AIM Chat with LtCdrHDucaine, Kiley Airell, Lt
TKirr, Cmdr Shelev.
7:32 PM
Kiley Airell: ::waits to see if the Commander's
going to stay before saying hi::
MajDougMcKnight has joined this chat.
MajDougMcKnight: (Evening, folks.)
Cmdr Shelev: <<That depends on if appleevents decides
to blow up again >>
LtCdrHDucaine: Evening newcomers! ::smirks::
MajDougMcKnight: ( see no newcomers.)
LtCdrHDucaine: You three that JUST entered.
7:35 PM
Kiley Airell: ::finds a nice comfy couch/chair/bed
to curl up on and sleep until Sim Start::
MajDougMcKnight: (Ah.)
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, let's get
this show on the road.
Ian Blackthorne: Commander?
Cmdr Shelev: ::tweeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::@@::
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
Lt TKirr: <<Sorry, bird pooped on me
>_<>>
LtCdrHDucaine: {{::laughs and points at Liz::}}
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, we're still
speeding through Machen Bren space at breakneck speeds on our way to the Xindi
convoy.
Ian Blackthorne: No further contact
from the Machen Bren as of yet.
Ian Blackthorne: Questions?
MajDougMcKnight: (Nope.)
Cmdr Shelev: ((when are we getting raises))
Ian Blackthorne: ((Wait, someone is
getting PAID? ::crushes that immediately)
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, so then...
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Lt TKirr: <<Cleaning up... be back in a
min...>>
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
LtCdrHDucaine: I don't give a damn if the
anti-matter pods are destabilizing! Stabilize them or I'm going to use YOU to
stabilize them. Yes, I've done it! Just fix it! ::shakes a PADD angrily at the
man::
7:40 PM
Ian Blackthorne: ::on the bridge,
looking not-at-all-relaxed but definitely in command::
LtCdrHDucaine: If we make it to the Xindi convoy we
should all get medals. ::hears another beeping:: God damn it. Jeddin, what is
that? ::points::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::looks at the console::
The pressure on the warp nacelles is increasing into unsafe levels.
LtCdrHDucaine: Fix it.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::stares:: At warp?
Lt TKirr: <<back.. okay, what was I
doing>>
LtCdrHDucaine: Yes, we can't afford to do it at
impulse. ::shrugs:: I'm sorry. This is NOT what I expected to be doing my first
day on the job.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> I know, Chief, we're
working on it.
Cmdr Shelev: ::In quarters, having just come off night
watch::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves into his office::
Kiley Airell: ::sleeping in quarters::
Lt TKirr: ::in the fighter bay refitting the
Mustangs, with the help of Ducaine-Williams, who's unusually quiet::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::rubs his temples:: It's not always
this bad, not always this bad...
Ian Blackthorne: ::alerted by a
chirp from the center tactical display, indicating that contacts have been
made::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Sits in his office, still clad in the black
marine fatigues, watching a baseball game with a glass of synthehol in hand::
7:45 PM
Ian Blackthorne: Third-rates, three
of them, moving to intercept.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Gets a chime from C&C::
Ian Blackthorne: Red Alert!
Ian Blackthorne: +Shipwide+ All
hands to battlestations!
LtCdrHDucaine: ::looks up:: What the hell...
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves out into the main bay:: You
heard the man, battlestations!
Lt TKirr: ::hears the klaxon and jumps off a
wing:: Get these ships ready to fly!
MajDougMcKnight: ::Moves out into C&C:: General quarters!
Marines, to your assigned patrols! Rapid response teams, suit up!
Cmdr Shelev: Aw, shit. ::crawls out of bunk and starts
frantically pulling his uniform together::
Ian Blackthorne: ::stands, watching
the ships close on the display::
Lt TKirr: ::heads out of the bay and toward the
TL::
Kiley Airell: ::Is rudely awaken from the middle of
one of the best dreams . . . frowns unhappily, stumbles out of bed in a
slightly wrinkled uniform::
Ian Blackthorne: Helm, slow to warp
seven, see if their timing will be thrown off.
LtCdrHDucaine: Power up the auxilliary emitters. If
we lose a set of relays I want them immediately backed up.
Kiley Airell: ::heads up to the bridge, still half
asleep::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Sitrep?
Cmdr Shelev: ::Finishes dressing, jogs out of quarters into
a TL
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Three
destroyers on intercept course. Get your ass up here.
Lt TKirr: ::rides TL up to the Bridge and exits,
relieving the ensign at Science::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Working on it. ::to turbolift:
bridge!::
LtCdrHDucaine: Kendricks> What about the deflector?
If we change the priorities of the auxilliary emitters you won't have a
tertiary unit for the main deflector. Means half the shield time.
LtCdrHDucaine: I'm quite aware of what that means.
But, I'd rather keep weapons and life support if at all possible.
Ian Blackthorne: ::sees the pattern
spread out ahead of them, all parties still at warp::
LtCdrHDucaine: Kendricks> But...
Kiley Airell: ::walks onto the bridge and heads to
her usual spot:: Looks like you're finally getting what you wanted Admiral . .
.
LtCdrHDucaine: Ensign, now is not the time to argue!
::stares intently:: Just do it.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Catches sight of 2 marines, heading into the
turbolift, bound for the bridge:: Hold that lift!
Cmdr Shelev: ::Turbolift opens onto bridge, jogs to the
number two chair::
Lt TKirr: ::does a quick survey of the situation
at her console::
Ian Blackthorne: They're moving to
flank. Helm, z-minus forty degrees.
Cmdr Shelev: How much bigger are they than the last two?
Ian Blackthorne: Smaller.
Ian Blackthorne: Just more of them.
