9:58:23 PM TKirr: Hate it when I do that.
9:58:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya
9:58:31 PM DrRoxanneCarre: "D
9:58:36 PM TKirr: Omg Carre's here early
9:58:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Amazing, huh?
9:58:52 PM TKirr: Yeah.
10:01:16 PM DrRoxanneCarre: *blames ian*
10:01:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: nowai
10:01:24 PM DrRoxanneCarre: wai
10:01:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya
10:01:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: One or two of you this week? :V
10:01:56 PM DrRoxanneCarre: *waves*
10:02:18 PM ColDougMcKnight: *sigh* Two.
10:02:52 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: I'm sorry :-( The compy should be fixed soon, though. Hopefully by next week.
10:04:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then, let's get this ball rolling.
10:04:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, it's a new day, and Atlantis is en route to rendezvous with the Discovery, having solved the problem on Milyax.
10:05:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Business as usual!
10:05:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?
10:06:10 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: None relevant.
10:06:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then.
10:06:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
10:06:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
10:06:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM
10:06:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::in the Flag Office, reading the morning reports, stars streaking by behind him::
10:07:11 PM TKirr: ::enters the Bridge, relieving the ensign at Science per usual::
10:07:33 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::In Engineering, running diagnostics...Puddington possibly streaking by behind her::
10:07:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sitting at HOps, monitoring power allocations and such:: Good morning, Commander.
10:07:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: *in sickbay, daydreaming over coffee, appears to be reading reports*
10:08:08 PM TKirr: ::nods to Harper professionally::
10:10:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::puts the reports down and walks out onto the bridge:: Status.
10:11:26 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: jolts a little, shakes her head, writes out a quick extension report for Harpers physical ::
10:11:34 PM TKirr: Steady course to the rendezvous point.
10:12:10 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Because I haven't done this in ages, McKnight's turn on the duty roster for bridge duty had finally come up again. So, you know, he was busily not shooting anything.::
10:12:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'll be in the Flag Office, then. Steady as she goes.
10:12:53 PM TKirr: ::nods::
10:13:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::head back into the FO and sits down, going back to his reports::
10:14:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::glad he still didn't bring up the physical, maybe he forgot::
10:16:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::opens the drawer that serves as his humidor and ponders::
10:19:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::selects one of his newest arrivals from Cuba and cuts it::
10:20:14 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks around notices Nolan not looking busy :: Nolan, make sure our inventory and supplies list are up-to-date. Always have to be prepared...
10:20:27 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Finishes her diagnostic:: Alright. Quinn, you have Engineering. I'll be on the bridge. ::And off she goes to submit the daily diagnostics report!::
10:21:24 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::nods but grumbles silently as he turns to make it so::
10:22:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::lights the cigar and leans back to enjoy it::
10:24:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hm, that's awful for a Cuban. ::scowls at the cigar::
10:25:10 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Mutters at his console:: Come on, red 3.
10:25:42 PM TKirr: ::perks eyebrow, but doesn't look up::
10:26:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::blinks, his vision starting to blur::
10:27:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::starts coughing like crazy::
10:27:59 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Observes how clearly, his life sucks beyond all others. Stupid solitaire.::
10:28:05 PM TKirr: ::frowns, then looks up at the door to the flag office, unsure as to what's suddenly troubling her::
10:28:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::slumps in the chair, dropping the cigar, wheezing::
10:29:03 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Percy steps out of the turbolift, heading towards T'Kirr with her trusty PADD, then noting the frown.:: Is everything alright, ma'am?
10:29:03 PM TKirr: ::just stares at the door, confused::
10:29:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: heads to 10 forward for a gooey sundae, hoping it will help her atttitude ::
10:30:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::falls to the floor, constantly coughing::
10:31:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :gets to all fours to try to pull himself up with the desk, but falls::
10:32:11 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: Uh...ma'am? ::Follows her gaze to the door:: Is there something wrong with the Admiral?
