AIM Chat with CmdrShelev, Lt TKirr, MajorAZinthys.

7:30 PM

Kiley Airell has joined this chat.

Kiley Airell: hi all

Lt TKirr: Hi, Kiley

Kiley Airell: How's everyone?

Lt TKirr: I'm well, thanks.

Kiley Airell: good

7:35 PM

CmdrShelev: How'd we go from seven to four in one week?

CmdrShelev: Something explode somewhere I don't know about

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WillFMarlowe: Hey, everyone.

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Lt TKirr: Our main engineer notified that he wouldn't be here.

Ian Blackthorne: I sacrificed half the crew for good luck.

CmdrShelev: mcknight is here. he's big enough for two people

Lt TKirr: Lol...

MajorAZinthys: Well, that's not gonna work.

Ian Blackthorne: Okay, looks like we're ready to get started. Commander?

MajorAZinthys: Whoever you sacrificed them to will not like the idea that you sacrificed the expendable part of your crew...

7:40 PM

CmdrShelev: ::TwwwwweEEEEEEEEeeeeeeet::

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

WillFMarlowe: ::AA::

MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::

MajorAZinthys: ::Comes to attention::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

Ian Blackthorne: Our rendezvous with the Discovery is complete. Most of the science department has been transferred off to make room for more marines, engineers, and a few extra doctors.

Ian Blackthorne: We are about to get underway for the Xindi caravan at maximum warp.

Ian Blackthorne: Questions?

Lt TKirr: Nope.

CmdrShelev: how many days out?

CmdrShelev: given that we met discovery ahead of sched

Ian Blackthorne: The ambiguous "several."

CmdrShelev: that works

Lt TKirr: Better not hear the admiral asking an ETA then...

Ian Blackthorne:

Ian Blackthorne: Okay...

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

MajorAZinthys: ::Standing at Tactical::

Lt TKirr: ::standing at Science::

CmdrShelev: ::Consulting chart of planned route on the main viewer::

WillFMarlowe: ::in his office in sickbay::

Ian Blackthorne: ::examining the route::

Lt TKirr: ::watching the viewscreen::

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

7:45 PM

CmdrShelev: That's a lot of clouds of "unknown" up there.

Ian Blackthorne: It'll sure as hell be known soon enough.

CmdrShelev: Science, we have a good sweep schedule set up?

CmdrShelev: I get the feeling we won't want to be back here once we go through twice.

Lt TKirr: I'm finishing up the configuration now.

MajorAZinthys: ::Systematically runs the phasers through diagnostics:::

CmdrShelev: Well, we should be fast enough that the locals won't see much of us on the way through.

Kiley Airell: (grrr . . . brb)

Ian Blackthorne: Let's light this candle.

Lt TKirr: ::console double-beeps:: It's ready.

Ian Blackthorne: Mr. Zinthys. Take us to warp 9.95 along that route. Wish Captain Santiago godspeed.

MajorAZinthys: ::Sends out a brief message to the Discovery::

MajorAZinthys: ::Lays in the course and sets the speed:: On your mark, captain.

Ian Blackthorne: ::nods:: Execute.

7:50 PM

MajorAZinthys: ::Hits the button::

MajorAZinthys: ::Hurries his diagnostics along::

Ian Blackthorne: ::listens to the engines quickly increase in speed::

WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::walks into sickbay, looking for the CMO's office; finds it, and heads over::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis reaches warp 9.95 and seems to maintain it comfortably.

MajorAZinthys: Wapr 9.95, sir.

CmdrShelev: Imagine that, a CE who gets his ship to speed on time.

WillFMarlowe: ::looks up as the door chime chirps:: Enter.

Ian Blackthorne: Let's see what he does when I call for 9.99.

Ian Blackthorne: But this is a remarkable machine.

CmdrShelev: Aye, sir. It sure is.

WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::walks into the office:: Nurse Samantha Northe reporting for duty, doctor.

