10:02:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hey Gem :)

10:02:53 PM Charity Suite: Hey Jason  :-)

10:07:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Holidays are hard on sims! :(

10:07:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hey hey

10:07:45 PM ColDougMcKnight: Evening.

10:08:00 PM ColDougMcKnight: Rachel should be along soon.  Her computer's giving her a bit of trouble.

10:08:17 PM Charity Suite: I just tried calling Rob - no answer.

10:08:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: OK, Rachel will give us 5, so that's serviceable.

10:09:14 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ah, excellent.

10:13:36 PM ColDougMcKnight: So, in the mean time, how was everyone's Christmas?

10:13:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Awesome! I got an xbox 360!

10:14:27 PM ColDougMcKnight: Hey, nice!

10:14:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: HEy tehre

10:14:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: alskdjfasf what was that

10:14:51 PM TKirr: Was okay, xbox huh? nice =p

10:14:54 PM Charity Suite: I kind of have a surprise for you all ...

10:15:07 PM LtCmdrBusard: ARE YOU PREGGERS?!?

10:15:13 PM Charity Suite: Eeeeep.

10:15:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :psyduck:

10:15:17 PM LtCmdrBusard: ...Alternatively, hi guys :-P

10:15:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Carre is on her way too!

10:16:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'm gamertag Lord Luceo on xbox live, FYI :)

10:16:30 PM Charity Suite: I think I'm gonna kill Rob  /growl

10:16:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: That's not a surprise!

10:16:41 PM ColDougMcKnight: That's...goddammit.

10:16:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Beaten.

10:16:53 PM ColDougMcKnight: This time.

10:16:56 PM Charity Suite: Hee hee ... you'd like that too much.  ;-)

10:17:04 PM Charity Suite: Well ... this might be better.

10:17:46 PM Charity Suite: Ta daaaaa!

10:17:48 PM ColDougMcKnight: Hooooooly shit.

10:17:51 PM VAdm Blackthorne: OMG GLENN

10:18:00 PM CptHacker: ZOMG JASON

10:18:02 PM ColDougMcKnight: Commie bastard!

10:18:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hey Doc!

10:18:16 PM Charity Suite: Merry Christmas  ::big grin::

10:18:18 PM ColDougMcKnight: Evening, Carre.

10:18:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Are you delivering me a Glenn for my sim?! :D

10:18:23 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hey! Late again! :D

10:18:36 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Glenn?

10:18:50 PM Charity Suite: Yeah!  Is it the wrong size?

10:18:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No, it's perfect!

10:19:15 PM Charity Suite: I don't think he's gonna sleep with you, though, Jason.

10:19:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :(

10:19:22 PM LtCmdrBusard: Wait wait wait.

10:19:27 PM LtCmdrBusard: Who's a commie?

10:19:35 PM LtCmdrBusard: There's more than just me? :-D

10:19:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: OK, let's get this sim going.

10:19:53 PM ColDougMcKnight: Glenn even played the Russian kind.

10:19:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: Hooray!

10:20:02 PM CptHacker: yes I did

10:20:04 PM CptHacker: way back when

10:20:24 PM LtCmdrBusard: *high fives Glen* I'm Rachel, by the by. Not the bad kind of Rachel, I assure you.

10:20:58 PM CptHacker: *high five* cool, a different Rachel. I don't think I've met you before

10:20:59 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, tonight, Atlantis and Hemingway have escaped the Orban system and are making quick repairs.

10:21:05 PM Charity Suite: Definitely less ... unsanitary.

10:21:09 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Hi Glenn, I'm Dr Carre, nice too meet you. Strip now.

10:21:15 PM LtCmdrBusard: Eeew.

10:21:26 PM CptHacker: my kind of girl.

10:21:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: T'Kirr and Gerard are discussing strategy over the comm while the ships get patched up.

10:21:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper was just dragged to sickbay having ejected her exploding fighter.

10:22:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

10:22:24 PM Charity Suite: Shore ... Ah get to patch people up, an the Boss gets a nekkid man.

10:22:27 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Is Ian still in a coma?

10:22:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: Are we gonna die?

10:22:41 PM DrRoxanneCarre: And um...is he still follically bleached?

10:22:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yep, but Charity is making good progress on figuring out how to make him not be in a coma.

10:23:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Our away team is still down on Orban II, as well.