10:32:36 PM TKirr: ::suddenly notices Percy and the PADD in her hand, and becomes even more confused when she feels like none of it matters::
10:32:52 PM TKirr: The Admiral?
10:33:05 PM TKirr: ::looks up at the door again:: Something wrong? What's wrong with him?
10:33:19 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Enters and sees Jack behind the counter polishing glasses, heads toward an empty seat ::
10:33:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::tries again to pull himself up but then notices his legs don't work::
10:33:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::taps his commbadge but can't talk through the coughing::
10:33:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> What'll it be, Doc? ::with his award-winning (TM) smile::
10:33:50 PM TKirr: ((Does the comm go through to anyone?))
10:34:21 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I'd love a double fudge chocolate sundae, heavy on the fudge...
10:34:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((No because he can't say who to send it to))
10:34:33 PM TKirr: ((Right))
10:35:00 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Looks to the door, then back at her:: Uh...I'll just...see if Admiral Blackthorne wants to have a look at this diagnostic, then. ::Provided she's not blocked, Percy will proceed to head towards the FO door and ring the chime.::
10:35:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::reaches out with his mind:: ~HELP!~
10:35:27 PM TKirr: ::jumps suddenly and whispers:: Ian...
10:35:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::replicates that right up and brings it to her:: There you go.
10:36:00 PM DrRoxanneCarre: You're a lifesaver Jack! :: digs in ::
10:36:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Hope it helps!
10:36:16 PM TKirr: ::tears towards the door and keys in her override::
10:36:37 PM TKirr: Random Ensign on Bridge> . . .
10:36:44 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Quickly steps out of the way, looking highly alarmed::
10:36:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::staring at the still-lit cigar, starting to lose the ability to breathe::
10:37:01 PM DrRoxanneCarre: It wont help the fit of my uniform but I'm hoping for a mental adjustment.
10:37:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Aren't you also the counselor?
10:37:35 PM TKirr: ::slips through the doors as soon as they slip open to find Blackthorne on the floor, Percy close behind::
10:38:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, but even counselors 'need' chocolate occasionally. :: licks a bit of fudge off her spoon ::
10:38:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> Enjoy, then.
10:38:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::gasping for air, looks up at them::
10:38:58 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Once she sees Blackthorne:: SHIT. ::Gets on the comm to Sickbay:: +Sickbay+ Busard to Sickbay! We need a medical team in the Flag Office, STAT!
10:39:36 PM TKirr: ::rushes to Ian's side, eyes wide with alarm:: Ian! What's wrong? ::puts a hand to his head::
10:40:03 PM TKirr: Nolan> !
10:40:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::just fights for breath, can't reply::
10:40:15 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::By this point, McKnight can hardly fail to have noticed the commotion, and so he too joins the swiftly growing crowd, gently but hurriedly shouldering his way past if necessary:: What the hell is going on in here?
10:40:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: scoops a nice gooey pile of fudge onto her spoon, eyes it appreciatively before popping it into her mouth :: Mmmmm!
10:41:09 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::quickly dispatches the medical team, being at its front, and rushes down the corridor:: +Carre+ Nolan to Dr. Carre, medical team dispatched to the Flag Office.
10:42:15 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: swallows quickly :: +Nolan+ Caar here
10:42:15 PM TKirr: ::doesn't seem to notice anyone but the admiral, crouching down by him with a hand to his chest and trying to assess why he can't breathe::
10:42:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes start to droop as he begins to lose consciousness::
10:42:53 PM TKirr: Nolan> +Carre+ I think you'd better get to the Flag Office, Doctor.
10:43:09 PM TKirr: No! ::fists his shirt::
10:43:10 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +Nolan+ ...on my way. :: glances regretfully at the sunday and rushes out ::
10:43:14 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks highly worriedly at McKnight:: I don't think he can breathe. Do you know of any emergency medical kits that might have oxygen masks?
