You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Admiral, Lieutenant!
MCptAdamDrake: Axelrod cannot attend this evening - his computer is being tied down by his lovely (yet annoying) little sister typing some report for English. ::shrugs::
VAdm Sankoh: Evening!
VAdm Sankoh: How is everyone?
MCptAdamDrake: Good, thanks.
Lt TKirr: Doing well, Admiral.
MajorAZinthys: alive
MajorAZinthys: mostly
VAdm Sankoh: Alright... are we ready to rumble?
MajorAZinthys: ding ding
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods::
MajorAZinthys: ::Pulls out the substitute whistle, which is not "of death" and is only +1::
MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into it::
MajorAZinthys: Attention!!
MajorAZinthys: ...not all at once now.
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::Gives Will a gold star::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
MCptAdamDrake: ::glances over to T'Kirr::
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, tonight Atlantis is perched on the verge of action...
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
VAdm Sankoh: Engineering has gotten the necessary power to shields and engines...
Lt TKirr: <<Sorry =/>>
VAdm Sankoh: T'Kirr and Zinthys have been working at hacking the spacedoors to open...
VAdm Sankoh: And we sit in the darkness with six warbirds outside. Questions?
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: No, Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: Then...
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
Lt TKirr: <<Was on the phone =/>>
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, tending to wounded personnel::
MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at tactical, tapping on the console furiously::
MCptAdamDrake: ::working in Engineering with his engineering team, monitoring all that they did in SEVEN minutes::
VAdm Sankoh: Status report!
Lt TKirr: <<Sec, getting my bearings..>>
WillFMarlowe: ::sheds his bloody uniform jacket and pushes up the sleeves of the teal turtleneck beneath, then once again sterilizes his hands before moving on to the next patient::
MajorAZinthys: Shields and engines are online
MCptAdamDrake: {{Yes, they are. :-)}}
MajorAZinthys: Bay doors are... proving to be quite fun to wrestle with
MCptAdamDrake: ::moves to another console:: Tronson, watch the core temperature. Feed more power to the coolant systems, relay series Y and Z are at your disposal.
Lt TKirr: We're having difficulty breaking through.
MajorAZinthys: You'd think there'd be a back door into this system.
Lt TKirr: ::raises a brow in Zinthys' direction::
VAdm Sankoh: Clever.
WillFMarlowe: ::sedates and examines another disruptor case, then sterilizes the wound and gets to work with a tissue regenerator::
MajorAZinthys: ::Groans at his own pun:: I mean an easier way to do this...
MCptAdamDrake: Tronson> ::activates coolant system:: Moderate levels of coolant are working well, temperature leveling out.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Good work, Ensign. Keep a close eye on that.
Lt TKirr: ::stores the comment for a more appropriate time and watches her readouts, imputing data occasionally::
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge.
WillFMarlowe: Nursing staff> ::busy with post-op patients, administering painkillers, sedatives if necessary, following up on the more fragile cases, etc.::
VAdm Sankoh: +Eng+ Bridge here.
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Admiral, it's Drake. I don't know how long I can sustain full power to shields, warp, and life support. They are all starting to faulter in their levels. 3 hours maximum from our speculation.
MajorAZinthys: ::Notices that the Admiral is busy::
WillFMarlowe: ::puts away the regenerator:: All right, he's stable. Close him up, Nelson.
Lt TKirr: ::sends Zinthys' console her latest subroutine code string::
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps console, waiting patiently::
WillFMarlowe: ::runs his arm across his eyes and forehead, then gets ready to treat a woman who got a close-up look at an overloading console::
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ If those drop, I will not be happy.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at it, modifies it a tad, and sends it back to T'Kirr::
MCptAdamDrake: +Admiral+ I won't be happy either, Admiral, but I can't run all three at full forever. It's not possible, even if I wanted to.
Lt TKirr: ::looks over the data and imputs it into a trial sequence::
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ Don't let them drop.
