AIM Chat with ltcdrhducaine, Lt TKirr,
MajorAZinthys, Kiley Airell, WillFMarlowe, ltmirriedunton.
7:28 PM
Lt TKirr: Have we met, Mirrie?
MajDougMcKnight has joined this chat.
MajDougMcKnight: (Evening, folks.)
Lt TKirr: There's Ellis.
7:30 PM
ltmirriedunton: :: shakes head :: I do not
think so...
Ian Blackthorne: Evening, Everyone.
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Admiral.
Kiley Airell: Hey J
Lt Dakota Ellis has joined this chat.
Lt TKirr: WB, Ellis
Lt Dakota Ellis: thanks
Kiley Airell: Hey Ellis
Lt Dakota Ellis: Kiley
LtCdrHDucaine: Welcome back, Dak!
MajorAZinthys: ba dum ching
Ian Blackthorne: Good LAWD it's
Ellis!
Lt TKirr: No more blobs, Dak
Lt TKirr: Space Jello ::grins::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::laughs:: Good to kn ow
Lt TKirr: I wish everyone's name was the same
color from week to week
MajorAZinthys: Why?
Lt TKirr: A lot of people confuse me (O.o)
LtCdrHDucaine: Where is my assistant...? ::looks
around::
Lt Dakota Ellis: isn't that what the colored
fonts are for? lol
Ian Blackthorne: He was liquidated.
Lt TKirr: I suppose.
7:35 PM
LtCdrHDucaine: Oh...
CmdrShelev has joined this chat.
CmdrShelev: I didn't do it
MajorAZinthys: ::hides his phaser rifle::
Lt TKirr: Ew, the blueskin.. I mean, hi,
Commander. O.o
CmdrShelev: Hello, greenskin.
Lt TKirr: Hey, my skin's not...
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, what a crowd!
Ian Blackthorne: Let's get rolling.
Commander?
CmdrShelev: :TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET:
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::
MajorAZinthys: ::comes to attention with a "thump"::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::@@::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::AA::
Ian Blackthorne: First of all. This
attendance. This is what I like to see. This makes me proud.
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Ian Blackthorne: Atlantis is back
with a vengeance.
Ian Blackthorne: In case you didn't
read the log, Drake swapped over to Ducaine there.
CmdrShelev: I could tell from the way he stood at
attention, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: Indeed.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::waves::
Ian Blackthorne: And now for the
brief.
7:40 PM
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Ian Blackthorne: Atlantis is en
route to rendezvous with the USS Discovery.
Ian Blackthorne: We'll be
transferring the majority of our Science dept. off and taking on additional
Marines for the trip through hostile Machen Bren territory to escort the Xindi
refugees to our space.
Ian Blackthorne: Additional doctors
and engineers will be coming aboard as well.
Ian Blackthorne: We are on a
constant state of yellow alert.
Ian Blackthorne: Questions?
Ian Blackthorne: I take that as a
no.
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
LtCdrHDucaine: ::with bag over his shoulder, heads
to the bridge::
Ian Blackthorne: ::in his ready
room, studying what data the Xindi were able to send as we speed to the
Discovery's location::
WillFMarlowe: ::in sickbay, going over inventories and
transmitting lists of needed supplies ahead to the Discovery med department::
LtCdrHDucaine: Keaton 'Keys' Ducaine> Dad, where
we going?
MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at Tactical::
LtCdrHDucaine: We've got to go get our quarters
assignment. Then, I have to work.
CmdrShelev: ::on bridge, fiddling with consoles
and doing general Bridge Stuff::
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> And what do I do?
LtCdrHDucaine: Study. ::stares intently:: You have
your admissions tests for Starfleet Academy coming up.
Lt TKirr: ::in the Fighter Bay, finishing up her
thorough inspection::
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> Dad, it's like six months
away. ::adjusts his own bag:: Besides, I'm breezing through the pre-tests and
the study manuals.