Ian Blackthorne: A Galaxy-class would be rattling apart at this speed.

MajorAZinthys: ::Convinces the diagnostics to finish::

Kiley Airell: (bak)

CmdrShelev: Galaxies are only thirty years old.

Lt TKirr: <<WB>>

WillFMarlowe: Oh, hello. ::stands and offers his hand:: You must be our new head nurse.

CmdrShelev: And they have cheap carpet.

Ian Blackthorne: And Sovereigns only thirteen.

Kiley Airell: ::listens to the conversation quietly::

CmdrShelev: I have to admit, the decor of this particular vessel is much more agreeable than, well, anything.

7:55 PM

CmdrShelev: Or maybe that's just because I'm half blind.

WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::shakes the doctor's hand:: Got here from the Discovery a few hours ago. I'm ready to start, whenever you can fit me into the schedule.

Ian Blackthorne: Likely.

Lt TKirr: ::perks a brow at Shelev's remark, wondering if it's really true::

CmdrShelev: ::Pulls glasses off nose, rubs the lenses clean::

Lt TKirr: <<Nevermind. >>

Kiley Airell: ::chuckles::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Presses the button to his quarters, and as the door slides open, gestures a man in combat uniform, carrying a rifle and a duffel bag over his shoulder past::

WillFMarlowe: Soon, don't worry. Welcome aboard. There was supposed to be another--an Ensign Kellys.

MajDougMcKnight: Looks like we're room mates, Captain...

CmdrShelev: <<Ain't no cure for Aenar blindness except bifocals>>

MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks at his PADD:: Quinn. Sorry I haven't had time to give the place a proper refit. The best I can offer you for now is the couch.

WillFMarlowe: Northe> I haven't seen her since we beamed aboard. She said something about finding her quarters.

Lt TKirr: <<You're part Aenar? O.o>>

CmdrShelev: <<1/8th, mother's side>>

Lt TKirr: <<Guess that'd be enough>>

CmdrShelev: <<Just enough to make Retinax not work>>

Ian Blackthorne: ::sits down in his chair, looking somewhat smug::

Lt TKirr: ::feels the ship humming around them::

WillFMarlowe: She'll be here soon, no doubt. Here's your schedule for the next week. ::hands the new nurse a PADD:: If you like, Nurse Roland can give you a tour now. You'll find her in Lab 3.

CmdrShelev: ::Sits down in XO's chair::

CmdrShelev: Now entering the several hours of boredom part of our plan..

Ian Blackthorne: ::pages a yeoman with a cup of tea::

WillFMarlowe: Northe> Right. See you around, sir.

8:00 PM

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Ian Blackthorne: ::the yeoman arrives with his tea::

Ian Blackthorne: ::sips at it and places it on his chair arm::

WillFMarlowe: ::sits back and turns back to readiness reports and inventories after Northe leaves::

MajDougMcKnight: Quinn> Couch'll be fine, sir. Don't imagine this mission will be much for sitting around anyway.

Lt TKirr: ::pulls up the Xindi files from the database for a bit of light reading::

Kiley Airell: ("light"?)

Lt TKirr: <<^_~>>

CmdrShelev: <<Welcome to vulcaning>>

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> A day passes, it's now 0800 the next day.

Lt TKirr: ::arrives at her post exactly on time::

Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the bridge::

CmdrShelev: ::Shows up three minutes early, relieves graveyard shift::

CmdrShelev: Admiral on the bridge.

Kiley Airell: ::walks out onto the bridge, still a little tired::

Ian Blackthorne: Report, Commander.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::walks off the bridge for a bit of shut-eye::

CmdrShelev: Still running steady at 9.95, no incidents reported from graveyard.

Ian Blackthorne: Excellent.

MajorAZinthys: ::has been on the bridge since 0500 after taking a three-hour nap::

Ian Blackthorne: Course projection on screen.

