Conversation with #ussatlantis at 7/14/2009 9:57:28 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@betamatrix.ny.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
(9:57:29 PM) The topic for #USSAtlantis is: meat
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(9:57:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey Charity!
(9:58:11 PM) TKirr [Mibbit@dm-30218.104.22.168.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(9:58:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya T'Kirr
(9:58:17 PM) LtThors [Mibbit@dm-35786.hsd1.wv.comcast.net] entered the room.
(9:58:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Ulic
(9:58:38 PM) LtThors: Hello
(10:00:26 PM) CharitySuite: Hey :-)
(10:08:21 PM) JusstinCase [Mibbit@dm-36426.hsd1.md.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:08:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Rob
(10:08:34 PM) JusstinCase: What? I was here the whole time, I swear.
(10:08:35 PM) JusstinCase: :-D
(10:09:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Charity, T'Kirr, and Ulic get gold stars for being on time.
(10:09:22 PM) JusstinCase: Aw, nuts.
(10:09:27 PM) LtThors: :D
(10:09:56 PM) CharitySuite: Hiya!
(10:10:37 PM) CharitySuite: Ah gots a gold stah!
(10:12:09 PM) JusstinCase: 'Tis well deserved.
(10:13:28 PM) Percy [Mibbit@dm-39306.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:13:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Percy
(10:13:45 PM) Percy: Hoy. Sorry for being late.
(10:13:51 PM) TKirr: Oh hey
(10:14:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-39306.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:15:04 PM) CharitySuite: You guys on the same computer again? :-)
(10:15:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Heya Colonel
(10:15:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(10:15:17 PM) TKirr: Hiya
(10:16:15 PM) Percy: And no, we are not.
(10:16:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Carre is on her way and then we'll star.
(10:16:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: start
(10:16:27 PM) TKirr: Always assuming the worst!
(10:16:34 PM) Percy: For Mike's computer has returned, sort of alive!
(10:16:40 PM) Percy: We are however in the same room.
(10:16:41 PM) CharitySuite: ::cheer::
(10:16:43 PM) Percy: Very important.
(10:16:46 PM) Percy: ::nods::
(10:17:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-23498.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:17:35 PM) TKirr: Same room good, same comp bad
(10:17:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(10:17:37 PM) TKirr: Hi Carre
(10:17:49 PM) CharitySuite: Hiya Boss
(10:17:55 PM) JusstinCase: Right.
(10:17:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm total fail tonight...sorry.
(10:18:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, let's get started.
(10:18:13 PM) TKirr: ::TWEEEEEET::
(10:18:15 PM) TKirr: Attention!
(10:18:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:18:30 PM) Percy: ::AA::
(10:18:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:18:35 PM) LtThors: ::AA::
(10:18:46 PM) Percy: (Also, if I'm a little spacey tonight, sorry. I'm a little sick.)
(10:19:03 PM) TKirr: (Yeah I just popped a 2nd Midol -_- )
(10:19:05 PM) Percy: (Lol I said spacey in a Star Trek RP. I am hilarious)
(10:19:43 PM) JusstinCase: ::AA::
(10:19:50 PM) CharitySuite: ::AA::
(10:19:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight, after Captain Rak'nar completely ruined any silent approach we had going to the Omega site with his activation of the warp drive to full power, we've brought the Klingon into custody. Hopefully he can provide some answers. Lt. Syvek was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a nearby closet.
(10:19:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:20:16 PM) LtSyvek [Mibbit@dm-13427.justsell.com] entered the room.
(10:20:25 PM) LtSyvek: Yeah, why me. :(
(10:20:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Did he look smug, only not?
(10:20:51 PM) Percy: Also, why the hell are you talking to yourself?
(10:20:52 PM) Percy: :-P
(10:21:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Because I'm not too bright.
(10:21:04 PM) Rubix [Mibbit@dm-39306.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:21:09 PM) Raknar [Mibbit@dm-39306.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:21:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Would he look good as a blonde?
(10:21:23 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@22.214.171.124797] entered the room.
(10:21:37 PM) CharitySuite: Is there enny choklit?
(10:21:37 PM) LtSyvek: No.
(10:21:47 PM) Percy: I wish!
(10:22:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK then....
(10:22:01 PM) CharitySuite: Then Ah'm gonna brang mah own.
(10:22:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(10:22:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: How much can you hurt a vulcan before he shows pain?
(10:22:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(10:22:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(10:22:12 PM) Percy: Eh?
(10:22:14 PM) Percy: Pause?
(10:22:16 PM) CharitySuite: Ooopsie pooopsie
(10:22:18 PM) Percy: Uh...
(10:22:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Dear god.
(10:22:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I give up
(10:22:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr start the sim
(10:22:28 PM) TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(10:22:29 PM) TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(10:22:30 PM) TKirr: BEGIN SIM
(10:22:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (RFLMAO)
(10:23:01 PM) Percy: (We paused before we began! My poor brain just can't take it!)
(10:23:20 PM) TKirr: (kicks people into SIM MODE)
(10:23:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Bear with me tonight, I'm at work which is rather stressful right now, so I may do stupid stuff like I just did.)
(10:23:49 PM) JusstinCase: [Wait, so do we go home now, or what? :-D]
(10:24:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Fine, I'll throw you a bone then. Switching windows...)
(10:24:12 PM) Percy: :: Percy, at that moment, was somewhat stonily approaching Security. She had heard that there would be an interrogation on a certain Klingon, and she wished to witness it.::
(10:24:21 PM) LtSyvek: :: having been carted into sickbay by someone who found him in the closet, lies in a bloody mess on a biobed ::
(10:24:42 PM) CharitySuite: ::looking at Syvek:: Ew.
