AIM Chat with Cmdr Shelev, Kiley Airell.
LCdr TKirr has joined this chat.
LCdr TKirr: Heya
Ian Blackthorne: Hiya, T'Kirr
LCdr TKirr: McKnight otw
Ian Blackthorne: Herr Antennakommander
Cmdr Shelev: ...
MajDougMcKnight has joined this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: Hiya, Doug
MajDougMcKnight: Well, CPA seems to be doing better than I realized so far. That's good.
Ian Blackthorne: CPA? T'was a great group.
MajDougMcKnight: Yep. And still ticking. They had an academy just now.
Ian Blackthorne: The group called CPA might still exist, Doug, but it's not CPA.
LCdr TKirr: *sigh*
Ian Blackthorne: It'll die within a few months without Gem.
Cmdr Shelev: angst
MajDougMcKnight: You may be right. I don't pretend to know anything about running such a group.
Ian Blackthorne: On the good side, I just enjoyed deleting all of those shitty websites from my server.
LCdr TKirr: Sir?
Ian Blackthorne: AKA "hi i no frontpaeg so i am a web designer lol"
MajDougMcKnight: Halcyon still around?
Ian Blackthorne: Yeah
Kiley Airell: Hey J, TKirr, McKnight
Ian Blackthorne: Hey Kiley
Kiley Airell: You know . . . I know HTML and have a site, but I still don't consider myself a web designer . . .
Ian Blackthorne: Your site stayed.
Cmdr Shelev: in five years I went from doing html daily to wanting to shoot myself in the face because of it
Kiley Airell: *laughs* Good! I would hope you'd warn me if you took it down
Ian Blackthorne: Nah, you're cool, you can keep yours.
Kiley Airell: woohoo
Ian Blackthorne: We were supposed to have a new person show up tonight.
LCdr TKirr: Oh really?
Kiley Airell: what position?
Cmdr Shelev: wow someone who is worse at this than me
Ian Blackthorne: You're doing a fine job, you blue-skinned freak.
Cmdr Shelev: ok I'll slack off then
LCdr TKirr: ::nods grudgingly::
Ian Blackthorne: Well, we might as well have a sim, huh?
Cmdr Shelev: whazzat
Ian Blackthorne: ::cattleprods the antennahead::
Cmdr Shelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET:: comes out of nowhere
LCdr TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Ian Blackthorne: Alright, the convoy has gotten underway and assumed formation to protect the more vulnerable ships.
Cmdr Shelev: I assume the serdith is stuck way the hell out lest it explode
Ian Blackthorne: Their situation is unique, we'll put them on point.
Ian Blackthorne: Questions?
MajDougMcKnight: We're all at warp right now?
Ian Blackthorne: Yes.
Ian Blackthorne: Warp five for however long we could manage it, I believe.
Cmdr Shelev: that's around 12 hours
Cmdr Shelev: then shit's broke for another 12
MajDougMcKnight: Well...not BROKE.
Ian Blackthorne: Anyway, there you have it.
Cmdr Shelev: WATCH ME
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
LCdr TKirr: ::standing at Sci, keeping an eye on the convoy's stability::
Ian Blackthorne: ::on the bridge, looking irritated::
Kiley Airell: ::walks onto the bridge, moves down to sit in her chair:: You look in a good mood Admiral.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Stationed at tactical, I suspect, in Zinthys' absence, calmly but attentively monitoring the display::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> Several Machen Bren ships appear on LR scans.
Cmdr Shelev: Contacts, LR scan
Ian Blackthorne: Machen Bren?
Cmdr Shelev: Affirm.
Ian Blackthorne: Red alert, notify the Xindi fleet.
Ian Blackthorne: Time to intercept?
Cmdr Shelev: +Shipwide+ Red Alert, action stations
MajDougMcKnight: ::Consults long range sensors:: Anticipate weapons range in...3 minutes!
Ian Blackthorne: Good mood indeed, Counselor.
