AIM Chat with Kiley Airell

AIM Chat with Kiley Airell.

7:39 PM

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LtAaron Markus: Admiral on deck!

7:40 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: Well, this looks promising.

Kiley Airell: *peeks back in*

LtNicoleWeis has joined this chat.

LtAaron Markus: The Great Nicole returns.

LtNicoleWeis: ::grumbles::

LtNicoleWeis: hehehe, he said' i'm great ::blushes::

Kiley Airell: people have been poping on and off on my BL . . . way more then normal . . . I think people are having troubles staying connected

VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, AIM is being wierd tonight

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VAdm Blackthorne: I couldn't get in the room

LtAaron Markus: Not to mention we just lost Nicole....again.

Kiley Airell: greeeeaat

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LtNicoleWeis: okay, i think i'm back for good

Kiley Airell: you sure Nici?

7:45 PM

LtNicoleWeis: i hope so

LtAaron Markus: We'll all pray to the revolving door god that he lets you stay.

Kiley Airell: afk

VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, doesn't look like AIM is gonna let us sim tonight.

LtNicoleWeis: lol, or we could super glue all holes shut

LtNicoleWeis: no!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LtNicoleWeis: i wanna sim

LtAaron Markus: LOL. We all do...that's why we're here.

VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, really.

LtNicoleWeis: oh yeah, um

LtAaron Markus: But we must bow to the wishes of our chief....

LtNicoleWeis: true, he is bigger and stronger and can put you in a head lock and you don't want that cause his pit is stinky

VAdm Blackthorne: ::Zaps Weis::

LtNicoleWeis: owwwy

LtAaron Markus: ::knew the zap was coming::

LtNicoleWeis: i was just elling the truth ::looks innocent::

VAdm Blackthorne: The Zap is Indiscriminate.

LtAaron Markus: ::bows to The Zap::

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LtNicoleWeis: :grummbles at the zap::

CaptDougMcKnight: (Yes!)

VAdm Blackthorne: He made it!

LtAaron Markus: ::holding a 6 week old boy::

LtNicoleWeis: awwww, thats cute aaron

LtAaron Markus: ::typing very slow::

Kiley Airell: bak

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, looks like we have enough.

LtNicoleWeis: yay!! ::does a dance::

7:50 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: Attention on deck1

VAdm Blackthorne: !

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

LtAaron Markus: ::AA::

LtNicoleWeis: ::SAA:::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, we're almost to New Oceania, which we have completely lost contact with.

VAdm Blackthorne: Two ships are in orbit, but they appear to be abandoned as well.

VAdm Blackthorne: A gaseous cloud is nearby, but nothing has proven conclusive about it.

VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

CaptDougMcKnight: I have one.

VAdm Blackthorne: Yes?

CaptDougMcKnight: The two ships. What's the status of their systems? Life support on?

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VAdm Blackthorne: No, they have no power.

LMajAdamDrake: {{Sorry all, rehearsal ran longer than expected.}}

VAdm Blackthorne: Any others?

LtNicoleWeis: ::raises hand::

VAdm Blackthorne: Weis?

LtNicoleWeis: um, will told me to not go to sickbay, why?

CaptDougMcKnight: (Heya, Drake.)

Kiley Airell: (bout time FCM )

VAdm Blackthorne: Ask him.

VAdm Blackthorne: Any others?

7:55 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: Good, we're too late starting as it is. Stupid AIM problems.

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

VAdm Blackthorne: Markus, ETA to New Oceania?

WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, tending to Nelson::

LtNicoleWeis: ::heading towards sick bay to start her shift::

LMajAdamDrake: ::in engineering::

Kiley Airell: ::on the Bridge::

WillFMarlowe: Computer, level 5 quarantine field around biobeds 1 and 3.

WillFMarlowe: +Weis+ Weis, this is Marlowe.

LtAaron Markus: ::turns to the Admiral:: 10 minutes, sir.

