You have just entered room "Celestial Prime."
Kiley Airell: Hey J
VAdm Blackthorne: Hello!
MajorAZinthys has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: Greetings, Admiral.
Lt TKirr: Major.
MajorAZinthys: Hello, hello
MajAdamDrake has entered the room.
Lt TKirr: Strange, I came in two minutes late and I was the first. =P
MajorAZinthys: lol
VAdm Blackthorne: I was watching my buddy list for crew.
Kiley Airell: LOL
MajorAZinthys: And all you got was us, huh?
Kiley Airell: Hey Zinthys
Kiley Airell: Hey FCM
MajorAZinthys: Heya, JT.
CaptDougMcKnight has entered the room.
Kiley Airell: Hey McKnight
CaptDougMcKnight: Hey, hey.
Kiley Airell: It seems that the sim is kind of moving back to starting at 1045 Eastern
VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, we really need to reverse that trend.
Kiley Airell: That's kind of hard to do though
Lt TKirr: Agreed.. if not enough people are here at thirty after, how do you start?
MajAdamDrake: I'll BRB.
MajorAZinthys: Well, you could've played with yourself.
VAdm Blackthorne: We really need people to show up on time.
MajAdamDrake: Back. :-)
MajAdamDrake: We need people. :-P
MajAdamDrake: Where is Markus?
Kiley Airell: Yeah
MajAdamDrake: And Eliis?
MajAdamDrake: *Ellis
VAdm Blackthorne: Markus is on LOA.
Kiley Airell: Nici and Marlowe?
VAdm Blackthorne: Marlowe was on earlier and told me he couldn't come.
VAdm Blackthorne: But yes, we do need people.
MajAdamDrake: I've recruited a couple of people into the academy, but it's their job to get these people graduated. I'm going to see if I can sway one of the guys I've been talking to more than the others to come here.
MajAdamDrake: By 'their', I mean the CPA Academy Team. ;-)
MajAdamDrake: So, how is everyone?
MajorAZinthys: ::yawns::
CaptDougMcKnight: My back sort of hurts.
CaptDougMcKnight: Life is pain!
Lt TKirr: I'm doing all right.
Kiley Airell: I'm doing ok
MajorAZinthys: EEEEEEEEEEEEEw!!
MajorAZinthys: My cat just slobbered all over my nightstand.
MajorAZinthys: Uck.
Kiley Airell: LOL!! Nice Kitty
MajorAZinthys: No, no kitty. This cat is as big as my chest.
MajorAZinthys: Hell, bigget.
MajorAZinthys: bigger*
CaptDougMcKnight: Wow. I suspect their cuteness evolved as a natural defense against owners killing them.
Kiley Airell: awww . . . a cute little kitty!
MajorAZinthys: LoL
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, I suppose we can sim with six.
CaptDougMcKnight: Alrighty.
VAdm Blackthorne: Makor?
MajAdamDrake: Hell yeah we can! :-)
VAdm Blackthorne: Major?
MajAdamDrake: Yes?
MajAdamDrake: :-X
MajorAZinthys: Time to meet you makor...
MajorAZinthys: ::Blows into whistle::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: Attention!
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
MajAdamDrake: ::@@::
VAdm Blackthorne: I'm gonna promote him to Lt. Colonel just to spite you.
MajorAZinthys: W00t!
Lt TKirr: Omg, you said woot =P
MajorAZinthys: ::Whistles at Kirr::
VAdm Blackthorne: Well, we've discovered a way to track the biomass.
MajAdamDrake: ::grins::
VAdm Blackthorne: I can't really remember what it was right now though.
VAdm Blackthorne: So I'll leave that up to you all.
Lt TKirr: Microscanning
MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yeap!
MajAdamDrake: Deterioration gradients, I believe.
CaptDougMcKnight: So...is that just scanning real hard?
VAdm Blackthorne: So, get to the tracking.
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN ISM
VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at Tactical::
MajorAZinthys: ::Scanning::
MajAdamDrake: ::in engineering, duh::
Kiley Airell: ::on the bridge, sitting in her normal chair::
Lt TKirr: ::on the Bridge at her station, having just arrived from the lab::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::on the bridge in his seat::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Frowning at the morbidity of his task, stands in C&C, conferring with some of the junior officers and NCOs about evacuation protocols, in case Atlantis suffers the Constitution's fate::
MajAdamDrake: ::checks the parameters of the latest scan:: +T'Kirr+ Engineering to Lieutenant T'Kirr.
Lt TKirr: ::begins configuring the sensors to match the trace frequency of the subspace gradient specified by Engineering:: +Drake+ T'Kirr here.