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Red alert, Tagan. Get your fleet ready.
LCdr TKirr: Do you want me in the Fighter Bay, Admiral?
Kiley Airell: Can we go have some fun sir?
Ian Blackthorne: Contact type?
Ian Blackthorne: ::looks to McKnight::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Consults sensors:: They're not kidding around this time, Admiral. Reading 3 destroyers type vessels, 2 cruisers, and a light carrier.
Ian Blackthorne: You're not joking.
Ian Blackthorne: Sharks, prepare for launch.
Cmdr Shelev: Shit.
LCdr TKirr: ::bolts from her station and enters the lift::
Kiley Airell: ::moves to the TL quickly::
Ian Blackthorne: Shelev, you have the bridge. Don't dent my ship.
Cmdr Shelev: Ask them that.
Ian Blackthorne: I'm telling you that. ::Enters the TL::
Ian Blackthorne: Assault bay.
Cmdr Shelev: McKnight, get loaded for bear.
MajDougMcKnight: Sir, I'm not getting anything on long range sensors. Best course of action I can advise...hold up the Machen Bren task force, give the civilian ships all the time we can to get as far from here as possible.
Cmdr Shelev: How long do you think we can hold them off?
Ian Blackthorne: ::TL arrives, he enters the locker room and gets his flightsuit on::
LCdr TKirr: ::hurries to her flightsuit, pulls it on, grabs her helmet, and jumps up into her fighter::
Kiley Airell: ::rushes to her equipment and throws them on, then runs to her fighter::
MajDougMcKnight: Depending on how well these Xindi are trained, we may be able to do better than hold them off. But I'd rather not risk any lives on the bet that we can stop one from slipping through.
Ian Blackthorne: ::Grabs his helmet and runs to his fighter::
LCdr TKirr: ::fires up the engines and starts pre-flight::
Ian Blackthorne: ::quickly climbs into the cockpit and runs through preflight as he lowers the canopy::
Kiley Airell: ::quickly goes through preflight check::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ This is Shark One, commcheck.
MajDougMcKnight: My recommendation: Have the Xindi fleet set a zig zagging course to the agreed destination, limiting their speed to warp 2. That should allow us to catch up once we're done here.
LCdr TKirr: +Sharks+ Sehlat ready.
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Tagan, we are going to hold off the Xindi as long as possible for the civilian ships to get free. Take half your armed ships to escort them at warp 2 out of here while we make a decent distraction
Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ firecat ready
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> +Shelev+ Acknowledged, Atlantis. Guardians be with you.
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ McKnight and I are planning on holding the Machen Bren fleet here while the civilian ships get out at warp 2.
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Make things noisy so they don't notice.
Ian Blackthorne: ::finishes powering up the Great White:: +Shelev+ Acknowledged. Time to intercept?
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Now.
MajDougMcKnight: +Blackthorne+ 45 seconds, give or take.
MajDougMcKnight: (Sorry, damn cat's blocking the screen.)
LCdr TKirr: <<I've got a bird sitting on my head>>
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Launching once we drop from warp.
Ian Blackthorne: ((Cat in my lap))
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Tagan, please send one civilian and one armed ecort out in pairs.. We don't want them abandoning us when half the fleet leaves.
MajDougMcKnight: (I've seen your cat. Mine's bigger, and he doesn't like being moved.)
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Drop from warp.
Cmdr Shelev: Helm, same
LCdr TKirr: +Sci+ Ensign Logan, status of the PST?
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> +T'Kirr+ PST is active, Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Prepare for launch. I'm looking forward to seeing this shielding technology.
Cmdr Shelev: ACTION> Atlantis drops from warp, followed by the Xindi fleet, one at a time
LCdr TKirr: +Sharks+ As long as Atlantis's sensor array remains intact.
MajDougMcKnight: Commander, recommend we keep the Xindi ships behind us until the enemy ships close. Our shields can take the pounding, for awhile anyway. And being out umbered, we want our own escrots to make their first strike count.
