You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
EnsAxelrod: Oh god, it's hideous.
MCptAdamDrake: Admiral on Deck!
MajorAZinthys: Only if he's a Romulan.
Lt TKirr: Greetings, Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: Evening!
EnsAxelrod: 'Ello Admiral.
WillFMarlowe: Yup, Drake. Just bouncing between the computer and the Wild/Avs game.
WillFMarlowe: Hallo, Admiral.
CptKetchum: ::nods to the Admiral from the viewing gallery::
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods to Ketchum:: Captain.
Captain Sullivan has entered the room.
EnsAxelrod: Adam, I thought I told you to never show pictures of your mother in public.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at the picture and winces:: No, that's definitely Zinthys.
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Sulli! :-)
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, let's get this party started. Captain?
Captain Sullivan: :::looks up with a mouthful of fried noodly things::: Mmmfph?
CptHacker has entered the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::spits and fumbles with the whistle of doom::::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::AA::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-hut!
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
CptHacker has left the room.
VAdm Sankoh: Alright...
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, tonight the Atlantis is hightailing it away from the lost Torae Einx system, the location of the late Starbase Alexandria.
VAdm Sankoh: We are en route to a set of coordinates given by Admiral Sankoh, with our life support straining to keep up with the thousands of people.
VAdm Sankoh: Everyone has at least two roommates. People are sleeping in hallways, cargo bays, and basically any non-mission critical floorspace.
VAdm Sankoh: Questions?
Captain Sullivan: I call the top bunk!
Lt TKirr: Shotgun
MCptAdamDrake: I'll keep my desk chair! ::laughs::
MajorAZinthys: ::mutters::
VAdm Sankoh: Larger quarters of course have more people in them.
VAdm Sankoh: No questions, so...
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
MCptAdamDrake: ::standing next to the Engineering status display near the warp core::
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay::
MCptAdamDrake: ::rubs chin:: We don't have much time left on life support or other essential systems unless we take power from other places.
EnsAxelrod: ::Has fallen asleep on top of his console.::
MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at Tactical, showing no desire to leave::
Lt TKirr: ::stands at Science on the Bridge, busily scanning ahead of them, looking for aggressors::
MCptAdamDrake: Sickbay doesn't have auxillary power packs, no power to any shuttles, that leaves science and security sensors.
VAdm Sankoh: ::Walks onto the bridge:: Report.
MCptAdamDrake: We could draw some power if we reconfigure the emergency forcefield systems, but that's cutting down our defense and structural integrity systems.
Captain Sullivan: :::in her chair feeling on the grungy side::::
WillFMarlowe: Nefertiti> ::approaches Marlowe, who is finishing with a patient:: Doctor Marlowe.
MajorAZinthys: Life support is tight but holding
VAdm Sankoh: ::sits down in the Counselor's chair next to Sullivan::
Lt TKirr: No Romulan vessels in range.
Captain Sullivan: :::stands::: Sir... I
Captain Sullivan: <<Damn my fingers!>>
WillFMarlowe: ::turns and looks at the golden-skinned Nilusian who volunteered for post-op duty after evacuating the Alexandria:: Yes, ensign.
Captain Sullivan: apologise for my slowness... the center chair is, of course, yours.
WillFMarlowe: Nefertiti> We have no more medical supplies. No analgesics, no sedatives.
VAdm Sankoh: No need, Captain.
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console:: Ensign Axelrod!
WillFMarlowe: Right. Nelson--
Lt TKirr: ::eyes the power drain in disdain::
Captain Sullivan: :::sits::: The crew and passengers have been put on the strictest rationing measures.
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::turning from a patient:: Same here, sir. There's just nothing left.
EnsAxelrod: ::Still semi-asleep:: Get your own damn shuttle!
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods:: Good. We'll have some relief in a little bit.
MCptAdamDrake: ::blinks and walks over and shakes Axelrod:: Up and about, Ensign!
Lt TKirr: <<C'mon.. u were an ensign once =P>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::moves to yet another console:: We can disable the replicators and work on medical supplies on hand and food we've got stored, that should buy us some more time.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks over:::: Mind clueing us in, Sir?
