6:59:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya

6:59:20 PM tkirr: Hey, instance running late

6:59:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: lol

6:59:57 PM tkirr: What's funny =P

7:00:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hurry up! Chainpull!

7:00:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya

7:00:40 PM majdougmcknight: Hey hey.

7:03:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, we can get started since I have advance word that Percy will be late/absent.

7:03:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: If you read Shelev's log, you'd know that the shit has hit the fan.

7:04:32 PM cmdrshelev: none of that matters for tonight we're just doing a number six

7:04:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: a what

7:05:03 PM cmdrshelev: BLAZING SADDLES

7:05:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: oh od

7:05:23 PM cmdrshelev: "Well, that's where we go a-ridin' into town, a whampin' and whompin' every livin' thing that moves within an inch of its life. Except the women folks, of course. " "You spare the women?" "NAW we rape the shit out of em!"

7:05:46 PM cmdrshelev: blame mel brooks

7:06:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Right.

7:06:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway, where are we beginning, Mr. Shelev?

7:07:11 PM cmdrshelev: You're landing the shuttle somewhere in town. I don't care where; it's not like I plan this shit.

7:07:20 PM cmdrshelev: We have Dr. Peck and FRANK with us

7:07:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Right, what he said.

7:08:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

7:08:07 PM cmdrshelev: Oh wait

7:08:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: what

7:08:11 PM majdougmcknight: (BRB)

7:09:02 PM cmdrshelev: also there are some Atlantis marines securing the warp machine that beamed down before things fell down upstairs

7:10:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then let's get going.

7:10:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:10:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:10:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:11:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sets the shuttle down in town, now wearing the former sheriff's Mighty Fine Hat and star::

7:11:12 PM cmdrshelev: (( I think we are the only two people paying attention to this ))

7:12:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((   :(   ))

7:12:49 PM tkirr: ((I'm back now, catching up))

7:12:52 PM majdougmcknight: (Give me a minute.  I have a log to skim through.)

7:13:01 PM cmdrshelev: (( pause sim lol ))

7:14:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (noooo gogogogogo 7v1 compstomp norush)

7:15:26 PM majdougmcknight: (Right, done.)

7:15:31 PM majdougmcknight: (Good log, by the way.)

7:15:32 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> A body flies out a second story window and lands on the shuttle's front window. A loud air horn is sounded and a scoreboard posted above the nearest building is updated.

7:15:50 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> It now reads HOME 5 VISITORS 2

7:15:54 PM tkirr: :: O_O ::

7:15:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at the body and scoreboard out the window:: Doctor?

7:16:08 PM majdougmcknight: (But I'm still not sure why Blackthorne's pretending to be the Sherriff.)

7:16:16 PM cmdrshelev: Peck> Oops, you landed in the middle of a championship bout.

7:16:19 PM majdougmcknight: (Unless it's just an elaborate "Neener, neener." to the locals.)

7:16:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Because I want to. :v: )

7:16:23 PM cmdrshelev: (( BECAUSE IT'S FUCKING COOL ))

7:16:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (:clint:)

7:16:49 PM cmdrshelev: (( You should know better than to assume my plots serve any purpose that for people to misbehave! ))

7:17:12 PM majdougmcknight: ::Sighs, pulling the lever action of his rifle dramatically.::  With your permission, sir, I'm just going to go find the tallest building I can, and go to work.

7:17:43 PM majdougmcknight: You're all totally invited, of course.

7:17:46 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> Two workers emerge from the next door window factory and begin the process of replacing the broken window. Halftime.

7:18:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Fans> :toot: :cheers:

7:18:44 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> You interfere in this game and I'll shoot you myself. I got a hun'red on it.

7:18:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Good plan. ::checks his revolvers::

7:19:20 PM cmdrshelev: Peck> I think we should simply get to the assayer's office before it closes...

7:19:38 PM majdougmcknight: ::Shoots Frank an annoyed look::  On which side?

7:21:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's apparently halftime. Make a break for the office door. Cover us, Major.

7:21:54 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods, then holds out his phaser::  Trade?