7:50 PM
Cmdr Shelev: If we're lucky, they'll still be weak on the
starboard nacelle like the other ones.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Gets off the turbolift, flanked by his 2
marines, who take up their positions at opposite ends of the bridge. McKnight
himself assumed the tactical console::
LtCdrHDucaine: Secondary power to the main weapon
grid. Watch that tactical array.
Ian Blackthorne: ::Watching the
distance close on the tac display::
Ian Blackthorne: Drop from warp on
my mark.
LtCdrHDucaine: Alpha and Beta repair teams, assemble
your equipment and prepare for rapid response.
MajDougMcKnight: I hope not, sir. Targeting specific portions of
those ships is going to be a lot harder than last time.
Lt TKirr: +Assault Bay+ ::speaks with
Ducaine-Williams about status of fighters briefly::
LtCdrHDucaine: Computer, erect a level 10
engineering containment field around the warp core if the temperature raises
into the second danger level.
Ian Blackthorne: And..... MARK.
LtCdrHDucaine: Computer> Authorization needed.
LtCdrHDucaine: Authorization Ducaine Sierra Episilon
Two Delta Four.
LtCdrHDucaine: Computer> Acknowledged.
Lt TKirr: ::aids tactical in searching for any
enemy weaknesses::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
three destroyers pop out of warp and immediately begin closing for their
attack.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Analyze their hull
configuration and their shield harmonics. Focus on any inconsistencies we can
exploit.
LtCdrHDucaine: A nameless ensign> ::nods and
runs::
Ian Blackthorne: Ready quantum
torpedos.
7:55 PM
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, slave helm
to your console.
MajDougMcKnight: Suggest we begin with a full spread, sir,
maximum yield. Maybe we can tag them while they move to avoid the worst of it.
Lt TKirr: ::complies quickly::
Ian Blackthorne: ::needs an
experienced pilot at the helm::
Ian Blackthorne: Agreed, Major.
Lt TKirr: ::heart begins to pound::
LtCdrHDucaine: Michael... focus on their anti-matter
exhaust ports. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage too.
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr. Charge
them, full impulse. Break off at about ten thousand kilometers.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> Already on it... ::moves
to another console::
Ian Blackthorne: Fire right before
she breaks, Major.
MajDougMcKnight: Aye, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: ::hopes T'Kirr's up
to the job::
Lt TKirr: ::does as ordered, charging toward the
centermost vessel::
Ian Blackthorne: Range, twenty
thousand.
Ian Blackthorne: Ten thousand.
Break.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Jogs to damage control and engineering
subconsole at the back of the bridge to brace for incoming ordinance.::
Ian Blackthorne: Fire.
Lt TKirr: ::drops warp::
MajDougMcKnight: ::The destroyers continue on course, routing
all power to forward shields. Just then, the full spread is fired, directly in
their path::
Dan Duc Williams has joined this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
destroyers scatter, caught in a flanking maneuver.
Dan Duc Williams: ((blah, i hate class))
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> But then
quickly reform on three sides of Atlantis.
Lt TKirr: <<Sokay, you're just fixing
fighters >>
Lt TKirr: <<Well actually you're done, so
run to Eng >>
Dan Duc Williams: ((oh i am))
Ian Blackthorne: Fire phasers, all
directions. T'Kirr, Z+ 80 degree climb, aft torpedos.
Dan Duc Williams: ::runs into engineering from the flight bay::
Lt TKirr: ::banks Atlantis upward::
LtCdrHDucaine: Dan, I need you to check on the main
coolant system. Potter fixed it earlier, but I'd like a second pair of eyes on
it. ::tosses him a PADD::
8:00 PM
MajDougMcKnight: ::Two of the destroyers approach from behind
and below, coming in from opposite sides and moving to avoid the path of the
rear torpedoes. The third dives directly down on the saucer section, strafing
with disruptor fire as it goes
Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and grabs the PADD:: You got it boss.
::bounces over to the coolants::
Lt TKirr: ::concentrates, maneuvering
precisely::
Ian Blackthorne: Come about, hard
right!
Ian Blackthorne: Port phasers!
LtCdrHDucaine: ::ship shakes, grabbing ahold of his
console::
Lt TKirr: ::slows quickly and banks::
LtCdrHDucaine: Firing at my ship... you can tell
they're not engineers.
Cmdr Shelev: No damage.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Continues firing where best he can, but
focuses on the one doing the strafing, managing to tag it with a single torpedo
as it passes::
Dan Duc Williams: ::stumbles due to the shaking but keeps going::
Man, wonder if those fly boys could avoid the enemy fire sometime. ::reaches
the coolants and starts fiddling::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Watches the damage of that torpedo hit::
Damn, not quite as fragile as they look, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: Roll and dive,
steeply. Get below so we can bring a full spread to bear again.
Ian Blackthorne: Phaser fire at
will.
Lt TKirr: ::rolls and dives, straining the
ship::
WillFMarlowe has joined this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: (Doc!)
WillFMarlowe: (Hey!)
Lt TKirr: <<Sorry for response time,
people blabbing at me like I'm not doing anything>>
Dan Duc Williams: ::sits down and starts checking out the coolant
systems:: Hmm... ok thats in the right place...
MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> The two destroyers on the underside
of the ship dive away from the larger dreadnought, each hammering away at the
dorsal shields with a single aft torpedo launcher as they go.
Ian Blackthorne: Come about, ready a
torpedo spread.
MajDougMcKnight: (Sorry, I mean ventral.)
Lt TKirr: ::comes around::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::watches as an explosion on the
upper deck erupts and knocks and engineer over the railing and onto the floor
below::
LtCdrHDucaine: God damn it. +Medical+ Engineering to
Sickbay, medical emergency in Main Engineering!
