9:59:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hi :)

10:00:21 PM Charity Suite: Hey y'all

10:00:41 PM Charity Suite: Well ... y'you

10:00:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Heh, never heard that one, even down here. :)

10:01:27 PM Charity Suite: ::grin::  Hey, it's *my* Southern accent.  I can do whatever I want with it.  ;-)

10:01:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Fair enough!

10:01:44 PM Charity Suite: Oh, I have good news and bad news.

10:01:53 PM Charity Suite: Rob's not coming tonight.

10:02:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: What's the b-, nah, too easy.

10:02:40 PM Charity Suite: Heh.  Figured it was both.  ;-)

10:02:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Percy

10:03:08 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hoy thar.

10:03:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Heya T'Kirr

10:03:30 PM TKirr: Hey.

10:04:39 PM ColDougMcKnight: Evening, all.  Just waiting on Rob and Carre then?

10:04:53 PM Charity Suite: No Rob tonight.

10:04:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Rob ain't gonna make it, and Carre's not even in WoW to pester.

10:05:09 PM TKirr: So dunno what Carre's up to?

10:05:11 PM Charity Suite: He has an 18 page paper due Friday.

10:05:23 PM Charity Suite: That he's starting tonight.

10:05:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Lemme double check WoW

10:05:52 PM LtCmdrBusard: Haha, it's that season again.

10:06:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I don't wanna call her again though. :v

10:06:03 PM LtCmdrBusard: I myself just wrote 11 papers in the past two days. :-P

10:06:10 PM Charity Suite: Yuck.

10:06:16 PM TKirr: Meeps.

10:06:39 PM Charity Suite: I would yell at Rob, but he (and the rest of the class) just got the okay from their professor on their outlines tonight in class.

10:06:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, no Carre. I think we'll begin with who we have!

10:06:56 PM LtCmdrBusard: I see. That sucks. :-P

10:07:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: *:-(

10:07:10 PM Charity Suite: Indeed

10:08:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Actually, I need a couple minutes.

10:08:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I may have accidentally deleted the chatlog archive when I moved the website.

10:08:58 PM TKirr: o_O

10:08:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: Whoops!

10:09:00 PM Charity Suite: Whut-oh

10:09:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Thank goodness for time machine!

10:12:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yes, automatic backups are the best things ever.

10:13:06 PM TKirr: =D

10:13:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: OK, chatlogs are coming back up. On that note, the Atlantis site is now on professional hosting and won't go down when I move my computer.

10:13:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hooray!

10:14:00 PM TKirr: Yay, our ship is professional now. =)

10:14:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: It's also much faster.

10:14:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: There's some weirdness in the log database concerning straight quote marks vs. slanted quotes, which I'm slowly fixing.

10:14:52 PM TKirr: I'm using a cell phone as a modem. >_>

10:15:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: slanted quotes translated to garbage on their database server

10:15:45 PM TKirr: You mean like... ` and ' ?

10:15:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: OK, let's get rolling. Tonight our specially acquired ship with its strike team (defined by McKnight) is entering Orban II orbit.

10:15:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (yes)

10:16:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (they turned to garbage and I have to find/replace in each affected log)

10:17:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Atlantis and Hemingway  are staying back away from the system as to hopefully not draw attention.

10:17:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

10:17:48 PM TKirr: Yah, do I get to stay in the Chair and say Make it so! all sim?

10:18:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Depends on what you're making so.

10:18:05 PM Charity Suite: Do I have to clean up the hair color in SickBay?

10:18:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You have to fix Ian's hair!

10:18:33 PM TKirr: Dunno, T'Kirr might find it sexy.

10:18:33 PM Charity Suite: (m) Hope it didn't all fall out.

10:18:43 PM TKirr: Or not. <_<

10:18:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ian won't like being blond. Or bald.

10:18:59 PM TKirr: blaaack make it blaaack

10:19:01 PM Charity Suite: Psssh.  He's sleeping.