7:22:06 PM tkirr: ::nods to McKnight, intending to follow the crazier people::

7:22:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at his revolvers::

7:22:11 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Please, it's not like they're gonna shoot at halftime.

7:22:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at the phaser::

7:22:24 PM cmdrshelev: ::Frank and Peck mosey out the back of the shuttle door.::

7:22:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::follows Frank and Peck::

7:22:53 PM cmdrshelev: ((Sounds like a comedy duo))

7:23:02 PM tkirr: ::sticks close behind the two locals::

7:23:15 PM majdougmcknight: ::Rolls his eyes::  At least stay behind cover for a minute while I go climb those stairs.

7:23:20 PM majdougmcknight: ::Runs off::

7:24:16 PM cmdrshelev: ::The crowd completely ignores the futuristic shuttlecraft in their drunken halftime haze, thinking someone just stole the wheels off a stagecoach and mills around starting loud incoherent arguments.::

7:24:36 PM majdougmcknight: ::Muttering under his breath as he rushes through the door of the chosen building.::  I'm an enlightened Betazoid.  I'm a cowboy stereotype.  Pick one, you douchebag.

7:25:08 PM cmdrshelev: ::Peck walks up to the assayer's office. The door is locked and a sign says BACK IN TEN MINUTES.::

7:25:25 PM cmdrshelev: Peck> Well, FIE.

7:25:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: FIE?

7:26:05 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> He don't say "fuck."

7:26:16 PM tkirr: ::looks away from the door, scrutinizing the halftimers::

7:26:35 PM cmdrshelev: Halftimers> :D :D :D :D :D :vomit: D:

7:27:13 PM majdougmcknight: ::Glowers at someone already squatting in his sniper's nest.::  Scram.  You're missing halftime drinks, at halftime prices.

7:27:16 PM tkirr: ::decides she really doesn't need to watch them so closely and glances at her companions instead::

7:27:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks::

7:27:38 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Uh-oh.

7:27:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Some first contact mission. Doc, what's next?

7:27:57 PM cmdrshelev: ::A referee runs up tooting a whistle. You can tell he's a referee because he's sober.::

7:28:22 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes up his position, watching Blackthorne through his scope with a faint grin.::

7:28:33 PM cmdrshelev: Ref> SHERIFF! Where have you been? I need you to find the owner of that... coach... and get 'em to move it before the second half!

7:29:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I own it, sir.

7:29:16 PM cmdrshelev: Ref> WELL GET IT OUT OF HERE!

7:29:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I will, when this office opens.

7:30:24 PM majdougmcknight: ::Taps his comm badge::  +Blackthorne+ In position, sir.  You want me shooting just Klingons or anyone with a rowdy look about them who gets too close?

7:31:09 PM tkirr: ::listens to McKnight, then pins the Ref with a look::

7:31:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ You never know what these drunken fans will do, keep us safe.

7:31:50 PM cmdrshelev: ::The referee blows on his whistle at the crowd gathering around. He seems to think it is doing something, but it really isn't.::

7:32:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hm, they're getting angry. ::looks to T'Kirr:: Go park the shuttle around back.

7:32:49 PM tkirr: ::nods and rushes off, almost tripping on her dress::

7:33:30 PM majdougmcknight: +Blackthorne+ Be advised, sir, there's a number of relatively tight alleyways near your position where a hostile could pop out suddenly.  Some of this cover may have to be close.

7:33:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +McKnight+ I have another idea.

7:33:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::steps out into the street::

7:33:53 PM cmdrshelev: ::The referee wanders off tooting the whistle in no coherent fashion.::

7:33:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: LISTEN UP!

7:34:06 PM cmdrshelev: Crowd> :|

7:34:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: A rogue sect of the Klingon Empire has claimed this planet as its own! Do you intend to let them take your homes?

7:34:39 PM cmdrshelev: Crowd> ?

7:34:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Because they're coming and will be here soon!

7:34:50 PM majdougmcknight: Oh, dear God.  Not the liberty and justice speech.

7:34:52 PM tkirr: ::slams the door against curious faces and lifts off::

7:34:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Get ready to fight!

7:35:09 PM cmdrshelev: Guy in the back> SHERIFF'S LOST IT!