(10:24:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stalking to Security like a man about to kill someone ::
(10:25:20 PM) CharitySuite: ::figures they'd bring in someone who would make a mess of the new flooring:: He's drippin' ...
(10:25:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Glares at the vulcan making a mess :: Suite, we're gonna need someone to mop up this mess...lets get him scanned.
(10:25:33 PM) TKirr: :: standing on the Bridge, pacing ::
(10:25:39 PM) CharitySuite: ::starts the nifty disgnostics::
(10:25:41 PM) TKirr: :: standing, then pacing alternately, that is ::
(10:25:44 PM) Raknar: ::The Klingon in question stands calmly in his cell, awaiting the inevitable as though waiting for the morning shuttle, no sign that he notices the pain of his earlier head wound.::
(10:26:24 PM) CdrHarper: :: sitting at HOps, trying to figure out how screwed they are :: Yep, we're screwed.
(10:26:29 PM) CharitySuite: (Klingons have the fewest nerves in their heads, he prolly doesn't know he's even been hit there. ;-) )
(10:26:44 PM) LtSyvek: :: drips on Charity's shoes ::
(10:26:55 PM) Raknar: (That WOULD help with the stoic, it's true.)
(10:26:57 PM) CharitySuite: Ick!
(10:27:16 PM) CharitySuite: Oh, Ah cain't cut a break ...
(10:27:32 PM) Percy: :: Finds herself running into the Admiral as she approaches the correct door, and silently gestures that he enter before her::
(10:27:36 PM) TKirr: (( wth if my IE would ever load ))
(10:27:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: reads the pretty colored readout :: Start closing up those smaller bleeds while wait to find out what exactly needs fixing.
(10:27:58 PM) JusstinCase: ::was working on torpedo modifications, last he rememembers::
(10:27:58 PM) CharitySuite: That's it, Ah'm gonna subscribe ta th' Shoe of the Week club, an' charge it ta someone diff'rent ev'ry week.
(10:27:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters Security :: Where is he.
(10:28:08 PM) Rubix: :: Does a cartwheel!::
(10:28:24 PM) EnsLogan [Mibbit@dm-302126.96.36.199.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(10:28:26 PM) LtThors: Cell 4 sir.
(10:28:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight is sharing the cell for the moment, applying a dermal regenerator. Despite his anger and befuddlement, he figured medical attention should be provided where there would be armed guards between him and whoever was looking for him.::
(10:28:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stalks past Ulic to cell 4 :: EXPLAIN YOURSELF. NOW.
(10:29:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::He IS, of course, covered by a pair of marines who have their rifles aimed and ready.::
(10:29:27 PM) CharitySuite: ::mutters and starts closing small wounds, making doubly-extry-sure that the aforementioned wounds are clean first::
(10:29:46 PM) Raknar: ::He takes a deep breath when the inevitable finally arrives, but he remains calm.:: Admiral Blackthorne.
(10:30:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: START TALKING, MARINE!
(10:30:32 PM) CdrHarper: Anyone with eyes and ears saw us after that.
(10:30:44 PM) TKirr: :: stops to look up at the main viewer every once in a while, as if it will tell her who and how many have their eyes trained on them :: Anything?
(10:30:56 PM) EnsignFiasco [Mibbit@dm-9290.hsd1.ny.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:31:12 PM) CdrHarper: I don't have anything on sensors yet, but we were lit up like a ... lit up thing.
(10:31:40 PM) Raknar: ::He glances at the non-senior officers present, but then shrugs.:: As you wish, sir. Approximately 5 and a half standard hours ago, your sensors detected the presence of the Omega molecule. And in accordance with Star Fleet's Omega Directive, you are on your way to destroy it.
(10:31:47 PM) Percy: :: Percy simply goes and takes a seat in the corner, a look of angered disappointment clear upon her face.::
(10:31:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Broken ribs, fingers, nose, orbital socket, several dislocated joints, concussion and um...hmmm...internal bleeding...and numerous contusions. Nice job, wonder what the other guy looks like.
(10:31:51 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::shuffles over to Jusstin:: So. I'm here. Big deal. ::flips his hair over one of his eyes::
(10:32:09 PM) TKirr: :: continues pacing ::
(10:32:12 PM) JusstinCase: I -- wait, what?
(10:32:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And you know about that how?
(10:32:44 PM) Percy: (Oh god! Emo! Emo on the Bridge!)
(10:32:45 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::exaggerated sigh:: They didn't tell me I'd be working for an imbe- nevermind.
(10:33:22 PM) JusstinCase: ... Who are you?
(10:33:42 PM) TKirr: :: sits stiffly in the center chair, wishing she was down in the brig doing something, then quickly decides no, she'd rather leave Klingon business to Blackthorne ::
(10:33:46 PM) CharitySuite: ::winces:: How 'bout some pain killahs?
(10:33:54 PM) TKirr: :: glances over at Science ::
(10:34:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No I'm fine for now.
(10:34:20 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::another exaggerated sigh:: Fiasco. Ensign Fiasco. Duh. I have a name tag.
(10:34:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ...oh you mean for him. Um...he'll let us know if he wants some.
(10:34:40 PM) Raknar: I was made fully aware of it as I received an encrypted transmission approximately one standard hour before Atlantis was first engulfed by the blast wave.
(10:34:48 PM) CharitySuite: Er ... Ah meant fer th' payshunt.
(10:35:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sharply :: From who?
(10:35:34 PM) JusstinCase: Riight, and you're here because ... ?
(10:35:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You start with the osteo regenerator on the fingers, those probably hurt the most, I'll work on the internal bleeding and we'll move on from there.
(10:35:51 PM) EnsLogan: :: catches T'Kirr's look and meets her eyes :: No, nothing here, either. Trust me, I'll let you know the moment anyone comes in range.
(10:36:15 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: speaking very slowly, as though to a very young child:: This. Is. My. New. Post.
