Conversation with ussatlantis at 12/11/2007 7:01:20 PM on VAdm Blackthorne (aim)

(7:01:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne entered the room.
(7:02:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(7:02:53 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Hey.
(7:02:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yo
(7:03:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hopefully AIM cooperates tonight.
(7:03:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Yeah. Rach is over here, trying to connect wirelessly with her laptop. Hopefully, that cooperates too.
(7:03:46 PM) LCdr TKirr entered the room.
(7:03:50 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Evening.
(7:03:56 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya T'K
(7:06:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: Hi
(7:07:06 PM) lordxarph entered the room.
(7:07:08 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Give that girl a network cable, Mike :v
(7:07:25 PM) lordxarph: ok cmdr shelev no longer talks to aim for some reason
(7:07:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Uh-oh
(7:08:20 PM) MajDougMcKnight: He didn't know what a network cable looked like! :-(
(7:08:22 PM) MajDougMcKnight: <--Rachel
(7:08:29 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Dammit Mike
(7:09:17 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Yeah, he totally sucks.
(7:10:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Any luck with that? :)
(7:10:53 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Die in a ditch.
(7:11:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: <-----Not Rachel. :-)
(7:11:06 PM) lordxarph: welcome to internet
(7:11:40 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: The internet is a cold cold palce.
(7:12:27 PM) LCdr TKirr: Like the space between dimensions.
(7:13:35 PM) lordxarph: brb
(7:13:35 PM) lordxarph left the room.
(7:15:23 PM) lordxarph entered the room.
(7:15:37 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Looks like they figured out internets.
(7:16:05 PM) Lt Percy Busard entered the room.
(7:16:10 PM) MajDougMcKnight: It turned out that Sir Schmoopypants was just a complete tool.
(7:16:10 PM) Lt Percy Busard: BWAHAHAHA
(7:16:12 PM) Lt Percy Busard: I mean, hi.
(7:16:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: okay who is talking where
(7:16:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Im in ur base?
(7:17:02 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, looks like we're good to go as long as AIM will let us. :v:
(7:17:03 PM) lordxarph: ok adium nightly doesn't fix shelev
(7:17:11 PM) lordxarph: brb because debug adium is omg
(7:17:14 PM) lordxarph left the room.
(7:17:19 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: or not
(7:17:35 PM) lordxarph entered the room.
(7:17:40 PM) lordxarph: ok back for the duration
(7:17:54 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then
(7:18:21 PM) Lt Percy Busard left the room.
(7:18:44 PM) lordxarph: that one wasnt my fault
(7:18:58 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Yes it was
(7:19:12 PM) lordxarph: no the next disconnect is my fault
(7:19:14 PM) lordxarph: but not that one
(7:20:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: So yeah my week's been pretty much eventful
(7:20:27 PM) LCdr TKirr: No logs for me
(7:20:40 PM) LCdr TKirr: like my friend getting hit by a car in our parking lot
(7:20:43 PM) LCdr TKirr: -_-
(7:20:44 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Oh my :(
(7:20:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Is your friend okay?
(7:20:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: And now Disney won't let him work
(7:20:59 PM) LCdr TKirr: bastards
(7:21:02 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Craaap.
(7:21:10 PM) LCdr TKirr: Yeah his foot got ran over and got staples in his head
(7:21:14 PM) MajDougMcKnight: <---Totally Mike. Totally.
(7:21:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: Well, on his head
(7:21:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Will you two preface your chat with who is typing
(7:21:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Rachel: *sigh* Fine
(7:21:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: Wait... what?
(7:22:12 PM) LCdr TKirr: That's... confusing. o.O
(7:22:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Rachel is at Mike's place failing to internet on her laptop
(7:22:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: My laptop sucks balls. It is a very gay laptop.
(7:22:44 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ^Rachel^
(7:22:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: I'll bet that AIM ends up kicking us out again too, but here's hoping.
(7:22:53 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: So shall we?
(7:23:08 PM) LCdr TKirr: I did not care to know about your laptop's sexual preferences.
(7:23:34 PM) lordxarph: ACTION> A police call box appears on the bridge. A dapper man in a suit comes out, declares, "LET THE GAMES BEGIN! HAHAHAH!"
