AIM Chat with ltaaronmarkus, MajorAZinthys, LMajAdamDrake, Kiley Airell, WillFMarlowe.

7:32 PM

LMajAdamDrake: Hey Will. Good to see ya back.

LtAaron Markus: Admiral on deck!

VAdm Blackthorne: Hello everyone!

LtAaron Markus: Evening, sir.

Kiley Airell: Hey J!

VAdm Blackthorne: Sorry about last week. Drugged up and asleep!

LtAaron Markus: That's okay. We played without ya.

VAdm Blackthorne: I saw! Well done.

Kiley Airell: excuses, excuses . . . (of course, I wasn't there because I forgot)

LtAaron Markus: Yeah, whatever.

7:35 PM

LtAaron Markus: HELLOOOO {echo: elo elo elo}

MajorAZinthys: Goodbye.

LMajAdamDrake: Uh, McKnight won't be joining us. He has to work.

7:40 PM

LMajAdamDrake: {Test}

Kiley Airell: (pass)

LtAaron Markus: {flunk}

LMajAdamDrake: Just making sure the room was still alive.

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get started. Major?

LtAaron Markus: The room isn't, but the people inside are.

MajorAZinthys: ::blows into whistle::

MajorAZinthys: Attention!

LtAaron Markus: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

LMajAdamDrake: ::@@::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight our newly fixed Atlantis is on the way to investigate the sudden lack of response from the remote colony of New Oceania.

VAdm Blackthorne: All communication abruptly stopped from the far away place, and we're to find out why.

VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

LMajAdamDrake: ::thinks:: Anarchist Scum.

MajorAZinthys: Is there anybody there named Ariel?

VAdm Blackthorne: ::zaps them both::

VAdm Blackthorne: Any intelligent questsions?

LtAaron Markus: ::stays extremely quiet::

7:45 PM

LMajAdamDrake: ::points out his wasn't a question::

VAdm Blackthorne: Thought not.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::Zaps Drake repeatedly::

LMajAdamDrake: ::has become zap-proof because of years of exposure::

LtAaron Markus: <<LOL>>

VAdm Blackthorne: ::yeah, right, nice try buddy::

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at Tactical::

LtAaron Markus: ::sitting at Helm/Ops wondering why so many planets have the word "New" in the name::

WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, reading up on the NO colony::

VAdm Blackthorne: :in his chair reading a PADD on New Oceania::

LMajAdamDrake: ::taps a console and prints out the readings for Engineering::

Kiley Airell: ::relaxes on the bridge::

LMajAdamDrake: ::is sort of bored that Engineering is running at optimum efficiency - damn Starfleet overhauls::

WillFMarlowe: ::starts at a minor explosion from Lab 1::

VAdm Blackthorne: Helm, ETA to the colony?

WillFMarlowe: ::calls into the Lab:: Nelson!

LMajAdamDrake: ::stands and moves into the actual Engineering:: Dare I ask for a report?

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Same as an hour ago, Major, same thing. ::smiles slightly::

LtAaron Markus: ::gets a blip on his panel and checks it real quick:: Sir, there was just a minor explosion in Medical Lab 1.

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::stumbles into sickbay proper, her dainty features smudged by the bluish smoke wafting out of the lab:: Sir?

7:50 PM

WillFMarlowe: Is there a problem?

VAdm Blackthorne: Zinthys, get a team down there.

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Nossir.

WillFMarlowe: ::groans as the smoke alarm bleeps behind his head nurse::

VAdm Blackthorne: I assume there are already doctors there.

LtAaron Markus: ::checks again:: There doesn't seem to be a fire.

MajorAZinthys: ::Dispatches a security team to Med lab 1::

LtAaron Markus: Yes.

WillFMarlowe: What's all this smoke for?

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Smoke, sir?

MajorAZinthys: Ensign Curry> ::Hauls ass for the medlab::

WillFMarlowe: Computer! Deactivate smoke detector! ::rubs his temple:: Nelson.

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> There was a small explosion in Medlab 1. Maybe some engineering things to do?

LMajAdamDrake: ::smirks:: Somehow, I doubt it.

LMajAdamDrake: Probably some gelatinous blob that was a hodgepodge of genetic material. If they need us, they'll call.

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Sorry, sir. They installed a new centrifuge in the lab, you see, and I was just . . .