10:19:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Besides, Star Trek captains have to keep their sex appeal. It's the law.

10:19:08 PM ColDougMcKnight: Neon pink!

10:19:13 PM ColDougMcKnight: With a mohawk!

10:19:40 PM TKirr: So.... does that mean T'Kirr has temp appeal?

10:19:44 PM ColDougMcKnight: You never know.  A freak solar phenomenon could send the ship hurtling back to the 80s.  We have to be prepared.

10:19:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright then...

10:19:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:19:51 PM Charity Suite: Indeed.

10:19:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:19:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:20:09 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Damnit, now I have that song from the Lion King stuck in my head)

10:20:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sitting at Helm watching the strike force's ship on long-range sensors::

10:20:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Working on a final patchup job on a damaged section of the hull::

10:21:01 PM TKirr: ::sitting on the Chair behind Harper, watching the same thing::

10:21:29 PM Charity Suite: ::drops several soaking-wet towels into the recycler::  Yuck.  This here oxy-whatsis stuff stanks ta high heaven!

10:22:18 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Er...alright, that's a lie. Apparently she was on the ship with the strike force. D'oh!::

10:22:19 PM Charity Suite: ::flips on the air filtering system to 'High', sees everyone struggling to walk against the wind::

10:22:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Orban II Port Authority> Unidentified ship, this is the Port Authority, transmit credentials.

10:23:16 PM TKirr: ((Hm, Mr. SciGuy's supposed to be on the ship, too. =/))

10:23:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((He stayed behind, Percy's there now!))

10:24:44 PM TKirr: Mr. Logan, are passive scans sufficient at this range?

10:24:54 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Percy smiles as she continues tapping away at a communications panel as she tries to hack into any potential enemy satellites in the area. She felt sufficiently badass doing so::

10:25:44 PM TKirr: EnsLogan> Yes, Commander. Captain, sorry. ::shakes his head from behind Science:: They shouldn't detect anything if they get suspicious enough to check.

10:26:21 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::And on that note, McKnight points to his department's new second in command as he steps back away from the view screen.  If Shore DID make his way here, it's entirely possible he's ensured that the locals will know a department head on sight.::

10:26:25 PM Charity Suite: 'Clean this mess up' she says.  'Ah'll be right back' she says.  Pfft.

10:27:20 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar, you're up.  Percy, oblige the gentleman, and transmit our totally legit shipping manifest and logs.

10:27:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Orban II Port Authority> Unidentified ship, this is the Port Authority, transmit credentials.

10:27:48 PM Charity Suite: ::glances at the unconscious man's hair as she passes the doorway::  Hmm.  Bettah hope he stays sleepin' fer a lil' while longer.

10:30:26 PM TKirr: ::with a weary eye on the sensors out of habit:: +Engineering+ Bridge to Engineering.

10:30:46 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Grins:: Aye, sir. +Orban II+ Port Authority, this is vessel Forlorn Hope. Transmitting credentials now. ::And with a few buttons pushed, a forged manifest and logs are sent to the Port Authority's coordinates::

10:30:53 PM ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> +T'Kirr+ Engineering hree.  Go ahead, bridge.

10:31:06 PM ColDougMcKnight: (here)

10:31:10 PM TKirr: +Quinn+ How are hull repairs coming?

10:31:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: O2PA> Proceed to landing pad four.

10:32:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: O2PA Guy> ::sounds pretty bored::

10:32:52 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Grimaces, clearly having been hoping for the chance to bark something curt and unpleasant after being questioned::  The pahtk didn't even give us a chance to bribe him.  What kind of pirate haven is this?

10:33:00 PM Charity Suite: ::finishes washing her hands for the umpteenth time::

10:34:07 PM LtCmdrBusard: +Orban II+ Landing pad four, acknowledged. ::Cuts the comm channel there, and looks to Ragnar:: Presumably one where we'll be saving perfectly good counterfeit currency. ::Grins to herself deviously:: Yarr...