Ian Blackthorne: ::puts the PADD
down and strides out onto the bridge::
Ian Blackthorne: I have the bridge.
Status.
Kiley Airell: ::on the bridge::
LtCdrHDucaine: Well, then, you're studying should be
a ... breeze. ::smiles as he enters the turbolift:: Deck One, Bridge.
CmdrShelev: Yellow alert, as usual, no contacts
thus far.
Ian Blackthorne: ETA to Discovery?
CmdrShelev: 34 hours.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::walking Noah to daycare::
7:45 PM
WillFMarlowe: ::leaves his office and moves to the lab area,
where sickbay techs are converting them from experimental to surgical and
recovery suites::
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> Dad, why did we take a
shuttle from Discovery if they are going to be meeting up with the Atlantis
anyway?
LtCdrHDucaine: Well, Major Drake needed to get to
where he was going. So, we just saved him some time.
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> Marines. Always rushing.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::laughs, messing up his son's hair::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Sits in his office, going over the planned
accomodations for their extra personnel. It'll be at least 2 men to every room,
his included. And when the marines arrive, it will likely fall to him to get
them settled::
Ian Blackthorne: I'd like to speed
this up a bit. Have Captain Santiago divert to these coordinates. ::punches
them up on the arm of the CO's chair::
CmdrShelev: Aye.
CmdrShelev: Ensign, transmit these coords to
Discovery.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::steps out onto the bridge and puts
a finger up:: Wait here, all right Keaton?
WillFMarlowe: ::checks on some of the arrangements, then
contacts the triage center for a status report::
Lt Dakota Ellis: :;watches as Miss Molly takes
Noah over to play with the other children::
CmdrShelev: ::Looks up at the new arrival and
stands::
Ian Blackthorne: ::walks to the
center of the bridge, then turns as Ducaine enters::
Ian Blackthorne: You must be Lt.
Commander Ducaine.
Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::looks over to Ducaine
from Sci::
MajorAZinthys: ::Briefly looks at Ducaine, then
goes back to monitoring long-range sensors::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nods:: Admiral Blackthorne.
Kiley Airell: ::looks over to Ducaine::
Ian Blackthorne: Welcome aboard,
Commander.
CmdrShelev: ::nods at Ducaine:: Commander
LtCdrHDucaine: ::smiles:: Thank you, sir. I'm
suppose to report to operations for my quarter assignments. ::turns and looks
at his son briefly to make sure he's still waiting::
7:50 PM
Ian Blackthorne: ::gestures him
over:: I have a lot of work for you.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nods to the Andorian:: Sir.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::motions for Keaton to step onto the
bridge:: Pillar.
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> ::Steps out and stands next
to the pillar::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves over to the Admiral::
Ian Blackthorne: :::offers a
handshake::
Lt TKirr: ::rests a hand above her head on the
starbord trailing wing edge of Ellis's Mustang, scanner in the other::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::takes his hand, shaking it::
Kiley Airell: ::smiles:: Nice to meet
you Commander Ducaine.
Ian Blackthorne: First thing's
first. Operations has your quarters assigned, but I need engineering in
complete readiness to take this ship to maximum warp for an extended period of
time.
Ian Blackthorne: Sovereigns are the
fastest in the fleet, and I expect it. Warp 9.95 at least, 9.99 for as long as
we can stand it.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::slips out of daycare and
heads for the lab::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nods:: 48 hours long enough?
Ian Blackthorne: We're rated for 36.
48 is ideal.
LtCdrHDucaine: Well, if 48 is ideal, I'll give you
60.
WillFMarlowe: ::starts back toward his office, ticking off a
checklist on his PADD, and pauses:: Hm. I wonder how I forgot that one.
+Ducaine+ Mr. Ducaine, this is Dr. Marlowe.
Ian Blackthorne: That's the attitude
I like.
LtCdrHDucaine: +Marlowe+ Standby, Doctor.