MajorAZinthys: Curry> Anybody in here?

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> . . . Testing its operational limits.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks up at Curry:: Can I help you?

VAdm Blackthorne: Let me know when a report comes back from down there.

LtAaron Markus: Aye, sir.

MajorAZinthys: Curry> What happened in here?

LtAaron Markus: ::checks the ETA:: As to your previous question...We should be arriving at New Oceania in 32 minutes.

WillFMarlowe: Voice from inside the lab> . . . With volatile chemicals! ::various snorts and snickers drift out with the smoke::

WillFMarlowe: What happened? My staff. That's what happened.

7:55 PM

WillFMarlowe: The situation is well in hand. Thank you.

WillFMarlowe: Other voice> ::from inside the lab:: Speaking of hands, have you seen mine?

VAdm Blackthorne: Are we in long range sensor range yet?

MajorAZinthys: Curry> What caused the explosion?

LMajAdamDrake: {{LOL Will!}}

VAdm Blackthorne: ((::Dies:)

WillFMarlowe: ::simultaneously:: Marlowe> Operator error. --- Nelson> Computer malfunction.

WillFMarlowe: +Engineering+ Marlowe to engineering. There has been an incident in one of our labs and we require your assistance.

MajorAZinthys: Curry> A... problem with volatile chemicals?

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::looks at Adam, tilting his head::

LMajAdamDrake: +Marlowe+ What seems to to be the problem? ::Grabs a kit::

LtAaron Markus: Almost. There seems to be some interference from a gas cloud between us and the planet.

VAdm Blackthorne: I don't recall reading about a gas cloud in the area...

LtAaron Markus: I don't either, but there it is...::gestures at console::

WillFMarlowe: +Drake+ It seems that my staff was unfamiliar with a new instrument, and thus caused it to explode.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks at Curry:: A very minor problem, I assure you. There is no cause for concern.

LMajAdamDrake: +Marlowe+ On my way. ::steps into the turbolift:: Med Lab One.

VAdm Blackthorne: Navigate around it, we'll scan it as we go by.

8:00 PM

MajorAZinthys: Curry> ::nods sharply:: Very well, Doctor.

MajorAZinthys: Curry> ::Walks away, tapping on his PADD::

LtAaron Markus: Aye, sir. ::adjusts heading to go around the cloud::

WillFMarlowe: ::there is another explosion from the lab; bright green smoke gushes from the lab::

Lt TKirr has joined this chat.

Lt TKirr: <<Sorry>>

Kiley Airell: ((Hey TKirr!))

LtAaron Markus: <<Welcome>>

WillFMarlowe: <<Hey T'Kirr>>

LMajAdamDrake: {{T'Kirr! ::waves::}}

LMajAdamDrake: ::Steps out onto the deck and walks past Curry::

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Just in time T'Kirr!))

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Someone send her the brief))

MajorAZinthys: Sir, I have a report coming in that the explosion in the medlab was minor and already under control.

VAdm Blackthorne: Good. What was the cause?

MajorAZinthys: A bad mixture of volatile chemicals.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::frowns::

LMajAdamDrake: ::steps up to Will:: What's going on, Lieutenant? ::looks at the smoke, hesitantly::

VAdm Blackthorne: Injuries?

LtAaron Markus: ::keeps an eye on the gas cloud::

Lt TKirr: ::in quarters::

WillFMarlowe: I believe lab 1 is in need of repairs.

MajorAZinthys: Nothing sickbay cannot handle.

LMajAdamDrake: Well, thank you Doctor, anything a bit more specific?

VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Blackthorne to T'Kirr.

8:05 PM

WillFMarlowe: I haven't exactly been inside.

Lt TKirr: ::blinks:: +Blackthorne+ T'Kirr here.

LMajAdamDrake: Oh, I see, send the expendable engineer. ::sighs and steps into the lab, whipping out his tricorder::

VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Please report to the bridge.

Lt TKirr: +Blackthorne+ On my way.

Lt TKirr: ::quickly uniforms and heads out of her room towards the Bridge::

LtAaron Markus: ::

LtAaron Markus: <<Ooops>>

WillFMarlowe: Eller> ::snaps to attention as Drake enters the room; a puff of smoke drifts up from under her boot, as if she'd just stamped out a small fire::

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks at Eller:: Report.