(7:23:45 PM) lordxarph: ACTION> He re-enters the police box which promptly leaves.
(7:24:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: Guess he didn't wanna watch?
(7:25:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight Percy's ex is being smarmy at us, while we've arrived in the newly discovered system to totally routinely categorize the life here.
(7:25:28 PM) MajDougMcKnight: And totally not blow up.
(7:25:43 PM) LCdr TKirr: I like not blowing up. =D
(7:25:47 PM) LCdr TKirr: That's my favorite part
(7:25:56 PM) MajDougMcKnight: R: Aw, what a pity.
(7:26:49 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
(7:27:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then
(7:27:30 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEgiN SIM
(7:27:31 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:27:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(7:28:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::on the bridge, looking briefly at a brownish-green planet on the viewer:: Hm.
(7:29:21 PM) MajDougMcKnight: P: *In Engineering, doing Engineering-y things.*
(7:29:31 PM) lordxarph: ::In the XO's office. I am sure that one exists somewhere.::
(7:30:20 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to T'Kirr:: Lifesigns/
(7:30:21 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ?
(7:30:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::appears on the Bridge one minute late (gasp!) and walks to her station, looking somewhat tired (gasp!)::
(7:30:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((damn it are you R or P?))
(7:31:00 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Ah, T'Kirr, nice of you to join us.
(7:31:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::McKnight is on the bridge for once, at tactical. Marcus is in the provided quarters, typing away at the provided console.::
(7:31:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::smiles::
(7:31:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::opening her login and scanning the planet:: Yes, there appears to be a variety of copper--... ::frowns:: One moment.
(7:32:00 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks back up:: Carbon-based species.
(7:32:05 PM) lordxarph: ::Reading messages.:: "Bulkhead sixteen on deck twelve has chipped paint."
(7:32:22 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Sentient?
(7:32:26 PM) LCdr TKirr: No, none.
(7:33:12 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::discreetly double-checks::
(7:33:16 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes answer.:: "Bulkhead sixteen is twelve meters from janitor's closet. Said closet contains paint. Report when bulkhead is painted."
(7:34:41 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Anything else interesting about them?
(7:35:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> Just then, Random Ensign 15 replicates himself a sandwich. Said sandwich is 100% nerve gas.
(7:36:44 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::perks a brow, fingers dancing over console:: I'm doing a more in-depth scan now over the northern continent. Fauna include humanoid-size insects and many many snakes.
(7:37:18 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::stops tapping and blinks at her screen:: Not snakes... worms.
(7:37:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Is there some trouble with the sensors?
(7:38:05 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::doesn't look up:: Not to my knowledge.
(7:39:10 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::starts as her console makes a very loud bleep::
(7:39:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Percy quirks an eyebrow at RE15, but doesn't react to his apparent being in pain. Mostly because he's an ensign, and therefore worthless::
(7:40:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::acts like it never happened, scanning away::
(7:41:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((McKnight, what room is that in?))
(7:41:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Is there something wrong?
(7:41:21 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ((Uh...Engineering? Maybe?))
(7:41:48 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "ALERT> VITAL SIGNS ON ENSIGN 0.15 DROPPING"
(7:42:19 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes reply.:: "Please unsubscribe me from medical alerts for officers under Leiutenant."
(7:42:59 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (test)
(7:43:37 PM) lordxarph: (pass)
(7:45:15 PM) LCdr TKirr: No, Admiral.
(7:46:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::narrows his eyebrows:: Let me know when we can move on to the next planet.
(7:46:52 PM) LCdr TKirr: Scan should be complete in two point three minutes.
(7:46:58 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "Stop that."
(7:47:07 PM) lordxarph: :pwn:
(7:47:38 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes reply:: "Restate request."
(7:47:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::re-reads the timer as three point two minutes, and hopes no one notices the extra time::
(7:48:56 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Back in his quarters, Marcus rises to his feet and crosses to his attache case, from which he removes a nondescript isolinear chip, taking it in hand as he exits and crosses to the nearest turbolift:: Deck 10. Tertiary ODN
(7:48:59 PM) MajDougMcKnight: junction.