7:35:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You're gonna lose it in about ten minutes if you don't lock and load!

7:35:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: GAME'S OVER, SADDLE UP.

7:35:59 PM tkirr: ::hums in the air and moves around back, as discreetly as a shuttlecraft can::

7:36:36 PM majdougmcknight: ::Looks out over the crowd skeptically::  Oh, they're loaded alright.

7:37:45 PM tkirr: ::climbs out of the parked shuttle, immediately coughing in the dust she'd just disturbed clogging the alley::

7:38:29 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> A Klingon landing party beams in next to the assayer's office, having detected federation commbadges there. Within a second, a Bat'leth (sp?) is through Peck's throat, killing him instantly. Shit's on.

7:38:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::turns and draws on the Klingon, firing::

7:39:13 PM tkirr: ::almost stumbles into the scene on her way back, then quickly darts back around the corner::

7:39:37 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> A wall of lead from the crowd heads towards the assayer's office. Frank gets the obligatory flesh wound on the shoulder.

7:39:44 PM majdougmcknight: ::A half second later, a .30-30 bullet whistles by Blackthorne's head so far he'd likely to feel the heat from it, just before it winds up considerably closer to the head of a Klingon going for Blackthorne's back with a mek'leth.::

7:40:08 PM majdougmcknight: (Er, so CLOSE, rather.  Though he DID make out better then the next guy.)

7:40:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::dives behind a water trough, because there's always a water trough:

7:41:09 PM majdougmcknight: +T'Kirr+ McKnight to T'Kirr.

7:41:12 PM cmdrshelev: ::Another batch of klingons beam in across the street. The ref runs up to them tooting his whistle with predictable results.::

7:41:13 PM majdougmcknight: ::BLAM!::

7:41:26 PM tkirr: +McKnight+ T'Kirr.

7:42:00 PM tkirr: ::grits her teeth, wishing she'd gone modern and worn pants::

7:42:14 PM majdougmcknight: +T'Kirr+ I'm not sure if you've got plans, Commander, but it seems like wishful thinking to hope no more Klingons are going to show up.  If you can make it to my position, a spotter might not go amiss.

7:42:40 PM cmdrshelev: ::McKnight's bullet carves a nice hole through some cranial ridges.::

7:42:51 PM tkirr: +T'Kirr+ ::looks up, as if seeing him through the building wall:: On my way.

7:42:54 PM majdougmcknight: ::Fires off two quick shots, silencing the disruptor fire creeping in on Blackthorne's position and threatening to obliterate his flimsy cover.::

7:42:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::ducks back into a side alley, looking for T'Kirr::

7:43:00 PM majdougmcknight: +T'Kirr: Swell.

7:43:03 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Admiral!

7:43:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah?

7:43:39 PM cmdrshelev: ::Tosses Ian his shotgun.:: I found a more suitable gun for you. My arm don't want it no more.

7:43:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::catches it:: Thanks.

7:44:06 PM majdougmcknight: ::Oh, this brought back memories.  It'd be nice if they were GOOD memories.  In any case, BLAM.::

7:44:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +TKirr+ Blackthorne to T'Kirr

7:44:46 PM cmdrshelev: ::Frank pulls out the local equivalent of a Colt Navy and backs down the alley after Ian.::

7:44:51 PM tkirr: ::one of the Klingons, backing off to avoid one of his falling comrades, suddenly crumples to the ground as T'Kirr finds a particularly sensitive nerve in his neck from behind:: +Blackthorne+ What is it, Admiral?

7:45:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +TKirr+ Where are you and are you alright?

7:45:24 PM majdougmcknight: ::Fires off his last shot at some jerk with particularly nappy dreads, before quickly taking 6 bullets from the box he brought and reloading.::

7:45:58 PM tkirr: +T'Kirr+ I'm fine, heading towards McKnight's position.  ::ducking through shadows::

7:46:12 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> A Klingon flies out the window that was just meticulously replaced by the window factory. Unsurprisingly, there is no attempt by said factory to replace the window at the present time.

7:46:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::makes the way down the alley toward the shuttle:: T

7:47:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Get both of you to the shuttle when you can.

7:47:26 PM tkirr: +Blackthorne+ Understood.