(10:36:36 PM) LtSyvek: Hrrrrrrrrrng
(10:37:00 PM) Raknar: ::Rather than shrink from Blackthorne's ire, Rak'nar actually appears to stand straighter then, prouder.:: You know well, Admiral, that my title as marine is honorary, proud as I have been nonetheless to bear it.
(10:37:08 PM) JusstinCase: I don't remember requesting an assistant science officer.
(10:37:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't give a DAMN about your pride! Who ordered you to sabotage my ship!?
(10:37:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: nervously watching her console and thinking about giving the Mustangs afterburners ::
(10:38:03 PM) CharitySuite: :: surreptitiously administers a nice, soothing pain med that makes Syvel think he's taking a lovely stroll down a freshly dusted dirt path in the blazing sun::
(10:38:04 PM) TKirr: What about Mr. Case? Has he reported?
(10:38:13 PM) JusstinCase: ::is at the science station::
(10:38:15 PM) LtSyvek: Gleeeeeeeeeeeeee
(10:38:57 PM) TKirr: (( Thought you were still messing with torps ))
(10:39:13 PM) EnsignFiasco: Well, obviously, you need one. I'll probably be overworked yet again, I always am.
(10:39:19 PM) JusstinCase: [Yep! Reprogramming from there.]
(10:39:29 PM) Raknar: ::He snarls a bit then.:: The only ones justly empowered to give such an order to a loyal soldier of the Empire! And as a loyal soldier of the Empire, I tell you now that you are about to stand in unambiguous violation of the Khitomer Accords.
(10:39:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: snags a coagulation activator from the shelf, uses it on the internal injuries :: You know...hes going to be eating soft foods for awhile...
(10:39:56 PM) TKirr: (( Okay so magic edit, Logan's not at Science but... at some other station. And we're not talking about you. ))
(10:40:09 PM) JusstinCase: [Aww. :-( ]
(10:40:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Are you telling me that the Klingon government ordered you to sabotage Atlantis?
(10:40:34 PM) JusstinCase: Hmph.
(10:40:53 PM) JusstinCase: Well, Fiasco, would you please lend me a hand with these torpedo modifications?
(10:41:18 PM) TKirr: (( And here I thought I was all alone on the Bridge again... well, Jason's lackey doesn't count... err o.O ))
(10:41:29 PM) CdrHarper: ( I do too count! :( )
(10:41:54 PM) Percy: (No you don't, harlot! :-P)
(10:42:18 PM) CdrHarper: ( meanie :( )
(10:42:28 PM) TKirr: :: turns to the monitor on her armrest, tapping occasionally ::
(10:42:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Cat fight?...Nuuu sickbay is busy!)
(10:42:33 PM) Raknar: That is precisely what they ordered, after they had informed me of both Omega's existence, and of your own government's inevitable response. So you see, though I assure you I had no great enthusiasm for the task,
(10:42:42 PM) EnsignFiasco: I bet that means I'll have to do the whole thing. ::exaggerated sigh and more hair flipping::
(10:42:51 PM) Raknar: I carried it out nonetheless, because it was my duty. And because it may yet save lives.
(10:42:53 PM) JusstinCase: ::shudders::
(10:43:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Spare me your rationalization. Did they give you any more information about the tests they're conducting out here?
(10:43:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Good, BP is stabilizing...looks like the bleeding is slowing.
(10:44:31 PM) Raknar: Yes.
(10:44:33 PM) CharitySuite: Ah gots th' left hand done ... werkin' on th' right one ... It ain't purty.
(10:44:42 PM) TKirr: Mr. Logan, hand off your duties to Mr... :: peers at the newcomer :: Fiasco. I need you to report to Engineering.
(10:44:46 PM) JusstinCase: I just need you to monitor these phase variations, and make sure they stay within .02 percent of normal.
(10:44:51 PM) JusstinCase: Think you can handle that?
(10:45:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Spill it, Marine!
(10:45:32 PM) EnsignFiasco: Duh. Of course. And see? I told you. I have to do everything. ::getting more work from Logan::
(10:45:46 PM) EnsignFiasco: (m) I hate this job.
(10:45:58 PM) JusstinCase: Hmm...
(10:46:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Slip a little something to keep him under, we're going to have to fix his pretty nose.
(10:46:09 PM) EnsLogan: :: frowns, looking at T'Kirr like he's being demoted :: But... :: looks at Fiasco, sighs, then transfers his open files to wherever Fiasco lands ::
(10:46:37 PM) EnsLogan: :: makes it halfway to the lift :: What am I doing down there?
(10:46:47 PM) LtSyvek: :: enjoys his dream about the desert ::
(10:47:01 PM) CharitySuite: ::gives Syvek something nice that is in no way related to whatever Michael Jackson OD'd on::
(10:47:22 PM) JusstinCase: Something's not working ...
(10:47:24 PM) Raknar: As I have already reminded you, I am not a marine. And so long as you persist in this arrogant and illegal course of action, I am not your man. I will tell you nothing to compromise the viability of the project. However...if you give me a moment, I will collect my thoughts, and relate what I can.
(10:47:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hums Thriller ::
(10:47:30 PM) Percy: (Okay, now there are little boys in the desert...wait a minute...)
(10:47:56 PM) JusstinCase: We're going to have to get down into the torpedo storage area and make these configurations manually.
(10:47:58 PM) CharitySuite: ::taps her newly blood-decorated shoe to the music::
(10:48:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Collect your thoughts faster. I'm getting impatient.
(10:48:48 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::grumbles continuously under his breath::
(10:49:22 PM) JusstinCase: Off we go!
(10:49:30 PM) LtThors: :: attempting to put things together over this curious omega particle ::
(10:49:41 PM) TKirr: Make sure the multiphasic feeds are stable. They're fine from here, but I had trouble with a couple nodes earlier. I want to make sure they don't reset.
(10:49:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks at the 3d hard tissue scan :: Nose isnt too bad and :: moves her head around a little :: the orbital socket is just cracked.
(10:50:05 PM) CharitySuite: There. Awl done. He should be able ta switch hands enny time he wawnts ta.
(10:50:24 PM) LtSyvek: :: drools on Carre's shoe ::
(10:50:47 PM) JusstinCase: ::grabs Fiasco by the wrist and hurries over to the turbolift::
(10:51:01 PM) EnsLogan: :: nods and purses his lips disagreeably, but complies and exits the Bridge ::
(10:51:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: wonders when Science turned into a freakshow ::
(10:51:23 PM) Percy: ::Percy stands, deciding that she's heard enough. Not that she wasn't still angry, but the room was beginning to fill with politics, which was a subject Percy liked not at all. Instead, as she re-entered Engineering, she surrounded herself with a wonderful world of machinery and got back to work.::
(10:51:31 PM) EnsignFiasco: "Off we go"? ::getting dragged:: I think my wrist is broken ... the pain ... the agony ... ::more hair flipping::
(10:51:40 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Give me a sec....:: puts her hands on either side of the broken nose :: ...this wont hurt :: moves everything into alignment sharply :: ...much.
(10:51:42 PM) EnsLogan: :: rides the lift with Case and Fiasco ::
(10:52:09 PM) LtThors: :: confused over whether it's a space anomaly, weapon or both. ::
(10:52:20 PM) CharitySuite: ::winces at the crunching sound::
(10:52:22 PM) LtSyvek: :: in the middle of the Vulcan desert, he blows his nose ::
(10:52:37 PM) JusstinCase: Turbolift> ::plays a bouncy version of "Girl from Ipanema"::
(10:52:48 PM) JusstinCase: ::whistles along::
(10:53:07 PM) JusstinCase: I love this song!
(10:53:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks the scan again :: Lovely. Osteo regen on the nose and orbital socket.
(10:53:11 PM) Raknar: Rak'nar holds his tongue, but aside from a dangerous narrowing of the eyes, he does not react to Blackthorne's tone of blatant disrespect.:: Are you familar with something called the Samson Defense?
(10:54:09 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: wipes the drool on her shoe on her scrubs ::
(10:54:15 PM) EnsLogan: :: grins and joins in the singing ::
(10:54:18 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: sticks his fingers in his ears:: The inhumanity of it all ... I could weep.
(10:54:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The idea that if you're about to be defeated, to take your enemy out with you if possible and destroy everything so that they can't use it.
(10:54:45 PM) JusstinCase: Not a fan, Fiasco?
(10:55:11 PM) EnsLogan: :: leans against the lift, looking at Fiasco ::
(10:55:29 PM) CdrHarper: + Percy + Harper to Busard.
(10:55:42 PM) Percy: +Harper+ Busard here.
(10:55:50 PM) CharitySuite: Ah've got most of th' ribs knitted again, Boss.
(10:56:06 PM) CdrHarper: +Percy+ The modifications you made to our impulse engines... do you think they could be applied to the Mustangs as well?
(10:56:07 PM) JusstinCase: ::smirks::
(10:56:25 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: sighs:: Real music should reveal the pain that life really embodies.
(10:56:34 PM) LtSyvek: :: strangely enjoying a dream about eating barbequed ribs ::
(10:56:46 PM) EnsignFiasco: Not some bubblegum fantasy crap.
(10:57:09 PM) JusstinCase: That's a shame; the PA system in the torpedo bay is broken.
(10:57:12 PM) EnsLogan: :: crosses his arms :: Gotta admit, it beats Professor Jerik's lectures in Xenobio 103.
(10:57:26 PM) Raknar: ::His brow raises a bit at this.:: Very good. So I do not need to start at the beginning. It is a very Klingon idea, and for some years now, the Empire has visualized a similar concept. We call it Operation Sto'Vo'Kor.
(10:57:43 PM) JusstinCase: It's been piping in that up-beat, pop stuff at 80 decibels for weeks.
(10:57:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: So Charity...you wanna give me a hand with this shoulder? We're going to have to slide him over to the edge and strap him down. :: pulls out the little hidden shelf to support the arm while the patient gets positioned ::
(10:57:49 PM) TKirr: :: listens to Harper ::
(10:57:49 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: ponders where to get pierced next, or maybe a tattoo to protest life in general::
(10:57:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't believe the Klingon Empire is about to be defeated.
(10:58:20 PM) CharitySuite: Hoo-doggy! Boss is bustin' out th' restraints!
(10:58:25 PM) Percy: ::Thinks for a moment:: +Harper+ I don't see why not. It'd take a little time to get the correct equipment attached in such a way that doesn't increase drag, but it should be perfectly doable.
(10:58:38 PM) JusstinCase: ::opens the door to the torpedo bay, and "Mr. Sandman" blares from the room within::
(10:59:01 PM) CdrHarper: +Percy+ I doubt you have time now, but it's something I'd like to proceed with when you're free.
(10:59:18 PM) CharitySuite: ::is surprisingly gentle with the repositioning and strapping down::
(10:59:22 PM) EnsLogan: :: continues alone and enters Engineering, looking around ::
(10:59:43 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins :: Thats pretty good, I think I can get the angle correct.
(10:59:47 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::flails back against the rear wall of the TL:: Nooo! You can't force me to go in there!
(10:59:48 PM) Raknar: ::That merits a wolfish grin.:: Nor do I. And for centuries, no true son of the Empire would even acknowledge the prospect of such a thing. Yet the return of the starship Voyager form the Delta Quadrant disturbed that confidence.
(10:59:57 PM) LtSyvek: :: staggering through his mental desert :: Gleeeeeeeeeeeee!
