Conversation with #ussatlantis at 7/7/2009 9:52:26 PM on (irc)

(9:52:26 PM) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: Tonight, Atlantis is speeding farther and farther into unexplored space, gathering tons of data and refining the galactic map as we go.
(9:52:26 PM) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(9:52:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey you're here!
(9:52:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: bacon
(9:53:14 PM) TKirr: Lol on my phone...
(9:53:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Wow, that's dedication.
(9:53:46 PM) TKirr: Not quite the same. :P
(9:54:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: What did your ISP say?
(9:54:40 PM) TKirr: I was gonna make a joke earlier about hey, maybe someday I'll have to sim from my iPhone.
(9:54:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm impressed that it works.
(9:55:09 PM) TKirr: Yeah... Wasn't thinking it would be tonight.
(9:56:19 PM) TKirr: Bryan's talking to 'em now, I think. Someone needs to take over bill paying responsibilities, I think.
(9:56:42 PM) TKirr: -_-
(9:56:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh snap.
(9:56:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Trying to get in on my phone.
(9:57:21 PM) TKirr: Sweet he says it'll be up soon
(9:57:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Woot!
(9:57:45 PM) TKirr: Gonna leave a min so I can txt
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(10:01:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(10:02:54 PM) Percy [] entered the room.
(10:03:04 PM) Percy: B A C O N
(10:03:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey you two.
(10:03:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: baconbaconbaconbaconbacon
(10:03:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening!
(10:03:24 PM) Percy: Hello.
(10:03:57 PM) Raknar [] entered the room.
(10:05:25 PM) LtSyvek [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:06:23 PM) TKirr [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:06:27 PM) Rubix [] entered the room.
(10:07:02 PM) TKirr: Still on phone, still trying my comp modem
(10:08:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(10:08:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *drool*
(10:08:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(10:08:56 PM) Raknar: Evening.
(10:09:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Did someone say Bacon?
(10:09:32 PM) Rubix: BACON
(10:09:38 PM) Rubix: *ahem*
(10:09:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I did indeed say bacon.
(10:09:41 PM) Rubix: I mean.
(10:09:54 PM) Rubix: ::Whirrs a strangely "bacon" -like sound::
(10:10:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Pfft! I had sausage for dinner, I'm immune.
(10:10:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, so that was the drool of immunity.
(10:11:05 PM) TKirr left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(10:11:17 PM) TKirr [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:11:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *cough* Rigggght. *shifty eyes*
(10:11:37 PM) JackCahalan [] entered the room.
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(10:15:12 PM) Percy: ...No! Jack! Come baaaack!
(10:15:16 PM) Percy: I want booooze!
(10:15:17 PM) Percy: :-(
(10:15:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: He was testing something for me.
(10:15:35 PM) Percy: ...Was it booze?
(10:15:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ummm.... yes.
(10:15:42 PM) Percy: Or booze-related items?
(10:15:45 PM) Percy: YAY!
(10:17:12 PM) TKirr: All the lights on my modem won't go off. -_-
(10:18:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Internet!
(10:19:19 PM) Cubit [] entered the room.
(10:19:25 PM) TKirr: Simming on the 3G network FFA
(10:19:37 PM) TKirr: FFA
(10:19:54 PM) TKirr: Ftw! Autocorrect ftl
(10:20:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I was thinking Free For All?
(10:20:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK well we do have five of us, and the five of us that we had before we got new people on board so I say that's strong enough to sim.
(10:21:02 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@] entered the room.
(10:21:23 PM) TKirr: :: TWEEEET ::
(10:21:27 PM) Cubit: :: whirrs a greeting ::
(10:21:31 PM) LtSyvek [] entered the room.
(10:21:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:22:13 PM) LtSyvek: :: snaps smartly to attention ::
(10:22:29 PM) Percy: ::AA::
(10:22:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:22:37 PM) Rubix: ::Whirrs and waves at Cubit!::
(10:22:46 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Slaps Syvek over the back of the head for being a kisass, all while at attention.::
(10:22:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Yes, he's that good.::
(10:23:16 PM) LtSyvek: :: looks impossibly smug while also being at attention, and isn't actually smug since he's Vulcan ::
(10:23:38 PM) Percy: ::Wonders what he slapped him WITH....then smirks::
(10:23:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight, after discovering an Omega detonation, the Atlantis is proceeding toward the epicenter at impulse. Engineering and science are attempting to rig the ship for silent running and also figure out how to destroy the Omega particle with what is on hand.
(10:24:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:24:02 PM) Cubit: :: beams a greeting to Rubix ::
(10:25:01 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Does anyone have riding gear?