LtNicoleWeis: +will+ jello sir, just on my way there, sorry i'm running late

CaptDougMcKnight: ::In the security locker room, gearing up for an away mission to the colony below, along with a full squad. Another is simulnateously preparing for an investiagtion of the ships.::

LMajAdamDrake: {{::magic edit - is in Sickbay::}}

WillFMarlowe: +Weis+ Do not report to sickbay. Report to the triage center instead.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::Wonders where in the hell Zinthys is:::

VAdm Blackthorne: +Security+ Blackthorne to Security.

LtNicoleWeis: ::stops tries to think of where the triage center is:: +will+ aye aye sir, as you wish

CaptDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ McKnight here, sir.

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ Admiral, this is sickbay. I'm afraid we have a problem.

LtNicoleWeis: ::hums a FIF song and heads to triage center::

Kiley Airell: :;wonders what kind of problem::

VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ In the Major's absence, you'll be leading the away team. Take medical staff with you.

8:00 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ::puts Marlowe on hold::

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LMajAdamDrake: ::standing next to Marlowe, wondering what the HELL is going on::

CaptDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Just have them at the transporter room to meet me and my squad, sir. We'll be ready by the time we get there.

VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Acknowledged. Blackthorne out.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ Blackthorne here, go ahead doctor.

LMajAdamDrake: ::waits patiently to find out::

WillFMarlowe: ::frowns:: Mr. Drake, it may become necessary to seal off sickbay. ::points to Nelson, lying prostrate on a biobed, in and out of consciousness:: She has no lacerations, no broken skin. . . .

LMajAdamDrake: ::stares:: I'm an engineer, not a doctor.

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ Admiral, there was an accident in one of the labs. For the good of the ship, I need to seal off sickbay immediately.

LtNicoleWeis: ::does a skip hop and jump wondering what all is going on::

Kiley Airell: Admiral, I'd like permission to go on the away team . . .

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ That's your call, doctor. What sort of accident?

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WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ I have reason to believe that an airborne chemical or virus has been released. Two of my people are down.

LMajAdamDrake: ::eyes widen::

LMajAdamDrake: ::to himself:: And I had to be the one to jump to go do something...

WillFMarlowe: ::nods to Nurse Davies, who extends the quarantine field around sickbay itself:: +Blackthorne+ This should be confined to sickbay at present.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ Enact the seal immediately then and be sure that it hasn't spread beyond.

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ I will let you know if there is any danger to the rest of the ship.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ I need medical support for the away team to the colony.

8:05 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Pulls his small and lightweight armor vest on over his head, and zips his grey field jacket up over that before finally adding the tactical vest::

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ I will contact my staff immediately.

VAdm Blackthorne: Markus, assume standard orbit.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to Kiley:: Granted, Counselor.

LtAaron Markus: Why not let Kiley go? She's got medical training...

LtAaron Markus: I sir.

LtAaron Markus: Nevermind....

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Finishes off the ensemble with his grey baseball cap before hoisiting his rifle on over his shoulder:: Alright people, let's move out!

LtAaron Markus: *Aye, sir. ((LOL))

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ I'm sending Counselor Airell, as she's a doctor and outside the quarantine.

LtNicoleWeis: ::enters triage center and notices no one is there::

Kiley Airell: ::looks to Aaron and smiles:: Thank you Sir. ::stands and heads to the TL::

VAdm Blackthorne: Surface scan, Mr. Markus.

CaptDougMcKnight: ::As one, McKnight and the squad exit the locker room and leg it for transporter room 1::

LtAaron Markus: ::sets standard orbit and scans the surface::

LtNicoleWeis: (( ::points at self:: i'm not in the quarantine, i'm walking around the ship))

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ Doctor Weis is at your disposal as well. She hasn't been exposed . . .

LtAaron Markus: Working...

VAdm Blackthorne: +Marlowe+ Have her report to TR1.

WillFMarlowe: +Blackthorne+ Acknowledged. Marlowe--out.

WillFMarlowe: +Weis+ Doctor Weis, report to TR1 for away duty.

LMajAdamDrake: ::wish he wasn't exposed::

WillFMarlowe: ::turns to Drake:: Now that's out of the way . . . ::leans on a biobed:: How do you feel?

Kiley Airell: ::exits the TL and makes her way to TR1::

LMajAdamDrake: Fine...