(7:49:32 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "Stop scanning us. Seriously.::
(7:49:39 PM) lordxarph: :pwn:
(7:50:11 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes reply.:: "I have forwarded your request to the proper authorities."
(7:50:28 PM) lordxarph: ::Forwards message to Blackthorne and T'Kirr's mailboxes.::
(7:50:34 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ XO to bridge.
(7:51:07 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::hears mailbox bleep and moves to check mail, but smacks the "stop scan" button instead::
(7:51:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Bridge.
(7:51:44 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::restarts the scan quickly and shuts her eyes briefly::
(7:52:01 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ Check your mailbox. I sent it to T'Kirr's too. I don't know what to make of it but it arrived the instant the last scan started.
(7:52:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Shelev+ What the hell are you talking about.
(7:52:47 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::A minute later, Marcus opens the proper access hatch, and makes his way to the desired junction. There, he inserts the isolinear chip in a conveniently placed slot, and some Berlioz starts piping over the speaker. Because it was
(7:53:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: a music recording, and that's it. On an unrelated note, he twirls his moustache before going to work.::
(7:53:21 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ Someone messaged the complaint box the instant we started scanning telling us to stop.
(7:53:45 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Shelev+ There's nothing but bugs and snakes or worms down there.
(7:53:57 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ Can I quote you on that?
(7:54:02 PM) LCdr TKirr: (His speaker, or everyone's, McKnight?)
(7:54:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Shelev+ No.
(7:54:18 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ ...right.
(7:54:47 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes message.:: "Are you a bug, a snake, or a worm?"
(7:55:23 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "Are you dense? Stop scanning or we will become very cross and send more aggressive messages."
(7:55:51 PM) lordxarph: :pwn:
(7:55:55 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (It's just playing in that area)
(7:56:55 PM) lordxarph: ::Writes message.:: "If this is a joke, congratulations. If this is not a joke, then mind that my superior does not care about aggressive messaging. That is why this is my job and not his."
(7:58:01 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::attempts to meditate on the spot::
(7:58:16 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at the viewer:: I almost appreciate this quiet mission.
(7:58:18 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "I hope you get an itchy rash as annoying as the ones your scanning is causing us."
(7:58:28 PM) lordxarph: :pwn:
(7:58:43 PM) MajDougMcKnight left the room.
(7:59:00 PM) lordxarph: ::forwards last message to T'Kirr at high priority and does NOT cc blackthorne.::
(7:59:19 PM) MajDougMcKnight entered the room.
(7:59:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::starts out of her quiet moment as her console bleeps urgently::
(7:59:25 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (WB)
(7:59:31 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Thanks. AIM sucks)
(7:59:32 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns:: Something wrong?
(7:59:48 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::opens her mailbox successfully::
(8:00:32 PM) LCdr TKirr: According to a message according to Shelev, my scanning is causing someone an... ::squints:: "itchy rash"...
(8:00:57 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Percy wonders briefly why it is that her sensors are indicating that classical music is playing on the Deck 10 loudspeakers, before muttering something about stupid malfunctions and heading up.::
(8:01:34 PM) lordxarph: ACTION> The planet blinks.
(8:01:36 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: A what.
(8:01:56 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::eyes go wide::
(8:02:33 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::points at the screen Blackthorne's not looking at, but of course, she's not faster than a blink::
(8:03:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns::
(8:03:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay.
(8:03:22 PM) LCdr TKirr: Admiral, it just...
(8:03:57 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "We are the Calderon. We are neither bug, snake, nor worm. We are here. You are not here. We wish this to remain so."
(8:03:58 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> Just then, T'Kirr's console registers the scanning beam rapidly ramping up in intensity.
(8:04:20 PM) lordxarph: :pwn:
(8:04:38 PM) lordxarph: ::Grabs his PADD and goes straight to bridge, do not pass go, do not collect $200.::
(8:04:52 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::finds her console telling her very bad things and attempts to stop it::
(8:05:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: What the bloody hell is going on?
(8:05:26 PM) lordxarph: ::Barges onto the bridge and hands his PADD to Blackthorne.:: OK, this is getting ludicrous.