(10:25:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Um...what's our ETA?
(10:25:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: 12 hours, we'll say.
(10:25:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay, no further questions.
(10:25:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:25:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:26:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:26:34 PM) CdrHarper: :: at helm, wishing for warp drive, impulse feels impossibly slow ::
(10:26:42 PM) Cubit: :: offers his baton as a crop ::
(10:28:11 PM) Percy: :: Currently extricating herself from under a console, and having a little trouble. She didn't remember it being so narrow when she initially wormed her way into it.::
(10:29:27 PM) LtSyvek: :: on patrol near engineering, find the day routine, at least from a security perspective, unexplained shockwaves notwithstanding ::
(10:29:35 PM) TKirr: :: at Science, programming the deflector ::
(10:29:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: reading the manual for the new medi-replicator :: Hmmm...and endless supply of body bags.
(10:30:19 PM) Cubit left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(10:31:20 PM) TKirr: +Percy+ T'Kirr to Busard
(10:31:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Sits in his office, ill-temperedly reading up on what little of the extremely classified information exists on this Omega Particle, hoping for some insight into how to proceed. So far, nada.:: And this trumps the fucking Prime Directive? Maybe if we weren't so fucking paranoid about this stuff, we might actually know something about it.
(10:32:11 PM) Percy: Urgh :: She then remembers a quote from an ancient movie that makes her feel a little better:: Not unlike escaping a mother's womb...god, what a memory. +T'Kirr+ Busard here.
(10:32:55 PM) TKirr: +Percy+ I'm receiving signal from Multiphasic nodes 1C and 2D... Could you check the others?
(10:33:31 PM) Percy: +T'Kirr+ ...Sure....just gimme a second.
(10:33:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks out onto the bridge from the FO :: Status?
(10:34:24 PM) Raknar: ::Steps off the deck 16 turbolift, his expression grimmer than usual and yet the alloy plates making up his battle armor actually gleam, as though they had been polished to a bright shine for a momentous occasion.::
(10:34:46 PM) Percy: :: She mutes her comm for a moment so as to save her the indignity of broadcasting the sound of her squirming out from under the console.:: RIGHT. ::And then checks her PADD::
(10:35:03 PM) TKirr: Still working on the shielding. We're on course, ETA 12 hours.
(10:36:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: I never thought I'd be thinking of warp one as fast.
(10:37:01 PM) CdrHarper: :: smirks ::
(10:37:04 PM) TKirr: :: perks brow, but doesn't look up ::
(10:37:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Has had the comm array shut down, and sent out a memo that anyone looking to conduct an active scan or activate any extra high energy devices should check with security first. Beyond that, not a lot that can be done about ship silence from the security angle.::
(10:37:35 PM) Percy: :: After looking over the readings from the nodes, she goes about checking them:: +T'Kirr+ We've got some power from nodes 1B and 1A. It may take a couple of minutes for them to begin emitting signal.
(10:37:59 PM) LtSyvek: :: turns a corner to find Rak'nar and nods :: Captain.
(10:38:23 PM) Raknar: ::Proceeds out onto deck 16, and once he sights Syvek, his gaze locks, and his step picks up as he approaches.:: Lieutenant.
(10:38:28 PM) Raknar: (D'oh.)
(10:38:36 PM) Raknar: Your weapon. Give it to me.
(10:38:38 PM) TKirr: +Percy+ Understood. Thank you.
(10:38:57 PM) LtSyvek: :: arches an eyebrow :: Sir?
(10:39:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down in the center seat and stares at the viewer, willing the stars to move faster ::
(10:40:10 PM) Raknar: ::His eyes narrow menacingly:: I have heard much of the Star Fleet Marine Corps' professionalism and training. Were you not subject to unannounced gear inspection at the Academy?
(10:40:50 PM) LtSyvek: Indeed I was, but rarely since. :: presents arms :: Sir.
(10:43:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Sends a note to Charity reminding her to schedule the new crew for FFD physicals as soon as possible ::
(10:43:22 PM) JusstinCase [] entered the room.
(10:43:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ( Hiya Rob )
(10:43:36 PM) JusstinCase: ::has totally been here the whole time::
(10:43:42 PM) JusstinCase: [Greetings!]
(10:43:51 PM) Raknar: :: Taking Syvek's weapons with an affirmative grunt, he appears to give the hand phaser only a cursory inspection, confirming the safety is engaged before stuffing it in his belt. The rifle, however, he cracks open at the hinge, looking over the insides with a seemingly practiced eye.::
(10:43:55 PM) Raknar: (Evening!)