Cmdr Shelev: That one got us in Engineering.
Ian Blackthorne: Damage report?
Cmdr Shelev: +Engineering+ Bridge to engineering, sitrep.
8:05 PM
Dan Duc Williams: ::gets knocked back as the sparks fly from the
coolant:: Fuckin' ey!
WillFMarlowe: +Ducaine+ We're on our way--sickbay out. ::to
Northe:: Trauma team to main engineering, now!
Ian Blackthorne: There! Target of
opportunity, fire torpedos.
LtCdrHDucaine: +Bridge+ We're doing okay. Man down,
but we're checking the systems now. Standby.
Lt TKirr: ::ignores internal sensors beeping at
her as she pilots, rotating shield vulnerabilities and phaser/torpedo banks::
LtCdrHDucaine: Dan! Check the weapons array! Make
sure that explosion didn't taint the phasers.
WillFMarlowe: ::a trauma party trots out of sickbay, medkits
in hand::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Fires off a frapid spread, managing to score
a good hit to the navigational thrusters, causing the single destroyer to
momentarily spin out of control::
Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and jumps over a railing, going for the
nearby console:: Coolant's knocked down 10% from that last hit!
WillFMarlowe: ::as they leave, a man with a broken ankle
hobbles in::
Ian Blackthorne: Nice shot.
Ian Blackthorne: Tag them aft if you
can.
LtCdrHDucaine: Reset the primary inducers! ::to
Dan::
LtCdrHDucaine: Isolate the main converter and reset
the parameters to accept new plasma coolant!
WillFMarlowe: Montfort> ::leads the trauma team into
sickbay and kneels by the injured crewman::
Dan Duc Williams: ::taps the console and then runs back to the
coolants:: Weapons check out ok, nothing out of control yet. ::ducks into the
hardware of the coolant systems::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::sees Montfort:: He landed hard on
his back.
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, all stop
for two seconds.
Lt TKirr: ::stops::
WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::helps the crewman to a biobed::
Got here just in time. I have a feeling five minutes more and you'd have had to
wait--
Ian Blackthorne: This is gonna
stress the inertial dampeners...
Lt TKirr: ::glances at sensors::
MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> The other two destroyers stop just
short of ramming the ship, pounding forward shields at close range with
torpedoes and sisruptors at close range, one taking heavy damage to forward
shields from return phaser fire before
Cmdr Shelev: ::Monitoring engineering panel:: They either
know where to hit us or they're very lucky. We have casualties and minor damage
in engineering.
MajDougMcKnight: both ships zoom on past above the saucer
section, so as to prevent the third ship from taking more fire.
Lt TKirr: ::stands by, not knowing what to do,
as two seconds have passed::
WillFMarlowe: Montfort> ::to Ducaine:: Don't sweat it.
We'll take good care of him. ::holds the man steady while his team loads him
onto an antigrav stretcher::
Ian Blackthorne: Resume speed!
Lt TKirr: ::resumes::
8:10 PM
MajDougMcKnight: Sir, permission to destroy the damaged ship?
LtCdrHDucaine: ::hears klaxons go off:: What the
hell! ::moves over to a console:: Inertial dampeners are depolarizing. What the
hell are they doing up there?
Ian Blackthorne: Go, Major!
Dan Duc Williams: ::ducks out and grabs another tool:: Coolants
reset and stablizied!... WHAT?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks up as the ship seems to strain
underfoot::
Ian Blackthorne: ::looks at the
panel Shelev is monitoring:: Damned lucky shots.
LtCdrHDucaine: Langston! Check the inertial dampener
subsystem and reroute power if you need it. Williams, help him out. ::motions
and climbs up the ladder onto the second level::
Cmdr Shelev: I'd say that stressed the dampeners, boss.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Unleashes a sustaines phaser blast at the
still spinning destroyer. It takes only moments to overpower its light
shielding, before shearing clean through the two wing-like structures on the
port side::
Ian Blackthorne: But threw them off.
Ian Blackthorne: Finish it.
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> I can't find a weakness
that's exploitable.
Dan Duc Williams: ::follows Langston up the ladder, loves all
this running around business:: Yeehaw!
WillFMarlowe: ::turns and runs right into the hobbled man::
--Terribly sorr-- ::sees who it is:: Ah.
WillFMarlowe: Wilkstein> Long time no see, doc.
MajDougMcKnight: ::As they watch, explosions shake the ship,
courtesy of a loss of engine containment before the whole thing goes up::
Lt TKirr: ::veers off from the exploding
destroyer::
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Our engines or theirs?}}
WillFMarlowe: ::sickbay's doors slide open and the trauma
team bear their engineer to a biobed::
Ian Blackthorne: Back around,
heading 190 point two three.
Dan Duc Williams: ((i hope not ours lol))
MajDougMcKnight: (Theirs.)
Ian Blackthorne: (Yeah, I just let
McKnight kill us all!)
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> ::slowly starts to wake
up and then starts to howl in pain:: AAAHHAHAHAAAAAAA!
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Neat, you let me do that once... }}
Ian Blackthorne: Full impulse power.
WillFMarlowe: Montfort> Second degree plasma burns, rib
fractures likely . . . ::tries to steady the screaming crewman::
Lt TKirr: ::speeds::
Ian Blackthorne: Heading 243.25
Lt TKirr: ::imputs it::
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> It hurts! God.... it
hurts! AAAAAAH!
WillFMarlowe: Twenty cc tornazine! Get him under for god's
sake!
Ian Blackthorne: Target coming from
starboard, fire torpedos.
MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> The two destroyers come around for
another pass, attackjing from aft, following an irregular path to try and avoid
torpedo fire, though an occasion hit is scored.
WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::presses a hypo into the man's
arm:: It's OK. You'll feel better when you wake up.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Aft shields
weaken under the fire.
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> Sharp pains in the
chest!
MajDougMcKnight: Sir, we can't outrun these things on
impulse...suggest slowing to half impulse on my signal!
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> ::blinking rapidly::
Ahhh!
Dan Duc Williams: ::smacks the internal stabilizer and it kicks
in fixed:: Well that worked...
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> ::passes out::
Ian Blackthorne: On McKnight's mark,
T'Kirr.
8:15 PM
Lt TKirr: Aye.
WillFMarlowe: I said put him under--
WillFMarlowe: Northe> Looks like he took care of that part
himself.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Watches the ships getting closer, taking fire
all the while, until finally...:: Now!
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineer> ::had a delayed reaction
to the drug, seeing as how I missed the nurse adminstering it ::
Lt TKirr: ::drops to half impulse quickly,
eyeing the aft shields and noting enemy positions::
Dan Duc Williams: ::feels the ship shake again:: Bloody hell,
can't the other guys just give up or something? ::runs to another console::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Seeing red marks
on the damage report console aft::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::steps up alongside Dan:: First week
on the job and we get this. Funny, huh?
Cmdr Shelev: No comment.
MajDougMcKnight: ::As the two destroyers swerve to try dodging,
McKnight strains the shields by suddenly widening the shield bubble, physically
knocking one of them into a roll::
Ian Blackthorne: Fire all weapons at
that ship!
WillFMarlowe: <<Sorry Ducaine--that wasn't a complaint.
:j >>
Lt TKirr: ::perks an eyebrow:: Interesting
tactic, Major.
Ian Blackthorne: ::points to the
rolling one::
Ian Blackthorne: Nice move, Major.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Before said ship can recover, begins poundign
it with a steady barrage of rear phaser and torpedo fire::
WillFMarlowe: Begin preliminary regeneration sequence, and
get an osteoscan on those ribs.
Cmdr Shelev: I didn't know you could do that... ::looks at
T'Kirr:: Did you know he could do that?
Dan Duc Williams: ::laughs:: Of course, but I mean honestly, it
wouldn't be nearly as exciting or fun if we had to do like a shakedown cruise
or something more peaceful. ::taps console:: Aft shields have taken a bit of a
beating.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::feels the strain:: Major infraction
on the aft shields. ::leans over the railing:: Jeddin, check the aft shield
grid's power grid. Make damn sure we didn't lose any of it.
Lt TKirr: ::shakes her head briefly before
concentrating on the shields::
WillFMarlowe: Northe> Yes doctor.
MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> A single good quantum torpedo hit
physically blows the destroyer in half. The bodies of crew members can clearly
be seen as they're sucked out into the vacuum.
Ian Blackthorne: Come about, keep up
the attack on that one.
Ian Blackthorne: Or not. Nicely
done.
Lt TKirr: ::rolls, facing best shields toward
the final enemy::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
remaining enemy gets a good solid blow into the aft shields as we destroy the
other ship, causing them to fail.
Lt TKirr: ::notices their shield weakness and
flies at full toward its aft::
Dan Duc Williams: ::gets knocked to the ground as the ship takes
a big knocking:: Holly hell was that??
Ian Blackthorne: Keep us facing
toward them. ::sees the DR console::
Lt TKirr: Aye, sir.
LtCdrHDucaine: God damn it! Jeddin! Reroute shield
power!
WillFMarlowe: ::turns to Wilkstein:: Now. What seems to be
the problem?
LtCdrHDucaine: Dan, lock down the containment
vectors on the shield ports.
8:20 PM
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves over to the ladder and slides
down it without going rung by rung::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Keeps up a steady barrage of phaser fire,
designed to keep that destroyer from getting into position to follow up its
momentary advantage::
Ian Blackthorne: Straight at them,
T'Kirr. They can't stand up to us head to head.
Cmdr Shelev: ::mumbling:: we'redoomed.
Lt TKirr: ::does as ordered::
Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and straps on a kit:: Quick trip through
the tubes! ::jumps down a tube::
WillFMarlowe: Wilkstein> My ankle's broken. ::turns as the
doors to sickbay slide open again, and the first in a steady trickle of
patients wander in::
MajDougMcKnight: ::As the destroyer tries to dodge, manages to
catch it momentarily with a good phaser hit.
Ian Blackthorne: Once we pass it,
pull an Immelman turn. ::looks to see T'Kirr's reaction::
Ian Blackthorne: Yes, in a starship.
She'll take it.
Lt TKirr: ::meets his eyes::
Dan Duc Williams: ::stops at the shield ports:: Alright, vector
time... lockdown, lockdown... not self-destruct, lockdown...
Lt TKirr: ::swallows and prepares::
Ian Blackthorne: I know this from
experience. Trust me.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::sees the preparation:: What the
hell are they doing?!
LtCdrHDucaine: An Immelman turn? +Dan+ Ducaine to
Williams, invert those vectors then lock them down!
WillFMarlowe has left this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The two
ships pass.
Ian Blackthorne: Now.
Lt TKirr: ::pulls the turn, straining the ship::
WillFMarlowe has joined this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: Major, we're gonna
catch them vulnerable aft.
Dan Duc Williams: Lockdown! Got it! ::cheers and starts climbing
back up the tube:: +Houston+ Shield vectors are locked... nevermind. ::dips
back down and works feverishly::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Hears the ship
strain, hopes it doesn't make a liar out of him::
MajDougMcKnight: Aye, sir!
Ian Blackthorne: There! Fire!