CmdrShelev: Ensign, course projection.

Ian Blackthorne: ::looks at the screen::

WillFMarlowe: ::walks into sickbay at the same time as much of the rest of Alpha watch::

Ian Blackthorne: ::sees the ship's blip closing fast on the edge of the unknown space::

CmdrShelev: Good timing, we'll be on shift to see something new and exciting.

8:05 PM

Lt TKirr: <<Drama.>>

MajDougMcKnight: ::Walks into security C&C, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He's now clad in the black Star Fleet battle dress uniform himself, as are all the marines. Don't wanna be caught in their pajamas in the middle of hostile space::

CmdrShelev: And we won't have to stop for three days to examine it carefully. ::sighs happily::

Kiley Airell: That's always fun

Ian Blackthorne: Leftover bitterness from the USS whateveritwaS?

WillFMarlowe: ::straightens his tunic and takes a PADD from the departing doctor::

CmdrShelev: Five years on that bucket and I still can't pronounce the name.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Walks into his office, and orders his usual mug of raktajino as an ensign knocks on his open door, carrying the last duty shift report:: Come in.

CmdrShelev: Are you sure that "french" dialect belonged to the same race as you?

Ian Blackthorne: I make no claims to it.

MajDougMcKnight: Ensign O'Grady> ::Offers the PADD:: Sleep well, sir?

Ian Blackthorne: The only time the bloody French ever won a war was the French Revolution, and half of them still lost.

WillFMarlowe: ::notes that Nurse Kellys checked in at midnight last night::

WillFMarlowe: <<Technically, they didn't win the Revolution. The guy who ended up emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte was an Italian.>>

MajDougMcKnight: ::Doesn't look up at the ensign to answer, instead casually thumbing through the PADD as he takes that first morning sip:: Oh, like a log. Been studying up on what we know about these Machen Bren, with an emphasis on what might

Ian Blackthorne: ((Yeah, really. Sicilian, actually.))

WillFMarlowe: <<And we know what happened to him.>>

MajDougMcKnight: be relevant to security in particular. That's what I call light reading.

Ian Blackthorne: We are now in what we believe to be Machen Bren space.

Ian Blackthorne: Yellow alert.

Ian Blackthorne: ::gestures to the map::

CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Yellow alert, duty stations.

Lt TKirr: ::steps up the detail level of her scans::

8:10 PM

CmdrShelev: ::Glances at T'Kirr:: Contacts?

Lt TKirr: None so far.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Two blips on LR sensors appear and are closing quickly.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks up at the yellow alert lighting, and nods to O'Reilly as he sets the PADD down:: Thank you, ensign. You're dismissed.

Lt TKirr: Two ships, closing fast.

CmdrShelev: ::shoots upright::

Lt TKirr: ::console beepbeeps::

CmdrShelev: On screen, magnify.

Lt TKirr: ::directs visuals::

MajorAZinthys: Suggest we go to red alert.

Ian Blackthorne: Red alert, shields up.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Walks back out into C&C:: Report!

Ian Blackthorne: That's one of their cruisers and a light carrier.

MajorAZinthys: ::Raises shields:: <<duh>>

CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Red alert, battle stations, shields up!

Ian Blackthorne: From the Xindi notes.

Kiley Airell: This should be interesting

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Incoming hail.

MajorAZinthys: We're being hailed, sir.

Ian Blackthorne: On screen.

MajorAZinthys: ::puts it one the main viewscreen::

MajDougMcKnight: Technician> ::Gestures to the status screen, tied in with sensors and normal COMM functions:: Positive sighting, two bogeys.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> A dark skinned humanoid with bright red markings trailing from his hairline and down his neck appears on the screen.

Ian Blackthorne: Machen-Bren> You are in violation of the space belonging to the Machen Bren Star Kingdom. Surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded. Resistance is useless!

