6:56:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya

7:00:33 PM TKirr: Hello

7:01:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Mike

7:01:35 PM MisterBoxingBear: Evening!

7:04:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Doc

7:05:07 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hello subj--guys!

7:05:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Percy

7:05:26 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hoy thar.

7:05:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Well that's everyone!

7:07:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Let's get started, shall we?

7:07:34 PM LtCmdrBusard: Verily.

7:09:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight all seems quiet on Atlantis...

7:10:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're casually en route to a Starbase, but y'all know by now that something'll fuck it up.

7:10:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: ...Hooray fuckups?

7:10:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway, sit tight and enjoy the ride!

7:11:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: There'll be a little time before the event to get anything you need to do, done.

7:11:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

7:12:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then!

7:12:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:12:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:12:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:12:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sitting at his desk in the flag office, fingers steepled, in thought::

7:13:23 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::In the gym, for some completely and utterly unknown reason.::

7:13:38 PM TKirr: ::strides across her immaculate quarters to her vanity, finishing her morning routine just before her shift::

7:14:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::considering that someone said it's morning, he looks at the clock: 0755::

7:14:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Peruses the medical records for the crew, familarizes herself with their histories. Notes that the yearly Fit for Duty exams are late. ::

7:14:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::has been here since 0600, much to Harper's chagrin::

7:14:52 PM TKirr: ::does a little half-turn in her mirror before deciding she's ready and exits into the corridor and turns towards the lift::

7:15:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::chagrinning on the bridge::

7:15:40 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::covers his mouth as he yawns from Science, doing little to stifle it audibly::

7:16:05 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::McKnight is seated in his office. enjoying the silence as he munches on a bacon sandwich and a mug of raktajino::

7:16:17 PM LtCmdrBusard: Puddington> ::Eating a sandwich that actually isn't made of nerve gas.::

7:17:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::a cup of coffee sits on the desk next to him, cold::

7:17:19 PM TKirr: ::arrives on the Bridge, giving it a unassuming once-over before approaching Science::

7:17:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::stands:: Commander.

7:17:41 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::turns to T'Kirr:: Thank God.

7:18:09 PM TKirr: ::perks a brow at Logan before peering at the readout::

7:18:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sees the clock tick to 0800:: +T'Kirr+ Blackthorne to T'Kirr. ::knows she's on the bridge::

7:18:47 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::cracks his neck and stretches:: Bed's calling me. If there isn't anything...?

7:19:09 PM TKirr: +Blackthorne+ Here, Admiral.

7:19:19 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Notes the clock, and heads to the Bridge to get to her station.::

7:19:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ Report to the Flag Office.

7:19:50 PM TKirr: +Blackthorne+ Be right there. ::narrows her eyes at Logan before heading over::

7:19:57 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::under his breath:: Damn.

7:20:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: Puddington> ::Realizes the sandwich is made of tear gas instead::

7:20:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> :::sits back down in the center seat, shrugs::

7:20:36 PM TKirr: ::enters the Flag Office, spotting Blackthorne behind his desk and stands at attention::

7:20:50 PM TKirr: Good morning.

7:21:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: `Morning. ::sees the doors close, and gestures to the pile of PADDs and the cold cup of coffee::

7:21:28 PM TKirr: ::follows his point::

7:22:07 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::clears his throat::

7:22:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Captain Shelev's recovery will be lengthy, and uncertain.

7:22:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Bets on how long she's in there?

7:22:46 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::grins:: Was just gonna ask. My luck, half hour.

7:23:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> My luck too, damn that was a long night.

7:23:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Thus, the question has arisen as to who will become the next executive officer of the Atlantis.

7:24:26 PM TKirr: ::gazes sidelong at a decorative piece on the far wall, apparently in thought::

7:24:39 PM TKirr: What are your suggestions?

7:24:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ Carre to Blackthorne.

7:24:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: The relationship between a commanding and executive officer must be one of trust, and I can think of no one aboard that I trust more than you.

7:25:01 PM TKirr: ::stands very still::

7:25:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::rolls eyes:: +Carre+ Blackthorne here.

7:25:08 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> Here's another question.

7:25:16 PM LtCmdrBusard: ("Maan, you threw off my groove!")

7:25:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Blackthorne+ I noticed the crews yearly exams are late. I'll be pulling them in for fitness recertification, this means you also, sir.

7:25:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +Carre+ Schedule me last. Blackthorne out.