7:47:38 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Ian. ::Nods towards a giant shadow coming around the other side of the building.::

7:48:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::points the shotgun::

7:48:08 PM tkirr: ::finds herself on the other side of the entrance to McKnight's building, but doesn't dare cross the battlefield in front of her to get to it::

7:48:28 PM cmdrshelev: (( FYI, if it is not blatantly obvious, this the point where people can decide whatever outcome they want for a given setup since we're in phase 4 anarchy until you get tired of this sim :) ))

7:49:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (( :hellyeah: :clint: ))

7:49:20 PM tkirr: ::looking up, spots a window and starts climbing barrels, once again chastising herself on her choice of costume::

7:49:39 PM cmdrshelev: ::A Klingon comes around the corner and fires a disruptor at the Good Admiral and the newly minted gunfighter for hire.::

7:49:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BLAM

7:49:53 PM cmdrshelev: ::He's dead, Jim.::

7:50:01 PM majdougmcknight: ::Sighs tiredly as some drunken idiot comes charging through the square atop a frightened horse, firing his pistols into the air wildly.::  Idiots.  A horse never bothered anyone.

7:50:40 PM tkirr: ::makes some noise from behind McKnight, and when he turns to look, T'Kirr's worming through the half-open window::

7:50:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::loads another shell::

7:51:26 PM majdougmcknight: ::Downs the moron with a shot to the arm, eagerly looking for new targets.  Of course, he almost finds one in the form of T'Kirr, spinning around and lowering his rifle just in time::

7:51:33 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Next left, go around back, knock on the white door.

7:51:56 PM majdougmcknight: Well...fair enough.  You got here.  Did you see where the Admiral went?  He rather decidedly left my coverage area.

7:51:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: What's there? We're going to my shuttle.

7:52:28 PM tkirr: ::crawls to her feet somewhat gracefully, considering:: I saw him disappear down the western alley from his position.  He wants us to head for the shuttle, so he's probably heading that way.

7:52:44 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> It's a gun store.

7:52:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Good plan.

7:53:26 PM cmdrshelev: ::Frank fires at a Klingon across the street. He hits a piece of armor and the bullet ricochets into some poor bastard that didn't get off the street in time.::

7:53:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Watch that body armor. ::takes the next left::

7:54:03 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> What, you think I hit it on purpose?

7:54:18 PM majdougmcknight: (I'm just amazed that Klingon armor finally managed to be useful for something.)

7:55:12 PM tkirr: ::peers out the window over McKnight::

7:55:30 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> STROTHER! OPEN UP.

7:55:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::knocks on the white door::

7:56:45 PM cmdrshelev: ::The door gets kicked open by a clerk. There's five guys along the window taking potshots at the klingons. Money is changing hands.::

7:56:59 PM majdougmcknight: ::Removes the scope::  Well, if that's the case, then I won't be needing this anymore.  Did you bring any weapons down here?

7:57:04 PM cmdrshelev: Strother> Tell me this ain't Peck's fault.

7:57:26 PM tkirr: If you mean sidearms, no.

7:57:35 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Prolly is, but he's dead now so fuck 'im. This is Admiral Ian; get him some shells and whatever else he needs.

7:57:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::tips his hat::

7:57:50 PM cmdrshelev: Strother> You need anything for the arm?

7:57:56 PM majdougmcknight: Why?  Do you have...never mind.

7:58:18 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Whiskey and a hankerchief.

7:58:34 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes out his phaser and hands it to her.::  There you go.  I'll take the lead out of here, unless you're eager to break in the new pip.

7:59:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes out a cigar and lights it::

7:59:50 PM tkirr: ::perks an eyebrow, pointing the phaser towards the door:: I'll let you do what you do best, Major.

7:59:54 PM cmdrshelev: Strother> What're you loaded with, Admiral?