CmdrShelev: ::mumble "heard that before"::

Lt TKirr: ::glances at the man onscreen, but focuses her attention on the ships' sensor readings::

MajorAZinthys: ::resists laughing::

8:15 PM

Ian Blackthorne: ::Stands:: This is Vice Admiral Ian Blackthorne of the Federation Starship Atlantis. We are on a peaceful rescue mission and ask to pass through unimpeded.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Notes the marines who were not on duty a moment ago begin pouring in:: Alright, people, let's get to stations! I trust our rapid response team is suited up?

Ian Blackthorne: Machen Bren> By the authority of our King, your life is forfeit for resisting. ::Cuts the comm::

MajorAZinthys: That went well.

Ian Blackthorne: Truly.

CmdrShelev: Been a while since I'm irritated a King.

CmdrShelev: <<*I've>>

Kiley Airell: They're nice

Ian Blackthorne: ::looks to T'Kirr:: Lieutenant, scramble the Sharks.

MajorAZinthys: I'm assuming we're going to let them shoot first?

Lt TKirr: Scramble, sir?

Ian Blackthorne: Get them ready to launch.

Ian Blackthorne: Hell no, Major.

Lt TKirr: ::nods:: Aye, sir.

Ian Blackthorne: Dead men tell no tales.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::darts in behind T'Kirr as she trots to the lift::

MajorAZinthys: Shoot first, shoot second, ask questions later. Understood.

Kiley Airell: ::heads to the TL with TKirr::

CmdrShelev: Logan, what can you tell us about those ships?

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, you have the bridge. Your primary target is the cruiser while the fighters will focus on the carrier.

CmdrShelev: Aye, admiral.

MajDougMcKnight: ::The OTHER turbolift opens, and 2 marines step off, clad in light armor vests and carrying their sidearms::

Ian Blackthorne: When the cruiser is down, bring the big guns to bear on the carrier.

Ian Blackthorne: ::Enters the TL:: Assault bay.

Kiley Airell: ::wonders if the admiral is going to "cheat" again::

CmdrShelev: Been a while since I've shot anything. But I guess that's what the Major is for.

Lt TKirr: The warship is heavily armed. We might be able to take it, but the carrier might make it difficult.

Lt TKirr: <<Sorry, that's Logan>>

MajDougMcKnight: Marines>:: Take their positions, out of the way of bridge operations, and in good firing positions should an enemy part manage to beam aboard::

WillFMarlowe: ::sighs as his staff prepares for casualties::

Ian Blackthorne: ::arrives at the assault bay, enters and suits up::

CmdrShelev: You heard the Admiral, let the fighters deal with the carrier first. Zinthys, draw a firing solution on the cruiser. See if you can knock out anything that looks like an engine first. Hold fire until the Sharks are out.

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CmdrShelev: <<PERFECT TIMING>>

Kiley Airell: ::suits up and heads to her ship::

Ian Blackthorne: ((You killed him))

8:20 PM

Ian Blackthorne: ::climbs into his Mustang and begins pre-flight::

CmdrShelev: <<It's been a while since I've been in a shooting war>>

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Shark One requesting commcheck.

Ian Blackthorne: ((Must be the bad eyesight.))

Ian Blackthorne: ::powering up the fighter::

Lt TKirr: ::ends up in fighter:: +Sharks+ Sehlat here and firing up.

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CmdrShelev: <<wb... what did you see last?>>

MajorAZinthys: <<my last line>>

Kiley Airell: +shark one+ fired up

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Go/no-go for launch?

Ian Blackthorne: ::finishes pre-flight::

Kiley Airell: +shark one+ go for launch

MajorAZinthys: ::locks on to the cruiser::

WillFMarlowe: <<Sorry guys, I need to go. See you next week!>>

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Lt TKirr: ::flips last switch:: +Sharks+ Go for launch.