(8:05:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> Her button mashing, to the surprise of no one, is to no avail. The scanning beam continues to build in intensity.
(8:05:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::reads::: What.
(8:05:45 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::manages to create overlapping scans::
(8:06:06 PM) lordxarph: ACTION> The planet turns red. Very, very red.
(8:06:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: Admiral, the deflector dish is not responding, and it's... ::gulps::
(8:06:38 PM) LCdr TKirr: I can't stop scanning!
(8:06:51 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Busard+ Bridge to engineering!
(8:07:08 PM) lordxarph: ::Yanks the PADD back and writes a reply.:: "We are trying to stop our scan. Technical difficulties. Please stand by."
(8:07:26 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::looks for the off switch::
(8:07:29 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::So on her way back up by now:: +Bridge+ Yes, sir?
(8:08:17 PM) lordxarph: Calderon> You have <foreign unit of time>.
(8:08:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Busard+ We're unable to stop scanning this planet. Why?
(8:08:55 PM) lordxarph: They say we have... some amount of time to turn the thing off. I don't know how long.
(8:09:09 PM) lordxarph: Also, I recommend turning the ship so the deflector is not facing the ANGRY RED PLANET.
(8:09:47 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Red? ::turns:: What.
(8:09:55 PM) lordxarph: Eh-heh.
(8:10:07 PM) lordxarph: I think we accidentally pissed something off.
(8:10:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::logs out of her console::
(8:10:40 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Heads towards the scanning console in Engineering, examining it:: +Bridge+ Craap. Sir, the scanning controls have shorted. We can't turn them off from inside the ship.
(8:10:54 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::^Percy^::
(8:11:13 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Dunno I thought McKnight saying 'crap' was funny))
(8:11:37 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Sorry :-()
(8:11:40 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::furiously tries to remember her password::
(8:11:42 PM) lordxarph: +Engineering+ Is there anything stopping us from moving?
(8:12:01 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Bloody hell, get us out of here, warp five.
(8:12:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ Not that I can see, sir.
(8:12:28 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::brainstorms and enters "hot4black' and logs back in::
(8:12:48 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (LMAO)
(8:12:56 PM) lordxarph: (( I just scared every cat in this condominum complex ))
(8:13:29 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((=P))
(8:13:30 PM) lordxarph: ACTION> The ship goes to warp somewhere else. The deflector dish continues sending a scanning beam out and the computer responsible for such things is very confused.
(8:14:22 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::starts getting loaded with googlebytes of data::
(8:14:27 PM) lordxarph: ::Reads message.:: "Thank you. Now please leave us alone next time."
(8:14:37 PM) lordxarph: Helm, all stop.
(8:14:38 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Now would someone please tell me what the hell is going on with my ship?
(8:15:26 PM) lordxarph: Well the good news is the Calderon is no longer angry. Though I do not know what an angry red planet can do to this ship, at least the log won't be boring.
(8:15:40 PM) lordxarph: Now we need to turn off the deflector, and I know who to yell at to at least feel better.
(8:15:52 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::deletes logs as soon as they're formed::
(8:15:52 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Shiiit::
(8:16:18 PM) lordxarph: I will be in engineering.
(8:16:28 PM) lordxarph: Our guest will not for much longer.
(8:16:55 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Try to minimize what he finds, Captain.
(8:17:19 PM) lordxarph: He won't find shit from now on because I'm throwing him out until the investigation is done.
(8:17:20 PM) LCdr TKirr: I've tried everything I can think of to stop the scans, sir.
(8:17:25 PM) lordxarph: I just need to invent an investigation first.
(8:17:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Percy was, of course, working furiously to turn the damned thing off somehow. She was currenlty messing with the power relay to just cut off power from the scanning beams temporarily::
(8:18:32 PM) lordxarph: ::Takes the TL down to Engineering.::
(8:18:55 PM) LCdr TKirr: (Maybe scan-sensitive lifeforms are seeing a Sovereign-class light show)
(8:19:33 PM) lordxarph: Calderon> ::Watches the light show while eating the nearest equivalent to popcorn.::
(8:19:35 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ T'Kirr to Busard, can you cut power to the scanners?