LtNicoleWeis: +will+ aye aye sirry and be safe in that sickbay mess

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LMajAdamDrake: What about you, doctor?

LMajAdamDrake: {{Heya T'Kirr!}}

CaptDougMcKnight: (Evening, T'Kirr.)

Lt TKirr: <<Bleh.. hi, guys.>>

LtNicoleWeis: ::heads off to TR1::

LtNicoleWeis: ((heya T'Kirr))

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Hands T'Kirr a clock ))

Lt TKirr: <<>>

Kiley Airell: ((evening TKirr))

8:10 PM

Kiley Airell: ::enters TR1::

WillFMarlowe: Not well. ::reaches for a tricorder and scans Drake::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Meanwhile, as McKnight reaches the transporter room, Sergeant Li finishes suiting up with his squad in a Mark V tactical EV suit, and taps his comm::

LtNicoleWeis: ::walks into TR1 and smiles at kiley:: heya counselor how are you today?

CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +Bridge+ Sergeant Li to bridge.

Kiley Airell: Not bad. So, what happened in sickbay?

VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr, join the away team in transporter room one.

Lt TKirr: ::nods, then heads into TL::

LtNicoleWeis: ::shruggs:: not sure, i left last night all was fine, go to go ther today and will is all freaking out, my guess is it's another illness thingy

Lt TKirr: ::shortly reaches TR1::

LtAaron Markus: ::finds no life signs:: No life signs at all sir...

Kiley Airell: I hope it's not too bad. sickbay is quarentined

VAdm Blackthorne: None. Anywhere?

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Leans against a bulkhead, waiting for whoever Drake is saddling with them:: Lieutenant. That all?

LtNicoleWeis: yeah, i knwo ::looks confused:: i really have no idea whats going on there

LtAaron Markus: ::rechecks and looks a little puzzled and disturbed:: None, sir.

CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +Bridge+ Li to bridge.

LtNicoleWeis: do you know what we're doing?

8:15 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ::frowns::

WillFMarlowe: You're fine. ::claps the tricorder shut:: Look--if that shit is in the air system, you'll need to get to engineering, yes?

CaptDougMcKnight: In theory, we find out what's going on down there, and we fix it.

LMajAdamDrake: Yes.

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Motions for 8 of his men to step on to the transporter pad:: The rest of you, sit tight. We wait here until they report a stable perimeter has been established.

Lt TKirr: ::waits in TR1 with everyone else::

VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ Captain, be advised that no life signs have been detected on the surface.

WillFMarlowe: Then I'm clearing you to leave. Let me know if you start to feel ill.

CaptDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ So noted, Admiral. We'll exercise all possible caution.

LMajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Of course. ::books it out of sickbay::

LMajAdamDrake: ::into the nearest TL:: Deck Sixteen, Main Engineering.

VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits down uncomfortably::

LtAaron Markus: ::scans for a dampening field::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Watches as his 8 men dematerialize, and then waits, trying to disguise his tenseness as he waits for their signal::

LMajAdamDrake: ::dashes into Engineering:: All right, I need a full sweep of our environmental systems for any contaminants.

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::blinks:: Now we're talking - something to do! ::smiles and starts scanning::

LMajAdamDrake: ::perks an eyebrow:: It could be deadly...

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Even better!

WillFMarlowe: ::returns to Eller, whose condition is deteriorating::

LtNicoleWeis: ::begins humming::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::After a moment, McKnight's comm comes to life::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::watches the screen, frowning::

CaptDougMcKnight: Sergeant Robinson> +McKnight+ Sir, perimeter's established. All clear down here...and I mean clear.

8:20 PM

LMajAdamDrake: ::looks at the diagnostic:: I don't see any sign of the contaminant.

LtAaron Markus: I hate waiting....

CaptDougMcKnight: +Robinson+ Robinson?

VAdm Blackthorne: Me too.

CaptDougMcKnight: Robinson> +McKnight+ Clear as in there's no one in sight. At any rate, we're all fine so far, so you may as well come on down, sir.

CaptDougMcKnight: +Robinson+ Acknowledged. McKnight out.

CaptDougMcKnight: Alright, you heard the man, people. Let's get going.

WillFMarlowe: ::attempts to administer a hypospray and finds Eller's arm . . . squishy . . . under the gentle pressure of the hypo::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Steps onto the pad with his 3 remaining men::

LtAaron Markus: ((afk, baby duty))

LtNicoleWeis: ((in other words, dirty diaper))

CaptDougMcKnight: (I preferred the original words, thank you.)

Lt TKirr: <<Pfft, it can hold a little more>>

LMajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Wow, that was lackluster.

LMajAdamDrake: ::sighs:: Well, that's beneficial. +Marlowe+ Engineering to Sickbay.

WillFMarlowe: +Drake+ Sickbay here.

LtAaron Markus: ((back, no, binky got spit out))

CaptDougMcKnight: The rest of you folks coming?

LtNicoleWeis: of course we're coming

8:25 PM

LtAaron Markus: ::wishes he could fire a photon torpedo out just break the tension::

Kiley Airell: wouldn't miss it for the world Captain *grinz*

VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and walks to the science console::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::does a few scans of his own::

Lt TKirr: Logan> ::moves over for Blackthorne::

CaptDougMcKnight: Then step onto the padd, and let's go.

LtAaron Markus: ::notices the Admiral back there scanning:: I think she's got solitaire on that...

LtNicoleWeis: ::steps on the padd and thinks about how many meanins the word "padd" has::

LMajAdamDrake: +Marlowe+ Doctor, there is no sign of the contaminant in the ventilation system.

Kiley Airell: ::one last check of equipment then steps on the padd::

Lt TKirr: ::steps onto pad::

WillFMarlowe: +Drake+ Thank you. Anything else?

CaptDougMcKnight: (Yeah, my mistake. It's just the palm pilot thingie that had two d's, isn't it?)

VAdm Blackthorne: The derelict ships, whose are they?

Lt TKirr: <<Yes>>

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods to the transporter technician:: Energize.

WillFMarlowe: Davies> Sir, I've lost vitals.

LtNicoleWeis: ((well there are more padds then that but their spelled a bit differntly))

WillFMarlowe: +Drake+ Excuse me, sir. Marlowe out.

Lt TKirr: ::beams::

WillFMarlowe: Cortical stimulator--20ccs hyperdrenazine--

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Dissapears in the shimmering blue shower of...whatever it's a shower of, and reappears at the downtown center of the colony, surrounded by marines::

LtAaron Markus: ::scans:: Their not of any known species that I can tell....They have materials from various technologies, but not one specifically...

LtNicoleWeis: ::shimmers onto the colony very beautifully::

Kiley Airell: ::transports down to the planet::

VAdm Blackthorne: Interesting.

Lt TKirr: <<@>>

LtAaron Markus: ((Don't forget your @'s))

CaptDougMcKnight: Sergeant Li> +Bridge+ Bridge, this is Sergeant Li. Is anyone up there?

WillFMarlowe: ::Eller's body does not respond to cortical stim treatment:: Go to level 6.

8:30 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: +Li+ Go ahead, Sergeant.

Lt TKirr: @::pulls out her scanner and begins.. scanning.::

Kiley Airell: @::looks around and pulls out tricorder::

LtAaron Markus: Their designs are even different from each other...kind of a hodge podge....

CaptDougMcKnight: Li> +Blackthorne+ Sir, with your permission, I have a squad suited up. We're prepared to divide in two, and investigate the derelict craft in orbit.

WillFMarlowe: Davies> ::Scanning Eller, puzzled:: Doctor? Take a look at this. ::passes her tricorder to Marlowe:: I don't think there's anything to stimulate.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Li+ Granted.

LtNicoleWeis: @ ::looks around interestedly before pulling out a tricorder and scanning as well::

WillFMarlowe: ::looks at the small screen, seeing only a few suggestive silhouettes where fully formed viscera should to be::

CaptDougMcKnight: @::Looks around with a frown:: Jesus. It's like one of our basic combat simulations. T'Kirr, you confirm these structures are all empty?

Lt TKirr: @::frowns, still finding no sign of life::

Lt TKirr: @::nods singly::

Lt TKirr: There are no life signs but our own.

