay is ready, and begins checking the EMH software ::::
KehjetRaidan: ::a drop of oil smudges her boot:: Aw. Damn. ::wipes it off::
VAdm Sankoh: Please call a pre-mission briefing as soon as we clear dock.
VAdm Sankoh: Major, ensure that all Atlantis personnel are aboard and then seal the ship.
MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir.
Lt TKirr: ::glances about, finding the lab exactly how she left it--in perfect order::
Ensign FJ: ::walks around engineering looking over the systems nervously.... looking for any last minute corrects to be made::
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps about, waiting for stragglers::
Captain Sullivan: *Kirr* Sullivan to TKirr.
Lt TKirr: +Sullivan+ Go ahead.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: All personnel are aboard, Admiral.
MajorAZinthys: Sealing the ship... ::presses the appropriate buttons to do so::
Captain Sullivan: *Kirr* Lieutenant... I will require you on the bridge for this mission... tapping my commbadge all the time is not efficient.
Lt TKirr: ::straightens an already-straight stack of bio containers::
MajorAZinthys: We're ready to disembark, sir.
Lt TKirr: +Sullivan+ Understood, on my way.
VAdm Sankoh: As soon as we have clearance, clear all moorings.
VAdm Sankoh: Transfer ship to internal power.
Lt TKirr: ::exits lab and heads efficiently for the Bridge::
MajorAZinthys: ::Requests clearance from Alexandria::
MajorAZinthys: ::Quickly gets clearance by virtue of this being the Admiral's boat::
Captain Sullivan: *Caine, Kirr, Raidan, FJ* This is the Captain. Please report to conference room 1 for a pre-mission briefing as the Atlantis clears space dock.
KehjetRaidan: ::closes up panels and hops in the Tomcat::::begins preflight...stuff:: <<Tired.>>
Lt TKirr: ::riding TL upwards... sideways, then upwards...::
VAdm Sankoh: ::loves launching starships::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks over::: You too, Major.
MajorAZinthys: We have a green light.
MajorAZinthys: ::Nods to suli::
KehjetRaidan: <<WAH! ::points at Sankoh:: He said I didn't have to come to the briefing!>>
Ensign FJ: ::leaves engineering, runs down a corridor... then into a TL.:: Bridge please
Lt TKirr: Computer, halt.
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: Moorings gone.
Lt TKirr: Deck 4.
VAdm Sankoh: One quarter impulse to spacedoors.
MajorAZinthys: We are under our own power.
KehjetRaidan: ::pouts and gets back OUT of Tomcat:: Fucking higher-ups.
Doctor Caine: ::: leaves Sickbay for the conference room ::::
Captain Sullivan: <<Dammit! Are you going to make me scroll up? Fine..... erase your name from the line up. :D>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Grins:: Yessir
VAdm Sankoh: ::blatantly breaking the "Thrusters Only in Spacedock" rule::
KehjetRaidan: Don't they know I have a fucking job to do?
KehjetRaidan: <<Oh, no you don't. I'm coming now!>>
KehjetRaidan: << ;-) >>
Imago Chase has entered the room.
KehjetRaidan: ::to the conference room::
MajorAZinthys: ::Atlantis moves at 1/4 impulse::
Captain Sullivan: *Raidan* Belay that order... remain at your post.
MajorAZinthys: <<Rather personal information, Raidan>>
Lt TKirr: ::stops TL and exits, finding her way to the Conference room::
Captain Sullivan: :::chuckles to herself:::
KehjetRaidan: ARGH! Fucking fuckheads!
Captain Sullivan: :::looks rather smug::::
VAdm Sankoh: <<Yes, cadets! We're the serious sim!>
Doctor Caine: ::: enters the conference room :::
MajorAZinthys: <<::blinks::>>
Imago Chase: ::steps out of a shadow in front of Kehjet:: Special agent?
Captain Sullivan: <<That's some serious swearing... does that count?>>
Ensign FJ: ::walks off the TL and into CR1::
KehjetRaidan: Chase!
KehjetRaidan: Damn, girl, don't you look good.
Imago Chase: I better.
MajorAZinthys: We've cleared the station, sir.
KehjetRaidan: Back in the habit of sneaking on starships without orders, I see.
Imago Chase: Two hundred bars of latinum later...
VAdm Sankoh: Warp four until the Romulan border.
Imago Chase: I have orders. You don't see everything.
