AIM Chat with Cmdr Shelev, Kiley Airell,
MajDougMcKnight.
7:32 PM
MajDougMcKnight: Admiral.
Kiley Airell: Hey J
Ian Blackthorne: Hey folks.
Cmdr Shelev: I have all but issue 1 of that
MajDougMcKnight: Sorry about last time. I done fell asleep. Didn't
wake up until the 10:30 had long since come and gone.
Ian Blackthorne: No worries.
MajDougMcKnight: Ah, well that's cool, Shelev. I'm just starting
on it. How'd you like what you've read?
LCdr TKirr has joined this chat.
Ian Blackthorne: Hey T'Kirr
Cmdr Shelev: it was pretty damn cool
MajDougMcKnight: I've only recently gotten into DC. Kinda
partial to GL though.
LCdr TKirr: Hiya
MajDougMcKnight: Heya, T'Kirr.
LCdr TKirr: Heh... doing a 24 marathon o.O
7:35 PM
Kiley Airell: woohoo, we're up to 5!
Ian Blackthorne: Yeah, looks like we
can actually run a game tonight.
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, let's get
started.
Kiley Airell: Yeah!
Ian Blackthorne: HERR KOMMANDER!!?!
Cmdr Shelev: :TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET::
LCdr TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
7:40 PM
MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::
Ian Blackthorne: Okay, we're back
underway and in the midst of getting repairs coordinated after the last Machen
Bren attack.
Ian Blackthorne: We may have to slow
down soon because of the limitations of some of the Xindi ships. Efforts are
concentrated on long range detection and avoidance of Machen Bren ships.
Questions?
MajDougMcKnight: Nope.
Ian Blackthorne: Alrighty then.
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIN
Ian Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
Cmdr Shelev: ::In quarters, off duty and asleep::
Kiley Airell: ::sitting in her chair on the
bridge::
Ian Blackthorne: ::in his quarters,
shaving, about to come on shift::
7:45 PM
Cmdr Shelev: ((who's driving this thing?))
LCdr TKirr: ::in Sickbay, being treated for burns
etc.
Ian Blackthorne: ((Ens. Otto
Pilot.))
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::at Science, maintaining
LR scans::
Kiley Airell: (LOL)
Ian Blackthorne: ::towels off and
looks in the mirror::
Ian Blackthorne: ::splashes his face
with water, towels off again::
Ian Blackthorne: ::goes into his
living room, takes a cigar from his humidor, puts it in a sealed tube, which he
tucks into his uniform::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Yawns as he steps off the bridge turbolift,
wondering just how in God's name he managed to pull tactical duty again as he
sits his black BDU clad butt down at his station. Yes, the tough weapons guy is
sitting. It's early,
Ian Blackthorne: ::inhales a deep
lungful of the humidor's scent::
MajDougMcKnight: and Worf and Tuvok no doubt developed crippling
back problems.::
Ian Blackthorne: ::walks out of his
quarters and enters the TL:: Sickbay.
LCdr TKirr: <<Humans not made for
Tac>>
MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks to Logan quickly before turning to the
replicator:: Anything interesting so far, Ensign? Raktajino, extra sweet.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::glances up, shaking his
head:: No, sir.
MajDougMcKnight: (Hey, Batman defeated Superman! With a grenade!
Awesome!)
LCdr TKirr: <<We have a replicator on the
Bridge??>>
7:50 PM
MajDougMcKnight: (We do now.)
Ian Blackthorne: ((Hey, that's a
good idea. We do now.))
LCdr TKirr: <<rofl>>
MajDougMcKnight: (Heh, what the guy with all the pips said.)
Ian Blackthorne: ::exits the TL and
enters Sickbay::
LCdr TKirr: ::looks up, sitting on the bed,
refusing to lie down::
Ian Blackthorne: ::walks over to
T'Kirr:: Commander, how are you doing?
LCdr TKirr: ::breathes in silently:: Better.
LCdr TKirr: Any sign of the Machen Bren?
Ian Blackthorne: Glad to hear it.
That was a close call.
Ian Blackthorne: Some long range
contact, but they haven't been detecting us as of yet due to a few course
changes.
LCdr TKirr: ::nods absently, gazing off somewhere
beyond Blackthorne's shoulder::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::eyes the replicator::
Ian Blackthorne: Are you sure you're
alright, T'Kirr?
LCdr TKirr: ::blinks, focusing on him:: I will be,
sir. I... will need meditation.
Ian Blackthorne: ::nods:: Do what
you must.
7:55 PM
LCdr TKirr: ::swallows, as if hesitation on
whether she should speak::
LCdr TKirr: <<*hesitating>>
LCdr TKirr: It will... also take time to build
another Mustang.
