Conversation with ussatlantis at 11/21/2006 6:52:22 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)

(6:52:23 PM) cmdr shelev entered the room.
(6:52:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(7:00:33 PM) Kiley Airell entered the room.
(7:01:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: KILEY
(7:04:09 PM) Kiley Airell: surprised, aren't ya?
(7:04:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Quite!
(7:05:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(7:07:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight: So...force choke the tardy Vulcan?
(7:07:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I IMed her and she hasn't answered.
(7:07:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: There she is.
(7:07:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Ah. Force lightning, then.
(7:09:00 PM) LCdr TKirr entered the room.
(7:09:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::force-chokes T'Kirr for being late::
(7:10:51 PM) LCdr TKirr: I was here.. I was just... using the loo...
(7:11:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::drops her:: it was McKnight's idea.
(7:11:27 PM) Kiley Airell: brb
(7:11:39 PM) LCdr TKirr: I'm sure. =/
(7:12:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well then, shall we get started?
(7:12:56 PM) LCdr TKirr: Might as well!
(7:13:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Indeed.
(7:13:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Everyone's here!!
(7:13:11 PM) cmdr shelev: I hope someone has a plan
(7:13:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Guess we'll find out!
(7:13:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yep
(7:14:30 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pops popcorn on the warp core::
(7:14:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight we were diverted from our course back to Earth.
(7:15:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Morris tranferred to the Discovery who will take him back to Earth.
(7:16:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Zuriyev diverted us to the planet of Benzoa, a trade hub that isn't in Federation space, but is quite busy nonetheless.
(7:17:03 PM) cmdr shelev: briefing plz
(7:17:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The rest will come in-sim. We're entering the outer reaches of the Benzoa system to begin.
(7:18:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:18:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:18:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:18:26 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::back on duty, manning Science on the Bridge, looking as impassionate as ever::
(7:18:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::walks onto the bridge, looking irritated::
(7:18:53 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods:: Admiral.
(7:19:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Commander. ::nods to T'Kirr::
(7:19:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns to Shelev:: Senior staff to the conference room, please.
(7:20:26 PM) cmdr shelev: Aye.
(7:20:45 PM) cmdr shelev: +Shipwide+ Senior staff to bridge conference room.
(7:21:39 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::gives her console one last tap, before walking over to the conference room door::
(7:21:53 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Kiley may still be afk))
(7:22:10 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Into the conference room, onto the usual window seat.::
(7:22:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Confirms that the system's defenses, both automated and otherwise, have recognized their transponder signal and not powered up batteries before handing his station over to a second and enters the next room, taking is customary
(7:22:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns the bridge over to Lt. Conveniently There and heads into the CR::
(7:22:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::settles herself in a chair along the inner wall::
(7:22:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: seat:: So, what rousing fun has the Admiralty got planned for us this time?
(7:23:49 PM) Kiley Airell: ::Enters the CR and takes a seat::
(7:24:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, diplomacy, our favorite task.
(7:24:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Grimaces:: Ah, yes. Something of a hobby of mine, really.
(7:24:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then. Dress uniforms. Benzoa is a trade hub that the Federation is interested in securing rights to at least dock here.
(7:25:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We're the envoy.
(7:25:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The planet's government is a bureaucracy of the worst sort.
(7:26:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Constant paper pushing, permits to do anything that are never issued, et cetera.
(7:26:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: So, when you say dress uniforms, you're talking to...
(7:26:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The sort of world that the Federation doesn't want as members, but they do want to trade.
(7:26:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: All of us.
(7:27:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Ah. Of course.
(7:27:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Here's the kicker.
(7:27:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: They won't allow Atlantis to approach.
(7:27:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So we have to assume station-keeping at the edge of the system, and they will send a shuttle to pick us up.
(7:28:08 PM) cmdr shelev: Come into my parlor said the fly to the spider.
(7:28:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I don't like it either, but I have my orders.
(7:29:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So, is everyone clear on the mission?
(7:29:50 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::perks a brow and sits a little straighter, but otherwise shows nothing::
(7:30:10 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods::
(7:30:24 PM) Kiley Airell: I suppose I can't just stay in my sickbay, can I?
(7:30:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: No, you're coming too Doc.