EnsAxelrod: Huh, I'm up I'm up.
WillFMarlowe: ::turns and looks at Nefertiti:: . . . I'm sorry. Do the best you can.
MCptAdamDrake: {{I know. :-)}}
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge.
MajorAZinthys: <<Shh, don't tell him that>>
VAdm Sankoh: We will be meeting up with a starship commandeered by Fleet Admiral Blackthorne.
Captain Sullivan: <<We don't want to start the long list of silly things he did as an Ensign.....>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Raises eyebrows::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Long list? There was only one thing and that was just character development running away!}}
Captain Sullivan: Thank the Prophets. I hope they're aware and prepared to take on some extra baggage?
MajorAZinthys: <<"Silly"? How nice of you, Captain>>
VAdm Sankoh: Of course. There has always been a contingency plan for the fall of Alexandria, given its strategic location. I activated it before leaving my office.
Captain Sullivan: <<Zinthys? You're on what? Volume 4 of the... Silliness of a certain Ensign series?>>
Lt TKirr: ::raises a brow::
EnsAxelrod: <<LOL>>
MajorAZinthys: <<I'm am *not* having this conversation.>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Wow, amazingly not funny.}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{Being that there were WORST ensigns than me. Quite a few actually.}}
Captain Sullivan: <<Yes, but we managed to kill them off.>>
Lt TKirr: <<Let's not go there, the ooc/ic count is getting off...>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::Taps the console:: Hmmm, where to draw power...
Captain Sullivan: <<Remember that one who stepped in front of that rocket and expected to live?>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Roget.}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{No Hope Station, I believe.}}
Captain Sullivan: <<Thesaurus?>>
WillFMarlowe: ::heaves a sigh, but his fatigue is otherwise masked by the natural soft, heavy melancholy in his voice:: All right, Nelson. What's going on in triage?
MajorAZinthys: ::Checks his console, hunting for Rommies::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Chuckles at that memory::>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::huffs:: +Bridge+ Drake to the Bridge.
Captain Sullivan: :::crosses her legs, feeling very much in need of hot water pulsating against her skin::::
EnsAxelrod: ::Turns the console back on::
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> They're less severe now. Lacerations, abrasions, some broken bones. Stable enough.
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps his foot impatiently::
VAdm Sankoh: T'Kirr, anything on the long-range sensors yet?\
Captain Sullivan: <<:::searches in vain for more fried noodly things>>
MCptAdamDrake: +BRIDGE+ Drake to the Bridge, anyone up there?
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Bridge here, go ahead Captain.
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Can I get an estimated time to whereever we're going?
WillFMarlowe: Let's keep it going.
Captain Sullivan: :::resists the urge to answer *No.... we abandoned ship and forgot to tell you.*::::
MCptAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Please?
Captain Sullivan: :::murmurs::: A marine who says please.... will wonders ever cease?
MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ In, about... ten minutes, we will be lightening your load.
Lt TKirr: Fleet Admiral Blackthorne's vessel on the edge of sensors, sir. Shall I plot a course?
Captain Sullivan: ::::looks decidedly grumpy::::
VAdm Sankoh: He'll be where we will be.
Lt TKirr: ::nods once and resumes scanning::
MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Thank you, Major, Engineering out.
MCptAdamDrake: ::returns to tapping console::
Captain Sullivan: I suppose he will be activating his transporters in order to save a bit of our power?
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods:: Naturally.
Captain Sullivan: :::stifles a yawn::: And once we've transferred the excess.... what's next?
WillFMarlowe: ::moves among the biobeds now, wielding dermal regenerators and vascular pads and the like, tending to the wounded, each batch mercifully less mangled than those before them::
VAdm Sankoh: Well, he can't take all of the excess... so it's off to another Starbase to offload everyone.
SolanDahl has entered the room.
Captain Sullivan: ;::hopes they have showers there:::
MajorAZinthys: <<JT!!>>
SolanDahl: <<sorry y'all!!!!>>
Captain Sullivan: <<:::waves!:::>>
Lt TKirr: <<hi hi =)>>
MCptAdamDrake: Axelrod!
