AIM Chat with MajAdamDrake, MajorAZinthys, danducwilliams.

7:23 PM

CmdrShelev has joined this chat.

danducwilliams: Admiral on deck

7:25 PM

MajAdamDrake: ::smirks:: Heya Command Staff.

MajorAZinthys: Wow. That's pretty amazing, actually.

CmdrShelev: Are we interrupting something?

MajAdamDrake: Nope.

Dan Duc Williams: not that i know of

MajorAZinthys: ::Grinz::

CmdrShelev: OK, carry on.

MajAdamDrake: ::carries on::

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7:30 PM

Ian Blackthorne: Lost Drake but gained McKnight.

MajAdamDrake has joined this chat.

MajAdamDrake: Am I here?

Ian Blackthorne: No, go away

MajDougMcKnight: Ah, there you go. Something for nothing.

MajAdamDrake: Hmmm, interesting.

CmdrShelev: No, you're not. Get back in the chain locker.

CmdrShelev: <<efb>>

Lt TKirr has joined this chat.

MajAdamDrake: Heya! ::waves::

Lt TKirr: Sorry.. was trying to do two things at once.

Ian Blackthorne: THERE ARE PEOPLE.

Ian Blackthorne: AT MY SIM.

MajAdamDrake: Where?!

MajAdamDrake: ::looks around::

MajAdamDrake: Oh.


CmdrShelev: No there are not. I am running bots.

Dan Duc Williams: *buzz*

Ian Blackthorne: b&

MajorAZinthys: What sim?

MajorAZinthys: I heard there was alcohol here.

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, if you will?

CmdrShelev: ::Employs the Whistle of Eardrum Piercing +5::


Dan Duc Williams: ::AA::

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

MajorAZinthys: ::comes to attention with a "snap"::

7:35 PM

MajAdamDrake: ::@@::

Ian Blackthorne: First off tonight, let's give a welcome to Ensign Daniel Ducaine-Williams. He'll be joining the Engineering department!

Dan Duc Williams: ::waves::

Lt TKirr: Welcome, Ensign.

MajAdamDrake: ::claps:: Woot! Welcome Dan!

CmdrShelev: Oh good, fresh airlock testing.

CmdrShelev: Make yourself at home, Dan!

MajAdamDrake: ::to Shelev:: Shhhhh....initiation! Don't blow it.

Ian Blackthorne: I'm sure the Ensign will be quite at home.

Ian Blackthorne: Alright, tonight we're seemingly peacefully on the way from our weapons testing to a nearby Starbase.

Ian Blackthorne: Just as a priority one communique comes in for Admiral Blackthorne. Never peaceful for long around here.

Ian Blackthorne: Questions?

MajDougMcKnight: No, sir.

Dan Duc Williams: ::is suddenly not on that station like he thought he was gonna be::

CmdrShelev: No, sir.

MajAdamDrake: Is there a chance we are going to dock with the station?

Ian Blackthorne: Not bloody likely.

MajAdamDrake: ::swears and throws out his plan for character switching out the window::

Ian Blackthorne: There will be a way.

Dan Duc Williams: ::runs for the nearest shuttle::

Ian Blackthorne: Okay, if there are no further questions.

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

MajorAZinthys: ::Sitting at his desk in the security office, sorting out reports on the weaponry from requests for leave::

MajAdamDrake: ::finishing up the last of his packing and stuffing them in containers for transport::

7:40 PM

Dan Duc Williams: ::onboard a shuttle which is making its way towards the Atlantis, watching the guy piloting it do all the fancy stuff with the console::

Ian Blackthorne: :::on the bridge when the damn red phone rings::

CmdrShelev: ::On bridge, prioritizing supply manifests for starbase::

MajAdamDrake: ::places the last item in the last box and then closes it::

Ian Blackthorne: ::Stands:: That can't be good. Commander, you have the bridge.

MajAdamDrake: ::sighs:: Ah, I'll miss this ship.

