You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Kiley Airell: Evening Admiral
VAdm Sankoh: Evening!
CptKetchum: Evening Admiral
Captain Sullivan: Evening, all
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
Captain Sullivan: Hello, T'Kirr!
Lt TKirr: Hi
Lt TKirr: Thunderstorm outside *quivers*
Captain Sullivan: Ack! Blinding turquoise!
Lt TKirr: rofl
Lt TKirr has left the room.
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ?
Kiley Airell: I like that color!
Lt TKirr: K =P
Captain Sullivan: YELLOW!
Kiley Airell: *laughs*
JainaBlackthorne has entered the room.
MajorAZinthys: yellow is evil.
CptKetchum: lalalalala
Kiley Airell: No one is yellow on my screen!
Captain Sullivan: Well, lucky you. =)
Kiley Airell: hehehe
VAdm Sankoh: Welcome our guest player for the week!
VAdm Sankoh: ::points to Jaina::
MajorAZinthys: ::claps at Jaina::
Lt TKirr: Welcome, Jaina!
Kiley Airell: Greetings
JainaBlackthorne: ::walks in:: Good evening.
Captain Sullivan: Hello, Jaina!
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::quite glad to see Jaina::
VAdm Sankoh: Let's get this show started, shall we?
Kiley Airell: Aye Admiral
Captain Sullivan: :::sits in her seat and gets out her program::::
CptKetchum has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::looks over Sulli's shoulder::
Captain Sullivan: :::whispers::: He said there was a show.... I hope it's Brigadoon.
VAdm Sankoh: ::Glance at Sulli:::
MajorAZinthys: ::yawns::
Kiley Airell: ::Looks to Sulli::
Captain Sullivan: ::::sighs::: I guess it isn't.... pulls out her magic whistle.
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEET!!!
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atte-HUT!
Captain Sullivan: :::gives T'Kirr a cookie:::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::hides it in her cheek::
Captain Sullivan: :::snickers because it makes her look like a hamster:::
VAdm Sankoh: Alright, tonight the Atlantis and the Discovery have just docked at Starbase 37, bringing the crew of the late Starbase Alexandria to safety.
VAdm Sankoh: Luckily, we are on Starbase power now to ease our strained life support systems, so things look like they're calming down.
LtJvanDnalls has entered the room.
VAdm Sankoh: Current orders are to get the ship back in normal shape as quickly as possible. No time for shoreleave!
Captain Sullivan: <<:::waves to Dnalls:::>>
VAdm Sankoh: Questions?
Kiley Airell: <<::waves to Dnalls, smirks::>
Captain Sullivan: :::looks suitably stricken about the no shoreleave::::
VAdm Sankoh: In that case...
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Sankoh: BEGIN SIM
Kiley Airell: ::In sickbay, looking around at her new home.::
VAdm Sankoh: ::sitting in the counselor's seat, looking strangely calm::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::walks onto the bridge:: I'll be disembarking here, Ahmad. Safe journeys.
JainaBlackthorne: ::walks to the docking ring, having heard the stories regarding Atlantis and Discovery, and is concerned::
Captain Sullivan: :::sitting in her center sear, still looking charmingly disheveled:::
VAdm Sankoh: Thank you, Admiral. We appreciate the assistance.
VAdm Sankoh: ::shakes Blackthorne's hand, then watches him leave::
MajorAZinthys: ::Sitting in the security office, doing much needed PADDwork::
Kiley Airell: ::Walks into her office, and can't help but smile. It was now "HER" office::
VAdm Sankoh: ::sits back down and looks exhausted::
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, helping the nursing staff clean up a little::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::walks to the docking bridge::
Lt TKirr: ::enters her quarters, given permission to freshen up after double shift, and finds her quarters an absolute mess. Her candles are burnt to the holders, her Surak statue shifted, and various other items out of place::
Kiley Airell: ::Decides it's best to get a report of what's going on here and such. Walks out of her office and over to Will::
VAdm Sankoh: Captain... how long until we can depart, do you think?
JainaBlackthorne: ::waits, watching calmly::
Lt TKirr: ::ignores everything and heads for the shower, almost tripping over a piece of clothing she didn't give anyone permission to access::
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> ::::hands Suli a PADD indicating the availability of hot water at various places::::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::takes his pack from a yeoman and exits Atlantis onto the Starbase::
Kiley Airell: Excuse me Doctor, can I have a word with you in my office?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up from a supply compartment:: All right.
Lt TKirr: ::showers silently, clearing her head::
Kiley Airell: Thanks. ::walks back into her office and takes a seat::
Lt TKirr: ::tingles as she is sonically cleaned::
WillFMarlowe: ::follows her and stands in front of her desk::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at the Admiral, thinking *I have no friggin' clue* but what comes out of her mouth is:::: As soon as I get some indication from engineering, we'll be out of here. They seemed to indicate that we were in severe need of
Captain Sullivan: some overhauls.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::sends his yeoman off to arrange transport to Earth::
Captain Sullivan: Why these weren't maintained while we were at the Starbase is beyond me, and I shall have answers written in blood if need be.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::then looks up and sees Jaina, and is surprised as hell:: Jaina!
Kiley Airell: ::stands back up, as it feels wrong somehow.:: With everything calming down, can you fill me in on what's been going on in the medical department lately?
VAdm Sankoh: Agreed. Atlantis should have been in perfect condition, spending most of her time in spacedock.
JainaBlackthorne: ::hears her name and turns:: There you are!
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> You're supposed to be on Betazed! Not that I'm complaining about seeing you.
Lt TKirr: <<We've repaired after battle already?>>
VAdm Sankoh: <<We took damage to our shields, only... the main problem is our severely drained power systems.>>
WillFMarlowe: I'm not sure how helpful I'll be. I just got here myself.
JainaBlackthorne: ::walks over and gives her husband a hug:: I heard the stories.
Lt TKirr: <<Of course.>>
Kiley Airell: ::grins:: Really now? Well, tell me what you can.
Lt TKirr: <<So we got a new battery =P>>
Captain Sullivan: :::taps on her console::: Estimated repairs and recharge is 2 hours, 13 minutes, 48 secs.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::gratefully returns the hug:: Well, it's great to have ye here, lass.
WillFMarlowe: Basically, the ship, along with Starbase Alexandria, had been taken over by the Romulans.
Lt TKirr: ::finishes her shower and changes, then pokes around her quarters for a few minutes::
JainaBlackthorne: How bad was it? ::turns to walk with him::
VAdm Sankoh: We also need to get this place cleaned up... it was starting to smell.
MCptAdamDrake has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: <<Hi Drake!>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Hungry? I'm famished. ::walks with her toward the Promenade and food::
WillFMarlowe: When we got back aboard, we didn't find very much. At least, so far as I know: our medical supplies hadn't been touched.
MCptAdamDrake: {{::sprints in and acts as if he's been there for ever::}}
Kiley Airell: <Hey FCM . . . glad you could finally make it>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> It was a precision strike... military genius. Alexandria and the Torae Einx system are lost to the Romulans.
Kiley Airell: How well stocked are our medical supplies?
JainaBlackthorne: ::nods slowly:: Did we lose many people?
Captain Sullivan: Aye, sir.... Janitorial crews are on full disinfection duty... and the life support systems are regenerating fresh air.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Working in Engineering:: 57% efficiency? We're running a starship, not a go kart. Check the specs and alter the dilithium refining frequency.
VAdm Sankoh: rFAdm Blackthorne> Sankoh was able to evacuate the entire Alexandria crew... but the station exploded and deorbited, causing large chunks of starbase to rain down on the planet below... not to mention the under Romulan
MCptAdamDrake: Johnson> Aye, Chief. ::walks away::
WillFMarlowe: ::grins a bit:: I'm getting to that. Once we'd gotten some power back, we were getting ready to leave. We were boarded . . . your predecessor lost her life on the bridge in a firefight.
VAdm Sankoh: Not to mention the planet is now under Romulan control.
Kiley Airell: ::she smiles to Will:: Sorry, getting ahead of myself . . .
MCptAdamDrake: {{Friend had an emotional breakdown - in the city thirty miles away - and called me to get her, so I went at 7:00 to get her.}}
Lt TKirr: ::exits her quarters while zipping her collar and enters the nearest lift. "Bridge."
JainaBlackthorne: How terrible, my Dear. I'm so glad you're safe, though.
Lt TKirr: <<Aw!>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> How are things on Betazed?
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Sullivan to Zinthys... come in Major.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks at her desk:: They'd sealed off the bridge during the attack. I couldn't get to her . . . ::shakes his head:: After the fighting stopped, we beamed aboard everything that wasn't Romulan.
VAdm Sankoh: ::nods approvingly::
MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +Suli+ Zinthys here, go ahead Major.
WillFMarlowe: It was pretty busy down here until we met up with the Discovery.
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Major, I assume that I don't have to remind you to restock the Marine arsenals?
Kiley Airell: ::nods and listens, thinking that her predessesor died honorably::
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at a PADD:: No, I need the cores back into the shuttlecrafts, now - not later. I don't want to have to push this ship outta space dock.
JainaBlackthorne: ::finds a small table to sit at, and smoothes her skirts:: Everything is going well. Everyone is on the high alert, of course.
Lt TKirr: ::appears between the lift doors on the Bridge and walks to her station, relieving the ensign::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::sits:: And the Council?
MajorAZinthys: +Suli+ Filling out the request forms now.
VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman> ::runs up to Blackthorne with a PADD::
MCptAdamDrake: ::crawls into a jefferies tube and starts modifying the relays back out of their singed state:: +Engineering+ Drake to Engineering.
WillFMarlowe: The wounded have all been transferred out of here. The Discovery sent over some supplies, and unless I'm mistaken there will be more coming from the starbase before we leave.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::takes the PADD and puts it aside, not looking at it::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> +Drake+ Jeddin here, sir.
MCptAdamDrake: +Engineering+ Reboot the power relay system back to their default state.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nodding, knowing full well he can't be seen:: +Drake+ Aye, Captain. ::taps the console::
Kiley Airell: Good, so we will be fully stocked then?
JainaBlackthorne: Tense.. very tense. Everyone's nerves are on edge. ::orders a small dinner and iced tea::
MCptAdamDrake: ::crawls out of the jefferies tube and looks at the console:: 62% this isn't going well.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::orders, then glances sidelong at the PADD::
WillFMarlowe: Yes, we should be.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Wait, I didn't read that right.
MCptAdamDrake: ::shouts to the upper deck:: T'Pel! How are we looking on power relays?
JainaBlackthorne: Read what, Dear?
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::eyes go wide as he reads it again, slides it over to Jaina::
Kiley Airell: Good.
JainaBlackthorne: ::looks at the PADD::
Kiley Airell: What about the staff? How are they holding up?
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Make sure I get copied on all those requests.
MCptAdamDrake: P'Tel> We are doing the best we can sir, the stock from the starbase was sufficent, but we've yet to implement any of our new supplies.
MCptAdamDrake: How many need to be replaced?
MCptAdamDrake: P'Tel> Hard to say, sir, a dozen or more.
MCptAdamDrake: ::frowns:: How long?
VAdm Sankoh: I'll be in my quarters, Captain. Please inform me when we can depart.
Captain Sullivan: Ayre, Admiral.
MCptAdamDrake: P'Tel> Unknown, sir, depends on the location of each relay and it's accessibilty.
VAdm Sankoh: ::enters the TL, directs it to his quarters::
MCptAdamDrake: ::holding up a hand:: Let me know when you're done.
MajorAZinthys: +Zinthys+ Very well, Captain
WillFMarlowe: They're exhausted. Five nurses did the work of a hundred.
LtJvanDnalls has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::checks her counter:::: *Drake* Sullivan to Drake... hope you're hauling ass down there, Drake. We're on an abbreviated schedule.
Captain Sullivan: :::grumbles something about no rest for the wicked::::
VAdm Sankoh: ::enters and starts to clean up the mess::
Kiley Airell: ::nods:: We need to have a crew on. Pick 1 nurse who seems to be the least exhausted and tell the rest to go get some sleep. Also, I want you to get some rest as well.
MCptAdamDrake: ::thinks:: +Sullivan+ Abbreviated, how much time are we looking at Captain?
VAdm Sankoh: Gertrude> ::tweets happily and settles on Sankoh's shoulder::
Kiley Airell: now, I know that's less then a skeleton crew. But, things are quiet now, and we don't want medical personel collapsing from exhaustion. If something comes up, I will make sure to call for extra help.
Lt TKirr: ::<<Hm, is my station even on while in Starbase?>>
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* We're down to roughly 2 hours.... if we come in at anything under 1.5 hours.... I'll foot the bill for an Engineering soiree.
Captain Sullivan: <<I think Tetris is running.....>>
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
Kiley Airell: <<woohooo . . . gotta love Tetris!>>
Lt TKirr: ::plays a few games of Tetris, then becomes bored with the easiness::
Kiley Airell: Also before you go, are there any concerns that I should know about?
MajorAZinthys: ::Sends in the request forms for restock, forwarding a copy of the requests to the captain's console::
WillFMarlowe: ::a soft half-smile spreads over his face:: I don't think you'll get any arguments from us, Doctor.
JainaBlackthorne: ::gasps:: Betazed is going to fall to the Romulans!
Kiley Airell: ::smiles:: I didn't expect to.
WillFMarlowe: Not so far as I know. I'll be sure to let you know if I think of something.
JainaBlackthorne: ::having taken a long time to read the PADD::
Kiley Airell: Good.
Kiley Airell: Oh,
MCptAdamDrake: +Sullivan+ I can have us to at least 80% efficiency by then, I'm thinking at least ten higher than that.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::looking stricken::
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles approvingly at the efficiency of Zinthys:::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> I had no idea they would continue past Alexandria.
LtJvanDnalls has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: ::exits the bridge, nodding to the ensign::
JainaBlackthorne: My people will be crushed... wiped out!
Kiley Airell: Also, I will be rotating the nurse in 4 hours time. So, leave the name of one of the nurses to replace him or her.
Lt TKirr: ::exits TL onto Engineering::
Captain Sullivan: ::::chuckles and sends Zinthys a little note:::: Order something nice for yourself... maybe a pair of silk boxer shorts?
JainaBlackthorne: We can't just sit here! ::stands::
VAdm Sankoh: Not just your people, Jaina. We do not have the capability to stop them. They will take Earth, and with it, the rest of the Federation.
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Make it 97% and you're on, Drake.
WillFMarlowe: All right. Well, for now I recommend you keep Nurse Muerta on hand. Nurse Nelson can relieve her in four hours.
JainaBlackthorne: ::sits slowly, her knees giving out:: WHat will become of us?
Kiley Airell: *nods* Okay, thank you.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: +Sullivan+ Can you spare a dozen people for me, Captain?
WillFMarlowe: Anything else?
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Contact science and see if cloning is available yet.
VAdm Sankoh: Hopefully a fate better than that of the Remans.
Lt TKirr: ::folds her hands behind her back and pokes around, then settles to look at an energy readout upon a vertical display::
Kiley Airell: No, that will be all for now. I will be going over the crew records and such, getting familar with the place. I might have questions after that.
Lt TKirr: <<Cloning?!>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> We lost Ian to the Dominion. I will not lose you to the Romulans, Jaina.
WillFMarlowe: ::nods:: Let me know if you need anything. Welcome aboard, doctor.
MCptAdamDrake: ::laughs:: +Sullivan+ Got the point, I'll have it at 97% Captain. Drake out.
Kiley Airell: Thank you Doctor. Get some rest.
JainaBlackthorne: ::looks at him closely:: And you're comfortable just sitting here, waiting for the Romulans to enslave us? Dear, we have to do something!
MCptAdamDrake: All right, people, double time. 97% in two hours.
MCptAdamDrake: Kendrick> ::goes pale:: Are you kidding me?
Lt TKirr: <<Oh I get it... a joke... I'm dense as a Vulcan>>
Captain Sullivan: <<ROFL!>>
MCptAdamDrake: No, Ensign, I'm not. So, I suggest that you put some back into it!
MCptAdamDrake: Kendrick> ::Swallows audible and runs off::
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: Jeddin, how we looking?
LtJvanDnalls has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::leaves display and walks through Engineering to find something useful to do::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Right now, I'm mainly shocked... and awed... <<Sorry, had to>> ::taps on the padd::
WillFMarlowe: ::exits the office and relieves all the nurses save Muerta, whom he sends in to Dr. Airell's office::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> 65% and rising, the power relays are being changed so we'll experience some shift in power.
Lt TKirr: <<Oh sure Marlowe, Muerta's gotta be the most tired =P>>
VAdm Sankoh: ::dispatches all vessels to intercept the Romulan fleet, designating Admiral Zuriyev to be in charge of the battle::
MCptAdamDrake: Lawrence> ::hands a cargo container full of black cartridges:: Here are the Sickbay's recharged emergency biobed power packs, sir. Would you like me to deliver them to sickbay?
Kiley Airell: ::watches at Will leaves, then turns and looks around the office, then walks over to her chair and takes a seat::
VAdm Sankoh: ::signs and ecrypts the order on the padd, sends it to SFHQ::
VAdm Sankoh: <<that was all Blackthorne, of course.>>
MCptAdamDrake: No, thanks, I took them so I'll return them. Please give Potter and Simpson a hand on the anti-matter injectors - they are corroded beyond all belief.
MCptAdamDrake: Lawrence> ::nods:: Aye sir. ::scampers from the area::
JainaBlackthorne: ::sighs sadly, shaking her head:: So many lives will be lost.
WillFMarlowe: ::leaveves sickbay and heads for a turbolift::
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::oversees the cleaning of Sullivan's quarters frowning::: Just because she had a bigger set of quarters... did not mean she needed more people in here... she needs her rest and her privacy!
Lt TKirr: ::finds Drake and walks his way::
Kiley Airell: Muerta>::walks over to the CMO's office and stops, looking at it, remembering Jzy . . . sighs softly and then knocks::
MCptAdamDrake: ::grabs the container and walks out into the corridor and into the TL:: Deck Fifteen.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> There... I have ordered every operational starship to the Betazoid front.
Kiley Airell: ::hears the knock and looks up::Come on in.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> But... I... we'll lose.
Kiley Airell: Muerta>Dr. Marlowe said you wanted to see me.
Lt TKirr: ::watches Drake enter TL and moves in before the doors close::
Lt TKirr: ::greets Drake:: Captain.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: Lieutenant, how are you?
WillFMarlowe: ::steps into the lift:: Deck 10.
Lt TKirr: Idle, I'm afraid. May I be of assistance?
Kiley Airell: yes. I need you to stay on staff in case of an emergency. However, you can go into the back, turn the lights off and try to get some sleep. I will release you back to your quarters in four hours.
VAdm Sankoh: ::holds back the Discovery, by special order::
Captain Sullivan: *Airell* Sullivan to Airell
MCptAdamDrake: Just heading to sickbay to deliver some supplies I borrowed during our crunchtime. And to meet our new CMO, apparently. Where are you headed?
Kiley Airell: Muerta>Are you sure . . . ::she hesitated, not sure how to address the doctor, or even her name.:: Doctor?
Lt TKirr: ::raises her brows:: Wherever I am needed.
JainaBlackthorne: Where can we go? ::is in shock::
Kiley Airell: One minute Muerta. +Sulli+ Yes Captain, what can I do for you?
VAdm Sankoh: I held back the Discovery from the fight... I wanted to make sure we have a way off this Starbase.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I know how that goes. So, what's the news from the bridge?
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> We'll head out to unexplored space if we have to. Seamus and Jaina Blackthorne will not be Romulan slaves.
Kiley Airell: Muerta>::nods and waits patiently::
JainaBlackthorne: But, Dear.... there will be nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Captain Sullivan: *Airell* Doctor... if you are in need of any additional personnel or supplies... feel free to requisition them. I understand much of the Alexandria's medical personnel were assigned to the base itself and not the Atlantis, so you
Captain Sullivan: might be a little short-handed.
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::tending bar on the Starbase, since Enterprise was lost in the prolonged Dominion War::
Kiley Airell: +Sulli+Aye sir. I will be going over the staffing issues here in a moment. How much time do I have before we leave?
Captain Sullivan: <<Oh, sure... Seamus runs... the rest of us are left to become extra crispy StarFleet McNuggets.
Lt TKirr: ::momentarily entertains the idea of mentioning nothing but Tetris on her console:: Power is currently down in most non-essential areas. Ms. Sullivan is eager to get underway.
Captain Sullivan: >>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> It's a big galaxy.
Captain Sullivan: *Airell* Approx 2 hours, Doctor.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Extra Crispy Starfleet Nuggets? ::looks around:: Where's Morrigan? :-P}}
VAdm Sankoh: <<He bravely ran away, away!>>
Kiley Airell: +Sulli+Understood Captain. Anything else?
Captain Sullivan: <<That would be BBQ, Drake!>>
Captain Sullivan: *Airell* Not at the moment. Sullivan out.
MCptAdamDrake: {{Oh, that's right, my mistake.}}
WillFMarlowe: ::steps off the lift and heads toward his quarters, not really aware that his quarters had been appropriated for Alexandria refugees::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I heard from her.
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps off onto Deck Fifteen::
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::overhearing the conversation in her usual Guinan-all-knowing-I've-lived-for-hundreds-of-years-and-am-wise-as-hell way::
Lt TKirr: ::follows::
WillFMarlowe: ::. . . So he is naturally rather surprised to find his quarters in shambles::
Captain Sullivan: <<Don't forget her funny hat that is actually a hearing device.>>
Lt TKirr: <<lol>>
MCptAdamDrake: So, do you know where they are deploying us next?
JainaBlackthorne: >LOL<
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> I'm glad... that you left when you did.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::quietly::
Lt TKirr: I have not been informed of our next destination.
JainaBlackthorne: I didn't bring much with me, Dear. All of our holos will be lost.
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::staring at Seamus, looking right through him::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps into sickbay:: That's too bad, I'm wondering where they will send us.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> After losing Ian, I couldn't lose you. The holos... well, I have a few with me in my pack. You and Ian, but that's all I need.
JainaBlackthorne: ::sobers at the mention of Ian::
VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh> ::runs back onto the bridge::
VAdm Sankoh: Sankoh> Captain, readyroom, now!
Kiley Airell: ::notices Drake enter sickbay, motions for Muerta to see what he wants::
VAdm Sankoh: ::runs into the RR::
JainaBlackthorne: he would have hated to see this day.
Lt TKirr: ::follows behind Drake, knowing there's something more pressing she could be doing than conversing::
Kiley Airell: Muerta>::walks out of the CMO's office and over to Drake:: Can I help you Sir?
Captain Sullivan: :::watches the running with a look of consternation and mutters::: That can't be good.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks to Muerta:: Yes, I'd like to give you back the biobed emergency power supplies. I took them when we needed the additional power.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::nods:: Aye... after fighting so hard against the Dominion... and seeing Betazed fall once... this would have broken him.
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Sullivan to Drake.... how close are we?
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::walks over to the Blackthornes::
JainaBlackthorne: ::looks up:: Guinan... so nice to see you again.
Kiley Airell: Muerta>That will most appriciative.
Captain Sullivan: :::in a conspiratoral kind of whispery way::::
WillFMarlowe: ::blinkblinkblinks . . . the carnage was apparently dreadful. He wonders if his belongings, lost on Starbase Alexandria, had in fact lucked out::
MCptAdamDrake: +Sullivan+ ::looks at the PADD he carries with immediate updates:: Looks like 74% Captain.
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::almost ignoring Jaina, looking at Seamus like he's growing antlers::
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> Seamus... Jaina...
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> I last saw you before the war.
JainaBlackthorne: ::wonders if Seamus actually is growing antlers::
Captain Sullivan: :::stands and follows to the RR:::
JainaBlackthorne: ::wouldn't surprise her::
Captain Sullivan: <<Sorry... missed my cue there.>>
Lt TKirr: ::becomes impatient with her apparent idleness, and asks again:: Mr. Drake, do you require my assistance with anything in Engineering?
VAdm Sankoh: Sullivan, the Romulans kept going and the line has fallen. They're rolling on toward Betazed.
Kiley Airell: ::Starts to go over the personel files for sickbay, wondering if she needs more crew::
Captain Sullivan: Let me guess.... we're being called out already.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks to T'Kirr:: I could use a recalibration of the science sensor palettes, they aren't receiving much power and that would increase efficiency.
WillFMarlowe: ::rights a chair, a table--and is utterly flattened by a brown- and black-striped mass, which slams into a wall behind him and runs haplessly into the closet::
VAdm Sankoh: All ships have been dispatched to the front. We will not leave until we're battle-ready. I'm not taking a ship in there half-ready.
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> Seamus... I wasn't supposed to ever see you again.
Kiley Airell: :;notices that they are low on the techs, puts in a request for a couple more.::
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> Jaina, yes... but Seamus... you're not supposed to be here.
JainaBlackthorne: >Catch that zebra and give it a bath, Will! ;-) <
MCptAdamDrake: {{Oh God. I've seen this episode before.}}
Lt TKirr: ::mentally goes through the efficiency of such a procedure, and knows she won't have time once underway:: I will attend to it now. ::nods::
JainaBlackthorne: ::frowns:: Guinan, of course he's supposed to be here.
WillFMarlowe: ::lies on the floor in his quarters, wondering how the 24th century equivalent of a freight train found its way into his room . . . and why it's in his closet::
Captain Sullivan: :::rubs her forehead with one hand as she mutters some Bajoran curses of the ancient sort:::
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::shakes her head:: No. We shouldn't have met again.
Lt TKirr: <<'Cause you're supposed to DIE>>
JainaBlackthorne: Maybe you shouldn't be here, Guinan?
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> What are you talking about?
Lt TKirr: ::leaves Sickbay and takes TL to Engineering::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out and follows T'Kirr and, poof, ends up in Engineering::
Kiley Airell: Muerta>::decides to take the Doctor up, moves off to the back and turns the lights down low there, curls up and immiately drifts off to dreamland::
MCptAdamDrake: Report, Mr. Jeddin!
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> This is wrong.
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> All of this... and it makes sense now.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> 77%. We're bringing the secondary power systems on-line. There. We're at 86% readiness, sir.
JainaBlackthorne: Guinan, have you been sampling out of the blue bottle, again?
VAdm Sankoh: Blackthorne's Yeoman> She's right, you know.
WillFMarlowe: ::stands and cautiously opens the closet door, and immediately is made to regret it::
MCptAdamDrake: ::frowns:: I told Captain Sullivan 97%
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::mutters:: Nice Wish.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::looks incredulously at the Yeoman::
Captain Sullivan: Bless the Prophets and damn the Romulans to a fiery nebula.... don't they ever just STOP?
Lt TKirr: ::moves to the senor palette control system and begins to run a diagnostic::
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> Jaina, I'm quite serious. Something is wrong here.
MajorAZinthys: ::oversees the resupplying of the armory::
VAdm Sankoh: I never thought they'd go into all-out war.
VAdm Sankoh: Border skirmishes, yes, but this... unbelievable.
MCptAdamDrake: We'll have four more when Lieutenant T'Kirr finishes with the sensor palettes.
Captain Sullivan: This crew needs a break, half of them need counseling after that *let's blow up the place we call home* manuever and I need a DAMN SHOWER!
Kiley Airell: ::starts to go through each of her crews records, to get more acquainted with them
WillFMarlowe: ::this time, as he is left once again to contemplate the ceiling of his room, he inhales fur once he can breathe again::
JainaBlackthorne: Guinan.... you're frightening me. Are saying that Seamus is supposed to be... dead?
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::nods, saying nothing::
JainaBlackthorne: ::puts her hand to her throat::
Lt TKirr: ::begins to adjust power levels to the palettes toward standards::
VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman> She is indeed correct. History records that Captain Seamus Blackthorne died aboard the Atlantis while it attempted to recapture the USS Shepard from the Dominion.
Captain Sullivan: And these star dust sucking, green blooded, greedy, ruthless, pain in the asses don't have at least ONE cultural holiday to holster their damn weapons for a day!?
JainaBlackthorne: ::looks at the Yeoman::
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> The Shepard was lost five years ago!
JainaBlackthorne: How do you know this?
VAdm Sankoh: Apparently not. They sensed weakness and struck. And they're right.
Lt TKirr: <<rofl Sulli>>
Captain Sullivan: Should I call a staff meeting, sir?
Kiley Airell: <<LOL Sulli . . . you're taking the loss of a shower personal, now aren't you?>>
VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman> I've been watching this situation develop for a few years now to see if the damage to the timeline was severe enough to warrant intervention.
MCptAdamDrake: Gregan, I need you to recheck the replicator systems, make sure they are back at maximum and check the emergency systems.
Captain Sullivan: <<Never get between me and hot water.>>
WillFMarlowe: ::wipes the fur away from his face and stands up, headed toward the bedroom where he last heard the thing moving::
Lt TKirr: ::watches the levels rise, and modifies sensor efficiency::
VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman> I am from, on what your calendar, would be the 31st century.
MCptAdamDrake: Gregan> Replicators at normal, emergency power at full as of two minutes ago.
MCptAdamDrake: ::checks updated PADD:: 89% percent.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> Nowwaitadamnedminute.