7:25:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Doctors.

7:26:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I have considered other candidates, both internal and external. I always keep coming back to you.

7:27:19 PM TKirr: ::having been looking at the floor, not appearing to have heard the comm conversation, looks up with unexpected calm:: If you feel I am qualified. Are you offering me the position?

7:27:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You have the rank, seniority, and experience. Would you accept it?

7:27:40 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: smirks a little to herself as she prepares the list of tests :: Perks of the job...

7:27:42 PM TKirr: I would.

7:28:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smiles:: Very well. I'll also expect you to retain your duties as Chief of Science in the meantime.

7:28:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Enters the Bridge, big cup o' raktajino in hand, noting Harper and Logan's presence before sitting down to her station.::

7:28:50 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::leans over his console towards Harper:: What do you suppose they're doing in there?

7:28:50 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +McKnight+ Carre to McKnight.

7:28:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::nods to Busard::

7:29:08 PM TKirr: ::nods, staring a lot at nothing::

7:29:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Who am I to guess the affairs - wait, was affairs the wrong word? Admirals.

7:29:48 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::leans an elbow on his console, supporting his head::

7:30:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, transfer secondary command authorizations to Commander T'Kirr, authorization Blackthorne gamma pi epsilon four.

7:30:21 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Quirks an eyebrow at Harper and Logan, totally not listening in at all. Totally.::

7:30:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Note in the ship's log that as of this time, Commander T'Kirr assumes the Executive Officer position of Atlantis.

7:30:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Computer> Authorization confirmed.

7:31:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::yawns and leans back in the chair::

7:31:42 PM TKirr: ::still standing very still, yet looking quite engaged, for a Vulcan::

7:31:48 PM TKirr: Thank you, Admiral.

7:31:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Congratulations Commander. You're now my right hand and I expect it.

7:32:25 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Sorry, I was occupied with something for a moment.)

7:32:40 PM TKirr: I will perform my duties to the best of my ability, sir.

7:32:49 PM MisterBoxingBear: +Carre+ ::After washing down bacon with a mouthful of raktajino:: McKnight here.

7:33:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +McKnight+ Report to sickbay for your yearly fitness exam Commander.

7:33:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: By "it," I mean that my right hand is to ensure my orders are followed even if you have to personally kick some asses.

7:34:13 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::eyes half-open, staring lazily at an angle of the wall near the main viewer:: I hope they're not doing... you know, anything. 'Cause I want sleep.

7:34:24 PM TKirr: ::perks an eyebrow:: Admiral?

7:34:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Well, he could be kissing her. He could be killing her too.

7:34:45 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> Killing... her? ::frowns::

7:34:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You know how he gets.

7:34:54 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Sighs:: +Carre+ First of all, I'm not Navy. The word is "Major". And I'll be down there as soon as my duties permit.

7:35:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yes?

7:35:15 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::blinks a couple times:: Killing?

7:35:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I thought you people used that as a figure of speech.

7:35:47 PM TKirr: ::enunciates awkwardly:: "Kick some asses"?

7:36:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's a figure of speech. Mostly.

7:36:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::simply shakes her head with a smile, which she attempts to hide with a coffee cup before starting the traditional button pressing.::

7:36:35 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::wipes a hand down his weary face:: Ugh, well, I guess, but... no, doesn't fit.

7:37:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::shrugs, still occasionally finding herself screwing up english::

7:37:30 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters :: Silly ranks someday I'll actually care enough to learn them.

7:37:34 PM TKirr: ::nods, but clearly not understanding, deciding to look it up later::

7:37:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Computer, shipwide comm.

7:37:48 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +McKnight+ My pardon Major, I'll await your arrival. :: places stethescope in cooling unit ::

7:38:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +Shipwide+ This is Admiral Blackthorne.

7:38:12 PM LtCmdrBusard: (So THAT'S why they're always so cold!)

7:38:13 PM MisterBoxingBear: +Carre+ Of course. See you soon, doctor.

7:38:24 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Goes back to his "duty". Mmm, bacon.::

7:38:30 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::perks up::

7:38:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (Yes, the warming up in the hand is just to take the frost off)

7:39:24 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Fun fun!)

7:39:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +shipwide+ Given Captain Shelev's unfortunate medical departure, Commander T'Kirr has been promoted to Executive Officer of the Atlantis, effective immediately. Please give her the respect and cooperation necessary for her to complete her new duties. That is all.