CmdrShelev: Aye, Admiral ::Notes time in ship's log::

Ian Blackthorne: ::Enters his ready room::

Ian Blackthorne: ::sits down behind his desk and flips open the commlink::

Lt TKirr: ::steps out of the sonic shower and finds herself a fresh uniform::

Ian Blackthorne: ::sees Admiral A.C. Zuriyev appear on the screen::

Dan Duc Williams: Well now, ain't she there a beaut t' see. ::comes up upon the Atlantis::

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi. To what pleasure do I owe this call?

Dan Duc Williams: +Atlantis+ Atlantis control this is shuttle Epsilon 371, request permission to land.

Ian Blackthorne: A.C. > Ian. Brooke was asking about you, wondering when you're going to make it for dinner next.

CmdrShelev: +Shuttlebay 1+ Shuttlebay 1, please grant Epsilon 371 permission to dock.

MajorAZinthys: <<Brooke.... you mean, he actually.... wait, which alternate universe is this again?>>

Ian Blackthorne: <<It's the same universe it's been for the two years Blackthorne has been in charge. I've referred to this in logs. Alexi is married to Brooke Dolan.>>

Ian Blackthorne: I'm assuming by your call it won't be soon?

MajAdamDrake: {{Oh, too bad that Tempest got the boot. I feel so... ::laughs hysterically:: Couldn't say it straight faced.}}

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> No, we have a situation.

MajorAZinthys: <<I know, it's just a jolt to hear it for real.>>

Lt TKirr: ::makes sure she's dressed immaculately in her washroom mirror::

CmdrShelev: Shuttlebay 1> +Epsilon 371+ Epsilon 371, you are cleared to dock. Please disengage manuals.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Stops by the entrance to Zinthys' office, and leans against the door frame, replicated plastic mug of raktajino in hand:: Morning, sir. You had a chance to look over the test results from that torpedo test we conducted the other

7:45 PM

Ian Blackthorne: <<Remember the alternate universe where Alexi and Brooke were married but we had that spacefaring plague? The real universe is that one without the plaguee.>

Dan Duc Williams: +Atlantis+ Thank you control. ::Sits back as pilot boy disengages the controls, having no clue at all how to fly a shuttlecraft::

MajorAZinthys: <<Ah.>>

MajDougMcKnight: day? I've heard there was some minor problem with an excess energy buildup, but on the whole, I'd say things went pretty well.

Ian Blackthorne: We always do.

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Not like this one, Ian.

MajorAZinthys: Have I? I've done nothing but.

MajorAZinthys: ::Gestures to a seat across from him::

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> We haven't had anything of this magnitude since Khitomer.

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> ::transmits the mission brief to Ian::

MajorAZinthys: That and requests for leave from the crew once they found out our next destination.

MajAdamDrake: ::looks at his replacement's biological profile::

Ian Blackthorne: ::reads it quickly, Alexi watching for a reaction:: Bloody hell, Alexi.

MajAdamDrake: Interesting. Well, Atlantis should be in more than capable hands.

MajAdamDrake: ::stands up and heads out to Engineering::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods with a slight smile, and takes a seat:: Shore leave DOES have a way of not getting old, sir. There's just something...missing about a holodeck.

Dan Duc Williams: ::shuttle comes in and docks into shuttlebay 1:: Well, thank ye fer the ride and chatter there Joel, happy trails back 'ome. ::grabs his carry-on bag and heads out of the shuttle::

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Yeah. Just the job for Third Fleet.

MajorAZinthys: So, explain to me again, how does Starfleet think they can improve on the quantum torpedo?

MajAdamDrake: ::steps out of the turbolift and marches into the main bay of Engineering::

Ian Blackthorne: We'll handle it, Alexi.

MajAdamDrake: ::admires his surroundings with a smile::

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Is it official, sir? ::from a console nearby::

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> I know. How's that Andorian working out as your XO?

MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, once my replacement shows up.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> We're going to miss you, Major.

Dan Duc Williams: ::wanders to the nearest TL:: Bridge if ya please.

MajAdamDrake: ::nods again:: Yeah, I completely understand. I'll miss you all too, but it's time to move onto bigger and better things.

Ian Blackthorne: Well. He seems to have a no-nonsense attitude that I like.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Well, Atlantis is pretty much the biggest, you know.

MajAdamDrake: ::smirks almost sadly:: Yeah, but you know what I mean.