(8:20:00 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ Trying right now.
(8:20:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ACTION> The scanning beam shuts down.
(8:20:09 PM) lordxarph: ::Enters engineering. Rat Fink, Esq. is not to be found.::
(8:20:39 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::lets out a breath:: We've stopped.
(8:20:55 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Thank god. ::Gets back to normal work::
(8:20:59 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ Thank you.
(8:21:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: About bloody time.
(8:21:11 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ No problem.
(8:21:18 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::feels helpless with her scanners black::
(8:21:21 PM) lordxarph: Computer, where is Damien Marcus?
(8:22:04 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Computer> Commander Marcus is presently on deck 10, tertiary ODN junction.
(8:22:24 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Computer> Follow the pretentious music.
(8:22:34 PM) lordxarph: ::Goes to TL. Considers bringing Percy but no reason to get in the middle of that shitfest.::
(8:22:51 PM) lordxarph: Deck 10.
(8:23:12 PM) lordxarph: ::Exits onto deck 10 and starts going through the maintenance tunnels.::
(8:24:01 PM) lordxarph: ::Finds Boris Badenov.::
(8:24:07 PM) lordxarph: Commander Marcus, come with me.
(8:24:11 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::for once, does absolutely nothing, eager to keep something from blowing up::
(8:24:11 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: What he hell happened, Commander?
(8:25:05 PM) LCdr TKirr: I can't trace the source without power back to the sensors.
(8:25:15 PM) LCdr TKirr: But we both know what happens if we do that.
(8:25:18 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::When found, Marcus will appear to be doing a routine diagnostic on the...stuff:: Quite the spot of excitement up there! Can I help you, Captain?
(8:25:42 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Turn them back on. We're far enough away.
(8:26:15 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::hesitantly comms Engineering::
(8:26:39 PM) lordxarph: ::Captain Voice.:: There has been an incident. I am afraid we will be suspending your audit for the time being, and as you are not in the command chain you must be confined to quarters until the investigation is complete.
(8:27:14 PM) lordxarph: I'd rather not have to get security down here. Leave your tools and follow me, please.
(8:28:27 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ T'Kirr to Busard, please return power to sensors.
(8:29:33 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Arches an eyebrow:: If you'll allow me the indulgence, I'm quite certain I lack fluency in innuendo? Am I being accused of some crime? Officially?
(8:30:19 PM) lordxarph: No, commander. The ship is merely going into lockdown for an investigation. I cannot discuss the details further.
(8:30:49 PM) lordxarph: (( Tier One Helpdesk mode turn on! ))
(8:31:01 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Percy attempts to do so, before frowning:: +T'Kirr+ I've turned them back on, but it seems that they were close to overload when I turned them off. Looks like they can only run on half power right now.
(8:31:37 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ That will be sufficient.
(8:32:04 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, what the hell happened.
(8:32:11 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ I'll let you know when I can restate full power.
(8:32:18 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::tracing::
(8:34:05 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::folds his arms over his chest and wonders how the hell a simple scanning mission can screw up so badly::
(8:34:35 PM) LCdr TKirr: I can't find the source, Admiral... not specifically. It should be right there, but... I'm getting no result.
(8:34:57 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ::sighs:: Wonderful.
(8:35:07 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::fingers flying over console, trying to squeeze out an answer::
(8:35:20 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Arches eyebrows:: Given the severity of the incident in question, I should think you'd want all the help you can get, at thias level of competence for your existing staff. But, just as you please.
(8:35:30 PM) lordxarph: Thank you, Commander.
(8:35:56 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((what a right git))
(8:36:05 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I shall, of course, be expected and required to send an immediate, if none too thorough report on to my superiors. Policy, you understand.
(8:36:49 PM) lordxarph: ::Leads Snidley Whiplash to his quarters - which are very nice inside despite being located between two sewage transport tubes.:: I trust we will be permitted to review this report before it is transmitted?
(8:37:25 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ T'Kirr to Busard, I apologize for interrupting you again, but are you able to trace the source from there? I'm getting nothing.
(8:38:32 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ I've been unsuccessful at tracking it so far, but I'll keep trying.