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ Bridge out.
MajorAZinthys: Wait.
MajorAZinthys: We're doing this all wrong.
MajorAZinthys: We need to get into the station's controls, not the doors themselves
WillFMarlowe: ::sweeps his medcorder over her:: Oh, for . . . ::the device beeps alarmingly:: Cortical stimulator. Set charge to level three.
MajorAZinthys: From inside, we can access the Alexandria's stations. All we need to do is get a little control over Operations and "boom"
MCptAdamDrake: ::frowns:: Do this, Mr. Drake. Do that, Mr. Drake. I forgot I can do everything! ::slams fist onto console as he throws himself behind it::
VAdm Sankoh: They'll override us the minute we get in, Major.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Tried that already, remember? My failed attempts. ;-)}}
WillFMarlowe: Tech> Aye. ::applies the stimulator to the patient's head and makes the necessary adjustments:: Ready.
MajorAZinthys: <<No. Assuming I knew to begin with>>
Captain Sullivan has entered the room.
WillFMarlowe: Now.
VAdm Sankoh: If we do get in.
VAdm Sankoh: <<Captain! Welcome!>>
Lt TKirr: <<Yaaaay>>
Lt TKirr: We must keep trying, Major. Patience will lead us to success.
WillFMarlowe: ::the stimulator whines, then snaps. The patient's head twitches while Marlowe scans her again::
MCptAdamDrake: I'll be back. ::sprints out of Engineering and to the TL:: Sickbay.
MajorAZinthys: Patience is boring.
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL rather hastily and then sprints down the corridor and then slows - walks into sickbay::
WillFMarlowe: ::taps the biobed console:: Again.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks around::
MCptAdamDrake: ::trying to find Jzryn, then remembers she's fallen::
MCptAdamDrake: ::thinks about the manifest who would be next in line::
WillFMarlowe: Tech> ::nods::
MCptAdamDrake: Doctor Marlowe!? ::shouts::
WillFMarlowe: ::whine-SNAP:: She's coming around. ::looks up:: Just a second, Captain.
Captain Sullivan: <<Hi, everyone! Nice to see you! I'll just kind of watch for a bit since I haven't been around.>>
WillFMarlowe: ::scans again:: Another.
VAdm Sankoh: ::watches the USS Rapier on the viewscreen, sitting silently::
MajorAZinthys: Maybe we could distract 'em....
WillFMarlowe: ::SNAP:: All right, her vitals look okay. All right . . . Yes, Captain?
MajorAZinthys: <<::remembers nothing from two days ago, let alone plot hints from last week::>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::thinks:: Each sickbay biobed has emergency power cells, correct?
Lt TKirr: <<Same here Zinth I'm lost lol>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{USS Rapier? I don't remember that.}}
VAdm Sankoh: Get me control of those doors. Soon.
Lt TKirr: <<The other vessel Sankoh wants to blow up in the bay>>
WillFMarlowe: ::starts to work with regenerators over the crewwoman's burns:: Yes, they do. Why?
MajorAZinthys: Yes, Admiral.
MCptAdamDrake: And they are isolated from the main system, correct? So in event of a catastrophic failure there is still power to the patients.
Lt TKirr: Here! ::announcing with finality, sending Zinthys the latest code string::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks it over:: Fine. DO it.
WillFMarlowe: Woman> ::starts to regain some vague approximation of consciousness and screams::
Lt TKirr: Is that compatible with the command codes?
WillFMarlowe: Yes, Captain, that's--DAMN it. Give her something! Now!
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::sedates the poor woman::
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the women screwm:: I'm going to need each one of those power cells.
WillFMarlowe: ::tosses a glance over his shoulder at the Captain:: Can you guarantee that I won't need them while they're away?
MajorAZinthys: Unless they've changed them.
Lt TKirr: I wouldn't think they would know how.