7:55 PM
Ian Blackthorne: Dismissed.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nods:: Thank you, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: Commander Shelev.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nods to them both and retreats back
to the turbolift, taking a PADD with his quarters assignment as he goes::
CmdrShelev: Sir.
Lt Dakota Ellis: :;walks into the lab:: Computer
play Ellie music program delta 4
Ian Blackthorne: Sound the alert to
have the Sharks report for flight-readiness. I want to see how long it takes.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::starts working on the
upgrades to the UT while listening to "Sweet Home Alabama" really
loudly::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves back into the turbolift,
pulling Keaton with him::
CmdrShelev: Computer, start a general timer on my
mark.
Ian Blackthorne: ::glances to
Kiley::
LtCdrHDucaine: Deck Eight, Senior Officer Quarters.
Kiley Airell: ::grins::time for some
fun
CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Sharks, flight
preparation. Lead, report when ready.
CmdrShelev: Computer, mark.
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> Is this another one of those
times where I spend the entire mission in our quarters reading bad novels and
listening to crappy music?
Lt TKirr: ::looks up::
Ian Blackthorne: ::heads to the TL::
Assault Bay.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::hears the call when the
compuer pauses the music:: Damn
Lt TKirr: ::drops her scanner on a nearby
console on her way to her flight suit::
Ian Blackthorne: You have the bridge,
commander.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::heads for the shuttle bay::
CmdrShelev: Aye, sir.
Kiley Airell: ::follows the Admiral::
Lt TKirr: ::quickly suits up and trots to her
her craft::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::assault bay whateverbay::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::steps out onto the deck, takes two
lefts and a right:: Here we go. ::hands Keaton his bags:: I'll be back later.
LtCdrHDucaine: Keys> ::nods:: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ian Blackthorne: Computer, emergency
TL speed, authorization Blackthorne gamma tango delta three four niner.
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Ian Blackthorne: Hang on, Counselor.
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8:00 PM
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::walks into the bay and heads
for the lockers to suit up::
Kiley Airell: ::takes hold of the bar::
you like it fast
Lt TKirr: ::swings up toward the cockpit, but
remains standing, waiting for the others::
Ian Blackthorne: We can cheat a
little.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::smiles:: I'll be back soon.
::squeezes his shoulders and then heads back down the hallway::
Ian Blackthorne: ::the TL arrives::
Ian Blackthorne: ::jogs out toward
the assault bay::
Kiley Airell: ::laughs and follows the
Admiral out of the TL::
WillFMarlowe: +Ducaine+ ::clears his throat::
Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the bay
and hits the locker room::
Ian Blackthorne: ::suits up, grabs
his helmet, and dashes to his Mustang::
MajorAZinthys: +McKnight+ Zinthys to McKnight.
LtCdrHDucaine: +Marlowe+ Yes, Doctor, what can I do
for you?
Kiley Airell: ::heads to the locker
room to change quickly::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::heads towards her craft with
her helemt under her arm::
Ian Blackthorne: ::puts on his
helmet and climbs into his Mustang::
Kiley Airell: ::grabs helmet and heads
to her Mustang::
Ian Blackthorne: ::starts his
preflight checklist::
CmdrShelev: Tactical, can you run a test on the
new damage report console? It doesn't seem to have been given a workout lately.
Lt TKirr: ::stands with one leg in the cockpit,
watching the others::
WillFMarlowe: +Ducaine+ Welcome aboard. I'd like to check you
over before you go on duty, and there just happens to be an appointment open
now. It won't take long.
Ian Blackthorne: ::flipping switches
in the memorized prescribed order to bring the craft to life::
Lt TKirr: ::finally sits down and starts up::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Shark One,
requesting commcheck.
Kiley Airell: ::jumps into her Mustang
and starts preflight checks::
MajorAZinthys: <<...damage report
console...?>>
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::climbs in and straps in::
CmdrShelev: << I'm winging it and trying to
make the bridge seem busy; sue me >>
MajorAZinthys: Aye, Commander.