(8:40:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: +Shelev+ Captain Shelev to the bridge.
(8:40:23 PM) LCdr TKirr: +Busard+ Thank you. It seems to be coming from channel nine. I'll let you know if I get anything more from it.
(8:40:34 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Looks at his superior officer in the same way one might view something unimpressive found on the underside of his shoe:: You have no authority, of course, to abridge of amend said report, but if you like, that can be arranged.
(8:41:15 PM) lordxarph: Excuse me, I am required on the bridge. Please message the yeoman if anything is required. ::Swiftly closes and locks the bastard's door.::
(8:41:22 PM) lordxarph: +Blackthorne+ En route.
(8:41:25 PM) MajDougMcKnight: +T'Kirr+ Thanks. If I find anything different, I'll let you know.
(8:41:44 PM) lordxarph: ::Some time later, gets to the bridge.::
(8:42:12 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Captain, this is a simple bloody scanning mission. I want to know what went wrong, I want to know it now, and I want to know that it won't happen again. Understood?
(8:42:37 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((::crackwhip::))
(8:43:04 PM) lordxarph: I agree wholeheartedly.
(8:43:07 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: (This is what XOs are for :v: )
(8:43:43 PM) LCdr TKirr: ((Time to find his own ship!))
(8:43:54 PM) lordxarph: Commander T'Kirr, care to accompany me to Deck 10 Adjunct 3 where our guest was doing something rather odd with an ODN conduit to my untrained eye?
(8:44:10 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::nods, feeling much more useful away from a stubborn console::
(8:44:23 PM) lordxarph: (( Fuckoff I like being the guy the rest of the crew hates :v: ))
(8:45:43 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::grabs a PADD and her favorite tricorder::
(8:46:23 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:46:26 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:46:28 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(8:46:31 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::pauses::
(8:46:32 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Once Shelev is long gone, Marcus fishes the chip out of his pocket, snaps it in two with a whistle and drops the useless shards into the cleaning processor::
(8:46:38 PM) MajDougMcKnight: (Sorry, had to get that out.)
(8:46:41 PM) MajDougMcKnight: ::Paused.::
(8:46:44 PM) lordxarph: WHIPLAAAAAAAASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :argh:
(8:47:10 PM) lordxarph: so let me see if I got this sim straight
(8:47:16 PM) LCdr TKirr: Ah, I was thinking we were gonna find it blank or something, I like yours better.
(8:47:17 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: ILL GET YOU NEXT TIME GADGET
(8:47:50 PM) lordxarph: an ensign keels over dead from a sandwich made out of nerve gas and no one gives a shit. A planet sends the idiot XO completely insane messages and madness ensues.
(8:47:53 PM) lordxarph: I LOVE THIS SIM.
(8:48:00 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Hey hey hey
(8:48:12 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Random Ensign #15 Did NOT die.
(8:48:22 PM) lordxarph: o
(8:48:29 PM) LCdr TKirr: Mild nerve gas? *shrug*
(8:48:30 PM) lordxarph: ok then our priorities were correct
(8:48:46 PM) lordxarph: maybe the messages were coming from his intestine? :iiam:
(8:48:49 PM) LCdr TKirr: Was his name Wesley?
(8:49:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That was completely random and funny as hell.
(8:49:13 PM) LCdr TKirr: Sure was
(8:49:23 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Heeheehee
(8:49:42 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Also, I have not yet named Random Ensign #15. If he survives this plot, maybe I will.
(8:49:57 PM) LCdr TKirr: ::chants:: Wesley... Wesley...
(8:50:07 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Tempting. I'll consider it :-P
(8:52:06 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then, next week, the year's finale. :)
(8:52:27 PM) lordxarph: someone gonna get the snot beat outta him
(8:52:27 PM) LCdr TKirr: Oh yeah!
(8:53:53 PM) MajDougMcKnight: Hehehehehe
(8:54:03 PM) MajDougMcKnight: I mean, um, oh totally not.
(8:54:09 PM) VAdm Blackthorne: That's all for this week then, see you next time!
(8:54:33 PM) lordxarph: ta-ta
(8:54:35 PM) lordxarph left the room.