(10:44:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks to make sure the freezer contains the correct equipment for the physicals ::
(10:44:07 PM) TKirr: :: stands by for a conduit update and finds herself studying the back of Blackthorne's head as her mind wanders ::
(10:45:05 PM) LtSyvek: :: stands at attention, waiting for his weapons to be returned ::
(10:45:38 PM) Raknar: Hmmm. Safety engaged, power cell fully charged, and the accelerator chamber has obviously been recently cleared of any debris. In short, this weapon is finely maintained. This is good, because I must report that disturbing intelligence has come to light. Intelligence you should be made aware of.
(10:46:24 PM) LtSyvek: What intelligence is that, sir?
(10:46:40 PM) LtSyvek: :: with some pride as to the condition of his weapon ::
(10:46:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sweeps her eyes around Sickbay to see everything is in order, sighs and takes up working on an article for "StarFleet Medical Monthly" ::
(10:47:37 PM) TKirr: :: is alerted to two new nodes coming online and is shaken from her thoughts, returning her attention to the Science console ::
(10:47:55 PM) Raknar: ::Closing the rifle, he rests the barrel against his shoulder, weapon pointed toward the ceiling. He does not, conspicuously, return it just yet.:: It would seem that there are hostile elements aboard this ship, a person or persons seeking to hinder our current mission. And the news gets still graver.
(10:48:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans back in the chair, reading the last third fleet update he got on a PADD ::
(10:48:20 PM) LtSyvek: :: eyebrow raises again ::
(10:48:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters :: Publish or archaic...I hope they... :: words fade off ::
(10:50:10 PM) Raknar: ::In the, however cliched, blink of an eye, Rak'nar's dk'tagh is out of its sheath and resting against Syvek's throat, as he tosses the rifle away behind him. Syvek's hand phaser soon follows:: Most regrettably, I AM that hostile element.
(10:50:45 PM) Percy: :: Checks her PADD after sending a note simply saying "online" to T'Kirr when she notes the nodes emitting, then begins to further work on getting the impulse engines to run faster and quieter by cycling the exhaust through the exhaust ventilation systems longer before releasing it.::
(10:51:43 PM) LtSyvek: :: wrings his hands up under Rak'nar's arm and pushes the knife away from his throat :: Then I have no choice but to place you under arrest.
(10:52:58 PM) TKirr: +Case+ T'Kirr to Case.
(10:54:00 PM) JusstinCase: +Tkirr+ Yes'm?
(10:54:24 PM) Raknar: (One moment.)
(10:57:09 PM) Percy: :: Percy then conferences with a team of engineers around one large data pad to explore ways to extract power from the exhaust itself.::
(10:57:28 PM) TKirr: +Case+ Did you get the gravimetric count from the conversion team?
(10:57:42 PM) Rubix: :: Rubix, meanwhile, attempts to play peekaboo with a computer console::
(10:57:53 PM) JusstinCase: +T'Kirr+ Um ... sure!
(10:58:16 PM) JusstinCase: ::rifles through his notes, desperately searching for the requested information::
(10:58:23 PM) Raknar: ::Rak'nar actually smiles briefly, impressed at Syvek's evident display of skill. However, as Syvek pushes against the arm holding the knife, Rak'nar suddenly stops pushing back, using the moment of slack to both pull his arm away before re-positioning the knife to threaten his abdomen, and also grab Syvek's right arm and twist it into a half nelson.::
(10:58:43 PM) Raknar: ::This time, he stays wary for the slightest movement. Continue to struggle, and I will not hesitate to gut you.::
(10:59:48 PM) LtSyvek: :: winces in pain and slams his other elbow back into the Klingon, dropping low despite the obvious strain it puts on his arm, and twisting away from the knife to strike at his attacker's legs ::
(10:59:52 PM) JusstinCase: +T'Kirr+ At least, I think I did...
(11:00:14 PM) TKirr: +Case+ The more torpedoes converted the better. We don't know if we'll find any surviving particles, and how many places they're being stored.
(11:01:02 PM) JusstinCase: +T'Kirr+ I'll get right on it!
(11:01:23 PM) CdrHarper: :: bored, watching the viewer :: This feels like a sail's pace.
(11:01:34 PM) JusstinCase: ::begins making necessary computer adjustments::
(11:02:13 PM) TKirr: :: resists the temptation to roll her eyes, spending way too much time around humans ::
(11:02:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Snail's pace, Commander.
(11:02:33 PM) CdrHarper: :: thinks :: Sailing ships are slow, yes?
(11:02:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Snails are slower.