7:39:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +shipwide+ Given Captain Shelev's unfortunate medical departure, Commander T'Kirr has been promoted to Executive Officer of the Atlantis, effective immediately.

7:39:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +shipwide+ Please give her the respect and cooperation necessary for her to complete her new duties. That is all.

7:40:04 PM TKirr: ::stands proudly, as if there were more than one person in the room::

7:40:12 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Pauses her button-pressing:: Well, there's a surprise.

7:40:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Damn, and I thought I'd get the job.

7:40:37 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::pauses:: I'm glad I didn't bet you.

7:40:52 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Grins:: Oh, the jokes that will fly.

7:40:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I bet against myself, don't feel bad.

7:41:23 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Sends message to McKnight's panel. It just says "Captain's Woman".::

7:41:25 PM TKirr: ::lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, eyes fixed to Blackthorne::

7:41:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stands and gestures:: Go take the bridge, XO.

7:42:18 PM TKirr: ::nods and turns to the door, hesitating, then stepping through onto the Bridge::

7:42:25 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Types up a quick response:: I just hope to God he never refers to her as his right hand.

7:42:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (DIAF)

7:43:02 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::As T'Kirr enters, Percy is attempting to hide unstoppable snickering.::

7:43:05 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Don't think I know that one. Perhaps I don't want to.)

7:43:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::stands:: Commander.

7:43:15 PM TKirr: I have the Bridge. ::moves to Science::

7:43:20 PM TKirr: ::nods at Harper::

7:43:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> You have the bridge. Beta shift, clear out.

7:43:51 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::turns over Science gratefully, smirking at T'Kirr the whole way::

7:44:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::gets in the turbolift::

7:44:16 PM TKirr: ::peers over at Busard::

7:44:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::waits for Logan::

7:44:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (That's Harper)

7:44:39 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::hops in::

7:44:55 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Closing out the text window, McKnight finishes off his coffee, and rubs off any grease from his hands on a napkin before exiting his office:: O'Grady, you have C&C. Apparently, it's time to get my throat

7:44:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::the doors close, she busts out laughing::

7:45:01 PM MisterBoxingBear: violated by a tongue depressor.

7:45:13 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Computer, reduce ambient temperature 7 degrees. :: places flimsy paper gown on plastic exam table, smiles ::

7:45:16 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Grins:: So...XO, eh?

7:45:31 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Ooh, I LIKE this new doctor)

7:45:32 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::plasters himself to the wall, startled in his sleep-deprived state::

7:45:48 PM TKirr: Yes.

7:46:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::calms her guffaws:: Deck eight. ::still snickering::

7:46:19 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> Care to share?

7:46:32 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::pops his ears::

7:46:43 PM LtCmdrBusard: Nicely done, ma'am. Orders?

7:46:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Didn't you see Busard snickering?

7:47:07 PM TKirr: Anything to report?

7:47:14 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> Well... yeah.

7:47:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> That was worth the delay in getting to sleep. ::deck eight arrives and she hops out:: Good night, Ensign.

7:47:49 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::A few minutes later, McKnight walks into sickbay, immediately noticing the slight chill:: Did someone not pay the heating bill?

7:48:00 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> ::blinks, and the doors close:: Good night.

7:48:01 PM LtCmdrBusard: Not a thing. Engines are running smooth as butter. Only without the butter.

7:48:18 PM TKirr: ::nods:: As you were.

7:48:30 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Welcome Major! Please disrobe and make yourself comfortable on the table, I'll return shortly.

7:48:30 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Button-pressing!::

7:48:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looking over the fighter squadron roster and wondering how he's gonna fill that opening::

7:48:38 PM TKirr: ::does her own button pressing::

7:49:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> A distress call comes in.

7:50:09 PM TKirr: ::notices call:: Distress call. Initiating audio.

7:51:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Distress Call> ... Federation mining... Caleb Seven... THEY'RE ALL ... SNAILS .... FUCK

7:51:44 PM TKirr: ::appears alarmed, turning to readouts to find the source::

7:51:47 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::With some irritation, he removes everything but the regulation boxer briefs before hopping up on the bio bed.::

7:52:10 PM TKirr: ((Is the call two-way or one?))

7:52:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((Two)

7:52:56 PM TKirr: Caleb Seven, this is the USS Atlantis. You're breaking up. Do you need assistance?