LtNicoleWeis: @ um, this is freaky

CaptDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ Thank you, sir. Li out.

Kiley Airell: @ very freaky

LtAaron Markus: No life signs aboard, no power....Very freaky...

LMajAdamDrake: ::goes back to his office, sits down, and puts his feet up on his desk::

LtNicoleWeis: @ ::moves closer to kiley:: i'm a bit scared

CaptDougMcKnight: No shit. Well, an entire planet just doesn't up and dissapear. Let's form into teams of two and check out a few of these surrounding buildings, just to be sure.

CaptDougMcKnight: (@)

Kiley Airell: @::smiles to Nici::Things will be okay

Lt TKirr: @::raises a brow:: I don't understand why the mere absence of life would promote fear.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks at Eller's body, which now has the internal consistency of a waterbed::

LtAaron Markus: Any ideas Admiral?

LtAaron Markus: ((poor Eller))

CaptDougMcKnight: Carter, Simmons, Moretti. You're with Weis, Airell and T'Kirr, respectively. Jackson, you're with me.

LtNicoleWeis: @ i know but still, it's scary, what if it ends up being like one of those zombie movies and like all these zombie come out and try to eat us, not cool

CaptDougMcKnight: (Damnit! And @)

VAdm Blackthorne: Whatever got the ships got the planet too. It's just figuring out what it was.

8:35 PM

Lt TKirr: @::glances at Moretti and migrates toward him::

WillFMarlowe: Davies> Sir, we're losing Nelson, too . . . It's like she's disintegrating from the inside out . . . ::tapping a bioscanner::

CaptDougMcKnight: The rest of you, maintain this position. Radio contact every 10 minutes.

Kiley Airell: @::chuckles:: There's no such things as Zombie's Nici . . .

LtAaron Markus: Think maybe the ships have something in their memory cores? Maybe we should send a team over to them too...

LMajAdamDrake: ::folds his hands behind his head and starts thinkin' about something philosophical::

VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> A liquid substance is visible on the side of a wall, almost dry.

Lt TKirr: @::beeping tricorder, moves it like a compass::

LtNicoleWeis: @ yeah, you say that now, wait till one of them comes after you and tries to turn you into one

WillFMarlowe: ::wheels the stimulator over to Nelson and uses it, repeatedly, to no effect::

Kiley Airell: @::laughs:: That won't happen. ::moves over towards Simmons::

LMajAdamDrake: {{IT'S THE THING THAT ATE THE CONSTITUTION! RUN! }}

CaptDougMcKnight: @ ::Notes the odd liquid on the wall:: T'Kir, what do you make of this goop?

Lt TKirr: @::moves toward the substance on the wall::

LtNicoleWeis: @ yeah yeah ::heads over to where her people are::

CaptDougMcKnight: @Carter> ::Falls in next to Weis, awaiting the report on the liquid so they can move to their assigned building::

Lt TKirr: @ The properties are similar to that of the mass we encountered on our journey to this planet.

WillFMarlowe: ::grows increasingly pale:: Davies, log the times of death for Eller and-- ::there is a loud splatter-splash behind them::

LMajAdamDrake: ::gets an idea::

CaptDougMcKnight: @You have got to be shitting me.

WillFMarlowe: ::whirls to find that what remains of Eller has . . . ruptured . . . ::

Kiley Airell: @::looks over towards TKirr and McKnight:: I don't like the sound of that TKirr . . . are you sure?

LMajAdamDrake: ::steps out into the main center of Engineering:: Michael, I'll be on the bridge. ::Steps into the turbolift:: Deck One, Bridge.

CaptDougMcKnight: @The mass we blew to hell in very spectacular fashion?

LMajAdamDrake: ::rides the turbolift and steps out onto the bridge::

WillFMarlowe: ::jumps clear of the murky red fluid, as does Davies::

Lt TKirr: @ ::frowns:: No, the one we passed that seemed to react to our presence by increasing in density.

8:40 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: @ Oh...right. I think I missed a memo. Any idea how it could explain what we're not seeing here?

LtAaron Markus: Admiral?