10:23:48 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Is there chocolate?

10:23:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nope.

10:23:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :(

10:23:54 PM Charity Suite: But Ah wawnt a nekkid man too!

10:24:14 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I'm sure Case would oblige you. :V

10:24:20 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Promises Charity the next physical exam that comes along ::

10:24:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get started.

10:24:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:24:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:24:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

10:24:52 PM TKirr: Hail the Hemingway.

10:25:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> ::thweep, nods:: Captain.

10:25:21 PM TKirr: ::sits in the Chair, but not appearing very comfortable::

10:25:36 PM Charity Suite: (::remembers she has an unconscious Ian to abuse and wax::-)

10:25:38 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Blam blam blam:: Damnit, I KNEW skipping combat class was going to bite me in the ass one of these days!

10:26:20 PM Charity Suite: (Think that a Bro-zillian would wake Ian out of his coma?)

10:26:30 PM ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The screen immediately switches to a view of Gerard standing in his conference room, his officers gathered around the table behind him.

10:26:39 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Alright, what have we got?

10:27:38 PM TKirr: We investigated the origin point of that battlegroup more closely after they left. It appears there is an asteroid belt there not on any of our charts.

10:28:28 PM TKirr: Its radiation interferes with our sensors. I'm guessing that's where they were hiding.

10:28:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (That depends.)

10:29:21 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Grimaces as he downs an Orion with a shot to the chest, and just in time.  The bastard was attempting to hurl a grenade, which now exploded amidst the ranks of the attackers.::  Don't worry about it.  It'd hard to miss hitting SOMEONE today.

10:29:53 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Enters Sickbay, checks general status, heads toward Ian to check his progress or lack thereof ::

10:30:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::drools on the biobed::

10:30:17 PM Charity Suite: ::busily working on Harper, obviously::

10:30:46 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> So they camped out in there, then faked those warp signals just to ensure we'd be sitting on our hands for those first ten minutes, huh?  Pretty slick.  No doubt they just coasted on out of there at full impulse, and let inertia do the rest until they were close enough.

10:31:07 PM Charity Suite: ::but Ian's hair follicle scan results are on the table, resting on a glowing pilow, looking rather like the Holy Grail::

10:31:08 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks at the pretty flashing lights, turns to check on Harper ::

10:31:46 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Status Suite?

10:32:40 PM Charity Suite: Well, it's all runnin 'bout as fine as frog hair, Boss.  ::mops up some gore and closes a gaping wound::

10:32:57 PM Charity Suite: ::tries to remember if she got the sponge out of the would first::

10:33:03 PM Charity Suite: *wound

10:33:04 PM TKirr: ::nod:: We're not sure where the asteroid belt came from, but I doubt they were the ones to plant it there. It was probably arranged by a cheap mining operation at some point.

10:33:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Looks like you have things fairly well in hand.

10:33:29 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Much as it galls him, he's taking his turn in the diner, watching the prisoner.::  You are to be congratulated, Jvar.  I honestly would have expected your compatriots to simply obliterate us all from orbit and have done with it by now.  Apparently, you are an important man.

10:34:02 PM Charity Suite: ::inclines her head toward the Grail::  Sumpin' innerestin' on th' hair scans, though, Boss.  Y'all might wawna take a lil' look-see.

10:34:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jvar> What would it cost me to make this problem disappear?

10:35:02 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> ::Nods slowly::  Good work.  Now, here's the big question.  Could WE navigate that asteroid field?

10:36:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: picks up the test results and reads them :: Hmm...

10:36:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::starts to regain consciousness:: Ow...

10:36:29 PM TKirr: ::turns her eyes to the side in thought briefly:: Yes, we could.

10:36:59 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Looks at the rubble that used to be their transport, then pays for it by almost getting shot in the face. Luckily, fast reflexes are one of her few physical pluses. So she takes a more covered position, and aims at some kneecaps out of spite::

10:37:09 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Gives a toothy grin, the only kind Klingons ever seem to give::  It would appear you are cut off from your money bin full of latinum at the moment.

10:37:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jvar> My loyalty is to whomever has the bigger gun. That would be you.

10:37:50 PM Charity Suite: ::hopes that Harper won't mind a little reminder of a war wound on her kiester, tries to make the scar into something festive::

10:38:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> What the... ow... happened?