Captain Sullivan: :::looking smudged and bedraggled, her usually tidy braid half undone, she enters the bridge::::
MCptAdamDrake: Not exactly. <w> There won't be any patients to help if we're all dead.
VAdm Sankoh: Captain. ::nods::
MajorAZinthys: ::Shrugs:: They also shouldn't have been able to beam aboard, commandeer the entire station, and cut power to all systems.
Lt TKirr: ::sends the final code to Sankoh's armchair terminal to review:: We need your command code, sir.
Captain Sullivan: :::nods and grunts::: Admiral.
WillFMarlowe: ::clenches his jaw:: Obviously not. Take what you need.
VAdm Sankoh: ::looks at it:: Authorization Sankoh Rho Pi Delta One Niner Four.
MajorAZinthys: ::Glances up at Suli, but it is too focused to pay much attention to her or her appearance::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Wasn't that Zuriyev's codes? :-P}}
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Thank you, Doctor. I'll get them back to as soon as I get a chance.
Captain Sullivan: :::doesn't even look at Zinthys butt as per her usual MO::::
Lt TKirr: ::glances at Sullivan and nods once::
VAdm Sankoh: <<::Zaps Drake:>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::starts piling them into a box and pries them out from behind each biobed::
MCptAdamDrake: {{::Gets zapped::}}
WillFMarlowe: ::returns to the patient, finishing with the regenerators and administering another hypo to keep her stable and unconscious::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> That code works, giving us door control at will.
MajorAZinthys: We have control, sir.
Captain Sullivan: :::slides into her chair::: I say we jettison any lawyers we have onboard.
Lt TKirr: ::lets out a breath::
MajorAZinthys: ::Now stops and looks at Suli funny::
VAdm Sankoh: Excellent. T'Kirr... what are the warbirds up to?
MCptAdamDrake: ::sprints out of sickbay and back into Engineering:: Deck 16.
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL down a deck and leaps out, still running::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rushes into Engineering and tosses the box at a Lieutenant JG::
Lt TKirr: They don't appear to notice anything out of the ordinary... standard orbit patterns of the station.
VAdm Sankoh: Major. Bring up the command database. I need the prefix code for the Rapier.
MajorAZinthys: Aye, Admiral.
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps a few buttons on his console::
MajorAZinthys: ::Forwards the appropriate codes to the Admiral's console::
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier's prefix code is 1635942.
Lt TKirr: ::scans the area::
Captain Sullivan: <<At least it wasn't 8675309>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<LOL!>
Lt TKirr: << ? >>
VAdm Sankoh: Major, transmit the code to the Rapier.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Jenny. Tommy Tutone.}}
MCptAdamDrake: {A song, 867-5309...}}
MajorAZinthys: ::Transmits:: Going now, sir.
Lt TKirr: <<Ohhh...>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{::laughs::}}
WillFMarlowe: ::turns to his next charge, a petty officer with a broken arm and some puncture wounds, and applies an osteogenic stimulator for the fracture:
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at Zinthys::
VAdm Sankoh: Am I patched in to Rapier's computer?
MCptAdamDrake: Fix these into the rest of the auxillary power reactors. Then mess the others into the power relay systems as a feedback bouy. Modify them to match the interchange frequency of the shields as well.
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps:: Yessir
Captain Sullivan: <<:::twitches at the word.... patch::::>>
Lt TKirr: ::runs last minute tests on bay door sequence code
VAdm Sankoh: Captain Sullivan, Major Zinthys. I will need you on this one.
Captain Sullivan: :::drily:::: Really? Here I thought I could go get a manicure.
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier Computer, recognize Sankoh, Ahmad, Vice Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier> Confirmed.
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Sir, we're running out of supplies--particularly painkillers and sedatives. We're down to our last three cases of those.
Captain Sullivan: <<Better make them BIG cases. =)>>
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier Computer, initiate self-destruct sequence. Code one, zero, one, one-A.
VAdm Sankoh: ::looks to Sullivan:: Your turn.
WillFMarlowe: How many do we have left? What's the situation in the triage center?
Lt TKirr: ::watches::
Captain Sullivan: Rapier computer.... recognize Ruffian, Sullivan, Captain.
Captain Sullivan: Rapier> Yes, Mistress.
VAdm Sankoh: ::smirks::
Lt TKirr: <<LOL!!>>
Captain Sullivan: :::blushes:::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Thwaks Suli::>>
VAdm Sankoh: Someone's been reprogramming the attache craft.
MajorAZinthys: <<::...gently::>>
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::shakes her head:: It's wall-to-wall in there, and there are still more on the way.
MCptAdamDrake: {{::falls out of chair at 'mistress'::}}
Lt TKirr: ::raises both brows at Sullivan::
Captain Sullivan: Confirm self-destruct sequence.... Code Alpha Omega Flufsta.
VAdm Sankoh: Zinthys, your turn.
MajorAZinthys: <<Flufsta!! ::Dies laughing::>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Flufsta! ::stays on floor::}}
Lt TKirr: <<::rolling::>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<::laughing hard::>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Where's Sara when you need her?>>
MajorAZinthys: Rapier, this is Major Allen Zinthys. Acknowledge.
Captain Sullivan: :::keeps a straight face and looks busy with her armchair console:::
MCptAdamDrake: ::wandering around in Engineering:: Time until we have to start modifying more power to keep the shields, life support, and warp core going?
MajorAZinthys: soothing computer voice> Acnowledged.
Lt TKirr: <<Glad we're not doing this while being blown up, we wouldn't have a chance>>
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Two hours, forty-five minutes sir.
WillFMarlowe: Well . . . not much we can do about it. Do what you can.
MCptAdamDrake: ::frowns:: Even with the sickbay biobed power packs inserted?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods:: They only added ten minutes, sir.
Lt TKirr: <<Ouch.>>
MajorAZinthys: Self-destruct sequence. Confirm: five, three, four, niner.
MCptAdamDrake: ::frowns again:: Any ideas?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> We could always set up a bicycle and take turns pedalling for power? ::smiles::
WillFMarlowe: ::gets to work on another wounded station crewmember::
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier> Self-destruct sequence completed and ready. Awaiting final code for countdown.
Captain Sullivan: <<Get out the squirrels!!>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::laughs:: How about hamsters, we're down on manpower as it is!
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier computer, set countdown to ten minutes, silent countdown.
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier> Acknowledged. Awaiting final code for countdown.
VAdm Sankoh: Rapier, code zero, zero, zero destruct... one. <<That's the big boom code.>>
WillFMarlowe: ::runs a neuromuscular scan on a shredded hamstring::
WillFMarlowe: Tech> Can you salvage it?
Lt TKirr: ::looks over internal sensors, preparing mentally for their escape action::
VAdm Sankoh: T'Kirr. Open the doors.
Captain Sullivan: <<Gracious! I read *shredded hamster*!>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::prays to whatever is listening::
Lt TKirr: ::presses the fat red button on her console::
WillFMarlowe: <<Oh, come on--I may be a doctor, but I'm not a *monster*.>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL!}}
Lt TKirr: Doors opening.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Shredded hamster is good, great in burritos.}}
Captain Sullivan: <<:::gags:::>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{;-)}}
VAdm Sankoh: Zinthys, take us out.
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ We're rolling, keep those shields up.
MajorAZinthys: ::Nods:: Yes, sir.
WillFMarlowe: <<Of course. Why else do you think Taco Bell has been so successful?>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::salutes the Rapier from his chair:: Thanks.
MajorAZinthys: ::Pilots the ship out the doors::
MCptAdamDrake: +Admiral+ Aye, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: <<Recent hamster baby boom?>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> We immediately come under heavy fire.
