AIM Chat with Cmdr Shelev, Kiley Airell, MajDougMcKnight.
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
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::
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?
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::
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??>>
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.
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::
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.
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.
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.
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.
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::
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.
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...
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.
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.
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::
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.::
LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::combs the area with sweeps::
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
Ian Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
Kiley Airell: ::pauses::
Ian Blackthorne: Commander?
Cmdr Shelev: ::TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET::
LCdr TKirr: ::AA::
Kiley Airell: ::AA::
Cmdr Shelev: ((It has been a few weeks))
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!
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