(11:04:17 PM) Raknar: ::Unfortunately for Syvek, despite the elbow strike he lands, Rak'nar is protected by his armor and still has one of his arms in an iron grip, which prevents the Vulcan marine from dropping down as low or as fast as he intends. And as he tries, Rak'nar drives a knee with brutal strength into his ribs before swinging him around face first into the bulkhead.::
(11:04:39 PM) LtSyvek: :: dazed as the air escapes from his lungs from hitting the bulkhead ::
(11:05:46 PM) JusstinCase: ::beginning to run algorithms::
(11:06:01 PM) Percy: :: After having discussed a possibility to produce more power, she sends a team of engineers to the impulse engines to do a little bit of rewiring.:: +Bridge+ Busard to Blackthorne.
(11:06:04 PM) CdrHarper: :: mutters ::
(11:06:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Blackthorne here.
(11:07:08 PM) Percy: +Blackthorne+ We think we may have figured out a way to boost the ship's speed some, sir.
(11:07:15 PM) Raknar: ::Seeing his advantage, Rak'nar slams his skull into the bulkhead once more before driving a fist up into his solar plexus. Seeing his opponent then stunned sufficiently, he grabs his commuunicator from his uniform and backs up away from Syvek to crush said communicator under his boot.::
(11:07:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ That's great news, what is it?
(11:08:06 PM) LtSyvek: :: shakes his head, clearing his vision, in time to see his communicator smashed ::
(11:08:18 PM) Raknar: ::And yet, he also puts the knife away.:: Alright then. Take heart, for I was not done with my news. You may yet stop me, if you but have the skill. So, come at me, and come with all you have!
(11:09:27 PM) LtSyvek: :: blood oozes from his nose, a green rivulet, yet he assumes a defensive stance :: No.
(11:09:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: perks up at the thought of more speed ::
(11:10:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: yawns ::
(11:11:25 PM) Percy: +Blackthorne+ Well, if we circle the ship's exhaust through its own ventilation system several times more than it is normally programmed to, then we can reduce how easily detected we are. However, if we not only do that, but cycle the exhaust through an electro-filter, we can pick up trace amounts of fuel plasma that escaped initial fusion.
(11:11:35 PM) JusstinCase: Hmm, that's unexpected ...
(11:11:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Right, I follow. You want to give us an afterburner.
(11:11:49 PM) Percy: We can then recycle that THROUGH the fusion generator, to give us more thrust power.
(11:11:56 PM) Percy: Basically!
(11:12:16 PM) Percy: +Blackthorne+ Permission to give us a sweet afterburner, sir?
(11:12:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sends a note to Harper "I'm free to test Percy's work on our project this evening. Loser buys dinner." ::
(11:12:20 PM) JusstinCase: There must be a glitch in the system ...
(11:12:24 PM) JusstinCase: ::tinkers::
(11:12:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ :: grins :: Granted.
(11:13:02 PM) Percy: :: Grins:: Here that boys? Project Trick Out Atlantis is go.
(11:13:03 PM) TKirr: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Sickbay.
(11:13:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Trick my spaceship? LOL)
(11:13:29 PM) CdrHarper: :: looks down at the message and replies, "I'll be there!" ::
(11:13:36 PM) Percy: (Heelll yeah!)
(11:13:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Carre here.
(11:14:09 PM) Raknar: Ah, yes. The art of fighting by not fighting, is it? Very well, I will not debate your choice, under the circumstances.
(11:14:55 PM) TKirr: +Carre+ Doctor, do we have any emergency arithrazine doses in stock? We may need them if an away mission is necessary.
(11:14:57 PM) Raknar: ::And so, Rak'nar rushes forward with a powerful but basic punch. Just before it lands, however, he suddenly throws his whole body against Syvek, in an effort to overwhelm whatever counter the Vulcan marine has in mind.::
(11:15:30 PM) LtSyvek: :: explosively bursts forward, throwing the punch aside with one arm and jamming his palm into Rak'nar's nose with the other, then rams a knee up into his crotch ::
(11:15:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ I'll check and if we dont I'll make some up. Anything else we might need?
(11:17:35 PM) TKirr: +Carre+ Nothing I can think of at the moment. I'll make sure you have access to the Omega files, see if you can recommend anything.
(11:17:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: noting that, thinking it an excellent precaution ::
(11:18:00 PM) Raknar: ::Rak'nar silently thanks Kah'less that the newer Klingon battle armor incorporates a cup, thus making the knee strike ONLY agonizingly painful. There's nothing helping his broken nose, however. Nothing except raw, rage fueled adrenaline, with which he shoves Syvek violently back into the bulkhead, going for a fist to the gut and an elbow to the temple.::
(11:18:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Consider it handled, I'll let you know if I find anything interesting.
(11:19:07 PM) JusstinCase: Aha! There's the little bugger!