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL!}}
MCptAdamDrake: ::gets shaken around:: Full power to the shields!
Lt TKirr: Incoming enemy fire!
WillFMarlowe: There's nothing left to salvage. We'll have to cut it all out and start from scratch.
Lt TKirr: ::shakes::
VAdm Sankoh: Evasive! As much as possible!
Lt TKirr: ::directs power::
Lt TKirr: <<Who's piloting?>>
Lt TKirr: <<Oh Zinth heh>>
MajorAZinthys: Computer, evasive patten Alpha Delta
Captain Sullivan: <<:::points at Z:::>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Which one?>>
Lt TKirr: <<You mean he's gotta fly AND shoot?>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Oh. Right>>>
Captain Sullivan: <<He's a talented man with his hands.>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Yup. Who needs a fighter, I've got a Soverign.>>
WillFMarlowe: Get me some laser scalpels, tissue mitigators . . .
MCptAdamDrake: ::grips his console:: Steady Jackson, steady! Watch the power on the dilithium matrix! Slow down the conversion cycle!
VAdm Sankoh: Status of the shields?
MCptAdamDrake: ::goes to move, but gets rocked and falls::
Lt TKirr: Holding, but not for long.
MCptAdamDrake: ::scrambles up and holds onto the console:: Power to the core is lowering. Reinforce the power clamps!
Lt TKirr: ::diverts the last of the power available::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Shields are fluctuating and dropping, 81% and falling Chief!
WillFMarlowe: ::looks around as the ship takes hits:: Oh, good. Combat. Just what the doctor ordered. Muerta! Keep 'em from moving around too much.
Captain Sullivan: <<Yes, Z.... it is about time that you recognized me as your Queen.>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::curses silently:: Reroute power from the transporter into the shield buffer! ::grips as they are rocked again::
WillFMarlowe: Activate sterilization field and neural calipers.
WillFMarlowe: Tech> Aye.
Lt TKirr: ::notices more power from engineering and shifts it into place::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> It's not working, sir, too much fire! 74% and still dropping!
Lt TKirr: ::watches the power drain::
MajorAZinthys: <<Ha! i suppose there are similarities. Like with the Atlantis, I just push the right buttons and she does what I want her to do>>
Lt TKirr: Shields dropping fast now, Admiral!
VAdm Sankoh: Get us power!
WillFMarlowe: ::switches on the laser scalpel and starts to cut away damaged, dying tissue::
Lt TKirr: There is none, sir. We're too heavily loaded.
MCptAdamDrake: Damn! ::rushes over to another console:: Use the deflectors energy spires!
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::Taps the console:: Too much of a barrage sir, 66%.
VAdm Sankoh: Zinthys, I'm forwarding you a set of coordinates. Set a course, maximum speed.
MCptAdamDrake: Isn't that appropriate!? ::slams fingers onto console::
VAdm Sankoh: ::taps on his chairarm::
Lt TKirr: Shields 60 percent.
MCptAdamDrake: Phaser banks?
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps:: Received. ::Punches more buttons:: Course laid in.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Drained!
MCptAdamDrake: Torpedo tubes?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Fully converted.
WillFMarlowe: Suction. ::clears away more tissue::
MCptAdamDrake: ::blinks:: What about the power from the warp core ejection system?
Captain Sullivan: <<Wait! Let me unplug my curling iron! That should help!>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL!}} Jeddin> If we did that that we'd be screwed if there was a breach!
Lt TKirr: ::rotates shields accordingly while Zinthys flies::
MCptAdamDrake: We don't have much of a choice, do we? Do it!
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ Prepare for maximum warp! We have to outrun them.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::makes modifications:: 52% and falling still! There isn't enough power under this massive attack!
MCptAdamDrake: +Admiral+ Aye, Captain!
Lt TKirr: Shields 50 percent..
MajorAZinthys: Aye, Admiral
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ We're rated for warp 9.99 and I want every bit of that and more!