MajDougMcKnight: Oh, I wouldn't call it much of an improvement, sir. More like a specialization. This was intended as a defensive measure to be implemented next time one of those bio mass things shows up.

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Glad to hear it. I'll see you when you get back to Earth. Brooke will be expecting you for dinner.

7:50 PM

Lt TKirr: ::makes sure everything is in order, then walks out of her quarters between the parting doors and heads down the hallway::

Ian Blackthorne: Good to know. Say hi to her and the kids for me, boss.

CmdrShelev: Conn, have an updated ETA?

Ian Blackthorne: Alexi> Will do. Godspeed, Ian. Zuriyev out.

Ian Blackthorne: ::stands::

Dan Duc Williams: ::exits TL and walks onto the bridge:: Ensign Daniel Ducaine-Williams reporting for duty sir.

MajDougMcKnight: Basically, it's just carrying a big ole load of carbon. It's like chucking coal at the thing, except the torpedo's explosion distributes the payload a whole lot more efficiently.

MajorAZinthys: It's about time. Sick of losing ships to it.

CmdrShelev: Conn> Four hours at present speed, Commander.

Ian Blackthorne: ::writes on a padd a set of coordinates, equidistant to the Discovery's reported position and here::

Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the bridge. I have the bridge.

CmdrShelev: At ease, Ensign. Welcome aboard.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Yeah... ::looks around for a moment before going back to his work::

MajAdamDrake: ::walks into his office and looks at the barren compartment::

Dan Duc Williams: Admiral on deck! ::almost on reflex after reading the pips::

Ian Blackthorne: As you were.

CmdrShelev: ::Relinquishes The Chair::

Dan Duc Williams: ::nods to Shelev:: Thank you Commander.

Ian Blackthorne: Helm, new course. Six point six two mark three.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::At Science on the Bridge, gives Williams a look-over::

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, relay message to USS Discovery to meet us at these coordinates. ::passes over the PADD::

CmdrShelev: ::Whispers to Blackthorne:: Trouble?

MajDougMcKnight: Oh, and I got a transmission last night around 2300.

Ian Blackthorne: ::nods::

CmdrShelev: ::Sighs::

Ian Blackthorne: Captain Santiago's going to have a handful. But not like we will.

Ian Blackthorne: After the transmission, call a senior staff meeting.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Grins:: Sentinels had a great game. You should give it a gander. Might just make a fan of you yet.

Lt TKirr: ::finds herself at the Lounge doors, having traced the familiar route with her eyes on a PADD, then enters::

Dan Duc Williams: ::looks over at Logan and nods, looking him over and then back at the Command Staff, awaiting some orders of sort::

Ian Blackthorne: ::looks to Williams:: And you are?

MajAdamDrake: I have one last thing to do. Mr. Jeddin, you have Engineering.

Dan Duc Williams: Ensign Daniel Duncaine-Williams Admiral, reporting in fresh from the shuttle-craft. Engineering sir.

CmdrShelev: ::Transmits coordinates to the Discovery::

7:55 PM

MajAdamDrake: ::leaves and enters the nearest turbolift:: Computer, what is the location of Lieutenant T'Kirr?

Dan Duc Williams: ::tries to hide accent as best as possible while speaking to brass peoples::

MajorAZinthys: Sentinels?

Ian Blackthorne: Welcome aboard, Ensign. ::shakes his hand firmly:: Report to Engineering.

MajAdamDrake: Computer> Lieutenant T'Kirr is in the Crew Lounge.

MajAdamDrake: Crew Lounge, then. ::floats away::

Lt TKirr: ::replicates herself a bland tea and sits in a quiet corner::

Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and grabs his bag again, heading out to the TL:: Main Engineering.

MajAdamDrake: ::steps out onto the deck and walks into the Crew Lounge::

MajAdamDrake: ::sees T'Kirr and beelines for her, sliding into the booth without asking::

MajAdamDrake: Hey there.

CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Senior staff, please report to bridge conference room.

Lt TKirr: ::glances up::

MajDougMcKnight: The Cestus III league, sir! Baseball. They gave those Pike City Pioneers a hammering.

MajAdamDrake: ::looks up:: Damn.

Ian Blackthorne: Yellow alert.