KehjetRaidan: Two hundred's a bargin, babe.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at his console and taps:: Alexandria sends its dismay.
Doctor Caine: ::: sits at the table ::::
VAdm Sankoh: Noted and ignored.
Lt TKirr: ::enters Conference room and takes a seat::
MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir. Warp four.
Imago Chase: You ain't seen half of it yet.
Ensign FJ: ::finds a chair near the end of the table::
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps and the stars all go streaky::
KehjetRaidan: Alright, alright, I'm diggin' it.
Ensign FJ: ::sits::
KehjetRaidan: You assigned to be my little helper or what?
Imago Chase: I should report to the brass, but I can't think of anything more boring.
Imago Chase: My, my, don't we have an ego.
Captain Sullivan: :::trails her hand along the back of her chair with a lingering touch::::
KehjetRaidan: They're fuckheads anyway. I wouldn't bother.
Imago Chase: I can lend a hand when you need it... where you need it.
KehjetRaidan: 'Cept for Ahmad. But you know that story.
Imago Chase: ::pats her on the ass::
KehjetRaidan: ::winks:: Oh, baby.
Imago Chase: Ahmad? Seems like a fuckhead to me.
KehjetRaidan: He's got it where it counts. ::leers suggestively::
VAdm Sankoh: We will adjourn to the conference room.
Lt TKirr: ::nods to FJ::
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Aye, sir
Imago Chase: Isn't he the one that added the 'tear' to technicolor teardrop?
Ensign FJ: ::nods:: Good day
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks into the CR and takes a random seat::
Captain Sullivan: :::head snaps towards the Admiral as he speaks and her braid wraps around her neck in a serpentine fashion::::
Lt TKirr: ::glances at Zinthys as he sits::
KehjetRaidan: Heh. If my sources are correct. And considering I fucked Kennedy Rhune too, I'd say they're pretty DAMN correct.
Imago Chase: Oh, baby. Aren't you the lucky one.
Captain Sullivan: :::waits for the Admiral to exit:::
VAdm Sankoh: ::enters the CR, walks to the front and activates the tactical briefing array::
Imago Chase: Little bony for me, though, I have to say. And I like 'em without the 'dead civilization' fixation.
Imago Chase: Who the hell wants to hear about archaeological bullshit when your pants are unzipped, know what I'm sayin'?
KehjetRaidan: Yeah, but some of those dead civilizations had some DAMN good ideas for the bedroom.
Lt TKirr: ::pays complete attention to the Admiral::
KehjetRaidan: Well, and out of the bedroom. And everywhere BUT the bedroom. Which is half of hte fun.
Captain Sullivan: :::leaves the bridge in the capable hands of Lieutenant Mayhem and enters the CR::::
Imago Chase: Who invented the bedroom anyway? Those goddamn Victorians?
Lt TKirr: <<Don't crash us, Mayhem!>>
Imago Chase: "Clitorodectomy and other good ideas" brought to you by the 1890s.
Imago Chase: ::leans against a wall::
VAdm Sankoh: Mayhem> ::drops his coke-bottle glasses, feels around for them::
Chr Nathan Weiss has entered the room.
KehjetRaidan: Fucking assboats. All of them.
KehjetRaidan: Thank god THAT era ended.
Imago Chase: And welcome to the Romulan Rain.
Imago Chase: Shit, I hear errain t'descai is active around here.
Imago Chase: I want ot make a pendant from her blood-filled heart.
VAdm Sankoh: I believe we are all here.
Captain Sullivan: <<:::roars:::>>
KehjetRaidan: Know how much she drinks? Her heart has GOT to be ten times normal size. That is just way too big for a decent pendant.
Imago Chase: ::faking a really bad Spanish accent:: She killed my father.
Imago Chase: Actually it was a big Nausican fuckhead, but don't tell anyone.
Imago Chase: If you don't got a beef with te Romulans, you don't get ot be an SA, and then who would have paid for all my cool shit? *twirls, showing off the technical accoutrements appended to her physique*
VAdm Sankoh: ::points to the facility on the briefing array;:
Lt TKirr: ::sits straight in her chair, watching::
KehjetRaidan: Very, very nice.
Captain Sullivan: :::stands inside the door incase the bridge needs her, watching and listening intently:::
VAdm Sankoh: First, the fighters will fly in and disable the initial anti-aircraft defenses with pulse-bombs.