Cmdr Shelev: Acknowledged.
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ That's our cue. Launch!
Ian Blackthorne: ::throws the throttle forward and shoots out of the bay::
Cmdr Shelev: Weapons free, McKnight. Get em good and pissed.
LCdr TKirr: +Sharks+ ::pulls off the deck plating and races out the bay door::
LCdr TKirr: <<Err, ignoare that comm lol>>
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> ::As per Shelev's instructions, the first Xindi freighter jumps to warp, a destroyer escorting. Moments later, the second group follows suit::
Kiley Airell: ::launches and shoots out of the shuttle bay::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Notes the small carrier launching a wave of fighters, and fires into the formation with a wide sweeping phaser beam. The nimble fighters attempt evasion, but several of them explode in flames before
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The carrier launches about twenty fighters::
MajDougMcKnight: Atlantis is occupied by return fore from the other Machen Bren ships::
LCdr TKirr: ::views the incoming ships through her canopy, eyes darting to her sensor reading for any potential targets::
Cmdr Shelev: Anything following the Xindi, Major?
Ian Blackthorne: ::sees that phaser fire rip through the bandits, nods with satisfaction::
MajDougMcKnight: Not so far, sir. Congratulations, they're pissed.
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Form up tight.
LCdr TKirr: ::forms up::
Cmdr Shelev: Alternate fire randomly across all six ships.
Kiley Airell: ::Forms up on the Admiral's left::
Ian Blackthorne: ::staying close to Atlantis, letting the enemy fighters come to them::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter group>::Forms a wedge formation, and makes a beeline for their opponents. Their opening strategy is different this time. At semi-long range, they unleash a salvo of missiles into the Shark formation::
LCdr TKirr: ::softly to herself:: Time to test my design...
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Incoming, break formation.
LCdr TKirr: ::rolls out to the right::
Ian Blackthorne: ::pulls up hard::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Alternates phaser fire as ordered, but at the first opportunity, focuses a salvo of quantum torpedoes on one of the less nimble cruisers::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighters> ::Once the Shark formation breaks, as was planned, the fighters come in hard behind the missiles, unleashing mass disruptor fire on the momentarily scattered Mustangs::
Kiley Airell: ::Rolls left, away from the other friendly fighters, targets a group of incoming enemies and fires::
Ian Blackthorne: ACTION> The new shield design holds up well.
LCdr TKirr: ::banks back around and heads straight for the formation, full power to forward shielding::
Ian Blackthorne: ::loops and heads in, targeting the fighter second from the right in the formation::
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Send off another pair of ships, heading 254 mark 18.
LCdr TKirr: ::at the last second, pulls hard upward, two cluster bombs in the path of the lead enemy fighter::
Ian Blackthorne: Target.... locked. Eat that, sucka. ::Fires a microtorp::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Notes with satisfaction that the last quantum torpedo managed to punch through the cruisers shields, scoring a hit on its starboard thruster assembly. The ship breaks off for the moment to get in a better position::
Cmdr Shelev: Science, anything dented?
LCdr TKirr: ::wrestles the sticks as her fighter's integrity shudders::
Cmdr Shelev: <<delete>>
Ian Blackthorne: ::rolls right, then back left, dodging incoming fire::
Cmdr Shelev: Major, see if you can hit the starboard magazine on the cruiser.
LCdr TKirr: ::pulls away, her shields taking a heavy beating::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Sends off the remaining destroyer and the Serdith, who charge out from behind Atlantis, and immediately catch a MB destroyer by surprise with a full volley::
Ian Blackthorne: ::targets another fighter as the first one explodes from a microtorp hit::
Cmdr Shelev: ...shit, that wasn't planned.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Attempts to comply:: Bear in mind, all we've got watching our six now is the makeshift Xindi carrier.
Cmdr Shelev: That's what rear phasers are for.