WillFMarlowe: Computer, biohazard cleanup! ::small vacuum bots scurry out from the walls and slurp up the fluid on the deck::

LtNicoleWeis: @ ::is attempting to understand everythin::

LMajAdamDrake: ::moves to engineering console and runs some scans::

VAdm Blackthorne: The Marine team can take care of that.

CaptDougMcKnight: @Li> ::Beams on to one of the derelict ships with his half of the squad after the first group is away. The lights on his EV suit helmet light the way, and the camera also built in relays what he's seeing

LtAaron Markus: Ok.

CaptDougMcKnight: back to the security command center on Atlantis::

Lt TKirr: @ ::looks around at the desolate expanse:: I cannot say without further study. The cloud we passed was gaseous, and this appears to have been in a liquid state. I cannot explain how it got here.

WillFMarlowe: ::throws a containment field around Nelson's body, which also bursts like an overfilled waterballoon::

CaptDougMcKnight: @ Well, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say we're not gonna learn anything standing here. Everyone split up into your assigned groups, and pick a building. Remain on alert for...well, just alert I guess.

LMajAdamDrake: ::scans the ships for structural integrity breaches::

LtAaron Markus: ((did I miss the marine teams being dispatched to the ships?))

LtNicoleWeis: @ ::mumbles:: stay alert for zombies

VAdm Blackthorne: ((Must have))

WillFMarlowe: ::looks blankly at Davies:: You're not ill.

WillFMarlowe: Davies> I don't think so, doctor.

Lt TKirr: @ ::moves off to a building with Moretti, who insists on leading::

WillFMarlowe: ::scans, then nods:: Good. +Weis+ Doctor Weis, please report back to sickbay immediately.

Kiley Airell: @::heads towards one of the buildings with Simmons::

LtNicoleWeis: @+will+ um, okay, let me tell captain doug first

8:45 PM

LtNicoleWeis: @ hey captain doug, will needs me up on the ship

CaptDougMcKnight: @::Motions for another marine to take her place:: Clear it with Blackthorne first.

LtAaron Markus: ::thinks he's not very focused on the job at hand::

LtNicoleWeis: @ yes sir

LtNicoleWeis: @ +admiral+ sir, am i cleared to come back aboard, i'm needed in sickbay

LMajAdamDrake: Admiral. I'd like permission to take an engineering team to one of those ships to check logs and data, as well as seal the ruptures that are limiting environmental support.

CaptDougMcKnight: @::Moves off toward his objective, a nondescript, and naturally quiet 4 story building of indeterminent design. Plain and square...offices maybe.::

Lt TKirr: @::approaches a building seemingly used for business purposes, reading nothing dangerous, and motions for Moretti to try the door, which opens without a problem::

VAdm Blackthorne: Granted.

LtAaron Markus: ::concentrates on blocking out any distracting thoughts and focusing on the task at hand::

WillFMarlowe: ::frustrated, angry, and thoroughly perplexed:: I can see my next paper now: "The Away Team as Bureaucracy."

VAdm Blackthorne: +Weis+ Granted.

LtNicoleWeis: @ +admiral+ thank yo usir

Kiley Airell: @::scans the building, not noticing anything that sends red flags up, sttemps to open the door::

LtNicoleWeis: @ ::beams back aboard atlantis::

LtNicoleWeis: ::runs for sickbay:: +will+ i'm back aboard sir and coming to you

LtAaron Markus: ::runs a scan of the system to make sure nothing is headed their way.::

CaptDougMcKnight: Security technician> +Bridge+ Securty to bridge. We have established an uplink with our two teams investigating the alien ships. Would you like us to route the image to the main viewer?

LMajAdamDrake: +Jeddin+ Drake to Jeddin, grab Kelso and Turner and meet me in Transporter Room 2.

Lt TKirr: @::walks down an empty, lifeless corridor, led by her tricorder, and an alert Moretti::

LMajAdamDrake: ::heads to the turbolift:: Transporter Room 2.

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

Kiley Airell: ::pauses::

LtAaron Markus: ::paused::

WillFMarlowe: ::paused::

LMajAdamDrake: ::paused::

LtNicoleWeis: ::pauses::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::paused::

VAdm Blackthorne: Attention on deck!