10:34:34 PM ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> +T'Kirr+ We've taken down a few bulkheads we won't be missing any time soon, and welded them into place over the hull.  We're running stress tests now.  It looks airtight, but it's no replacement for the missing armor plating.  That's going to be a weak spot until we take this ship to a proper repair facility.  No way around it, ma'am.

10:35:35 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Stares at her blankly::  I don't get that presumably quaint popular culture reference.

10:35:48 PM Charity Suite: ::pulls out the latest lab reports and gets a hot cinnamon black tea::  AhhhhTahme ta park mah kiester.

10:36:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> They're descending, Captain.

10:36:40 PM Charity Suite: ::glances at the Urgent Care section, all is calm, at least for the moment::

10:36:46 PM TKirr: +Quinn+ Good work. I want a report by seventeen hundred. I'll try to get her in to drydock as soon as possible.

10:36:54 PM ColDougMcKnight: She'll explain it later.  Pull up a map, Percy.  Let's see what sort of a hike we're looking at to get to this sandwich joint our target likes so much.

10:37:15 PM TKirr: ::switches off the comm to concentrate and leans forward, elbows on her knees:: No signs of suspicion?

10:37:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Nothing yet.

10:39:27 PM TKirr: ::nods and just watches::

10:40:16 PM Charity Suite: Lemme see dis.  ::takes a sip of tea and starts to read the lab analysis of Ian's hair follicles::

10:41:57 PM LtCmdrBusard: Aye, sir. ::taps into the topography database and pulls up a relief of the area they'll be landing in, pointing at the docking area:: We will be landing here. The place we're looking for is located here ::Points to a small red dot a ways off of the starting point::

10:42:03 PM TKirr: ::sighs silently, realizing she's nervous, having resisted the urge to get up and walk half a dozen times:: +Suite+ Bridge to Sickbay.

10:42:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: Looks like it shouldn't be any farther than four miles to the eatery.

10:43:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: About 50 random goons> ::surrounding the landing pad as they see a ship coming in::

10:44:01 PM Charity Suite: Hmm.  ::helps herself to some holiday butter cookies::  That's innerestin'.

10:44:33 PM TKirr: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Dr. Suite.

10:45:07 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the consoles:: Aand...we've got company.

10:45:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> ::arrives on the bridge and assumes Tactical::

10:45:22 PM Charity Suite: ::frowns at one line, then answers the phone:: +T+ Suite heah.  Kin Ah help y'all?

10:46:17 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Glances over at the monitors with a grimace.  It fades quickly enough though.::  Ragnar, we're in luck.  Looks like you get to play the no nonsense captain after all.

10:46:18 PM TKirr: +Suite+ How's our VIP patient, Doctor?

10:47:54 PM TKirr: ::catches Syvek and gives him a once over while waiting for a response to her comm::

10:47:56 PM Charity Suite: ::chews the cookie and swallows::  +T+ He's ahhhh ... he's restin'.  Condishun's th' same.  HIs ... ahhh ... his ::stops, wondering how to explain Ian's Billy Idol-white hair to T'Kirr::

10:48:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> ::nods courteously to T'Kirr::

10:48:39 PM TKirr: ::nods courteously back::

10:48:57 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::As if in demonstration, he picks up his phaser rifle, one of the older style ones with the collapsible grips.  He gestures to a few other Atlantis marines, dressed in civvies who carry the same model::  I need you boys to follow me.  Any of Gerard's boys who aren't carrying Federation standard issue weapons, form up as well and follow me.

10:49:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> ::looking at the sensors:: A fighter squadron has launched from the planet.

10:49:27 PM TKirr: +Suite+ ::waits a beat:: His what, Doctor?

10:49:38 PM Charity Suite: +T+ Doctah Carre wuz tryin' out ... er ... she found some ions ... there wuz a lil' ... uhhh.

10:50:15 PM Charity Suite: ::mutters violently about some bosses who let their subordinates take the fall for their actions::

10:50:50 PM TKirr: +Suite+ What's wrong? is Doctor Carre there?