(7:30:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I have a feeling we'll need a doctor.
(7:30:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: For what it's worth, unless the paper pushers have gone completely loco, we should be fairly safe in the upper city. All accounts I've read of the place say it gets less squeaky clean the further down you go.
(7:31:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Right, and we're not going down there.
(7:31:29 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Not that I suggest going in completely unarmed, but then I've never given that advice in my life.
(7:31:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We are allowed our weapons, as a gesture of trust.
(7:32:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Grins:: I'll bring a little one, just to be neighborly.
(7:32:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::chuckles: If that's all, dress uniforms in transporter one, in twenty minutes.
(7:32:56 PM) cmdr shelev: Right...
(7:33:02 PM) Kiley Airell: Just the dress uniforms and not the Dress Whites?
(7:33:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Class A standards.
(7:33:27 PM) Kiley Airell: damn, the dress whites are more comfortable
(7:33:41 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::rises from her seat::
(7:33:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Don't I know it.
(7:34:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::exits back onto the bridge and notes their coordinates:: All stop.
(7:34:19 PM) Kiley Airell: ::stands and heads to sickbay to pack::
(7:34:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Harper+ Commander Harper to the bridge.
(7:34:41 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::makes her way to her quarters, after a quick stop at Science::
(7:34:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::exits the TL just as the Admiral calls her:: Yessir.
(7:34:45 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Piles into the TL with the rest of the senior staff heading down.::
(7:34:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::always wonders how she does that::
(7:35:17 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::tries not to stand too close to Shelev::
(7:35:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Commander, you have the Atlantis until we return from this diplomatic envoy. Take care of her, we shouldn't be too long.
(7:36:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Aye Admiral, safe travels.
(7:36:19 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Snickers as he leans against the turbolift wall:: Sucks to be you guys. Star Fleet dress uniforms...ouch.
(7:36:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: EnsLogan> ::enters the Bridge, finding Science empty and takes the station::
(7:36:32 PM) Kiley Airell: ::enters sickbay and starts packing all sorts of goodies into her "atlantis special" med kit::
(7:36:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sits down in Ian's chair and looks damn comfortable there:
(7:36:46 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::hands behind back, turns to give McKnight a look::
(7:36:54 PM) cmdr shelev: I thought you were coming.
(7:37:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Sadly, that's what it sounded like to me too. The Marine Corps just has nicer uniforms.
(7:37:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TL and directs it to his quarters::
(7:38:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::steps out as the lift lands and opens::
(7:38:29 PM) cmdr shelev: Uniforms is uniforms.
(7:38:44 PM) cmdr shelev: Some are just harder to clean.
(7:39:00 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Ambles off to his quarters to change::
(7:39:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Chuckles as the turbolift comes to his deck:: And some don't make you look like you should be waiting tables. Seeya in ten, Commander.
(7:39:20 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::enters her quarters after a short walk and gets ready
(7:39:43 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters his quarters and gets into his Class A::
(7:40:17 PM) Kiley Airell: ::is amazed how everything fits into the tiny bag . . . of course, if the bag were bigger, there would be more supplies stuffed into it::
(7:40:34 PM) Kiley Airell: ::takes the kit and heads to her quarters to change into the Class As::
(7:41:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets his sidearm and puts into the dress holster::
(7:41:50 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::exits her quarters minutes later and heads to TR1::
(7:42:11 PM) Kiley Airell: ::quickly changes and heads to the transporter room::
(7:42:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Strolling into his quarters, McKnight pauses briefly to avoid stepping on the cat as he rubs up against his ankles by way of greeting, then crosses over to his closet, pulling out the plastic bag that contains his seldom worn, but
(7:42:34 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Returns to TR1 in spiffy new dress uniform.::
(7:42:56 PM) MajDougMcKnight: fortunately ironed dress uniform.:: On the whole, I'd say you're in for the nicer night, fuzz ball.