10:38:39 PM Charity Suite: Little phaser fire, little schrapnel, little tissue destruction, little pain.

10:38:47 PM Charity Suite: Prolly in that order.  ::big grin::

10:39:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> When I can get out of here?

10:39:58 PM Charity Suite: Well, y'all might wawna wait 'til th' bleedin's stopped.

10:40:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::grits her teeth as several things hurt::

10:40:26 PM TKirr: What do you have in mind, Captain?

10:40:33 PM Charity Suite: ::turns to Carre:;  Why izzat always th' first question they ax?

10:41:27 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Glances at Harper :: Because pain sucks, give her a hypo so she can get some rest.

10:42:10 PM Charity Suite: ::looks at Harper::  D'ya wawna relax, rest or totally trip?

10:42:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I have to be able to fly again ASAP, don't drug me up!

10:42:39 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Well, it seems to me we could do with having a bit of cover ourselves as we plan our counter-attack.  After that, all we have to do is come up with some way to kick the crap out of a superior force.

10:43:05 PM Charity Suite: ::rolls her eyes and picks a pink hypo::  That's whut they all say.

10:43:20 PM TKirr: ::narrows her eyes as she catches on then rises slowly to her feet and begins to pace uncharacteristically::

10:43:56 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Yet another grin as he casually, but meaningfully twirls his bat'leth around a bit.::  Ah, it's the gun you'

10:44:01 PM ColDougMcKnight: re worried about, is it?

10:44:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Jvar> Figurative gun, in this case.

10:44:28 PM LtCmdrBusard: (*insert penis joke here*)

10:44:29 PM Charity Suite: Now hush fer two minutes an' let me git yer innards back ... er ... in.

10:44:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::grimaces:: Hurry.

10:45:02 PM TKirr: What if we moved the asteroids themselves with tractor beams? Drop them through the atmosphere?

10:45:25 PM Charity Suite: :;chuckles and keeps working::  Ya think yer th' only one with places ta go?  Pffft.

10:45:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::wonders why she bothered to wake up::

10:46:04 PM Charity Suite: Th' Avatar of Valor is up in the Commonlands an' th' guild is waitin' fer me.

10:46:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (ahahaha, Everquest 9?)

10:46:33 PM Charity Suite: (lol)

10:46:35 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: nods at Charity :: Just the pain reliever, add a smidge of Vitalizer B to keep her alert.

10:46:50 PM Charity Suite: You got it, Boss.

10:47:21 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> The rocks are nice, but on their own, I'm just not seeing enough bang there.  We're outgunned, and let's not forget, tractoring rocks cuts right down on our maneuvering.  We're just plain outgunned here.

10:47:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (Hacker will be taking over the role of Jvar!)

10:47:36 PM ColDougMcKnight: (Sweet.)

10:47:38 PM Charity Suite: (God help us all)

10:47:45 PM LtCmdrBusard: (Awesome!)

10:47:56 PM Charity Suite: (I mean, cool!)

10:48:31 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Hisses as a shot grazes her left shoulder, before angrily training her gun on the crotch of the guy who grazed her and firing.::

10:48:58 PM Charity Suite: (Wow, you are viscious!)

10:49:14 PM LtCmdrBusard: (:-D SOMETHING has to make up for the complete lack of fighting skill)

10:49:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Guy who grazed Percy> ::falls over crying::

10:49:52 PM CptHacker: (er... baptism by fire is always best, I suppose. )

10:50:13 PM DrRoxanneCarre: (prepares the burn ointment)

10:50:39 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Is just thanking his lucky stars that Percy's crash blocked one of the main approaches to this square.  Unfortunately, pure numbers are enough to make this increasingly desperate...if occasionally funny as well.::

10:51:50 PM ColDougMcKnight: +Random marine+ Reynolds, they're swarming again down here!  Get that mortar set up, and make the shots count!  If every other damn time is any indication, some fighter pilot's going to respond damn quick.

10:51:57 PM TKirr: ::nods again:: Agreed. What do you suggest?

10:52:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Grins darkly as she sees the guy go down, then focuses on just spitting out as many shots in the direction of the unfortunately large amount of enemies approaching.::

10:53:11 PM Charity Suite: Okie dokie ... yer back in one piece, an' there's enough painkiller and stimulant to keep ya goin' fer  about three hours.  But once that wears off, yer gonna be a pumpkin.