MCptAdamDrake: +Admiral+ We're going to lose shields and life support if we even attempt that Admiral! ::moves to another console::
VAdm Sankoh: If I remember correctly, the max speed of a warbird is warp 9.96.
Lt TKirr: ::to Zinthys:: We could divert power from shields to the engines once out of range.
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ We're going to lose them if we stay here any longer!
Lt TKirr: But it would be risky.
Lt TKirr: <<That was a big "duh" statement...>>
MCptAdamDrake: +Sankoh+ We're still going to need power to the shields, and life support!
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ That's your job! Do it!
VAdm Sankoh: Zinthys. Engage!
VAdm Sankoh: I think we've kept them busy long enough...
MCptAdamDrake: ::curses again after the comm is closed:: I can't do the impossible!
MajorAZinthys: ::Presses the big, flashing red button::
Lt TKirr: ::watches back-up power run completely dry::
MajorAZinthys: <<All you need is a Scottish accent now, FCM>>
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin! Take power from decks twenty through twenty four and divert them into the shields.
Lt TKirr: <<Hehe>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Atlantis warps out.... three warbirds chase, but can not keep up, and turn around.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Aye, Captain. ::taps the console:: Holding steady at 39%
WillFMarlowe: All right. Tissue mitigators. ::applies the profferred instruments to the remaining tissue::
Captain Sullivan: :::blinks as the image of red carnations pops into her head::::
VAdm Sankoh: T'Kirr, please monitor Alexandria's status.
Lt TKirr: Yes sir. Romulan warbirds have dropped from pursuit.
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters::: I really need to see a counselor.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Chief, sensors show Warbirds have given up.
MCptAdamDrake: Divert power from lateral shields to the engines and life support.
VAdm Sankoh: Good thing we have a Sovereign class... a Galaxy would be toast.
MCptAdamDrake: If any extra power is around, put it in the shields. ::throws himself exhaustedly into the chair::
MCptAdamDrake: This isn't what I signed up for, but it's thrilling all the same.
Lt TKirr: ::thinks the Admiral is somewhat prideful::
VAdm Sankoh: In fact.... get me visual of Alexandria. This will be a show...
VAdm Sankoh: ::Gertrude flies in from the RR and perches on his shoulder::
Lt TKirr: ::pops up an image of Alexandria::
MCptAdamDrake: ::wipes the sweat from his brow - he's been doing it a lot lately::
MajorAZinthys: ::Feels a hollow pit creep into his stomach::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The warbirds return to their standard orbits around Alexandria.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Bridge has put up image on the view screen of Alexandria.
MCptAdamDrake: Match it.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::does so::
WillFMarlowe: ::sets the mitigators aside and finishes with regenerators:: Almost there. . . .
Captain Sullivan: <<How did the bird get here!?>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<I had all the pets beamed aboard for morale!>>
MajorAZinthys: <<beamed it onboard>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> ...
MCptAdamDrake: {{::stares at the ACTION::}}
Lt TKirr: <<::waits in anticipation::>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{::amazing sweating - who knew?::}}
MCptAdamDrake: *amazingly
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> A chunk of the upper half of Alexandria disappears in a huge fireball as the matter/anti-matter obliteration is allowed to run unchecked aboard Rapier.
MCptAdamDrake: Woah! ::stares at the picture::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The destruction starts to spread through the rest of the station, bulkhead by bulkhead rupturing.
Lt TKirr: ::watches the show on the screen::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Did we just lose the Station?}}
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Two of the warbirds were caught in the initial blast.
Lt TKirr: ::solemnly:: Shall I patch the image through to the ship, sir?
WillFMarlowe: Autosutures. Set to internal mode.
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Alexandria starts to list to the side.
VAdm Sankoh: Destruct one... never used that one or even seen it used....
MajorAZinthys: <<No, it just blew up. It'll be there when we get back.>>
Captain Sullivan: I hope we're recording this.