10:51:05 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Watches as the marines group together, and adjusts the civilian engineer goggles perched on her head as she totally doesn't steal an appreciative glance at McKnight's ass::

10:51:19 PM TKirr: ::braces herself against the armrests, that much closer to rising::

10:51:20 PM Charity Suite: +T+ ::very chipper::  Oh, nothin's wrong!  Nope, fahne as frog hair!

10:51:28 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::At McKnight's signal, opens the hatch and steps out from the ship, bat'leth tucked under his left arm and a disruptor in his right hand, pointed right at the closest goon's head.::

10:52:05 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> You, interloper!  This ship is private property!  State your business, and then leave, before I leave your genitals hanging from my hull for the pleasure of the crows!

10:52:11 PM Charity Suite: +T+ Y'know, lemme go see if'n Ah kin find Doctah Carre fer ya, Cap'n.

10:52:29 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::And of course, McKnight and his men follow him out and form a firing line to back up the threat.::

10:52:32 PM TKirr: +Suite+ . . .

10:52:47 PM Charity Suite: +T+ Hold, please!

10:52:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Lead Goon> Ya wants ta land, ya pays the docking tax!

10:53:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Lead Goon> ::has lots of other goons pointing weapons of all sorts::

10:53:31 PM Charity Suite: (Goonies!)

10:53:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> The squadron appears to be a normal patrol.

10:53:56 PM TKirr: ::hesitates, trying to figure out if she'd misunderstood Suite's answer as a reason to be concerned or not, and just what exactly frog hair is, long enough that the comm cancels by default::

10:54:36 PM TKirr: Small Goon> ::wields a butterknife::

10:54:50 PM Charity Suite: ::sees the line go dead and sighs a sigh of relief::

10:55:11 PM Charity Suite: Ah ain't takin' the blame fer th' bad bleach job.

10:55:46 PM Charity Suite: ::glances back at her PADD of lab reports::  Whut th' ...

10:55:47 PM TKirr: ::decides to hold, still unsure as she's distracted to notice the Forlorn Hope has docked with apparently no trouble::

10:56:07 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> You require tribute?  A token to earn our welcome?

10:56:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Lead Goon> If ya means money with them fancy words, then yar.

10:56:46 PM Charity Suite: (Yar?)

10:56:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (yarrrrrrrrrrr)

10:57:56 PM Charity Suite: +T+ ::rather excitedly::  Cap'n, AH thank y'all should mighta wawnt ta come down ta SickBay an' see sumpin'.

10:58:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> They've landed, Captain.

10:58:38 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods briefly, and shoots the head goon in the face before aiming at a new target::  You're next.  Then the ugly one with the stupid scarf.  If you recognize these ridges or the armor, you know I do not fear death.  Unless you can say the same, begone churls!

10:59:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Goons> ::turns and looks at one another before cutting and running::

10:59:58 PM TKirr: ::perks up, to Harper distractedly:: Good, continue monitoring, of course.

11:00:03 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Spits on the ground they've just vacated agreeably::  Pathetic.

11:00:12 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Watches the goons flee:: ...Heh.

11:00:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> ::monitoring the fighter squadron patrol::

11:00:29 PM TKirr: +Suite+ What is it, Doctor? And who do you mean to come down besides me? Is it important enough to warrant my immediate attention?

11:01:13 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Pats Ragnar on the back::  Good to have you onboard.  Organize a guard.  I'm getting my duffel to conceal this, taking a half squad, and scoping out the restaurant.  Be ready for our signal.

11:01:32 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Nods with a wolfish smile::  It will be done, Colonel.

11:01:42 PM Charity Suite: +T'Kirr+ Well ... as ta that ...

11:01:50 PM Charity Suite: +T'Kirr+ Nope.