Kiley Airell: ::rolls left and fires a spread of microtubes::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Tags a destroyer with a phaser hit, forcing it to break off before its shields are penetrated, then launches a pair of quantum torpedoes at the wounded cruiser::
Cmdr Shelev: Nice shot. How many Xindi ships are still out there?
Ian Blackthorne: ::Shoots through the enemy formation, arcing his omni-D phasers on the same target::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::As Blackthorne's current adversary dodges skillfully, attempting to prevent its fiery destruction, its wingman comes up from behind, emptying its disruptors into Blackthorne's rear shields::
LCdr TKirr: ::attempts to follow a target when hits against her aft shields alerts to her own tail::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Waits a beat, then smiles grimly as an explosion on the cruiser lights up the area.:: Scratch one cruiser, and that destroyer our friends jumped is floating debris.
Cmdr Shelev: We'll take it!
MajDougMcKnight: That leaves 2 destroyers, the cruiser, and an empty carrier.
Ian Blackthorne: Yeouch. ::pulls up hard, Immelmans, and comes about on the wingman::
Cmdr Shelev: +Tagan+ Status, Tagan?
LCdr TKirr: ::drops her target and begins to evade, phasering the fighter behind her::
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> +Shelev+ Our last ships are departing now, Commander. I wish you luck.
Ian Blackthorne: ::follows him, sticking on his six until his lock light comes on:: G'night. ::fires a microtorp::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::In desperation, kills forward monentum, and fires its thrusters, pulling a quick 180, then charges Blackthorne with the fighter itself.
MajDougMcKnight: The micro torp shears off its wing, but on it comes, its wingman close behind::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Dives hard::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::The first fighter is too damaged to follow, but the undamaged wingman unleashes 2 micro troprs of its own, attempting to catch the Mustang before it comes out of its dive::
LCdr TKirr: ::streaks away from the explosion in her wake and searches for her next target, ruefully eyeing the warning symbols on her shield readout::
Ian Blackthorne: ::pulls under, into a split-S, then hard right, attempting to get back on the fighter's six::
LCdr TKirr: ::spots Blackthorne's tailer and fires at it::
Ian Blackthorne: ::finds the damaged fighter in his sensors and tags it with the omni-D phasers::
Cmdr Shelev: ACTION> The flnal two Xindi ships - Tagan's vessel and the Serdith - both jump to warp.
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Xindi fleet is away, boss. Clean up what you can and come back so we don't leave them stranded.
LCdr TKirr: ::sees the warp streaks in her peripheral vision as she locks onto another target::
MajDougMcKnight: ::The wingman of the now destroyed fighter dodges, but still gets winged by T'Kirr's phaser fire, and rolls off away, out of control::
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Cleaning house, Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: ::comes about and locks onto the out of control fighter:: So long. ::fires another MT::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ We'll leave you to your work then.
Cmdr Shelev: <<Next time we want a bigger, more spectacular Katamari>>
MajDougMcKnight: ::The second cruiser makes a beeling for Atlantis, unloading all its forward weapons on Atlantis' weakenign starboard shields. However, it takes the worst of the exchange, Atlantis' phasers supplemented by attack runs by the Xindi
Ian Blackthorne: ((Hahahaha))
MajDougMcKnight: fighters managing combat air patrol::
Ian Blackthorne: ::destroys that fighter, and finds the closest to harass::
LCdr TKirr: ::finds herself the target of two enemy fighters and tries desperately to shake them::
LCdr TKirr: +Sharks+ I need assistance!
Ian Blackthorne: ::hones in on T'Kirr's tail::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Just then, Kiley's cockpit is lit up by the narrow miss of a disruptor beam, courtesy of one of the 2 remaining destroyers::
Ian Blackthorne: (:Quagmire
Ian Blackthorne: ::Chasing the two fighters::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Hang on, Sehlat, I'm on you.