8:00:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: 12 gauge double barrel and two .45 revolvers

8:01:49 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods with a brief smile, and simply bolts down the stairs, not eager to waste any time about it.  Sticking his head out very briefly to get his bearings, his whole body is out a moment later, as he pauses by the corner of the

8:02:36 PM cmdrshelev: ::Strother slides some shells and a box of .45 down the counter. Frank is almost done tying off his arm injury.::

8:02:45 PM majdougmcknight: building, and fires off two quick shots at Klingons doing what THEY do best.  Hacking at downed cowboys.  He then stops cold, however, as he hears rapid footsteps.::

8:03:23 PM tkirr: ::pauses in the doorway behind McKnight, looking up as he stops::

8:03:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes the box of .45 and tucks it in his vest::

8:03:46 PM cmdrshelev: ::A disrupter blast flies in through the window and trashes part of the rear wall display.::

8:03:58 PM tkirr: ((Sorry afk... NPC me))

8:04:24 PM cmdrshelev: ::This has the effect of pissing off the denizens of the gun shop even more and a wall of lead goes back across the street.::

8:04:46 PM majdougmcknight: ::And as a fresh Klingon comes bolting around the corner, he runs smack dab into McKnight's rifle, swung like a baseball bat into the man's gut just in case he misjudged the identity of the runner.  Seeing that he did not, the

8:04:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Got any 000 buckshot? ::yells over the gunfire::

8:05:42 PM majdougmcknight: breathless Klingon is immediately kicked over onto the ground and shot in the face before McKnight takes another look.::  Coast's clear.  Let's move.

8:05:45 PM cmdrshelev: Strother> Somewhere! Look around under the shelves the bastards just blew up!

8:06:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::finds a box of shells and tucks them away, loading two::

8:06:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Hiya)

8:06:34 PM cmdrshelev: (( welcome and duck ))

8:06:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::Yells to Frank: Let's get outta here!

8:06:56 PM drunkngunbunny: (Hi, and...*ducks?*)

8:07:14 PM majdougmcknight: (Gigantic wild west shootout.  Only with Klingons.)

8:07:48 PM drunkngunbunny: (....O.O *cries that she has missed most of it probably*)

8:08:00 PM cmdrshelev: (( You have no idea :( ))

8:08:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (There was a giant Tesla coil too :science: )

8:08:40 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> One sec. ::Procures a stick of dynamite from the back room, lights it, throws it out the window.::

8:08:42 PM drunkngunbunny: (*whimper*)

8:08:46 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> NOW WE RUN.

8:08:57 PM drunkngunbunny: (Stupid life, interfering with roleplaying online!!)

8:08:59 PM tkirr: ((back))

8:09:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Good enough for me!

8:09:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::bolts out the door::

8:09:55 PM majdougmcknight: ::And fortunately, that bang attracts a whole bunch of Klingons.  Well, not fortunately for Blackthorne, if he doesn't hustle.  But it means that McKnight and T'Kirr are able to advance relatively unhindered.::

8:09:59 PM cmdrshelev: ::The book of revelations happens out in the street. Deaf or quiet, who knows? They won't be shooting at the back alley for a few minutes, anyway.::

8:11:01 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> It just occurred to me... sir... that I really don't know what my plan is now.

8:11:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: To my shuttle!

8:11:15 PM tkirr: ::hurries in McKnight's wake, phaser at the ready, glad to let him do the majority of the shooting::

8:11:17 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> That works.

8:12:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::leads the way to where he figured T'Kirr parked::

8:12:28 PM cmdrshelev: ::Around the last corner before the lot where T'Kirr dropped the shuttle, a Klingon charges forth. He sings the songs of a great warrior's battle and holds his Bat'leth aloft.::

8:13:01 PM majdougmcknight: ::Unfortunately, any shooting DOES fall to T'Kirr a few times, as McKnight continually has to stop, kneel and reload.::  Hope you parked close.  I'm starting to run a little low.

8:13:01 PM cmdrshelev: :: :black101: ::

8:13:37 PM tkirr: It's just over there.  ::points with the opposite hand as her phaser finds itself busy::

8:13:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::levels his shotgun and gives him both barrels::

8:14:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Just like a Klingon to bring a knife to a gunfight. :clint:

8:14:20 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> What the hell was that wailin'?

8:14:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Klingons place great significance in battle and honor. I place significance on living. C'mon.

8:14:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::loads his shotgun again as he says that::

8:14:53 PM drunkngunbunny: (He lies. It was your mom.)