Ian Blackthorne: There is something
else you wish to speak of? ::picking up on the hesitation, not even bothering
with empathy::
Kiley Airell: ::reading over a few files::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::eyes McKnight's Raktajino
briefly::
Ian Blackthorne: You can fly Lt.
Markus's in the meantime.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks up from his console briefly, where he
is reviewing the long range sensor logs for the last shift:: Something I can do
for you, Ensign?
LCdr TKirr: ::nods:: I will clean them all up
first thing in the morning.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::taken off-guard:: Ah...
no, sir. ::studies his scans entirely too intently::
Ian Blackthorne: Don't worry about
that, they're fine.
Ian Blackthorne: Focus on getting
yourself in shape.
LCdr TKirr: ::appearing about to argue, but then
nods again resignedly::
8:00 PM
Ian Blackthorne: Get some rest,
Commander.
Ian Blackthorne: See you soon.
LCdr TKirr: ::watches him leave::
Ian Blackthorne: ::enters the TL::
Bridge
LCdr TKirr: ::thinks to herself about how her
craft wouldn't have lasted nearly as long without the PST::
MajDougMcKnight: ::Grins softly ashe looks back down at the
readings:: I realize it's a novelty for things Klingon, but in my experience,
raktajino doesn't bite.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::is confused for a
moment, then realizes his look was misinterpreted:: Ah, well, haven't tried it
myself.
Ian Blackthorne: ::Arrives on the
Bridge::
Ian Blackthorne: I have the bridge.
Report.
Kiley Airell: Morning Admiral.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::busies himself at his
console, checking over the continuous scans::
MajDougMcKnight: Seems we had some long range sensor contacts
during the off shift, but so far, our definition of long range is a little more
expansive than theirs. No signs they've spotted us yet.
8:05 PM
MajDougMcKnight: Their search seems to be centering on our last
projected course. The zig zagging course alterations have thrown them off for
the moment.
Ian Blackthorne: Glad to hear it. We
needed a quiet night.
LCdr TKirr: ::closes her eyes and attempts to
relax::
MajDougMcKnight: How's Lieutenant T'Kirr, sir? Having a fighter
shot out from under you isn't exactly my idea of a good time.
Ian Blackthorne: She took some burns
and was pretty shaken up. She'll be alright if she can be convinced to take it
easy.
Kiley Airell: That'll be tough
Ian Blackthorne: Perhaps you could
check in on her, Kiley.
8:10 PM
Kiley Airell: ::chuckles:: somehow I knew you were
going to say that.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::frowns as his console
beeps::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> Sir... several Machen
Bren on long range.
Ian Blackthorne: Alter course,
heading 283 mark four.
LCdr TKirr: Otto Pilot> ::enters the heading
and engages::
LCdr TKirr: ::watches sensors for any sign of
being noticed::
LCdr TKirr: <<*Logan>>
Ian Blackthorne: At least our sensor
range appears to be superior.
8:15 PM
MajDougMcKnight: ::Frowns at his own readings:: That's odd.
Ian Blackthorne: Counselor, please
see to Commander T'Kirr.
Ian Blackthorne: What, Major?
MajDougMcKnight: Hard to tell at warp, sir. Maybe Logan can make
more sense of it. Looked like...some sort of anomylous warp pulse. Could be an
irregularity in the engines of one of our other ships, but I'm trying to
localize it now.
Kiley Airell: ::stands and exits the bridge::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::checks out his
readings::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> At what range did you see
it?
Ian Blackthorne: ::eyes narrow::
Ian Blackthorne: Tactical overlay on
the main viewer.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Pipes his diaplay onto the main viewscreen::
Rough estimate....10 million kilometers distant. Vicinity of that planetary
mass we just passed.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::peers down and runs new
scans over the area::
Kiley Airell: ::heads to sickbay::
Ian Blackthorne: Overlay our course
changes with the recent Machen Bren contacts.
8:20 PM
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::double-checking his
readings:: Whatever it was, sir, I'm not seeing it now.
MajDougMcKnight: ::Plots the courses and curses under his
breath:: They have altered their headings on an intercept course. It's
inconsistent with anything we've seen of their sensor capabilities, but they've
got us, sir.
Ian Blackthorne: How many of them?
Kiley Airell: ::enters sickbay and looks around at
what she used to consider hers::
MajDougMcKnight: It's a little indistinct...we're still talking
extreme range. But my best guess...about a dozen craft. Without cracking their
transponder codes, I can't give you details on the ship types yet.
Ian Blackthorne: Now we know their
sensors aren't that advanced, but they're on an intercept course....
LCdr TKirr: ::recognizes someone's soft approach
as Kiley's, opens her eyes, and turns her head toward the door::
8:25 PM
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::swallows hard::
Kiley Airell: ::sighs softly, wonering if she
really should have left sickbay::
Ian Blackthorne: Helm, fleetwide
major course change. Come to heading 110 mark three.