SolanDahl: <<*waves to everyone*>>
WillFMarlowe: ((Hullo!))
MCptAdamDrake: {{Evening Ex-Jzy!}}
Captain Sullivan: :::hot showers...... with steam and soap and no limit as to how long she can stand there::::
EnsAxelrod: ::Begins singing a little song to pass the time.:: If a Spanard came to Mexico, and all he thought he'd see.
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks over and taps the Ensign on the shoulder::
MajorAZinthys: ::Blinks as a mental image of Captain Sullivan, naked, standing in the shower enters his mind unbidden::
MajorAZinthys: ::Shakes his head rapidly::
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks to Drake.:: Yes sir?
Lt TKirr: <<TMI>>
SolanDahl: New Char>::on the Discovery, going about her work::
MCptAdamDrake: I need you to go up and confer with Doctor Marlowe to see if he can spare anymore sickbay power packs.
EnsAxelrod: Aye.
MCptAdamDrake: We're going to be all right, but we're still going to need time to regenerate after we offload people.
MCptAdamDrake: ::moves up to the ladder and climbs it, pulling himself onto the upper deck::
Captain Sullivan: :::scratches her arm:::
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets up.:: Understood. ::Makes his way out of Engineering and towards the TL.::
Lt TKirr: ::stands idly, for once, while her scans work, mind wandering::
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles softly as she thinks of Blackthorne:::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> We are hailed.
Lt TKirr: Admiral, incoming hail.
Captain Sullivan: :::murmurs::: It's been a long time since I've seen the old space dog.
VAdm Sankoh: ::smiles:: On screen.
Lt TKirr: ::pushes the magic button::
Captain Sullivan: :::self-consciously tucks a loose strand of hair behind one ear:::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Seamus Blackthorne> ::appears on screen, his wild mane of red hair not even grey yet:: USS Discovery, at your service.
EnsAxelrod: ::Enters TL.:: Sickbay.
MajorAZinthys: ::Focuses on the screen::
MajorAZinthys: ::lopsided grin::
Captain Sullivan: :::trying to look more professional and less rumpled::::
WillFMarlowe: ::to anonymous volunteer nurse:: Finish up here. ::moves on, taking an osteogenic stimulator to a broken femur::
VAdm Sankoh: Thank you, Admiral. We are rather heavily loaded at the moment and life-support is straining.
SolanDahl: <<sorry I'm not more active tonight, not feeling well, just have to get my char on board>>
Lt TKirr: ::looks Blackthorne over curiously::
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles and wonders how he does that... manages to look good for his age::::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps over and suddenly feels a tingle as he starts seeing people who are not his own workers::
MCptAdamDrake: ::blinks, waits, and then moves to another console::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::looks over to the Tactical officer aboard the Discovery, his face still looking ruggedly handsome:: Begin evac plan.
VAdm Sankoh: All stop.
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: Full stop, sir.
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Discovery comes alongside Atlantis.
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console while monitoring the Discovery::
EnsAxelrod: ::TL arrives. Gets out and makes way towards Sickbay.::
Lt TKirr: ::makes sure the external camera is facing the Discovery::
VAdm Sankoh: Shipwide, please.
Lt TKirr: Ready, sir.
WillFMarlowe: ::winces as the patient expresses with colorful, colloquial language his extreme discomfort:: Yes, I know. I'm sorry. We ran out of supplies. We're generally not equipped for this much--
Captain Sullivan: :::exhales deeply as the ordeal is coming to a close::::
Lt TKirr: *beep*
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps the console twice:: You're on, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: ::eyes Zinthys::
MajorAZinthys: <<::Magic edits::>>
VAdm Sankoh: This is Admiral Sankoh speaking. Many of you will be transported to the USS Discovery for more comfortable travel away from the area. Please congregate in your family groups if possible so that we can keep you with your loved ones.
WillFMarlowe: ::finishes and motions for volunteers to help the patient to the emergency outpatient ward in Holodeck 3::
VAdm Sankoh: Also make sure that you keep your pets and any belongings you salvaged with you, as we will be transporting groups of people and things away.
Captain Sullivan: :::gets that hollow, lonely feeling that she gets when she thinks of family and loved ones.... and the fact she has neither::::
EnsAxelrod: ::Walks into Sickbay.:: Doctor Marlowe?
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::clears her throat after the man leaves:: I'm sure he didn't mean what he said about your mother, Doctor.
WillFMarlowe: ::turns to Axelrod:: Yes?
VAdm Sankoh: That is all.
Captain Sullivan: :::leans over::: Perhaps the Admiral could spare some medical supplies.... inventory control reports that Medical is pretty much dry.
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods for the comm to be cut::
SolanDahl: New Char>::finishes with the last patient in sickbay, moves over to the replicator to get something to drink::
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods to Sullivan::
Lt TKirr: ::cuts comm, stealing a glance at Zinthys::
EnsAxelrod: Would you happen to have anymore spare sickbay power packs?
VAdm Sankoh: ::Turns to the screen:: Sir, we will be ready for evac in five minutes. In the meantime, we need medical supplies, badly.
WillFMarlowe: No. Anything else?
Captain Sullivan: :::glances at Kirr, glancing at Zinthys:::
VAdm Sankoh: And... is there anyone aboard the Discovery suitable for promotion to Chief Medical Officer of a Sovereign Class?
EnsAxelrod: I don't believe so, thank you.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Medical supplies are on their way. ::makes a motion offscreen::
Lt TKirr: <<::Woops::>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::turns to the Discovery's Captain, who looks quite displaced from her job:::
Captain Sullivan: :::wonders if she could get away with requesting a hot tub..... and some bubbles::::
VAdm Sankoh: Captain Garrett> Yes, I have a doctor quite primed for promotion.
MajorAZinthys: ::Intent on his console, seemingly oblivious to all glancing::
WillFMarlowe: Right. ::turns to another patient with a rather nasty gash and searches for a regenerator with enough power left to heal more than a paper cut::
Lt TKirr: <<::sends Zinthys an IM to his console, "Hah, I beat you."::>>
Captain Sullivan: :::blinks and mentally shakes herself as she realizes she is obsessing about hot water::::
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Axelrod to Drake.
VAdm Sankoh: Captain Garrett> +Airell+ Doctor Airell to my ready room.
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::emphasis on the word MY::
MCptAdamDrake: +Axe+ Go ahead, Ensign.
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::glances at Blackthorne::
MajorAZinthys: ::Senses some hostility coming from Garrett::
Captain Sullivan: :::practically snickers as she hears the exchange and thinks that someone's ego is put out::::
Lt TKirr: <<Quick, everyone stare at Blackthorne>>
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Sickbay has no more spare power packs. Was there anything else you need me to deliver?
SolanDahl: Airell>+Garrett+On my way Sir. ::heads out of sickbay and towards the Captains Ready Room::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Medical supplies by the acre appear in Atlantis's sickbay::
MCptAdamDrake: +Axe+ No, Ensign, that will be all.
WillFMarlowe: ::tosses a dead instrument over his shoulder, only to hear it impact against something with a sharp metallic clack::
Captain Sullivan: :::knows that she and Sankoh are not what could be considered drinking buddies..... but they at least maintain a professional and civil attitude towards each other::::
WillFMarlowe: ::blinks and turns around::
SolanDahl: Airell>::gets into the TLand instructs it to go to the right area::
VAdm Sankoh: Admiral, we are prepared for evac.
EnsAxelrod: +Drake+ Aye sir. I
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::nods:: Begin evac.
EnsAxelrod: <<d'oh>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> People start disappearing in groups off of Atlantis.
MajorAZinthys: ::monitors the mass-transport::
EnsAxelrod: 'll be making my way back to Engineering.
SolanDahl: Airell>::leaves the TL and heads to the RR, chimes the door::
Captain Sullivan: :::hopes that the blonde bimbo who was bunked with her remembered to get all her lacey underwear that she left lying about::::
Lt TKirr: ::lets Zinthys have something to do::
Lt TKirr: ::scans...::
WillFMarlowe: ::rummages through the new supplies and finds what he's looking for, only to see his most severe patients dematerialize when he turns around again::
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> Enter!
Captain Sullivan: <<ouch.... bummer, dude.>>
SolanDahl: Airell>::enters and moves over infront of where Garrett is:: You wished to see me Sir?
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::smiles and brushes her hair away:: Yes, Doctor.
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> It seems that Atlantis is need of a CMO and asked if we had anyone suitable. I believe you are ready for such a posting.
WillFMarlowe: <<Not really. I was running out of torture devi--interesting new medical instruments to use anyway.>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL!!}}
Lt TKirr: <<hehe>>
Captain Sullivan: :::leans on her left elbow as she watches the internal sensors starting to show significant less strain on various systems:::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Life support on Atlantis begins to stabilize as several thousand are beamed off the ship.
SolanDahl: Airell>::can't help but crack a smile, though tries hard to retain her military demeaner:: Thank you Sir!
Lt TKirr: ::lowers life support accordingly::
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> Then I assume you accept? ::Smiles::
SolanDahl: Airell>Of course Sir. Who wouldn't except a chance to advance their career?
Lt TKirr: Life Support systems slowly returning to normal.
Captain Sullivan: We're going to have to reassign quarters to space out the crew again.......
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> We will be travelling to Starbase 37 as soon as Atlantis is ready.
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods to Sullivan, then to Blackthorne::
WillFMarlowe: ::sickbay is shortly nearly empty, the urgent cases having been the first to leave::
Captain Sullivan: :::thinks::: In other words....get them the Hell out of my pad!
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> Congratulations, Doctor Airell. CMO of the only Sovereign class left in the fleet. I knew you'd get such a job. ::stands and offers a handshake::
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ Bridge to Engineering.
Lt TKirr: ::gets her job confused with Zinthys'::
MCptAdamDrake: +Sankoh+ Go ahead, Admiral.
SolanDahl: Airell>::shakes the Captains hand:: Thank You Sir. I will do my best to serve the Federation.
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ We're about to have to travel again.
EnsAxelrod: ((Sorry all, I've gotta go, see you all next week.))
Captain Sullivan: :::sends a message to Solitaire to begin quarters reassignment::::
Lt TKirr: <<Ok see u!>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Bye, Axel!>>
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::turns the handshake into a hug:: It's been a pleasure having you on my crew, Doctor. I hate to lose you
VAdm Sankoh: << Bye, Axel!>>
EnsAxelrod has left the room.
WillFMarlowe: Okay, then. Let's see about what's left. +Triage+ Sickbay to triage, send down what you have left and some volunteers to take back some supplies.
CptKetchum has left the room.
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> But you would be crazy not to take this assignment.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: +Sankoh+ I'm struggling on power, but if I reroute and take a little power from science sensors I'll have enough. Reducing the life support won't be enough.
SolanDahl: Airell>::gives the Captain a hug::The pleasure has been mine Sir.
SolanDahl: Airell>Aye Sir, I would.
Lt TKirr: ::frowns::
MajorAZinthys: ::abruptly:: I'm going to Sickbay to help distribute supplies.
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> Report aboard immediately. Dismissed!
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks over to the TL::
WillFMarlowe: Anonymous technician> +Sickbay+ Understood.
MajorAZinthys: Deck 1.
MajorAZinthys: Sickbay*
VAdm Sankoh: +Drake+ Alright. Sankoh out.
Captain Sullivan: :::blinks at Zinthys hasty departure::: Was it something I said?
SolanDahl: Airell>::snaps to attention immediately:: Yes Sir. ::does an about face and heads out of the RR and over to the TL::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods as he draws a little power from science sensors, barely blurring the out range of scans::
Lt TKirr: ::takes over Zinthy's job as her sensors are .... censored::
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::Sits behind her desk and smiles sadly, always hating to lose good officers like that::
MajorAZinthys: ::Closes his eyes briefly during the TL's trip::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::sitting smugly in the center seat of the Discovery's bridge:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Steps out as the TL doors open::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at Blackthorne being smug and smugly recrosses her legs and leans back against the center seat of the Atlantis::::
WillFMarlowe: ::makes sure his hands are sterile, then runs them through his hair in the moments before the last batch of wounded left aboard is helped into sickbay::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The evac is complete. Now we're only really overcrowded instead of insanely overcrowded.
Lt TKirr: Transports complete.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Well, that's a relief...I think. ::smiles::}}
SolanDahl: Airell>::quickly exits the TL and heads to her quarters to pack::
Lt TKirr: << <---Action Mirror >>
MajorAZinthys: ::looks around at all the people around Sickbay::
VAdm Sankoh: We are ready to depart, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: ::snatches a button::
Lt TKirr: A moment, sir.
Lt TKirr: Our CMO has not yet transported.
VAdm Sankoh: Oh, that was quick.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up at Zinthys:: Can I help you?
SolanDahl: Airell>::It doesn't take long to pack up her quarters::
Lt TKirr: ::gives a questioning look:: Sir?
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::Walks onscreen:: Take care of her, Atlantis.
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles::: We will Captain.
VAdm Sankoh: I didn't expect a new CMO so quickly.
VAdm Sankoh: ::turns and smiles to Garrett::
SolanDahl: Airell>::only has one bag, heads to the Transporter room::
MajorAZinthys: ::blinks:: I had intended to offer my services in unloading supplies, but I don't know where to put them. ::gestures to the masses::
VAdm Sankoh: Thank you, Captain. We appreciate it.
Lt TKirr: <<Out of sync between your own chars.. that takes skill or...>>
WillFMarlowe: Nelson, help him out.
WillFMarlowe: ::returns to his work::
SolanDahl: Airell>::indicates to the Transporter Cheif to contact the Atlantis for permission to beam over::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods to Garrett in a way that conveys she understands the strain of having Admiralty sitting on your bridge:::
VAdm Sankoh: Garrett> ::sits in the counselor's chair and looks annoyed at Blackthorne::
MajorAZinthys: <qw> busy man...
VAdm Sankoh: Discovery's counselor> ::stands and looks annoyed at the Captain::
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Over here, sir. ::shows Zinthys where to put instruments, supplies, etc.::
SolanDahl: Airell>::stands on the transporter pad, waiting to join her new ship.::
Captain Sullivan: :::gives Blackthorne a knowing look and nod:::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks over to Nelson:: Thank you.
Lt TKirr: ::is oblivious to petty annoyances aboard the Discovery's bridge::
MajorAZinthys: ::helps get those acres of supplies put away::
VAdm Sankoh: ::quietly chuckles and returns Sullivan's look::
Lt TKirr: Sir, our new CMO is prepared for transport.
MCptAdamDrake: ::moves to another console:: We've got life support and warp systems for about an hour or so.
VAdm Sankoh: Bring her over.
Lt TKirr: ::sends a msg to the transporter room::
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> That's about it. Thanks for your help, sir.
SolanDahl: Airell>::is transported over to the Atlantis::
Lt TKirr: Transporter Chief> ::smiles at Airell:: Welcome aboard.
MCptAdamDrake: Lexin! I need you to start alternating the recharge patterns of the shuttle warp cores we're using. I can't have them all regenerating and reinfusing at the same time!
Lt TKirr: Transporter Chief> ::hands Airell a tourist map::
MCptAdamDrake: Lexin> Yes, Chief, right away! ::disappears from view::
MajorAZinthys: Of course. If there is anything else?
SolanDahl: Airell>Thank you. Does the CO need me to report in, or should I just head to sickbay to see what I can do to help?
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> I don't think so, sir.
MajorAZinthys: Very well.
Lt TKirr: Transporter Chief> ::thinks:: He's probably busy, certainly not more than Sickbay though. You'd better report there first... the Admiral should contact you when he's ready to meet with you.
MajorAZinthys: ::nods curtly and walks out::
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods to the helmsman to set course for Starbase 37::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Warp six, Admiral. Discovery out.
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Discovery warps out.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks behind him and tosses a "Thanks" over his shoulder as the Major exits::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> And we follow at Sankoh's order.
SolanDahl: Airell>::nods and gives the Chief a small file, then headed out to sickbay::
MCptAdamDrake: ::climbs down and then back to the console he started at::
MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the warp core engage::
MCptAdamDrake: Warp Six, forty-five minutes if we don't slow down.
MCptAdamDrake: ::muttering to himself:: Atlantis is going to need a major overhaul once this is all done.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at Sankoh::: Shall I go welcome our new CMO, sir?
SolanDahl: Airell>::finds sickbay with little difficulty and looks around for the person who seems to be in charge.::
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods:: Yes, the major events of this journey are likely over.
WillFMarlowe: ::finishes with a patient and runs his arm across his forehead::
WillFMarlowe: ::turns when he hears the doors hiss open and shut:: Yes?
Captain Sullivan: :::nods and stands:::: You'll watch the bridge, won't you?
MCptAdamDrake: ::rubs his eye as he shifts to a plasma injector diagnostic panel::
VAdm Sankoh: ::chuckles:: Of course.
MajorAZinthys: ::walks back to the TL:: Deck 7.
Lt TKirr: Transporter Chief> ::imputs Airell's file into the ship's computer, routing the medical subfile to Sickbay::
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles at him gratefully as she makes her exit to the TL:::
MCptAdamDrake: 72% corrosion. ::blinks:: Too much work for too long with no cleaning. ::shakes head:: Round the clock work to get these back to par.
SolanDahl: Airell> ::smiles softly:: I'm here to help. Got a place I can store my stuff for the moment?
VAdm Sankoh: ::takes the center seat::
Lt TKirr: ::stands tirelessly at her console, scanning with her clipped sensors::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin, you'll lead the anti-corrosion teams once we're safely docked at a safe harbor. Atlantis can't work in these circumstances.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods and moves into a jeffery tube:: Understood, Captain.
VAdm Sankoh: ::leans his head back and closes his eyes gratefully, letting out a long sigh::
Captain Sullivan: ::waits for the TL to open and then steps in:::
WillFMarlowe: ::nods to the CMO's office:: Unless I'm wrong, that's yours now. ::smiles, obviously rather tired:: Welcome aboard.
Lt TKirr: ::sighs as well, although more quietly::
Captain Sullivan: <<Which is always helpful.>>
Lt TKirr: <<lol =)>>
MajorAZinthys: ::walks out onto deck 7 and walks to the Main Security Offices::
VAdm Sankoh: ::tries not to think about the millions of people on Calaphaltra now under Romulan rule::
SolanDahl: Airell>::nods and moves to the office, storing the stuff, then heads back over to the Doctor::What do you need me to do?
VAdm Sankoh: ::not to mention the thousands that were injured or killed by pieces of Alexandria falling on their heads::
Captain Sullivan: ::orders the TL to Sickbay's level and exhales long and deep::: Home stretch, old girl.
MCptAdamDrake: Even the plasma manifold is slipping out of alignment, we're losing productivity and efficiency on the dilithium conversions. ::frowns:: We're a bleeding heart, but the wholes are small enough to keep pumping.
Captain Sullivan: :::puts her hands on her knees and stretches out a few muscle groups:::: Maybe a massage.....
MajorAZinthys: ::Sits in the little-used Chief's office and begins reorganizing his meager forces::
WillFMarlowe: The worst is over. All that's left are the minor injuries that the Discovery had no room for.
Captain Sullivan: ::::straightens and cracks her back out::::
Captain Sullivan: :::steps out of the TL and moves into Sickbay::::
VAdm Sankoh: ::sits up and looks Admiral-ish again::
Lt TKirr: ::nods at the tactical ensign that finally gets a clue, taking the station::
SolanDahl: Airell>::nods:: You look tired. When was the last time you had a chance to rest?
Captain Sullivan: :::chuckles as she overhears Airell::: There is no rest for the wicked.....
Lt TKirr: <<Speak for yourself>>
WillFMarlowe: ::shakes his head:: I'm fine. Glad to have some help. Ask Muerta over there if you need anything.
SolanDahl: Airell>::turns to the Captain:: Hello Sir. How can I help you?
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> Starbase 37 appears on LR sensors.
Captain Sullivan: :::nods at Marlowe before placing a hand on his shoulder::: Nice work, Doctor. How are you holding up?
Lt TKirr: Admiral, Starbase 37 in range.