(11:19:34 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Grimaces at the thought of reading pages and pages of boring Omega files ::
(11:19:49 PM) LtSyvek: :: ducks the elbow and rams his shoulder into the Klingon's chest, grabbing him with both arms as he bursts upwards to slam him into the opposite wall::
(11:21:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: walks to her door and flips the sign to read "Doctor is busy", closes and locks it ::
(11:21:28 PM) Raknar: ::It's Rak'nar's turn to gasp with lost air. However, he wrenches his arms free to drive a hard chop into the major arteries on either side of his neck::.
(11:21:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: logs into her computer...waits for her authorization to appear ::
(11:22:16 PM) LtSyvek: :: grimaces in pain and his vision goes green for a second, but he takes the opening to go for Rak'nar's neck for a nerve pinch ::
(11:23:08 PM) Raknar: ::Rak'nar continues to struggle for a moment, before suddenly making a noise like a strangled growl, before he falls to his knees. He's face first on the deck a mere moment later.::
(11:23:25 PM) TKirr: :: checks the radial next to "Carre, Dr." and clicks "Save"::
(11:23:43 PM) LtSyvek: :: breathing heavily, he eyes the downed Klingon for a moment, then staggers over to a wall panel to signal McKnight ::
(11:24:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hears the "pong" indicating access granted...starts perusing files to get an overview ::
(11:24:46 PM) JusstinCase: ::begins fixing the glitch::
(11:26:22 PM) Raknar: ::Turning his back, seemingly safe as the action was, proves Syvek's last mistake. Quickly but silently (At least with the blood pumping in Syvek's Vulcan ears.), Rak'nar climbs back to his feet, and rushes Syvek from behind. A hard kick to the back of his right knee and a tug at the shoulders to pull him back off his feet and off balance...::
(11:26:56 PM) Raknar: ::Then, as Syvek finds himself facing the ceiling, Rak'nar's elbow comes crashing down on his face. Repeatedly. And with all of Rak'nar's Klingon might behind it.::
(11:27:24 PM) LtSyvek: :: quickly loses consciousness under the flurry of elbows ::
(11:28:16 PM) JusstinCase: Excellent. Torpedo conversion in progress.
(11:29:01 PM) Raknar: ::Even knowing as he does that Syvek likely can no longer hear him, he speaks to him softly as he drags him into the nearest supply closet before security locking it.:: There is no shame in this. You fight well. Much TOO well for a young pup. But alas, I knew the neck pinch was inevitable. My armor pads that nerve.
(11:32:59 PM) LtSyvek: :: crumpled into a closet and will have one helluva headache ::
(11:34:10 PM) Raknar: ::A moment later, Rak'nar is making his way toward engineering. With a scowl, he takes a deep breath, and manages to bite back the howl as he pinches his nose and jams the bone back into its position.::
(11:36:12 PM) Percy: :: Smiles as she sees the impulse engine's thrust increase slightly::
(11:36:36 PM) Raknar: ::Finally, Rak'nar enters engineering, rifle in its properly regulation slung position, nodding as he comes across Percy:: Greetings, Commander. Colonel McKnight sent me to insoect this facility, and ensure all is in complicance with silent running protocol.
(11:36:44 PM) CdrHarper: I'm picking up a boost in speed. Thrust output has increased.
(11:36:52 PM) Raknar: ::He manages to look confused as he shrugs and adds:: He would say no more when asked.
(11:36:56 PM) Rubix: :: Does not understand why the computer does not play back! And thus doinks the screen in annoyance with a "whirr!"::
(11:37:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How much?
(11:37:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: reads through pages of useless conjecture begins studying the 'probable' chemical make up of the omega particle :: Freakin Medusa lookin thing...somehow I cant see any of this being looks like a WAG to me.
(11:37:38 PM) CdrHarper: About ten percent. We're traveling at 0.99c.
(11:37:42 PM) Percy: :: Has her back initially to Rak'nar, and turns to note a very bloody nose:: Eek, are you okay?
(11:38:53 PM) Raknar: ::He sighs with completely unfeigned irritation.:: I...slipped in the shower. I assure you, I will have it seen to. I will thank you not to speak of it in the'am.
(11:39:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Blackthorne to Busard, good work down there.
(11:39:19 PM) Percy: :: chuckles, figuring it to be hurt pride:: Right.
(11:39:28 PM) Percy: +Blackthorne+ Thank you, sir.
(11:40:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That should shave an hour off our time.
(11:40:31 PM) Percy: :: Shows him to the appropriate consoles:: Well, as you can see, captain, we're running as quietly as possible. Quieter, if you include the afterburner we just installed.