Lt TKirr: <<Sorry, text issue>>

Ian Blackthorne: +Bridge+ Sharks are go for launch as soon as we're out of warp.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Gets a notification that all marines are in place. A 4 men patrol each deck, while 2 more such teams, armed to the teeth, wait in security for emergency deployment vis site to site transporter::

CmdrShelev: +Sharks+ We're dropping out of warp in 15 seconds

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Stand by for launch.

CmdrShelev: Conn, drop to impulse and commence evasive maneuvers on my mark

CmdrShelev: Mark.

MajDougMcKnight: (via)

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Dan Duc Williams: ((blah, i hate history teachers))

Lt TKirr: <<Hey, glad you could make the party.. part of it. >>

CmdrShelev: +Sharks+ You are go for launch.

8:25 PM

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ This is Great White, we are go for launch.

Ian Blackthorne: ::slams the throttle forward and shoots out of the assault bay::

Lt TKirr: ::lifts her Mustang off the deck::

CmdrShelev: Major, open fire on the cruiser.

Dan Duc Williams: ::is assumedly working somewhat hard in engineering::

Lt TKirr: ::flies out::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Twenty small fighters swarm out of the carrier.

MajorAZinthys: ::lets a barrage of phaser fire go at the cruiser::

Kiley Airell: ::lifts the Mustang off and and shoots out of the bay::

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ They're unshielded, so fire at will. Fly straight through their formation to break it, using omni-directional phasers.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> A dozen fighters just left the carrier.

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ The one with the fewest kills buys drinks tonight.

Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ Copy. ::guns the engines::

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Form up on my wing and fly right through them.

Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ ::assumes formation::

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Link shields.

CmdrShelev: We dent that thing, Major?

Lt TKirr: <<Err, ignore that ++>>

MajorAZinthys: ::Fires some torps to follow up::

Ian Blackthorne: ::slams throttle to maximum::

Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ Copy ::forms up on behind the admiral::

Ian Blackthorne: ::calls up his stores list and arms his microtorps::

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Firing range..... now!

Ian Blackthorne: ::fires phasers forward at the oncoming rush of fighters::

Kiley Airell: ::targets and fires phasers::

Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ ::unleashes her volley on the nearest ships::

Ian Blackthorne: One.

Dan Duc Williams: ::sits in the phaser bay room, working as he talks:: Mac, boost the phaser power a bit, give 'em some more to chew on.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The three Mustangs fly right through the oncoming fighter swarm, scattering it.

Ian Blackthorne: ::de-links the shields and Immelman turns::

Lt TKirr: ::comes about::

MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir. It's taken some heavy damage to the port side.

Ian Blackthorne: ::picks off another one as he rolls:: Two.

MajorAZinthys: I know I hit something, but what exactly I can't be sure.

8:30 PM

Kiley Airell: ::rolls right and fires at oncoming fighter::

CmdrShelev: Something is better than nothing. See what you can do with the starboard.

CmdrShelev: Ensign, bring us about for another pass.

Ian Blackthorne: ::Sees one off to his left flying by him and gets it with a rearward shot:: Three.

MajorAZinthys: Perhaps if we can take quickly eliminate the carrier, the fighters will surrender and we can have some prisoners.

Ian Blackthorne: ::gets behind one and sees it brake, causing him to overshoot::

Lt TKirr: ::comes behind an enemy fighter closing on Kiley and shatters its hull::

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Be advised, these fighters seem to have quite good braking systems.

CmdrShelev: Admiral told us not to go after the carrier until the cruiser is out of the fight. I want it floating in space.

MajorAZinthys: On my way, sir.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> We won't have any prisoners at the rate the Sharks are going.

Kiley Airell: +sharks+ ::chuckles:: I noticed

MajorAZinthys: ::Lets loose a hellish barrage at the cruiser::

Dan Duc Williams: ::gets up and taps the console, looking at an exterior monitor:: Wee!, looks like were winnin' out there, I'd say so at least.