Kiley Airell: ::yelps and banks hard to the right, rolling and diving erratically::
LCdr TKirr: ::forces what's left of her failing shields aft and struggles to roll away::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighters>::One continues to chase T'Kirr. The other, seeing Blackthorne coming up from behind, simply kills its engines, coming to a dead stop, and thus providing Blackthorne with an imminent collision hazard::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Fires a quick microtorp from the hip at the one in his way::
Ian Blackthorne: ::flies through the debris
Ian Blackthorne: ::flies to full throttle to chase the one on T'Kirr::
LCdr TKirr: ::cries out as her console sprays sparks, lucky phaser beam cutting through her shields' gap::
Ian Blackthorne: Oh no you don't... ::Grits his teeth, bearing down on that fighter::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::Dives down on T'Kirr's mustang, and opens up with disruptors, punching through her paper thin shields and shearing off her rear thruster assembly::
Cmdr Shelev: +Transport Control+ Emergency beamout, Sehlat!
Ian Blackthorne: ::opens up with full phaser fire on the one chasing T'Kirr::
LCdr TKirr: +Sharks+ My shields are failing! ::grasps the sticks with burned hands::
LCdr TKirr: ::is beamed::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Manages a hit with a quantum torpedo to the Machen Bren cruiser's bridge, giving them a momentary opening:: Lowering shields!
Kiley Airell: ::targets the MB fighter that just shot at TKirr, fires microtopes::
MajDougMcKnight: MB destroyer>::This time, successfully tags Kiley's Mustang withy a disruptor beam to the port side::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Admiral, we're ready to drop shields for landing when you are.
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ When the job is complete, Commander.
MajDougMcKnight: MB Destroyer> ::Manages to score a direct hit to Atlantis' star drive section, before it explodes, courtesy of a torpedo to its main reactor, courtesy of the Serdith::
Kiley Airell: ::doesn't yell in surprise this time. quickly assesses the damage.::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Firecat, this is Sixgun, get that bird under control and take these bandits down!
LCdr TKirr: <<Was T'Kirr beamed, or the whole fighter?>>
Ian Blackthorne: ::Does some quick power rerouting on his console and comes about, targeting another fighter::
Ian Blackthorne: ((It'd just be her.))
MajDougMcKnight: (Nah, the fighter's scrap metal. )
Cmdr Shelev: ((correct))
LCdr TKirr: <<Figured>>
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Sehlat, are you alright?
Cmdr Shelev: ((Not that we're not going to salvage it when we can))
LCdr TKirr: Sehlat> ::explodes from a microtorp that already was away before its launcher flies apart, too::
MajDougMcKnight: Dammit! Helm, get a fresh side to those destroyers! Our starboard shields are paper thin!
Ian Blackthorne: (Yeah, it wasn't destroyed since the one tailing it was cut to shreds, er nevermind.)
Cmdr Shelev: (( >( ))
LCdr TKirr: <<O.o>>
Ian Blackthorne: (Is Sehlat your callsign or the fighter's name?)
LCdr TKirr: <<Dunno, never came up with a second name >>
Ian Blackthorne: ::comes in hard a fighter, locking and firing a MT as he fires the Omni-D phasers at another::
LCdr TKirr: ::sits on the transporter pad, gathering her wits::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighters> ::Of those two fighters, one avopids the phaser fire. The other is not so lucky, though it does get off a torpedo of its own before it explodes::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Sehlat, respond.
LCdr TKirr: <<Figured it was about time one of them was lost >>
Ian Blackthorne: ::rolls out right to avoid the torp::
Cmdr Shelev: +Transporter 2++ Transport control, do we have her?
Ian Blackthorne: Their torpedos don't seem to have locking capability.
Kiley Airell: ::fires at another MB fighter::
Cmdr Shelev: TansCon> Yes, Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: ::loops back around::
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::And as Blackthorne rolls, the second fighter is there, diving down on it with relentless disruptor fire, managing to inflict some minor damage to its targeting sensors::
Cmdr Shelev: +Sickbay+ Sickbay, bridge; med team to transporter 2, possible injured pilot.