8:16:44 PM cmdrshelev: ::Blackthorne and Frank run around the corner into the lot where the shuttle is. Some drunk is standing on top of it shooting into the air.::

8:16:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::rolls his eyes::

8:17:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: GET DOWN FROM THERE. ::points the shotgun::

8:17:09 PM cmdrshelev: ::Frank pulls out his revolver and shoots him in the kneecap.::

8:17:19 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Oops, I missed.

8:17:49 PM majdougmcknight: Right then.  Mind if I take that phaser back for a second?

8:17:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It worked.

8:17:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::shrugs::

8:18:04 PM tkirr: ::hands it over::

8:18:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Blackthorne to T'Kirr, report!

8:18:16 PM tkirr: +Blackthorne+ We're just around the corner, you?

8:18:34 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes out any shooters in upper windows first, then hands T'Kirr the rifle, takes the phaser, and sets it to maximum stun.::

8:18:37 PM majdougmcknight: Run, run!

8:18:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ AT the shuttle, warming her up. ::pops the hatch and runs in::

8:18:50 PM tkirr: ::grabs her dress in both hands and runs::

8:19:23 PM majdougmcknight: ::As if to demonstrate, McKnight makes a beeline for the shuttle, keeping the firing button depressed, sweeping the whole damn street as he closes in.::

8:19:42 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> Before the hatch closes, three klingons beam down.

8:19:56 PM cmdrshelev: Klingon> ADMIRAL BLACKTHORNE. DO NOT SHOOT.

8:20:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::doesn't::

8:20:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Identify yourself!

8:21:04 PM cmdrshelev: Klingon> I am Commander Krol of the Imperial Klingon Empire. We are here to take the DURAS TARGS into custody.

8:21:28 PM tkirr: ::lets go of her dress to grab up the rifle, aiming in the opposite direction McKnight is looking and squeezes the trigger, stopping a Klingon's fire before it starts::

8:21:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: By all means, have at it!

8:21:41 PM cmdrshelev: Krol> And I... apologize. ::Blindly pulls out a disrupter and shoots a Duras that had come up behind him.

8:21:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Apology accepted, let's talk about it over bloodwine, LATER.

8:22:55 PM cmdrshelev: Krol> Agreed. We do not deserve to die over this particular matter. <shouts in Klingon into his communicator and suddenly this old west town is the center of an even larger clusterfuck.>

8:23:31 PM majdougmcknight: ::Having arrived, McKnight stops his fire and looks at T'Kirr appreciatively.::  I'm impressed.  Either you have a natural affinity for weapons with recoil, or that was some great beginner's luck.

8:24:57 PM tkirr: I do a lot of reading. ::is about to sling the rifle into the hatch when she notices their visitors and, about to raise her weapon, stops short as she notices Blackthorne's lack of alarm::

8:25:35 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> Within minutes, there's no more gunfire, but there are Klingons fighting with hand weapons in the streets. Money is changing hands.

8:25:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's alright, they're friendlies.

8:26:10 PM cmdrshelev: ::Krol snorts at the thought of being called friendly.::

8:26:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::notes the snort:: Well, you're not trying to kill us like them.

8:26:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Friendly enough. ::shrugs::

8:26:56 PM tkirr: ::doesn't question and climbs in::

8:27:42 PM majdougmcknight: ::Looks to Krol::  What about the Duras ships in orbit?  Debris?

8:28:55 PM cmdrshelev: Krol> Your ship disabled them before our arrival. I'll overlook that you deprived us of the honor of destroying them, but the amount of honor for destroying the House of Duras is hardly worth the effort.

8:29:23 PM cmdrshelev: ((bah wrote that all wrong. blame universal translator etc etc ))

8:30:21 PM majdougmcknight: Right, well, it sounds like you got here in time for some quality carnage down here, so...there's that.


8:31:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks:: Looks like you have this situation in hand.

8:31:27 PM cmdrshelev: Krol> I have Duras to slay. :salutes:

8:31:54 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> ... So how'm I supposed to tell the good ones apart?

8:32:17 PM majdougmcknight: ::Softly, as he climbs aboard::  The sash decorations.