10:53:18 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::At that moment, Sellers leans back in his chair and grins somewhat inappropriately::  You know, at the risk of sounding a bit crass, this is actually starting to seem a little nostalgic.

10:53:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::sits up:: Give me a spare hypo of stimulants.

10:53:48 PM Charity Suite: Uh, no.

10:54:19 PM Charity Suite: Y'all *should* be goin' ta bed.

10:54:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> I'm the CAG. I have to be out there in this coming fight.

10:54:31 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Enters the Med Bay, looking to see how Harper's doing::

10:54:35 PM Charity Suite: Ah'm a sweetheart and am lettin' ya go back ta work.

10:54:55 PM Charity Suite: So don't push yer luck, dolly.

10:55:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Look doc, there's no long term harm to one extra dose. ::turns to Carre:: Right?

10:55:51 PM TKirr: ::stops pacing and crosses her arms in front of her, eyes settling on Sellers' image on the main viewer::

10:55:57 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::in confinement with the marines, watching Ragnar twirl his bat'leth::

10:56:01 PM Charity Suite: G'wan out there an' be a shinin' beacon fer th' troops.  Then git yer ass onna couch.

10:56:01 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Ducks behind his chosen corner to avoid the return fire, reaching around said corner with his rifle wildly::  Percy, how bad is it?

10:57:46 PM ColDougMcKnight: Sellers> Well, it's a lot like the closing phase of the Dominion War.  You know, before we developed a counter to those damn Breen energy dampening weapons.  You had just the Klingons holding the line, facing 20 to 1 odds, and then, to top it all off, they started getting orders to go on the offensive, against vastly superior forces.

10:58:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I think circumstances allow for Harper to self-medicate if needed. Give her a hypo to-go the same as what you just gave her. Use this no sooner than 2 hours from now. If you get back and cant sleep stop by for help with that.

10:58:18 PM LtCmdrBusard: Transport's wrecked, supplies are getting lower by the second, we've had no contact from Atlantis, and we're getting mobbed by numbers not unlike my current adhrenalhine levels. But I just shot a guy in the balls so, you know, not too bad.

10:58:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::nods in satisfaction::

10:58:41 PM TKirr: ::waits to see where this is going::

10:58:51 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Grins::  I meant the wound, dummy.  Are you okay?

10:59:01 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: ponders sending Cubit along to keep an eye on the patient ::

10:59:26 PM Charity Suite: ::mixes the cocktail and hands the hypo to Harper::

10:59:42 PM Charity Suite: Ah ran outta lil' umbrellas.

10:59:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Thanks doctor. I, uh, owe you one.

10:59:52 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::pacing around now that Ragnar's decided not to talk to him anymore... counting the number of steps, number of guards, where their guns are, any sign of any other weapons, exits::

11:00:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: Oh. Pfah. I'll put a band-aid on it later. ::Somewhat amazed in that she barely realized the wound now::

11:00:21 PM DrRoxanneCarre: True, dont make me take you off the duty roster Commander.

11:00:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::hops off the biobed and winces, still a little sore:: Does that count as my flight physical then?

11:01:19 PM DrRoxanneCarre: No, Suite here will be conducting that after you recover.

11:01:28 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Damn!

11:01:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::turns to Suite, raises the hypo:: Thanks again!

11:01:43 PM Charity Suite: There wasn't no pre-chilled KY, there wan't no physical.

11:01:55 PM Charity Suite: ::smiles::

11:01:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::at that statement, flees sickbay::

11:02:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes a mental note to bring Suite up to speed on the exam protocols ::

11:02:14 PM ColDougMcKnight: Sellers> Well, I was there too.  Star Fleet couldn't send ships, but a fighter...well, a direct hit from a capital ship and it's dead anyway.  So, what we did was take old Klingon freighters, gut them, retrofit them with a cloaking device, and presto.  Stealth carriers.  We managed some damn good surprise attacks that way.

11:02:32 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Watches her CAG run out of sickbay:: Uh...is she going to be not dead by the time she gets to her fighter?

11:02:41 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::sniffs, to Ragnor:: Hey pal, I'm still a bit hungry, you mind if I... seeing how we're in a diner and all... ::pats stomach::

11:02:46 PM Charity Suite: ::tosses the treatment detrius in the recycler and washes her hands::

11:02:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::runs into the TL::: Bridge.

