AIM Chat with Lt TKirr, Kiley Airell, CaptDougMcKnight

AIM Chat with Lt TKirr, Kiley Airell, CaptDougMcKnight.

7:33 PM

Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Admiral.

VAdm Blackthorne: Hello

Kiley Airell: Hey J

7:35 PM

Lt TKirr: ::returns to reading the PADD::

CaptDougMcKnight: Okay, I KNOW I saw Rhi online before I switched screen names.

VAdm Blackthorne: She's probably still in the Academy

CaptDougMcKnight: Ah.

CaptDougMcKnight: How's that going lately?

VAdm Blackthorne: Looks like there were two cadets tonight, one good and one terrible

Kiley Airell: fun

CaptDougMcKnight: Well, a new cadet with talent is what I'd call a positive report.

VAdm Blackthorne: I'd settle for good Atlantis attendance.

7:40 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: Touche.

Lt TKirr: I read over the entire database on particles yesterday. O.o

Kiley Airell: lol

VAdm Blackthorne: Subatomic particles?

Lt TKirr: Yep.

Lt TKirr: Baryon, chroniton, omega, etc.

CaptDougMcKnight: Theleron? Tachion?

7:45 PM

CaptDougMcKnight: Chroniton?

VAdm Blackthorne: I thought you mean quarks and nuons

Lt TKirr: Well.. those too.

CaptDougMcKnight: Oh, you said chroniton. Wow.

CaptDougMcKnight: I was so sure Trek just made those up.

VAdm Blackthorne: They're not proven to exist.

Lt TKirr: Dunno what Theleron is.

VAdm Blackthorne: A time particle is only theory.

VAdm Blackthorne: It's also theorized that anti-matter is matter moving backwards through time, incidentally.

CaptDougMcKnight: It wasn't so much a particle as it was a form of radiation.

Lt TKirr: I'm not talking about real particles O.o

CaptDougMcKnight: It was part of Shinzon's Doomesday weapon.

VAdm Blackthorne: Radiation is nothing more than the emission of particles.

CaptDougMcKnight: Yes, but...so's your face.

Lt TKirr: Heh

VAdm Blackthorne: o yeah well ur mom

Lt TKirr: I know what a quark is, what's a nuon?

CaptDougMcKnight: It's spelled "yea", dumbass.

Lt TKirr: Is not.

CaptDougMcKnight: is 2 an ur gay!!!!!

Lt TKirr: Did you mean muon, B?

7:50 PM

Lt TKirr: Kiley and I were ON TIME. >_<

VAdm Blackthorne: plzdiekthxlol

Lt TKirr: LOL

CaptDougMcKnight: Ooh, I am, like, totally pwnz3d.

WillFMarlowe has joined this chat.

CaptDougMcKnight: Heya, Marlowe.

VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya, Will

WillFMarlowe: I remembered DST for once. 'Evening, everyone.

Kiley Airell: Hey Will

Lt TKirr: My computer remembers for me.

CaptDougMcKnight: We'll see who's laughing when your computer murders you in your sleep.

Lt TKirr: O.o

CaptDougMcKnight: The internet watches you while you're asleep, you know.

Lt TKirr: Uh.. nope.

VAdm Blackthorne: INTERNET

Lt TKirr: DO IT

Lt TKirr: KILL

Kiley Airell: LOL

VAdm Blackthorne: THE INTERNET IS SERIOUS BUSINESS

Lt TKirr: DO IT NOW

7:55 PM

Lt TKirr: *sigh* I'm stupid for a science officer. =/

CaptDougMcKnight: So...bang bang bang?

Lt TKirr: Nooo don't shoot.

CaptDougMcKnight: Hey, the engineer's online. That's new.

MajAdamDrake has joined this chat.

Lt TKirr: Omigosh.

VAdm Blackthorne: WELL HOLY SHIT

Kiley Airell: Hey Drake

Lt TKirr: Err, hi. =P

VAdm Blackthorne: ZOMG SIX PEOPEL

MajAdamDrake: Heya guys.

MajAdamDrake: Sorry I'm late.

Kiley Airell: what's up with people thinking this sim starts at 11 Eastern!?

MajAdamDrake: Hey, I was stage managing, get off me.

VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, looks like we're having a 30 minute sim.

Lt TKirr: Heh.

MajAdamDrake: Sweet!

VAdm Blackthorne: Better than no sim.

VAdm Blackthorne: Attention!

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::

MajAdamDrake: ::@::

MajAdamDrake: ::@@:

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, so we're following the trail of the biomass by microscanning for traces of the unknown element it contained.

VAdm Blackthorne: Progress is slow to maintain the trail.

8:00 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: We're only making warp two currently.

VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Mans the tactical console, since Zinthys is...off duty::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::in his chair on the bridge, drinking a cup of coffee::

MajAdamDrake: ::in Engineering working feverishly to find the trace elements::

Lt TKirr: ::at station on the Bridge, monitoring the incoming sensor data to stay on the trail::

Kiley Airell: ::sitting in her seat on the bridge::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Sits in a chair though. Let them call him a candy ass.::

Lt TKirr: ::peers briefly at McKnight, wondering where the chair came from::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Catches her gaze:: Lieutenant, could you please send me all your theoretical data on the bio mass' interaction with carbon?

MajAdamDrake: Wait a second... ::thinks for a second as his hands dance across the console::

Lt TKirr: ::perks a brow at him, but sends the data::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Nods:: Danke schon.

8:05 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The trail starts to thin.

Lt TKirr: ::returns to scanners and notices it thin out:: We're losing the trail again::

MajAdamDrake: Shit. ::starts to recalibrate the sensors:: +T'Kirr+ Engineering to T'Kirr.

Lt TKirr: +Engineering+ T'Kirr here.

Lt TKirr: ::scans about for the trail::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Tunes out the vaguely panicked voices around him, and starts running simulations on the precise torpedo spread and the proper payload required to initiate the desired effect in the biomass...assuming it reacts with carbon like

CaptDougMcKnight: they think and hope it does::

MajAdamDrake: +T'Kirr+ Recalibrate the ventral sensor array with an inverted gradient. That may clear things up a little bit.

MajAdamDrake: ::cursing under his breath, thinking quickly::

Lt TKirr: +Engineering+ On it. ::recalibrates::

Lt TKirr: ::runs the scan again, then looks up:: +Engineering+ Still nothing. I read the trail behind us, but it has disapated.

8:10 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: All stop.

Kiley Airell: ::Frowns::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::On the console in front of him, a full spread of quantum torpedoes punches its way through the outer membrane of the bio mass in a relatively equal distribution before detonating, releasing the carbon throughout the organism

MajAdamDrake: Damn it all. ::moves to another console:: +T'Kirr+ The trail is a dead-end. If it was moving, it isn't now. Or, it figured we were following us and changed things. That's the only explanation.

Lt TKirr: <<Are we following the trail of a living mass, or the one we destroyed?>>

CaptDougMcKnight: within their effective range. However, it looks as though a single spread won't get the job done. You just can;t load the mass of an entire colony onto a handful of torpedoes. They'll have to pick their targets.::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Mutters:: Fortunately, we're sitting on a whole heaping helping of handfuls.

VAdm Blackthorne: ((The one we destroyed))

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Grins softly as the alliteration sinks in:: I kill me.

Lt TKirr: <<That's what I thought>>

Lt TKirr: +Engineering+ Perhaps this is where it originated. Or spent a great deal of time.

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Frowns and checks the tactical sensors, looking for any planetoid-sized organisms::

Lt TKirr: ::checks long range scans for anything of note::

VAdm Blackthorne: Any planets in the area?

MajAdamDrake: ::nods absently:: +T'Kirr+ Understood.

8:15 PM

Lt TKirr: Two class E on the edge of sensors. Nothing remarkable.

VAdm Blackthorne: Show our position on the viewscreen.

Lt TKirr: ::sends position to viewscreen::

MajAdamDrake: ::wanders to another console, looking at the trace elements and the degradation rates::

8:20 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: ::examines the starchart::

Kiley Airell: ::looks at the view screen::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at nearby star systems::

Lt TKirr: ::highlights their route from the destroyed biomass::

VAdm Blackthorne: Rotate along the x axis.

Lt TKirr: ::rotates chart::

MajAdamDrake: ::presses buttons::

VAdm Blackthorne: We're in the middle of nowhere.

Lt TKirr: Indeed.

8:25 PM

Lt TKirr: Perhaps that fact was suitable for the biomass if it was hibernating.

Lt TKirr: ::measures the decay at the edge of the trail::

CaptDougMcKnight: All the same, suggest we raise shields?

VAdm Blackthorne: And any older trail from here would be impossible to find.

Lt TKirr: That would suggest it remained here for several years.

VAdm Blackthorne: I don't see the need.

MajAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Drake+ Bridge here.

MajAdamDrake: +Blackthorne+ Sir, seeing as how our search has dead-ended with no possible continuation, and since my scans haven't picked up another trace. I want to scan the planets for possible traces, but I'm out of range.

8:30 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: +Drake+ Alright.

VAdm Blackthorne: Set course for the closet of the planets. Warp four.

CaptDougMcKnight: We're certain those planets are devoid of any biomass readings?

Lt TKirr: Helm> ::warps ship::

Lt TKirr: Our database shows no signs of life.

VAdm Blackthorne: We can't be certain until we scan them thoroughly.

MajAdamDrake: ::waits until they're in range::

CaptDougMcKnight: I'm simply suggesting we conduct these thorough scans from the maximum possible range. I'd hate for us to be suckered in again.

VAdm Blackthorne: Agreed.

Lt TKirr: We're approaching the planet.

VAdm Blackthorne: All stop.

MajAdamDrake: ::starts the scan as soon as they are in range::

8:35 PM

Lt TKirr: ::runs her own scans::

Lt TKirr: <<Let's see if we can overload the sensor arrays. =P>>

MajAdamDrake: ::runs all the scans he can think of, and turns up zilch::

MajAdamDrake: +Bridge+ Engineering to Bridge.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Drake+ Bridge here.

MajAdamDrake: +Bridge+ I got nothing, Admiral. The planet is clear.

VAdm Blackthorne: +Drake+ Next planetary system then.

VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::paused::

Kiley Airell: ::paused::

8:40 PM

WillFMarlowe: ::paused::

VAdm Blackthorne: Attention!

CaptDougMcKnight: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

MajAdamDrake: ::@@::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

VAdm Blackthorne: Captain McKnight, front and center!

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Raises a surprised brow, but recovers quickly, and falls into the mandated position:: Sir!

VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes him::

VAdm Blackthorne: HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE THE MARINE CORPS, MARINE?

CaptDougMcKnight: ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN, A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT, SIR!

VAdm Blackthorne: SHOW ME! DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY!

Lt TKirr: ::rolls her eyes::

MajAdamDrake: Whatever happen to just eating a bug?

Kiley Airell: ::thinks the Marines are crazy::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Drops and begins the agony of lactic acid buildup in his biceps, longing for the taste of centipede::

Lt TKirr: <<ROFL>>

CaptDougMcKnight: ::At length, cranks out his fifty, then rises to his feet:: Anything else, sir?

8:45 PM

Lt TKirr: ::admires McKnight's biceps::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods in satisfaction::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::They ARE very nice::

VAdm Blackthorne: ::rips the gold bars off his collar::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Masks a frown. He rather liked those bars. Nice and symmetrical. Also, they were shiny::

VAdm Blackthorne: Douglas McKnight, by the power vested in me by the Pope of Los Angeles, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant Major. ::pins silver bars in their place::

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Salutes:: THAT IS FRIGGIN SWEET, SIR!

VAdm Blackthorne: DAMN STRAIGHT IT IS, MARINE!

VAdm Blackthorne: U-RA!

CaptDougMcKnight: U-RA!

VAdm Blackthorne: FALL IN!

CaptDougMcKnight: ::Falls back into the lineup::

VAdm Blackthorne: Now folks, last month was a milestone for Atlantis.

MajAdamDrake: Oh God...

VAdm Blackthorne: It was the first time we didn't have a Log of the Month to submit to the Muse since December 2000.

VAdm Blackthorne: Not the kind of milestones I like to see.

VAdm Blackthorne: So, let's try to get some writing done. Character backstory, whatever you need to do.

MajAdamDrake: ::stares at the Admiral::

8:50 PM

VAdm Blackthorne: That is all for this week. Dismissed!