(11:40:43 PM) CdrHarper: This "afterburner" idea.... could it be adapted to the Mustangs?
(11:40:48 PM) TKirr: )) Only a Klingon would still be walking around like that ))
(11:41:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't see why not, the impulse engines work off the same principle.
(11:44:02 PM) CdrHarper: I'll get the design from Commander Busard and have it implemented as soon as we get the free people, with your permission.
(11:44:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Granted.
(11:44:27 PM) Raknar: ::Nodding once more, inspecting the controls. He points, his finger resting barely an inch from what he's looking for.:: I see. I am not an engineer, but I believe these signal and regulate the warp core startup routines?
(11:45:54 PM) Percy: :: Curious as to why he seems so interested in the systems, but figures it's either curiousity or orders. Either way...:: That's correct. As you can see, they're shut off. Nice and silent.
(11:46:12 PM) Percy: (it's, my bad)
(11:46:25 PM) Raknar: I do indeed see that. It is critical, I believe, that these controls are secured.
(11:46:40 PM) LtSyvek: :: drools on himself ::
(11:47:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands and walks around to T'Kirr :: How are the rest of the modifications coming?
(11:48:37 PM) TKirr: Mr. Case should get back to me soon With an update from the armory. The
(11:48:43 PM) Percy: What?
(11:48:45 PM) Raknar: ::Abruptly, he steps to one side to place himself between Percy and the controls. Working with distinctly not totally unschooled speed, he brings the warp core online, and orders an immediate, faster than design recommended increase to full power. He follows this up by furiously activating a security lockout.::
(11:48:49 PM) CdrHarper: :: starts running a few sims on upgrade Mustang engines and getting excited about the results ::
(11:49:07 PM) TKirr: The multiphasic shielding is operational. I'm fine tuning it now.
(11:49:16 PM) JusstinCase: ::has made excellent progress, definitely::
(11:49:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well done
(11:49:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm impressed with the rapid response to a truly unorthodox situation.
(11:50:12 PM) CdrHarper: The warp core has just been brought online to full power!
(11:50:41 PM) TKirr: :: looks smug but isn't, 'cause she's Vulcan ::
(11:50:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I ordered silent running! +Busard+ What the hell is going on down there?!
(11:51:02 PM) TKirr: :: o.0 ::
(11:51:04 PM) Percy: What the hell are you doing??? ::She reaches for her phaser, as she brings it up to bear::
(11:51:51 PM) Raknar: ::Rak'nar likes shiny panels. Shiny reflective panels. With a single deft move, he brings up his hand, and slaps the phaser out of hers.:: This console is not adequately secured.
(11:51:54 PM) CdrHarper: :: furious trying to shut it off but is locked out ::
(11:51:55 PM) JusstinCase: ::hears the hum of the engines from the Armory:: Hmm, I thought we were running silent...
(11:52:12 PM) Raknar: ::He then turns on the rest of engineering, and levels his rifle.:: Please, stay where you are. This will not take long.
(11:52:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Commander Busard, respond!
(11:53:21 PM) CdrHarper: More systems coming online... we're extremely visible to anyone who's looking.
(11:54:01 PM) TKirr: :: is running internal scans :: The warp engines appear to have been manually throttled to full.
(11:54:12 PM) Percy: :: Percy's eyes go wide with rage the moment she sees a rifle pointing at her engineers, and with a swifter hand than she will have previously shown for anything but engineering, she removes the larges wrench from her belt and swings it with all her might against Rak'nar's skull::
(11:54:23 PM) Percy: +Bridge+ SEND SECURITY.
(11:54:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +McKnight+ Colonel, get a team to engineering!
(11:55:28 PM) CdrHarper: I can't shut them down, sir, I'm locked out.
(11:55:35 PM) TKirr: )) Klingon KO'd by engineer! ))
(11:55:43 PM) Raknar: ::On a good day, perhaps Rak'nar's thick skull MIGHT allow him to keep his feet, if barely. However, good days don't involve brawls with well trained Vulcans, and he falls, but to his credit, stays conscious, looking up at the now brightly glowing warp core.::
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(11:56:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Bridge+ Rapid response team scrambling now!
(11:57:37 PM) Percy: :: Percy then lands a heavy boot onto his chest, and speaks with a remarkably level but very intimidating tone.:: You will stay down or you will. I am not particularly choosy at this moment as to which it is. ::She brings the wrench back up as to preparing to play baseball with his skull:: Understood?
(11:57:53 PM) Percy: (*You will stay down or you will die)
(11:58:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Wow you don't fuck with Percy's engineering or engineers.)