LMajAdamDrake: ::@@::

LtAaron Markus: ::AA::

WillFMarlowe: <<I need to head out--'Night all!>>

LtNicoleWeis: ::aa;:

CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

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Lt TKirr: ::AA::

8:50 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: Lieutenant Major Adam Drake, front and center!

LMajAdamDrake: ::takes a step forward:: Sir?

VAdm Blackthorne: WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, MAJOR?!

LMajAdamDrake: ::stares:: Uh...what?

LtNicoleWeis: ::raises hand:: ohhh, his smell!!

VAdm Blackthorne: I THINK THE BEST PART OF YOU RAN DOWN YOUR MOMMA'S LEG AND ENDED UP AS A BROWN STAIN ON THE MATTRESS, DRAKE!

LMajAdamDrake: ::perks an eyebrow::

LtAaron Markus: Ewww.

VAdm Blackthorne: ARE YOU MOCKING ME, MAJOR?

LMajAdamDrake: Are you insulting me, Admiral? ::fights a grin::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Laughs on the inside. Long and hard::

VAdm Blackthorne: WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE!

LMajAdamDrake: ::removes smile:: Sir, yes sir.

VAdm Blackthorne: DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY!

LMajAdamDrake: SIR, YES SIR.

LMajAdamDrake: ::drops down and starts pumping them out::

LMajAdamDrake: ::twenty-five...::

VAdm Blackthorne: THAT ONE WASN'T ALL THE WAY DOWN! START OVER!

LMajAdamDrake: ::starts over::

LMajAdamDrake: ::ten...::

LMajAdamDrake: ::thirty...::

LMajAdamDrake: ::fifty::

Lt TKirr: ::watches the exchange with detached interest, glad Vulcans are above such strange behavior::

LtNicoleWeis: ::giggles at adam's muscles::

LMajAdamDrake: ::hops up::

VAdm Blackthorne: TEN MORE FOR THE CORPS!

LMajAdamDrake: ::drops down, punches out twenty more for good measure::

VAdm Blackthorne: OO-RA!

LMajAdamDrake: ::stands up::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Thinks:: 30 more for being a show off!

8:55 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: LIEUTENANT MAJOR, I'M TOLD THAT YOU HAVE LONG SERVED THIS SHIP WITH DISTINCTION! I FIND THAT HARD TO BELIEVE FROM A SCUMSUCKING BOTTOM FEEDER LIKE YOU!

LMajAdamDrake: I SERVE THIS CREW TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY, SIR!

VAdm Blackthorne: BULLSHIT, MAJOR! I THINK YOU'RE TRYING TO PULL THE WOOL OVER MY EYES!

LMajAdamDrake: SIR, I DON'T THINK THAT'S POSSIBLE, SIR.

VAdm Blackthorne: FOR ONCE YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING. HOLY SHIT MAJOR! THERE MIGHT BE A USE FOR YOU AFTER ALL!

VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes him::

LMajAdamDrake: SIR, THANK YOU, SIR. ::stares straight forward::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::Stares him down::

LMajAdamDrake: ::remains, unmoving::

VAdm Blackthorne: ADAM DRAKE, I HEREBY PROMOTE YOU TO THE RANK OF MAJOR IN THE BELOVED MARINE CORPS WITH ALL OF THE RIGHTS AND BULLSHIT THEREOF.

LMajAdamDrake: SIR, THANK YOU, SIR!

VAdm Blackthorne: ::pins the gold oak leaf on his collar::

VAdm Blackthorne: OO-RA!

9:00 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes him again::

LMajAdamDrake: ::remains vigilant, staring forward::

Lt TKirr: ::makes a mental note to study the importance of cow-pies later::

VAdm Blackthorne: SEMPER FI. CARRY ON!

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LMajAdamDrake: ::nods and steps back::

VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week. Lots of plot developments, so tune in next week!

CaptDougMcKnight: Next week then. Later, folks. Fun sim.

VAdm Blackthorne: Crew dismissed!

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LtAaron Markus: Night all.

LtNicoleWeis: see ya all

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LMajAdamDrake: Night

VAdm Blackthorne: Night!

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