(11:00:14 PM) Raknar: (*from)
(11:00:15 PM) Percy: +Harper+ Of course.
(11:00:15 PM) EnsLogan: :: narrows his eyes at the warp core and can't help but think it recently betrayed all of them ::
(11:00:35 PM) CdrHarper: +Percy+ Thank you, Commander. Let me know when you're ready to proceed.
(11:00:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: Thinks a moment :: The Borg?
(11:00:49 PM) JusstinCase: Oh, it's not so bad! All in the line of duty, right?
(11:00:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Keep a little pressure on that other shoulder so he doesnt slip.
(11:01:04 PM) JusstinCase: ::drags Fiasco through the door::
(11:01:07 PM) Percy: +Harper+ Will do, ma'am. :: Notes Logan's presence:: Ensign? You need something?
(11:01:22 PM) CharitySuite: Okie dokie ... this'll prolly not tickle, though.
(11:01:52 PM) Raknar: The Borg. The revelation of their true strength was...sobering. And Star Fleet's response, or rather I should say your own personal response to the only known Borg incursion into Klingon space did little to reassure us.
(11:01:57 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods in satisfaction at the prospect of souped-up Mustangs ::
(11:02:12 PM) EnsLogan: :: approaches Percy :: T'Kirr sent me to double-check the multiphasic feeds, and if you need anything else. :: smirks, completely lacking in mirth :: You know, I'm her bitch.
(11:02:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: slides the little shelf tray back in, tests the elbow for tenseness :: Probably not but hes pretty much like a wet noodle so there should be any resistance.
(11:02:21 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::gets dragged along, knows his soul is being shredded by the peppy, happy music::
(11:02:32 PM) JusstinCase: ::locks the door behind::
(11:02:47 PM) JusstinCase: To ensure nobody inadvertently gets exposed to the radiation, of course.
(11:03:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I would have thought General Korok would have been an asset to that end.
(11:03:06 PM) TKirr: :: perks an eyebrow at Harper :: I wouldn't mind testing one of the modified Mustangs myself.
(11:03:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So let me get this straight.
(11:03:22 PM) CdrHarper: :: grins :: It's been a while since you've flown, ma'am... still remember how?
(11:03:24 PM) Percy: :: With a little bit of a smile:: Well, gotta be SOMEONE's bitch. I'd say she's a better choice than most. :: She then leads him to the readouts on the multiphasic fields, all of which, except one, appear to be fully operational::
(11:03:35 PM) CharitySuite: Hey Boss, did yer granpaw's present fir in yer room after all?
(11:03:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The Klingon Empire plans to use Omega to blow up the Borg along with them in the event of an invasion.
(11:04:07 PM) EnsLogan: :: walks side by side and peers at the readout :: Mm... mm... good. :: points :: Having trouble with that one?
(11:04:08 PM) JusstinCase: ::puts on his radiation suit::
(11:04:25 PM) EnsignFiasco: Not this horrible suit ... ::gags::
(11:04:31 PM) LtSyvek: :: finds a river of logic in the desert and drinks deeply ::
(11:04:33 PM) JusstinCase: Now ... the only one of these we have left is pink, with daisies printed on it. ::hands it to Fiasco::
(11:04:58 PM) Raknar: ::Rak'nar holds up a hand then.:: No, that's not exactly it. Now if you want me to tell this story, then I will tell it, but in its entirety, without further interruption.
(11:04:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Holds the elbow at a 90-degree angle, rotates it slightly to the correct angle, whips the arm up, out and in all at the correct angle, slipping the joint back into socket easily :: Oh yeah, you'll have to come check it out.
(11:04:59 PM) TKirr: :: looks amused :: I'm sure a little practice would do me some good.
(11:05:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Spit it out.
(11:05:19 PM) TKirr: :: amusement leaves her eyes :: If we survive this mission, of course.
(11:05:27 PM) EnsignFiasco: You're doing this to me on purpose. I wish I were dead.
(11:05:36 PM) CdrHarper: I'll be glad to give you a checkout flight.
(11:05:39 PM) TKirr: ( pink LOL )
(11:05:49 PM) Percy: :: Looks at the readouts:: For the moment, yes. Its connections haven't recognized its power source again yet. I'm confident that should change in the new few minutes.
(11:06:28 PM) TKirr: I would find it interesting to see you fly firsthand. I've only read your reviews and gone over the flight logs.
(11:06:42 PM) JusstinCase: I'm sorry!
(11:06:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: This guy is going to be all sorts of pretty colors tomorrow, and hurting pretty good for a day or two.
(11:06:52 PM) JusstinCase: It's either this, or you don't wear any protective garments!
(11:07:20 PM) EnsLogan: :: nods, a dead smirk returning to his face, feeling useless :: I'm telling you, she's just trying to get me out of the way.
(11:07:21 PM) CharitySuite: Yeah, ev'ry shade of green under th' hot desert sun.
(11:07:30 PM) JusstinCase: I mean, I guess the radiation isn't fatal; it's really only ultraviolet, but it would give you quite the tan, and would likely lighten up that hair color, too.
(11:07:33 PM) Raknar: Thank you. As I was saying, yes, General Korok proved himself a true and valuable friend and asset. As a long time and vocal admirer of your Federation, I must tell you that in ESCORTING a Borg ship right to our homeworld, you failed to demonstrate the same. Thus it was that, fearing we may stand alone against such an invasion some day, my government
(11:08:06 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: grabs the radiation suit from Jusstin and dons it, glaring at him from his one visible eye::
(11:08:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: writes up orders for minimal PT, an auto-dose pain set up and soft/bland diet for 3 days ::
(11:08:19 PM) CdrHarper: Me? Sure thing.
(11:08:25 PM) EnsignFiasco: Not one word. *Sir*
(11:08:34 PM) Raknar: turned to its endgame. Operation Sto'Vo'Kor is simple, in theory. A trilithium device is detonated inside Quo'nos' sun, triggering a supernova that neither the sector itself, nor anything inside it can withstand. But until recently, it has had one critical weakness.
(11:08:49 PM) JusstinCase: ::smirks and shrugs::
(11:09:33 PM) Raknar: It requires that the enemy in question remain inside our solar system long enough to be engulfed by the supernova. Under ordinary circumstances, that is no small weakness.
(11:09:38 PM) Percy: :: Quirks an eyebrow:: Out of the way of WHAT, precisely?
(11:09:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I'm pretty sure the boss is going to want to know what happened to him.
(11:09:49 PM) JusstinCase: Now, down to business.
(11:10:23 PM) Raknar: ::Then, Raknar gestures to Bladckthorne, signaling that he may share his conclusions.::
(11:10:25 PM) JusstinCase: We need to modulate the quantum phase variance of these torpedoes to a metaphasic ... um ... thing.
(11:10:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That is the most batshit insane thing I've ever hread.
(11:11:14 PM) Raknar: It is Klingon. And it is the means to ensure that in life or death, we shall forever BE Klingon.
(11:11:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: writes an order to be notified when he wakes up ::
(11:11:43 PM) JusstinCase: Careful with this hyperspanner, though.
(11:11:54 PM) JusstinCase: You might chip a nail if you're not careful.
(11:12:09 PM) EnsLogan: :: crosses his arms, his face betraying his emotions :: Ever since that Case guy got here, it's like I've just gotta be put somewhere. Running useless tests, carrying lab equipment here or there.
(11:12:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You're all nuts. Colonel, with me.
(11:12:41 PM) Percy: ("Well, he IS a PC.")
(11:12:46 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::ridiculously huge sigh::
(11:12:47 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Lets finish up with this and get him in one of our lovely gowns and on a treatment bed. Some massage before he comes around will help a bit with the stiffness.
(11:13:01 PM) Raknar: Before you go, there is one last thing you must know.
(11:13:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: What.
(11:13:35 PM) TKirr: :: pulls in a deep breath, lost in thought, then gets up and moves to Science ::
(11:13:47 PM) JusstinCase: So, Fiasco. How did you wind up in Starfleet?
(11:13:50 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::his nails are chewed to the quick anyway::
(11:14:00 PM) Percy: Everyone has slow days, Ensign. You'll have to learn to occupy yourself, or assert yourself in the department. Find ways to help out, and such.
(11:14:33 PM) EnsLogan: :: waves a hand :: It's not really my call. I've been replaced. I just gotta get over it.
(11:14:39 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::and painted black, like the color of his soul::
(11:14:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: We should probably have an orderly clean him up a bit though, unless you want to do it?
(11:14:56 PM) Raknar: The timing of that transmission was no coincidence. My people know you, that is to say you personally and this very ship, are coming, and will have dispatched lookouts to search for you. And now, your exact position and heading will soon be made known to superior Klingon forces. Your tactical position has become untenable.
(11:15:01 PM) EnsLogan: :: snorts, pretending to be interested in the readout :: He's way more skilled than I am anyway.
(11:15:19 PM) Percy: :: Her eyebrow quirks higher:: People don't get replaced. They get outranked, and reassigned, but not replaced. Just think of it as a new path to explore.
(11:15:34 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::growls:: It was either Starfleet or Juvenile Detention.
(11:15:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll be the judge of that. You, in the meantime, can stay here until I decide what to do with you. Colonel.
(11:15:50 PM) TKirr: :: looks over the incoming long range sensor data, as if she'll catch a hit faster than the computer ::
(11:15:56 PM) JusstinCase: Juvenile detention?
(11:15:58 PM) Raknar: Listen to me! All you can hope to do now is sacrifice the lives of good men in the process of, perhaps, starting another war. Is it really so hateful to you that we do what me must to safeguard our spirits or those of future generations of Klingons?
(11:16:18 PM) EnsLogan: :: grins and shakes his head, but says nothing ::
(11:16:20 PM) CharitySuite: ::gets Syvek into a very sexy hospital gown, complete with modulated ventilation panel down the back::
(11:16:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You risk all of subspace in the process, potentially ending FTL travel for the entire galaxy!
(11:16:55 PM) LtSyvek: :: in his dream, he's suddenly wearing the suit from ZZ-Top's Sharp Dressed Man ::
(11:17:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So yes, your little self-annihilation fantasy IS hateful to me!
(11:17:28 PM) EnsignFiasco: I was misunderstood, that's all. I'm not dangerous. That little old lady and her dog were real old. They didn't need their house as much as I did.
(11:18:41 PM) Percy: :: Turns back to her display panel and notes that the other multiphasic feed has recognized it's power source and is reading fine. She records all the feeds' data onto a PADD, and hands it to Logan.:: Now take this and deliver it to the Commander, and then take some pride in your damn job.
(11:18:47 PM) Raknar: ::Stepping forward, he places his hands against the forcefield, ignoring the flare it creates as he locks eyes with Blackthorne:: Then all the blood to be spilled is on your hands. I hope you can stomach it.
(11:18:52 PM) CdrHarper: :: to T'Kirr :: You know, your fighter is still in service.
(11:19:03 PM) JusstinCase: ... You knocked off an old lady and a dog for her house?!
(11:19:22 PM) Raknar: ::And with that, he spits on the deck plating before turning his back.::
(11:19:33 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: stares at Jusstin:: See?! Misunderstood!
(11:19:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Enjoy your new quarters. Colonel!
(11:19:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Admiral.
(11:19:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: strides back out into Security proper ::
(11:20:03 PM) EnsignFiasco: No, I didn't 'knock them off' ... I relocated them. (m) To the lunar colony.