11:03:43 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::goes and picks up a plate of waffles and fried chicken:: Thanks pal. ::pacing around the diner... and glancing out the windows::

11:03:46 PM TKirr: I'm afraid we don't have time to install cloaking devices.

11:04:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::arrives on the bridge to see what the hell is going on::

11:04:37 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Now, about these test results...I see a relationship between the follical results and the toxin 12006-111838. Did you have them check the toxin against the bioagent from these results?

11:04:48 PM Charity Suite: Well, Boss th' hair follicle readouts are a lot more helpful than ennythin' else ... look at th' green line on th' report.

11:05:06 PM Charity Suite: Yep, that's th' green line Ah mentioned

11:05:13 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> Please, I think you'll find the seat in the corner, the one opposite the entrance the most comfortable.  On a likely unrelated note, did you know that my marksmanship against moving targets is near legendary?

11:05:22 PM TKirr: ::turns halfway to see Harper enter and acknowledges her with a bow of her head::

11:05:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::notes the call in progress, nods to the Captain, and takes Helm for now::

11:05:59 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Son of a bitch.  Sellers, either you're a damn genius, albeit a long-winded one, or I am.  Either way, this is fucking fantastic!

11:06:00 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Sighs, heads back to the fighter bay to see how their birds are right now::

11:06:13 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::tosses the chicken bone behind him and wipes his greasy hand on his pant leg:: No kidding. You see that tin can across the way there.. ::points out the window:: You think you could hit that?

11:06:25 PM TKirr: ::perks an eyebrow::

11:07:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::looks up at the profanity, wondering about the good idea:

11:07:27 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::shoves the waffle in his mouth whole:: Dis iz prette dam gud... ::finds a half drunk coffee mug, swirls it a bit and chugs the cold beverage::

11:08:20 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Cross references the 'cure' for the shown toxin ::

11:09:07 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> ::Looks back at T'Kirr::  No time for cloaking devices?  We're looking at a whole asteroid field full of cloaking devices out there!  And...I actually think your original plan might have some merit.

11:09:08 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Well this isnt going to be a quick result, the antidote takes a minimum of 24 hours to work.

11:09:32 PM Charity Suite: Well ... Ah'd say it's better than th' alternative.

11:09:48 PM DrRoxanneCarre: However...if we add some... :: mutters ::

11:10:12 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> Well, it's not a moving target, but if it will help make my point more succinctly...

11:10:12 PM Charity Suite: ::figures most amything is better than 'daid'::

11:10:46 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::has a chicken bone sandwiched in the waffle as he eats it and coughs as it lodges itself in his throat, grabs his neck and starts to stagger around as he chokes::

11:11:06 PM TKirr: ::drops her arms to her sides and moves back to center in front of the Chair, eyeing Gerard conspiratorily::

11:11:30 PM TKirr: Do go on.

11:11:53 PM Charity Suite: (Jvar's table manners are eerily similar to those of my brothers)

11:12:08 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::is choking and staggering around::

11:12:12 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: writes a complicated chemical compound on the PADD and submits it to the computer :: Computer extrapolate the probablity of the submitted compound reversing the follical toxin derived from 12006-111838.

11:13:30 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Takes aim carefully, locks on down the end of the barrel, and...of course the moment gets ruined.  Grimacing in alarm, he rushes to restrain the man so he can see what's going on.  One marine swoops in to assist him, while a second continues nervously watching the door::

11:14:11 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::choking on a chicken bone, takes note of both marines::

11:14:32 PM ColDougMcKnight: Stop that!  If you die before this mission is complete, your grave is my latrine!

11:14:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::hastily reviewing the data that's come in while she was unconscious and is starting to get the idea::

11:15:12 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::points at his throat, gasping for air, wants to call Ragnar an idiot but has a chicken bone in the way::

11:15:53 PM Charity Suite: (Serves him right ... who ever heard of combining chicken and waffles?)

11:16:07 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: views results :: Computer take that compound and add a mole/kg of i-i-pos.

11:16:23 PM CptHacker: ( c-c-c-c-combo breaker!!)))

11:16:41 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Look, we've got enough firepower to do serious damage here.  We just won't last long enough against THEIR firepower to make use of it.  What we need to do is catch them off guard.