10:43:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack> ::eyebrows shoot up, wondering what's wrong::
10:44:13 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods:: Panel under science station two. Not that we can be sure that'll help without...tongs. Do you have any on you? Pincers, a probe of any kind?
10:44:20 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Eyeing the cigar with narrowed eyes::
10:44:21 PM TKirr: ::pants shallowly with frustration, trying to think but finding it difficult::
10:45:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::passes out from lack of oxygen::
10:45:23 PM TKirr: Ian! ::alarmed as he goes limp::
10:45:54 PM TKirr: ::looks up, noticing with a bit of surprise the crowd of officers:: We've got to get him to Sickbay!
10:46:02 PM TKirr: ::moves to pick Ian up, all by herself::
10:46:11 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Quirks an eyebrow but hurriedly gets out a set of pliers.:: These'll have to do you. ::Runs off to Science station 2, yelling on the comm as she does so:: +Carre+ Hurry it the hell up, doctor! He can't breathe!
10:46:54 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::arrives at the Flag Office, pushing people out of the way as his team enters:: Move aside!
10:47:15 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Computer emergency site to site transport, Blackthorne to Sickbay, Carre to Sickbay!
10:47:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::shimmers out of T'Kirr's arms and appears in sickbay, not breathing::
10:48:05 PM TKirr: ::stares at the blank spot::
10:48:10 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight, having already heard the call for the med team, thus the not helping with Blackthorne, takes hold of the cigar with the pliers in one hand, tapping his comm badge with the other::
10:48:37 PM TKirr: MedTeam> ::returns to Sickbay::
10:48:40 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Sickbay+ Sickbay, McKnight here. Exercise caution. We have reason to suspect some sort of toxin is in his system.
10:49:10 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: appears in Sickbay sees Blackthorne :: Crap! Computer emergency site to site transport Nolan to Sickbay.
10:49:46 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::arrives in Sickbay and finds Ian unconscious on a biobed and Carre next to him::
10:49:55 PM TKirr: Nolan> What's this about a toxin?
10:50:15 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Returns to the FO with an oxygen mask to find the admiral gone, but is relieved nonetheless. She then looks up at the others silently, and steps aside to let T'Kirr inevitably pass her.::
10:50:36 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks out Ian, puts a breathing apparatus on to assist respiration ::
10:50:54 PM TKirr: ::rushes forward and administers a hypo::
10:51:00 PM TKirr: ((That'd be Nolan))
10:51:48 PM TKirr: ::as Percy moves, exits the Flag Office and heads to the TL::
10:52:05 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: scans with a medi-scanner for vitals and any foreign substances ::
10:52:11 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Follows immediately::
10:53:39 PM DrRoxanneCarre: +McKnight+Carre here, why do you think there is a toxin?
10:54:04 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Taps his comm badge, staring after the other two:: +Transporter guy+ McKnight to transporter room 1. Require immediate site to site transport to sickbay. I've got something the doctors will want to see immediately.
10:54:40 PM TKirr: ACTION> ::trumping the comm call, the transporter beam picks McKnight up and deposits him into Sickbay::
10:55:30 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::As he materialiazes:: Because the two things that stood out when we entered were a gasping Blackthorne, and a still smoking cigar. And this seems a little fast for emphezema. Speaking of which, we should get this in a
10:55:43 PM ColDougMcKnight: medical containment field immediately before running any scans.::
10:56:13 PM TKirr: Harper, you have the Bridge! ::enters TL with Percy, not waiting for an acknowledgement:: Deck fifteen!
10:56:28 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Medi-scanner lets out a terrible screeching sound :: Toxin confirmed!
10:56:28 PM ColDougMcKnight: (Nix the colons)
10:56:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::eyes wide at the whole situation, but takes the bridge::
10:56:58 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Just follows where T'Kirr goes::
10:57:21 PM TKirr: ::paces the small interior of the lift, Percy flattened to the wall to avoid her::
10:58:03 PM TKirr: What's happening to him? Why can he suddenly not breathe?
10:58:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::not breathing even with the mask, heart starting to fail::
10:58:27 PM TKirr: Nolan> Cardio functions failing!
10:59:23 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: I heard McKnight say something about a toxin. ::Flattens accordingly from the pacing::
10:59:29 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hypos of Formazine and Vitalizer B, get him on a BGI stat!
10:59:43 PM TKirr: Nolan> On it!
11:00:15 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::hypos in hand, quickly presses them one by one to Blackthorne's skin::
11:00:27 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: hooks up a physiostimulator ::
11:01:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::heartbeat returns to acceptable levels::
11:01:20 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: takes a deep breath ::
11:01:53 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Silently just backsteps into the corner, watching vigilantly and all that jazz, but knowing better than to get in the way::
11:01:54 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::droops a bit::
11:02:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::gasps under the mask::
11:02:25 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Eyes viatals :: He should be coming around...there we go. Ian?
11:02:26 PM TKirr: ::exits TL and jogs to the Sickbay doors::
11:02:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::eyes open wide as he gasps::
11:03:20 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Running running running::
11:03:51 PM TKirr: ::enters Sickbay to see the party, Carre saying Ian's name, and approaches as close as she can::
11:04:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Nolan take that item from Col McKnight and get it into analysis.
11:04:37 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Ian, you're in sickbay, do you understand?
11:04:42 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::glances over, noticing it in McKnight's hand, and nods, rushing off to get a cointainer::
11:04:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::breathes, labored, under the mask::
11:04:50 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Sneaks into the background, looking on, relieved that Blackthorne is at least alive.::
11:05:01 PM TKirr: ::looks from Carre to Ian::
11:05:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods in understanding to Carre::
11:06:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::reaches for the mask::
11:06:32 PM DrRoxanneCarre: It appears you've been poisoned by a toxin of some sort. Any idea where that came from?
11:06:44 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Holding the thing away from him:: Before Blackthorne dies again would be nice.
11:07:01 PM TKirr: ::looks up at Carre at the mention of toxin::
11:07:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::pulls at the mask::
11:07:32 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: helps pull the mask off ::
11:07:40 PM TKirr: Nolan> ::comes and retrieves the foul object, placing it in the container and moving off to get it analyzed properly::
11:08:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes vitals, doesnt look happy ::
11:08:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::coughs, then talks:: Is there an antitoxin?
11:08:44 PM TKirr: ::comes around the biobed, across from Carre, taking Ian's hand::
11:08:45 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I dont know yet what the toxin is.
11:09:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr...
11:09:55 PM TKirr: ::staring down into Ian's eyes:: I'm here.
11:10:28 PM ColDougMcKnight: (Hahaha, it rhymes)
11:10:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::squeezes her hand:: If I have been poisoned, only one man can be ultimately responsible... but proving it will be difficult.
11:11:11 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Looks at T'Kirr :: I'm going to have to put him in stasis to slow down the toxin until we can identify it.
11:11:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::reaches up and grabs the back of her head with his other hand and pulls her close enough to whisper in her ear:: Admiral Harris did this.
11:12:15 PM ColDougMcKnight: Lord Hykon? Marcus? Um...anyone close to thzt Orion you shot in the head...
11:12:22 PM ColDougMcKnight: (*that)
11:13:02 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Percy gives McKnight a dirty look.::
11:13:40 PM TKirr: ::having understood Ian's words, looks back down at him, searching his eyes, unsure of what to say lest she betray his confidence::
11:13:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks up at her and coughs::
11:14:30 PM TKirr: How do you know? Ian?
11:14:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You're in command... take the Atlantis and find Captain Gerard and the Hemingway. Call Zuriyev and he'll cover for you.
11:15:29 PM TKirr: ::swallows:: You'll be fine soon, I'm sure.
11:15:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::focuses directly on her:: I know.
11:15:55 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: watches vitals ping up and down :: Ian, I'm putting you in stasis. We'll fix you up in no time at all.