Lt TKirr: ::grimaces slightly::

MajorAZinthys: Baseball?

MajAdamDrake: We'll chat afterwards, apparently.

Lt TKirr: ::slides out of the booth after Drake::

MajorAZinthys: Great.

MajAdamDrake: ::stands and heads to the turbolift::

CmdrShelev: Tactical, yellow alert.

MajorAZinthys: Saved by the call.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::working in Engineering.

MajorAZinthys: ::Stands::

MajAdamDrake: ::enters the turbolift:: Bridge.

MajDougMcKnight: Oh, dear God, sir. Give me a week, and you'll be thanking me the rest of your friggin life.

MajorAZinthys: EnsSkitz> Yellow alert, sir.

MajDougMcKnight: But first...the job.

Lt TKirr: ::rides lift with Drake in silence::

Ian Blackthorne: This ship will be on elevated alert until further notice.

MajorAZinthys: Skitz> ::nods::

CmdrShelev: ::nod::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Rises easily from his chair, and follows Zinthys to the lift::

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out to the TL::

MajAdamDrake: ::steps out onto the bridge and does the customary crossover::

MajorAZinthys: Perhaps, if we ever get a week, you can have your wish.

Dan Duc Williams: ::exits TL and wanders into engineering, making sure to place his engineering cap on before entering:: Hmm... just got 'ere and were already on yellow alert? Oh my...

MajorAZinthys: ::Enters the TL:: Deck 1.

Dan Duc Williams: ((poor Turbolifts are getting the workout))

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Hey there. Welcome aboard. Drop your stuff right over there... ::points:: ...and give us a hand.

MajorAZinthys: <<hopefully they don't break>>

Ian Blackthorne: ((They'd better not break.))

MajDougMcKnight: Doesn't look like it'll be this one. The Admiral sounded even less thrilled than usual.

Dan Duc Williams: ((::ponders evilly::

Dan Duc Williams: ))

MajorAZinthys: ::TL stops::

MajorAZinthys: ::doors open::

Dan Duc Williams: ::tosses his bag over to the indicated spot and strolls over to where Jeddin is:: Whatchya all workin' on?

MajorAZinthys: Great.

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks into the CR::

Ian Blackthorne: ::sees Z and McKnight::

8:00 PM

Ian Blackthorne: McKnight, you have the bridge.

MajorAZinthys: ::Nods to the captain::

Lt TKirr: ::enters conference room and finds a seat::

Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the CR::

MajorAZinthys: ::Takes the seat to the left of the head::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Still doing that following thing, and nods to Blackthorne:: Sir. Why don't I have a good feeling about this one?

CmdrShelev: ::Enters conference room, finds seat as far as possible from the Vulcan::

MajAdamDrake: ::sits down in the conference room::

MajAdamDrake: ::has a PADD and begins jotting down notes diligently, not looking forward to briefing his replacement::

Ian Blackthorne: ::nods to McKnight:: You have reason. Take the bridge.

MajorAZinthys: Skitz> ::Looks up at McKnight questioningly::

Ian Blackthorne: ::strides purposely to the front of the table::

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::looks towards the CR, wondering what's in store for their future::

Dan Duc Williams: ::grabs a nearby engineering kit and looks over Jeddin's shoulder:: Hmm... converters acting up?

Ian Blackthorne: ::waits for quiet and then says plainly:: The Xindi colony on the distant world of Arvedui III has suffered a planetary catastrophe.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> Plasma injectors actually. ::points to a Jefferies tube entrance::

MajorAZinthys: ::furrows eyebrows::

CmdrShelev: Environmental?

Ian Blackthorne: Details are scant, but reports are that half of the planet has been destroyed in an explosion.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Has gone back out onto the bridge, and settled into the command chair::

CmdrShelev: That's not environmental.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Restrains himself from trying to find out if the thing spins::.

Ian Blackthorne: Word from there is intermittent and scant, but the message is clear. Help.

CmdrShelev: They're asking for help from us? That's a little out of nowhere.

Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: And I thought it was going to be easy. Would you like to go first or shall I? ::motions to the entrance::

Ian Blackthorne: The planet is left uninhabitable. They've assembled a makeshift evacuation fleet.