11:17:07 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::Blam blam blam crotchshot blam:: Die goddamnit!

11:17:09 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> How big are those rocks?  Big enough that, say...a fighter or two could clamp down on it?

11:17:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::looks up again, thinking::

11:17:35 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Nods gravely::  I understand.  Your welfare is important to me.

11:18:07 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::With that, he slams Jvar up against the wall with a hand on his shoulder, then follows up with a viciously powerful fist to his gut::

11:18:34 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::spits the chicken bone up, in Ragnar's face::

11:19:32 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::and vomits up the chicken and coffee he ate::

11:19:38 PM Charity Suite: (Ewwww)

11:19:48 PM TKirr: ::regards Gerard with surprise:: Fighters? Yes, there are plenty of asteroids large enough. You suggest we attach our fighters, then send them through the defensive grid?

11:19:51 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: gets the green light on the compound :: Great! Suite prepare a hypo of BHMF-i-i-Pos from the synthesis material the computer is generating, the addition of i-i-Pos reduces the effectivity time by several hours, so we should know shortly if this is going to work.

11:19:58 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> Truly, it is the little things that make this job worthwhile.

11:20:04 PM Charity Suite: ::blinks a few times::

11:20:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (I bet the Klingon covered in vomit looked pretty cool for a second.)

11:20:11 PM Charity Suite: BHMF?

11:20:25 PM Charity Suite: That's ...

11:20:30 PM Charity Suite: ::snickers::

11:20:31 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Yes, it is...

11:20:38 PM CptHacker: Jvar> :: coughing:: Thanks ::doubles over:: Thanks a bunch for saving my life man..

11:20:41 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: tries not to laugh ::

11:20:43 PM Charity Suite: You gots it, Boss.

11:21:20 PM Charity Suite: ::grins and dials up the Juice-O-Matic for the antidote to the toxin::

11:21:37 PM CptHacker: Jvar> :: lays on the ground next to his vomit, thinking of a better strategy::

11:21:55 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::and about how much pain he's in right now getting fisted in the gut::

11:22:05 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Oh, hell no.  I suggest we send them right INTO their defenses.  We power them down, just so there's no chance of their being detected, and send them in behind a wave of empty rocks.  While those ships are busy shooting down the asteroid shower, our Peregrines power up, swoop in, and give them the bloodiest nose they can, with your Mustangs riding in support.

11:22:08 PM VAdm Blackthorne:  Harper> ::steps away from Helm and toward the back of the bridge:: +Ryan+ Harper to Ryan.

11:22:44 PM LtCmdrBusard: +Harper+ Ryan here.

11:22:53 PM Charity Suite: ::fits the ampule into a hypo::  Here ya go, Boss.  It's a purty yeller color, too.

11:23:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> +Ryan+ How are our remaining birds?

11:23:35 PM CptHacker: Jvar> Hey... ::coughing, but manages to sit up:: So... ::waves his hand around:: what's the deal with being held up here? How about we just get beamed up and get this over with.

11:24:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Well here goes. :: uses hypo :: Now we wait...

11:24:33 PM TKirr: Sounds like a workable plan. As soon as repairs are sufficient, let's get moving.

11:24:34 PM Charity Suite: Shouldn't take too long ... ::adjusts several settings and looks at the monitors::

11:25:24 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Harper+ Most are in fair condition. Six took a heavy beating, yours included, but the rest are fit to fight.

11:25:26 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Cleaning off his armor with napkins::  That was indeed the plan.  If you could persuade the battle group in orbit to allow our ships through to commence the beam out, then by all means.

11:25:28 PM Charity Suite: ::crosses her fingers::

11:26:19 PM CptHacker: Jvar> Let me catch my breath first. ::picks up another cup of coffee and sniffs it, and puts it back down, maybe should hold off on that for a bit::

11:26:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> Stand by to launch, we're about to do something unorthodox.

11:26:43 PM Charity Suite: Granular cell regeneration always takes ferever ... ::sighs, wishing she'd refilled her tea::

11:26:53 PM ColDougMcKnight: Percy, can you walk away from here?  I've got a mission for you.

11:26:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> *+Ryan+

11:27:04 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::gazing out the diner windows:: So your people seem to have everything under control around here. No one's shooting at us.