CmdrShelev: ::Watches shields on the cruiser fail and its engines sputter to a stop::

Ian Blackthorne: ::rolls right and gets behind another, phasering it out of existence:: Four.

Lt TKirr: ::is chased, and drops a microtorp as a gift::

Kiley Airell: ::rolls left and then dives down hard firing phasers::

CmdrShelev: Good shot. Alright, bring the big guns around on the carrier.

MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir.

Ian Blackthorne: ::catches another on flyby with the omnidirectionals:: Five.

Lt TKirr: ::spots two vessels flying alongside each other and looses a phaser sweep, cutting them both down::

Dan Duc Williams: +Zinthys+ Major, any special requests on any of the weapons or shields?

MajorAZinthys: ::Shoots off a full spread of torps at the carrier::

CmdrShelev: +Blackthorne+ Cruiser's lost its engines, Admiral. We're bringing guns onto the Carrier. Watch our solution

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Five of their fighters form up and speed toward Atlantis.

Lt TKirr: ::shudders as her shields are pelted by enemy fire::

CmdrShelev: Oh, that got their attention.

MajorAZinthys: +Williams+ Shore up the shields facing forward, we'll need 'em here.

Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Five fighters incoming on Atlantis's position.

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Get those five trying for Atlantis.

MajorAZinthys: A hellbore would be nice here...

Ian Blackthorne: ::guns his throttle toward the five::

MajorAZinthys: ::Has some difficulty locking on to the fighters::

CmdrShelev: +Blackthorne+ I see them.

Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ Copy, sir. ::arcs about and speeds ahead::

8:35 PM

Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Finish the cruiser.

Dan Duc Williams: +Zinthys+ You got it boss. ::taps his comm:: Alright then, foward on the shields.... ::runs over to a console, tapping away::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The five launch the beginning of a missile salvo at Atlantis.

CmdrShelev: Major, let the fighters deal with.. the other fighters. Admiral wants the cruiser to be dust.

Kiley Airell: ::rolls out and heads towards the Atlantis::

MajorAZinthys: Incoming@

CmdrShelev: +Shipwide+ Brace for possible impact

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The remainder of the fighters swoop in behind the Sharks and unload with disruptor fire::

Lt TKirr: ::strains to enter phaser range::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Frowns in security, watching the display screen, tracking the incoming missiles:: Well, this is nice! Brace for impact!

Ian Blackthorne: ::throws his shields to rear-main::

MajorAZinthys: Well, they have disruptors.

Ian Blackthorne: ::picks off one at extreme range::

Ian Blackthorne: Six.

MajorAZinthys: ::Fires a series of phaser bursts at the carrier::

Lt TKirr: ::diverts firepower to her rear arrays::

Dan Duc Williams: ::grabs his console:: Brace!

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The fighters continue to unload their missile compliment.

Ian Blackthorne: ::Gets a lock and fires a microtorp at another::

Lt TKirr: ::enters range of the far port ship and fires at its engines::

Ian Blackthorne: ::watching his rear shields get worn down::

CmdrShelev: ACTION> Two missiles rattle against the shields. The underside of the saucer section's shields give slightly

MajorAZinthys: ::hastily reconfigures the phasers to randomly fire short-range pulses::

Dan Duc Williams: ::continues tapping:: Ohh Lordy, is it the green and then red button or the red and then the green? Mac!!

Ian Blackthorne: Seven. ::as the torp hits its target:

MajorAZinthys: ::Fires another spread of torps at the carrier::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Holds onto the edge of the table as the missile detonations cause the usual shaking:: How are the shields holding up?

Ian Blackthorne: ::abruptly pulls up hard::

Ian Blackthorne: ::does a loop and ends up behind the chasing ship::

CmdrShelev: Damage report?

MajorAZinthys: saucer section is taking heavy damage.

Dan Duc Williams: ::feels the shake:: Hope there arn't anymore of those coming, Mac any damage reports comin' in?

