You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
LtAaron Markus: Admiral on deck!
VAdm Blackthorne: Hey everyone
MajorAZinthys: Good Evening.
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get started. Major?
MajorAZinthys: ::blows into whistle::
LtAaron Markus: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, the Atlantis crew is still stuck on the unnamed planet we landed on after
the Constitution's demise. Wooden fortifications have been built around our lakeside home and
everything seems in order while we wait to be rescued.
VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
MajorAZinthys: Is everything operable?
MajorAZinthys: Phasers? tricorders?
VAdm Blackthorne: Yep
Lt TKirr: Don't you know... they have lifetime battery lives =P
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, the phasers will eventually lose charge if they're never recharged.
Lt TKirr: I was joking >_0
VAdm Blackthorne: I would imagine that tricorders draw less power and would therefore last longer.
Kiley Airell: how long will they last?
LtAaron Markus: As long as we have the replicators, I don't care.
VAdm Blackthorne: Now, who said anything about replicators?
LtAaron Markus: D'oh!
Lt TKirr: Escape pods.. with replicators... love it
CaptDougMcKnight: Well, those escape pods all had engines. We can cannibalise those for power if need be.
VAdm Blackthorne: Replicators are far too complex to equip every escape pod with.
Lt TKirr: Of course, I didn't know they had phasers and tricorders, either.
LtAaron Markus: Just the Admiral's pod......
VAdm Blackthorne: There are stocks of rations aboard along with water purification kits.
Lt TKirr: What happened to good ol' boiling water?
VAdm Blackthorne: Easier to drop a tablet in. :-)
CaptDougMcKnight: And the rations have all been placed under guard, so no need to worry about the fat guy eating
Lt TKirr: ::looks around for the fat guy::
VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then.
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
LtAaron Markus: <<::Unintentionally looks at the Admiral::>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Tours his various patrols::
CptKetchum has left the room.
Lt TKirr: ::stands at her makeshift laboratory somewhere in the camp, cataloging bio samples::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::casts a fishing line back out into the lake, the first fish he caught having been
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Stands at the closest edge to the forest behind the shallow trench dug in behind the palisades,
and looks out at...whatever there is to see::
LtAaron Markus: ::out on recon on the other side of the lake scanning at the top of a hill::
Lt TKirr: ::swats at a persistant bug::
LtAaron Markus: ::takes a deep breath:: Wow...that's nice.
CaptDougMcKnight: Yeah, screw it. I'm getting some chow. Sergeant Li, look after the place for me.
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> Yes sir.
Kiley Airell: ::sitting and talking with an enlisted man who had just enlisted::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a nibbles::
Lt TKirr: ::puts down her tools and takes in a deep breath, looking around the serene camp::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Heads on over to the pod that's been set aside for ration storage, and nods to the two marines
stationed at the entrance as he grabs a pack containing a Star Fleet field ration before heading on down to the lake::
LtAaron Markus: ::looks at tricorder readings:: No large animals near here...I wonder what's over those mountains to
Lt TKirr: Marine01> ::checks off McKnight on his list::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets a bite and yanks the rod back to set the hook::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Claps the marine on the shoulder:: Good man.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Walking up behind Blackthorne as he tears off the top of the silvery packaging with his teeth:: I
take it they're biting, sir?
VAdm Blackthorne: Yep. ::reeling::
Kiley Airell: ::trying to reassure the kid that things would be okay::
LtAaron Markus: ::sits down on a rock and looks out across the lake at the camp::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Sits down a few feet away as he starts eating his bland but substantive wafer:: What're you
using for bait?
VAdm Blackthorne: Would you believe that these new pods are equipped with collapsible fishing
rods and a few lures?
LtAaron Markus: ::notices a bug by his foot and scans it with the TC for TKirr's study, then squashes it...::
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
LtAaron Markus: Nasty looking thing.
CaptDougMcKnight: The hell you say. Point me in the right direction.
VAdm Blackthorne: Any of the pods will have one in the survival gear.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::finishes pulling the fish ashore::
LtAaron Markus: ::Gets back up and starts to walk around the lake opposite the way he came, to make a full circle::
CaptDougMcKnight: Sweet. Get ready for some competition.
VAdm Blackthorne: Excellent. All the better for a crew that's already tired of rations.
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::tears breathlessly toward the camp dropping, forest behind him, heading for
Sergeant Li at the perimeter::
LtAaron Markus: ::stops along the way to catalogue a few more bugs and plant life::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::As he gets up:: I'm pretty sure they were born tired of rations. It takes a marine to eat these
things 24/7 without complaining about it.
Lt TKirr: <<EDIT: "dropping scanning gear">>
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Notes Logan in the clearing, and turns to the 2 marines beside him.:: You two, with me.
The rest of you, keep your eyes open!
VAdm Blackthorne: ::pulls out the knife he took from the survival gear, then guts and filets the fish::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Rushes onto a build in elevated step, and from there climbs quickly out of the trench, the
other two following::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::slows as he approaches, then falling to his knees, slash-wounds visible on
CaptDougMcKnight: (built in)
VAdm Blackthorne: ::hands it off to the chef::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> Wo-wolf... thing!... ::points behind him::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::gasps, attempting to catch his breath::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::As he reaches Logan:: Christ...we need a medic out here!
VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns and runs up to Logan::
CaptDougMcKnight: Marine peons>::Raise their rifles toward the treeline::
Lt TKirr: ::perks an ear, looking over, hearing the commotion::
MajorAZinthys: ::happens to be at the other end of the perimeter::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Pokes his head out of the pod at the mention of a medic, and grabs a med kit before he too
Kiley Airell: ::looks around and wonders what all the commotion is about::
VAdm Blackthorne: Were you alone, Ensign?
LtAaron Markus: ::walks into camp on the other end:: Hey Major, how are things going over here?
Kiley Airell: ::heads over to see what is going on::
MajorAZinthys: Everything's calm here. Fortuanetly.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Kneels beside Logan as he breaks out a medical tricorder and begins a quick scan::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::more comprehensible, shaking his head:: N-no, I was with Ensign Fuller, I
think we ran different directions...
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> Some wolf... thing... twice my size... didn't even see it coming...
VAdm Blackthorne: McKnight, send a patrol out to find Fuller. It shouldn't be too difficult to pinpoint
LtAaron Markus: That's good. ::raises his tricorder:: Got a few more "specimens" for TKirr.
Lt TKirr: ::walking towards the edge of the camp and stands at perimeter, recognizing Logan::
Kiley Airell: ::sees the injured man and McKnight scanning him:: Mind if I take over Doug?
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods and looks up at Li:: Sergeant, take 3 men with you. Spread out, but stay in visual
contact with each other at all times.
MajorAZinthys: Oh? Of what?
LtAaron Markus: If he's lucky, he might find pieces of them on my boot...::smiles::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Looks up at Airell and smiles:: Not at all. He just needs a quick patch up job.
LtAaron Markus: A few insect scans.
CaptDougMcKnight: Admiral, permission to command the patrol personally.
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::frowns, looking at McKnight, then at himself, apparently just then noticing his
Kiley Airell: ::nods, takes a look at the scans, and then begins to treat the man, more concerned about shock
then anything else::
VAdm Blackthorne: Denied. You and the Major are accompanying me.
CaptDougMcKnight: With respect, what could possibly be more important than finding a lost and potentially
LtAaron Markus: I was thinking of asking the Admiral about taking one of the pods to the south over the mountain
range down that way. ::points::
MajorAZinthys: I don't think we can risk the power right now.
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::looks over his shoulder, hoping to spot Fuller, but sees no one::
VAdm Blackthorne: Killing the thing that wounded him.
LtAaron Markus: Yeah...I kinda figured that's what he would say too.
CaptDougMcKnight: You're gonna try hunting down all the wildlife in this area with fangs?
Lt TKirr: << Neener, I crashed the Admiral's fishing day =P>>
Kiley Airell: ::treats the wounds, then helps the man back to a tent where he can lay down and stay warm::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::is helped::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::lies down in tent and smiles weakly:: Thank you, Ms. Airell... I hope Fuller's
VAdm Blackthorne: How many "giant wolf-like things" can one local eco-system support?
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Watches Li, annoyed but approving at the same time, as the Sergeant leads his patrol off
without waiting for further orders::
MajorAZinthys: ::Shrugs:: We need to be sure we're here when help comes.
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm guessing one, perhaps two.
CaptDougMcKnight: You're the admiral...you wanna go hunting, we go hunting.
LtAaron Markus: Yeah, I know. I just can't help being curious about this place...It's so untouched my civilization, that
it's a wonder...
Lt TKirr: ::stands at the perimeter, watching McKnight and Blackthorne::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Spreads his men out in a line as they retrace Logan's most recent steps, calling for Fuller as
they scan the area with both eye and tricorder::
LtAaron Markus: Maybe the Federation could colonize here.
VAdm Blackthorne: Get the Major. We move out in five.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Heads back to the perimeter:: +Zinthys+ McKnight to Zinthys.
MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Go ahead.
LtAaron Markus: ::listens intently::
Kiley Airell: ::makes sure that someone stays with the man, then heads back out to see what else is going
CaptDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ Sir, could you please meet me by redoubt number 5? Apparently, there's some sort
of large carnivore in the area. Wolf-like, twice the size of a man. It's attacked 2 of our people, and Blackthorne
wants us to help him
CaptDougMcKnight: hunt it down.
MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ on the way.
LtAaron Markus: ::mouths the words "oh shit"::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at markus:: We'll continue this later.
MajorAZinthys: ::Moves out::
LtAaron Markus: ::nods:: Sure.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Looks down at the men in the trench:: Gonzales, toss me that tricorder!
LtAaron Markus: ::walks further into camp and heads for TKirr's lab::
Lt TKirr: ::is not at her lab::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Catches the instrument as it's thrown, and attaches it to his belt as he waits for Zinthys so he
can fill him in on any details possible::
WillFMarlowe: ::comes out of warp and guides his shuttle into orbit around the crew's temporary
home:: +Escape pods+ This is Doctor Marlowe. Is anyone receiving this transmission?
MajorAZinthys: ::Sees redoubt five::
LtAaron Markus: <<I know...I'll just have to sit and wait for you>>
MajorAZinthys: ::Sees Doug::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks over to him::
MajorAZinthys: Let's go.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::heards a pod chirping:;
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods to Zinthys:: Yes, sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: One moment.
WillFMarlowe: +Escape pods+ . . . Repeat, Doctor Marlowe on board shuttle Nineveh. Is anyone
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks inside the pod and activates the comm system on the wall:: +Marlowe+
This is Vice Admiral Blackthorne, Doctor. I'm hoping you come aboard a rescue ship?
MajorAZinthys: ::nervously eyes the horizon::
WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ I'm sorry, Admiral, but all I have is a shuttlecraft. Shall I land?
VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ Yes, go ahead.
Lt TKirr: ::approaches the pod where Blackthorne disappeared and peers inside::
WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ Acknowledged.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks out::
VAdm Blackthorne: Doctor Marlowe is about to land with a shuttle.
VAdm Blackthorne: Unfortunately, all he has is a shuttle.
LtAaron Markus: ::gets to TKirr's lab and notices she's not there:: Hmmm...where'd she go? ::looks around::
CaptDougMcKnight: Splendid. We should get moving, sir.
MajorAZinthys: Well, that's... good that he's alive, for certain.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods to McKnight:: Indeed.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes the phaser from his belt and checks its charge::
VAdm Blackthorne: Major, Captain, let's move.
WillFMarlowe: ::begins re-entry, peering out the viewport as the craft starts to shake and bounce in the
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods and heads for the treeline::
MajorAZinthys: ::Has to do no such thing for the phaser rifle slung over his shoulder::
MajorAZinthys: ::Walks behind Ian wordlessly::
Lt TKirr: ::watches the men head off toward the forest, having beein filled in by a marine::
CaptDougMcKnight: +Li+ Report.
Lt TKirr: ::walks slowly back toward her lab, arms crossed, wondering if she should forage for a
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +McKnight+ We've got a signal, sir. Half mile distant. The guy must have really been
moving. We're moving to investigate.
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::running for his life, not knowing he's no longer being chased::
CaptDougMcKnight: +Li+ Stay sharp, Sergeant. If it's got more than 2 legs, shoot it.
LtAaron Markus: ::sits down near TKirr's lab and plays solitaire on the tricorder::
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::grunts as he scrabbles up a rocky incline::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +McKnight+ Yes, sir. Li out.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looking about as they walk for signs of a large animal::
Lt TKirr: ::enters her lab, spots Markus tapping away on a tricorder::
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks about, pointing at the trees with his rifle::
Lt TKirr: Checking over my work?
LtAaron Markus: ::hears TKirr's footsteps and looks up:: Oh there you are.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Hoists his rifle, thankfully light weight thanks to the advanced construction, in his right hand as
he takes out his tricorder and begins scannign with his left::
LtAaron Markus: ::stands up and shuts off the solitaire game::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::staring at the cleared part of her forest, very unhappy::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::At the top of his lungs:: Fuller?
LtAaron Markus: No, I was just going over something. ::hands her the tricorder:: Got you a few more bug scans and
plant scans, over on the other side of the lake.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::quietly:: Anything on tricorder?
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::thinks he hears something and pauses::
Kiley Airell: <<I need to get going all, I'm falling asleep here>>
CaptDougMcKnight: I've got something large enough to be our wolf. 200 meters to the Northeast.
WillFMarlowe: ::keys in the landing sequence as the shuttle flies over the area where the pods fell::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::slinks off into the underbrush, ferns brushing along her ancient, black hide::
LtAaron Markus: <<'Night Kiley>>
MajorAZinthys: Let's go.
Lt TKirr: <<Night Kiley!>>
MajorAZinthys: ::moves that way::
CaptDougMcKnight: It's moving.
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Once more, with feeling:: Fuller?
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::doesn't dare make a noise, but stays still on the rock::
Kiley Airell has left the room.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Picks up his pace just a bit, but looks up often enough to make sure he doesn't run into
VAdm Blackthorne: ::moving along, phaser at the ready::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::catches scent of the party, growling, and picks up speed in its direction::
VAdm Blackthorne: Listen.
MajorAZinthys: ::Stops moving::
CaptDougMcKnight: And look. It's headed toward us.
WillFMarlowe: ::steps out of the shuttle as the hatch opens, medkit over his shoulder, and looks
MajorAZinthys: ::Readies his rifle::
Lt TKirr: ::takes it from Markus:: Thank you.
LtAaron Markus: You're welcome. Have fun. ::heads out::
Lt TKirr: ::sets it down and walks out, looking for Marlowe's shuttle::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::nears::
VAdm Blackthorne: Spread out.
WillFMarlowe: ::spots T'Kirr and walks over:: Hello, Lieutenant. What's our situation?
MajorAZinthys: ::moves away from the other two::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::moves to one side and kneels::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::slows to a stop and sniffs around, spotting them with her keen infravision,
then begins to stalk Blackthorne::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::listening:;
CaptDougMcKnight: ::::Picks a direction, but stays within sight of the others, noting that the thing appears to have
LtAaron Markus: ::walks over to the shuttle he flew down and grabs another tricorder:: Well, I've got more scanning
to do, I just hope I don't run into anything like whatever they we're saying to the Major.
Lt TKirr: Welcome, Doctor. The Admiral has taken a party out to find a carnivorous creature that
attacked one of my scientists. Other than that, everything is fine.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Zeroes in on its approximate position with his rifle, waiting for a shot, keeping track of the
readings with his peripheral vision::
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::narrows his eyes and notices movement::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::slinks behind Blackthorne's position, believing she is unnoticed::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Approaching Fuller's position, frowning as he notes the lack of movement, continuing to
call his name::
WillFMarlowe: Attacked? I should have a look at that.
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::sees Li below in the forest:: Hey!
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Has put the tricorder away now, zeroing in on the animal with imaging sensors::
Lt TKirr: ::points:: I believe Logan is in that tent.
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::Waves his entire party up the rock face, reaching him first, but followed quickly by the
medic:: Fuller, are you hurt?
WillFMarlowe: ::nods and starts for the tent::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::listening and slowly turning to face the direction of the slight movement noises
he can hear::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::gathers her feet under her, ready to pounce::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::raises his phaser::
LtAaron Markus: ::stops and grabs a phaser rifle just in case:: That's better. ::heads off to the west::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Smiles, let's face it, a little sadistically, as he squeezes off a shot, weapon set to kill::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::fires::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::flies at Blackthorne, all roar and fury, a big black shadow::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::flinches at the hit::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::fires again::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Continues to fire, though it's much harder to hit a target in mid-air::
Lt TKirr: ::moves to tackle Blackthorne again, and yelps at the second hit, dead weight landing on
WillFMarlowe: ::walks into the tent:: Mr. Logan?
VAdm Blackthorne: Erf
Lt TKirr: <<Erm, that was the wolf, not me =P>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ((I figured)
LtAaron Markus: <<Erf?>>
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::blinks and looks up::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::However, once she comes to rest on Blackthorne, she's an easy target for several more phaser
bolts fired into her flank::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::roars in fury and goes limp for good::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::fights his way out from under the wolf::
WillFMarlowe: Let's see. ::takes a tricorder out of the medkit and scans Logan:: So, Ensign, what
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Comes running to help Blackthorne extricate himself:: Sir, are you okay?
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::gulps:: They didn't tell you? This big black wolf thing... ::points to slash
marks across his arms::
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::is very heavy::
CaptDougMcKnight: 400 pounds of wolf notwithstanding.
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::climbs down to Li::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::finally extracts himself from the wolfpile::
VAdm Blackthorne: I've been better.
WillFMarlowe: Are you experiencing any discomfort? When was the last time you had any
CaptDougMcKnight: Lemme rephrase then. Anything broken?
LtAaron Markus: ::sets his tricorder to autoscan so he can find his way back easily::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::squints:: Erm... I think Ms. Airell gave me something... she didn't say, but the
pain is numbed somewhat.
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::joins Li, all desperate-like::
VAdm Blackthorne: I don't think so.
VAdm Blackthorne: We need to get this body back to the camp. If this meat is edible, we can use it.
Lt TKirr: << Blackthorne and his Klingon bones, *nod*>>
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Looks down at the colossal mass of canine skeptically:: You're kidding, right?
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf> ::lies in a heap, black fur almost sucking in light, a small trail of smoke rising
from her wound::
VAdm Blackthorne: Not at all. It can either be butchered here, or a bunch of men can drag it out of
here. Either way, that's a lot of food if we can eat it.
WillFMarlowe: Let me know if it gets worse. ::begins a level 1 regeneration sequence on Logan's
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks rather like the wolf, but in a dirty, blackened, disheveled way::
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::nods:: Do you know if they found Fuller?
LtAaron Markus: ::walks through the trees enjoying the breeze and sunshine::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Takes out his combat knife:: I'm good for a leg.
Lt TKirr: Fuller> ::walks back with Li and his men, glancing over his shoulder distractedly::
WillFMarlowe: ::furrows his brow:: Fuller? I'm sorry, I just arrived.
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::Frowns:: Oh..
WillFMarlowe: What happened?
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> ::As the marines form a protective box around Fuller:: +McKnight+ Sir, we have Fuller.
CaptDougMcKnight: +Li+ And we have his attacker. I hope you like dog, sergeant.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles::
CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +McKnight+ Of course, sir. Li out.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Looks at Blackthorne:: You realize, of course, that Ellis is never going to let us hear the end of
VAdm Blackthorne: Ellis? What's her problem?
CaptDougMcKnight: Half Navajo, sir. Grew up on Dorvan V.
VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, right. Tree-hugger.
LtAaron Markus: ::hears something in the distance and stops looking in the direction it came from:: Oh boy.
::crouches down, phaser rifle at the ready::
VAdm Blackthorne: S'alright, she'll come round when everyone's eating barbequed wolf and she's
stuck with rations.
Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>
CaptDougMcKnight: I think she'd prefer the term preservationist, sir. But meat is meat.
Lt TKirr: DemiWolf2> ::howls far off in the distance, mourning his mate::
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm not one for political correctness when I'm hunting for food.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::bends over to pick up his phaser::
VAdm Blackthorne: Ow
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Perks up his head:: Well, that can't be good.
LtAaron Markus: ::sees an animal in the distance that looks a lot like a deer, only 1 1/2 times the size:: Is everything
VAdm Blackthorne: Ah, my back.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets to a knee and picks up the phaser::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::then makes his feet again, wincing::
CaptDougMcKnight: Yeah...maybe we should hold off on that barbecue. That thing's gonna be pissed.
LtAaron Markus: ::sets the phaser to use a high energy, narrow beam and looks through the scope:: Nice.
Lt TKirr: ::picks up a jacket somewhere and walks toward the perimeter, scanning the forestline with
VAdm Blackthorne: Get a squad of men out here to butcher this thing and bring it back in. The other
one will hold off for a few days, brooding.
Lt TKirr: 1/2sizeSquirrel> ::chatters at Markus from a tree trunk::
LtAaron Markus: ::sets the crosshairs on the deerlike animal::
LtAaron Markus: ::hears the squirrel:: Shut up.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
LtAaron Markus: ::paused::
Lt TKirr: Think I set a record for myself.. 5 NPCs? (O.o)
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, that's it for tonight. Happy Thanksgiving and I'll see y'all next week!
Lt TKirr: Happy Thanksgiving, g'night!
LtAaron Markus: Happy Thanksgiving all...
WillFMarlowe: Happy Thanksgiving! 'Night!
WillFMarlowe has left the room.