Imago Chase: Did you bring your reign of terror on four legs?
KehjetRaidan: See, I only got the bio-enhancements. Cyborg looks good on you. Can you like see through walls and shit?
VAdm Sankoh: After that wave, the Marines will drop here.
Imago Chase: Maybe.
KehjetRaidan: Wouldn't leave home without him.
VAdm Sankoh: ::points:
KehjetRaidan: Except to chase him.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
Ensign FJ: ::perks up at the mention of fighters::
Imago Chase: I knew a girl with an Ullian Tigrander once...
Imago Chase: Made Goo look tame.
KehjetRaidan: ::snorts:: Liar. Nothing makes Goo look tame.
VAdm Sankoh: Major, your troops are to tag every bit of dilithium they see for transport. This is necessary because of the anti-theft security field in place that cloaks dilithium from orbital scans.
Lt TKirr: ::looks down at the PADD she brought, studying her brand-new fighter::
KehjetRaidan: No Ullian Tigrander I ever heard of attached nylons to the ceiling and swung around on them.
Imago Chase: Yeah? The tigranders are cold blooded. If he sits in front of like an air vent the computer sensors can't even SEE him anymore.
Imago Chase: Did you give Goo thumbs?
Imago Chase: Never have a pet with thumbs. It's a Rule.
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps onto a PADD:: Aye, sir.
KehjetRaidan: Goo has claws. He needs no thumbs.
VAdm Sankoh: The Atlantis will activate transport after each tag is in place.
Imago Chase: Speaking of things the sensors can't see... try to find me. ::grins::
VAdm Sankoh: The fighters will continue to fly support patterns while the Marines do their job.
VAdm Sankoh: After no more dilithium can be found or thirty minutes, whichever comes first, the Marines will withdraw with fighter escort.
Ensign FJ: ::hopes all those hours of flight training and preparation do there job::
MajorAZinthys: ::makes more notes::
Captain Sullivan: :::her eyes travel over the crew, looking each one over in turn:::
KehjetRaidan: ::grins:: Oh, I know just how to find you. One Risan bellydance and you're ALL mine.
VAdm Sankoh: Then a quantum torpedo will finish the job from orbit.
Imago Chase: You learned how to Risan Bellydance?
VAdm Sankoh: Atlantis will stand by during the whole mission in case there is response from any heavy artillery.
KehjetRaidan: And speaking of all mine, I'm supposed to be flying out to make soem Romulans my bitches.
Doctor Caine: ::: nods as Sullivan's gaze passes over him ::::
Imago Chase: I knew a Risan girl once... redhead.
VAdm Sankoh: Sickbay, of course, will stand by to receive the wounded.
KehjetRaidan: Ooo. ::shudders::
Captain Sullivan: :::quirks a brow and nods to Caine:::
VAdm Sankoh: Facility personnel are considered... ::sighs:: Expendable.
Imago Chase: Robbed me blind. Some kind of friggin' telepath.
Imago Chase: Want a copilot?
Imago Chase: I can hack their ocmputers while 'm along for the ride.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Green-bloods are expendable.
KehjetRaidan: Could be very useful indeed. The double threat back in action.
Chr Nathan Weiss has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::eyes Zinthys in distaste::
VAdm Sankoh: Soldiers, of course, are shoot-to-kill.
KehjetRaidan: Hop in. I'm driving.
Imago Chase: Yeah. Poor Ziya.
VAdm Sankoh: Questions?
Ensign FJ: ::looks up at Tkirr::
Imago Chase: Fine with me.
Imago Chase: ::hops in::
KehjetRaidan: I'm a GOOD flier, by the way. Regardless of what you've heard.
Lt TKirr: ::remains silent, a lingering eyes on the Major::
Doctor Caine: ::: frowns at Zinthys' comment :::
KehjetRaidan: ::hops in::::begins preflight shit AGAIN::
Lt TKirr: *eye
Imago Chase: If I decide you're not, I'll just convince the ship's computer to listen to me.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks around the table::
Captain Sullivan: :::eyebrows at the thought that some Romulan Enarrain would consider her facility personnel expendable::::
KehjetRaidan: Heh. I believe you could.
Imago Chase: ::braces her wrist where the interface devices gleam black on her skin::
MajorAZinthys: ::notes the stares directed at him::
MajorAZinthys: ::makes more notes::
Imago Chase: Hey, my twin's coming onboard sometime soon.