7:53:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: C7> BLARRRRRRGH

7:53:29 PM TKirr: ::looks at Busard::

7:53:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Returns :: Lie back and relax Major. This generally doesnt hurt.

7:53:53 PM LtCmdrBusard: I personally would take that as a yes.

7:54:18 PM TKirr: Helm, redirect course to the source of that transmission.

7:54:31 PM TKirr: +Blackthorne+ T'Kirr to Blackthorne.

7:54:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: EnsOttoPilot> Yes ma'am. ::steers thataway::

7:54:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +Blackthorne+ Yes, Commander.

7:54:52 PM TKirr: +Blackthorne+ Admiral, please come to the Bridge.

7:54:55 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: activates the Biobed, runs a full body scan, lights pass over the Major, results appear on the wall ::

7:54:59 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Complies without complaint:: I HAVE done this before, doctor. Though the "generally" isn't especially encouraging.

7:55:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +T'Kirr+ On my way.

7:55:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::zzz::

7:55:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::steps out of the FO:: Report.

7:56:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Eyes the results :: Interesting. Please sit up now.

7:57:08 PM TKirr: Responding to a distress call. We're enroute. The call wasn't clear, but it's apparently a Federation mining facility. Caleb Seven?

7:57:27 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Gets back up and reaches for his fatigues:: Crunches. We done?

7:58:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sits:: Display all tactical and personnel data on that mining facility.

7:58:24 PM TKirr: ::recalls the information and splashes it across the main viewer::

7:58:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Two hundred miners.

7:59:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Are we in sensor range?

7:59:13 PM TKirr: Long range sensors, yes. I'm running a scan now.

7:59:36 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls out cooled stethescope :: Not quite.

7:59:46 PM TKirr: ((So ebil))

8:00:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (It's been a long time since I've had a proper evil doctor on my ship)

8:00:04 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Arches an eyebrow:: You're kidding me.

8:00:16 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: holds stethescope in her hand to melt the frost :: Let me warm this up a bit.

8:00:41 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Points to the wall, where the bio bed's readings are displayed:: That's my heart rate, right there.

8:01:04 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Places cold metal piece on his back :: No, I'm not kidding. I like a hands on approach. Breathe Major.

8:01:34 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (*cackle*)

8:02:58 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Rolls his eyes:: Fortunately, though his breathing hitches momentarily at the shock of the cold metal touching his skin, his back isn't terribly sensitive to such things:: I suppose you expect me to believe they're all like that

8:03:57 PM TKirr: Nothing unusual on sensors. At current speed, we should reach orbit in seven minutes.

8:04:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: moves still cold metal portion to the front :: That what are all like that?

8:04:51 PM TKirr: ((If McKnight lets off like that it means let him finish =P))

8:04:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No ships in the vicinity?

8:05:01 PM TKirr: Negative.

8:05:39 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Oh, no. Thanks, but that was actually just me running out of space and forgetting to finish with the period.)

8:05:48 PM TKirr: ((omgznoway))

8:05:57 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Doesn't dignify that with a response::

8:06:01 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Ya way.)

8:07:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Damn peculiar.

8:07:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: listens closely a few more seconds :: Well aside from an elevated fat level and a few extra pounds.

8:07:40 PM TKirr: ::at Ian's words, her thoughts move toward how she got a distress call right after being promoted, but doesn't think that's what he's commenting on::

8:08:13 PM TKirr: ((Ebil))

8:08:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Replay the distress call.

8:08:34 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: sniffs slightly :: Is that...bacon I smell?

8:08:43 PM TKirr: ::plays the call, and it crackles to life across the Bridge::

8:08:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::listens and winces::

8:08:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Snails.

8:09:15 PM MisterBoxingBear: (McKnight is not fat, you hack!)

8:09:19 PM TKirr: Part of another word?

8:09:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Conceivably.

8:09:47 PM TKirr: ((Maybe she means in your bloodstream from eating bacon))

8:09:52 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Rolls his eyes:: You got me. Every now and then, I've been known to eat breakfast.

8:10:05 PM MisterBoxingBear: (Yes, I shall assume that, so she may live.)

8:10:12 PM TKirr: ((/nod))

8:10:13 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Well, Harper's boned)

8:10:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Probably!)

8:11:43 PM DrRoxanneCarre: God I miss bacon! *cough* I suggest you cut back a bit on the bacon and add 15 minutes to your daily exercises if you cant refrain.

