AIM Chat with WillFMarlowe, MajorAZinthys, ltjgdellis, Kiley Airell, MCptAdamDrake, LtDougMcKnight, elriovtridrys, dryhistory.

11/25/03, 7:29 PM

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: not much

Kiley Airell: Hey

7:30 PM

vadmblackthorne: Evening, folks.

MajorAZinthys: Good evening!

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Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Hi hi

MCptAdamDrake: Heya Dak

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ElRiov trIdrys: Evening folks

MajorAZinthys: ::waves to Doug and Idrys::

LtDougMcKnight: Aloha.

MCptAdamDrake: Evening all.

7:35 PM

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MCptAdamDrake: Evening Jason! ::waves::

Kiley Airell: *waves to everyone who just came in

ElRiov trIdrys: Evening Jason

dryhistory: Oh hi!

dryhistory: Just watchin'. Don't mind me.

vadmblackthorne: Someone go snag Ellis.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: I'm rigth here

MCptAdamDrake: She's here.

vadmblackthorne: Oh, woah, new SN

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::waves hand in air::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::laughs::

vadmblackthorne: In that case, let's get started.

7:40 PM

MajorAZinthys: ::Blows whistle::

MajorAZinthys: Attention!!

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

LtDougMcKnight: ::AA::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::AA::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::

vadmblackthorne: Alright, we'll begin right where we left off.

vadmblackthorne: Atlantis is listing through a swarm of crystalline shards left by the unidentified ship we encountered last week.

vadmblackthorne: After a fight and unsuccessful communications with them, the ship rammed us at high speed and self-destructed, blowing a large hole in the bottom of the ship.

vadmblackthorne: Many are injured, many are dead who were in that section of the ship, and things are just crappy.

vadmblackthorne: Most systems are down, and warp travel is certainly out of the question.

vadmblackthorne: Questions?

LtDougMcKnight: Do we at least have emergency force fields in place?

MCptAdamDrake: ::Shakes head:: I ruled that out last sim.

vadmblackthorne: We're picking up right where we left off, so not yet. It just happened.

7:45 PM

vadmblackthorne: Anyone else?

MajorAZinthys: Are they all dead?

ElRiov trIdrys: Does it matter?

ElRiov trIdrys:


vadmblackthorne: We're surrounded by tiny shards of crystal.

vadmblackthorne: And that's all we know.

MajorAZinthys: Yes. Because if they are, then I can't kill them.

MajorAZinthys: ::Smiles innocently::

ElRiov trIdrys: ( Addams Family ref ...  )

MajorAZinthys: <<::Smiles and nods::>>

vadmblackthorne: OK then.

vadmblackthorne: BEGIN SIM

vadmblackthorne: BEGIN SIM

vadmblackthorne: BEGIN SIM

LtDougMcKnight: ::Taps his fingers against the top of his rifle as he stares at the emergency bulkhead which has come down to seal off the decompressed section, desperately trying to find justification for a "Glass is half full" mood::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Under his breath:: Well...least it's nowhere near my room.

WillFMarlowe: ::inside a turbolift car spinning in space::

LtDougMcKnight: Aw, fuck it. I'd definitely rather be fishing.

LtDougMcKnight: God, I hate aliens.

MCptAdamDrake: ::sprints into Engineer:: Repair teams Alpha, Beta, and Delta, listen up!

MajorAZinthys: Damage reports coming in!

vadmblackthorne: ::slumped against the bulkhead on the bridge, having just passed out after trying to give an order in response to being flung across the bridge::

MCptAdamDrake: ::throws himself up onto the console:: Listen up! We've lost sections of deck twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four. We have to do something or we're royally screwed. Alpha team, you're with me.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::in the comm relay tring to stand on her ankle with no luck::

Kiley Airell: ::in sickbay, working on the most critical patients, at least the ones who had a chance to survive::

MajorAZinthys: +Sickbay+ Bridge to sickbay!

Kiley Airell: +Zinthys+Sickbay here

WillFMarlowe: ::there is a flash, and the car breaks up; long, glistening things--vines?--blast out of the wreckage and dig into the deck of the ruined turbolift repair bay::

7:50 PM

MCptAdamDrake: Beta team, report to the entrance to deck twenty-three at J9. Repair the main generators to the emergency forcefield systems for that deck.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::assisting in surgery:::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Turns to the group of marines he has with him:: Alright, Ramirez and White, you stay here. Keep the civilians out of the area. We don't need them cluttering up the area when the repain and medical teams get here.

MCptAdamDrake: Delta team, you're to go to the maintenance hatch on deck twenty-four and repair the emergency forcefield generator there. You have to move fast...

MajorAZinthys: +KA+ The Admiral is down. I'm sending a couple of people to bring him down there.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::still trying to get a common pattern out of the shee noises.. just in case there are more space jewlery out there::

MajorAZinthys: ::Points to two red-shirts::

LtDougMcKnight: The rest of you, pair up and seal off all the other approaches.

Kiley Airell: +Zinthys+Understood Major.

LtDougMcKnight: Kindly haul ass, people!

WillFMarlowe: ::Marlowe, inside a rapidly-forming cocoon of some sort, is pulled into the bay. A technician who was also in the bay is swept inside::

MajorAZinthys: RS 1 & 2> ::Run over a carry the admiral between them to the TL::

WillFMarlowe: ::The cocoon attaches to the ruined bulkhead and waits, apparently dormant for the time being::

MCptAdamDrake: I'll take us to the main power relay systems on deck twenty-two. If the area is sealed for depressurization...well...improvise. Hold your breath or something.

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ElRiov trIdrys: ::shakes head:: Hope he's not badly injured ...

MajorAZinthys: RS 1> Sickbay!

MCptAdamDrake: Jeddin, take Delta. Kellon, take Beta.

MCptAdamDrake: Let's go! ::runs out with a toolkit followed by his four engineers of his team::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::tending to other wounded::

Kiley Airell: ::continues to work on patients until the Admiral gets here.::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes the nearest working turbolift back to security::

MajorAZinthys: ::Reads: bottom three decks lost. Hundreds injured. Mass chaos::

MajorAZinthys: ::Sends out and activates a distress beacon::

MCptAdamDrake: ::throws himself into a turbolift:: Deck Twenty Two.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::m while working:: I don't know about you but I wish I knew what was the cause of all ... ::gestures:: this.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::beating the computer everytime it flickers out:: Come on will you stay on already!

MajorAZinthys: RS 1 & 2> ::emerge from the TL carrying the Admiral into SB::

MCptAdamDrake: Computer> Unable to Comply. Deck Twenty-Two has been sealed by turbolift access because of mass depressurization.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::muttering and trying to ignore the pain in her ankle::

Kiley Airell: ::moves over to another patient and realizes that he's already lost then sees the Admiral and quickly moves over to him::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Assigns all marines with medic training to make their rounds throughout the ship, treating the less severe injuries to take some of the work off of sickbay::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::looks up and sees Blackthorne:: Elements ... ::moves over::

MCptAdamDrake: Computer, reroute turbolift to deck twenty-one. Anyone up for some crawling?

MCptAdamDrake: ::rides the TL::

MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +Drake+ Mr. Drake.

7:55 PM

Kiley Airell: ::begins to scan the Admiral:: (Idrys (can't remember char name)) Help the other patients, we don't need two doctors heping the Admiral.

MCptAdamDrake: ::in the TL:: +Zinthys+ Go ahead, Major.

MCptAdamDrake: {{Believe it or not, it's Idrys. }}

LtDougMcKnight: (Hakhim Idrys)

MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Can you make us operational?

ElRiov trIdrys: ::nods:: Understood. ::moves off over to where T'Nal is::

Kiley Airell: ((Cool!))

ElRiov trIdrys: ( T'Nal always calls me Hakkie ... annoys the hell outta me  )

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Computer, route a sci station to one of the avaliable consouls.. :: computer flickers.. kicks the consoul with her good foot:: I hate computers..

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > I just finished on this one ... ::shakes head:: Severe spinal trauma. ::hands him PADD::

MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ I'm going to attempt to get the emergency forcefields on-line, sir. The damage is extensive. I'll need spacedock for a full repair.

MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Timetable?

ElRiov trIdrys: ::looks PADD over:: Good work, I think he'll make it. Now ... ::moves to next patient::

MCptAdamDrake: ::steps out onto deck twenty-one:: +Zinthys+ Forcefields - an hour. As for making us warp worthy, I don't know. It depends on how much I work with the structural integrity field.

Kiley Airell: ::notes the head injuries, broken ribs and broken arm. Goes to work on the head injury::

ElRiov trIdrys: OK let's get moving .... ::starts operating on Ens Enpicie's wounds::

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ Everything holding together up there? We have the approaches to the depressurized areas sealed off, 2 marines apiece. Also, we have our medics making the rounds, but aside from that, you can't do much here with a phaser.

MajorAZinthys: +Drake+ Keep me informed.

MCptAdamDrake: +Zinthys+ Yes, Major.

MCptAdamDrake: ::walks around a corner and sees some marines::

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ If there's nothing else, I'll join the medics now.

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Go ahead, Lieutenant.

LtDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ Yes, sir.

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ If there's anything else I need, I'll let you know,

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::gets a half working sci consoul up and starts to record data on the fragments while the computer plays around with her language logarithms::

ElRiov trIdrys: Awful, isn't it ... those people up there have to send us into combat from time to time and we patch up the injuries. Sounds like a kind of vicious cycle if you ask me.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Leaves his rifle in the armory, grabs a med kit in its place, and heads off for the next deck down::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::makes a face under her mask and continues assisting::

MCptAdamDrake: ::walks up to a marine:: Report.

LtDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ I'll have my comm open, sir.

Kiley Airell: ::Injects the admiral with medications to control the bleeding. Seals up the wound to the head. Does a scan to make sure that the fluid is draining from the brain::

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Of course.

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> Emergency bulkheads are holding, sir. We've been ordered to keep this area clear of civilian traffic until the repair crews can arrive.

8:00 PM

ElRiov trIdrys: ::calls over:: He pulling through?

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Well, we're here. ::moves to the open and taps the code to open it::

MajorAZinthys: <<Welcome to Corneria! ::gigglesnorts::>>

ElRiov trIdrys: ::keeps working on Enpiecie's wounds:::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Computer is they a way to get some samples of the dabris beamed into a sci lab?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Computer> Not at this time.

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> Uh...sir? Shouldn;t you have EV suits for this?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Why can't you be more helpful?

Kiley Airell: For the moment, His head wound is healing. ::checks to make sure there is no other internal injuries::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Computer> Please restate the question..

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Oh shut up.. ::kicks it again::

MCptAdamDrake: We don't. The area we're getting into is sealed for the most part. It may be a bit of a strain to breathe, but nothing we can't handle. ::throws himself into the tube and starts crawling to the juncture::

Kiley Airell: ::is very glad the broken ribs didn't puncture the lungs::

vadmblackthorne: ::ditto::

MajorAZinthys: ::Taps:: +Ellis+ Lieutenant Ellis, please report to the bridge.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::finishes up on Enpiecie, moves on to next patient:: OK what do we have here?

MCptAdamDrake: ::starts climbing down, can here the hissing from the air being sucked to wherever::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::sighs:: As soon as the transporters are working beam several samples to lab 4..

Kiley Airell: ::quickly heals the broken arm and ribs, then gives him a pain killer, and moves off to another patient, will check back on him in a little while::

MCptAdamDrake: ::continues climbing down to the next deck::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: +Zinthys+ On my way Sir..

MCptAdamDrake: ::whips out tricorder::

LtDougMcKnight: Marine #2>::Watches the engineers rush past and leans toward his companion:: So, uh...why didn't they bring EV suits?

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> ::Shrugs::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Shattered right wrist, broken jaw, chest wounds ...

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> ::climbs down next to the Captain:: Sir, premission to speak freely?

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Of course, Ben.

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> Is this entirely safe?

ElRiov trIdrys: ::sighs:: And that's the tip of the iceberg. ::preps and starts operating::

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Of course, Ben.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::takes a step and groans:: ::mutters:: hopefuly sometime before christmas..

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Unfortunately so ... ::assists::

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> Are you sure? I mean, you said hard to breathe.

ElRiov trIdrys: Damn but that is one nasty gnarled mess there ... wrist will have to wait though.

MCptAdamDrake: ::turns:: It'll be like you got the wind knocked out of you at first, but you'll adapt.

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> Like the Borg...

8:05 PM

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::makes it to a TR. ankle the size of a nice grapefruit:: Bridge..

MCptAdamDrake: ::smiles as he opens the tube:: Yes, like the Borg. And besides, resistance is futile.

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> ::Presses down on the consolse and closes the emergency bulkhead back down, but peers through the transparent aluminum window from time to time in case the engineers need to beat a hasty retreat::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::stabilizes chest wounds and begins blood transfusions::

MajorAZinthys: ::Starts pacing::

Kiley Airell: ::moves on to another patient who has massive internal injuries, begins treatment::

ElRiov trIdrys: You work on the jaw and I'll work on the wrist.

MCptAdamDrake: ::crawls into the forcefield control room::

MajorAZinthys: RS 1 & 2> ::watch Kiley work::

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> ::follows Drake::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > And I'll be on ch'Rihan before ye.

MCptAdamDrake: ::stops and bends over, taking in some air::

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> Oh....God.... ::breathing heavily::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::limps onto the bridge:: reporting as ordered, Major..

ElRiov trIdrys: ::looks at T'Nal, raises brow ... starts working on wrist::

Kiley Airell: ::looks over to RS 1& @::Are you two injured at all?


MajorAZinthys: RS 1 & 2> ::Shows off some scrapes and bruises::

MCptAdamDrake: Don't....panic....

LtDougMcKnight: Marine 2>::Mutters:: Not even an O2 breather? God, I woulda made a terrible warp plasma monkey.

MajorAZinthys: Lieutenant. What happened?

MCptAdamDrake: Olonzo and Quincy> ::come in and have similar effects::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > It is quite a mess as you said. I just hope we can save the area without the use of prosthetics.

Kiley Airell: nothing more serious? I'm afraid you'll have to wait for a while.

MCptAdamDrake: Take....deep....breaths....

ElRiov trIdrys: Yeah, tell me. How about that jawbone? How bad is it? ::continues working::

Kiley Airell: ::doesn't mean to be rude, but moves on to another patient::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::blinks.:: The ship blew up..

MajorAZinthys: <<It's no big thing. Adam's brain is regularly deprived of oxygen. >>

MCptAdamDrake: ::walks over to a console, breathing heavily:: Ben...reroute...power...junction...seventeen...alpha...nine...

MajorAZinthys: ::Shakes head:: Why aren't you in SB being treated for that?

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> The man doesn't feel breathing is important, Chuck. Deal with it. .

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Well it is only a simple fracture. Unlike the injury you're treating.

MCptAdamDrake: {{::stops his clock:: Wow, three minutes, you're losing your touch...}}

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: It's just an ankle, Sir, not like I haven't broken it before.

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> ::walks over:: Rerouted...

LtDougMcKnight: Marine 2> The man must be a climbing program fan. Or a sadist.

MajorAZinthys: <<Is that the only comeback you have?>>

8:10 PM

LtDougMcKnight: Marine> ::Nods:: The two are not necessarily mutually exclusive.

MCptAdamDrake: {{You're not worth my time for a comeback. }}

MajorAZinthys: <<::snorts::>>

MCptAdamDrake: ::looks at the console:: Quincy...access...EM...power...circuits...authorize

MCptAdamDrake: Quincy> ::crawls under the console::

MajorAZinthys: Sit. ::motions to the first officer's chair::

MCptAdamDrake: Quincy> ::fiddles with the circuitry:: Done...sir...

LtDougMcKnight: ::Makes his round up and down deck 10, playing the morphine fairy for all the poor folks with broken fibias, tibias, and jarred funny bones.

LtDougMcKnight: ::

MajorAZinthys: ::Grabs a medkit from his station::

MajorAZinthys: Tell me. Do you have any idea as to the nature of these... alien entities?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::does as ordered::

MCptAdamDrake: Olonzo...coordinate...other two...teams...

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Was there something you needed, Major? I doubt you called me here to mend my ankle..

MCptAdamDrake: Olonzo> ::leans over to the console to check the other progress:: Beta...fifty-four ::shakes head:: Haven't...begun...

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: (forget my last line ::needs to read faster:: )

MajorAZinthys: ::Sits in the center seat::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::finishes with jaw and heads over to assist with wrist::

MCptAdamDrake: We proceed...

MajorAZinthys: I don't have a biobed, so just prop your leg up on my lap.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Only that they seem to have an echo-based langaue. I'm waiting for the transpoter systems to be repaied so I can beam in samples..

MajorAZinthys: <<So is that why William Shatner talked like that.... It all makes sense now, thank you Drake.>>

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::puts her ankle in Zinthya lap.. tries not to moan or flich in front of him::

MCptAdamDrake: {{Anytime...}}

MajorAZinthys: ::Runs the scanner over her ankle::

8:15 PM

MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the panel again:: We're at...sixty...two...percent...

MajorAZinthys: The creatures that I saw... and the way the ship repaired itself.... Something tells me they're not gone yet.

MajorAZinthys: They're just... reforming. You know what I mean?

ElRiov trIdrys: :::manages to finish wrist operation with T'Nal's help::: Hann'yyo T'Nal ... couldn't have done it without au.

MajorAZinthys: ::Muses;: Let's fix the ankle first...

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::nods:: yes Sir.. That's why I'm still working on figureing out their commactions.. Hopefully if we can talk to them we won't lose another hunk of ship

vadmblackthorne: ::opens his eyes, blinks a few times::

MajorAZinthys: ::Runs the bone-fixer device thingy over her ankle::

MajorAZinthys: I understand you were the one who fired the shot that located the ship.

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> Can...we...isolate...this...deck...?

LtDougMcKnight: ::Comes up on the turbolift repair bay and opens the door up to look around for any wounded::

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: We'd forcefield systems....

WillFMarlowe: ::Marlowe and Wilkstein float in space, somehow not ravaged by the effects of decompression::

MCptAdamDrake: Olonzo> I could...use the...air...

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Yes Sir. I was locked onto a bouy but the MT hit the ship instead

WillFMarlowe: ::their unconscious bodies bump against each other, walls, and Lt. McKnight::

LtDougMcKnight: (Ah crap, that bay is depressurized? wHOOPS.)

LtDougMcKnight: (Whoops, even.)

MajorAZinthys: Was there any way for you to tell that it was there? In hindsight, I mean. Any spatial distortions... something that would make it look like it was camoflauged.

WillFMarlowe: ((Time to edit yourself into a EVA suit?))

8:20 PM

MajorAZinthys: This part will hurt.

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: Agreed... ::messes with the display and reroutes the systems so it isolates deck twenty-two::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::thinks:: No Sir. I coudn't see anything visurally, nor did anything show on my scans or target lock..

Kiley Airell: ::treats another patient, finally getting to less serious ones, then moves back over to the Admiral to see how his treatment is taking::

LtDougMcKnight: (Um...nah, a breather will do.)

MajorAZinthys: ::Sticks a hypospray in her to numb the pain::

vadmblackthorne: ::looking around, trying to clear his vision:::

MajorAZinthys: ::Resets the bones::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::grips the chair's arms.. wonders why there are swidish fish tucked into the arm rest::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::clinches jaw and moans lightly::

MCptAdamDrake: If...any...of you...need...air...backtrack... ::points away::

MajorAZinthys: ::Uses the device to ensure that the foot regrows properly::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Grabs a hold of the door jam, surprised at the suction, and quickly slams his hand down on the controls, shutting it again.::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::moves with T'Nal to another patient and begins treatment::

MajorAZinthys: <<Regrows? Would that be heals? Damn. I don't even know what my own mind is spitting out...>>

Kiley Airell: ::is glad to find that the Admiral is doing better, knows that he's still in critical condition and things could turn ugly in a heart beat::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::m:: Back to the salt mines of ch'Havran ...

LtDougMcKnight: ::Thinks the situation over quickly, and figures he probably doesn't have time to get a suit or wait for the transporter to come back online::

MCptAdamDrake: Olonzo> ::Retreats to where the marines are, gasping heavily::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: (hey they do it in harry potter why not the 24th

LtDougMcKnight: Well, thank God I grabbed a field jacket.

WillFMarlowe: ::alone once more in the repair bay, the cocoon reforms and swallows Marlowe and the tech::

vadmblackthorne: Hey doc.

MajorAZinthys: You okay?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::clears throat:: Yes Sir..

MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console, vision blurring:: Eighty-two .... percent for .... deck twenty-two.

Kiley Airell: How are you feeling Admiral?

MCptAdamDrake: ::turns to Quincy:: Delta?

MajorAZinthys: Good.

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > At least you are doing what you do best ... I seem to recall the saying if life hands you lemons make lemonade.

MajorAZinthys: I was just wondering. If that ship had been there, and you could not tell, then how do we know how long it's been following us?

ElRiov trIdrys: ::raises brow:: I prefer the Rihannsu version, which has more dignity ... If the sword shatters, take its fragments to the forge.

Kiley Airell: ::pulls out a hypo with a sedative in it, smiles to the admiral, curious to how he's feeling::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Rushes to the nearest console and brings down the emergency bulkhead, sealing off this part of the ship:: Computer, depressurize deck 10 section gamma. Authorization McKnight India Hotel Zulu

MCptAdamDrake: Quincy> ::turns and looks:: They've isolated .... deck twenty-four .... forty-nine percent ....

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Interesting. ::continues to assist::

vadmblackthorne: Like I've been thrown into a bulkhead.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Good question, Sir. And how do we know there aren't already more out there?

LtDougMcKnight: ::Quickly attaches an O2 breather, and waits for the computer to announce it has finished depressurizing the section.

Kiley Airell: Well, you probably have been.

MajorAZinthys: <<The India Hotel Zulu? So would that be a hotel in Delhi modeled after culture from Zimbabwe?>>

MCptAdamDrake: {{Good Lord, that soundly mildly intelligent. Where's the real Zinthys...? }}

MCptAdamDrake: {{*Sounded}}

8:25 PM

LtDougMcKnight: (Okay, looks like I'm assuming the vacuum of space WON'T make your head explode like a watermelon being hit with artillery. Scifi is so inconsistent about that.)

MajorAZinthys: That's the even more pressing question, though I would tend to think they would have helped out their brethren in a fight.

ElRiov trIdrys: ( eww Doug TMI TMI )

MajorAZinthys: <<LOL>>

MCptAdamDrake: ::hears the click:: We're...clear...back... ::crawls back out into the corridor and pulls out next to the marines he once left - breathing heavily::

LtDougMcKnight: (Course, your skull is hard. Your abdomen on the other hand might explode like a burrito left in the microwave too long.)

ElRiov trIdrys: ( T'Nal ... let's zap him with Descai's cattle prod )

LtDougMcKnight: Computer> Depressurization complete.

LtDougMcKnight: Swell.

MajorAZinthys: This entire situation unnerves me, though.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Well need sample of the fragments to answer most of our questions Sir..

LtDougMcKnight: ::Makes his way back to the turbolift bay and opens the door back up::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::nods::

vadmblackthorne: What's broken?

LtDougMcKnight: ::Stares at the cocoon wrapped around Marlowe and the other guy::

LtDougMcKnight: Well...that's different.

MajorAZinthys: Of course. I would be wary about allowing fragments onto this ship, however, given the crystals' regenerative qualities.

MCptAdamDrake: Quincy, report on Beta team...

Kiley Airell: Your skull, a few ribs and your right arm. You need to get your rest Admiral. I'll give you something to help you sleep.

WillFMarlowe: ::the cocoon withdraws into itself, leaving the two men floating, unconscious and seemingly unharmed, in the empty bay::

MCptAdamDrake: Quincy> ::looks at the tricorder:: They're still holding at fifty-four percent...

MCptAdamDrake: +Jeddin+ Drake to Jeddin, report.

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ McKnight to bridge. We've got something really friggin weird going on in the turbolift repair bay on deck 10.

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Explain.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::nods:: there would of course be safety measures taken. ::pauses at the sound of McKnight's voice::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Grabs a hold of Marlowe's arm with one of his own, while holding on to the door jam with the other for leverage, and pulls Marlowe out into the corridor::

vadmblackthorne: No thanks.

MajorAZinthys: <<Didn't see that one coming...>>

MCptAdamDrake: ::waits::

Kiley Airell: Then you will rest here on your own Sir?

MCptAdamDrake: {{Didn't see what coming?}}

MajorAZinthys: <<That the admiral won't rest>>

LtDougMcKnight: (Magic edit: The spec nazi informs me it's on deck 22)

Kiley Airell: ((LOL))

8:30 PM

WillFMarlowe: ((Der point vas that the two of them vere caught ven ze alienz rammed ze sheep.))

MCptAdamDrake: +Kellon+ Delta team, report.

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ I can try. I'm in the turbolift bay on deck 22, and I've found two crewmen surprisingly none the worse for wear, considering they've been sucking vacuum.

WillFMarlowe: ((Zorry if zat vas MEIN FURHER, I CAN WALK! confusing.))

MCptAdamDrake: Kellon> ::in EVA suits in the little compartment:: +Drake+ On our way, sir. We've got seventy-one percent completed.

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ Anyway, I spotted some sort of weird cocoon thing around them. It seemed to receed when I came in.

vadmblackthorne: Have my bones been repaired?

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Very well. Investigate and get back to me.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Reaches back in and similarly pulls out...that other guy.::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::hopes but knows that McKnight didn't scan the cocoon.. he would have drawn his phaser first::

ElRiov trIdrys: :::surveys SB, shakes head::: We went through a lot here ...

Kiley Airell: yes Sir, your bones are no longer broken.

LtDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ Is that Ellis I hear making vaguely disapproving sounds in the background. No, I didn;t shoot it, sheep girl.

vadmblackthorne: Internal damage?

MajorAZinthys: ::just looks confused::

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::nods::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Closes the door to the turbolift bay, and orders the computer to repressurize that deck::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::fights the urge to sticks her toughe out at the comm::

MajorAZinthys: Anyways. I understand the importance of figuring out what we're going up against.

MCptAdamDrake: Something's wrong. ::sprints down the corridor to the TL - which doesn't work::

Kiley Airell: Yes Sir, you have some internal injury. You are healing well.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes off his breather and takes out out his tricorder, quickly but thoroughly scanning Marlowe and Wilkstein::

vadmblackthorne: Give me something to clear my head.

WillFMarlowe: ::there is nothing unusual about either of them::

MCptAdamDrake: Damn it. Let's move. ::throws himself into the nearest TL and starts climbing like mad down to the next deck::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::nods:: I can try to use scans of the fragments, Sir, if you'd rather not bring them onto the ship

8:35 PM

MajorAZinthys: ::pats her ankle:: That all I can for you here. Get to sickbay and they can help you with the swelling.

Kiley Airell: I can't do that Admiral

LtDougMcKnight: ::Slaps Marlowe lightly in the face, not sure about giving him anything, given how inexplicable his condition is::

Kiley Airell: You need to rest.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::puts her foot back on the floor:: Yes sir..

LtDougMcKnight: ::Sorry, make that slaps him lightly and REPEATEDLY::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Thank you..

vadmblackthorne: Doctor, you know just as well as I do that given the current situation, I can't afford to do that.

WillFMarlowe: ::his eyelids flutter before they stay open:: Huh . . . ?

MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: Once you're patched up, you can take a shuttle out and gather some crystals.

MCptAdamDrake: Kellon> +Drake+ We've completed deck twenty-four, but we can't bring it all on-line without that last deck.

LtDougMcKnight: You okay down there?

Kiley Airell: ::frowns:: Can you rest for another hour Admiral?

MCptAdamDrake: ::nods:: +Kellon+ Understood, I'm on my way to see how Beta shift is doing.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks up at McKnight:: Midshipman--! ::blinks again, bringing McKnight's face into focus and realizing that he is no longer in the repair bay::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::stands and nods:: Yes Sir..

LtDougMcKnight: ::Encourages at the old fashioned approach's success with Marlowe, begins shaking Wilkstein::

LtDougMcKnight: Hey, watch it now. I didn't get promoted so I could be called cabin boy.

WillFMarlowe: Lieutenant. I'm . . . ::sits up, touching a hand gingerly to his head and sounding quite surprised:: I'm fine.

MajorAZinthys: Now go get fixed so you can get some work done.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::nods and heads for the tl::

LtDougMcKnight: +Security+ Whoever's in charge down there, send 2 marines down to deck 22, section gamma. Fully armed.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks at Wilkstein:: We need to get him to sickbay.

LtDougMcKnight: +Security+ And have them bring down an extra rifle.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::heads for sick bay::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Nods::

WillFMarlowe: ::blinks:: Security? What--why?

LtDougMcKnight: +Security+ Have them wait there. I'll be along presently.

MCptAdamDrake: ::sprints out onto the deck and shoves the two marines at the entrance aside - throwing himself into the tube - followed by his four other people::

vadmblackthorne: I might able to come back in an hour. Right now I don't know the status of my ship.

MajorAZinthys: ::taps:: +KA+ Bridge to Sickbay.

Kiley Airell: Can you find out the status of your ship from here Admiral and then rest for another hour?

WillFMarlowe: ::Remembers the explosions, the hull breech, everything:: What the hell happened?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::is replaying the moments in the fighter wondering if maybe there was something she missed::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Helps Marlow support Wilkstein:: I'm guessing you don't remember anything about that weirdo cocoon thing in there. Odd security blanket, but it seems to have done its job.

Kiley Airell: +Zinthys+Sickbay here, go ahead Major.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::walks into sick bay not really paying attention::

MCptAdamDrake: ::runs a tricorder over the area they're in:: Shit. The levels are almost minimum - what was Michael thinking?

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> What we do?

MajorAZinthys: +KA+ What is the status of Admiral Blackthorne?

WillFMarlowe: ::honestly having no idea what McKnight is talking about:: Cocoon thing?

8:40 PM

LtDougMcKnight: The highlights? We got rammed by some ship made of jewelry. You've been sucking vacuum. But you tell me you're fine, and the tricorder seems to agree with you.

MCptAdamDrake: We get in and get out and complete what they've finished?

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> But what about the air levels?

LtDougMcKnight: Once we get this man to sickbay, I'll bring you bak here, and try to show you myself.

WillFMarlowe: ::nods::

Kiley Airell: +Zinthys+He's awake, but needs his rest. I'm trying to convince him to stay for another hour. He would like to know the status of his ship first though.

MCptAdamDrake: I'll handle that... ::takes a deep breath, opens the hatch, crawls in::

MajorAZinthys: +KA+ On my way.

WillFMarlowe: But you still haven't explained why you called for security. Did something happen? Were we boarded?

MCptAdamDrake: ::points at several people and points outward as Olonzo, Quincy, and Jameston start hauling out people::

MCptAdamDrake: ::taps the console to disengage the systems from the other decks::

LtDougMcKnight: An alien organism is aboard this ship, and doing really creepy things to the crew. Shooting it is one of several options.

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks to the TL:: Sickbay.

MCptAdamDrake: ::holding his breath, knowing he'll get maybe one other breath::

vadmblackthorne: I still want something to clear my head.

WillFMarlowe: I see . . . Mind his arm. I think it's broken.

MCptAdamDrake: ::thinks:: Cross the power relays, readjust the integrity fields, power up the EM relays...

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::looking around for a nurse so she can at least say she was in sick bay. wants to get to a shuttle::

LtDougMcKnight: (Or he could have just brought some oxygen...but hey, what do I know? I'm just an actor.)

LtDougMcKnight: Gotcha.

MajorAZinthys: <<But that ruins to whole effect>>

MCptAdamDrake: {{His people were in danger, he wasn't going to wait to save them... }}

MajorAZinthys: <<the*>>

Kiley Airell: ::turns back to the Admiral:: Can't do that if you're going to rest for another hour.

vadmblackthorne: I can rest with a clear head.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::goes over to Ellis:: May I help you?

MCptAdamDrake: Activate the electro-static pumps...

vadmblackthorne: And vision.

LtDougMcKnight: (Uh huh...)

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out of the TL::

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks into sickbay::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Helps Wilkstein into the turbolift:: Sickbay.

MCptAdamDrake: ::watches the integrity sky-rocket and pulls Michael with him as he dumps out onto the corridor outside::

LtDougMcKnight: (IS his arm broken?)

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks towards the larget knot of people::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: The Major told be to come in. He patched up my ankle but wants it looked at by one of you MD types

Kiley Airell: ::sees the Major and motions him over::

WillFMarlowe: ::cringes as the doors hiss shut:: ((Why not?))

MajorAZinthys: ::Spots Kiley motioning him and walks over::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::nods:: Come right on over here and we'll look at it. ::gestures to biobed::

LtDougMcKnight: (Well, cuz if the medical tricorder didn't pick it up...well, crappiness.)

LtDougMcKnight: ::Kneels down in front of Wilkstein:: Here, help me set this bone.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::pulls out med tricorder and scans it::

8:45 PM

LtDougMcKnight: Good time to be unconscious, pally.

MajorAZinthys: Admiral, how do you feel?

WillFMarlowe: ::shakes his head:: You could do more damage. We have a sickbay nearby . . . no reason to risk it.

MCptAdamDrake: Come on... ::head spinning as he pulls the people towards the jeffery tubes::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::hopes ontp the biobed::

MajorAZinthys: ::Grinz, already knowing the answer::

MCptAdamDrake: ::crawls through the jeffery tubes:: +Zinthys+ Drake to Bridge.

Kiley Airell: ::picks up another drug to help clear the vision::

LtDougMcKnight: Marlowe, do you have any idea how crowded sickbay is right now?

ElRiov trIdrys: All right ... some torn ligaments but this will mend quickly ... :::gets out regeneration equipment:::

MajorAZinthys: Ensign Holder> +Drake+ Bridge here, go ahead.

WillFMarlowe: He isn't in any danger of losing his arm. He can wait.

MCptAdamDrake: +Holder+ We've got the emergency forcefields up and running and ready for activation. It'll keep us from being depressurized, but as far as warp, still unknown.

vadmblackthorne: Like I've been thrown into a bulkhead.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::gets to work ...:::: Just a few moments here.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::sits.. wants to get out and to a shuttle::

LtDougMcKnight: I have field medic training, and it was pretty much all I did for a year on my last assignment. I can handle a friggin broken arm. Besides, I gave him a scan. I'm not gonna kill him.

vadmblackthorne: Report, Major.

Kiley Airell: ::uses the hypospray on the admiral:: that should help with your vision admiral.

ElRiov trIdrys: I'm Dr Idrys by the way Lieutenant ... ?

MajorAZinthys: Holder> +Drake+ I'll let Major Zinthys know.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::keeps working on the ankle::

MajorAZinthys: For starters, we lost the bottom three decks.

MCptAdamDrake: ::shakes head:: +Holder+ Drake out.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Ellis..

LtDougMcKnight: But if you don't wanna help, fine. Your call. But if I can drop this guy off in need of nothing more than some aspirin, that's what I'm gonna do.

WillFMarlowe: ::chuckles a little:: Lieutenant, may I see your license?

MajorAZinthys: Drake is working on getting the force fields activated

MCptAdamDrake: Take them to sickbay. I've got to get back to engineering. I've got a crippled ship that I need to get flying.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes Wilkstein's arm in both hands, and forces the bone back into the correct position before starting with the bone welder::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::reaches for hypospray, injects ankle:: All right Lieutenant Ellis, that should take care of the injury and the pain ... I hope you'll stay off of that for a while though. It was pretty nasty.

MCptAdamDrake: ::mutters something as he gets into the turbolift:: Deck Sixteen, Main Engineering.

MajorAZinthys: McKnight has the marines that can doing combat medic duty throughout the ship.

LtDougMcKnight: Left it at the office. Hate when that happens.

WillFMarlowe: What the hell--He's my patient!

vadmblackthorne: ::blinks as his vision clears::

MajorAZinthys: Casualties are unknown but are in the hundreds already.

WillFMarlowe: ::kneels and examines the arm::

LtDougMcKnight: Sue me.

Kiley Airell: ::runs another scan over the Admiral to check how his injuries in his brain is doing::

vadmblackthorne: What's down?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Well, I don't have to stand to work a shuttle so ::shurgs and hopes down:: Thanks Doc..

ElRiov trIdrys: Just what happened anyhow? All hell broke loose on the ship ...

MajorAZinthys: I sent out a distress beacon, so hopefully we'll get some help.

ElRiov trIdrys: Any time Lieutenant.

MajorAZinthys: Warp is down. I don't know if we can even get that back outside of a starbase

8:50 PM

LtDougMcKnight: ::Looks behind him as the door whistles open, signaling that they've arrived at their destination::

MajorAZinthys: Transporters are inoperative

Kiley Airell: ::listens to the report, not liking the sound of it all::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: A hunk of the ship was blown off when a huge gem blew it's top..

WillFMarlowe: ::with surprising strength, he grabs McKnight's wrist and holds on; there is a dangerous, almost wild, edge in his voice:: Lieutenant, I don't know what your department is--but my patients are my business. Don't do that again.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::eyes widen:: A gem?

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: yeap..

ElRiov trIdrys: At least it wasn't a R'hee.

MajorAZinthys: Most of the power we're generating is going towards maintaining the force fields, so, even if they are operational, I don't know what other systems will be going.

vadmblackthorne: Doctor, I can't stay here.

MajorAZinthys: <<LOL>>

MCptAdamDrake: ::runs into engineering::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: (::groans:: Eric! ::laughs:: )

LtDougMcKnight: ::Smiles amiably before grabbing a hold of Marlowe's little finger with his free hand, and pulling hard::

ElRiov trIdrys: ( I must write a paper on the precious stones of Romulus one day. ...  )

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> ::with four unconscious engineers walks into sickbay:: We need some help here...

Kiley Airell: Just an hour Admiral. Let the rest of the swelling in your brain go down. I can't give you a drug to clear that up.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Uses the opportunity to wrench his wrist free from Marlowe's grasp, and rises to his feet::

LtDougMcKnight: Gotcha, doc.

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: Now if you'll excuse me Doctor I have a shuttle to catch..

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::heads out::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::nods:: Very well Lieu ... ::sighs:: Gone already.

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > Like the wind ...

LtDougMcKnight: Now, we can bitch about juristiction some more if you like. But maybe we should get this guy some help first? Just a thought.

vadmblackthorne: Sounds to me like I'll have a helluva headache.

vadmblackthorne: ::swings his legs off the table and sits up::

WillFMarlowe: ::between clenched teeth:: Mind. His. Arm. Lieutenant.

MajorAZinthys: ::Puts a hand on Ian's shoulder:: Admiral, you can't.

Kiley Airell: Admiral, it's more then that.

Kiley Airell: You leave, you could return with permanant brain damage.

LtDougMcKnight: Yeah yeah, heard you the first time.

MCptAdamDrake: Jameston> ::shouts to Idrys:: You there, we need some help!

LtDougMcKnight: ::Gently gets Wilkstein to his feet, and helps carry him the rest of the way::

8:55 PM

WillFMarlowe: ::enters sickbay::

vadmblackthorne: ::sighs and lays back down::

WillFMarlowe: Nelson!

ElRiov trIdrys: All right ... ::moves over:: What is it>

ElRiov trIdrys: ?

LtDougMcKnight: Well, if you can take it from here, I have something to poke and prod.

MCptAdamDrake has left this chat.

Kiley Airell: Thank you Admiral. ::injects him with a sedative:: this will help you sleep and heal.

vadmblackthorne: I don't want to sleep.

ElRiov trIdrys: ::looks at engineers:: Whooboy. T'Nal ... ::gestures:: Let's get them moved stat.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Takes the turbolift back to deck 22, and of course, everyone had EV suits this time. Magic edit, I guess.::

MajorAZinthys: I have things under control, Admiral. Stay here and don't die.

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > ::moves over and helps move the patients::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::trying to find a way to the shuttle bay around all the damage::

vadmblackthorne: Third Fleet... Discovery should be nearby.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Nods to the 2 waiting marines, and takes the spare rifle they brought:: Sorry about the wait. You know doctors.

ElRiov trIdrys: All right ... ::supervises and helps move patients to biobeds::

Kiley Airell: ::thinks the sedative will start to work in about 10 minutes and the admiral will have no choice on sleeping:: You just rest then Admiral.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::pulls out med tricorder and runs scans::: All right let's start.

MajorAZinthys: ::nods:: I'll see if I can put out a message to them.

vadmblackthorne: It's probable they haven't received the distress call yet.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Engages magnetic boots, and re-opens the door to the turbolift repair bay, sweeping the area with a rifle mounted flash light::

ElRiov trIdrys: :::starts on patient 1::: ::qm:: Don't let the bastards win ...

MCptAdamDrake has joined this chat.

LtDougMcKnight: ::Activates the helmet cam on his suit, thus establishing a link with some lackies in the security office's control room, ordering the toher 2 marines to do the same::

LtDougMcKnight: (WB)

WillFMarlowe has left this chat.

MCptAdamDrake: {{Thanks.}}

WillFMarlowe has joined this chat.

LtDougMcKnight: (WB)

MCptAdamDrake: ::takes some PADDs and looks at the readouts and how much he has to do to get the ship warp-worthy again::

MajorAZinthys: I'll send out a message directly to them.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::finishes on patient 1 heads to 2 and starts:::

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: ::steping over fallen wires and ducking out of the way of sparking consols::

LtDougMcKnight: ::McKnight and his 2 men fan out, continuing to search the bay for the cocoon he saw::

WillFMarlowe: ((Thanks. Stupid computer hiccups.))

9:00 PM

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal how are au doing there?

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > As best I can with this patient ... might take a bit but we'll get him through.

WillFMarlowe: ::no trace of the cocoon remains in the bay, as its source is no longer there::

vadmblackthorne: Alright, in the meantime...

LtDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ Major, this is McKnight. Sweeping the bay now. No sign of the object I sighted earlier so far.

vadmblackthorne: Get us as operational as you can and get as much...

vadmblackthorne: ::blinks:::

vadmblackthorne: ::glares at the ceiling::

LtDougMcKnight: ::Activates a wrist mounted tricorder and starts sweeping the bay for any traces of it::

WillFMarlowe: ::runs his hands through his hair and begins to insinuate himself into sickbay's hectic atmosphere::

vadmblackthorne: information about what attacked us as you can.

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Keep on it.

ElRiov trIdrys: :::finishes and heads to patient 4 while T'Nal works on #3:::

LtDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ Yes sir.

MajorAZinthys: ::cocks his head to the side at the admiral::

Kiley Airell: Admiral, I'm sure the major knows what to do. Just lay back and rest.

MajorAZinthys: ::Looks to see what Ian was looking at::

MCptAdamDrake: ::thinks:: This is ridiculous...

vadmblackthorne: We just had to be in the middle on nowhere.

vadmblackthorne: Do we even have...

vadmblackthorne: impulse?

ElRiov trIdrys: T'Nal > All right ... ::moves over to where Idrys is::

MajorAZinthys: ::Nods:: I'll get Drake to get us moving.

vadmblackthorne: ::nods:: Dismissed and report back in two hours.

MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir.

MajorAZinthys: ::Turns smartly and walks to the TL::

MajorAZinthys: Deck 1.

Kiley Airell: Now, you get some rest Sir.

vadmblackthorne: ::starts snoring::

LtDougMcKnight: Well, this is certainly riveting.

WillFMarlowe: ::pulls on a smock and pockets a tricorder, then helps a patient onto a newly-vacated biobed::

9:05 PM

LtDougMcKnight: In wonder if it's rainign in Montana right now.

Kiley Airell: ::smiles and looks around sickbay to see if there are any other patients

vadmblackthorne: PAUSE SIM

vadmblackthorne: PAUSE SIM

vadmblackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Lt  jg  D  Ellis: pasued

MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into whistle::

MajorAZinthys: Attention!!

LtDougMcKnight: ::AA::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

ElRiov trIdrys: ::AA::

MCptAdamDrake: ::@@::