(7:43:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::exits his quarters in class A's and heads to the TR::
(7:43:52 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::enters the transporter room, appearing pristine and perfect, if she does think so herself::
(7:44:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Minutes later, McKnight stands before his mirror, combing back his hair quickly before adding the hat to what, on the whole, rather resembles what they used to refer to as Air Force Blues in his country of origin. Taking a quick
(7:45:16 PM) MajDougMcKnight: look and finding everything in place, he makes his exit, and dashes off to join the others::
(7:46:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::enters the TR and waits for the party to assemble::
(7:47:20 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((24 scout lfg))
(7:47:44 PM) cmdr shelev: ((mt))
(7:47:48 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Almost reflexively straightens his necktie a bit as he walks through the automatic double doors:: All I can say is I hope they serve some decent booze. We're all going to be needing it before long.
(7:48:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Glances sideways at T'Kirr:: Well, some of us, anyway.
(7:48:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Looks like we're all here.
(7:48:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::in response, picks at a piece of lint on Blackthorne's uniform, imaginary or otherwise::
(7:48:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Harper+ Has the Benzoan ship come along side?
(7:49:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Blackthorne+ Yes, Admiral, they're ready to receive transport.
(7:49:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::steps onto the pad::
(7:49:58 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::waits to be transported::
(7:50:29 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Steps onto the pad.:: Well, these folks are prompt. I'll give em that.
(7:50:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Harper+ Thank you. Blackthorne out.
(7:50:49 PM) cmdr shelev: Are we doomed this time?
(7:50:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Energize. ::doesn't reply::
(7:51:33 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> We appear aboard a well appointed small passenger shuttle, about four rows of five seats.
(7:52:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The pilot, a nicely-groomed human fellow, appears from the cockpit.
(7:52:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Pilot> Welcome aboard. I'm Captain Harris, please settle in for the short flight in.
(7:52:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Admiral Blackthorne, thank you Captain. ::smiles disarmingly::
(7:53:18 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Grabs a window seat again.::
(7:53:19 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::winds around and picks a seat, somewhere in the middle::
(7:53:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> :goes back up front to spin up the engines again and looks at Atlantis out the window in awe::
(7:53:46 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Does just that, finding himself pleasantly surprised by the accomodations as he settles back into his seat, marvelling at the leg room:: Any chance of an in flight movie, Captain?
(7:54:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes an aisle seat and leans back a bit::
(7:54:42 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::is pleased to find they wouldn't be all crammed together::
(7:55:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I hope the flight isn't that long.
(7:56:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: He did say it is short.
(7:56:13 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> ::jumps to warp and heads on into the system::
(7:56:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris>> ::making about warp two::
(7:57:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::sits comfortably, wishing she had a PADD to read, and briefly considers taking out her scanner just for something to look at::
(7:58:51 PM) Kiley Airell: (gotta run . . . work)
(7:58:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris>> ::transmits his flight plan in, in triplicate, to space traffic control::
(7:59:06 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Watches a lot of nothing out the window.::
(7:59:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Bye, Kiley!))
(7:59:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The little liner approaches the planet after about twenty minutes.
(7:59:58 PM) Kiley Airell left the room.
(8:00:36 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Fiddles with his seatbelt as they approach, wishing he had some peanuts or something.::
(8:01:10 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Omg, I forgot my seatbelt, I don't wanna die))
(8:01:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The little liner drops from warp.
(8:01:34 PM) cmdr shelev: ((What is this advanced form of space travel that has seatbelts.))
(8:01:50 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Dunno but I'm not using it 'cause it'd wrinkle my dress uniform))
(8:01:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> ::gets landing clearance and begins the re-entry sequence:
(8:01:58 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (I've been watching too much BSG, and just picture Colonial One. Bite me.)
(8:02:06 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::perks up as they drop from warp::
(8:02:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::leans over and eyes the planet out the window::
(8:03:43 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> :As the shuttle hits the atmosphere, its holds steady at first, until after a few moments, the distinctly disheartening popping sound of some system crapping out is heard.
(8:03:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris>> Uh oh.
(8:04:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Uh-oh?
(8:04:08 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks over in the direction of said sound.:: Well, I hope that was nothing imp-
(8:04:11 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::grabs the armrests::
(8:04:11 PM) cmdr shelev: That was the sonic boom, right?
(8:04:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> Hang on back there, this is going to be rough!
(8:04:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Gets thrown to the side as the ship lists to the side, and begins an uncontrolled fall:: Shit!
(8:04:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((rofl Shelev))
(8:04:35 PM) cmdr shelev: Oh, fuck.
(8:04:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::makes damn sure he's buckled in::
(8:05:09 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::barely keeps herself from being tossed::
(8:05:29 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Can't find the seatbelts in time, falls between the two rows of seats, grabs onto the framing of a seat.::
(8:05:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((McKnight wins =/))
(8:05:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> ::sweating as he tries to control the shuttle::
(8:06:10 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Thank God for seat belts:: Is this what you people call the friendly skies?!!
(8:06:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> The good news is that we aren't going to burn up!
(8:06:59 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pulls herself back into her seat, deathgrip on the armrests, and can't help but thing someone really, really wants them dead::
(8:06:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Someone else ask. I don't want to know.
(8:07:07 PM) cmdr shelev: I can guess!
(8:07:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> ::doesn't elaborate on the bad news::
(8:08:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Crash positions back there, this isn't going to be an elegant landing?
(8:08:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: !!!
(8:08:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (and that was Harris)
(8:08:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks out the window.:: He has to admit, this view of the gigantic urban landscape sprawled out across the continent below would be pretty spectacular if not for the imminent peril of redcorating it with their scattered corpses.:
(8:08:51 PM) cmdr shelev: ::A flurry of activity that can only be described as "what the fuck is crash position in this thing"::
(8:08:59 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::straps herself in and prepares for the worst::
(8:09:15 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris>> ::aiming for the lesser parts of town because he'd never hear the end of it if he crashed into a nice building::
(8:09:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::tucks his head down and covers up with his arms::
(8:09:30 PM) cmdr shelev: ((DON'T LAND IN THE FUCKING SWAMP))
(8:09:51 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Mimicks the Admiral because he seems to know what he's doing.::
(8:10:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::has crashed a few times before::
(8:10:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> ::pitches the nose up just a little as they fall through 1000 meters::
(8:10:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris> Thanks for small miracles... here it comes!
(8:10:47 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Watches one of these instances himself, and figures the CAG sure as hell better know what to do. Cue the tucking::
(8:10:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::waits for the collision, the 'not knowing' being the worst::
(8:11:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The liner hits, mostly belly first, crashing down through several layers of platforms, tossing everyone around violently with lots of smoke and oh god he;lp
(8:13:05 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::meeps::
(8:13:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> COMMERCIAL BREAK.
(8:13:31 PM) cmdr shelev: ((fog))
(8:13:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> "Buckle up. It's the law, lowlife!"
(8:14:11 PM) cmdr shelev: ((How do i belted seat))
(8:14:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> When we return the camera pans over a shuttle interior that's destroyed, crap is everywhere, smoke, darkness, etc.
(8:15:18 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pulls her head up, blinking at the smoke::
(8:15:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::lifts his head and takes inventory of himself::
(8:15:46 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::coughs:: Sound off!
(8:15:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::hasn't moved yet:;
(8:16:06 PM) cmdr shelev: I can't find my head!
(8:16:13 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::clears her throat, choking a little:: I'm all right.
(8:16:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::cough cough cough::
(8:16:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Tries, and for the moment fails to force himself to rise from his crash position. He didn't actually hit his head on anything, but damned if all that violent jolting wasn't just as bad as getting belted repeatedly on the noggin::
(8:16:53 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::unbelts herself and carefully gets to her feet::
(8:17:19 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Poor Shelev bruised his antennae))
(8:17:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::blinks in the acrid smoky air:
(8:17:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::undoes his belt and fumbles to his feet::
(8:18:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :::has a helluva headache::
(8:18:14 PM) MajDougMcKnight: God...I am SO not choosing this airline next time.
(8:18:19 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pushes aside something large and heavy and slowly moves towards where Blackthorne's coughing came from::
(8:18:42 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Untangles himself, tries to stand up, has no sense of balance due to missing antenna, fails.::
(8:19:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Captain Harris, are you alright up there/
(8:19:27 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::After fumbling unsuccessfully a few times, McKnight finally manages to unbuckle himself, only to fall face first against the seat in front of him.:: Ow. What about the- right, that guy.
(8:19:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::whips out her scanner, wincing at the bruise it made at her hip during the crash, and blinks at the glow, smoke wafting over it::
(8:20:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::makes his way over some debris toward the cockpit, wincing in pain as something has hurt his leg but he can't see what::
(8:20:56 PM) LCdr TKirr: Logan> ::plays Solitaire at Science, breathing in a sigh of boredom::
(8:21:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::lifts the cockpit door out of the way since it's only on one hinge::
(8:21:24 PM) cmdr shelev: ((AHAHAHAHH what was this random cutaway of the bridge))
(8:21:34 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((cue elevator music))
(8:21:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::finds Harris, still clenching the flight controls, but very very dead::
(8:21:51 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Finally forces his way to his feet, suddenly letting in air with a pained hiss as his hand instinctively flies to his chest. It would seem as though he didn't come away from all that jolting entirely unscathed after all.::
(8:22:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Head trauma.
(8:23:01 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Totters dizzyingly towards a random window with a crack in it.::
(8:23:10 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: His landing did save us though. Thank you, Captain. ::salutes and moves off::
(8:23:20 PM) cmdr shelev: Major, some assistance if you please. ::Pulls at a loose chair.::
(8:23:35 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::following her scanner, finds the exit and attempts to open it, but it's stuck::
(8:23:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns back:: Captain's dead. Let's get out of here to some fresh air.
(8:23:55 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Lifts the chair to throw it at the window.::
(8:24:02 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Can't lift shit.::
(8:24:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::moves to help T'Kirr with the door::
(8:24:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: Here, help me with this. ::shoves against the door again::
(8:24:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::still rather unware of his own condition aside from some pain here and there::
(8:24:40 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Winces as he assesses his condition. At least one rib broken, possibly two.:: You know, Commander, we carry these rather powerful energy weapons for a reason.
(8:24:47 PM) cmdr shelev: OK, that's a better idea.
(8:24:52 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: No, don't fire.
(8:24:56 PM) cmdr shelev: Or not.
(8:24:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: We don't know what gas might be venting in here.
(8:25:17 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Is that scanner still working? Let's find out.
(8:25:21 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::coughs at his point, pointing at her scanner and nodding as she can't quite speak::
(8:25:33 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Takes the scanner and pres butan::
(8:25:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: :would kill for a drink of water right about now::
(8:26:00 PM) cmdr shelev: ...OK, someone decide if we're going to break the door or the window.
(8:26:09 PM) cmdr shelev: Quickly.
(8:26:21 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Coughs as the smoke tries working its way into his lungs, then immediately regrets it. Damn, he likes his ribs so much better intact.::
(8:26:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The door, it's designed to open.
(8:26:47 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Could really use Kiley about now, heh))
(8:27:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Oh yeah, that's right. Deadbeat doc!)
(8:27:12 PM) cmdr shelev: ((Doc's unconcious :v))
(8:27:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((We'll assume shes conked out but alive and carry her out.))
(8:27:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::begins working at forcing the door::
(8:27:35 PM) LCdr TKirr: On three. One, two...
(8:27:42 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::shoves hard on the door::
(8:27:50 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Hurls self at door.::
(8:28:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The door finally gives up its seal and pushed outward into a dark street.
(8:28:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((glad we didn't land upsidedown))
(8:28:49 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Helped as well. Stupid slow typing.::
(8:28:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> A crowd of onlookers scatters.
(8:29:04 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((I'm glad the door could fit all four of us across =P))
(8:29:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes a breath of ... fresh-ish... air:::
(8:29:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Glares at said running bums:: Well, so much for the whole Good Samaritan thing.
(8:29:40 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::regaining her footing, peers at her scanner, glancing down both directinos of the street::
(8:30:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets back in and scoops up Kiley's unonscious form, wincing in several kinds of pain:: Rrrrgh.
(8:30:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::points:: This way towards the city center.
(8:30:54 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::brushes pointlessly at her uniform::
(8:31:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: And several thousand feet up from there.
(8:31:24 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods in resignation::
(8:31:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::emerges carrying Kiley in a fireman's carry::
(8:31:40 PM) cmdr shelev: There a taxi here?
(8:32:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks around and up through the hole they created::
(8:32:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: If there is, I somehow doubt they would be willing to escort us.
(8:33:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks around, the view of this...yeah, dump is a fair description:: I don't think Batman would come here.
(8:33:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shakes his head, realizing how hopelessly obscure that reference is:: I mean, we're on out own.
(8:33:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::sees Kiley has her medical bag clenched in a tight fist:: Let's first get somewhere to patch ourselves up.
(8:34:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I doubt there's a hospital down here.
(8:34:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: There's an area free of locals about forty meters in this direction. ::scanner in arm extended::
(8:36:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That building? ::gestures with a free arm and discovers it hurts::
(8:36:30 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods:: It would be a quiet place to... 'camp'.
(8:36:39 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Let's move out.
(8:36:51 PM) cmdr shelev: Don't mind us, we're just... folks.
(8:37:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::watches two men skulking in the distance, eyeing them but giving a wide berth::
(8:37:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::moves toward the empty building:::
(8:38:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::follows at their limping pace::
(8:38:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> We enter the building and it's run down, musty, and decrepit, but thankfully empty.
(8:39:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((So are your antennae really missing o.O))
(8:39:13 PM) cmdr shelev: ((One of them is gone, which means I pull to the right))
(8:39:27 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ((Lucklly they grow back. :v: )
(8:39:34 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((oh hell, you're worthelss =/))
(8:39:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::puts Kiley down as gently as he can manage::
(8:39:56 PM) cmdr shelev: ((Yes in about two months))
(8:39:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Stays at the doorway, and looks out in both directions:: Someone take over watch. You'd rather have Kiley, but I know my way around a med kit.
(8:40:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Shelev, your eyes are good?
(8:40:22 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods and approaches McKnight::
(8:40:29 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Cleans glasses.:: Now they are.
(8:40:34 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Get on watch then.
(8:40:38 PM) cmdr shelev: Aye.
(8:40:50 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::pries the medical bag from Kiley's clenched fist::
(8:41:04 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::sets the scanner to bleep if anyone comes within range, then holds it out for Shelev::
(8:41:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::checks his phaser out of habit::
(8:41:20 PM) cmdr shelev: ::Takes the scanner, meanders over to the window, wipes some soot off of it, and pulls up a busted chair to watch.::
(8:41:59 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::wanders toward Kiley and those attending her, sitting carefully nearby, in case she's needed::
(8:41:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:42:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:42:03 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:42:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Paused::
(8:42:07 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
(8:42:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well well, that was fun.
(8:42:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Indeed. Poor Harris.
(8:43:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah, do we have to stop =P
(8:43:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Harris did his job and saved us all. :patriot:
(8:43:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Well, we can keep going if everyone wants to.
(8:43:48 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I just figured it was an hour and a half already.
(8:43:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: be honest, I haven't eaten yet, so...
(8:44:08 PM) cmdr shelev: There is not much to sim here other than "o shit my arm :("
(8:44:08 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::passes McKnight some popcorn::
(8:44:14 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: See, yeah, we needed to stop. :)
(8:44:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Next week though.
(8:44:24 PM) LCdr TKirr: Just saying we were on a roll =)
(8:44:26 PM) cmdr shelev: We need kielly
(8:44:30 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah we do
(8:44:37 PM) LCdr TKirr: Hopefully she can wake up soon
(8:44:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Bug her constantly this coming week to ensure she makes it next week.
(8:44:44 PM) LCdr TKirr: And do what she does best
(8:44:56 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Seriously, we have lots for her to do this time.
(8:45:12 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah, she'll have to read what she missed just to know our injuries hehe
(8:46:29 PM) LCdr TKirr: I'm hoping we get to learn a bit more about a character in an upcoming sim.. *wink wink*
(8:46:48 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Anyway...I need to go see about that food. Good sim, folks.
(8:46:53 PM) cmdr shelev: night
(8:46:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay. That's all folks!
(8:46:58 PM) cmdr shelev: now back to dorf fortress
(8:47:04 PM) MajDougMcKnight left the room.
(8:47:08 PM) LCdr TKirr: Night.
(8:47:08 PM) cmdr shelev: since it runs under wine :o
(8:47:44 PM) LCdr TKirr left the room.
(8:47:48 PM) cmdr shelev left the room.