(11:58:48 PM) CdrHarper: ;: still trying to get around the lockout but is failing ::
(11:59:11 PM) Raknar: ::He manages a pleased chuckle:: Blackthorne will...have questions for me. Therefore have formal surrender.
(11:59:37 PM) Raknar: ::Appropriate enough, given the armed marines now materializing.::
(12:00:12 AM) Percy: ::In a tone that does not sound too pleased at the outcome:: Good. ::And to the marines.:: Take him away, please. ::As she removes the boot::
(12:00:20 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(12:00:23 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(12:00:24 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(12:00:30 AM) JusstinCase: ::pause::
(12:00:35 AM) TKirr: :: pauses ::
(12:00:38 AM) Raknar: ::Paused::
(12:00:39 AM) Percy: ::Pauses::
(12:00:43 AM) JusstinCase: :: pauses::
(12:00:44 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(12:00:47 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Gold plate that wrench!
(12:00:57 AM) JusstinCase: [One of these days, I'm going to get that right on the first try!]
(12:01:12 AM) Percy: I would, but that would make it coated in SOFT metal :-P
(12:01:27 AM) Percy: I might inscribe it with Bad Motherfucker, though.
(12:01:27 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: That was awesome.
(12:01:30 AM) Raknar: I appreciate your patience, folks. I wouldn't have needed so long, but SOMEONE had to insist on not going down easy.
(12:01:37 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, that's what you should do, Percy.
(12:01:41 AM) JusstinCase: ::raises an eyebrow::
(12:01:47 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: "Which wrench is Percy's?"
(12:01:48 AM) JusstinCase: That's ... what ... she said?
(12:01:49 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: You go girl!
(12:01:54 AM) Percy: :-D
(12:02:00 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: "The one that says 'Bad Motherfucker' on it."
(12:02:42 AM) TKirr: I'm so Photoshopping that
(12:02:52 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: "Shut your mouth!" on the flipside?
(12:03:31 AM) Percy: Heehee, Percy Busard, as played by...Samuel L. Jackson?
(12:03:36 AM) Percy: That would be freaking weird.
(12:03:40 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek'll pay for not going down easy anyway.
(12:04:08 AM) CdrHarper left the room.
(12:04:14 AM) Raknar: Well, he might.
(12:04:37 AM) Raknar: Between the head trauma and the enormity of his mission, it might be awhile before he remembers to tell anyone which closet he locked the poor guy in.
(12:04:53 AM) JusstinCase: That's gonna smell pretty ripe, eventually.
(12:04:53 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: You're a bad bad man!
(12:04:54 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: That was a fun sim. I liked the fight going on while everyone was oblivious
(12:05:14 AM) JusstinCase: Wait, there was a fight going on?! :-D
(12:05:26 AM) Percy: LMAO
(12:05:39 AM) TKirr: Lol
(12:05:49 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Rob takes being oblivious to his surroundings VERY seriously.
(12:05:59 AM) JusstinCase: Oooh ... shiny!
(12:06:05 AM) Percy: He's very good at it!
(12:06:06 AM) Raknar: :: Admiral Zuriyev notes that Vulcan marine who smells like a septic tank is a top notch septic tank.::
(12:06:29 AM) Rubix: ::Wonders why Rob is staring at it/her::
(12:06:40 AM) JusstinCase: Blinky!
(12:06:42 AM) Rubix: ::Waves::
(12:06:48 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: would look smug but he's not, `cause he's Vulcan, and it's hard to look smug anyway when you're stuffed in a closet :
(12:07:03 AM) TKirr: Okay gonna bail 'cause I can't use phone while it's in chatroom. :P
(12:07:09 AM) JusstinCase: Anyway, folks, I gotta get going! We have some contractors coming over in the early a.m., and I have to look pretty.
(12:07:15 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh so pretty
(12:07:15 AM) Rubix: Aw, 'kay!
(12:07:18 AM) Rubix: G'night guys!
(12:07:19 AM) JusstinCase: I'm hoping to get a discount.
(12:07:20 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys...
(12:07:24 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: LOL
(12:07:27 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Doc
(12:07:31 AM) Rubix: Wear a crop top.
(12:07:35 AM) Rubix: Always seems to work with me!
(12:07:36 AM) Rubix: :-D
(12:07:37 AM) TKirr: Lol is that gonna be our new Vulcan saying
(12:07:40 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...or just a crop.
(12:07:41 AM) JusstinCase: Hehe.
(12:07:45 AM) JusstinCase: Good night, all!
(12:07:46 AM) Rubix: (That, by the way, is a total lie)
(12:07:54 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, the smug Vulcan but not actually smug club
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(12:09:52 AM) Percy: Well, I had fun.
(12:10:02 AM) Raknar: I had lots of fun.