8:32:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::takes off the Mighty Fine Hat and hands it to Frank along with the star::

8:32:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You'll figure it out, Sheriff.

8:32:47 PM tkirr: ::avoids the bulky Klingon's elbows by tucking herself away in the shuttle, waiting for the madness to stop::

8:33:17 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> ... Welp, that's at least another week's pay.

8:33:45 PM majdougmcknight: I'll bet you can get some free drinks out of it too!

8:34:36 PM cmdrshelev: Frank> Don't forget the wimmen. ::Puts on his star and wanders off to find out what happened to the sheriff's office during all that shit.::

8:35:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::salutes Kron:: Qa'pla, Commander.

8:35:12 PM cmdrshelev: (( I was wondering how to spell that. ))

8:35:39 PM cmdrshelev: Krol> Qa'pla! :beams back up to his ship since he has underlings to handle the mop-up work.::

8:36:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::buttons up the shuttle:: Everyone in one piece?

8:36:47 PM majdougmcknight: Fine on this end, sir.

8:36:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks back at T'Kirr, McKnight, and T'Kirr::

8:37:11 PM tkirr: ((Me twice, yay))

8:37:15 PM tkirr: ::nods:: I'm fine.

8:37:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods and flies the hell out of there::

8:37:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:38:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:38:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:38:04 PM tkirr: ::pauses::

8:38:43 PM cmdrshelev: Well I think we set a record for plot arc speed; it only took three sims to shoot a lot of people

8:38:57 PM drunkngunbunny: AND I MISSED IT ALL

8:38:59 PM drunkngunbunny: :-(

8:39:22 PM cmdrshelev: I will say nothing, as the logs that will eventually be provided will make you sad enough

8:39:30 PM tkirr: What'd ya do that for

8:39:49 PM drunkngunbunny: ...Thank you.

8:40:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Sorry Percy :(

8:40:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Grats on winning Log of the Month though!

8:40:34 PM cmdrshelev: \o/

8:40:53 PM drunkngunbunny: Thanks!

8:41:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: For log purposes we're back on the ship and out of costume.

8:42:19 PM cmdrshelev: And blackthorne's new office is a scale model of the battle of gettysburg

8:42:35 PM tkirr: Oh dear

8:42:45 PM cmdrshelev: You need to call zuriyev up and say GUESS WHAT :haw:

8:43:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :hellyeah:

8:43:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Extravagance comes with the rank.

8:44:31 PM majdougmcknight: Of course, now we need a new conference room.

8:44:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nope

8:44:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I took the observation lougne.

8:45:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Which reminds me, I need to update the deck listing.

8:45:09 PM tkirr: Just make it both, he's in all of them anyway

8:46:18 PM cmdrshelev: make a drawing of the shift

8:46:20 PM cmdrshelev: ship

8:46:29 PM cmdrshelev: draw a line around waste management

8:46:43 PM cmdrshelev: draw an arrow to waste management and say NOT IAN'S

8:47:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's mine if I want it. :colbert:

8:48:29 PM tkirr: To each his own, I guess.

8:48:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I don't.

8:48:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway, next week, a new arc begins, I hope!

8:49:15 PM cmdrshelev: yes I hope I bought mike enough time to finish his

8:49:31 PM tkirr: Cool. =)

8:49:49 PM drunkngunbunny: Or DID YOU? Dun dun DUUUUN!

8:50:10 PM majdougmcknight: I guess you'll find out next time!  :-)

8:50:20 PM majdougmcknight: But for now, must be going.  Night, all.

8:50:28 PM cmdrshelev: if I didn't I get to launch into the second half of the klingon arc which replaces the late martok with someone just as badass

8:51:23 PM majdougmcknight: That'd have to be pretty fucking badass.

8:51:41 PM majdougmcknight: Worf, maybe.  But even he didn't have the grizzled, hardcore old bastard thing going for him.

8:51:49 PM majdougmcknight: If Tigh was a Klingon, you'd get Martok.

8:52:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Wow, never made that comparison but it's true.

8:52:04 PM tkirr: Night, McKnight

8:52:20 PM majdougmcknight: Indeed, night.

9:04:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :toot: