You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Captain Sullivan: Not quite so brooding!
MCptAdamDrake: Welcome back Admiral, welcome Captain Ketchum!
Captain Sullivan
: Even cheerful at times!
VAdm Blackthorne: Captain, welcome. ::Sankoh::
Captain Sullivan: Or at least openly lustful.
MajorAZinthys: Like Suli never did that...
Captain Sullivan: She was much more discrete and repressed.
MCptAdamDrake: Oh, he's yellow. :-(
EnsAxelrod: Reminds me of another Captain...
VAdm Blackthorne
: So, any other questions?
MCptAdamDrake: ::glares at Axelrod::
: Not you Drake.
: ::chuckles::
MCptAdamDrake: Then who?
Captain Sullivan
: :::waves::::
MajorAZinthys: where, exactly, are we in the plotline?
EnsAxelrod: The person who waved
: Oh.
: ::smiles::
: I knew that - I was testing you. ;-)
Captain Sullivan: How are we explaining the appearance of the Marines?
EnsAxelrod: Sure you were.
: ::thwaps Drake::
MCptAdamDrake: ::thwaps Zinthys back:: We don't hit.
: :-P
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters::: I can't help I do lustful well.
VAdm Blackthorne: They were always here, just not stationed on Atlantis. ;-)
EnsAxelrod: LOL
: I just really do hate when people say that.
MCptAdamDrake: Sneaky...I need to learn that.
VAdm Blackthorne
: The Aerospace force is no more, since the factors that led to its creation never happened. But we do still have the Mustang fighters aboard.
MajorAZinthys: And how did *I* become a marine?
EnsAxelrod: Ahh, but cool at the same time.
VAdm Blackthorne
: Up to you. :-)
MajorAZinthys: right
Captain Sullivan: You don't remember signing up? Or boot camp?
MCptAdamDrake: ::chuckles::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Hey, I'm still a pilot. :-)
Captain Sullivan: And I'm still a Captain.
MajorAZinthys: The only thing I remember remotely like boot camp was some red-haired lady in a nurse's outfit with a whip
VAdm Blackthorne: We are also no longer based at Alexandria, but back to just the Atlantis.
MCptAdamDrake: And I'm just the Engineer.
Captain Sullivan
: :::tries to yank her pips off her collar::::
EnsAxelrod: I'll brb, got to let my sister check her e-mail.
: Although I don't think that ever really happened to me...
Lt TKirr has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: <<Bad alarm clock! Bad!>>
MCptAdamDrake: Evening T'Kirr! :-)
VAdm Blackthorne: Hey, T'Kirr. We're in the middle of a Q&A session for the timeline shift.
Captain Sullivan: Was that when I was a Cardassian?
MCptAdamDrake: Will you with us?
: Will!?
: yes
Captain Sullivan: :::shudders::::
MajorAZinthys: ::laughs::
Lt TKirr: I was gonna read the email before I came on... did you make one?
MCptAdamDrake: Did he make an e-mail. LOL
VAdm Blackthorne
: No, I didn't. ::ducks::
Lt TKirr: Well I didn't see it earlier so...
Lt TKirr: Hehe ok
MajorAZinthys: so what else is new...
Lt TKirr: Then I won't look. ;-)
Captain Sullivan: Well, since the Captain at the time of the shift was Zuriyev.... and now it is Blackthorne... I supposed we did a few things in the mean time to cause me to get promoted and you to become a jarhead.
MCptAdamDrake: What DID happen to Zuriyev?
VAdm Blackthorne
: Ah, but in the correct timeline, things don't have to have happened exactly as they did before all of this happened.
VAdm Blackthorne: Things can be different.
Captain Sullivan: Stop it!
Captain Sullivan: You're making my head hurt!
MajorAZinthys: so this is *almost* the same plotline
Lt TKirr: Hahaha
VAdm Blackthorne: Zuriyev married Brooke Dolan, got his fourth star, and is now working in San Francisco.
CptKetchum: :-X
VAdm Blackthorne: Had to throw some quirks at ya. ;-)
MCptAdamDrake: Wait a second, I went to the wedding between you and Tempest. ::Falls down holding his head::
: I can't take it!
VAdm Blackthorne
: Almost the same as it was, but not quite.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Brains ooze out his ears and onto the floor, sizzling and such::
: ::Looks at Suli:: So does this mean that.... no wedding....
Lt TKirr: ::steps aside::
Captain Sullivan: Oh, crap
Captain Sullivan: We have to start all OVER again!
MajorAZinthys: d'oh
Lt TKirr: The test of true role players :-)
MCptAdamDrake: Oy.
Captain Sullivan
: UNLESS that happened at the Zuriyev/Dolan wedding!
VAdm Blackthorne: No you don't! It could have been another wedding aboard ship. The timeline is malleable; play with it.
MajorAZinthys: unless... you want to say that we've already done it.... and are married...
CptKetchum: (or the kids could come running in anytime)
: hit me at anytime...
VAdm Blackthorne: It very well could have.
Captain Sullivan: :::thwaps Zinthys:::
MajorAZinthys: thank you
MCptAdamDrake: ::is married to his job::
Lt TKirr
: ::knows it::
MajorAZinthys: ::Thankfully, is not Adam's job::
VAdm Blackthorne: Any other questions?
MCptAdamDrake: ::would die if Zinthys was his job::
Lt TKirr
: I'm going to have a hard time knowing where to start..
MajorAZinthys: ::Thinks about becoming Adam's job::
VAdm Blackthorne: Zinthys, Drake, just put the brakes on that right there, thanks. :-)
Captain Sullivan: :::would also die if that scenario was true::::
MajorAZinthys: ::Stops thinking::
MCptAdamDrake: You don't think anyway. :-X How could you stop?
VAdm Blackthorne
: We start at Earth. Good place to start a spaceflight.
Lt TKirr: Very... classic
MajorAZinthys: Just gotta get the last word in, even though he told us to stop, didn't you?
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at him:: Who's getting the last word?
Captain Sullivan
: :::twirls her cattle prod and looks at them both::::
MajorAZinthys: ooohhh, earth. How exotic
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at the Captain and smiles, points to Allen and steps away slowly::
Captain Sullivan
: Don't piss off the hormonal pregnant woman.
MajorAZinthys: ::Laughs::
Lt TKirr: ::nod::
MCptAdamDrake: Pregnant?
VAdm Blackthorne
: So, if there are no more questions, then here's where we're starting for our short little sim tonight.
Lt Commander FJ has entered the room.
Captain Sullivan: A formal ball!
MCptAdamDrake: {{FJ got promoted! :-)}}
Captain Sullivan
: Oh, sorry.... was just being insane.
VAdm Blackthorne: That comes later. ;-)
Captain Sullivan: Ack! No!
MajorAZinthys: ::hides::
VAdm Blackthorne: Hey FJ, whaddya say?
MCptAdamDrake: ::hears crickets::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Just to sum things up for you FJ, we've moved back into the normal Trek timeline.
Captain Sullivan: And are rejoicing
Lt Commander FJ: so, I'm who I was now before then... hangon...
Captain Sullivan: :::hugs the Atlantis::::
VAdm Blackthorne: You don't have to have changed at all.
VAdm Blackthorne: It's almost the same timeline as before, but not quite.
VAdm Blackthorne: So, for tonight, Atlantis is in Starbase One, at Earth. The ship has just undergone a major refit and is sparkling new, with everyone getting to play with the new toys resulting from the refit as we prepare for launch.
Lt Commander FJ has left the room.
Lt TKirr: Lol, he didn't like it
VAdm Blackthorne: Any final questions?
MCptAdamDrake: No sir.
Lt TKirr
: Yeah... where do we start again lol
Lt TKirr: J/K
VAdm Blackthorne: :-P
VAdm Blackthorne: Thus begins Atlantis, Chapter Five.
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
MCptAdamDrake: ::Walks through the docking port onto the Atlantis, his eyes gazing down each corridor::
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::sitting in the brand new center-seat, it not having grown accustomed to his butt yet, tries to get comfortable::
Captain Sullivan: :::in 10F, reveling in her brooding darkness as she leans over the new pool table, the butter softness of her leather pants clinging to her every curve:::
Lt TKirr: ::walks through a miscellaneous hallway of the shiny new ship, completely unaffected by its newness except in the area of satisfaction, and annoyed at most other's excitement::
EnsAxelrod: <<Back>>
: ::steps into the TL:: Deck Sixteen, main engineering.
: ::rides the TL up a couple of decks and steps into the engine room::
: ::walks in::
: ::Is in engineering::
has left the room.
MCptAdamDrake: Lieutenant JG Michael Jeddin> ::snaps to attention:: Chief, welcome to Engineering.
: ::motions:: At east, Lieutenant. How goes the refit?
: Lieutenant JG Michael Jeddin> ::motions to Axelrod:: He'd no more, I just got here.
: ::walks over to Axelrod:: Status report, Ensign?
Lt TKirr
: ::makes a checklist in her mind of what to go over at her station as she mounts the lift:: Bridge.
EnsAxelrod: Status good sir.
: Any problems?
: ::Smiles::
: ::Setting in his security office::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::sniffs at the new starship smell::
EnsAxelrod: Reamrkably, none yet.
: <<remarkably*>>
Captain Sullivan
: :::humming to the tune coming from the brand new jukebox:::: Guess I'll die another day....
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I need to inform Admiral Blackthorne, I figured it look better coming from someone in person. You have engineering Ensign.
: ::walks out and to the TL:: Bridge.
: ::standing on an Orcadian cliff, leaning agaisnt a massive standing stone, looking out to sea for a final few minutes before his departure::
EnsAxelrod: Yes sir.
: ::doors slid shut and he starts his ascent to the bridge::
: Yet being the key word though.
Captain Sullivan
: :::watches the balls split with a satisfying crack::::
Lt TKirr: ::arrives at the bridge and looks about as the doors swish open, getting her first view of the bridge, completely unimpressed, outwardly, of course::
MajorAZinthys: <<eeek!>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<I'm glad I wasn't the only one to eek at that.>>
Captain Sullivan: <<:::laughs evilly:::>>
MajorAZinthys: <<I mean, we always knew Suli was a ball-buster, but damn...>>
EnsAxelrod: <<LOL>>
: {{LOL}}
Lt TKirr
: <<Anyway...>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Hey, look, a sim...}}
Captain Sullivan
: <<Just letting everyone know that she is back.....>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out onto the bridge and almost runs into a rather shapely Vulcan::
: {{Is this the first time I'll be meeting the Vice Admiral?}}
: ::Grabs a PADD and stands:
MCptAdamDrake: {{Like you JUST got command?}}
Lt TKirr
: ::turns as she is almost run into::
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::watching from a discrete distance:::: Nice break, sir.
Captain Sullivan: Thank you, Solitaire.
MajorAZinthys: something smells in here...
VAdm Blackthorne: {{No, he didn't just get command.}}
MajorAZinthys: ::walks out a notices a group of marines coming back from training::
Lt TKirr: <<Um, do I know you? =P>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Nods to them::
MajorAZinthys: I'll be in the lounge if I'm needed.
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL::
MajorAZinthys: Deck 10.
MCptAdamDrake: ::regains balance:: Sorry, Lieutenant.
Captain Sullivan
: Solitaire> You are welcome, sir. Would you care for another beer? ::::sets the frosty mug on the nearby table:::
Lt TKirr: ::raises a brow at Drake:: There's no problem.
Lt TKirr: ::walks to her station sublimely::
WillFMarlowe: ::pulls a bronze medal bearing the vine-crowned visage of the Green Knight from under his uniform and runs his thumb over the engraved metal:: Well . . . time to go. ::stuffs the medal back into his shirt::
WillFMarlowe: +Transporter chief+ One to beam up.
Lt TKirr: <<Whether I know you or not doesn't seem to matter to my char anyway lol>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Starts to drum on the console with his index fingers.::
: ::stands and looks at the Vice Admiral::
Lt TKirr
: ::looks over her console, eager for when it becomes completely familiar to her, and begins to experiment with it::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<EDIT: Actually, since this character is new, I think it'd be easier if he did just get command. Zuriyev just got promoted and transferred away.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<That way y'all don't have to figure out how you know me.>>
MCptAdamDrake: Marine Captain Adam Drake, Chief Engineer, reporting for duty, sir. ::Stands at attention::
Captain Sullivan
: :::give an evil smile to the balls as she lines up her next shot, her slender, tapered fingers stroking the finely grained cue stick in a masterful nature::::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands as the Marine snaps to attention:: At ease, Captain.
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out of the TL::
MajorAZinthys: ::Enters the 10-Forward Lounge::
WillFMarlowe: ::materializes in the transporter room of Starbase 1, then makes his way to a turbolift and voices the correct docking port::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Stands at east::
: *east
: *ease
VAdm Blackthorne
: How long have you been this ship's Chief Engineer, Captain?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::already knows the answer::
MajorAZinthys: ::Notices Suli's presence before the doors slide closed behind him::
MCptAdamDrake: ::tries to think:: Seven Months, sir.
Captain Sullivan
: Solitaire> :::looks over as the doors open and fades into the shadows::::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gauges how much pride Drake puts into that statement::
Lt TKirr: ::clearly hears Drake and Blackthorne's conversation, but only looks up from her console occasionally::
MajorAZinthys: ::Admires Suli's derriere since she's bent over the pool table::
WillFMarlowe: ::steps out of the lift and crosses the docking port and into the Atlantis::
Captain Sullivan: :::tips her head to the side, trying to ignore the tingle that runs up the back of her neck::::
CptKetchum has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent. Keep her running well, Captain.
CptKetchum has left the room.
EnsAxelrod: ::Checks the status of the Mustangs.:: Hello beatifuls.
Captain Sullivan
: ::::taps the cue ball with a solid thunk and sinks a pair of solids:::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I thought you'd like an update on our current situation, sir. A more personal informing than over the comm.
: ::Walks over to her slowly::
Captain Sullivan: :::refuses to look behind herself as she straightens and keeps her eyes on the table::::
VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, I would indeed.
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console near him, bringing up diagnostics:: Engineering can run at 94% efficiency. I have a team working on the last power grid to get that to 100%. An hour, tops. Other than that, we're ready for departure.
VAdm Blackthorne
: And the refit? How much of an improvement can I expect?
WillFMarlowe: ::places his hand on a touch pad near the airlock:: Computer> Marlowe, William F. Security clearance level 4 granted.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: Substantial increase in the effectiveness and response time on virtually every system.
: ::removes his hand and finds another turbolift:: Deck 10.
Captain Sullivan: :::commands herself to breathe as she places the end of her cue stick next to the instep of her booted foot::::
MCptAdamDrake: The sense palettes alone were increased three fold in their accuracy.
VAdm Blackthorne
: Excellent. Anything else to report?
MajorAZinthys: ::Places his hands on the side of the table:: May I join, Captain?
MajorAZinthys: I have been told that it is much more fun to play with another than to play with yourself.
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: Not at this time, sir. But, of course, I'll keep you entirely apprised.
VAdm Blackthorne
: Dismissed.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods and snaps to attention:: Aye, sir. ::walks back into the TL, but not before giving a second glance at T'Kirr::
Captain Sullivan
: :::looks at him coolly with a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth::: Am I to understand that you normally play with yourself?
MCptAdamDrake: Deck Sixteen.
: ::exits the lift and spends perhaps too much time searching for his quarters::
MCptAdamDrake: {{LOL.}}
Lt TKirr
: ::doesn't look back::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns to T'Kirr:: Lieutenant T'Kirr, if I'm not mistaken?
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL down fifteen decks::
: It is rare that I find another I want to play with.
Lt TKirr: ::looks up and stands at attention:: Yes, sir.
Captain Sullivan: Solitaire> :::snorts from the safety of her shadows:::
VAdm Blackthorne: At ease.
Lt TKirr: ::eases::
MCptAdamDrake: ::Walks out into engineering::
Lt TKirr
: ::slightly::
VAdm Blackthorne: And what is the status of Science?
EnsAxelrod: ::Notices Draek.:: Welcome back sir, Engineering is again yours.
Captain Sullivan
: Really now..... :::tosses him the cue:::: Let's see how well you handle a stick.
EnsAxelrod: <<Drake*>>
Lt TKirr
: Systems appear to be fully operational, sir. I have not yet been able to discover all the new intracacies, but I will have a report to you within the hour.
MCptAdamDrake: ::takes a seat at a panel:: What's the duration left on the power grid?
: ::Catches it:: So this is a test, then?
MajorAZinthys: Pity. I did not study.
WillFMarlowe: ::finds his quarters and, finding his belongings piled neatly in the middle of the room, leaves for sickbay::
Lt TKirr: <<You two aren't playing on two different levels or anything>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: And the status of the science officer?
Lt TKirr: ::raises a curious brow:: Sir?
Captain Sullivan: :::arches an eyebrow::: Oh? It doesn't come naturally for you?
Lt TKirr: ::thinks she understands:: Ready for duty, sir.
EnsAxelrod: We are now at 96% and increasing.
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::nods:: Excellent. I understand that you're a pilot?
MajorAZinthys: Well, you manipulated the balls here so skillfully, that I am not sure you've left me with much.
Lt TKirr: Aye, sir.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Great. And other pending projects?
Captain Sullivan
: :::shrugs::: Well, if you're not up to the challenge..... :::leaves the statement hanging::::
VAdm Blackthorne: Are you qualified on my Mustang fighters?
EnsAxelrod: Other pending projects sir?
Lt TKirr
: ::nods once:: I finished training last week in preparation.
MajorAZinthys: ::Leans over the table, making sure to waggle his ass at her more than a little::
WillFMarlowe: ::enters yet another lift:: Deck 15.
MCptAdamDrake: Holodecks? Replicators? Mustangs? Anything that is still being worked on? ::looks over for a fraction of a second::
: ::Connects with the stick to the cue ball::
Captain Sullivan: ::::chews her lower lip and clenches her hands at her sides::::
MajorAZinthys: ::It connects, but goes spiraling into a solid that goes nowhere near a pocket::
MajorAZinthys: ::It does, however, hit a stripe that spins into a corner pocket::
EnsAxelrod: Well the Mustangs are completely ready. I just finished checking those.
Captain Sullivan
: :::steps behind Zinthys and leans against his back as she looks over his shoulder:::: Nice shot.
EnsAxelrod: ::Taps on the consoles.:: The holodecks look like they're ready to go.
: ::exits the lift and walks down the corridor to sickbay::
EnsAxelrod: And it appears that the replicators still need some tweaking.
: Captain, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were happy to see me.
VAdm Blackthorne: Given the newness of this design, I would like to see a qualifying flight myself.
Lt TKirr: Understood, sir. When should I perform it?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks around for the CMO and finds none::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: How long?
Captain Sullivan
: :::nostrils flare as she inhales deeply::: You smell good.... for a Marine. :::chuckles::: People might speculate that I've missed you.
MajorAZinthys: You know me. I can't resist a challenge.
EnsAxelrod: I'd say another 30 minutes tops.
: Even if it forces me away from my family
VAdm Blackthorne: After we launch. Once I'm satisfied, I'll award you with the credentials of a member in this newly created squadron.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods again:: Get on it. Other than that, are we good to go?
Lt TKirr
: ::nods again, standing still and watching him::
EnsAxelrod: Should be. ::Looks at Drake.:: Just keep your fingers crossed.
Captain Sullivan
: :::smiles and lets her cheek brush his feeling the slight stubble against her smooth skin:::: Welcome home, Stranger.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures to the gold pair of wings under his commbadge:: I expect to see you wearing a set of these after your first qualifying flight.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: I hope I won't have to.
: You and me both.
: Well, if this is the welcome I get for coming home, I just might have to leave more often.
Lt TKirr: ::stands motionless, eyes flicking down to the pin on his chest:: I would be honored, sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: That's the attitude I like in members of my squadrons. Dismissed.
WillFMarlowe: Nurse Karanova> Sir? Can I help you?
WillFMarlowe: Has the CMO checked in yet?
EnsAxelrod: ::Turns back to the console to finish up.::
Lt TKirr
: ::nods in acknowledgement and returns to collecting her report at her station::
Captain Sullivan: :::laughs as she straightens and breaks the contact between them::: Don't think you're off the hook that easily. I deserved more than a "See you later" message on my communications console.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at a PADD:: Are you kidding me? Downed biobed?
VAdm Blackthorne
: T'Kirr, you have the bridge.
MCptAdamDrake: Ensign? ::to Axelrod::
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::enters the turbolift::
VAdm Blackthorne: Sickbay.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> Yes, doctor. I believe she is in her quarters right now. She left orders that new personnel are to familiarize themselves with the new equipment as they arrive.
Lt TKirr: <<K this might be analyzing *too* much but... everyone who's interacting with each other have matching types of font...>>
EnsAxelrod: Yes?
: ::Turns and rests on his elbows on the table, looking up at her:: I had to leave quickly. I've explained this to you.
Lt TKirr: <<Okay, well they did>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::tosses him a PADD:: Would you please handle this sickbay problem?
: <<How is ours matching?>>
Captain Sullivan: Didn't make it any easier.
Lt TKirr: <<Zinth-Sulli have same font>>
Captain Sullivan: :::shrugs::: But I'm all grown up.... I dealt with it.
Lt TKirr: <<Drake-Axe same font, bold>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Catches the PADD.:: Sure thing boss.
Lt TKirr
: <<Blackthorne and mine both looser font>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::exits the TL and enters sickbay::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks around for the doctor in charge::
Lt TKirr: <<Anyway>>
EnsAxelrod: <<And Marlowe's talking to himself, I see what you mean TKirr...>>
: I'm sorry I had to do that to you, but you realize how important this was to me. I couldn't very well miss the last shuttle.
Captain Sullivan: :::waves a hand dismissively and steps more closely again::: You can make it up to me later..... if you want.
EnsAxelrod: ::Walks out of Engineering and makes way to TL.::
Lt TKirr
: ::finishes up at her station, and needs to go check physical systems elsewhere, but stands holding the Bridge until Blackthorne's return::
WillFMarlowe: Thank you. ::moves to a bank of consoles and starts pushing buttons::
MajorAZinthys: Of couse I do.
Lt TKirr: <<He didn't see you, Blackthorne =P>>
Captain Sullivan: Then tell me you missed me, you fool.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Walks up behind Marlowe and he's the closest doctor::
EnsAxelrod: ::Enters TL.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Doctor?
EnsAxelrod: Sickbay,
: ::Rests his weight against the small of his back::
WillFMarlowe: ::jumps a bit:: Oh . . . sorry, sir. yes?
MajorAZinthys: ::Grabs her and hugs her to him::
MajorAZinthys: <w> I missed you.
VAdm Blackthorne: You are Doctor... Marlowe, correct? ::Remembers his face from his profile::
Captain Sullivan: :::a broad, genuine smile breaks across her face suddenly and she wraps her arms around him::: I missed you, too. :::chuckles as her voice cracks:::
WillFMarlowe: ::nods:: Yes, sir.
Captain Sullivan: :::murmurs::: More than I thought I would.
EnsAxelrod: ::TL arrives. Steps into the hallway and proceeds to Sickbay.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: Where is the CMO?
MajorAZinthys: I'm happy to see you, too
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks into his office, shifting the stuff on his desk::
: ::indicates Karanova:: The nurse said that she went to her quarters. Is there something I can help you with?
Captain Sullivan: :::blissfully unaware of the gentle murmurs and glances they are getting from the rest of 10F:::
VAdm Blackthorne: Yes. What is the status of sickbay?
EnsAxelrod: ::Enters Sickbay. Is reading over PADD.::
: ...but don't you think you're putting your reputation on the line, here?
Captain Sullivan: What reputation? The one of the cold hearted bitch who wanders the ship at all hours of the night in a restless patrol?
WillFMarlowe: Fully operational. ::motions vaguely to the diagnostic console behind him:: It looks like the staff is still getting used to the new systems here, but everything is working perfectly.
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks around, notices Marlowe talking to an unfamiliar man. Figures it's a new ensign fresh on board and proceeds to the nearest nurse.::
: Yeah, that one
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::to Axelrod:: Can I help you, sir?
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent, Ensign.
VAdm Blackthorne: And the status of crew physicals?
EnsAxelrod: Ah yes, I have a report here saying that you have a downed Biobed.
: I just came by to check it out and possibly get it back up and running.
: Karanova> Over there. ::points::
EnsAxelrod: Thank you.
: ::Walks over to the Biobed and checks the panel.::
Captain Sullivan
: :::grins as she shifts her weight against him::: Let them wonder....
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the PADD and tosses it in the replicator::
Lt TKirr
: ::stands at her post on the Bridge, having gone through everything she can from the top of the ship, waiting patiently for Blackthorne's return, her mind wandering::
MajorAZinthys: but,you know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
WillFMarlowe: They're being completed as the last of the crew is coming aboard. I or another doctor will inform you when everything is finished.
Captain Sullivan: Too much makes the heart go wander. :::looks at him questioningly:::
VAdm Blackthorne: Good to hear. Keep it up, doc. ::smiles and exits sickbay::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TL:: Bridge!
MajorAZinthys: What, you don't trust me?
WillFMarlowe: Thank you, sir. ::walks to Axelrod:: Is something wrong?
MajorAZinthys: Be serious. I knew the whole time I was coming back to you.
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks to Marlowe.:: That's what I'm here to figure out.
VAdm Blackthorne
: ::exits the TL onto the bridge::
Lt TKirr has left the room.
Captain Sullivan: :::stifles the sarcastic quip that had sprung to her lips and looks serious::: I didn't doubt you for a second.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at her funny:: So why would you even bring it up?
MCptAdamDrake: ::puts his feet on the desk and starts going over crew reports::
: Let me know. ::turns to a group of crewmembers who just entered and starts administering their physicals::
Captain Sullivan: Old habits die hard.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> ::assists Marlowe::
MCptAdamDrake: Ensign Aaron Aardvark. ::realizes it's alphabetical:: Oh, by the Gods... ::mutters::
: What are you talking about?
MCptAdamDrake: This is going to take me forever.
Lt TKirr
has entered the room.
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes out a panel on the bottom of the Biobed and scans it with a Tri-Corder.
Lt TKirr
: <<blue screens of DEATH>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Exits onto the bridge::
Captain Sullivan: :::fingers his collar::: What my heart told me... my brain didn't always believe. :::shrugs::: It's hard for me to trust.... you know that.... that doesn't mean I don't trust you... it just means that I'm.... scared.
Captain Sullivan: <<:::paints Kirr's screen red::::>>
Lt TKirr: ::turns:: Admiral.
VAdm Blackthorne: Lieutenant. I have the bridge.
Lt TKirr: ::nods and exits::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chastises himself for admiring the shapely Vulcan as she exits::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes the center seat::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::and notices that he's rather alone on the bridge, decides to light a fire under the crew::
Lt TKirr: ::rides TL down::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::taps the arm of his chair::
MajorAZinthys: Well don't be. I care for you too much to jeopardize our relationship.
WillFMarlowe: Crewman> ::as Marowe is going through his physical:: What the hell? I just came in here because I had a headache . . .
VAdm Blackthorne: +SHIPWIDE+ Attention Atlantis crew. This is Vice Admiral Ian Blackthorne, the new CO. Pep talk and all of that comes later, but I'm certainly glad to be commanding this fine vessel.
MCptAdamDrake: ::ears perk::
Lt TKirr
: ::looks up::
Captain Sullivan: :::hugs him hard and buries her face in his neck::: I'm very glad to hear you say that.
EnsAxelrod: ::Listens to the CO while he fixes the problem.::
VAdm Blackthorne
: +SHIPWIDE+ Atlantis will be launching in one hour. All hands to duty stations in preparation. Anyone not leaving Earth had better get off.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
MajorAZinthys: ::pauses::
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
Lt TKirr
: ::pauses::