11:27:18 PM LtCmdrBusard: Uh, yeah, so long as it's not "go die somewhere else".

11:28:01 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: types up a medical action report and files it ::

11:28:03 PM ColDougMcKnight: Ragnar> ::Grunts in moody fashion::  These Federation troops are well trained, and for the moment, the perimeter remains secure.  This is the eye of the storm.

11:28:44 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Huge grin:: Unorthodox? Aye aye. ::passes the word along to begin launching sequences, before getting into her fighter::

11:29:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::heads into the TL:: Assault Bay.

11:29:20 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Cubit> :: whirrs and beeps an alarm ::

11:29:42 PM ColDougMcKnight: ::Fires off a quickly aimed shot, nailing an Orion with a pistol on the leg::  We both know that with that firepower they've got up in orbit, these pirates could kill us all in an instant any time they want.  My guess is that they're holding off on the real heavy stuff because they want to get Jvar back alive.

11:30:05 PM Charity Suite: Whut th' ... looks around, trying to identify the weird noise::

11:30:14 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Glances at Charity and heads for the statis unit ::

11:30:34 PM LtCmdrBusard: Cubit> Whirr! Beep beep!

11:30:36 PM ColDougMcKnight: But if our ships find a way through, and you know they will, my SECOND guess is that they'll kill him, us with him, rather than let him go.  Bottom line, this position is and can not be ultimately secure.

11:30:57 PM Charity Suite: ::follows, looking suspiciously at the hovering robot thingie::

11:30:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::arrives in the assault bay and heads into the locker room to change into a less-singed flightsuit::

11:31:31 PM Charity Suite: ::and gasps::

11:31:45 PM CptHacker: Jvar> ::feeling better now, slightly, sighs:: They're probably not gonna want to talk to me, huh? ::sipping a random cup of coffee he finds::

11:32:10 PM TKirr: Repair report, Syvek?

11:32:11 PM ColDougMcKnight: Gerard> Great.  We should mobilize everything through.  Shuttles, runabout...anything with an engine or anything with some firepower, we can use.  I'll be on that.  Let us know when you're ready to go.

11:32:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::emerges and looks around for her fighter, then remembers that the last thing she saw was the fireball it became::

11:32:53 PM TKirr: ::nods to Gerard, then the transmission ends::

11:33:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Shields are back to full capacity, all weapons are online, and engines are nominal.

11:33:11 PM DrRoxanneCarre: :: Eyes the bio-stats ::

11:33:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::goes down the line, looking for an unclaimed bird::

11:33:49 PM TKirr: Hull integrity?

11:33:54 PM Charity Suite: ::frowns and starts to chew on her bottom lip::

11:34:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::doesn't find any until she gets to the Admiral's old fighter, and stops in front of the Boudica::

11:34:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Syvek> Aside from the rupture in the secondary hull from two fights ago, hull integrity is nominal.

11:35:08 PM LtCmdrBusard: Cubit> ::Eyes Blackthorne worriedly:: Whirrr...

11:35:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Harper> ::puts on her helmet and whispers as she climbs into Boudica:: Sorry Admiral, it's your bird or no bird.

11:36:04 PM DrRoxanneCarre: SUITE! Look at these results!

11:36:13 PM ColDougMcKnight: Thavandithar Zh'dani AKA Chaka> ::Smirks as he walks by::  It's your ass.  I'm sure the doc can re-attach that too.

11:36:17 PM LtCmdrBusard: Sid> ::Notes Harper getting into the Boudica, and mutters to herself:: Just don't get spaced this time. Admiral might be pissed.

11:36:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:36:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:36:43 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

11:36:47 PM Charity Suite: Can that be right?  ::frowns::

11:36:51 PM TKirr: ::pauses::

11:36:53 PM Charity Suite: ::paused, frowning::

11:36:54 PM DrRoxanneCarre: ...pauses...

11:36:57 PM LtCmdrBusard: ::pauses:: Nope, apparently not.

11:37:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright!

11:37:00 PM CptHacker: :: pauses::

11:37:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Next week everything comes to a climax!

11:37:33 PM ColDougMcKnight: For the record, what McKnight was GOING to say was that Percy should take Ragnar, and scout out an emergency escape route through the sewers.

11:37:56 PM LtCmdrBusard: Woohoo! Scouting through excrement and potential alligators!

11:38:06 PM DrRoxanneCarre: For the record...Carre was going to say...*bites tongue*

11:38:07 PM CptHacker: everyone loves the sewers.

11:38:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Every game needs a sewer leve.

11:38:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: level

11:38:32 PM Charity Suite: ::refrains from the obvious sexual innuendo jokes, surprising the hell out of everyone::

11:38:35 PM LtCmdrBusard: Especially Mario.

11:38:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: O.O

11:38:57 PM LtCmdrBusard: My GOD. I have never been so surprised in my life.

11:39:01 PM LtCmdrBusard: THE END IS NIGH!

11:39:13 PM DrRoxanneCarre: I feel a chill...

11:39:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I thought SOMEONE would go there when I said climax.

11:39:23 PM CptHacker: that's how you get around DC... sewers and metro lines

11:39:24 PM LtCmdrBusard: Oh...hahaha.

11:39:24 PM CptHacker: :)

11:40:03 PM LtCmdrBusard: I know one person who ain't gonna be climaxing anytime soon. Ehehehe\

11:40:05 PM LtCmdrBusard: *.

11:40:23 PM Charity Suite: ::snickers::

11:40:26 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Let's see how virile you are after a poisoned cigar :(

11:40:27 PM CptHacker: no one here has played fallout 3? :)

11:40:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: I have it but have yet to play it

11:40:41 PM LtCmdrBusard: What? I meant the guy who got a phaser to the penis.

11:40:48 PM CptHacker: watch out for the ghouls

11:41:06 PM LtCmdrBusard: Anyway, there is a Mike stealing my legs, so I believe that is my cue to depart.

11:41:08 PM LtCmdrBusard: Later all!

11:41:17 PM Charity Suite: Stealing ...

11:41:30 PM Charity Suite: Should I ask?

11:41:40 PM LtCmdrBusard: Probably not! :-D

11:41:51 PM LtCmdrBusard: Bye guys!

11:41:58 PM Charity Suite: Hahahaaa ... night

11:42:02 PM DrRoxanneCarre: Evenin everyone. :D

11:42:05 PM CptHacker: no Rob tonight?

11:42:15 PM Charity Suite: No idea where the loser is.

11:42:22 PM CptHacker: the loser... where is he?

11:42:25 PM ColDougMcKnight: And for the sake of that joke working, I leave too!

11:42:28 PM ColDougMcKnight: Night, all!

11:42:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night!

11:42:35 PM CptHacker: night Bear

11:43:09 PM CptHacker: it was fun playing again

11:43:30 PM Charity Suite: ::grin::  Even though you nearly died?

11:43:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Great to have you here Glenn

11:43:54 PM CptHacker: well.. .I was trying to escape...

11:44:02 PM CptHacker: but I guess that didn't work out too well

11:44:10 PM CptHacker: it was fun.

11:44:13 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Heh, yeah good luck with that one.

11:44:16 PM Charity Suite: Try less food in the mouth next time.

11:44:23 PM CptHacker: so this is usually at 7pm my time...

11:44:26 PM TKirr: See you next week. =)

11:44:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: If you're east coast, it's at 10pm

11:44:35 PM CptHacker: I'm usually at work from 10 am to 7 pm... and home around 7:30

11:44:38 PM Charity Suite: Night T'Kirr  :-)

11:45:08 PM CptHacker: but I can try and make an effort to come. Maybe I should just stick to playing NPCs or a minor assistant role

11:45:37 PM Charity Suite: It's awesome having you here at all. 

11:46:20 PM CptHacker: yeah it's been a long time since I've seen all of you guys.

11:46:23 PM Charity Suite: When do you go back to CA?

11:46:30 PM CptHacker: Jan 4th

11:46:45 PM Charity Suite: Okay, I'll hold off mailing your package, then.

11:47:04 PM CptHacker: ok

11:47:10 PM Charity Suite: Well, Alexis gave me strep throat, so I'm gonna go get some sleep.

11:47:21 PM Charity Suite: Great playing again  :-)

11:47:31 PM Charity Suite: With you guys, I mean, obviously  :-)

11:47:46 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Night Bernadette, hope you feel better!

11:47:47 PM CptHacker: yuck, get better soon

11:47:51 PM CptHacker: goodnight bernadette