8:12:33 PM TKirr: DrNolan> ::is nowhere to be found::

8:12:42 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Other than that you seem to be in fairly good condition.

8:13:15 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Lovely lovely button-pressing!::

8:13:51 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Frowns, admittedly a bit surprised by the news. He'd rather thought his exercise regimen was sufficiently adjusted to his dietary habits. Then again, he IS getting older. With a sigh, he reaches for his clothes:: 15 minutes

8:13:55 PM MisterBoxingBear: it is. Thanks, doc.

8:14:01 PM DrRoxanneCarre: If you'll step over to the opti-scanner we'll test your eyes.

8:14:02 PM TKirr: ((Doug go visit Percy she'll repair your ego))

8:14:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((I'll bet she will))

8:14:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Sensor status.

8:15:26 PM TKirr: Approaching orbit, stand by.

8:15:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Visual.

8:15:50 PM TKirr: Viewscreen> ::pop::

8:16:11 PM LtCmdrBusard: (She MIGHT :-P)

8:16:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The colony is located on a small moon and can be clearly seen from orbit, but with no visible damage.

8:17:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks to Busard:: Any damage to their systems?

8:18:05 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Checks the sensors, and her eyes go a bit wider:: One might argue that it would be better to search for any LACK of damage, sir. Their systems are completely fried.

8:18:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: +C7+ Atlantis to Caleb VII.

8:19:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::hears no reply:: Lifesigns?

8:19:54 PM TKirr: ::frowns down at her readouts:: Lifesigns... I'm only picking up twenty-four clear signals... possibly seven faint. ::looks up at the viewscreen, as if it held answers::

8:20:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks back to Percy:: Do they at least have life support?

8:20:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: lines up the opti-scanner :: Now dont blink Major an in 30 seconds you can take off. :: pushes buttons ::

8:21:27 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Takes his time with the clothes, and once that's complete, gazes into the scanner::

8:21:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Checks:: Yes, but it's only operating at 75 percent at the moment, sir.

8:22:52 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes results :: Well look at that. Perfect eyes. Looks like you passed just the extra 15 minutes ought to do it. Have a pleasant day Major.

8:23:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr, assemble an away team, and have sickbay prepare for wounded.

8:23:39 PM TKirr: ::nods and gets to it::

8:24:12 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Nods:: Try not to take it personally if some of my boys come in expecting the ice cold thermometer gag.

8:24:46 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I wouldnt dream of doing anything that low. :: smiles ::

8:24:57 PM TKirr: +McKnight+ T'Kirr to McKnight.

8:25:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Busard, join her to see what you can do about restoring full life support.

8:25:49 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Nods to Blackthorne:: Aye, sir. ::Goes about making sure tricorder, phaser and sonic screwdriver are on her::

8:26:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: From what you told me about their systems, my suspicion is an engineering mishap.

8:26:07 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Leaving sickbay:: +T'Kirr+ McKnight here. Congratulations, and...what's up?

8:26:31 PM TKirr: +McKnight+ Thank you, Major. Please prepare to join an Away Team in Transporter Room One. I'll brief you there.

8:26:46 PM LtCmdrBusard: You may very well be correct, sir. I'll see what I can do.

8:26:59 PM MisterBoxingBear: +T'Kirr+ Sure. Just me, or shall I arrange a detail?

8:27:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Very well.

8:27:16 PM TKirr: +McKnight+ Just a redshirt.

8:27:55 PM LtCmdrBusard: Puddington>::Suddenly feels that his moment has come. But that's probably hallucinations::

8:28:36 PM TKirr: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Dr. Carre. ::starts off to the lift with Busard::

8:28:40 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: waits for sickbay door close :: Computer, increase ambient temperature 7 degrees. :: shivers ::

8:28:41 PM MisterBoxingBear: +T'Kirr+ Riiiight. McKnight out.

8:29:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Carre here.

8:29:24 PM TKirr: +Sickbay+ Please prepare for wounded. Injuries unknown.

8:29:43 PM MisterBoxingBear: ::Stops by security to gear up, and picks the first guy on the duty roster, a one Corporal LaMorte::

8:29:57 PM TKirr: ((rofl))

8:30:11 PM TKirr: ::once in lift with Busard:: Deck Six.

8:30:21 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Aye Commander. Carre out.

8:30:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:30:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:30:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

8:30:39 PM TKirr: ::pauses::

8:31:08 PM LtCmdrBusard: ...Corporal LaMorte?