(11:20:14 PM) EnsLogan: :: thin-lipped, takes the PADD, waving it to Percy before he starts moving :: Thanks, Chief.
(11:20:17 PM) JusstinCase: You WHAT?!
(11:20:52 PM) TKirr: :: distracted, looks up :: Yes. I should... thank you for taking good care of it.
(11:21:05 PM) CharitySuite: Let's git Sam here ta git him cleaned up. Ah'll git a reg'lar bed ready.
(11:21:35 PM) TKirr: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Sickbay.
(11:21:35 PM) LtThors: :: to guards :: I want two guards on him at all times. :: follows the rest into security proper::
(11:21:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: No, lets put him on the new treatment bed.
(11:21:48 PM) Percy: Sure thing. ::And with that, she gets back to work::
(11:21:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Use a rubber containment sheet under the regular one.
(11:21:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Follows silently, looking almost sick at all the implications.::
(11:22:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Carre here.
(11:22:13 PM) EnsignFiasco: It's not like she didn't have oxygen or anything. :: surly::
(11:22:16 PM) TKirr: +Sickbay+ How is Mr. Syvek's recovering?
(11:22:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: forehead in palm ::
(11:22:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks up at McKnight and Ulic ::
(11:22:52 PM) JusstinCase: ::sighs::
(11:23:13 PM) JusstinCase: Well, I think you'll like it here.
(11:23:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Well hes about as good as we can make him. He'll be out for quite a while and hes going to be hurting tomorrow. Nothing that wont fix itself eventually.
(11:23:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, getting a splitting headache ::
(11:23:31 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::making quite a statement in his daisy-covered pink radiation suit, black hair with teal stripe and ultra-black eyeliner and lipstick::
(11:23:33 PM) JusstinCase: Atlantis is one of the cheeriest ships in the fleet! All thoughts you have of elder abuse will quickly vanish.
(11:23:41 PM) TKirr: +Sickbay+ Thank you, Doctor.
(11:23:49 PM) JusstinCase: Friday is hug-day.
(11:24:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I didn't think we'd be having to deal with the Klingons of all peoples.
(11:24:06 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: stares::
(11:24:12 PM) EnsignFiasco: You're joking.
(11:24:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Anytime, I'll let you know when he comes around.
(11:24:43 PM) CdrHarper: Good to know that he'll be okay.
(11:24:50 PM) TKirr: :: holds Syvek's status in her substantial short-term memory to relate to McKnight when he next hits the Bridge ::
(11:25:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'm guessing you're about to say it doesn't change anything.
(11:25:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You're right.
(11:25:25 PM) TKirr: Agreed.
(11:25:26 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Then let me just say this once, for the record.
(11:25:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: listens, McKnight having his ear ::
(11:25:54 PM) JusstinCase: Nope.
(11:26:12 PM) CdrHarper: Lt. Ryan flies your fighter now, but I think she's renamed it. :: trying to keep T'Kirr distracted from pacing ::
(11:26:45 PM) TKirr: Oh?
(11:27:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I don't feel qualified to make any judgements about the...right or wrongness of this Klingon plan, or whether or not the risks they're taking are insane, but Rak'nar is definitely right about two things.
(11:27:06 PM) TKirr: :: is surprised by her negative reaction to learning her fighter's been renamed ::
(11:27:16 PM) Percy: (Damn, why does no one tell me about these days! I could be getting a lot more hugs)
(11:27:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Charity you know how to ride a horse?
(11:27:38 PM) CdrHarper: Yeah, but hey, she's kept it spic and spam.
(11:27:49 PM) TKirr: ( Hug day is T'Kirr's favorite! )
(11:27:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And those are?
(11:28:13 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Munches on Spam::
(11:28:18 PM) TKirr: :: frowns at the words :: And that is... good?
(11:28:40 PM) JusstinCase: [Tuesday is Act-Like-an-Admiral Day.]
(11:28:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: One, if this Operation Sto'Vo'Kor is really as important to them as he makes out, they WILL fight. I don't know if he was bluffing about the strength of the Klingon forces, but even if all they've got is a broken down old PT boat, we're going to have to shoot our way in the entire way.
(11:28:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: longs for a spam sammich ::
(11:28:53 PM) CharitySuite: Why, Ah shore do! Mah Uncle Bobby-John-Deere has himself a reg'lar ol' ranch! Ah spent mah weekends there lots o' times!
(11:29:12 PM) CdrHarper: Um... yes?
(11:29:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: And secondly...this is unclaimed space. Star Fleet has no legal jusisdiction to shut them down here, so if the Klingons choose to view it as such, we ARE talking about a legitimate act of war here.
(11:29:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: You should bring your riding gear down and give my new toy a go. Dont know what Gramps was thinkin but it could be amusing.
(11:29:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I know, Colonel.
(11:30:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Let's get to the bridge. I want your marines on full combat readiness.
(11:32:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::As he falls in step, it's McKnight's turn to feel a headache coming on.:: I just hope we have enough of them to go around.
(11:32:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters TL :: Bridge!
(11:32:38 PM) EnsignFiasco: Anyone trying to hug me will ... will ... I won't shower.
(11:33:12 PM) TKirr: (( won't shower AFTER the hug? ))
(11:33:14 PM) Percy: (So they'll get AIDS? OH NO)
(11:34:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: So what do I tell my men? At least a handful of them were in earshot when you ordered Rak'nar to spill the beans on all this.
(11:34:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: The gag order on Omega remains. I'm going to catch hell for this as it is.
(11:35:15 PM) JusstinCase: Oh, then you'll *love* Sundays.
(11:35:45 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::frowns:: Why do you say that?
(11:36:02 PM) JusstinCase: Mud Fight Day.
(11:36:18 PM) Raknar: (Ulic should totally ask Rak'nar to explain while they're gone. He'll tell him everything!)
(11:36:21 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::drops his forehead against the wall, repeatedly::
(11:36:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks out onto the bridge :: Yellow alert.
(11:36:40 PM) Percy: (Hey, at least it wasn't Jello Fight. That's Wednesdays.)
(11:37:04 PM) Percy: (Everyone has to wear bikinis for that one! Even the men!)
(11:37:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (I'll be damned!)
(11:37:13 PM) TKirr: :: snaps out of it at their arrival and moves around from Science, waiting to be told wth is going on ::
(11:37:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans over to T'Kirr :: The Klingons are behind this. We
(11:37:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We're going to have a fight on our hands.
(11:38:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Crosses over to his console.:: Shields up. I'm conducting a full sensor sweep. Chances are it'll be about as useful as a screen door on the ship, but it'll make me feel better to try.
(11:38:06 PM) CharitySuite: (Heh ... I need to run, I'll see you guys next week! :-) )
(11:38:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ( See you Charity!)
(11:38:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Night!)
(11:38:20 PM) TKirr: :: swallows but doesn't waver, nodding in grin acceptance ::
(11:38:23 PM) EnsignFiasco left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:38:28 PM) JusstinCase: [Ditto! We've got some big stuff at work tomorrow.]
(11:38:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (In that case.... )
(11:38:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM (hey might as well come full circle )
(11:38:57 PM) CharitySuite left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:38:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:38:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:39:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:39:06 PM) TKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:39:24 PM) EnsLogan left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:39:33 PM) JusstinCase: ::pauses::
(11:39:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: paused ::
(11:40:07 PM) Percy: ::begins::
(11:40:14 PM) Percy: Haw haw I am so clever.
(11:40:21 PM) TKirr: Heh.
(11:40:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hardeeharhar!
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(11:41:23 PM) TKirr: Bye, NPCs!
(11:41:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well then, next week it would appear that the defecation will hit the rotary oscillator.
(11:41:38 PM) JusstinCase: ...Woo?
(11:41:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Dont track that into sickbay!
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(11:41:53 PM) LtThors: Sounds potentially messy
(11:41:54 PM) TKirr: Yeah, really, or the Bridge... don't think my sensitive Vulcan nose can take it.
(11:42:49 PM) Percy: If you track it into Engineering, I will beat your face in with my wrench.
(11:42:54 PM) Percy: And then have Carter clean it up.
(11:42:55 PM) Percy: :-D
(11:42:56 PM) JusstinCase: I look forward to it!
(11:42:57 PM) JusstinCase: I guess.
(11:42:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys see you next week.
(11:43:01 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :D
(11:43:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night Doc
(11:43:08 PM) Percy: 'Night Carre.
(11:43:10 PM) LtThors: Night
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(11:43:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Night!
(11:43:17 PM) JusstinCase: G'night, all!
(11:43:24 PM) LtThors: nite
(11:43:27 PM) TKirr: Pfft you wouldn't smell it in Engineering, that's where they burn all the recycled stuff from the farm to make the ship go.
(11:43:41 PM) TKirr: Night peeps =) See you next week.
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(11:43:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Yep, next week it is!
(11:43:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: See ya next week! ON TIME
(11:44:55 PM) Percy: Feh. On time is for chumps.
(11:45:13 PM) Percy: And yer mom. OOOH BURRN.
(11:45:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, oh man, that was a sick burn
(11:45:30 PM) Percy: Sick like me?
(11:45:34 PM) Percy: Because I am fairly sick.
(11:45:40 PM) Percy: and it is not so pleasant.
(11:45:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :(
(11:45:57 PM) Percy: FOR YOUR MOM.
(11:46:02 PM) Percy: Okay I swear I'll stop.
(11:46:18 PM) LtThors: the meds right?
(11:46:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'll transfer Fiasco to engineering if you keep that up.
(11:46:39 PM) Percy: Oddly enough, no. More just being generally spacey and badly slept.
(11:47:02 PM) LtThors: :)
(11:47:04 PM) Percy: And if you do THAT, I'll shave off all his hair and revoke makeup priviledges.
(11:47:15 PM) LtThors: !
(11:47:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hm, that's tempting.
(11:47:26 PM) Percy: And justify it by claiming he's not up to uniform code.
(11:47:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It's true.
(11:47:49 PM) Percy: Then I'll have him and Puddington duel to the death for my amusement.
(11:48:01 PM) TKirr: haha
(11:48:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: pudding
(11:50:45 PM) Percy: Anyhow, I'ma go try to eat something. Wish me luck!
(11:51:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good luck! Don't spew!
(11:51:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And if you're gonna spew, spew into this. :: offers a dixie cup ::
(11:51:41 PM) LtThors: :: offers a shot glass ::
(11:51:58 PM) Percy: ...
(11:52:00 PM) Percy: 'Kay.
(11:52:07 PM) Percy: Later guys.
(11:52:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Later!
(11:52:18 PM) TKirr: Um, who wrote "pudding"?
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(11:52:26 PM) LtThors: later. Hope you feel better
(11:52:36 PM) TKirr: Bah, didn't mean to ignore Percy
(11:52:49 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Okay, guess that means I'd better head out too. Night, folks.
(11:52:54 PM) TKirr: Night Mike
(11:52:58 PM) LtThors: Night
(11:53:11 PM) TKirr: Nice scene in the Brig
(11:53:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Thanks
(11:53:36 PM) TKirr: Tell her to feel better for me
(11:53:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Thank you! Hopefully next week, we can come up with one to top it.
(11:53:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night McKnight!
(11:53:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I will, T'Kirr. Later, folks!
(11:53:49 PM) TKirr: Oh I'm sure we will. =)
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