11:16:19 PM TKirr: ::looks up at Carre, then squeezes Ian's hand, understanding she has to let him go::
11:17:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Go to my office, the PADD at the bottom of my bottom desk drawer will give you a restaurant on Orban II.
11:17:17 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: motions to one of the orderlys to bring over the portable stasis unit ::
11:17:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Wait ::coughwheeze:: doctor
11:17:41 PM TKirr: ::brow furrows, nodding her understanding::
11:17:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::squeezes her hand one more time:: Get. That. Son of a Bitch.
11:19:32 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: sets up the unit :: Night Ian, we'll see you soon.
11:20:20 PM TKirr: ::lets go and steps back::
11:20:24 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: activates the unit ::
11:20:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::looks at her as he goes into stasis, then his eyes shut::
11:21:01 PM TKirr: ::shuts her own eyes, assimilating it all::
11:21:52 PM ColDougMcKnight: (R: Shit! She's a Borg! I knew it!)
11:21:59 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes vitals evening out :: He'll be okay for a while but it only slows the toxin down, our time IS limited.
11:22:19 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Frowns gravely as she looks on::
11:22:33 PM TKirr: ::nods and opens her eyes:: Take care of him, Doctor. Let me know what you find out about that toxin.
11:23:21 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I'll send a copy of the formula to SF med central for them to run through their database.
11:24:23 PM TKirr: ::nods and turns to Percy and Doug:: Return to your stations. Let's find the Hemingway.
11:25:14 PM ColDougMcKnight: She's in the Yenrai sector.
11:26:25 PM TKirr: ::nods:: Let's get to it, then. ::leaves Sickbay::
11:26:40 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Percy simply nods, and heads back to her station at the Bridge::
11:26:52 PM TKirr: +Harper+ T'Kirr to the Bridge.
11:26:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Harper here.
11:27:24 PM TKirr: +Harper+ Set a course for the Yenrai sector, maximum warp.
11:27:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Yes ma'am. ::does a giant U-Turn, once again failing to rendezvous with the Discovery::
11:27:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
11:28:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM
11:28:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE IM
11:28:12 PM TKirr: ::pauses::
11:28:44 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: ::Le paused::
11:29:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Well well, back to revisit our favorite mercenary force.
11:29:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: >.>
11:29:19 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I dont know them!
11:29:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You'll get to know them!
11:30:22 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I dont want to! I want to finish my damn sundae!
11:30:28 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :D
11:30:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jack already thew that away!
11:32:20 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: After I ate the rest of it!
11:32:21 PM ColDougMcKnight: MWAHAHAHA
11:32:27 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Nuuuu!
11:32:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Oh snap!
11:32:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Wait, it's poisoned.
11:32:49 PM ColDougMcKnight: R: Well, you TOLD me to eat more desserts. You did not specify as to whose-wait what?
11:32:53 PM TKirr: o_O
11:33:02 PM ColDougMcKnight: SHIT
11:33:03 PM DrRoxanneCarre: *snicker*
11:33:30 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: warms up another stasis unit ::
11:33:40 PM ColDougMcKnight: Aw poop.
11:33:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Just in case the cigar didn't get him, they poisoned the chocolate.
11:34:26 PM ColDougMcKnight: Well, that's just great. Harris ruins EVERYTHING.
11:34:28 PM ColDougMcKnight: :-(
11:34:51 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Thankfully its not a toxin that affects women...ladies! Sundae's all around! :D
11:34:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> :toot:
11:35:18 PM ColDougMcKnight: Wooo!
11:35:29 PM TKirr: Wee, Vulcan on a sugar high.
11:37:08 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Percy I'm going to have to bug you about my pet (Q-bit)
11:38:27 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys! :D
11:38:36 PM TKirr: Night, good sim.
11:38:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night y'all!
11:39:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night, you Bostonians :)
11:40:01 PM ColDougMcKnight: Oh, whoops.
11:40:03 PM ColDougMcKnight: 'Night!