MCptAdamDrake: ::sees the Starbase:: Prepare for docking procedures, we need to be ready when called upon.
VAdm Sankoh: ::brushes the ensign away from the helm and takes it himself:
Captain Sullivan: :::turns and extends a hand to Airell::: Captain Sullivan Ruffian... you must be our new Chief Medical Officer.
VAdm Sankoh: Just where I want to be. Back inside a starbase.
SolanDahl: Airell>::shakes the captains hand:: Lt. Kiley Airell, Sir.
Lt TKirr: <<Cute name!>>
SolanDahl: <<Thx>>
Captain Sullivan: Lieutenant..... welcome aboard the USS Atlantis.
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> A little time passes just to move things along.
Lt TKirr: Approaching Starbase 37, Admiral.
VAdm Sankoh: ::Drops from warp and hails the starbase for docking clearance::
VAdm Sankoh: ::sees the Discovery already entering the Starbase::
SolanDahl: Airell>Thank You Sir. If you don't need anything from me, I would like to check out to see if there's anything I could be doing.
VAdm Sankoh: ::Gets clearance::
VAdm Sankoh: ::pilots the Atlantis toward the spacedoors on impulse::
MCptAdamDrake: Prepare to take the warp core offline. As soon as we're docked we are doing the fastest cleaning and maintenance overhaul in the history of the Quadrant.
Captain Sullivan: Vice Admiral Sankoh and I happy to have you aboard and hope that you'll find everything to your liking. If there is anything that we can do to ease the transition... don't hesitate to call.
Lt TKirr: <<Wow you guys've been talking the whole trip =P>>
Lt TKirr: ::monitors space door clearance from the hull while beginning to shut down sensors::
VAdm Sankoh: ::watches Discovery dock ahead of them as he pulls in the spacedoors::
WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::helps Marlowe with an osteotractor frame for a dislocated shoulder::
Lt TKirr: ::is impressed with Sankoh's piloting skill::
VAdm Sankoh: Transferring helm control to the Dockmaster.
Captain Sullivan: ::::nods to Airell::: I'll leave you to your department then.
VAdm Sankoh: <<Hey, we are fighter pilots, remember? :-) >>
SolanDahl: Airell>Thank you Sir.
Captain Sullivan: :::turns on her heel and stalks out:::
Lt TKirr: <<Fighter.... starship...fighter...>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::Atlantis glides toward an empty berth::
SolanDahl: <<is Sulli mad at Airell?>>
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> FAdm Blackthorne appears on the bridge in a shimmer of transporters.
SolanDahl: Airell>::moves off to see Muerta::
Lt TKirr: <<Nah, she just wishes she was in hot water>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::blinks:::
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters:::: Geesh.... normally they try to tie me down there in handcuffs... ::::chuckles::: So, I got off easy this time.
SolanDahl: <<that Airell was in hot water or that sulli was?>>
Lt TKirr: ::raises her brows in surprise::
Captain Sullivan: <<Nah.... she's just being her moody self.>>
Lt TKirr: <<Sulli of course>>
SolanDahl: <<ahhh typical Sulli>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Now that Discovery is docked and this mission complete, I think if I'd stayed any longer, Captain Garrett would have keelhauled me.
Captain Sullivan: <<Suli needs a shower.... for mental as well as physical reasons.>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::Watches the perimeter of the docks::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Talk about territorial.
VAdm Sankoh: Welcome aboard, Admiral. ::Atlantis slides into her berth::
Captain Sullivan: :::back to the TL she goes::::
VAdm Sankoh: ACTION> The docking umbilicals connect, and Atlantis goes off internal power.
Lt TKirr: ::keeps Internal Sensors operational, waiting for most other systems to shut down::
Captain Sullivan: :::back to the bridge goes the TL, spitting Suli back onto the bridge:::
MCptAdamDrake: Thank God! All Engineering hands, reset to default settings!
SolanDahl: Airell>::gets to work::
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
MCptAdamDrake: Cleaning crews begin your disconnects and begin overhauling designated systems!
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
SolanDahl: ::paused::
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
Captain Sullivan: :::paused:::
Lt TKirr: ::pauses late::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEET!