You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
MCptAdamDrake: Evening Admiral! :-)
VAdm Blackthorne: Hello, everyone.
Lt TKirr: Hiyas ^_^
Captain Sullivan has entered the room.
MCptAdamDrake: Captain! Nice to see you! :-)
Captain Sullivan: Hello!
EnsAxelrod has entered the room.
MCptAdamDrake: Axe!
EnsAxelrod: Hello
MCptAdamDrake: ::hears crickets::
MCptAdamDrake: Crickets> ::chirping::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, folks, let's get this show on the road.
MajorAZinthys: Where are we taking it?
MCptAdamDrake: Omaha!
MajorAZinthys: ewww
MajorAZinthys: I was thinking New Zealand. That would be cool.
Captain Sullivan: I was kind of hoping for someplace warm.
MCptAdamDrake: Maui
EnsAxelrod: Corn Heaven?
MCptAdamDrake: How about Reyjavik, Iceland.
Lt TKirr: Loggin' outta EQ, freezes me a min
VAdm Blackthorne: Captain, please work your ear-splitting magic.
Captain Sullivan: Yes, sir
Captain Sullivan: TWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEET!
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: Compant!
EnsAxelrod: ::Stuffs cottonballs in ears::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: Atten-hut!
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
Captain Sullivan: :::gives Kirr a cookie::: @
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
SolanDahl has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: <<Welcome!>>
SolanDahl: <<*runs in out of breath*>>
Captain Sullivan: Hmmmmmm..... nice uniform, Doctor. =)
MajorAZinthys: What's a "compant"?
Lt TKirr: ::/eye Zinth
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps Zinthys::
Captain Sullivan: A compact company
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks up and down the line of officers::
MajorAZinthys: ::Twitches on the floor::
MCptAdamDrake: ::stands up as straight as possible::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight the Atlantis is cruising to a destination only known by the Admiral, and the ship is fairly quiet.
Captain Sullivan: :::helps Zinthys up:::
CptKetchum has entered the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: Our ship still has new starship smell from the refit, and of course, there are bugs to work out of the systems. Call this a shakedown cruise.
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
VAdm Blackthorne: I see none, so...
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
MCptAdamDrake: ::walking around engineering with a PADD of things to do::
Captain Sullivan: ::::sitting in her chair, wondering what that fresh pine scent is:::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::in his office reviewing the list of qualified pilots aboard::
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, treating an engineer with a cold::
Lt TKirr: ::standing at her station, feeling the end of her shift::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::sitting in sickbay, going over different research proposals that have come to her attention::
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks around for Axelrod::
Lt TKirr: <<I thought the common cold was eradicated>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Checks the systems throughout the ship.::
MajorAZinthys: ::standing in front of Tactical, ensuring that everything is working::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks out of the ready room onto the bridge::
MCptAdamDrake: ::sees him and walks over:: Axe, wanna help me with a bug in the replicator systems?
Lt TKirr: ::looks up as an Ensign enters the bridge, and still familiaring herself with the newer members, waits patiently::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks as the Admiral enters and straightens up:::
VAdm Blackthorne: Status, Captain?
WillFMarlowe: <<Maybe it's a different, more futurey sort of sickness unrelated to our colds, but is about as frequent and as annoying. Or maybe I just didn't catch that episode. <g>>>
Lt TKirr: ::watches Admiral::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::sighs softly, and sets the proposals down. None of them having any bit of merit at the moment.::
EnsAxelrod: Sure.
MCptAdamDrake: ::hands him the PADD:: Deck Four. Power is being drained from the power conduits in section 33 Alpha.
MajorAZinthys: <<Oh no. Faulty replicator systems. What are we gonna have left after Adam gets done with it?>>
Captain Sullivan: All systems are running at optimum.
SolanDahl: <<LOL Zinthys>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent. Have all qualified pilots aboard meet me in holodeck one.
Lt TKirr: Ens. Jennings> ::walks up to Science:: I'm here for my shift, T'Kirr.
Captain Sullivan: Aye, sir
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::checks over peoples records for those who are in need of physicals.::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks into the TL::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::directs it appropriately::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Something that resembles charred steak and melted butter. You know, the usual.}}
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes PADD. Reads over it.:: Section 33 Alpha, ok.
Lt TKirr: ::turns to Jennings, seeing a young blonde Human with a nervous eye:: Very well. What is your name, Ensign?
Captain Sullivan: *Pilots* Captain Sullivan to all qualified pilots... please report to Holodeck One immediately.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::chuckles reading one of the names on the list the computer compiled. Stands up and walks out into main sickbay::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Enters the holodeck::
VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, load training program Blackthorne Atlantis One.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at Axe and takes his PADD back:: That's you Ensign, I'll handle the replicator systems. ::smiles:: Go on, get.
Lt TKirr: Ens. Jennings> Ensign Jennings, sir. I know you are Lieutenant T'Kirr. Pleased to meet you. ::holds out a hand::
Captain Sullivan: :::leans back against her chair and fidgets::::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::a hologram of the Atlantis's assault bay appears around him::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Dr. Marlowe, can I have a word with you in my office for a minute? ::was oging to have some fun with this::
Captain Sullivan: <<Translation: Those of you who are establishing yourselves as fighter pilots.... get your butts to HD1 =) >>
Lt TKirr: ::glances over at Sullivan's announcement, then back to Jennings:: Ensign Jennings. I will see you tomorrow. ::nods once and enters the TL, leaving a rather uncomfortable ensign at her station::
WillFMarlowe: ::yawns softly and leaves the medcorder on a counter:: Of course, Doctor. ::steps into Airell's office::
EnsAxelrod: On my way sir, thank you for alowing me to go. ::Rushes off to HD1.::
Lt TKirr: ::rides TL to HD1::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::sits on the edge of her desk and looks at him:: How long have you been on the Atlantis now Doctor?
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: Damn pilots. ::walks out of Engineering to a TL:: Deck Four, VIP Deck.
WillFMarlowe: About as long as you have. Why?
Lt TKirr: <<You're just jealous you don't have anything left to blow up with your own personal gun>>
CptKetchum has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::approaches HD1::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Hey, I could blow up the whole ship if I wanted. :-P}}
VAdm Blackthorne: ::waiting in the holo-assault bay::
EnsAxelrod: <<Sorry if I'm slow on my return statements, I'm dealing with somethings afk, so i'll be at and afk for a little more time.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out of the TL on the lavish deck:: Very Important Person. Why don't I live up here? ::walks down and realizes that the problem is in one of the VIP quarters::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Well, I don't seem to have a recent physical for you on record. When was the last time you had one?
EnsAxelrod: >>
Lt TKirr: ::walks through holodeck bay doors, hands behind her back, trying to appear at ease::
EnsAxelrod: ::Jumps into TL.:: Holodeck 1.
VAdm Blackthorne: Lieutenant. ::nods to her::
WillFMarlowe: ::swallows:: That's--that's absurd. I had one before the refit was complete. It should be on file.
Lt TKirr: Ens. Jennings> ::pokes about the Science console timidly::
Lt TKirr: ::nods back and stands near Blackthorne, at the ready::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::notes that she doesn't seem quite at ease::
Lt TKirr: <<Nervous Marlowe? =P>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::sees his reaction and chuckles:: I'm sure you had one before the refit . . . A year or two before that is.
Lt TKirr: ::evades the Admiral's gaze, looking around the <empty?> holodeck::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<There are Mustangs lined up.>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks up to a VIP door:: Computer, override VIP Quarters Apha 3 for Engineer Clearance.
VAdm Blackthorne: Lieutenant, are you alright?
Lt TKirr: ::forces her eyes to Blackthorne:: ..Sir?
WillFMarlowe: Of course. I mean--that is to say--I keep up with my physicals, of course.
MCptAdamDrake: {{*Alpha}}
Lt TKirr: <<Come save me, Axe>>
EnsAxelrod: ::TL arrives sprints to HD!.::
MCptAdamDrake: Computer> Security Access Code needed for entrance into VIP quarters.
EnsAxelrod: <<I'm coming
VAdm Blackthorne: You seem nervous.
EnsAxelrod: >>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::chuckles more:: Do you now? That's why you're behind on them, is it Doctor?
MCptAdamDrake: Override those precautions, authorization Drake Theta Echo Nine.
MCptAdamDrake: Computer> Authorization confirmed. ::Doors slide open::
Lt TKirr: ::looks almost hurt. ..Almost.:: I'm fit for duty, Admiral.
MCptAdamDrake: ::carries his toolkit into the room::
EnsAxelrod: ::Slows down, catches breath, checks the hair and goat, and then strides into the Holodeck.::
WillFMarlowe: ::gives up and laughs quietly:: Exactly. I know precisely how long it's been since my last one.
VAdm Blackthorne: As you say, Lieutenant. ::half smiles and turns to see Axe enter::
Lt TKirr: ::turns gratefully at Axe::
SolanDahl: <<Goat, Axelrod???>>
Lt TKirr: <<goatee...>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Ensign, welcome.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::laughs:: That's much better. It's really not that painful. In fact, I'm due for one myself. Why don't we get them both done?
MCptAdamDrake: ::pulls off the panel for the replicator and peers inside::
Captain Sullivan: ::::looks around the bridge:::
MajorAZinthys: <<Well, doesn't that get your goat>>
SolanDahl: <<LOL>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<fa-dump, schhh!>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::runs a scanner over the components::
EnsAxelrod: <<thank you T'Kirr for clarifying for me>>
Lt TKirr: <<It was a guess>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::rubs his chin:: Power drain, but no cause. Could be an anomoly.
VAdm Blackthorne: Looks like this is everyone, for now.
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks at the Admiral.:: Sir.
WillFMarlowe: All right. You're the superior officer here--which of us goes first?
Lt TKirr: ::turns back to Blackthorne and waits at attn::
VAdm Blackthorne: At ease, please.
Lt TKirr: ::eases a little::
VAdm Blackthorne: These are the new Mustang-class fighters.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>I was always taught to lead by example. I will take mine first. ::hands the Doc a Medical Tricorder and walks out into the main sickbay::
EnsAxelrod: ::Goes to at ease.::
Lt TKirr: <<Doctor bonding time>>
Captain Sullivan: Major Zinthys? :::looks at her chairside console:::
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks up inside:: Computer, a glass of milk please.
SolanDahl: <<LOL . . . you want in on it TKirr?? I could always order your physical next ;-) >>
VAdm Blackthorne: I have worked at Utopia Planetia for two years designing them, and needless to say, I'm quite proud to see them deployed, especially under my command.
Captain Sullivan: <<Isn't it sweet? =) >>
Lt TKirr: <<lol =)>>
MCptAdamDrake: Computer> ::replicates Warp Coolant - glows blue::
SolanDahl: <<You want one too Sulli? *smirks* I'll make yours extra special>>
Lt TKirr: ::gazes at the fighters, picking hers out::
Captain Sullivan: <<Awwww.... I feel the love. =)>>
WillFMarlowe: ::follows behind Airell and switches on the tricorder:: Have a seat.
MCptAdamDrake: Did I not just say milk? Last time I checked milk was good for you, warp coolant just goes to your hips. ::shakes head:: Computer, recycle.
VAdm Blackthorne: So, being that these are my babies, I need to make sure you two are checked out on them before we go into action.
EnsAxelrod: ::Runs through the Pre-flight checks, specifications, maneuvering capabilities, and controls of the Mustangs in his head.::
Lt TKirr: <<Eeps Drake>>
MajorAZinthys: Yes, Captain?
VAdm Blackthorne: Have either of you studied up on the new systems aboard these state of the art fighters?
Captain Sullivan: <<Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!>>
Lt TKirr: ::nods::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::sits down on the biobed, trying to relax, putting on her best front, always hating physicals, at least her own::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<::jumps on the Chug bandwagon::>>
MCptAdamDrake: ::it looks like a power surge, but it's traveling through the system:: It went up three decks. That would leave it on the bridge. Either conference room or ready room.
Captain Sullivan: Didn't you get qualified for pilot duty while you were away?
Lt TKirr: ::looks at Axe::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up at her:: Not to my knowledge.
MCptAdamDrake: ::reaches in and resets to the default settings and closes the panel:: Computer, isolate all power to the replicators on deck one. Disable all power conduits leading from those systems.
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out of the VIP Quarters:: Computer, reset VIP Quarters to default. ::steps into the TL:: Bridge.
Lt TKirr: ::then back at Blackthorne:: I have done an overview of the design, yet have not studied them with much detail as of yet.
EnsAxelrod: Yes sir. I have looked up the Pre-Flight Checks, Specifications, Maneuvering Capabilities, and Basic Controls of the aircraft.
MCptAdamDrake: ::Thinks:: I hope no one is hungry on the bridge.
MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL up three decks and steps out onto the bridge, his toolkit in hand::
Captain Sullivan: :::smiles and continues to look at her console::: Oh, I thought all that dangerous stuff was mandatory for you Marine types. :::chuckles lightly:::
VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Two people enter sickbay, complaining of stomachaches.
WillFMarlowe: ::scans the Doctor and smiles a little as the doctor tries visibly to relax--well, she gets an A for effort.::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at Drake:: Captain.
MCptAdamDrake: {{That's what happens when you drink GLOWING BLUE MILK!}}
WillFMarlowe: So how long has it been since your last confession, Doctor?
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Major. ::looks to Sullivan:: Captain.
MajorAZinthys: ::back to Suli:: Flying fighters isn't as dangerous as running around on the ground with nothing but a phaser rifle to protect you.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::looks over to the doorway, then back to Marlowe and laughs:: looks like this is gonna have to wait Doc. ::motions towards the two people who just entered:: Duty calls for us both.
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, I expect you to be intimate with them quite soon. These are holos of the very Mustangs in the assault bay, so pick yours out.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::already has claimed the nicest one::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::slides off the biobed and moves over to the first patient::Can I help you?
Lt TKirr: ::walks slowly towards one::
Captain Sullivan: Mr Drake. :::nods::: Is there something we can help you with?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up and moves to the other:: This way, please.
Captain Sullivan: <<:::laughs::: It's Father Marlowe!!>>
SolanDahl: Patient1>My stomach hurts.
SolanDahl: patient2>::follows Marlowe::
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: I'm having problems with our replicator system, I've isolated the problem to the bridge, ma'am. ::raises the toolkit and smiles at the Captain:: If I may?
WillFMarlowe: Sit down. ::nods to a biobed:: So what's wrong?
EnsAxelrod: ::Looks to the aircraft. Walks towards them, checking the hull. Measuring out the angles to see which will maneuver the best.
VAdm Blackthorne: Since these are holos, no need to bother with your flightsuits.
EnsAxelrod: ::
Lt TKirr: ::looks back and watches Blackthorne::
Captain Sullivan: You're not using a spanner on me.... I save that for the medical staff. :::chuckles:::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>have a seat on the bio bed and let me take a scan . . . ::pulls out tricorder as she watches the ensign slip onto the biobed::
EnsAxelrod: ::Finds one that tickles his fancy.::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::boards his fighter and begins preflight::
WillFMarlowe: Patient2> I feel like I swallowed a nest of wasps.
MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles:: Well, that ruins my day. ::walks across the bridge and into the Conference room:: Just don't drink any blue milk. ::disappears inside::
Lt TKirr: ::climbs into her personal-fitting ship and looks it over::
MajorAZinthys: "Blue milk"?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::activates the squadron comm:: Callsigns?
Captain Sullivan: It ruined his day? :::ponders that quietly:::
EnsAxelrod: ::Climbs into the cockpit feels for the controls.:: Looking good. ::Begins the preflight checks.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks over to the replicator and pulls out the panel like he did earlier::
SolanDahl: Ens Jelly>::slips onto the biobed:: make it go away.
MCptAdamDrake: ::scans again after removing it from his toolkit::
MCptAdamDrake: Power seems fine on this one. Must be in the Captain's ready room. Computer, disable power from this replicator. Restrict all incoming and outgoing power.
Lt TKirr: ::runs efficient pre-flight, taking note of the ship's normal power levels and settings::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::closes the canopy::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::scans the ensign:: what happened?
MCptAdamDrake: ::closes his kit and stands again, marching back out onto the bridge::
WillFMarlowe: ::scans the patient:: Have you tried any new or exotic foods lately? ::looks up::
MCptAdamDrake: {{Here it comes.}}
SolanDahl: Ens Jelly>I was eating dinner in ten forward . . .
Lt TKirr: ::looks across the holo-bay and follows suit, closing her hood, the feeling of no flight-suit strange::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks up::: Drake... do I need to put out a warning to the crew inregards to... anything in particular?
WillFMarlowe: Sick crewman> Well . . . the stuff in the Lounge . . .
VAdm Blackthorne: ::tweaks the comm system and tries again:: Comm check, please.
J S Carnegie IV has entered the room.
EnsAxelrod: ::Calls over the Comm.:: Sir, Gryphon reporting in, Sir. Lead fighter of the Beta Squadron aboard the USS Skookum. Transferred to USS Atlantis for position of Third-Mustang Fighter. Reporting for duty sir.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::frowns at her readings:: I'll be right back. ::stops a nurse and asks her to get the ens a hypo with antinausiaxr, then moves over to Marlowe::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::raises an eyebrow::
Lt TKirr: ::finds the comm button finally:: Sehlat here.
WillFMarlowe: I see. And what did you have? ::looks at the approaching Airell:: Just a second. ::turns to the Doctor:: Yes?
SolanDahl: Nurse Tollin>::nods and gets the hypo, checks the setting, then moves over to Jelly:: Hey . . .
MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: No, ma'am. It started on Deck Four, and moved here. There shouldn't be any other problems.
Lt TKirr: <<Make me look bad Axe lol>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::shows him the readings from Ens Jelly:: You getting the same readings from your patient?
MajorAZinthys: It moved?
SolanDahl: Ens Jelly>::moans loadly!!!::
MCptAdamDrake: It's a moving power surge, nothing we haven't seen before.
EnsAxelrod: <<Sorry, when you get used to calling in, in such a manner, you kind of do it regardless.>>
Lt TKirr: <<Used to?>>
SolanDahl: Nurse Tollin>::puts a gentle hand on his shoulder and then injects the hypo into him, softly:: this should help you hun.
WillFMarlowe: ::nods:: The very same.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ Formal callsign assignment and squadron designation will come later. Let's keep it informal for now and learn these ships. You're clear to launch - meet you both outside.
EnsAxelrod: <<Part of the background, had to call in that way aboard the Skookum.>>
Captain Sullivan: Are any other systems being effected?
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>I wonder if something's wrong with the replicators. Ens Jelly isn't the type who would normally play games.
Lt TKirr: ::flips the ignition::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::throws power to his engines, lifts off the bay floor and shoots out into holo-space::
MCptAdamDrake: I have it isolated in the replicator in the Ready Room. No, just replicators from what I've seen. I haven't gotten any other calls.
Captain Sullivan: :::looks to Zinthys for confirmation:::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Why these two ate so much Iron is really odd.
Lt TKirr: ::hovers for a moment, then speeds out the holo-doors::
MajorAZinthys: ::Shrugs:: Not that I can see.
SolanDahl: Ens Jelly>::just nods, and curls up on the bed::
Captain Sullivan: :::nods:::
VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Four more enter sickbay with stomach pains, having just ate in 10-F.
Lt TKirr: <<Btw, nice way to mesh engineering with medical>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Finishes Pre-Flight. Fires up the engines.:: Lets kick the tires and light the fires.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<why, thank you. :-) >
WillFMarlowe: I agree. Want me to inform engineer . . . ing . . . ::watches the patients come in::
Captain Sullivan: <<Oh, I get such a meshy feeling when I think about it.>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::Looks over to the door and frowns:: Yes, please.
WillFMarlowe: Karanova> Sir, I think Crewman Daniels is having--
VAdm Blackthorne: ::taking a moment to relish in the Mustang's controls::
Lt TKirr: ::follows Blackthorne::
EnsAxelrod: ::Heads out into space following after TKirr and the Admiral.::
Captain Sullivan: <<I hope it isn't contractions.>>
WillFMarlowe: Daniels> ::donates his lunch to a bedpan provided by Karanova::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Fighters+ The first thing you'll notice is that you're flying with rotational and translational hand controls <<joysticks>>, instead of the normal panel-based flight.
MCptAdamDrake: So, premission to enter the ready room, Captain?
Lt TKirr: ::gets aquainted with maneuvering and swerves slightly behind Blackthorne::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::moves over to the other crew that just came in and does a very quick scan on a couple of them, confirming they all have the same thing . . . mutters and moves over to check on Ens Jelly::
Captain Sullivan: :::beeps her console::: Permission granted
WillFMarlowe: +Engineering+ Engineering, this is Doctor Marlowe. Is something wrong with the replicator systems?
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Thank you, Captain. ::marches over and into the ready room::
SolanDahl: ::Nurses begin triaging the patients::
Lt TKirr: <<Hehe no one's in Eng>>
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> +Sickbay+ Yes, but it should only have been on Decks Four and One. The Chief is working on it now.
Lt TKirr: <<That works>>
MajorAZinthys: It's a good thing this is only on deck 1. Nobody eats up here, anyways.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ It is my belief that these controls are more intuitive, giving quicker reaction times to pilots. Fortunately, testing backed this assertion!
EnsAxelrod: <<I'm sure Ens. Whatchamacallit is holding down the fort...>>
J S Carnegie IV has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::quietly:: Fortunately.
SolanDahl: Ens Jelly>::falls asleep::
MCptAdamDrake: ::walks over to the replicator and drops to his knees, getting under the console::
WillFMarlowe: +Jeddin+ Then you have another problem. We have people coming in from the Lounge.
MCptAdamDrake: ::sees the flicker of power:: Bingo.
Captain Sullivan: ::::softly::: Well, often anyway.....
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::smiles, noticing the medicine working, rescans the ens, and finds the readings much better::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::thinks:: Shit. +Marlowe+ Umm, OK, thank you doctor. I'll make sure to tell the chief. Engineering out.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ Let's start it easily. Computer, one opponent, Romulan fighter.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> +Drake+ Engineering to Drake.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::moves over to Marlowe, waits for him to gets done talking to Engineering::
MCptAdamDrake: +Jeddin+ Go ahead, Michael.
EnsAxelrod: A little more stick in 'em than the Rogue's. But this'll do.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> +Drake+ Sir, we have some problems, the replicator systems in the lounge are infected.
Lt TKirr: ::moves off to Blackthorne's flank::
Washuu has entered the room.
WillFMarlowe: ::to Airell: They know. How are the patients?
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ You're clear to engage the bandit.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::Breaks off to the right to observe::
EnsAxelrod: ::Keeps some seperation from Blackthorne and TKirr.::
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> +Drake+ It is my opinion we shut down all replicator systems, but you need a command staff clearance for that.
Lt TKirr: ::guns the thrusters and heads towards the target::
MCptAdamDrake: +Jeddin+ I'm purging this one now, I'll make sure to shut down all replicators from the bridge. Captain Ruffian is on the bridge.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Well, Ens Jelly is reacting well to AntinausiaXR very well. I think we should start the others on it too. It will knock them out, as it slowly helps to get rid of the Iron.
Lt TKirr: <<Command playing airplane atm>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> People start filtering into sickbay from all over the ship with the same symptoms.
Captain Sullivan: <<What? I'm chopping liver?>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Punches it and sees what the plane is capable of.:: Let's see what you got.
SolanDahl: <<Yes Sulli, tha'ts exaxctly what you are>>
Lt TKirr: ::enters firing range of the Romulan ship and shoots, surprised at the accuracy and power::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::circles the dogfight, watching his pilots::
Lt TKirr: <<Fine, *part* of command>>
WillFMarlowe: ::looks at the new arrivals:: Well . . . Let's get to work.
MCptAdamDrake: ::finishes the purge and walks out onto the bridge::
Captain Sullivan: <<Hmmmm.... I prefer chopped vegetables at the moment. =) >>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods, moves over to one of the nurses and asks her to prepare doses of antinausiaxr for each patient::
Lt TKirr: ::gets it together and swerves off to get some space at its rear and banks about, getting a lock::
VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Two Andorians in 10-F start hallucinating, seeing enemies everywhere, and start causing havoc.
MCptAdamDrake: Captain Ruffian, it's worse than I thought. I need permission to shut down all replicator systems.
SolanDahl: <<Okay Sulli, you can be chopped broccoli>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Veers off to the left and then comes back in hard right to engage the fighter.::
MajorAZinthys: ::Taps his console::
Lt TKirr: <<Oh great, why Andorians!!>>
MajorAZinthys: Captain, I have a disturbance in Ten Forward.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Because they're blue.>>
MCptAdamDrake: {They're blue, they go with the milk. ;-)}}
MajorAZinthys: Dispatching a security team now.
Captain Sullivan: Very good, Zinthys
Lt TKirr: ::finds herself head-on with the Romulan instead of behind it::
EnsAxelrod: ::Fires with phasers.::
MajorAZinthys: ::Two men in red shirts run into 10-F with phasers drawn::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::moves over to a patient, takes a quick history of what he ate, and does a quick scan, then injects the antinausiaxr into him and moves on to the next patient::
Lt TKirr: ::dodges incoming fire::
MCptAdamDrake: ::sits down at the Engineering console on the bridge:: Captain? ::looks::
Captain Sullivan: Yes?
Lt TKirr: ::eases on the controls, finding she's turning too far of a radius::
MCptAdamDrake: Permission to disable all replicator systems?
VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The Andorians clock the security goons upside the head with a thrown table.
MajorAZinthys: RS1 & 2> ::Stun the Andorians::
WillFMarlowe: ::hypos the antinauseaxr into Daniels' arm and likewise moves on::
MajorAZinthys: RS1 & 2> ::Are clocked::
Captain Sullivan: :::decides that with the current troubles lunch can wait:::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::analyzing their flight patterns, seeing them acclimate to the controls::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::makes sure to get the histories, maybe it's only one food. then injects the antinausiaXR into the patients::
Captain Sullivan: ::::beeps her console a few times::: Cleared for shutdown, Mr Drake.
EnsAxelrod: ::Lays off of the fire button. Flying over the fighter, then looping around for another shot.::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::comes to a crewman who displays different systems, frowns slightly and starts to ask him questions.::
MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console nimbly and shuts down all replicator systems::
MajorAZinthys: Damn. ::Sends two more teams into 10-F::
Lt TKirr: ::watches Axe's movement pattern on her computer and attempts to move opposite of the Romulan::
SolanDahl: CrewmanBlueberry>My stomach hurts.
Captain Sullivan: Problems, Major?
MajorAZinthys: Security team is down. I'm sending in two more, but it'll be a minute
MajorAZinthys: I don
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ You'll notice, if you call up your stores list, that the Mustang's microtorp and bomb capacity has increased from previous generations of fighters. Do not be afraid to use those microtorps, as against a fighter, they're
VAdm Blackthorne: usually an instant kill.
MCptAdamDrake: I'll keep you appraised of the situation, Captain. ::sprints into the TL:: Engineering. ::prays that it is JUST the replicator system::
MajorAZinthys: 't need anymore people getting hurt
EnsAxelrod: +TKirr+ Lieutenant, do you have a lock?
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods:: Did you eat anything in Ten Forward crewman?
WillFMarlowe: ::reloads the hypospray and, after noting the food and symptoms, hypos another patient::
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Negative.
MajorAZinthys: <<Maybe there's something in the air...>>
Captain Sullivan: :::clears her throat::: Am I sensing security drills in the near future?
MCptAdamDrake: {{Oh, that would be fun.}}
SolanDahl: Blueberry>No, I did have a glass of something. I ordered milk, but they brought me back this blue stuff. I figured they just got the order wrong.
Lt TKirr: ::finds herself being tailed::
MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out of the TL and sprints into Engineering:: Michael, report!
EnsAxelrod: ::Listens to the Admiral. Looks over the microtorps, switches over.::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ T'Kirr, you have omnidirectional phaser capability.
MajorAZinthys: Or perhaps crazed Andorians who will attack their own crewmates.
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Mr. Axelrod, you'll have the better shot.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> Several replicators placed as being tainted.
Lt TKirr: <<*gasp* I do? ooo....>>
MajorAZinthys: My apologies, Captain, but I do not train my security personnel to attack other crew members on sight.
MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Disengage the power supplies to all replicators. I don't want it to spread to any other systems.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods, imputs the data, decides to use antinuasiatz because Blueberry doesn't seem to have any extra Iron in his system::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>This should help you sleep some Crewman. It should also make your stomach feel better.
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Phasers, I understand sir. The Microtorps as well?
MajorAZinthys: ::Sends orders to the four security personnel outside 10-F to go in and stun the Andorians on sight::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ Negative, the microtorps are not omnidirectional.
Captain Sullivan: Oh? Were they entering 10-F expecting to engage a squad of Tal Shiar agents?
EnsAxelrod: ::Comes in behind the fighter and TKirr. Moves in for a lock.:: I'm coming in, Lieutenant on my mark pull up and left hard, I don't know what these microtorps are capable of of Splash Damage wise.
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods:: Aye, sir.
SolanDahl: Blueberry>::nods and curls up on the biobed, starting to go blue in the face::
Captain Sullivan: ::::chuckles quietly to herself::::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ You still have to get behind the target and get a good lock with the microtorps.
Lt TKirr: ::rotates phasers at her tailer::
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Ensign?
MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::isolates all power relays:: Done, sir.
MajorAZinthys: ::Finds that extremely disquieting for some odd reason::
WillFMarlowe: ::finishes with another patient::
Lt TKirr: ::swerves, evading::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::moves on to the next patient, and finds that he's suffering from the Iron, takes the history, then injects him with the xr version::
MCptAdamDrake: All right people, listen up! I need all the repair squads to do a power cleansing on all replicator systems on all decks. Go to the replicator monitor station on each deck and do the cleaning remotely.
Lt TKirr: <<Lol, we're having fun in virtual world, while the ship around us falls apart>>
MCptAdamDrake: Squad leaders> ::nods::
MajorAZinthys: ::The four red shirts run into 10-F, looking for big blue people to stun::
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets the lock.:: +Mustangs+ I have a shot. I'm taking it. Lieutenant pull off. Now. ::Fires a single microtorp.::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::looks around and sees that all the patients that came in are finally taken care of, moves over to Dr. Marlowe::
Lt TKirr: ::hits thrusters::
Lt TKirr: ::banks::
WillFMarlowe: ::scans another patient and records the same excessive amount of iron in his system, then injects him with the appropriate drug::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ ::watches in satisfaction as the microtorp destroys the target::
Lt TKirr: ::waits for boom::
Captain Sullivan: :::looks at the sick bay reports:::
WillFMarlowe: ::to Airell:: Is that it?
Lt TKirr: ::slows and comes about::
EnsAxelrod: ::Pulls up and right.::
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Nice shot, Ensign.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>That's all that has come in. But I have this very bad feeling that this is just the start of it.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ Good shot, Ensign. You have ten microtorps total; use them widely.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<wisely>>
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Would certainly increase success rate in any fighter battle, Admiral.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>You get the histories?
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Drake is there evidence of any foul play in all this mayhem?
WillFMarlowe: ::nods and holds up his tricorder:: Yes.
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ Computer, three opponents, same as the first.
WillFMarlowe: I wonder why the Lounge would be serving food if the replicators have malfunctioned so badly? Wouldn't the food look a trifle odd?
Lt TKirr: ::feels somewhat more comfortable with her fighter, flying upside-down under Blackthorne::
EnsAxelrod: +Mustangs+ Thank you. I'm just getting you out of a sticky situation, I know you'd do the same for me.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Good. Let's put them all together and see if the Computer can analyze them.
MCptAdamDrake: +Sulli+ No Captain, I don't believe so. It looks as if it was just a normal malfunction in the system. I've got the problem being corrected now.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>I don't know, maybe they wouldn't.
WillFMarlowe: ::moves to a computer console to one side of sickbay and starts transferring data from his tricorder to the computer::
EnsAxelrod: ::Flips a couple of Barrel Rolls and an Outside Loop.::
Lt TKirr: ::rights her ship and brings up the targeting::
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Make sure you file an incident with Utopia..... I want someone's career for this inconvenience.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Also, I had one patient who showed different signs. Not the Iron overload. Did you find any like that? ::transfers information to the computer as well, and taps a few buttons ordering up the analysis::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives into the fray this time::
MajorAZinthys: ::The red shirts stun the Andorians::
Lt TKirr: <<Lol Sulli!>>
WillFMarlowe: ::shakes his head:: Just a lot of iron. Why? Did you find something different?
Lt TKirr: ::follows Blackthorne, moving into formation::
EnsAxelrod: ::Formates up.::
VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, engage phaser multitargeting.
MCptAdamDrake: ::looks up:: +Sulli+ Captain?
Captain Sullivan: :::mutters something about getting cranky when not fed:::
Captain Sullivan: *Drake* Yes?
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods:: Crewman Blueberry didn't have the iron overload. He didn't have any food either, just some blue stuff. He said it tasted funny, and that he'd ordered milk.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets phaser lock on two of the opponents simultaneously and fires, hitting them a few times before they roll out::
Lt TKirr: ::banks off when in targeting range and aims her phasers::
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Efficent, Admiral.
MCptAdamDrake: +Sulli+ Nevermind, Captain. Engineering out. ::wonders why someone has to lose their career over a simple malfunction, but prepares the report anyway::
VAdm Blackthorne: +Mustangs+ That feature I'm quite proud of.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks at the computer readout:: This should tell us something.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::notices that the computer finished the scans, looks at the results and looks very puzzeled. The only thing that they all had in common, besides blueberry, is that they all had food of some kind::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::rolls out of the fray::
Lt TKirr: ::banks a hard left and cuts sideways under two fighters, ripping at their undersides with her phasers::
EnsAxelrod: ::Lines up with the third fighter. Fires coming head on with the fighter.:: Who's up for a game of chicken?
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Yeah, what it tells us is that the iron overload came from food, many differnet types of food. Nothing else in common.
Lt TKirr: ::backs off for several seconds to recharge, then dives at a convenient Romulan::
Captain Sullivan: <<Hmmmm... Discovery Channel is airing *Walking with Cavemen*.... I wonder if they were filming on board the Banshee?>>
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ ::confused tone:: ...Chicken?
WillFMarlowe: It's got a be a replicator problem, then.
MCptAdamDrake: {{I'm watching that now! They are talking about some woman's skull!}}
MCptAdamDrake: {{Some murder thing.}}
Lt TKirr: <<Um... wow?>>
Lt TKirr: <<Oh.>>
EnsAxelrod: <<I was kind of talking to myself, but hey that works.>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods:: yes. It probably is.
Lt TKirr: <<Sorry Axe lol, guess I should read closer>>
SolanDahl: <<So am I FCM>>
MajorAZinthys: <<::Looks perplexed::>>
Lt TKirr: <<You accidentally left your comm on... yeah...>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Really?}}
SolanDahl: <<Yup,>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Yeah... it's a repeat from earlier this evening.... :::is vaguely uncomfortable with the thought of Drake watching a series on murder.>>
EnsAxelrod: +Mustangs+ Chicken, an age old game where two things go at eachother, then you see who's the first to break off.
Lt TKirr: ::gets a good few rounds in at the Romulan before it turns and tags her right wing::
Lt TKirr: +Mustangs+ Somewhat like what I just did?
MCptAdamDrake: {{I'm just glancing. I find it quite interesting.}}
WillFMarlowe: You have a replicator in your office, do you not?
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::nods:: I do, yes.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives back into the fray and maneuvers a bit with one Romulan while firing phasers at another::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::smirks:: good idea Doc
WillFMarlowe: Why don't we order up some lunch and see what we get?
Lt TKirr: ::banks off, flying behind Blackthorne and coming around again::
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::chuckles and nods, then heads to her office::
Captain Sullivan: ACTION> ALL REPLICATORS ARE CURRENTLY OFFLINE FOR REPAIRS.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a lock and fires off a microtorp, destroying his target::
EnsAxelrod: ::Closes in at 500 yards, still firing at will. While barrel rolling to dodge enemies return fire.:: 450, 400, 350, 300, 250.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>::frowns seeing that the replicator is offline:: There goes that idea.
Captain Sullivan: ACTION> BUT I'M SURE THAT IF YOU ASK ENGINEERING.... THEY WOULD BE HAPPY TO ASSIST YOU.
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
SolanDahl: <<LOL>>
EnsAxelrod: <<Sorry, I'm busy blowing a Rommie to bits.>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Ahahaha.>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>+Engineering+Lt. Airell to Engineering.
Captain Sullivan: <<Glad I read that twice.....>>
Lt TKirr: ::comes in behind Blackthorne, tailing the one he was maneuvering with, and micro-torps it to smithereenies::
EnsAxelrod: <<Please leave a message after the beep.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::rolls back out of the fray::
MCptAdamDrake: +Airell+ Go ahead, Lieutenant.
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets within 100 yards.:: Come on.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>+Drakie+Have you taken the Replicators offline? And could I get the Replicator in my Office back online for a few minutes. I need to order up some food to do some testing on.
Captain Sullivan: <<Did you watch the one last hour with the guy who stole the little girl out of the tent?>>
SolanDahl: <<Yes>>
MCptAdamDrake: {{Yes.}}
Lt TKirr: ::moves around and zeroes on Axe, speeding towards him to back him up::
Captain Sullivan: <<I found that one chilling.>>
Ahmai Cerridwen has entered the room.
SolanDahl: <<*nods* Aye, it was>>
EnsAxelrod: Computer> Danger, oncoming vessel, please pull away.
MCptAdamDrake: +Airell+ Sure thing, Lieutenant. ::walks over to a console and taps it:: It'll be back on for five minutes, then it'll shut down automatically.
MajorAZinthys: <<Hey, Ahmai>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<Yes, our new Counselor is a little late this evening. :-)>
Captain Sullivan: <<Hey, Counselor!>>
Lt TKirr: <<Hiya!>>
EnsAxelrod: Computer> Collision in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four.
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>+Drakie+Thx Captain. ::cuts the comm link and turns to Marlowe::
Lt TKirr: <<Ack how annoying Axe>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Evening, Counselor.>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ::watches Axe carefully::
Captain Sullivan: <<Awwww..... Drakie!>>
Lt TKirr: <<*Drakie*!?!?!?>>
Ahmai Cerridwen: <<hi everyone sorry i am late>>
VAdm Blackthorne: <<BWAHAHAHAHA!!>>
SolanDahl: <<LOL . . . yes, Drakie>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Stops firing and breaks off.:: Computer> Two, collision avoided.
Lt TKirr: <<*DRAKIE?!????*>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Drakie and Airell sitting in a tree....>>
WillFMarlowe: Hm. Duck l'orange, with . . . ::quirks a brow at Airell::
Lt TKirr: <<::MEEPS::>>
SolanDahl: <<::pulls Sulli up into the tree and then vanishes::>>
SolanDahl: Kiley Airell>Milk
MCptAdamDrake: {{::dives head first out of the tree::}}
MajorAZinthys: <<You mean duck a la blue, right?>>
Captain Sullivan: <<:::gigglesnorts:::>>
WillFMarlowe: <<Well, there goes the sight gag--blue duck l'orange. Ah well.>>
Lt TKirr: <<T'Kirr's gonna pay u a visit later Kiley, and NOT for a physical.>>
Captain Sullivan: <<Catfight! Get the Jell-o!>>
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
EnsAxelrod: ::Wipes sweat off of forehead.:: +Mustangs+ He's all yours TKirr. ::Loops around to engage again just incase.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Captain Sullivan: PAUSED
MCptAdamDrake: ::paused::
SolanDahl: ::paused::
EnsAxelrod: ::Paused::
VAdm Blackthorne: <<That one was a lost cause after all of that.>>
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
Lt TKirr: ::Pauses::
Captain Sullivan: <<Sorry... we lost our focus. =) >>
Captain Sullivan: TWEEET TWEET!
Captain Sullivan: Company! Atten-hut!
EnsAxelrod: ::AA::
SolanDahl: ::AA::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Captain Sullivan: :::give Axe a cookie:::: @
MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::
EnsAxelrod: ::Takes cookie and scarfs it down.::
MCptAdamDrake: {{That's a lot of blood.}}
VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps Axe for moving at attention::
Lt TKirr: <<Cookie eaters get to move, no one else>>
EnsAxelrod: ::Thinks to himself.:: Hope that doesn't end up all over the cockpit, later on.
VAdm Blackthorne: <<I've always zapped cookie eaters. It's a catch-22.>.
EnsAxelrod: ::Gets Zapped. Grunts.::
SolanDahl: <<You didn't zap me the other day when I was a cookie eater Admiral>>