Ian Blackthorne: ::fires several bursts from the omnidirectionals::

Lt TKirr: ::locks a microtorp on another fighter before swinging away from Atlantis::

CmdrShelev: Peel off the carrier, we're going back to our original target.

CmdrShelev: Major, turn the Cruiser into dust, please.

Kiley Airell: ::takes fire and dives down, firing phasers::

Ian Blackthorne: ::puts what's left of his shields back to normal:::

MajorAZinthys: Decks 8 through 11 report minor damage.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The missile run is completely disrupted.

MajorAZinthys: Aye, sir.

Ian Blackthorne: Eight and nine.

8:40 PM

CmdrShelev: Ensign, orient the lower saucer away from the firefight. Keep us abroadsides.

MajorAZinthys: ::reconfigures the phasers for offensive operations::

Dan Duc Williams: Mac> ::reading his console:: Saucer section, decks.... 8...9...10 and 11 report damage.

CmdrShelev: Evacuate and seal damaged sections.

MajorAZinthys: ::fires a series of bursts at the areas that are leaking... something::

Dan Duc Williams: ::nods:: Alright Mac, go to deck 11 and work your way down, I'll go to 8 and work up, meet you on 9. ::winks and grabs a kit as he runs out::

Lt TKirr: ::rolls her fighter, spreading the incoming fire across her shields::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The cruiser explodes, the shockwave pushing the carrier away::

CmdrShelev: I'd hate to be inside that carrier right now.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The remaining fighters make a break for the carrier.

Ian Blackthorne: ::drops in behind one and phasers it:: Ten.

MajorAZinthys: One cruiser down.

MajorAZinthys: Carrier has been pushed just that side of torpedo range.

MajorAZinthys: Fighters are running.

CmdrShelev: Ensign, bring us in torpedo range of the carrier

CmdrShelev: Major, fire once we're within range.

Dan Duc Williams: ::ducks into the ladders and climbs to deck 8:: Well now, lets see what I can't do first. ::starts the repairing thing::

Kiley Airell: ::fires phasers at another fighter::

MajorAZinthys: ::Fires the phasers at any bay doors that are open, hoping to trap some of their fighters outside::

Lt TKirr: ::chases the fighters:: +Sharks+ Should we let them go? If we concentrate on the carrier, it will take them down with it.

Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Return to base. Their fighters are retreating to the carrier.

MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks to the comm technician:: Get a report from our patrols on those decks. Any injuries?

Ian Blackthorne: ::comes around and heads for Atlantis::

Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Sharks are returning to base.

Lt TKirr: +Sharks+ Aye, sir. ::banks off and heads for Atlantis::

CmdrShelev: +Blackthorne+ Acknowledged.

Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ Aye Sir

CmdrShelev: +Fighter Bay+ Fighter bay, prepare for incoming.

Kiley Airell: ::heads back to the Atlantis::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The enemy fighters make it inside their carrier.

CmdrShelev: ... Major, give them one more shot. I want them to have a rash before they leave.

8:45 PM

MajDougMcKnight: Tech> ::Listens to the comm chatter for a moment, then shakes her head:: Nothing serious. PFC Sanchez bumped his head on a bulkhead, but he was wearing his helmet.

Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the assault bay and parks the fighter gently on the deck::

MajorAZinthys: ::Fires another blast of torpedoes::

Dan Duc Williams: ::continues his minor repair, moving to deck 9:: Hmm... gotta get some other tools for the rest of that deck::

Lt TKirr: ::lands her fighter softly and begins shutdown::

MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods:: Smart boys. Order the marines to keep everyone but the engineering crews away from those damaged areas until they're done.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> the torpedo salvo hits the carrier's engines right as it's about to go to warp.

Ian Blackthorne: ::shuts the bird down::

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Major, I believe we can stand down the marines. No hostile actions on the Atlantis.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The carrier stops and starts listing severely.