8:31:12 PM TKirr: Love it.

8:31:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: He'll live, I promise!

8:31:26 PM LtCmdrBusard: That's a terrible lie and you know it.

8:31:28 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Lies!

8:32:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Now now, how many redshirts have I killed?

8:32:31 PM TKirr: They always go down with four people against overwhelming odds. It's the Trek way.

8:33:26 PM LtCmdrBusard: Plus you have a doctor now.

8:33:52 PM TKirr: Well I WAS gonna take her with us... but she'll be busy enough with beam-ups I suspect.

8:33:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's true, you can all get horribly maimed.

8:34:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, I'm hoping to have time for another exam next week...

8:34:35 PM TKirr: Plus, I don't want you to be all lonelies aboard ship, Ian

8:34:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: I'll volunteer. That way you can make fun of Percy's underwear :-P

8:34:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'll wake Harper up and annoy her.

8:34:57 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Oh really?

8:35:06 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yes.

8:35:09 PM TKirr: Lil' wrenches and bolts and things pattern on them?

8:35:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, there's someone aboard who hasn't seen it!

8:35:20 PM LtCmdrBusard: Nope. I'm thinking Green Lantern.

8:35:34 PM TKirr: McKnight prolly has lil' green tanks on his

8:36:43 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Nope they were regulation! (he said so, not like I actually looked or anything).

8:37:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Also!

8:37:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: ...I'm totally not giggling at the idea of green-tank boxered McKnight now.

8:37:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: TOTALLY.

8:37:47 PM TKirr: I'll admit it, I am. =P

8:37:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Congratulations to McKnight and Busard for winning June's Log of the Month!

8:37:56 PM TKirr: CONGRATS!

8:37:57 PM LtCmdrBusard: Woo!

8:38:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yay!

8:38:53 PM MisterBoxingBear: Woo indeed!

8:39:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'll have it up shortly. Bit of website tweaking to do.

8:39:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: And Percy even sent me a bio so I have to create that page!

8:39:18 PM LtCmdrBusard: MWAHAHAHA!

8:39:22 PM LtCmdrBusard: I mean, uh, yay.

8:39:33 PM TKirr: Mine's outdated

8:39:43 PM TKirr: Like T'Kirr's wardrobe

8:39:49 PM TKirr: Don't bother

8:40:10 PM TKirr: Percy and T'Kirr need to go shopping next shore leave

8:40:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: "Let's see... red uniform... red uniform... red uniform...."

8:40:17 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yay!

8:40:42 PM LtCmdrBusard: "Red uniform with LEATHER? Well, we have a winner."

8:40:44 PM TKirr: Let's find a Victoria's Secret

8:40:51 PM LtCmdrBusard: We should.

8:41:02 PM TKirr: Something with lace.

8:41:12 PM TKirr: *shudder*

8:41:21 PM LtCmdrBusard: Heh, for T'Kirr or Percy? :-P

8:41:28 PM TKirr: Hence the shudder.

8:41:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: For the guys...its only fair... >.>

8:41:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Regulation!

8:41:45 PM LtCmdrBusard: Mwahaha. Ian will be a lucky man.

8:41:46 PM TKirr: 'Kay.

8:41:52 PM LtCmdrBusard: Lace can be regulation. Regulation SEXY.

8:41:57 PM TKirr: rofl

8:42:18 PM TKirr: I'm in your closet sexifying your regulation

8:42:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hm, I could put us in the mirror universe with the miniskirts.

8:42:39 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Catch y'all next week...*runs off to dream up more torments*

8:42:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: Aw man. I'm picturing a LOLcat saying those words.

8:42:47 PM TKirr: NO

8:42:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: That would be a radically different mirror universe.

8:43:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: C'mon!

8:43:02 PM TKirr: *snicker*

8:43:04 PM LtCmdrBusard: Fun, but radical.

8:43:26 PM TKirr: No more Vulcans in miniskirts *beg*

8:43:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night, Doc!

8:43:38 PM TKirr: Night, Carre

8:43:44 PM TKirr: Thanks for tormenting. =P

8:43:53 PM LtCmdrBusard: 'Night, scary doctor lady.

8:44:01 PM TKirr: I wonder how she passed her psych

8:44:32 PM MisterBoxingBear: Night, demon doctor.

8:44:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: By scaring the psychologist into signing her paperwork, of course!