MajorAZinthys: <<Now he wants to go out... I mess around for two hours, but, when the sim starts, the cat wants to go out. ::sigh:: brb.>>
MajAdamDrake: +T'Kirr+ I'm sending you a revised set of course corrections, can you confirm them by cross-matching them with the previous set of data? I want it to be thorough. ::taps on a PADD::
Lt TKirr: +Drake+ I am ready.
VAdm Blackthorne: ::listening in on the conversation::
MajAdamDrake: ::Sends the data:: +T'Kirr+ After that, route it to helm for the course change.
Lt TKirr: ::receives the data and begins the cross-check:: +Drake+ Acknowledged.
VAdm Blackthorne: ((BRB))
MajorAZinthys has left the room.
MajorAZinthys: <<That was... unexpected but timely>>
MajorAZinthys has entered the room.
MajorAZinthys: <<That was unexpected, but timely>>
MajAdamDrake: ::monitors the gradients:: This better be the scientific find of the century. ::smiles:: I could use a Daystrom Award to adorn my quarter walls.
MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> To go with all those war medals? Like you need anymore. ::laughs a bit::
MajAdamDrake: ::nods solemnly::
Lt TKirr: ::console chirps:: +Drake/Bridge+ I've applied the corrections. Routing it to navigation.
MajAdamDrake: ::nods, knowing T'Kirr can't see it:: +T'Kirr+ Excellent.
Lt TKirr: ::finishes up sensor configuration and begins scanning ahead on their plotted course::
Lt TKirr: <<Heh we need a helm officer>>
Kiley Airell: <<Can I play helm?>>
Lt TKirr: ::stands by::
Lt TKirr: <<Blackthorne still AFK maybe>>
MajAdamDrake: ::drums his fingers::
MajAdamDrake: {{I don't think it'll be a problem, DD.}}
Lt TKirr: <<Okay so.. we're moving now. :-P>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Where are we going?>>
Lt TKirr: <<Following biomass particle bread crumbs>>
MajorAZinthys: <<If it leaves behind bread crumbs, does that means it wants to be followed?
MajAdamDrake: {{That's in the hands of the CO.}}
Lt TKirr: <<Nah, was real hard to scan for>>
MajAdamDrake: {{Hey, guys, I've got a test in History tomorrow, and I'm not feeling the energy in simming tonight. I'm going to jet out. Sorry!}}
MajAdamDrake has left the room.
MajorAZinthys: <<Unless, it's, like, bleeding bread crumbs. Which I could see with the cosmic weirdness that thing blob is>>
Lt TKirr: <<Well they're bread crumbs to us. =P>>
MajorAZinthys: <<Exactly>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ((Back))
Lt TKirr: <<We're trying to follow where it came from... I'm assuming the signal will eventually be too faint to pick up>>
Lt TKirr: <<signal=traces>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ((Bit of a minor emergency, all taken care of))
Lt TKirr: <<Np, lost our engineer>>
Lt TKirr: <<Oh and Kiley's driving. =P>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ((Oh no.))
Kiley Airell: ((You shouldn't have left Admiral ;-) ))
Lt TKirr: ::monitoring the incoming readings of the trail::
CaptDougMcKnight: Alright, we'll keep a site to site transporter lock on the men stationed on the lower decks. I don't want anyone getting trapped down there when it floods.
VAdm Blackthorne: Status report, T'Kirr?
Lt TKirr: The trace readings are steady. We will need only minor course corrections at this time.
Kiley Airell: You know, the fighters are much more fun to fly
MajorAZinthys: ::Runs more diagnostics on the shields::
VAdm Blackthorne: They are a bit more maneuverable.
MajorAZinthys: ::absently:: But their guns aren't as big.
Kiley Airell: And require more constant attention
Kiley Airell: ::chuckles:: You would come up with that Major.
Lt TKirr: ::periodically feeds the helm with slight modifications:: We need to keep our course as close to the readings as possible, or we may lose it.
VAdm Blackthorne: All true.
MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up briefly:: You started it.
Kiley Airell: ::imputs the modifications and laughs:: That I did
MajorAZinthys: Shields are mostly back up.
CaptDougMcKnight: And if we DO run into one of these things again, I want them given a rifle, whether they're assigne to crowd control or not. We lost a lot of our armory last time. That was a pisser.
CaptDougMcKnight: (Sorry, by them, I meant to say every marine)
Lt TKirr: ::wonders what's so humorous, but keeps a vigil over the incoming data::
CaptDougMcKnight: (Not the space blobs. They'd be pretty shitty at crowd control.)
MajorAZinthys: <<lol>>
VAdm Blackthorne: ((That's what you think))
CaptDougMcKnight: (I said control. Not eating.)