MCptAdamDrake: {{::glares at Zinthys::}}
Lt TKirr: Of course.
MajorAZinthys: Of course, Captain
Lt TKirr: ::looks at Zinthys::
VAdm Sankoh: Normally we use destruct zero to gradually blow the ship up, to spare any planets nearby....
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the picture, mouth open:: I like the Engineering on that ship, four decks. It was heaven.
Lt TKirr: Sir, shall I send the feed to the rest of the ship?
MajorAZinthys: ::Stares at his console, not intent on the viewscreen::
WillFMarlowe: ::sets the regenerator aside and activates the new instrument::
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods silently::
Lt TKirr: ::rewinds and broadcasts to all monitors in populated areas, which is pretty much everywhere, and watches the lights dim slightly::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The destruction continues, heat apparent on the underside as the station actually starts to deorbit.
VAdm Sankoh: ::his jaw opens slightly::
VAdm Sankoh: Calaphaltra...
Lt TKirr: Admiral?
MCptAdamDrake: ::blinks:: It's losing orbit, look at the list and the gradual descent.
Cpt K Ketchum has entered the room.
WillFMarlowe: ::removes the autosuture and motions to Nelson:: Okay, finish--::catches sight of the viewer in the CMO's office, which is currently displaying the final moments of Starbase Alexandria::--what the HELL?
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Large chunks start to seperate from Alexandria as it deorbits.
MCptAdamDrake: ::stands at attention for an apparent reason, all of the Engineering crew does so as well::
Lt TKirr: Watches the screen solemnly, calculating the loss of the station to the Federation, and can almost hear the collective gasp throughout the Atlantis.
Cpt K Ketchum has left the room.
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Alexandria's core breaches.
Captain Sullivan: :::curses silently under her breath:::: It took me forever to find ONE Velocity in good enough shape to restore.... how by the Prophets am I going to find another.
VAdm Sankoh: ::will surprise Sullivan later that her fighter was aboard Atlantis because Alexandria's bay was being cleaned::
WillFMarlowe: Patients, nurses, techs> "Oh, god . . . " "Jesus . . . " "It's . . . "
Lt TKirr: <<The important things in life, Sulli =P>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::bows his head slightly::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> As the starbase's core breaches, a HUGE fireball appears over the planet and scatters large chunks of debris around the planet, almost forming a ring.
Captain Sullivan: <<Hey.... a girl has to have priorities.>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The warbirds scatter.
VAdm Sankoh: So long, Alexandria...
MCptAdamDrake: We hardly knew you...
Lt TKirr: ::wonders at Sankoh's speaking to... the ship?
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The chunks start to deorbit and create massive meteors over Calaphaltra.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Calaphaltra is the planet, I'm assuming?}}
Captain Sullivan: ::mutters::: I hated that place anyway.... it was too... stationary.
WillFMarlowe: . . . All right, back to work. ::deactivates the viewer::
Lt TKirr: <<That's what I'm guessing =P>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<yep>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{::Groans at the pun::
MCptAdamDrake: }}
WillFMarlowe: ::returns to the biobeds, already laden with new wounded::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Fire rains down upon the planet, killing many.
MCptAdamDrake: May the Gods be pleasent to those caught in the shattered skies and the scorched earth. ::shakes head::
Lt TKirr: ::clenches her jaw, watching the damage readouts on long range sensors::
Lt TKirr: ::wonders if she should report the statistics, and figures she'll just include it in her next report::
VAdm Sankoh: That's the least of their concern.
WillFMarlowe: Get me some vascular pads.
VAdm Sankoh: The Torae Einx system is lost to the Romulans.
VAdm Sankoh: Open war has begun.
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
Captain Sullivan: :::paused:::
MCptAdamDrake: ::falls off the cliffhanger::
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
MCptAdamDrake: ::grabs ahold and is paused::