JainaBlackthorne: ::blinks::
VAdm Sankoh: No. Everyone can't afford to be away from their work.
JainaBlackthorne: 31st century??
MCptAdamDrake: {{Is his name Daniel?}}
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> You're a madman.
MCptAdamDrake: {{*Daniels}}
Lt TKirr: ::accesses sensor information from the main computer, and runs a simulation::
VAdm Sankoh: Yeoman Schwartz> I assure you that I'm quite sane.
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* Sullivan to Zinthys.... we're going to need extra torps.... see what you can get your hands on.
Lt TKirr: <<::notices we're all standing in shock::>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::sits at a console:: Powering up weapons systems. Power relays shunted perfectly, all completely changed, phaser banks are charging and on standby. Photon torpedo tubes primed and ready.
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> If things continue this way, you're quite correct. The Federation will fall, and all of its cultures and civilizations will be extinguished.
MCptAdamDrake: ::checks PADD again:: 92%
VAdm Sankoh: Guinan> ::quietly listening::
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console and regenerates the shielding - then checks PADD:: 94%.
Lt TKirr: ::Saves her file and closes out of the EasySim program::
JainaBlackthorne: How... how do we fix ... the timeline?
WillFMarlowe: ::enters the bedroom and is promptly decked again . . . but this time, the train squeaked before it did its impression of a battering ram::
MajorAZinthys: +Zinthys+ How many, Captain?
VAdm Sankoh: ::frowning:: From what I know about our military strength... we'll lose this battle.
JainaBlackthorne: No! I won't lose my husband to prevent a war!
MCptAdamDrake: {{S}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{S(}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{Argh!}}
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> ::frowns:: Then the Federation will die.
MCptAdamDrake: {{That's sad. :-(}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{There we go.}}
MCptAdamDrake: +T'Kirr+ Drake to T'Kirr.
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> You're saying that I have to have died five years ago, and that because I didn't, this all happened?
Lt TKirr: ::approaches Drake from behind:: I'm here, Captain.
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> It's not your death, specifically. It's the mission you were on when you're supposed to have died.
MCptAdamDrake: ::turns:: Did you get the palettes defaulted back to normal settings and on the correct power relays?
JainaBlackthorne: WHich mission is that?
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> The Atlantis should have successfully recaptured the Shepard, preventing the Dominion from gaining Galaxy-class technology. That technology allowed them to fight a much stronger war...
Lt TKirr: Full efficiency.
Captain Sullivan: *Zinthys* as many as we can cram on this ship.... cargo bays, extra closet space... hell, put them under my bed if you have to... or in my shower since I'm not destined to use it any time soon!
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> The war should have only lasted a year and a half instead of four.
WillFMarlowe: ::as an adult getting his ass kicked in his own quarters by a squeaking furry thing, he is now embarrassed beyond endurance::
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> But since you cancelled that mission...
Kiley Airell: <<ROFL Will!>>
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> Here we are.
Lt TKirr: <<haha>>
VAdm Sankoh: FAdm Blackthorne> ::sits down hard::
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL.}}
MajorAZinthys: +Suli+ ::blinks:: Understood,msir.
Captain Sullivan: <<It.... squeaked?>>
WillFMarlowe: ::rummages through drawers and cabinets looking for a phaser::
JainaBlackthorne: This entire timeline... happened because of one mission?
Captain Sullivan: <<ANyone else reminded of the Looney Tunes episode where Sylvester was trying to teach his son how to hunt mice?>>
VAdm Sankoh: Schwartz> Because the Atlantis succeeded in getting the Galaxy-class tech back from the Dominion before they could learn from it.
VAdm Sankoh: << I LOVE that episode! "Oh, the shame... my father, beaten up by a mouse!" ::bag on head::>>
Kiley Airell: <<LOL . . . was a good one>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{I was always partial to Bugs Bunny. :-(}}
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Sankoh: PAUSE SIM
Kiley Airell: ::paused::
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at padd:: 97%!
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
Captain Sullivan: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-hut!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@ - again::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: :::hands Airell the cookie::::
Kiley Airell: ::hides the cookie::
Captain Sullivan: <<If you give a mouse a cookie.....>>
VAdm Sankoh: So, as you can see, things got even more screwed up this week. :-)
Captain Sullivan: And I wasn't even using power tools!