Ian Blackthorne: Let's see if they
follow.
Kiley Airell: ::shakes out of her own thoughts as
that's not why she really came here::
LCdr TKirr: Couselor?
Kiley Airell: ::looks over to TKirr and smiles::
how are you Commander?
LCdr TKirr: I am better.
LCdr TKirr: ::wonders if Kiley came here
specifically to speak to her::
MajDougMcKnight: Hostile ships are adjusting course, sir.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::nods his confirmation::
MajDougMcKnight: They have to have tagged us somehow...I'm not
getting anything on sensors at the moment, but that warp pulse COULD be
consistent with a ship going in or out of warp...but we'd be talking about a
small one.
Kiley Airell: The Admiral wanted me to come and see
how you were doing.
LCdr TKirr: He just checked himself.
Kiley Airell: ::smiles:: I know.
Ian Blackthorne: A spy ship,
perhaps.
Ian Blackthorne: Time to intercept
from Machen Bren ships?
Kiley Airell: He wants me to make sure that you
take time to relax before returning to duty.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::turns his eyes again to
his readings at the Admiral's mention of a spy ship::
LCdr TKirr: ::nods at Kiley:: I understand.
8:30 PM
Kiley Airell: losing your Mustang can really take a
toll on you . . . especially if you're pulled out of it just before it goes.
Even for Vulcans.
MajDougMcKnight: Given this fleet's present speed...13 hours,
roughly. But spt ship or no, we'll be within their sensor range long before
then, and once that happens, we'll have a devil of a time getting out of it
without another fight.
LCdr TKirr: ::takes a deep, slow breath, thinking
she might as well talk since she was here:: I am not sure why it has affected
me so. I have been in many battles... losing my ship was always a possibility.
Ian Blackthorne: Adjust course to
that warp pulse. Red alert. I want whatever's spying on us found before they're
within sensor range.
LCdr TKirr: ::flinches as Red Alert klaxons
begin::
Kiley Airell: It may have been a possibility. But
still, you come to get attached too it when you're the only one who works on it
and you're the only one who flies it.
MajDougMcKnight: If there IS something tailing us, it's a
stealthy little bastard. We're never gonna find it at warp, especially with the
background warp signatures. A proper search will require us dropping to
impulse. My recommendation is that
Cmdr Shelev: ::Gets woken abruptly by red alert klaxon.::
MajDougMcKnight: we double back to that planetary system. If we
are being tailed, it'll follow. And if and when we find it, we may be able to
use one of the larger planets to mask our warp signatures when we haul ass out
of here.
Kiley Airell: ::really dislikes those Klaxons::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Bashes head, gropes around in flashing red
light for his glasses.::
Cmdr Shelev: +Bridge+ Bridge, Shelev, who's shooting at us
this time?
Ian Blackthorne: I concur. Execute.
LCdr TKirr: ::is compelled to jump off the biobed,
but hesitantly stays put::
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ It is
believed that a stealthed ship is spying on us.
Kiley Airell: Your place is on that biobed right
now Commander.
LCdr TKirr: I know...
8:35 PM
Kiley Airell: but?
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ So we're making even more noise?
LCdr TKirr: ::eyes Kiley ruefully:: It is
'difficult' to relax during Red Alert.
MajDougMcKnight: Helm, turn us about, and drop us out of warp as
soon as we approach the fifth planet.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Stumbles into a uniform and ambles towards
the turbolift.::
Kiley Airell: ::points to the back room:: You can
rest in there, and I will have the computer turn the klaxon's off so you won't
hear them.
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Noise. In
space.
LCdr TKirr: So I won't know when
death will come ::she
thinks to herself::
MajDougMcKnight: Mya apologies, Admiral. It's Earth movies to
blame. Dropping to impulse.
LCdr TKirr: ::slides off the biobed and heads
toward the back room::
Cmdr Shelev: +Blackthorne+ ...what about the lights?
Kiley Airell: ::smiles and follows TKirr:: You
going to be able to meditate knowing we are at Red Alert?
LCdr TKirr: No.
Cmdr Shelev: ::Tells the TL to go to the bridge.::
Ian Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Full
briefing on the bridge.
MajDougMcKnight: Might want to get on the horn, sir. Fleetwide.
We're gonna need some help if we wanna find this thing in a hurry. I estimate
we have 30 minutes, tops, before we're in their sensor range.
Kiley Airell: Well, you should give it a try.
Remember, all of our officers are fully capable.
8:40 PM
Ian Blackthorne: Conservative
estimate, from what I've seen.
LCdr TKirr: ::climbs up onto the cold biobed and
nods:: Yes, I know. But.. you know how it is.
Kiley Airell: Yes, I do. You want to be everywhere
doing everything.
Kiley Airell: Computer, shut down Klaxons from
sounding in sickbay.
Cmdr Shelev: ::TL opens, Shelev stumbles out, visibly
smelling like a targ.::
Ian Blackthorne: Shelev!
LCdr TKirr: ::feels a spike of nervousness as the
sound ceases::
Cmdr Shelev: Report.
LCdr TKirr: <<How do you visibly
smell?>>
Kiley Airell: You okay TKirr? Is something else
bothering you?
Ian Blackthorne: Get on the horn to
the fleet. We need overlapping scans to find a cloaked ship.
LCdr TKirr: ::avoids the first question:: No,
nothing else.
Cmdr Shelev: <<Spend two days on a train from
california to phoenix. >>
LCdr TKirr: Thank you, Counselor. ::makes to
'settle in'::
Kiley Airell: hmmm . . . am I to take it that
you're not alright then?
LCdr TKirr: As I said... I will be.
Cmdr Shelev: Major, get Tagan on the viewer in the
conference room.
Ian Blackthorne: We have 30 minutes.
Kiley Airell: But . . . you aren't now?
MajDougMcKnight: Got him now, Commander. Relaying it to the
conference room.
LCdr TKirr: ::looks quizzically at her:: No, but
you knew that.
8:45 PM
Cmdr Shelev: ::Into the conference room to talk to Tagan
without his post-sleep andorian odor causing fatalities.::
Ian Blackthorne: Once we find this
guy I want a method to reliably scan for them in place.
Cmdr Shelev: Tagan, I need to make this quick. There's a
cloaked ship out there somewhere. It's not one of ours. I need you to tell all
your ships to do a high intensity sensor sweep, as far out as they can.
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::nods obligingly and
busies himself::
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> Do you have any sensor data which
might give us a somewhat more specific idea what configuration of ship we may
be looking for?
Cmdr Shelev: Move the science vessels near the outer edge of
the perimeter if need be. We have 30 minutes before bad things happen.
Kiley Airell: Well, try to get some rest. We can
talk later.
Cmdr Shelev: Stand by, I'll see if I can get it.
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> ::Nods, clearly not pleased with the
delay::
LCdr TKirr: ::nods, eager to be alone, wondering
if she had seemed too cold::
Cmdr Shelev: +Logan+ Ensign, do you have any data we can
give the Xindi as to what they're looking for?
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> +Shelev+ Just that we
picked up an anomylous warp pulse, sir. ::pauses:: We could send them the
original readings.
Cmdr Shelev: +Logan+ Do it.
Ian Blackthorne: ::sits down looking
irritated::
LCdr TKirr: +Shelev+ Aye, sir.
Cmdr Shelev: Tagan, our science officer is sending you the
data right now.
LCdr TKirr: <<*Logan bah>>
MajDougMcKnight: Tagan> ::Looks down at his console with a
furrowed brow:: This won't tell us anything, unless our phantom ship goes to
warp again...well, let's just hope someone gets lucky. Tagan out.
Kiley Airell: ::nods and heads out::
8:50 PM
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::pulls up the original
sensor readout and sends it out::
Ian Blackthorne: We're about there.
Drop from warp.
LCdr TKirr: Otto Pilot> ::complies::
Cmdr Shelev: ::Leaves conference room.:: Tagan is on it. I
give their odds of finding something somewhere between slim and not so slim.
Ian Blackthorne: We'll find the
little bastard, with all of these sensors looking for him.
Ian Blackthorne: He may panic and
jump to warp.
LCdr TKirr: ::mind races, wondering what's going
on uplift::
Kiley Airell: ::talks to one of the nurses to make
sure she keeps an eye on TKirr::
MajDougMcKnight: We've got another warp pulse, sir. Brief, and
weak...but the nearest ship reports no contact.
LCdr TKirr: ::leans back onto the wall and
attempts to get comfortable, but no position suits her::
Ian Blackthorne: Train everything on
that subsector.
Kiley Airell: ::heads out of sickbay, stopping for
one moment at the door and looking back, missing the place.::
8:55 PM
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::combs the area with
sweeps::
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
MajDougMcKnight: ::pauses::
Kiley Airell: ::pauses::
Ian Blackthorne: Commander?
Cmdr Shelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET::
LCdr TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Cmdr Shelev: ((It has been a few weeks))
MajDougMcKnight: ::AA::
9:00 PM
Ian Blackthorne: Alright, next week,
the search continues, under the gun.
Ian Blackthorne: If we can find this
thing and get away in time, we can avoid a fight.
Ian Blackthorne: So good luck to us.
Cmdr Shelev: That means we won't.
Ian Blackthorne: Quiet, antennahead.
Ian Blackthorne: That's all for this
week.
MajDougMcKnight: Ever the optomist.
MajDougMcKnight: Alright, later folks.
Ian Blackthorne: Dismissed!
Cmdr Shelev: Dismissed!
MajDougMcKnight has left this chat.