Ensign FJ: ::keeps eye on engineering systems by the interface PADD::
VAdm Sankoh: Then I suppose we are ready.
Imago Chase: Did you meet him?
KehjetRaidan: I don't know. Probably screwed him, though.
Imago Chase: I doubt it.
KehjetRaidan: +Admiral Sankoh+ The raven is flying the coop. Just thought you'd like to know. Raidan out.
Imago Chase: He's not the kiss and tell type, really.
KehjetRaidan: Wow, someone I haven't screwed? I'm slipping.
Imago Chase: More the punch-em-in-the-mouth-then-fix-their-computer type.
Captain Sullivan: :::stares at Zinthys a moment and then shakes her head as a creepy feeling skitters through her stomach:::
VAdm Sankoh: +Raidan+Acknowledged.
KehjetRaidan: ::snorts:: I dated that once. He tried to punch me.
Imago Chase: But your computer must have worked nice afterward.
KehjetRaidan: They still haven't found his body.
KehjetRaidan: Yeah, actually, it did.
VAdm Sankoh: Then the meeting is adjourned. We should arrive in two hours.
KehjetRaidan: ::the hangar doors open::
MajorAZinthys: ::Stands::
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters::: Who keeps raven's in a coop? Ravens live in a rookery.
MajorAZinthys: ::Briskly walks out to the TL::
Imago Chase: Heh. Full of fuckin' phallic symbols. Starfleet designers... I'm tellin' ya.
Ensign FJ: ::stands up::
Lt TKirr: ::stands and moves for the exit, keeping to herself, feeling apprehensive about her first fighter mission::
Ensign FJ: ::walks out the door, bumping into Tkirr::
KehjetRaidan: ::Tomcat lifts off of the ground and pulls out of the hangar like a...nevermind::::fucking phallic symbols::
Ensign FJ: I'm sorry...
Lt TKirr: ::stops, looking at FJ::
Lt TKirr: Quite all right, Ensign.
MajorAZinthys: Deck 7.
Ensign FJ: ::points ahead for her to ewxit::
Doctor Caine: TKirr, a moment if you please?
KehjetRaidan: I got a mini-cloak installed on this thing. Very, very sweet.
Lt TKirr: ::bows her head and exits::
Captain Sullivan: :::grimaces and exits to the bridge, her gloved hand fingering her ever present earring:::
Imago Chase: Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
Ensign FJ: ::follows::
Imago Chase: I remember first one of those I saw.
KehjetRaidan: ::engagaes cloaking device::
Imago Chase: Ripped it out of a Romulan bunker after killing the scum inside.
KehjetRaidan: Mmm. Even sweeter.
Imago Chase: Green blood. Tastes nice.
KehjetRaidan: I always preferred pink, what can I say?
Lt TKirr: ::enters TL:: Bridge.
Imago Chase: Were you the little girl who wore little pink lace dresses to grade 6?
Ensign FJ: ::walks toward TL::
VAdm Sankoh: ::deactivates the briefing array::
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +Marines+ All marines assemble in the main armory.
Lt TKirr: ::begins to study her PADD once again::
Doctor Caine: ::: makes some notes on his PADD as the others leave ::::
VAdm Sankoh: +SFAF+ All squadron personnel to launch bay one.
KehjetRaidan: No, but I did have a sequined pink gown.
Lt TKirr: Computer, halt.
Ensign FJ: ::steps into TL:: Launch bay one please
MajorAZinthys: ::Enters the armory::
Imago Chase: Lounge lizard?
VAdm Sankoh: ::pauses on the bridge::: The ship is yours, Captain.
KehjetRaidan: Put one of those on a 6 year old, and you can pick any man's pockets within a ten-mile radius.
Lt TKirr: Launch Bay One.
Doctor Caine: ::: leaves for Sickbay ::::
Lt TKirr: ::takes a deep breath::
Captain Sullivan: :::watches Zinthys and then the Admiral and the rest leave.... suddenly feeling like the sad girl left standing at the dance::::
KehjetRaidan: Digusting but useful.
MajorAZinthys: ::Quickly briefs the marines on their mission::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods::: Understood, Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: ::Exits to the TL:: Launch bay one.
KehjetRaidan: Okay. So. We're looking for some big-ass Romulan science installation just on their side of the zone formerly known as neutral.
Ensign FJ: ::walks out of TL, hangs a left...::
Captain Sullivan: :::crosses to the center seat and sits::: She's always been mine.... :::under her breath:::
Ensign FJ: ::walks into Launch bay on, and begins gearing up::
Imago Chase: Want me to start asking the subspace carriers who their daddy is?
KehjetRaidan: Or so my sources tell me.
MajorAZinthys: You have fifteen minutes 'til we go. So move!
Lt TKirr: ::enters LB1::
KehjetRaidan: If you would.
Captain Sullivan: :::strokes the arms of the chair::: Isn't that right, baby?
Ensign FJ: ::changes into flight suit::
Imago Chase: ::gestures to a glowing faint blue hook-up behind her ear::
KehjetRaidan: Oh, baby, you're gettin' my panties in a knot.
VAdm Sankoh: <<We wear flight suits for normal duty, FJ. :-) >>
Lt TKirr: ::glances at the PADD, then begins searching for the corresponding number on the lined-up fighters::
KehjetRaidan: That is some hot shit.
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles and crosses her legs in a fluid motion, ordering course, heading, and warp adjustments::::
VAdm Sankoh: <<I'll actually send pictures later this week.>>
Imago Chase: Oo, jackpot. There are three Romulan bad boys in the area. Two big bad boys, one little bad boy.
Ensign FJ: {{my bad... expected something bright orange, with tubes and stuff}}
Captain Sullivan: <<Of what?>>
Imago Chase: And all of them vul-ner-a-ble.
KehjetRaidan: Mm-mm-good.
MajorAZinthys: <<::coughalexandriaspecscough::>>
Lt TKirr: ::stops at a shiny new fighter and double-checks the ID::
VAdm Sankoh: <<The SFAF uniforms. They're cooler than the normal uniforms!>>
Imago Chase: <<Ew. Specs.>
VAdm Sankoh: ::enters the bay: Pilots to the briefing room!
MajorAZinthys: <<::Ducks::>>
Ensign FJ: ::makes sure the phaser is securly in its holster::
Captain Sullivan: <<:::coughwriteyourbiocough:::>>
KehjetRaidan: We talking ships or outposts?
Ensign FJ: {{excellent}}
Lt TKirr: <<Specs. Drool.::
KehjetRaidan: How mobile?
Lt TKirr: ::hurries at the call of Sankoh::
Imago Chase: Little bad boy is whizzing around.
Ensign FJ: ::heads to the briefing room::
KehjetRaidan: ::fingers a dagger under the console::
Imago Chase: Probably automated.
KehjetRaidan: Alright.
Imago Chase: Big bad boys are... lessee... one's hulking, but it might have propulsion capability.
Ensign FJ: ::also, pats sock to make sure that the other phaser is still there... just incase::
Imago Chase: <<Whose dagger? :-)>>
KehjetRaidan: <<::grins:: Wouldn't you like to know?>>
Doctor Caine: ::: secures Sickbay and leaves for a turbolift ::::
Doctor Caine: Bridge
VAdm Sankoh: ::looks to T'Kirr, FJ, and the other assembled pilots::
Lt TKirr: ::stands at attention::
VAdm Sankoh: At ease.
Imago Chase: Other one's probably cargo craft. Boring. Kinda monolithic. Might have a nice population though if you're looking to add a few more trophies to your collection.
Lt TKirr: ::eases::
Imago Chase: Personally, I want to go Gabra.
Ensign FJ: ::Stands at ease, bent over slightly::
KehjetRaidan: Gabra?
VAdm Sankoh: This is the first mission for our squadron, and I expect nothing less than perfect performance.
Captain Sullivan: <<afk... Little Captain's Room.>>
Imago Chase: Old Earth civ. African. Cattle raiders.
Lt TKirr: ::thinks to herself:: As do I.
KehjetRaidan: Interesting...keep talking.
VAdm Sankoh: You have all trained hard, and bad pilots don't get out of Top Gun School. So there are no excuses.
Imago Chase: You proved you were a man by killing some other man, then bringing his genitals home.
Ensign FJ: ::looks around the room trying to figure out who the weakest link of the squad is::
Imago Chase: <<That's true, btw, for anyone interested in Scary Customs.>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::reaches into his locker and takes out a packet::
VAdm Sankoh: ::hands it to T'Kirr:: Take one, pass it around.
Lt TKirr: ::takes one of whatever it is and passes the rest::
KehjetRaidan: ::laughs:: Tell me there wasn't some sick ritual with your wife and the other man's genitals.
Doctor Caine: << that's not a very 'esprit de corps' attitude, FJ ; ) >>
Ensign FJ: ::notices all seem to be great pilots.. hopes that doesnt make me the WL.. and decides not to sure like one::
VAdm Sankoh: ::takes his own and and places it on his arm, a patch denoting the 24th Fighter Squadron::
Imago Chase: Not that I know of.
Imago Chase: People are kinky everywhere though.
KehjetRaidan: Yeah. Maybe that's the origin of the dildo.
Imago Chase: Okay, got it. No propulsion systems on big daddy and he's big.
Doctor Caine: ::: arrives on the bridge :::
Lt TKirr: ::follows Sankoh's lead and places the patch on her own suited arm::
Imago Chase: I was just talking to his sub-computer or something. In now.
KehjetRaidan: Okay. That's gotta be what we're going for.
KehjetRaidan: Spiff spiff spiff.
Imago Chase: Niiiiiiiiiiiiiice. What ar eyou looking for?
VAdm Sankoh: We are now known as the 24th Squadron of the First Wing of the Third Aerospace Force. Or less formally, the Phantoms.
Ensign FJ: ::takes a patch and places it on as the others did:
KehjetRaidan: I'm sure you've heard the rumors of the Big Nasty-Ass Rommie Bomb?
Imago Chase: <<Shit. Do you wear half masks?>>
Lt TKirr: ::makes a mental note of appreciating the formal name more::
Imago Chase: Sure, but not sure why we give a fuck. Not like our weapons of mass destruction are any less massively destructing than their weapons of mass destruction.
KehjetRaidan: I'm looking for details, and the specs on the science installation that's supposedly trying to build it.
Captain Sullivan: <<back>>
Ensign FJ: ::cant even remember the formal name::
KehjetRaidan: Yeah, but this one is.
Imago Chase: Kill Rommies for Sport not Nationalism.
KehjetRaidan: This could seriously kick Starfleet ass and leave us crying for mercy.
Doctor Caine: ::: walks over and stands near the Captain's chair ::::
Imago Chase: I'd be interested in seeing Ahmad cry for mercy.
Imago Chase: You use your leather on him?
VAdm Sankoh: So, Phantoms, I also expect a mentality among you that's nothing short of family. We will not let each other down. Is that understood?
KehjetRaidan: Heh. No. Ahmad was different. Anyway.
Lt TKirr: ::nods::
Imago Chase: Ah. Big African dick. Got it.
Ensign FJ: Yes sir
VAdm Sankoh: I can't hear you!!!!
Imago Chase: 'k. I can't get that deep from here.
Lt TKirr: <<Okay.. where ARE you two?!>>
Lt TKirr: Yes, sir!
Ensign FJ: YES sir
Captain Sullivan: :::glances up and then back down at the sensor reports::: Doctor Caine.... is there anything I can do for you?
KehjetRaidan: The Rommies have done pretty good keeping this under wraps, but we snagged a few important squealers and now we know it exists. We find out details and where, and then Atlantis comes in and rips the place apart.
Imago Chase: <<We're flying toward 'big daddy' - a Romulan science installation that's building what Sadam Husein would cry for.>>
VAdm Sankoh: Begin preflight checks. Dismissed!
Ensign FJ: ::looks up at Tkirr, wondering if he just saw a Vulcan get excited::
Doctor Caine: No, Captain.
Lt TKirr: ::exits behind several others and walks to her shiny craft::
VAdm Sankoh: And don't forget to name your fighters and pick a callsign.
KehjetRaidan: Preferably after stealing the details of the bomb so we can build it.
KehjetRaidan: Natch.
Imago Chase: YEah. Fine. But I can't get that remote.
Captain Sullivan: Are you here to nag me about my physical as well?
VAdm Sankoh: :steps up to Phantom One and inspects the craft:::
Imago Chase: Gonna have to land. I can get us docking permission and make the comp. think we're crates or something. You use the cloak.
KehjetRaidan: That's why we're going in for a closer look. Big Daddy has just appeared on our long-range sensors.
Ensign FJ: ::walks out behind Tkirr and looks around for his flight::
Doctor Caine: Not in the midst of an operation.
MajorAZinthys: ::Gets all the marines assembled and ready to go::
Imago Chase: Got one of those nifties holo-cloak-emittrs? Can you make us LOOK like crates? Or do we just gotta hope the Romulan maintenance people are as much lazy asses as the SF ones?
Lt TKirr: ::taps her PADD and begins preflight::
Ensign FJ: ::begins looking over the fighter:: nice I'm gonna have some fun with you
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Major.... please report when Marine personnel are a go.
Imago Chase: *tosses Kehjet a shiny silver pin*
KehjetRaidan: Assuming the engineering assboats installed it properly, we got it in spades.
KehjetRaidan: ::catches it:: What's this?
Imago Chase: Good. I hate clubs and diamonds.
MajorAZinthys: +Suli+ Aye, captain
Imago Chase: Tal Shiar pip.
Imago Chase: I ripped it off a maiden in a tower.
KehjetRaidan: Oh. It's shiny. No wonder I didn't recognize it. Normally they're covered in Romulan grime.
Imago Chase: I polished it.
Imago Chase: I only have one, but you look imposing.
MajorAZinthys: ::Ensures that everyone has their rifles, among other things::
Imago Chase: And anyway, my ears are pointier than yours.
KehjetRaidan: Heh.
MajorAZinthys: +Suli+ Marines are a go, sir.
Lt TKirr: ::reaches into the cockpit and begins preflight self-scans::
Ensign FJ: ::begin going over pre-flight Diagnostic... and the flight plan::
KehjetRaidan: Appearance is not a problem with this nice accessory. ::pulls out a thin silver tiara::
Imago Chase: Tell me you got that from the Prince of Wales.
VAdm Sankoh: ::finishes inspecting the craft's exterior::
Ensign FJ: ::walks around the fighter a couple times, running a visual scan of the hull::
VAdm Sankoh: ::puts on his helmet and climbs up the ladder into the cockpit::
KehjetRaidan: You wanna talk mini-holo emitters, check this baby out. Alters your appearance, AND you swallow this little dewhickly here ::holds up a gold dot:: which tells sensors -- for a limited time -- you're a difference species than you
Lt TKirr: ::sets the PADD inside and makes a final walk about the fighter::
KehjetRaidan: really are...
VAdm Sankoh: Computer, recognize Sankoh, Ahmad, Vice Admiral.
KehjetRaidan: You're talking pretty damn slick shit.
VAdm Sankoh: Computer> Operator status granted.
Imago Chase: That looks like the kuram Brahmans smear on their foreheads.
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Drop ships are ready for launch.... board when ready.
VAdm Sankoh: Begin preflight.
Ensign FJ: ::the scanner within the cockpit beeps ready::
Imago Chase: I just deal with good ol' fashioned costuming.
MajorAZinthys: +Suli+ Yessir.
Captain Sullivan: :::thinks that Zinthys must be a very obedient man::::
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at the fighter, then boards it, pushing away her apprehension::
Imago Chase: Drains power somethin' fierce when I use my internal cloaking device... andyes, I have one.
Imago Chase: SA pulled out all the stops for me.
MajorAZinthys: ::orders the marines into the dropships::
KehjetRaidan: I do that for long-term. But this is just in-out, in-out, so I figured I can be sloppy.
Imago Chase: *changes into a T'Pol-esque skimpy skin-suit*
KehjetRaidan: Wow. You do impress me.
VAdm Sankoh: ::begins powering the craft::
Ensign FJ: ::climbs in the cockpit::
Imago Chase: And we havne't even had a chance to be private yet.
Imago Chase: ::leers::
KehjetRaidan: Heh heh heh.
KehjetRaidan: Well, not recently.
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
KehjetRaidan: Aw! No!
KehjetRaidan: I was having fun!
Lt TKirr: <<Haha>>
KehjetRaidan: You can't pause yet!
VAdm Sankoh: That's the idea. Now pause. :-)
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
Ensign FJ: ::paused::
KehjetRaidan: No. ::pouts::
KehjetRaidan: ::purrs at Ahmad:: Make me.
Imago Chase: Come on baby, where hte simming ends ,the log writing starts.
VAdm Sankoh: ::shoots the pause gun at her::
VAdm Sankoh: ::AKA the remote for his DVD player::
KehjetRaidan: ::mutters:: You used to shoot a different gun at me.
VAdm Sankoh: Captain, if you will?
Captain Sullivan: ::::gets out the whistle:::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::AA::
Ensign FJ: ::AA::
KehjetRaidan: ::@a::
Imago Chase: ::ASA::