MajorAZinthys: <<::gulp:: What crowd?>>
CaptDougMcKnight: You know what? Dress them up in full combat gear too. Helmets and everything.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::At the funny look of a 2nd lieutenant, shrugs:: They'll be scarier. Maybe it'll distract the crew from being scared of the killer space ooze.
Lt TKirr: ::station beeps:: We're losing the trace.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Briefly frowns, wondering if he should have a more official name for it. Then he realizes that's probably what Ellis is callign it anyway.::
Lt TKirr: ::widens the sensor beam and makes a sweep::
Lt TKirr: <<Nah, her word is Jello>>
Lt TKirr: <<Btw, I recommend full stop. =P>>
VAdm Blackthorne: Slow up.
MajorAZinthys: ::Scans for things to shoot at:::
Kiley Airell: ::slows the ship down::
Lt TKirr: I've found the trace again. Bearing four-two mark zero seven.
CaptDougMcKnight: 2nd Lieutenant Hernandez> Does that include the officers as well, sir?
Kiley Airell: ::readjusts the course to match::
CaptDougMcKnight: Absolutely.
VAdm Blackthorne: Resume previous speed.
Lt TKirr: It appears to have made and abrupt change of course. Perhaps this is where it sensed the planet.
CaptDougMcKnight: Well...I'll be wearing one of those black baseball caps, cuz I'm so cool, but everyone else, yeah.
MajorAZinthys: <<LOL>>
Kiley Airell: ::speeds the ship back up:: Back up to speed
VAdm Blackthorne: Distance from the planet?
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Finishes up the plan, and uploads it onto a PADD, for approval by the CSec::
Lt TKirr: <<Me or helm?>>
CaptDougMcKnight: (Heh...here's a random thought. CSec could also stand for Caesarean Section.)
CaptDougMcKnight: (Uh...or not.)
VAdm Blackthorne: ((Either))
Kiley Airell: 4 parsecs Sir
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Departs security, and takes the turbolift:: Bridge.
VAdm Blackthorne: Quite the range.
Lt TKirr: Agreed. We know very little about the abilities of this lifeform.
MajorAZinthys: ::grumbles::
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Steps out onto the bridge, and heads for tactical::
VAdm Blackthorne: Do we have any indication of the speed at which this thing traveled?
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Speaking sotto voce, hands Zinthys the PADD:: Emergency evacuation plan, sir. For your approval.
MajorAZinthys: ::Quirks an eyebrow at him:: I was not aware that Starfleet did not already have a plan for a Soverign-class vessel.
Lt TKirr: <<Sorry, RL>>
Lt TKirr: Not at this time, Admiral.
CaptDougMcKnight: It's not about the blueprints, sir. It's just a set of emergency protocols. I'd like to station men on every deck the moment we so much as catch a glimpse of another of these things.
MajorAZinthys: To what end?
VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to McKnight::
CaptDougMcKnight: Permission to speak bluntly?
MajorAZinthys: ::nods::
VAdm Blackthorne: ::now really wants to hear this::
Kiley Airell: ::looks over her shoulders to see what's going on::
Lt TKirr: ::listens, wishing she wasn't::
CaptDougMcKnight: I'd be tickled pink if we didn't get grabbed again by one of these things. But it already happened once, and if we have to get off this ship in a hurry, I'd just as soon we didn't get caught with our dicks in our hands this time.
VAdm Blackthorne: Blunt, but true.
MajorAZinthys: And what is having marines posted on every deck going to do to stop that?
CaptDougMcKnight: Last time, a panic had already broken out by the time we got the marines in there to hurry the evaucation along. We lost precious minutes restoring order.
CaptDougMcKnight: This time, I intend to see that no one, civilian or otherwise, steps a foot out of line. It's going to be an orderly operation, from start to finish.
MajorAZinthys: ::Nods and sets the PADD on his console:: i shall have a look at the full plan later.
CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods:: Sir.
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
CaptDougMcKnight: paused
Kiley Airell: ::pauses::
MajorAZinthys: ::blows into whistle::
MajorAZinthys: Attention!
CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
VAdm Blackthorne: Good sim. And at least we simmed again!
CaptDougMcKnight: Indeed.
VAdm Blackthorne: We do need to try to start on time, or at least closer to it.
VAdm Blackthorne: So please make an effort, if you can, to be here a few minutes before 7:30.
VAdm Blackthorne: Also, if you know anyone from your other sims that needs to sim here, please get them in!
VAdm Blackthorne: We have a great core group here.
VAdm Blackthorne: So let's make it so we can play every week.
VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for tonight. Major?
MajorAZinthys: ::blows into whistle::
MajorAZinthys: Dismissed!
CaptDougMcKnight has left the room.
Lt TKirr has left the room.
MajorAZinthys has left the room.