LtAaron Markus: ::noticing the cloud is getting denser:: Sir, the cloud is changing somehow...

VAdm Blackthorne: Changing?

Lt TKirr: ::enters Bridge, relieving Ensign Logan::

WillFMarlowe: Eller> Equipment malfunction, sir. ::hoping that Drake doesn't notice the power setting on the blasted centrifuge::

LtAaron Markus: It's getting denser. ::puzzled::

LMajAdamDrake: ::stares, unconvinced:: Damage?

VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr?

WillFMarlowe: ::the gas is sucked out of the room and into the ship's recycler::

Lt TKirr: ::looks up:: Admiral?

WillFMarlowe: Eller> Minor damage, sir.

VAdm Blackthorne: The cloud?

LMajAdamDrake: ::scans the centrifuge::

Lt TKirr: ::looks at her panel::

8:10 PM

Lt TKirr: <<Sorry, just got here lol>>

Lt TKirr: <<Erm, what cloud am I looking at? O.o>>

LMajAdamDrake: ::blinks:: You care to explain why the centrifuge was set on the second the highest setting?

WillFMarlowe: Eller> Research, sir.

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Read Marcus' lines since you came in))

Lt TKirr: It has grown in density by thirteen percent.

Lt TKirr: Unknown cause.

LMajAdamDrake: Research? What kind of research that would require this much energy?

VAdm Blackthorne: Composition?

Kiley Airell: ::listens, staying quiet::

WillFMarlowe: A new drug, Lieutenant Major. ::steps into the lab:: I just reviewed the write-up from Starfleet Medical. ::hands Drake a PADD:: It's all here, if you are interested.

Lt TKirr: :beep beep*:: Mostly ionized boron, some sulfide traces.

VAdm Blackthorne: Natural composition then?

WillFMarlowe: Though it appears that my staff errored in preparing it for testing. I assume full responsibility.

Lt TKirr: Appears to be. Although its actions are definitely not.

8:15 PM

Lt TKirr: ::reads new information:: Perhaps it is reacting to our warp field.

LMajAdamDrake: ::Takes the PADD, skimming it because he's not really interested:: So, besides the centrifuge and the burn mark on the deck plating, there doesn't seem to be much damage. EM relay in this wall needs replaced, but nothing major.

VAdm Blackthorne: Drop to impulse, helm.

WillFMarlowe: I see. ::pale, sweating--as are Eller and Nelson:: Thank you. Since it is not major, and you probably have other duties to attend to, I don't think you need to hang around here.

LtAaron Markus: Aye, sir. ::drops to impulse:: That puts a lot more time on our ETA...::begins running ETA check::

VAdm Blackthorne: Any reaction from the cloud?

8:20 PM

LMajAdamDrake: ::is picking up a major set of emotions:: Lieutenant, what is going on?

Lt TKirr: It is difficult to say for certain. Its rate of increase of density has slowed, but I cannot say if it is due to us.

VAdm Blackthorne: Resume course, Mr. Markus.

LtAaron Markus: ::gets results:: Going around the cloud at impulse will take 40 minutes.

LtAaron Markus: Aye, sir.

WillFMarlowe: I will investigate on my own. I'll call if we need help.

Lt TKirr: ::reading all the data:: I see no sign of threat from the cloud at this point in time.

VAdm Blackthorne: Resume speed, too.

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks to Eller and Nelson:: Would you two excuse us for a second?

WillFMarlowe: Eller and Nelon> Sir. ::leaves the lab, looking none too healthy::

Lt TKirr: <<Wouldn't the cloud shrink if it was becoming denser? Unless matter appeared out of thin... space?>>

VAdm Blackthorne: ((It would.))

LtAaron Markus: <<unless there was some sort of singularity causing the phenomena and therefore feeding it and making it bigger. ie...a leak from subspace or something like that.>>

LMajAdamDrake: ::stares at Will:: Why do I get the feeling that you know more about what is going on here than you're letting on?

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Oh the possibilities!)))

Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>

LtAaron Markus: <<LOL>>

WillFMarlowe: I know as much as you do, Major, and I resent your implication. I have every intention of--

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Sir! It's Eller!

LMajAdamDrake: ::rushes out into the corridor::

8:25 PM

WillFMarlowe: ::rushes into sickbay and finds Eller passed out, hunched over a biobed::

WillFMarlowe: What happened?

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> I don't know.

LMajAdamDrake: What's the new drug for? ::looks at Will::

VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr, sensor reading from the colony?

Lt TKirr: Scanning.

WillFMarlowe: ::picks up a medical tricorder and scans the nurse:: It was supposed to be an anaesthetic. The testing process entails mixing the drug with a variety of different fluids to determine chemical compatibility with . . .

WillFMarlowe: . . . patients on whom we might use it.

Lt TKirr: We're still too far for detailed scans, but I may be picking up a ship in orbit.

Lt TKirr: Two ships. I can't identify their signatures.

WillFMarlowe: Hence the centrifuge. ::claps the tricorder shut:: 20cc demicipromine.

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Yes, doctor. ::goes to retrieve the medicine::

LtAaron Markus: ::keeps an eye on the cloud with his finger ready to punch in warp as soon as they're clear of it::

Kiley Airell: ((I'm falling asleep here . . . I need to take off . . . ))

LMajAdamDrake: Any ideas why it would cause the staff to appear this way? {{Night DD!!}}

WillFMarlowe: ::to Drake:: Give me a hand with Eller. ::starts to hoist the nurse onto the biobed::

LMajAdamDrake: ::helps Eller onto the biobed::

Lt TKirr: <<Aw, poor Kiley, I'm boring her to death =P>>

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::administers the hypospray::

8:30 PM

WillFMarlowe: None. The data from Starfleet Medical was all in order. If a test result comes back negative--if the drug isn't compatible with the test fluids--then at most there's a small spill, not an explosion.

WillFMarlowe: ::runs a dermal regenerator over Eller's badly cut hands::

LMajAdamDrake: Small spill of what?

WillFMarlowe: Of the compound. It bubbles over; spills out of the vial.

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WillFMarlowe: Nelson> Sir . . . ::braces herself on the biobed::

LMajAdamDrake: And if the result is positive?

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks at Nelson, ready to catch her::

Lt TKirr: :beep beep*:: The two unknown vessels have gone to warp.

WillFMarlowe: ::drops the instrument on a tray and steadies Nelson:: Over here. ::leads her to another biobed:: Lie down.

Lt TKirr: ::furrows brow:: I'm not detecting any life signs...

LMajAdamDrake: ::stays next to Eller::

Lt TKirr: ::confused, running more scans::

VAdm Blackthorne: Even on the ships?

WillFMarlowe: Nelson> ::does as Marlowe says::

Lt TKirr: The ships are gone from sensors. They must have detected our approach.

WillFMarlowe: ::summons an off-duty nurse to sickbay and returns to Drake::

WillFMarlowe: If a test is positive, then the drug is safe to use.

LMajAdamDrake: And how can you tell if it's positive? No reaction?

VAdm Blackthorne: Or are adrift and only releasing intermittent sensor readings.

Lt TKirr: I am reading no life signs at all from the planet.

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8:35 PM

WillFMarlowe: There are, so to say, good reactions and bad ones . . . ::furrows his brow, which glistens with perspiration::

VAdm Blackthorne: None? At all? A whole colony gone?

Lt TKirr: It appears so. Unless my scans are being blocked.

LtAaron Markus: We'll be clearing the cloud in about 5 minutes, sir.

LMajAdamDrake: Doctor?

LMajAdamDrake: You look ill. Perhaps you should sit down.

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

WillFMarlowe: I know how I look. I'm quite all right.

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

WillFMarlowe: ::paused::

LtAaron Markus: ::paused::

LMajAdamDrake: ::paused::

VAdm Blackthorne: Well, something of a mystery is on our hands here.

LMajAdamDrake: And here I was hoping to see Will collapse.

VAdm Blackthorne: Will will collapse from work next week! ::Grins::

WillFMarlowe: Work?

WillFMarlowe: You mean I have to work?

VAdm Blackthorne: Oh no!

LMajAdamDrake: ::checks contract:: I don't think that that is in your contract will.

LMajAdamDrake: Bring the Union in.

WillFMarlowe: (Sorry--I've been studying most of the day. I'm slap-happy.)

8:40 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week then!

VAdm Blackthorne: Dismissed!

WillFMarlowe: G'night everyone!

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Lt TKirr: Good night.

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