(12:10:11 AM) Percy: That may just be because I enjoy using that wrench for cranial damage WAY too much.
(12:10:21 AM) Raknar: As much fun as I had last time I got an NPC clobbered over the head with a wrench.
(12:10:29 AM) Percy: lmao.
(12:10:35 AM) Percy: You should really stop making a habit of that.
(12:10:38 AM) Percy: I hear it's not healthy.
(12:10:56 AM) Raknar: My next guy will wear a helmet, and claim it's the latest fashion on his planet.
(12:11:09 AM) Percy: Huh.
(12:11:12 AM) Percy: Well damn.
(12:11:17 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: It'll have a wrench in a no sign on it.
(12:11:19 AM) Percy: I'll just have to whip out the tazer.
(12:11:26 AM) Raknar: "We're gonna need a bigger wrench."
(12:11:48 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ahaha
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(12:13:15 AM) Percy: Or a chainsaw.
(12:13:20 AM) Percy: Just sayin'.
(12:13:42 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: FIND SOME MEAT
(12:13:58 AM) Percy: Meeaat.
(12:14:02 AM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: meat
(12:14:14 AM) Percy: Delicious meat!
(12:16:12 AM) Raknar: Okay, so...a Tholian with a helmet.
(12:16:37 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: They're rocks.
(12:16:41 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do they need helmets?
(12:17:04 AM) Raknar: No meat...but a head made of rock candy can still be shattered.
(12:17:23 AM) Percy: Well, we'll just have to use a sledgehammer then.
(12:17:25 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Truf.
(12:17:33 AM) Percy: I keep one in the back for JUST SUCH AN OCCASION
(12:17:35 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah, the Crystalline.
(12:23:12 AM) Raknar: Fantastic excuse to introduce a starbase to in turn set up this plot.
(12:23:57 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I knew that five years ago. :: sagenod ::
(12:24:22 AM) Raknar: Of course you did.
(12:26:28 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: God that was five years ago.
(12:26:39 AM) Percy: Haha. You're old.
(12:27:02 AM) Percy: Five years ago I was...roleplaying too. Shit, I'M old.
(12:27:06 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: By that logic, since Mike was there too, he's old.
(12:27:15 AM) Percy: Well, yeah, but I knew that already.
(12:27:20 AM) Percy: I'm a graverobber, you know.
(12:27:21 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: We won a CPA Muse award from that. :cool:
(12:27:26 AM) Percy: Noice!
(12:27:48 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I was going to accuse you of being around Harper too much until I thought a minute.
(12:28:06 AM) Percy: Heh.
(12:28:55 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: We need July logs!
(12:29:12 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't want to have to backfill any more than I'm going to have to already to make 2009 look right.
(12:29:22 AM) Percy: I have...
(12:29:26 AM) Percy: idea.
(12:29:32 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Woot.
(12:29:34 AM) Percy: But it would require three people.
(12:29:40 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I play four people.
(12:29:45 AM) Percy: And both of those other people are in this room.
(12:29:54 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Lay it on us.
(12:30:01 AM) Percy: I PROPOSE!
(12:30:15 AM) Percy: That we write a log on what Syvek hallucinates while he is in the locker.
(12:30:23 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: That is a good idea.
(12:30:26 AM) Percy: As he has suffered much head hurtyness at this point.
(12:30:36 AM) Percy: We could put in other Sci-fi stuff!
(12:30:58 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm reminded of the first time Arthur and Ford encounted the Infinite Improbability drive.
(12:31:00 AM) Percy: Like two weirdos trying to wack at each other with glowy sticks. And some dude with a police call box.
(12:31:05 AM) Percy: Exactly!
(12:31:18 AM) Percy: Hell, we could have a falling bowl of petunias.
(12:31:30 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Whose last thought is "Oh no, not again?;'
(12:31:34 AM) Percy: Indeed.
(12:31:41 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Capitol.
(12:34:17 AM) Raknar: I like it.
(12:34:26 AM) Percy: Hooray! Are you by any chance available to write such a log on say...Saturday night?
(12:34:51 AM) Raknar: Probably.
(12:35:20 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I believe so.
(12:35:54 AM) Percy: Awesome. Then shall we reconvene on Saturday evening to write such a log?
(12:36:28 AM) Raknar: "To suggest that time travel can be achieved by shoving garbage into a toilet bowl is...not logical."
(12:36:33 AM) Raknar: "Shut your hole, McFly!"
(12:37:03 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: snorts :: Yes, let's.
(12:37:31 AM) Percy: Hooray!
(12:37:34 AM) Percy: And now, I depart
(12:37:36 AM) Percy: Bye!
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