Lt TKirr: ::listens intently, her expression neutral::

Ian Blackthorne: And have specifically asked us for permission to resettle on our frontier.

8:05 PM

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> I'm in charge, junior, why don't you just do the best you can and call us if you can't handle it. ::turns away::

CmdrShelev: I take it the highups have said yes.

MajAdamDrake: ::taps on his PADD::

Ian Blackthorne: You are correct.

Ian Blackthorne: Their fleet is hastily assembled and inadequate for the sheer number of people they must transport.

Ian Blackthorne: And between here and there is a hostile power.

CmdrShelev: ::Antennae go vertical::

Lt TKirr: <<as long as I don't gotta share my quarters with an aquatic>>

Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: Junior eh? ::bites back marine comment as he climbs into the jefferies tubes and goes to work, whistling an old southern ditty as he goes::

CmdrShelev: <<Can you tread water>>

Ian Blackthorne: The Machen Bren Star Kingdom. We don't know much about them.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Sits there for a few moments in silence. The feeling of having a ship this powerful at his command, even knowing that in a real emergency, the real commander could be back in under a's a heady feeling. Still, no

MajAdamDrake: ::looks up, then down making furious notes::

Ian Blackthorne: We've never made contact with them, either. I believe we're about to.

MajDougMcKnight: emergency seems forthcoming, and after staring at the viewscreen a few seconds...:: So, this is basically what you guys do all day?

Ian Blackthorne: Either way, as the Sovereigns are the fastest in the fleet, Atlantis will be going ahead to meet the Xindi caravan.

Ian Blackthorne: ::displays a tactical map on the wall::

MajAdamDrake: ::looks up:: Are we expecting to have to outrun someone, sir?

Ian Blackthorne: We need to get to the Xindi quickly.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::to Hawthorne:: We've got to start getting more experienced people.

Lt TKirr: <<Dodge..:cough: dodge..>>

MajAdamDrake: Hawthorne> Come on, he's an ensign.

MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, sir.

Ian Blackthorne: ::overlays the believed borders of the Machen Bren over their expected course:

Dan Duc Williams: Leets see 'ere, this little thang goes over 'ere, and then this one, clickin' sound is always a good one. ::continues to listen to their chatter while finishing up::

Ian Blackthorne: We will rendezvous with the Discovery here. ::points::

8:10 PM

Ian Blackthorne: At that point, we will be transferring the majority of the Science department off the ship.

CmdrShelev: ::Attempts to stifle grin. Fails.::

Ian Blackthorne: We will be taking on extra marines, engineers, and doctors.

MajAdamDrake: ::looks up to T'Kirr for a moment::

Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, keep your best people here. Everyone else is taking a vacation.

MajorAZinthys: I take exploration is not going to be a priority on this mission?

Lt TKirr: ::thinks through the crewmen in her department::

Lt TKirr: ::nods curtly::

Ian Blackthorne: You'll be staying as well since you're a pilot.

Dan Duc Williams: Yup yup, that'll do it. ::pulls himself out of the jefferies tube and looks over at Jeddin:: How much experience do you think I have Mr. Senior?

CmdrShelev: ::Antennae go flat::

Ian Blackthorne: Being that your duties in Science will be light, I'm placing you in charge of continued assurance that the Mustangs are ready for launch.

MajAdamDrake: Hawthorne> ::laughs::

Lt TKirr: ::nods once again::

Ian Blackthorne: You will be, essentially, the squadron executive officer.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::glares at Dan:: Not enough to know how to speak to a superior officer.

Ian Blackthorne: We will leave the Discovery at maximum warp and meet up with the Xindi caravan, to then escort them through Machen Bren space to a suitable world on our frontier.

CmdrShelev: Please tell me we already have one picked out.

Ian Blackthorne: Discovery will be forming a task force from Third Fleet after we leave to assist us when necessary.

Ian Blackthorne: But we're alone at first.

Ian Blackthorne: The world is still being selected.

Dan Duc Williams: ::chuckles:: In that respect your probably right... ::stares at the marine pips for a moment:: Lt. Major. Ensign Daniel Duncaine-Williams, a pleasure. ::extends hand to Jeddin::

MajAdamDrake: Do we know anything about the defenses that the Machen Bren may have?