LCdr TKirr: ::at hearing Shelev's voice, comes to her senses and springs up::
Ian Blackthorne: Blast it.
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ We have her on board, Admiral.
Kiley Airell: ::mutters about reduced maneuverability::
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Glad to hear it.
Ian Blackthorne: ::yanks back hard on the stick, giving his assailant some phaser fire in return::
LCdr TKirr: ::leaves TR and takes a lift up to the Bridge, staring straight ahead as she rides::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Firecat, on the next run, lock on a separate target from me with a torp, and we'll both phaser target a third fighter.
MajDougMcKnight: MB fighter> ::Zooms past Blackthorne before his phasers can lock, thus avoiding the attack::
MajDougMcKnight: Sir, we're getting damage reports from decks 18 to 21! Minor hull breach to deck 19. Emergency force fields are in place and holding. Medical personnel are enroute.
LCdr TKirr: ::exits TL onto the Bridge, glances at the main viewer, than walks to her station::
Kiley Airell: +Sharks+Acknolwedged. ::makes another run::
Ian Blackthorne: ::targets one with torpedo lock, the other with phasers, shooting those manually to make up for his damaged sensors::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ Fire.
Cmdr Shelev: We need to cut this short.
Ian Blackthorne: ::fires torpedo and a hail of phasers::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ Your ship is getting dented. If you want to yell at me about it you better get back here while there's still something to yell about.
MajDougMcKnight: Yes, we do.
Kiley Airell: ::targets the two ships and fires::
LCdr TKirr: ::stops and looks at the ensign when he doesn't move from her station as she approaches::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Notices T'Kirr::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Notes the formation of 5 dodging MB fighters, up against 2 Mustangs::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::stares at T'Kirr:: You should be in Sickbay!
Cmdr Shelev: Logan, take her down there.
MajDougMcKnight: +Sharks+ All pilots, whatever way you're pointed, floor it, now!
LCdr TKirr: <<Lol McKnight>>
Ian Blackthorne: ::Doesn't need to hear it twice and throws the throttle to full::
LCdr TKirr: ::looks at Shelev then at Logan, who takes her by the arm:: I'll go to Sickbay later after we're out danger--
Cmdr Shelev: No, you're going down there now.
Kiley Airell: ::floors the throttle, hopeing the damage doesn't decrease speed too much.::
MajDougMcKnight: ::As the Mustangs zoom away, the Machen Bren pilots are only momentarily confused, as a spread of torpedoes from Atlantis detonate over the entire area, taking the unchielded fighters with them::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Watches the three fighters they targeted take major damage as they speed by::
LCdr TKirr: ::pulls her arm from Logan, then notices the burns on her hand::
Ian Blackthorne: Ouch. ::chuckles::
Ian Blackthorne: +Sharks+ This is Sixgun, return to base.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Glares at the Vulcan.::
LCdr TKirr: ::stares unfocused as Logan reclaims her arm and slowly leads her to the TL::
MajDougMcKnight: MB ships> ::The carrier and a single destroyer, all that remains combat worthy, turns about and goes to warp::
Kiley Airell: +Sharks+ Firecat returning home. ::heads home::
Ian Blackthorne: ::flies at a normal pace back to the Atlantis::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Mumbles:: We have enough problems without a broken vulcan.
Cmdr Shelev: Damage.
Ian Blackthorne: :giving his poor abused fighter a break::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Grimaces as the damage reports come in.:: We have superficial damage to our long range sensors and deflector dish. Those people are getting better.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::watches T'Kirr as she stares at the TL wall:: Science isn't exactly crucial right now.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Takes a seat at the abandoned science/ops panel and squints, trying to remember how the tractor beam works.::
Cmdr Shelev: As many damage control grunts as we can spare at the LR sensors; we need those up as soon as possible.
LCdr TKirr: ::mumbles softly:: I need to build a new fighter...
Kiley Airell: ::sets her fighter down on the shuttle bay deck and steps out::
Ian Blackthorne: ::gently lands the Great White on the assault bay floor::
MajDougMcKnight: Aye, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: ::powers her down, opens the canopy, and climbs down the ladder::
Ian Blackthorne: ::pats the ship on the nose as he takes his helmet off::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> I think we can worry about that later. ::then, as an afterthought:: The other Sharks are okay, if you were wondering.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Tries to locate any significant amount of salvage in the debris field::
Ian Blackthorne: ::sighs, looking at the area where T'Kirr's fighter usually parks::
Ian Blackthorne: At least she's okay.
LCdr TKirr: ::arrives at Deck 15, blinks, then steps out as Logan's prodding::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Locks beam onto the second cruiser that sustained primarily bridge damage.::
Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the locker room, squares away his helmet and flightsuit::
MajDougMcKnight: Sir, if you want to tow that thing, we'll want to get a boarding party down there fast. They may still be able to engage self destruct from the engine room.
Ian Blackthorne: ::then heads for the turbolift:: Bridge.
Cmdr Shelev: Good thinking.
LCdr TKirr: ::enters Sickbay::
Ian Blackthorne: ::Arrives on the bridge:: I have the bridge. Status report.
Cmdr Shelev: But getting on the road to meet the fleet is higher priority
MajDougMcKnight: We need to pick one then, sir. We cannot risk that ship blowing while in our tractor beam, especially at warp.
Cmdr Shelev: Everything that's still mobile is gone. One of the cruisers took almost entirely bridge damage; I was thinking we could tow it along; every little bit of space will help.
Ian Blackthorne: Destroy it.
Ian Blackthorne: Phasers only, don't waste the bloody torpedoes.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Sighs:: You heard the man.
MajDougMcKnight: Yes, I did.
Ian Blackthorne: ::eyes the viewscreen sharply::
Kiley Airell: ::heads to the bridge::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Fires full phasedes, repeatedly. The third beam punches clear through to the other side of the ship, taking the warp core with it. The rest of the ship soon follows::
Cmdr Shelev: +Logan+ Ensign, status report on our science officer.
Ian Blackthorne: ::nods with satisfaction::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> +Shelev+ She's in Sickbay, sir.
MajDougMcKnight: As bloody noses go, that's not bad.
Cmdr Shelev: +Logan+ Return to station, then. Thank you.
Ian Blackthorne: We don't have time to fool around with retrofitting their ships to work for us.
Ian Blackthorne: T'Kirr's fighter, is anything salvageable?
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::darts back into the TL:: Bridge.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Shakes his head:: Not unless you're into ugly sculptures.
Ian Blackthorne: ::nods:: Then fire phasers to be sure there's absolutely nothing they could salvage from it.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Nods, and locks onto the fighter's black box, unleashing a phaser beam that he maintains for a full second, so as to ensure it's totally vaporized::
Ian Blackthorne: Resume course and speed, rendezvous with the civilian ships.
MajDougMcKnight: Their pilots, sir...they 're getting better.
Ian Blackthorne: I bloody well noticed.
Ian Blackthorne: Damage report, Commander.
Cmdr Shelev: Long range sensors and main deflector are down. I have teams working overtime on the sensors until they're back up.
Ian Blackthorne: Get this bunch moving again.
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
Kiley Airell: ::pauses::
Cmdr Shelev: :pause:
Ian Blackthorne: Pretty damned good sim for five of us, I's say.
Cmdr Shelev: phew
MajDougMcKnight: I was just giddy to finally see some sign the Sharks could lose.
Ian Blackthorne: We're not invincible, just damned good.
Cmdr Shelev: yay broken vulcan
Cmdr Shelev: ((hey that rhymes))
LCdr TKirr: Pfft.
LCdr TKirr: I figured we can't be invincible.
LCdr TKirr: Err, B just said that.. nm
Ian Blackthorne: Anyway, that was a great sim, folks. See y'all next week. ::nods to Shelev::
Cmdr Shelev: Dismissed!