11:02:46 PM Charity Suite: +T'Kirr+ But Ah'll keep ya posted.  Bah now!  +click+

11:02:49 PM TKirr: ::frowns, wondering if there's something wrong with the UT::

11:03:45 PM Charity Suite: ::scurries in to talk with some of the Lab techs about the hair analysis::

11:05:12 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Walking back onto the ship's bridge, stowing his rifle in his duffel and checking his hand phaser under his jacket::  Alright Busard.  Watch the ship well.  When we give the word, I'll be counting on you to get the rest of tour men where they need to go in a hurry.

11:05:28 PM Charity Suite: No, no, not th' peroxides ... this heah.  This line, 'bout (however long Ian's been unconscious) ago.

11:05:58 PM ColDougMcKnight: (our men.  Damn typos tonight.)

11:06:19 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Nods:: I'll take good care of her, sir. Just let us know when you need reinforcements.

11:06:20 PM TKirr: (That makes a lot more sense.)

11:06:41 PM Charity Suite: Lab Guys> That's a pretty flimsy result.  We'd need to run some more tests.

11:07:21 PM Charity Suite: ::swallows hard:;  Ah purely hate ta pull hair outta a person ... but Ah s'pose he ain't gonna feel it.

11:08:03 PM Charity Suite: But y'all agree?  It could be whut we's been lookin' fer.

11:08:47 PM TKirr: ::forces herself to sit back, her tense shoulders pushing into the Plushness as she works through their plan and its various components in her mind, factoring in annoying probabilities of success and failure::

11:08:52 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Acknowledging with a grin, he sets out with five men, leaving his jacket open to make sure the phaser is fully visible.  They don't need any more damn delays from idiot locals.  And because there's neither time not a lot of fun in posting out a 4 mile walk, they manage the trek in about an hour before taking up surveillance positions to await their guy.::

11:08:58 PM Charity Suite: Lab Guys> Perhaps, Doctor.  But you cannot diagnose based on one test result.  *We* follow protocols.

11:09:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> Time passes, and the mark enters the eatery.

11:09:31 PM Charity Suite: Well, lah dee dah.

11:10:29 PM Charity Suite: ::walks to Ian's bedside and frowns::  Self-impotent lab techs.  Ah thinks they teach 'em that in Lab Tech school.

11:11:18 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Cracks his neck::  +Percy+ Busard, come in.

11:12:58 PM TKirr: Status on our little hunting party?

11:13:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Looks like they're still staked out, from what I can tell.

11:13:22 PM LtCmdrBusard: +McKnight+ Busard here.

11:14:00 PM TKirr: Staked out?

11:14:00 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Busard+ Our guy finally showed up, and we're making our move.  Send an encrypted transmission to Atlantis.  We're securing the package.

11:14:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Waiting for the guy.

11:14:33 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Busard+ And start beaming our troops into position.  We'll need to hold this area until Atlantis and Hemingway fight their way past the local defenses.

11:16:40 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Doesn't wait for the impending acknowledgement, but instead simply draws his rifle, nodding to his men, and crossing the street, at which point he kicks open the door and fires a few shots toward the ceiling to make sure he has everyone's attention.::

11:17:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Patrons> ::draw an incredible assortment of weaponry::

11:17:54 PM Charity Suite: ::sighs:: Ah'm sorry, Mistah Adm'rl, suh.  But it's fer a good cause.

11:18:09 PM LtCmdrBusard: +McKnight+ Aye, sir. ::Notifies the troops to get into transport positions before encrypting a message that she sends to the Atlantis, which reads simply "Package being secured". She then begins transporting troops into their defense positions::

11:18:18 PM Charity Suite: ::plucks a pair of hairs from four different places on Ian's head::

11:19:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> They're moving in now.

11:19:55 PM TKirr: ::sits up in a rush:: They've found him.

11:20:35 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight immediately drops the first one he sees so much as twitching, as his men follow suit, the two behind him sweeping sections of bench on wide beam stun::  Don't be idiots.  We're here for Jvar, and that

11:21:12 PM ColDougMcKnight: 's it.  All the rest of you need to do is get the hell out of here before I lose my patience.

11:21:41 PM TKirr: Let's not leave them stranded. Mobilize the Hemingway and move in, yellow alert. Are the Sharks standing by?

11:22:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> As always, Captain.

11:22:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::signals the Hemingway that it's game on::

11:24:29 PM TKirr: ::nods and looks to Syvek as Harper's busy making the Atlantis look good:: Any sign that we've been detected?

11:24:34 PM ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Gerard doesn't even acknowledge verbally.  The Hemingway simply powers up its warp drive and zooms on in, dropping to impulse several hundred kilometers from the planet.

11:24:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jvar> ::is not a stupid man, stands up, nudging his briefcase under the table with his foot while he raises his hands::

11:25:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Nothing yet, Captain.

11:25:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Patrons> ::disappointed in the lack of a brawl::

11:25:56 PM Charity Suite: Okie dokie.  Let's do this here test again.

11:26:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::bringing the Atlantis alongside the Hemingway::

11:26:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> We have been detected. Their fighter patrol is mobilizing.

11:26:54 PM TKirr: Harper.

11:27:14 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Smiles as he shoves the Orion against the wall, keeping his rifle trained close::  Smart.  Now let's stay calm, and in a few minutes, we'll be signalled by our ride.

11:27:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Right. ::hands off helm and hits the TL:: +Sharks+ All pilots to your planes, Sharks are launching!

11:27:54 PM TKirr: Hopefully, Hemingway's little flourish will draw most to them, leaving us free to get a transporter lock and drop our shields.

11:29:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::dashes into the locker room, pulls on her flightsuit, grabs her helmet, and then jumps into Serenity::

11:29:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jvar> ::stays very still, wondering which of his many contacts sent them::

11:30:09 PM ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The Hemingway does indeed come under fire almost immediately, as two squadrons of fighters close in and a number of orbital batteries open fire.  Their shields weather the initial barrage well as they launch their own fighters and begin picking apart the defense grid with torpedoes.

11:30:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::quickly moves through pre-flight::

11:30:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> The fight has begun. Orbital batteries and fighters.

11:30:42 PM LtCmdrBusard: Syd> ::Already loaded up into her plane as she finishes up pre-flight::

11:30:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Bridge+ Firefly to Bridge, Sharks are ready for launch.

11:31:24 PM TKirr: Let's get Hemingway some assistance out there. Launch the Sharks.

11:31:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Sharks+ Launch, launch!

11:31:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::throws the throttle full forward and shoots out the assault bay doors::

11:32:04 PM ColDougMcKnight: Sellers> +Squadron+ Okay, Seadogs, I saw all of you in the bay, so I'll skip the soundoff.  Just remember the plan.  Don't bother with dogfighting on the intial approach.  Just scatter them with a taste of our pulse phasers, and let the Sharks pick on their bones while we swing around back.

11:32:42 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Busard+ Percy, how's it looking out there?

11:32:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Sellers+ This is Firefly, what's your plan?

11:33:35 PM TKirr: Transporter range?

11:33:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Yes.

11:34:03 PM LtCmdrBusard: +McKnight+ ::Looking at the sensors:: Looks like you're in for some action, sir. We've got enemy contacts approaching.

11:34:08 PM ColDougMcKnight: Sellers> +Harper+ Seadogs lead in with a bullrush to shake them up.  We set 'em up, you knock 'em down.

11:34:21 PM TKirr: Make sure we're clear and drop shields, starting with what we came for.

11:34:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Sellers+ Roger that.

11:34:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Sharks+ Form up behind the Seadogs and pick them off after they're scattered.

11:34:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Dropping shields.

11:35:20 PM TKirr: ::sits literally on the edge of her seat::

11:35:32 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Busard+ Alright, as we expected.  We can hold these amateurs as long as we have to.

11:35:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ACTION> The Orion ship that gave Atlantis that gash in the hull decloaks and opens fire.

11:35:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Transporters are down from that hit. I do not have the away team. Shields are back up.

11:36:15 PM LtCmdrBusard: Syd> ::As she's exiting the launch bay, mutters a Bajoran prayer before responding to Harper:: +Firefly+ Acknowledged, Firefly. Movin' into position.

11:37:22 PM TKirr: ::shudders with Atlantis:: Evasive maneuvers! Return fire!

11:38:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Returning fire.

11:38:30 PM TKirr: +Gerard+ Atlantis to Hemingway. Our old friend is back. Can you assist in disabling them?

11:38:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::swooping in behind a line of peregrines::

11:39:27 PM Charity Suite: (Night all!  :-)  )

11:40:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Having our shields up is of some assistance against them this time.

11:41:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:41:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:41:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:42:08 PM TKirr: ::pauses::

11:42:08 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::pauses::

11:44:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, gonna invoke the right of the retcon.

11:44:44 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Due to some miscommunication, I seem to have screwed up part of this plot.

11:45:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: So, what actually happened, is that our Orion friend decloaked as we dropped shields. They fired, and no one was beamed up. That's where we'll start next week.

11:45:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Totally my fault and not THAT big a retcon to fix.

11:46:16 PM LtCmdrBusard: Nope. Should be fine.

11:46:17 PM TKirr: Yipes...

11:46:35 PM ColDougMcKnight: It's just a few minutes of game.  And I think it'll be fun to open up with a battle already in progress.

11:46:44 PM ColDougMcKnight: I don't think we've ever done that before, have we?

11:46:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No, we haven't. :)

11:46:53 PM LtCmdrBusard: Ooh! New things!

11:46:54 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yay!

11:47:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: So we took a big hit that probably knocked the transporters offline.

11:47:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Shields went back up after the fact though.

11:47:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: This whole retcon will be in the chatlog on the site for reference next week.

11:48:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'll actually send a note about it out too.

11:48:45 PM TKirr: Okay.

11:48:48 PM ColDougMcKnight: I totally vote our armor took most of the force this time though, so Atlantis is still in fighting form when we start.

11:49:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yeah, that's fine.

11:49:12 PM LtCmdrBusard: I vote we do the whole RP in pirate speak.

11:49:14 PM LtCmdrBusard: :-D

11:49:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: in fact, I'll edit Syvek's statements since he's my character.

11:49:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ragnar killed my pirate guy :(

11:49:51 PM LtCmdrBusard: Aww.

11:50:02 PM LtCmdrBusard: *hands eyepatch* You know what to do.

11:50:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yarrrrrr.

11:50:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr is breaking.

11:50:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: Boo!

11:52:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anyway, that's all for now. Sorry about the confusion!

11:53:30 PM ColDougMcKnight: Your pirate guy died well.

11:53:48 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar's basically a Viking.  Vikings are the ultimate pirates.  Being shot by him is an honor.

11:54:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: That's true, actually.

11:54:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I feel better! :)

11:54:15 PM ColDougMcKnight: Yay!

11:54:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yarr.

11:54:46 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ooooooooodiiiiiiiiiiiiin!

11:54:57 PM ColDougMcKnight: Er, I mean...Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahleeeeeeeeeeeeess!

11:55:54 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hahaha, I just pictured him in a horny helmet.

11:56:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: That mental image is staying there a while.

11:56:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne: That... rules.

11:56:24 PM ColDougMcKnight: That DOES rule.

11:56:33 PM LtCmdrBusard: :-D

11:57:53 PM LtCmdrBusard: Anyway, I must now abscond with a certain security chief and make him buy me pancakes.

11:57:55 PM LtCmdrBusard: Yoik!

11:57:58 PM LtCmdrBusard: *Yoink!

11:58:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: omg thief

11:58:18 PM LtCmdrBusard: Thief with a WRENCH. That makes me all manner of awesome.

11:58:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: True that. Y'all have fun. :)

11:58:57 PM LtCmdrBusard: We shall. Later!

11:59:55 PM ColDougMcKnight: Night, Admiral!  Till next week.

12:00:07 AM VAdm Blackthorne: Night!