LtCdrHDucaine: ::hears the strain:: God damn it...
Lt TKirr: ::looks up at the viewscreen::
Ian Blackthorne: Good flying,
Lieutenant.
WillFMarlowe: ::looks around as the ship strains and a badly
burned man shambles in::
Dan Duc Williams: ::feels the strain:: Oh God...
Lt TKirr: ::nods, feeling the adrenaline::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Trusts the ship to stay in one piece. He,
meanwhile, concentrates on getting a good lock, no simple feat given how
maneuverable this bastard is, and...fires, scoring a single good phaser hit.::
WillFMarlowe: <<Wow. All this straining, you'd think
she's constipated or a DBZ character or something.>>
LtCdrHDucaine: {{::laughs!::}}
MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> At first, the destroyer's shields
seem to take it, but then, it begins to slow, and numerous exterior lights can
be seen to blink out.
Lt TKirr: <<Ship's straining, not me
>_< >>
MajDougMcKnight: (Heh, nice Marlowe.)
Ian Blackthorne: ::looks at it::
WillFMarlowe: <<I meant the ship. Sorry!>>
8:25 PM
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
destroyer begins to list, darkened.
Lt TKirr: <<oh rofl, you're
forgiven>>
Ian Blackthorne: Sensors. Is it
disabled?
Lt TKirr: ::lets out a breath::
Dan Duc Williams: ::reaches in to lockdown the last sheild vector
and gets his hand fried of by power grid but still locks it down:: Bloody hell!
::recoils and starts to climb up the tubes slowly::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::looks:: Come on...
Lt TKirr: ::mentally shakes and checks sensors::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks over the tactical display:: Looks like
that last hit overloaded a power relay. An important one, from the looks of it.
Lt TKirr: ::nods at McKnight:: It's disabled.
Ian Blackthorne: All stop.
LtCdrHDucaine: Yes! We got it!
Lt TKirr: ::stops::
LtCdrHDucaine: Engineering> ::cheers!::
WillFMarlowe: Burned man> ::screams and flops over when
the ship rights itself::
Ian Blackthorne: Shelev, take
McKnight and a platoon of Marines. Board them and capture.
LtCdrHDucaine: Damage report, Mr. Jeddin?
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin> ::hands him PADD::
Dan Duc Williams: ::climbs out of the tube amid the cheering::
What, we won or something? ::nursing his burned hand::
LtCdrHDucaine: Well... shit. ::stares at the list::
WillFMarlowe: Wilkstein> ::for lack of any alternative,
catches the crispy crewman::
Lt TKirr: ::turns at her console and begins
quickly checking internal sensor readings that have been flooding in::
Cmdr Shelev: ::deep breath:: Major, if you will. ::gestures
towards turbolift::
MajDougMcKnight: Aye, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, hail them.
Lt TKirr: <<crispy... LOL>>
Lt TKirr: ::hails::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Accompanies Shelev to the turbolift::
Dan Duc Williams: ::looks over Houston's shoulder:: Shit
indeed...
WillFMarlowe: ::techs scramble and help Marlowe collect the
patient:: Thank you, Mr. Wilkstein . . . ::cart the man off, leaving Wilkstein
to his own devices::
Ian Blackthorne: This is Vice
Admiral Ian Blackthorne of the Federation Starship Atlantis. I order you to
surrender your vessel and prepare to be boarded.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Taps his comm badge::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Hears static::
WillFMarlowe: Wilkstein> Uh . . . nurse? ::discovers, to
his dismay, that his injured foot simply will not move where he wants it to::
LtCdrHDucaine: We lost a whole set of power relays
on Deck 23. We somehow managed to get microfractures in an anti-matter
containment pod. And, our tactical array is on the verge of seizing.
Lt TKirr: ::routes the damage reports to
Blackthorne's console for when he's ready to read::
LtCdrHDucaine: Jeddin, tactical array. Dan,
microfractures. I'll accompany you... ::to Dan:: ...to Deck 23 and do the power
relays.
Ian Blackthorne: ::repeats his
message::
Cmdr Shelev: To TL> Deck 7.
MajDougMcKnight: +C&C+ Sergeant Estebez, prepare a boarding
party, armed to the teeth. And bring me a rifle. Meet us in transporter room 3.
MajDougMcKnight: (Er...scratch that.)
Ian Blackthorne: ::hears statis::
Ian Blackthorne: Cut the comm.
Ian Blackthorne: They're dead or not
listening.
Lt TKirr: ::cuts feed::
Dan Duc Williams: ::nods and grabs a kit, trying to hide his
hand:: Lead the way oh wise and belevonant leader. ::smiles and follows
Houston::
WillFMarlowe: Kellys> This way, Mr. Wilkstein. ::almost
mechanically helps Wilkstein to an unused biobed and starts to examine the
ankle::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves into the turbolift after
grabbing his own kit:: Deck 23.
8:30 PM
MajDougMcKnight: ::Gets off the lift, and steps into C&C::
Sergeant Estebez, mobilize a suqad to supplement our rapid response teams. We
meet in transporter room 3 in 5 minutes!
Dan Duc Williams: ::takes a sigh of relief and wraps his hand in
a cloth:: Well, that could have gone worse.
Lt TKirr: ::updates casualty reports as they
come in::
MajDougMcKnight: Commander, if you'll follow me?
WillFMarlowe: ::carefully examining the burn victim, now
sedated::
Cmdr Shelev: Lead the way, Major.
Ian Blackthorne: Establish commlink
to the away team.
Lt TKirr: ::links::
LtCdrHDucaine: Yeah, I've seen much, much worse
actually.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Steps into the armory to grab a body armor
vest and a phaser rifle, as well as a breathing apparatus, in case life support
goes::
Dan Duc Williams: I'm talking about my hand and arm actually, but
I imagine the same for the ship. ::chuckles to himself::
Lt TKirr: +Away Team+ ::opens::
Cmdr Shelev: +Bridge+ Away team acknowledge.
LtCdrHDucaine: Why didn't you say something? Dan, go
to sickbay. I'll hand the repairs to the anti-matter containment pods.
Ian Blackthorne: ::eyes the listing
ship on the screen::
LtCdrHDucaine: {{::watches Blackthorne:: He's about
to get a bad feeling... wait for it...}}
WillFMarlowe: ::begins to cut away destroyed tissue, which
means pretty much most of the front of his body::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Grabs his stuff, and double times it to the
transporter room::
Dan Duc Williams: ::laughs:: Nah I'll live. It still works
after-all. Once I fix the pods I'll head over to sickbay. Duty first and all
that jazz you know. ::winks and then winces::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Pulls a similar set of gear as McKnight,
except with a handheld phaser::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Tries to keep up with the Marine::
Kiley Airell: ((okay all . . . I'm falling asleep,
I need to head out))
Ian Blackthorne: Tractor beam,
T'Kirr. Stablize it.
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Night!}}
WillFMarlowe: <<See ya Kiley>>
Dan Duc Williams: ((peace kiley))
Ian Blackthorne: ((Night Kiley!)
Cmdr Shelev: ((gnight))
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Lt TKirr: ::moves ship into position and
tractors the strongest part of the hull::
WillFMarlowe: Nurse, pack that section there.
8:35 PM
LtCdrHDucaine: ::grins:: You have the tenacity,
don't you? ::to Dan::
Cmdr Shelev: Just so we're clear, Major, always assume I
defer to your judgement.
WillFMarlowe: Nurse> Yes doctor. ::places a transluscent,
wet, rubbery gel pad to a particularly gruesome wound::
Cmdr Shelev: At least until I learn how to shoot.
Lt TKirr: ::keeps eye on short-range sensors,
scanning the ship::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Heads into the transporter room, just as his
other men are arriving, and goes to a sensor display of the enemy ship's
interior:: Beam us over in two teams, but be ready to beam us back as one. Drop
the first one off...here,
Dan Duc Williams: ::smiles:: Only when I get to fix things, oh
user of big words. ::exits the TL as it opens::
MajDougMcKnight: just 20 meters behind the bridge. And the
second, one...here, by the largest pocket of life signs. I don't want to deal
with a unified resistance.
MajDougMcKnight: Good to know, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: Cease tractor beam.
They should have no more inertia.
Lt TKirr: ::cuts beam::
WillFMarlowe: Kellys> ::observing:: What's that? ::to
Marlowe, with great interest::
LtCdrHDucaine: Are we even related? ::eyes him
carefully, then smiles::
Ian Blackthorne: Close eye on the
away team.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Once the transporter tech has acknowledged,
steps onto the pad.:: Well, let's not leave them waiting, sir.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Steps up to the pad:: Ready when you are.
Dan Duc Williams: ::laughs as he heads down towards the pods:: By
the fact that you asked that question, yuup. See ya back in Main Engineering,
assuming you remember how to fix something. ::laughs again::
MajDougMcKnight: Energize.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::steps out onto the deck and walks
down the corridor a bit and into the anti-matter containment room:: I'll go to
work on the power relays.
Lt TKirr: ::watches away team on sensors::
They're in.
WillFMarlowe: ::drops another flake of burnt flesh into a
biowaste bin:: I've been developing it over the past several months. I call it
a burn pack.
Dan Duc Williams: ((hehe, put Houston's before mine))
Cmdr Shelev: ::pulls sidearm, holds it in ready position::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::takes off the panel and begins
scanning::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION>
Everything is quiet aboard their ship. Quiet and dark.
MajDougMcKnight: @::Materializes on the darkened interior of the
enemy ship, briefly noting a profusion of intricate carvings along the
bulkheads. Perhaps someone can make something of it later::
8:40 PM
Cmdr Shelev: ::Pulls his tricorder with his free hand and
begins recording.::
WillFMarlowe: Kellys> How does it work?
Dan Duc Williams: ::plops down in the pods area:: Alright, which
one of you lucky kids wants to be first huh?
Cmdr Shelev: No lifesigns immediately behind the door,
Major. Can't vouch for the rest of the room.
MajDougMcKnight: @Alright, we've got a straight shot to their
bridge. I've got point. Commander, you stay behind me. Rogers, you bring up the
rear. The rest of you, watch our flanks.
MajDougMcKnight: @+Montrose+ Team 2, what's your status!
Cmdr Shelev: Aye.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> No life
signs detected on the bridge, either.
MajDougMcKnight: @Montrose> +McKnight+ We are taking fire,
sir, but we've caught them with their pants down! The situation is contained!
WillFMarlowe: The gel acts as a temporary replacement for
lost tissue. It stops any bleeding by stabilizing the circulatory structures on
and around a burn site--another one there, please--and keeps the wound sterile.
MajDougMcKnight: @::Makes it to the door:: Peterson, breaching
charges!
Cmdr Shelev: +Bridge+ Aft situation contained, breaching
bridge doors now, Admiral.
WillFMarlowe: When we're ready to begin treatment, it's
easily removed.
Lt TKirr: ::stands staring at the sensor
reports::
WillFMarlowe: Kellys> Combat applications?
Dan Duc Williams: ((::hands Shelev his @:: ))
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+
Acknowleged.
8:45 PM
Lt TKirr: <<I'm confused, is Team2 on
bridge? Are they being fired on, or is it empty?>>
WillFMarlowe: ::shakes his head:: The pads are too fragile.
Considering the beating medkits take in a firefight, they'd probably fall
apart.
Dan Duc Williams: ::continues his work on the containment pods,
feeling his injury get worse:: Stupid shield vectors... thinking they go and be
all sparky on me...
MajDougMcKnight: @Peterson> ::As ordered, Peterson places the
charges along the door at steady intervals::
Cmdr Shelev: (( Thanks for telling me about @s before
bringing me into the sim, admiral! ))
LtCdrHDucaine: ::pulls out the bad relays and
replaces them with the ones from his kit::
Lt TKirr: <<Oh nm>>
Ian Blackthorne: ((Hey, I can't be
arsed to remember everything.)
Ian Blackthorne: (That's what yeomen
are for.)
Cmdr Shelev: (( How's your tea? ))
Ian Blackthorne: (Excellent.)
WillFMarlowe: Kellys> A pity.
MajDougMcKnight: @Peterson> Once everyone is at a safe
distance, Peterson presses his remote, and the charges are detonated, blowing
the door inward::
WillFMarlowe: Yes, I know. Pack that there, if you please.
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
scene on the bridge is eerie.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::seals the relays station and
stands, putting the burnt out relays in his pack::
WillFMarlowe: ::pulls off his gloves and walks over to
Northe:: How's our engineer?
Lt TKirr: <<lol, that's it?>>
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
center seat is occupied with a slumped form.
Dan Duc Williams: ::finishes with the pods and smiles:: Aww, all
you poor little kids needed was some attention.
MajDougMcKnight: @::Following the same arrangement as before
McKnight storms onto the bridge first, sweeping his assigned section with his
flashlight, but discovering no opposition. Nor do the others::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The rest
of the bridge is completely empty, its occupants probably fighting in the rest
of the ship.
MajDougMcKnight: Commander, you just keep scanning. Get all the
useful information you can.
Cmdr Shelev: @::Follows McKnight, pulling tricorder after it
becomes obvious there's no incoming fire.::
WillFMarlowe: Northe> Stable, though you should see him
soon.
Cmdr Shelev: @::Shines a light on the center seat::
Dan Duc Williams: ((::is waiting for the alien to pop out:)
MajDougMcKnight: @::Approaches the slumped figure in the center
seat, flanked by two marines, weapon up and at the ready::
WillFMarlowe: Let's have a look, shall we? ::walks over,
pulling on a new pair of gloves:: How are the burns responding?
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
occupant of the center seat has a large chunk of his head missing, a sidearm in
his hand.
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Ouch, that had to hurt.}}
Lt TKirr: <<Actually, it probably
didn't>>
LtCdrHDucaine: {{True.}}
MajDougMcKnight: @Well, someone's a sore loser. Alright, fan
out.
LtCdrHDucaine: ::moves back down the hallway and
into where Dan is::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
bridge is illuminated by a series of symbols flashing rhythmically on a screen.
Cmdr Shelev: @+Bridge+ Admiral, it appears the captain is
dead of a self-inflicted shot to the head.
Dan Duc Williams: ::turns around and smiles at Houston:: I was
just finishing up with the little 'uns.
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Shit, self-destruct! RUN!}}
Cmdr Shelev: @::Shines light around to other stations around
the bridge::
8:50 PM
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+
Acknowledged. Sitrep on the rest of the ship?
WillFMarlowe: Northe> They aren't bad. The fall did the
most damage.
WillFMarlowe: Northe> ::hands him a PADD displaying the
osteoscan::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> A voice
begins to chime in, gruff, in time to the symbols.
Cmdr Shelev: @+Bridge+ Well, take a listen..
Cmdr Shelev: Major, I think I recognize this sort of
pattern...
Ian Blackthorne: ::listens::
MajDougMcKnight: Yeah...bad feeling?
WillFMarlowe: ::looks at the display:: I see. He's cracked a
rib there . . . and broken one there. Fortunately it doesn't look like the lung
was damaged. Prep a biobed for osteoregeneration and call me when it's ready.
Ian Blackthorne: That can't be
sentence structure.
Cmdr Shelev: Very bad.
WillFMarlowe: Northe> Yes doctor.
Ian Blackthorne: Counting! T'KIRR
BEAM THEM OUT NOW.
MajDougMcKnight: @+Blackthorne+ Sir, we need evac! And I mean
now!
Cmdr Shelev: I'm calling this on account of rain. Get us
out.
Lt TKirr: ::tenses and starts beaming::
Ian Blackthorne: ::jumps to the helm
and shoves the ship to full impulse::
WillFMarlowe: ::walks toward the front of sickbay, checking
on the surprisingly small number of patients::
LtCdrHDucaine: The little 'uns? Are you serious? You
still say that? You know, Golding would be proud.
WillFMarlowe: Montfort> ::walks in behind a gurney::
WillFMarlowe: Montfort. How many more?
Lt TKirr: ::sees Blackthorne out of the corner
of her eye, relieved she doesn't hae to pilot as well, as she beams the last
party member out::
Lt TKirr: I have them!
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The
enemy ship explodes as Atlantis streaks away.
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Come in
Commander.
Dan Duc Williams: ::grabs his PADD and pats his brother on the
shoulder, wincing as he does:: Of course he would, I mean its either that or
just sit around be bored while I work on 'em. ::winks:: Sickbay calls.
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ We're onboard.
WillFMarlowe: Montfort> That was the last call we got.
Looks like we were pretty lucky.
Ian Blackthorne: ::Breathes an
audible sigh of relief::
LtCdrHDucaine: Good, and don't forget dinner.
::smirks::
Ian Blackthorne: Resume course, warp
nine point nine five.
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ I have to say that was the most
exciting five minutes I've seen in years.
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Lt TKirr: ::pauses::
WillFMarlowe: ::paused::
Dan Duc Williams: ::pausedededed::
MajDougMcKnight: ::paused::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::paused::
Cmdr Shelev: (( I failed at the pausing ))
Lt TKirr: <<Demotion!>>
LtCdrHDucaine: And, what the hell is Sitrep?
LtCdrHDucaine:
Ian Blackthorne: SITuation REPort.
LtCdrHDucaine: I have NEVER heard of that.
8:55 PM
Lt TKirr: Is it actually said 'sitrep' or is
that just a typing thing?
Dan Duc Williams: neither have i
Lt TKirr: Like 'TL' or 'CR'?
Ian Blackthorne: It's actually
called that.
Lt TKirr: Wierdness.
Ian Blackthorne: Anyway, call em to,
commander.
Cmdr Shelev: ((watch more battlestar galactica and military
documentaries))
Cmdr Shelev: ::twweeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeet::
Dan Duc Williams: ::At Attention and All That!::
LtCdrHDucaine: ::@@::
Lt TKirr: <<I'll watch StarTrek thanks
>>
Lt TKirr: ::AA::
WillFMarlowe: ::AA::
Ian Blackthorne: ((what star
trek ))
LtCdrHDucaine: {{Season 2 on DVD just came out.}}
Lt TKirr: <<I'd say 'reruns' but I'm AA,
so>>
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, ahem.
Ian Blackthorne: T
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, get your
Vulcan ass up here front and center.
Lt TKirr: O.o
Cmdr Shelev: He said it, not me.
Lt TKirr: ::siddles up to the scary platform::
Dan Duc Williams: ::likes the Admiral's attitude::
Ian Blackthorne: ::eyes her::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Eyes the Vulcan ass momentarily. Everyone
else is lately, and never let it be said McKnight isn't cool::
Lt TKirr: <<Ah, ya noticed that, huh
>>
MajDougMcKnight: (Blame Enterprise.)
Ian Blackthorne: You're a pathetic
excuse for a Vulcan science officer.
Lt TKirr: ::stares ahead, arms clasped behind
her tightly::
Ian Blackthorne: You don't even wear
a tight enough uniform.
Ian Blackthorne: Tsk tsk tsk.
LtCdrHDucaine: Chica bow wow...
LtCdrHDucaine:
Lt TKirr: Regulation, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: Isn't that what
female Vulcan science officers are supposed to do?
Dan Duc Williams: ::cues the porn disco::
Lt TKirr: ::gulps:: If you'll have it, sir.
9:00 PM
Ian Blackthorne: ::smacks her ass
and squeezes:: Yeah, that'll do.
Lt TKirr: <<ROFL um>>
LtCdrHDucaine: {{::laughs!::}}
MajDougMcKnight: (Wow, we're making Kirk look all PC.)
Ian Blackthorne: Anyway, you've been
a longterm devoted attendee to this sim and I'm quite pleased with that.
Dan Duc Williams: ::is throughly impressed with this Admiral::
Ian Blackthorne: So, I have NO
CHOICE.
Lt TKirr: ::mentally screams:: ~Not the bug.. not the
bug...~
Cmdr Shelev: (( He makes kirk look like jack webb ))
Ian Blackthorne: COMMANDER.
Ian Blackthorne: GET ME THE BOX.
Lt TKirr: ::squints eyes shut::
Cmdr Shelev: What box?
LtCdrHDucaine: ::stares::
Lt TKirr: But sir, I'm vegenarian... ::sounds
small::
Cmdr Shelev: The one with your cigars or the one with the
tacks?
Dan Duc Williams: ::hands Shelev a big black box::
Lt TKirr: <<*Vegetarian>>
Cmdr Shelev: ::Hands the black box to the admiral::
LtCdrHDucaine: Found that on an airplace,
Commander...
LtCdrHDucaine: *airplane
Ian Blackthorne: This is the correct
one.
Dan Duc Williams: ::nods energetically:; Yuup
Cmdr Shelev: Good airplane.
Ian Blackthorne: ::takes out a long
sharp pip::
Lt TKirr: ::breathes relief, seeing the pip
instead of the bug::
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr, by the
power vested in me by the Emperor of Alaska, I promote you to the rank of
Lieutenant Commander on the USS Atlantis! May Bob have mercy on your bowl!
Ian Blackthorne: :::stabs - er, pips
her::
Lt TKirr: ::dribbles green plasma::
Dan Duc Williams: ::claps:: Congrats oh Vulcan lady!
LtCdrHDucaine: WOOT! ::Claps::
Cmdr Shelev: ::claps:: I love it when they bleed.
WillFMarlowe: ::cheers and claps::
Ian Blackthorne: Way to go! This is
a high honor aboard Atlantis, attainable after only very long service and
devotion to the sim.
Ian Blackthorne: And multiple
humiliations at promotion time.
Lt TKirr: Thank you, Admiral.. I am truly...
::searches::
Cmdr Shelev: Endowed.
Lt TKirr: ::nods:: That's it, thank you.
Ian Blackthorne: Indeed, Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: That's all for this
week!
Ian Blackthorne: Commander, if you
will!
Dan Duc Williams: Indeed... ::blinks:: Wot wot?
Cmdr Shelev: Remind me never to get promoted.
Cmdr Shelev: Dismissed!
Dan Duc Williams: ::flees like a banshee!::
MajDougMcKnight: lol
MajDougMcKnight has left this chat.
Dan Duc Williams has left this chat.
WillFMarlowe: G'night!
Lt TKirr: ::runs to the medical bay::