MajorAZinthys: <<oh. Okay.>>
Lt Dakota Ellis: (Got anything wroth sueing
for?)
LtCdrHDucaine: +Marlowe+ Copy that, on my way.
::Steps into the turbolift:: Deck Fifteen, Sickbay.
Lt Dakota Ellis: +Sharks+ Checks out here
CmdrShelev: << negative >>
MajDougMcKnight: (Uh...sorry folks. I need to go take care of
something. I'll be back as soon as I can.)
MajorAZinthys: ::Shifts over a half step to get a
better angle on it::
Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ All clear here
Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ Sehlat here, Shark One.
8:05 PM
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Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Report
when ready to launch.
Ian Blackthorne: ::finishes
preflight and has the craft fully powered up::
CmdrShelev: Conn, updated ETA on discovery?
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::finishes off preflight::
+Sharks+ Ready to rumble
LtCdrHDucaine: ::strides out of the turbolift and
into sickbay, looking about casually::
Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ Ready here. ::feels the hum
of the engines::
CmdrShelev: Conn> 9 hours at present speed,
Commander.
CmdrShelev: Hell, why didn't we take this route
before?
MajorAZinthys: ::notes that there is currently no
damage control needed::
WillFMarlowe: Over here, Mr. Ducaine. Biobed 1.
Ian Blackthorne: ::waiting::
Lt TKirr: <<I'm lead?>>
Ian Blackthorne: <<No, me -
waiting on Kiley to give a go for launch>>
LtCdrHDucaine: ::walks over, smiling:: Ah, the
coming aboard physical. One of my favorite parts of changing posts. ::hops up
onto the bed::
Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ Ready
Lt TKirr: <<I thought she did>>
Ian Blackthorne: +Bridge+ Shark One
to bridge, reporting launch readiness.
Lt TKirr: <<Oh nm that was comm>>
Kiley Airell: ((sorry! thought I had
hit enter))
CmdrShelev: Computer, mark
CmdrShelev: +Shark One+ Six minutes, 43 seconds
and change, Admiral.
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Too slow.
Blackthorne out.
Ian Blackthorne: ((That was to
bridge.))
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Stand down
launch.
Ian Blackthorne: ::begins to power
his craft down::
Lt TKirr: ::shuts down::
Kiley Airell: ::sighs and powers down::
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scurrdi: ((hi, so sorry about all that))
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::powers down::
WillFMarlowe: ::walks over with a medcorder:: Your favorite?
To each his own, I suppose. ::scans the new engineer:: I have your file from
the Discovery. Would you mind looking it over and telling me if anything is
missing or out of date?
8:10 PM
Ian Blackthorne: ((Welcome!))
Lt Dakota Ellis: (brb)
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Heya Dan!}}
Ian Blackthorne: ::climbs down out
of the canopy, removing his helmet::
LtCdrHDucaine: There's nothing wrong with it.
Healthy as an ox.
Kiley Airell: ::climbs out, takes
helmet off:: Couldn't we have gone for a little spin Admiral?
scurrdi: :: is in engineering, working more to make the warp core go faster
then its supposed to ::
Lt TKirr: ::lands below her vessel, helm in
hand::
Ian Blackthorne: I mainly wanted to
see how rusty we had gotten.
Ian Blackthorne: And the answer is
pretty rusty.
CmdrShelev: +Engineering+ Engineering, can you
turn nine hours into eight?
WillFMarlowe: Right. Thank you, you're free to go. ::claps
the medcorder shut:: Again, welcome aboard.
Kiley Airell: ::grins:: you should have
also checked how rusty our flying had gotten too.
Lt TKirr: What do you suggest, Admiral?
Ian Blackthorne: ::looks to T'Kirr::
The fighters do seem quite ready, Lieutenant. Well done.
Lt TKirr: ::nods once::
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MajorAZinthys: <<grr... dumb
computer>>
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> +Shelev+ Uh, we can try.
Kind of hard without a Chief Engineer.
Ian Blackthorne: When that call goes
out, we need to get here faster than all get out.
scurrdi: ::looks over to Jeddin as he gets up:: Any idea who's it supposed
to be?
Ian Blackthorne: And make sure you
have your preflight procedures perfectly memorized. They should be auto-mat-ic.
LtCdrHDucaine: Thank you, Doctor. ::Stands and hands
out::
Ian Blackthorne: ::emphasizes each
syllable::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> No, no clue.
scurrdi: ::nods:: Well, why don't we try boosting the ionic power flux?
That'll at least give us the boost they want.
Ian Blackthorne: As for your flying,
you'll have to keep it to the holodeck for now.
8:15 PM
Ian Blackthorne: But I expect our
usual level of quality when the time comes.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Yeah, and blow the entire
warp coolant system if the manifold isn't calibrated. But, let me guess, you
knew that...?
Ian Blackthorne: So keep your
practice hours up.
Kiley Airell: wow, I would have thought
you'd expect a higher level of quality
LtCdrHDucaine: ::steps into the turbolift:: Deck
Sixteen, Engineering.
Ian Blackthorne: I already expect
the best.
CmdrShelev: Comm, send a message to the
Discovery. Tell them to stop acting like a science vessel and cease conserving
fuel.
MajorAZinthys: Commander, the new console seems to
be working just fine.
scurrdi: ::smiles:: I thought about it, but I figure I'll work on the calibration,
you can do the easy part and increase the flux.
MajorAZinthys: ::Shifts back over to the main
Tactical station::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Then stop talking.
::stares::
CmdrShelev: Thank you, Major. Hopefully the fuses
work.
scurrdi: ::nods:: Aye aye sir. ::grabs a new kit and heads over towards the
coolant room::
Ian Blackthorne: You can change into
your flightsuit quicker by keeping your regular uniform on under it. ::smiles
and unzips his a bit, showing the collar of his regular uniform beneath it::
Ian Blackthorne: Dismissed.
Ian Blackthorne: ::walks back toward
the locker room::
scurrdi: ::settles down and starts working, humming as he goes::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::sees a crewmen working on a power
conduit:: Hello crewmen, how are you faring?
Lt Dakota Ellis: (back)
Kiley Airell: ::heads back to the
locker room::
Kiley Airell: ((wb))
Lt TKirr: ::follows toward the lockers and
climbs out of her flight suit and puts it away::
LtCdrHDucaine: Crewmen> Well, Commander. Are you
the new Chief Engineer?
LtCdrHDucaine: That I am.
LtCdrHDucaine: Crewmen> Good, because that Drake
had some screws loose. Good engineer, weird guy everywhere else.
Ian Blackthorne: ::pulls off his
flightsuit, stows that and his helmet::
MajorAZinthys: ::Starts checking up on the marines
that are going to be transferred::
8:20 PM
scurrdi: ::tinkers some more:: Jeddin, how much increase you figure we'll
need to add?
CmdrShelev: Conn> Message from Discovery, sir.
They said they're already pulling warp 9.6 and they aren't rated for much
higher than that.
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::heads for the locker room to
change::
MajorAZinthys: ::Notes that McKnight already
assigned them quarters::
Kiley Airell: ::changes quickly and
heads out of the locker room towards the TL::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> About four hundred
kilojules to the main coolant system.
Ian Blackthorne: ::heads toward the
TL::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::heads back towards the lab::
Ian Blackthorne: ::enters TL::
Bridge.
scurrdi: ::coughs:: Well I just hop its not anything higher then that. This
'ere baby can't handle too much more, at least not right now. ::continues
tinkering::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> It could handle six
hundred if I wanted it to. ::shoots another glare in Dan's direction:: You've
been on this ship for what, a day or two and you're already telling ME what it
can and cannot take?
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Ian Blackthorne: ::Arrives on the
bridge::
Kiley Airell: So, what time are you
looking for Admiral?
CmdrShelev: Admiral on the bridge.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Fast
forward eight hours.
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Uh...OK...}}
MajorAZinthys: ::pees within those eight hours::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Arrives on the
bridge after having slept for six hours::
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Lt TKirr: <<What the...>>
LtCdrHDucaine: ::finally makes it into Engineering
after having done a bunch of other jobs that didn't require him in
Engineering::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::notes it's 8 hours later...
blinks:: Wow that shift went quick
scurrdi: ::chuckles to himself quietly:: I'm telling you what I believe it
can handle, based on what I see in front of me. Sure it could handle 6 hundred,
but not for very long.
Kiley Airell: ::heads back to the
Bridge::
Ian Blackthorne: I have the bridge.
8:25 PM
scurrdi: ::spent 8 hours working in engineering and/or messing with Jeddin
within limits::
Ian Blackthorne: Have we reached the
rendezvous coordinates?
CmdrShelev: << Discovery needs eight hours
to get to rendezvous. >>
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Are you still talking
about the correction to the warp coolant system? It's been eight hours, get
over it. ::rolls his eyes::
CmdrShelev: Aye, and somehow they beat us here.
Ian Blackthorne: ::smirks::
WillFMarlowe: ::walks back into sickbay::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::walks into Engineering and strides
into his office:: Whoever is Lt. Major Michael Jeddin, I need to speak with
him.
Ian Blackthorne: All stop, bring us
alongside.
Kiley Airell: ::enters the bridge and
moves over to her usual chair::
Lt TKirr: ::in her quarters, noticing the time,
and steps out toward the Bridge::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::looks up:: Great,
another Navy man. Drake, I curse.
scurrdi: ::is knelt under another console:: I know that voice...
Ian Blackthorne: Zinthys, hail them.
MajorAZinthys: ::does it::
Lt TKirr: ::takes TL to Bridge and steps out,
relieving the ensign at Sci::
Ian Blackthorne: Santiago>
::appears on the screen:: Admiral, we beat you.
Ian Blackthorne: ::smirks:: Only
because I changed the rendezvous to be closer to you.
WillFMarlowe: ::checks on final preparations for new med
staff and supplies::
Ian Blackthorne: Santiago> USS
Discovery at your service, sir. Good to see Atlantis again.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Yes, sir?
Ian Blackthorne: Likewise with the
Discovery. We'll commence crew transfer immediately.
Lt TKirr: ::looks over the roster of her people
that will be transferring::
scurrdi: ::gets up from his console, having finished whatever he was
working on:: It can't be...
LtCdrHDucaine: I am under the impression that we'll
be receiving new engineers for this upcoming mission. Since you're second in
command, it will be your responsibility to get them trained on anything they
need.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> They will be trained
officers, sir.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::smiles warmly:: Then it's all the
easier for you, isn't it?
Ian Blackthorne: Santiago> Aye
Admiral. May I suggest a small amount of time for crew intermingling?
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Yes, will you be amending
the crew duty roster?
LtCdrHDucaine: Of course.
Ian Blackthorne: ::nods:: We have
little time, but we can spend a day here. It'll like take that to get everyone
squared away.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::nods:: Welcome aboard,
by the way Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: See you for a drink
later, Captain. Atlantis out.
8:30 PM
Lt TKirr: <<Lol, all that rushing just to
have a couple drinks>>
Ian Blackthorne: Commander, we'll be
here for a day. Inform the crew that they're free to visit the Discovery at
will.
Ian Blackthorne: ((Gotta have
priorities))
scurrdi: ::wanders over towards the office but changes his mind and goes to
see if someone need any help:: If its really him and I'll deal with it later.
CmdrShelev: << I think we lost a commercial
break somewhere >>
LtCdrHDucaine: ::smiles again:: Thank you. Nothing
like diving right in. Can we have Maximum sustainable warp for 60 hours?
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::blinks:: Uh, that's
sudden sir.
LtCdrHDucaine: We're set up for it, Major, which
means that your answer should've been yes. What do we need to fix to get it
that way.
Ian Blackthorne: I doubt they'll get
any R&R for a while after this anyway.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Uh, the warp coolant has
to be increased to maximum. It's up at 400 right now.
LtCdrHDucaine: I want it at seven hundred.
scurrdi: ::can't stop but try to overhear what he can from the warp core
area he's fiddling with, trying to reset the levels:: That has got to be him.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Uh, OK. And the warp
manifold needs to be recalibrated to sustain the strain on the nacelles.
LtCdrHDucaine: Do it.
Ian Blackthorne: +Engineering+
Blackthorne to engineering.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Aye, Commander.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::nodding to Jeddin:: +Blackthorne+
Go ahead, Admiral.
Ian Blackthorne: +Ducaine+
Commander, you have twenty-four hours until we launch off at maximum warp. Be
ready.
scurrdi: ::shudders:: HE is my Chief... oh lord save us.
8:35 PM
LtCdrHDucaine: +Blackthorne+ I'll have it in twelve,
sir.
Lt TKirr: +SciDept+ T'Kirr to all Science
personnel. Everyone transferring to the USS Discovery report to Transporter Room Two by nineteen-hundred hours.
Ian Blackthorne: +Ducaine+ Then you
have twelve additional hours to raise performance even further.
LtCdrHDucaine: +Blackthorne+ Aye, sir.
Lt TKirr: +SciDept+ ::pauses:: Thank you for
your dedicated service to the USS Atlantis. May you prosper in your next assignment.
CmdrShelev: +Transporters+ All transporter rooms,
please coordinate with Discovery for crew transfer, out.
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
scurrdi: ::grumbles some more under his breathe, wondering when pretty boy
is gonna come out of his office::
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
scurrdi: ::pausesdeed::
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
Kiley Airell: ::paused::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::paused::
Lt Dakota Ellis: paused
LtCdrHDucaine: ::looks at Dan:: Pretty boy?
scurrdi: thats right.
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
scurrdi: ::smiles::
MajorAZinthys: ::pauses::
CmdrShelev: << Let's see if I do it right
this week >>
CmdrShelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET::
scurrdi: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::@@::
Lt Dakota Ellis: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
CmdrShelev: << Drops whistle and steps.
away. slowly. >>
Ian Blackthorne: Thank you,
Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: Excellent job
folks. This sim is improving greatly.
Ian Blackthorne: Nine is the most
we've had in months. Perhaps this year.
LtCdrHDucaine: It was actually 10.
LtCdrHDucaine: McKnight was here briefly.
LtCdrHDucaine:
Ian Blackthorne: True.
MajorAZinthys: But scurrdi was late
scurrdi: Sorry for being late too, stupid classes
LtCdrHDucaine: Damn that education.
MajorAZinthys: Bah. Skip them.
Ian Blackthorne: Now, I'd love to
see some logs.
8:40 PM
LtCdrHDucaine: ::clears throat::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::motions to the inbox::
Ian Blackthorne: Last month we had
another empty month with nothing to submit to the Muse.
Lt TKirr: ::bonks Ducaine::
MajorAZinthys: ::Wonders why a starship needs
wood::
Ian Blackthorne: This month, Ducaine
has written.
Ian Blackthorne: And T'Kirr.
Lt TKirr: I just got that, Z lol
Lt Dakota Ellis has left this chat.
MajorAZinthys: ::grinz::
Ian Blackthorne: I hope to never see
another month without something for the Muse.
scurrdi: ::still doesnt get it::
Ian Blackthorne: Great job, folks.
Ian Blackthorne: Commander?
CmdrShelev: Dismissed!
Lt TKirr: ::saunters away::
MajorAZinthys has left this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: See you next week!