8:15 PM

Ian Blackthorne: Very little.

MajorAZinthys: Why are we assuming them to be hostile?

Ian Blackthorne: We've never made contact with them. The Xindi have sent us some preliminary data.

CmdrShelev: Have we lost anything to them?

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::shakes:: Michael Jeddin. I'm glad that we have a new ensign onboard, gives us time to shape you up the way an Engineer should be.

Ian Blackthorne: Because they are hostile to the Xindi.

MajorAZinthys: I see.

CmdrShelev: Name three races that aren't.

Ian Blackthorne: And will likely take exception to a caravan of ships passing through their territory.

MajAdamDrake: If possible, sir, I'd like some ideas of what I may have to expect. Special weapons? Special modifications to our weapons...? ::is quite upset about not having anything to go on::

Ian Blackthorne: The Federation, right now.

Dan Duc Williams: ::cocks an eyebrow as he resorts the tools in the kit:: Should be? I figured I was pretty well as is.

Ian Blackthorne: We have nothing to go on.

Ian Blackthorne: Remember also that this fleet of ships was assembled in absolute panic.

Ian Blackthorne: It's overcrowded and ill-suited to the job it's doing.

Ian Blackthorne: Not only will we have to defend this caravan, but we'll need to make things better for the refugees.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::smirks:: For standard 'Fleet, yeah. Not up to my Marine Standards. Nor are you up to snuff as far as Major Drake is concerned.

Ian Blackthorne: Mr. Drake, is she ready for maximum sustained warp?

MajAdamDrake: ::nods:: Yes, sir. I don't know how long I can give you. Right now I'd say twelve hours at most without doing some major changing to our warp manifolds. Which, I can do, but slowly at max warp.

8:20 PM

Ian Blackthorne: We'll need longer than that. When I ask for maximum sustained warp, I expect the ship to be able to sustain it.

MajorAZinthys: ::Looks at Drake oddly::

Ian Blackthorne: Hence the word sustained.

Ian Blackthorne: I expect a guarantee of warp 9.95.

Dan Duc Williams: ::Wonders why all marines he meets are pompus idiots:: Well now, guess I'll have to deal with being instantly lower, no matter what my skills are. ::looks over to a wall panel and points:: You know, its not very safe to have all the

Ian Blackthorne: And we're also rated for warp 9.99 for 36 hours. I expect no less.

MajAdamDrake: Well, as you said yourself sir, thrown into this with absolute panic, twelve hours is the best I can give you right now.

Dan Duc Williams: cables jumbled together in there like that, a good hit from a ship will pop that whole right open, cut the power to the whole area. ::walks over to it and opens up the panel::

Ian Blackthorne: Not good enough, Mr. Drake. You are dismissed to go fix the problem.

MajAdamDrake: Yes, Admiral.

MajAdamDrake: ::stands and moves out of the room and onto the bridge::

Ian Blackthorne: Are there any questions?

Lt TKirr: ::glances sidelong momentarily before returning her attention to the Admiral::

MajAdamDrake: ::rolls his eyes after he leaves the conference room:: Perfection...

CmdrShelev: How long before contact?

Ian Blackthorne: A week.

MajorAZinthys: Have the Xindi provided us with any information on the Macon's offensive capabilities?

Ian Blackthorne: A little data on classes of ships.

MajorAZinthys: ::Nods::

Ian Blackthorne: They have three types of warships, and two types of carriers.

8:25 PM

MajAdamDrake: ::steps into the turbolift::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Turns in the chair, just in time to see Drake enter the turbolift:: trouble at the top, Major?

MajAdamDrake: He gets one more thing out of me before I hit him with my resignation. ::mumbles and steps out onto Deck Sixteen and into Engineering::

MajAdamDrake: All right, people, I need Warp 9.99 for as long as possible. I need it now.

MajAdamDrake: ::sees new blood::

MajAdamDrake: You. Come here.

Ian Blackthorne: Any others?

MajDougMcKnight: ::Turns back to the viewscreen:: I'll take that as a yes.

Dan Duc Williams: ::was about to open up the panel, but gets up and grabs his kit, walking over to Adam:: Aye Major?

MajAdamDrake: Welcome aboard. I'm Major Adam Drake.

Ian Blackthorne: Apparently not. Dismissed.

MajorAZinthys: ::Stands::

Lt TKirr: ::stands and files out the door to the Bridge::

Dan Duc Williams: ::shakes hand:: Thank you Major, Ensign Daniel Ducaine-Williams

CmdrShelev: ::Stands and departs::

Ian Blackthorne: ::walks back out onto the bridge:: I have the bridge.

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks out::

MajorAZinthys: ::Walks over to Skitz:: I have tactical.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Stands and steps aside:: That you do, sir.

MajorAZinthys: Skitz> Yessir. ::moves into the shadowy recesses of the bridge::

MajAdamDrake: Great. Now, do you know how to invert the warp core stabilizers, but leave them inverted to accept mass amounts of anti-matter?

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::starts to duck away as T'Kirr approaches, but she stops him with a word and speaks to him quietly::

MajorAZinthys: ::Pulls up as much information as possible on the Machen Kingdom::

Ian Blackthorne: How are the weapon systems looking, Major? ::walks over to Zinthys::

8:30 PM

MajorAZinthys: Better, now that those new torpedoes are out of there.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::nods to T'Kirr as he accepts a PADD from her and leaves the Bridge::

Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and smiles:: That I can do Major, just keep the ends focused slightly inwards for maximum stabilzation.

Ian Blackthorne: Yes, I doubt we will need those on this mission.

MajAdamDrake: Great. Now, go.

MajAdamDrake: ::practically shooes him away::

MajorAZinthys: Indeed. I hope we don't have to face them both at the same time.

MajAdamDrake: Michael, I need you to reset the relays in the nacelles to accept their maximum amount of coolant. Things are going to get hot.

MajAdamDrake: Jeddin> ::nods:: Yes, Major. ::heads off to the nacelle access room::

Ian Blackthorne: ::chuckles::

Dan Duc Williams: ::wanders off to go invert warp core stabilizers, one of the more fun things he enjoys::

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, ETA to Discovery rendezvous?

MajDougMcKnight: ::Steps over next to the turbolift, and leans against the wall, silently observinf the conversation::

CmdrShelev: If Drake keeps his end of the bargain, two days, three hours.

CmdrShelev: If he doesn't, three days and who knows how many hours.

Ian Blackthorne: ::smirks:: I haven't even revved the engines up yet.

MajorAZinthys: Mr. McKnight!

Lt TKirr: <<rofl>>

Ian Blackthorne: The real test is after Discovery. Maximum warp into BFE.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Straightens:: Sir?

Dan Duc Williams: ::hums away a ditty as he works, keeping things interesting for himself::

MajorAZinthys: Ensure that all the carbon-based torps have been removed from any proximity to their launchers.

MajorAZinthys: I don't trust the engineering grunts with my weapons.

Lt TKirr: ::having assumed her station at Science, pulls up all Mustang data::

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

MajAdamDrake: ::grins:: Nice...

Dan Duc Williams: ::pawseded::

MajDougMcKnight: Paused.

8:35 PM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

Ian Blackthorne: ::nods to the Commander::

MajorAZinthys: ::watches the credits as they roll::


Dan Duc Williams: ::AA::

CmdrShelev: Dismissed.

MajorAZinthys: umm...

CmdrShelev: !Dismissed.

Dan Duc Williams: ::blinks::

Ian Blackthorne: The commander is overeager to get rid of you.

CmdrShelev: <<Failure>>

Lt TKirr: Especially me.

MajDougMcKnight: lmao

MajorAZinthys: So we've noticed.

Ian Blackthorne: Well, I have no announcements except that this is really starting to look up. Good to see it.

MajorAZinthys: ::Looks up::

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, now you can get rid of them.

CmdrShelev: ...

CmdrShelev: Now I'm not quite sure I want to.

Ian Blackthorne: ::chuckles::: You know you want to.

CmdrShelev: But not sure enough. Dismissed.

MajorAZinthys: ::anime teardrop::

Lt TKirr: ::runs for her life::

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Lt TKirr has left this chat.

CmdrShelev: see yall next week