MajorAZinthys: Sir, the carrier appears quite damaged.

Ian Blackthorne: ::Climbs down out of the canopy::

CmdrShelev: Logan, is that thing going to pop?

Dan Duc Williams: ::nods to a few marines as he passes them:: Glad to see the keep ya'all around. ::continues with his repair work::

Ian Blackthorne: ::jogs into the locker room to stow his flightsuit and helmet:

MajDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ With your permission, I'd like to keep some marines posted on those damaged decks. We're a bit crowded at the moment. Don't want anyone getting in the way of the damage control efforts.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> Hard to say, sir... ::frowning in concentration:: It doesn't appear so.

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The carrier explodes.

MajorAZinthys: +Doug+ Of course, but you can send the emergency response teams home.

Lt TKirr: EnsLogan> ::winces:: My mistake.

Kiley Airell: ::heads to the locker room and takes off her flight suit and helmet, stoing them for later::

MajorAZinthys: ::blinks::

Ian Blackthorne: Counselor, drinks are on you. ::grins:: Good job.

CmdrShelev: You win some, you lose some.

Ian Blackthorne: ::Exits to the TL::

Ian Blackthorne: Bridge.

MajDougMcKnight: +Zinthys+ Yes, sir. I'll tell them they can go back to playing poker in the lounge.

MajorAZinthys: Well, that went well.

CmdrShelev: Some prisoners would have been nice.

Lt TKirr: ::strips off her suit and re-pins her combadge::

Ian Blackthorne: ::arrives on the bridge:: Damage report.

Dan Duc Williams: ::puts out a small fire:: Well, if we keep taking this amount of damage in battles I'm agonna get bored. ::chuckles and hums to himself as he continues on the decks::

MajorAZinthys: Decks 8 through 11 took some damage.

MajorAZinthys: Control teams from engineering are already there and security has cordoned off the damaged areas.

Ian Blackthorne: Incidental damage then.

8:50 PM

Ian Blackthorne: Excellent.

Lt TKirr: ::rides the next TL to the Bridge::

Kiley Airell: ::heads to her office before heading to the bridge::

CmdrShelev: It happens.

Ian Blackthorne: Casualty report yet from sickbay?

Lt TKirr: ::arrives on Deck One and relieves Logan::

CmdrShelev: No casualties reported.

Dan Duc Williams: Well now, that looks good. ::goes to deck 9 and meets Mac:: All done?

Ian Blackthorne: Even better.

Ian Blackthorne: Resume course, warp 9.95.

Dan Duc Williams: Mac> For the most part, some minor stuff which we'll have to get the bigger tools for, but nothing major of any means.

Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, have those fighters in top shape as quickly as possible.

CmdrShelev: Aye, Admiral. ::Nods at ensign::

MajorAZinthys: ::Returns the Atlantis to their old course and speed::

Lt TKirr: ::nods, catching Logan's sleeve::

Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis speeds off into the darkness, leaving a cloud of floating debres.

Ian Blackthorne: ((Debris))

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Lt TKirr: ::pauses::

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

Dan Duc Williams: Marvelous. +Bridge+ Engineering 'ere, decks 8 through 11 have been cleared of the majority of the damages.

Dan Duc Williams: ::pausessdeded::

Kiley Airell: ::pauses::

MajorAZinthys: ::is paused::

MajDougMcKnight: ::paused::

Ian Blackthorne: Commander.

CmdrShelev: ::tweeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeet::

Dan Duc Williams: ::AA::

Kiley Airell: ::AA::

MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::

MajorAZinthys: ::AA::

Lt TKirr: ::AA::

Ian Blackthorne: Well done, everyone. There ends our first taste of the Machen Bren.

Ian Blackthorne: There's much more of them to come, of course. This trip will be uphill, both ways.

Ian Blackthorne: That's all for this week, and I hope to see some logs!

Ian Blackthorne: Commander, if you will?

CmdrShelev: Dismissed!