Conversation with #ussatlantis at 7/21/2009 9:48:27 PM on (irc)

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(9:52:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey folks
(9:52:37 PM) LtThors: Heya
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(9:53:25 PM) SomeDude: Testing
(9:54:02 PM) DrNolan: ...
(9:54:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: FAIL
(9:54:18 PM) DrNolan: :: putters around Sickbay ::
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(9:59:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(9:59:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:03:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(10:03:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya DocRox
(10:03:55 PM) TKirr: Hi Carre
(10:04:11 PM) AllenZinthys [] entered the room.
(10:04:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hellos!
(10:04:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey look at that, a face from the past.
(10:04:28 PM) TKirr: Zin?! o_O
(10:04:29 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I like chocolate/dark chocolate pudding swirl.
(10:04:35 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening, Carre.
(10:04:35 PM) TKirr: You're messing with me
(10:04:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That's him. Found him on my buddy list.
(10:04:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Also, holy crap. Hi, Zinthys!
(10:04:43 PM) AllenZinthys: lol
(10:04:47 PM) AllenZinthys: heyaz
(10:04:56 PM) TKirr: Hey man, long time no see.
(10:05:02 PM) AllenZinthys: likewise
(10:05:22 PM) TKirr: Oh and Carre, you've met Dr. Nolan? He's mine, gonna be helping you in Sickbay tonight.
(10:07:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We'll give the stragglers a few minutes.
(10:07:49 PM) AllenZinthys: Hmp. Seems like nothing has changed.
(10:07:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That's true, we still never start on time. :V
(10:07:59 PM) Percy [] entered the room.
(10:08:00 PM) TKirr: Heh, what, late comers?
(10:08:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Percy
(10:08:11 PM) TKirr: Hey Percy
(10:08:12 PM) Rubix [] entered the room.
(10:08:39 PM) TKirr: You just watching, Zin?
(10:08:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ooo, someone got FIOS.
(10:08:44 PM) AllenZinthys: yeah
(10:08:47 PM) Puddington [] entered the room.
(10:08:50 PM) TKirr: Cool
(10:08:53 PM) Percy: Hey guys. Sorry, was distracted by Ghostbusters Game.
(10:08:55 PM) Percy: It's fun!
(10:09:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: /jealous
(10:09:08 PM) AllenZinthys: which one?
(10:09:08 PM) Percy: Mwahahaha
(10:09:14 PM) Percy: The Xbox one?
(10:09:22 PM) AllenZinthys: ah.
(10:10:02 PM) Percy: Also, who are YOU??
(10:10:05 PM) Percy: o.O
(10:10:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: He was CSec before Mike!
(10:10:26 PM) AllenZinthys: An old-timer who is currently hyped up on nosalgia.
(10:10:28 PM) Percy: O.O Aha!
(10:10:29 PM) AllenZinthys: nostalgia*
(10:10:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Major Zinthys!
(10:10:33 PM) TKirr: Hehe
(10:10:40 PM) Percy: :: Salutes::
(10:10:44 PM) TKirr: When McKnight was still green!
(10:10:48 PM) Percy: Nice meetin' ye!
(10:10:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: He joined in 1999, I think.
(10:11:03 PM) TKirr: I was a Lieutenant JG back then, right?
(10:11:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh then its time for his physical I'm sure.
(10:11:16 PM) TKirr: lol Carre
(10:11:17 PM) Percy: lmao
(10:11:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Spoken like a true CMO.
(10:11:25 PM) Percy: Watch out! She uses dry ice to cool her tools!
(10:11:26 PM) AllenZinthys: lol
(10:11:52 PM) Percy: Except for her speculums....I hope.
(10:12:02 PM) Percy: Speculi? Is that the correct word?
(10:12:05 PM) AllenZinthys: Please. I joined the Atlantis back when AOL would only let you have ten characters in your screen name.
(10:12:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Pfft! No torture for women!
(10:12:15 PM) Percy: Hah! You're OLD
(10:12:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Heh, remember CptThorne
(10:12:31 PM) Percy: (Although I remember that too. I just wasn't playing with you guys)
(10:12:31 PM) TKirr: Okay I was an Ensign back then =P
(10:13:03 PM) AllenZinthys: Not quite that old. He was just getting retired. My academy sim was with CptThorne, though.
(10:13:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Wow.
(10:13:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: CptZuriyev then.
(10:13:40 PM) AllenZinthys: Yes.
(10:14:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway, let's get this party started.
(10:14:19 PM) Percy: Woo!
(10:14:22 PM) Percy: *gets booze*
(10:14:22 PM) AllenZinthys: Kirr, I don't think you had even gone through Pon Farr yet
(10:14:28 PM) AllenZinthys: :P
(10:14:29 PM) TKirr: Erm...
(10:14:44 PM) TKirr: It's a question as to whether females experience that.
(10:14:52 PM) AllenZinthys: ...
(10:15:03 PM) TKirr: On a timer, I mean.
(10:15:07 PM) TKirr: Anyways.
(10:15:18 PM) TKirr: Ahem. :: TWEEEEEEEEET :: Attention!
(10:15:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:15:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:16:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: waits for everyone to snap to ::
(10:16:25 PM) LtSyvek: :: AA in his bio bed ::
(10:16:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Since last week's discovery of the Klingons being at the heart of the Omega detonation, we've since been hit by the shockwave of a second explosion. This time we were properly prepared, but we're obviously getting close to the heart of the matter...
(10:16:40 PM) LtThors: :: aa ::
(10:16:42 PM) AllenZinthys: <<::Hides in the peanut gallery::>>
(10:16:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:16:59 PM) Percy: ::AA::
(10:17:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Anyone wanna see Syvek as a blonde?
(10:17:21 PM) LtSyvek: No.
(10:17:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Any others?
(10:17:26 PM) Percy: How 'bout a redhead?
(10:17:34 PM) LtSyvek: No.
(10:17:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (C'mon you know you was hawt on Blackthorne)
(10:17:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It was not.
(10:17:41 PM) Percy: Wasn't asking YOU. Geez. :-P
(10:18:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I have no questions. Since it's my plot.
(10:18:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Whistles::
(10:18:13 PM) TKirr: Heh.
(10:18:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:18:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:18:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:18:59 PM) TKirr: :: sits on the Bridge next to Blackthorne, absorbed in a PADD of the latest multiphasic shielding reports ::
(10:19:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sitting in the center seat :: Time until we reach the epicenter?
(10:19:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: after changing her scrubs checks on the drooling drugged patient ::
(10:19:23 PM) CdrHarper: Two hours.
(10:19:29 PM) DrNolan: :: is tending to Syvek in Sickbay, Carre's orders ::
(10:19:31 PM) LtSyvek: :: opens his eyes ::
(10:19:50 PM) LtSyvek: ... Ow.
(10:20:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Captain Montrose> ::In security, addressing a crowd of assembled marines, concluding an emergency briefing:: ...and last of all, remember that the newer Klingon battle armor incorporates a refractory coating on the armor plate, similar to what protects the hulls of their ships. This makes the lower settings less than useful, so set your weapons for
(10:20:04 PM) DrNolan: :: smiles :: Feeling better?
(10:20:28 PM) LtSyvek: Better implies that I recall what I felt like before to make a comparative judgement.
(10:20:31 PM) DrNolan: :: glances over at Carre ::
(10:20:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: no lower than setting 6. Alright, to your stations. Lieutenant Thors, with me if you please.
(10:20:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins :: Welcome back.
(10:20:49 PM) DrNolan: :: grimaces at the Vulcan :: Guess he's feeling better.
(10:20:52 PM) LtSyvek: Right now, I feel... terrible.
(10:21:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well, your doing MUCH better than you were doing so I'd say you feel like you got the crap beat out of you about now.
(10:21:33 PM) LtThors: Yes sir. :: follows ColMcK ::
(10:21:51 PM) LtSyvek: :: tries to sit up ::
(10:22:05 PM) Percy: :: In Engineering, examining a damage report from the second wave.:: Well, thank god that one didn't knock anything out.
(10:22:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Two hours. :: looks at T'Kirr ::
(10:22:21 PM) DrNolan: :: bundles up the tools he has been using :: I'll go get him a fresh hypo. :: wanders off ::
(10:22:31 PM) TKirr: :: looks back ::
(10:22:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gently pushes Syvek back down :: No, you should move until the ribs have had a bit more rest.
(10:22:33 PM) CdrHarper: Admiral! I have a Klingon Vor'cha class battlecruiser on long range sensors!
(10:22:50 PM) LtSyvek: Yes, doctor. :: winces ::
(10:22:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (*shouldn't)
(10:23:00 PM) TKirr: :: sits up ::
(10:23:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: On screen.
(10:23:32 PM) CdrHarper: :: puts the Klingon ship on the viewer ::
(10:23:35 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Consults his station with a soft frown.:: Confirmed. Edge of visual range. Too far out to determine weapons status.
(10:23:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Red alert.
(10:24:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I can give you something for the pain, or I can give you a PADD to make your incident report, however you will be getting meds, its just a question of now or later.
(10:24:25 PM) TKirr: :: looks to Blackthorne :: You don't think they have Omega on board.
(10:24:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Capt Montrose> ::Enters McKnight's office with Thors, and activates his comm unit after the door has been locked.: +McKnight+ This is Montrose. Standing by for orders, sir.
(10:24:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Scan them to be sure.
(10:24:44 PM) Percy: :: Looks up as red alert starts:: Well, crap. Ensigns, to stations. I want a patch-up team ready for this.
(10:24:47 PM) LtSyvek: Later, I need to make a report.
(10:24:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Montrose+ The patrols are where they should be. Stand by for further orders.
(10:24:58 PM) LtSyvek: :: sits up at the red alert siren ::
(10:25:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hailing frequencies.
(10:25:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls a spare PADD off the shelf :: You keep moving like that and you'll be in stasis.
(10:25:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Shields at full, phasers and torpedo launchers armed and ready.
(10:25:33 PM) CdrHarper: :: opens a channel ::
(10:25:47 PM) DrNolan: :: hurries back at the Red Alert and hypos Syvek :: Here, this will help for now. I'm gonna be busy.
(10:25:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: This is Admiral Ian Blackthorne of the Federation starship Atlantis, please respond.
(10:26:10 PM) LtSyvek: Thank you doctor. :: sits and tries to get his head about him :::
(10:26:40 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Well...:: puts PADD back on shelf :: apparently you'll be out momentarily. Enjoy your rest.
(10:27:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Several second pass in silence before Blackthorne gets his response, due to the lag in the absence of subspace communications, but it comes surely enough.
(10:27:21 PM) LtSyvek: I trust those were just pain medications.
(10:28:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Klingon commander> Admiral Blackthorne, this is Commander Kargh of the IKS To'varran. You are to power down your weapons and turn around now, or prepare to be fired upon.
(10:28:10 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: reads the chart :: So they were, if you cant stay put you will be out :: grabs the PADD again and hands it to Syvek ::
(10:28:11 PM) DrNolan: :: is already off preparing for more casualties ::
(10:28:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Commander, I regret that I can't do that. Starfleet has clear orders regarding the Omega particle. These experiments must cease.
(10:29:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks up from his console:: Scratch that. Their weapons are definitely armed. Still out of range.
(10:30:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> I am well aware of Star Fleet's paranoia. I can assure you that your fears are unfounded. Every precaution is being taken. We have extrapolated the damage radius to subspace from our first chosen yield. Far short of armageddon to galactic civilization, agreed?
(10:30:40 PM) TKirr: :: sits alertly next to Blackthorne, studying Kargh ::
(10:30:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: places a hypo near Syvek :: If your pain gets too bad, use this in case we cant get back. Make sure your comfortable as it will act pretty quickly. :: heads off to prepare for more casualties ::
(10:30:58 PM) Percy: :: After making sure that red alert protocol safety regulations have been satisfied, Percy stands at the main console, keeping an eye on the ship's readings. Her Bad Motherfucker gold-plated wrench is at the ready for some fixin'.::
(10:31:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> And I assure you further, our yields will only get smaller. So you see, there is no danger.
(10:31:17 PM) Cubit [] entered the room.
(10:31:38 PM) LtThors: :: checks and double checks gear and weapon settings ::
(10:31:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Commander, you can't know that there is no possibility of catastrophic chain-reaction resulting in the destruction of subspace across the galaxy.
(10:31:57 PM) Cubit: *whistles an "I'll keep an eye on him" tune*
(10:32:02 PM) LtSyvek: Thank you, Doctor.
(10:32:12 PM) LtSyvek: :: eyes Cubit ::
(10:32:54 PM) Rubix: :: Chasing lights on the Engineering floor::
(10:33:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> Admiral, I have said it as plainly as any man can. Every precaution is being taken. And I am not here to debate them. I AM here to inform you that your present course is a blantant and willful act of war. And you have received your official last warning.
(10:33:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Meet Cubit, he will rat you out if you do something you shouldnt be doing. :: head out to prepare for incoming ::
(10:34:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We both have our orders, Commander, but here and now, we can agree to not do this. We both know the consequences of what's about to happen. Let's avert a war and figure out a way to accomplish Operation StoVoKor without the use of Omega.
(10:34:26 PM) DrNolan: :: delivers a tray of freshly-filled hypos to Carre and hurries off again ::
(10:34:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes the Klingon on the viewer, waiting to find out if a war is about to start ::
(10:35:52 PM) CdrHarper: :: watches the viewer nervously ::
(10:35:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> There are many scientists attached to this expedition, but I am not among them. I know only what I must do to ensure the safetu of the Klingon soul, down through the ages. So, this is your answer?
(10:36:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I have my orders, Commander.
(10:36:38 PM) TKirr: :: turns from Blackthorne to watch Kargh's response ::
(10:36:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: knows that this is about to get bad ::
(10:37:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> ::Nods:: Then I wish you success in the coming combat. But not much.
(10:37:19 PM) LtThors: :: awaiting the inevitable ::
(10:37:20 PM) TKirr: :: perks eyebrow ::
(10:37:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Kargh makes the throat slitting gesture, and the comm channel goes dea, just before the Vor'cha's disruptor banks open up.
(10:37:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evasive maneuvers, return fire!
(10:37:49 PM) CdrHarper: :: banks the ship hard ::
(10:38:10 PM) TKirr: :: holds onto her chair, glancing at the data rolling in on an armrest ::
(10:38:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods in satisfaction, even as the ship shakes subtly from a hit that is not dodged in time.:: Shields holding. No problem at this range. Returning fire, phasers only.
(10:38:29 PM) CdrHarper: I'm coming about to give you a quantum torpedo shot, Colonel.
(10:38:37 PM) DrNolan: :: stops mid-stride :: Uh oh... this sounds bad.
(10:38:46 PM) Cubit: :: Ooooh tones and grip locks the table edge ::
(10:38:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Try to disable them instead of destroying them.
(10:39:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sounds bad, feels bad...probably is going to be bad.
(10:39:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods and fires off a trio of quantums, knowing there's not much chance of a successful hit at this range, but why not try?:: I'll give it my best, sir. But their weapons ports are heavily armored.
(10:39:38 PM) DrNolan: :: grins over at Carre:: Good thing we've got posts on the best ship around, eh?
(10:39:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That's why I said try.
(10:40:08 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins back :: Yeah and with upgraded equipment too!
(10:40:09 PM) CdrHarper: :: dodges and weaves as the two ships close ::
(10:40:29 PM) DrNolan: :: continues with equipment gathering ::
(10:40:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As a few phaser shots and one lucky torpedo shot hits home, McKnight gapes at his the Klingon ship's shields drop, and its weapons go silent.
(10:40:58 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Uh...okay, I'm not THAT good. Their shields are down!
(10:41:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Cease fire.
(10:41:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Sir?
(10:41:09 PM) Rubix: :: Makes a warning siren sound as she runs around like mad around Engineering:: Wee ooo weee oooo weee oooo!
(10:41:11 PM) TKirr: :: frowns, quietly :: What are they doing?
(10:41:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes the viewscreen, then T'Kirr, then the viewscreen ::
(10:41:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You heard me. Maybe it was a lucky shot.
(10:41:35 PM) Cubit: :: brushes himself off and tries to look dignified marching to and fro ::
(10:41:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: No need to destroy a helpless target.
(10:41:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hail them.
(10:41:47 PM) CdrHarper: :: hails :: No answer.
(10:41:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Obeys after a moment, hesitantly. But he keeps a firing solution on them::
(10:42:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Sigh.)
(10:42:02 PM) TKirr: :: consults her armrest readout ::
(10:42:02 PM) LtSyvek: I will be needed at my post.
(10:42:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: This is damned peculiar.
(10:42:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Full sensor sweep.
(10:42:29 PM) DrNolan: :: overhears Syvek :: Oooh no you don't. You're in no shape.
(10:42:42 PM) LtSyvek: We are at red alert in combat, Doctor.
(10:42:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Runs a tactical scan:: Running...not a darn thing I can see. Just space dust and...wait. Oh, dear.
(10:42:52 PM) Cubit: :: Uh uh tones and moves his arms in a "no way" gesture ::
(10:43:07 PM) Percy: :: Notes the other ship's shields down, and scratches her head before going back to looking at the readings.::
(10:43:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Sensors pick up something, alright. A B'rel class Bird of Prey, decloaking at close range, and accelerating toward Atlantis at full impulse!
(10:43:31 PM) DrNolan: And there's someone to stand in for you, as you're still recovering. You can go when Dr. Carre says you are fit.
(10:43:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Bird of Prey! Coming in at a collision course!
(10:43:34 PM) CdrHarper: Oh shit. OH SHIT.
(10:43:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EVasives!
(10:43:45 PM) TKirr: :: eyes go wide ::
(10:43:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: pulls up hard as fast as the ship will respond ::
(10:43:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Peeks in Syveks room :: Yes we are, YOU are not. At ease Syvek or into stasis with you!
(10:44:02 PM) LtSyvek: :: sits ::
(10:44:18 PM) DrNolan: :: feels the ship shudder and frowns ::
(10:44:46 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Taking a split second to freak right out, he forces himself to focus on his console. There's no chance of evading at this range, and no chance of shooting it down, so instead, he throws everything he can at the Vor'cha. Full phasers, full torpedo spread.
(10:45:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::
(10:45:09 PM) Cubit: :: quietly tones "toldja", resumes his pacing ::
(10:45:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sees that it's not going to work :: All hands, brace for impact!
(10:45:29 PM) TKirr: :: hangs on ::
(10:45:30 PM) LtThors: :: braces for impact ::
(10:45:33 PM) Percy: :: Her eyes widen as she notes the speeding bird of prey towards them.:: You heard him! Secure your stations!
(10:45:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs the doorway ::
(10:45:50 PM) DrNolan: Oh crap.... :: drops his equipment and grabs a countertop ::
(10:45:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: grabs both chair arms with a deathgrip ::
(10:46:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> There's an impact, and a considerable one at that speed. Worse still, however, is the explosion that totally engulfs the viewscreen, as every photon in the Bird of Prey's armory goes up at once on the moment of impact.
(10:46:09 PM) Cubit: :: grips on to the table edge again ::
(10:46:09 PM) Percy: :: Crouches and holds onto the base of her station.::
(10:47:06 PM) Rubix: :: Goes flying, grabbing hold of Percy's pantleg so as to not become shrapnel:: Whirrrreeeee!
(10:47:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ::: manages to stay in his chair :: Damage report!
(10:47:39 PM) CdrHarper: :: flies sideways into the wall ::
(10:47:57 PM) DrNolan: Oh my god! What's going on out there?
(10:48:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yanno, I think we're going to be very busy shortly.
(10:48:02 PM) CdrHarper: :: crawls back into her chair, blinking away stars, and regains attitude control of the ship ::
(10:48:10 PM) LtSyvek: :: flies off the biobed ::
(10:48:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Scrambles back to his own console, having been knocked out of it briefly.:: Shield drain critical! Oh, God...the Klingons have resumed firing!
(10:48:48 PM) Cubit: :: makes emergency tones as Syvek flys by ::
(10:48:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: impressed the shields took the hit without completely failing :: Return fire!
(10:48:58 PM) TKirr: :: holds her seat ::
(10:49:09 PM) LtSyvek: :: crawls onto the biobed :: That was unpleasant.
(10:49:27 PM) DrNolan: :: rushes over to Syvek :: Dunno that it's over yet... hold on to something, for God's sake.
(10:49:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The Vor'cha isn't looking so pretty, gouges carved in its refractory armored hull by high energy phaser fire, and 3 quantums have exploded on the underside of its hull, but now the Klingons get their revenge, as photons and disruptors smash through forward shields.
(10:49:46 PM) LtSyvek: :: grabs the biobed ::
(10:49:50 PM) LtThors: :: after picking himself back up, orders a sitrep from marine patrols ::
(10:49:57 PM) Percy: :: As soon as she regains footing, rushes for the shield's power array and begins rerouting like mad:: Everyone take everything you can spare and put it in shields!
(10:50:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Keep those shields up!
(10:50:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: ponders strapping in Syvek, but doesnt as casualties start arriving ::
(10:50:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Glances over the controls, even as he orders up phasers and quantums like mad.:: Shields down! They're targeting the main deflector dish!
(10:50:45 PM) CdrHarper: :: comes about after regaining control from the inertia granted by the high speed explosion ::
(10:51:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evasives! Firefly, keep the dish away from them!
(10:51:39 PM) CdrHarper: Roger that.
(10:51:41 PM) TKirr: :: going over internal sensors between jolts ::
(10:51:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: triages incoming bumps, bruises and broken bones ::
(10:52:22 PM) DrNolan: :: rushes to assist :: Fractured ribs, I've got this one. :: assists the crew member to a biobed ::
(10:52:45 PM) CdrHarper: :: dives hard to keep the deflector out of the line of fire ::
(10:52:51 PM) RyanCarter [] entered the room.
(10:52:55 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight suddenly looks up from his console, his face pale.:: Oh Christ! I'm detecting unauthorized transporter signatures! Dozens of them, all over the ship!
(10:52:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ( Hiya Glenn! )
(10:53:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Klingons start beaming onto the ship by the bucketfuls, appearing near all major departments. This means you!
(10:53:03 PM) Percy: (Hey Glenn!)
(10:53:10 PM) EngKlingons [] entered the room.
(10:53:11 PM) BridgeKlingons [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(10:53:19 PM) SickbayKlingons [] entered the room.
(10:53:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes go wide, he dives behind the center seat ::
(10:53:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Sound the intruder alert!
(10:53:51 PM) RyanCarter: (what's up, sorry I haven't been at the sim, been outside! :) )
(10:53:55 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: start opening fire on crew members outside of Sickbay, heading down the corridor ::
(10:54:07 PM) TKirr: :: dives for cover ::
(10:54:15 PM) CdrHarper: :: sees Klingons beaming in all around, stays at her post and keeps the dish away from incoming fire ::
(10:54:17 PM) Percy: :: Percy looks on with widened eyes as Klingons beam in. She ducks behind the main console.:: Everyone down and armed! Defend yourselves!
(10:54:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: grabs a phaser out of the arm of his chair ::
(10:54:33 PM) EngKlingons: :: Beam onto deck 16, near engineering. The patrols on duty open fire immediately, but are quickly overwhelmed, and cut down with blade and disruptor bolts.::
(10:54:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks at the Klingons appearing :: Dammit close those doors!
(10:54:40 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: start shooting up the seats and the people ::
(10:54:52 PM) TKirr: +Shipwide+ Intruder alert! Hold critical stations, take up defensive positions!
(10:55:13 PM) LtSyvek: I require a weapon!
(10:55:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Grabs his phaser, downing one Klingon even as he beams in, then focuses his fire on Harper's seat, trying to keep the Klingons away from the exposed pilot chair.::
(10:55:15 PM) DrNolan: :: freaks out :: Klingons!
(10:55:15 PM) LtThors: Fire teams to sick bay, bridge, and engineering! MOVE IT!!!
(10:55:50 PM) Percy: (Oops. Pretend I said they heard them coming in, rather than directly in)
(10:55:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: pulls back up hard behind the Klingon ship, successfully keeping the dish away, then thinks to start programming a sequence of auto-evasives ::
(10:56:10 PM) Percy: :: Aims for the door as they begin flooding into Engineering.::
(10:56:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Corporal Denton> ::Comes running into the doorway to sickbay, immediately kneeling to fire down the hallway he came from:: Get down! Klingons! At leasta dozen of them, coming in fast!
(10:56:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pokes up and shoots a Klingon :: GET OFF MY SHIP.
(10:56:56 PM) DrNolan: :: gets down ::
(10:57:06 PM) LtSyvek: :: one of them savagely cuts a redshirt in half that was guarding the turbolift door ::
(10:57:15 PM) BridgeKlingons: (THAT WAS MY LINE)
(10:57:18 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: fires a shot at Denton, true to the chest ::
(10:57:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pushes the injured patients carefully to the floor, gets down ::
(10:57:24 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Montrose+ Captain, get a rapid response team up here now! You hear me? Next to sickbay, then to engineering! That order, you hear me?
(10:57:25 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: one of them savagely cuts a redshirt in half that was guarding the turbolift door ::
(10:57:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Denton> Hurk blagh!
(10:57:39 PM) Cubit: :: makes doom tone noises ::
(10:57:46 PM) Percy: (Hee hee!)
(10:57:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: painfully runs over and takes Denton's rifle, then takes cover behind a console and covers the door ::
(10:58:07 PM) LtSyvek: :: painfully runs over and takes Denton's rifle, then takes cover behind a console and covers the door ::
(10:58:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Fortunately, the screams and phaser fire give the marines already stationed in engineering time to get to defensive positions. They are thus able to slow the sudden flood of Klingons long enough for the engineers to also grab whatever weapons they can find on hand!
(10:58:37 PM) LtSyvek: Doctors, take cover!
(10:58:39 PM) DrNolan: We're dooomed!
(10:58:45 PM) DrNolan: I am, I am!
(10:58:53 PM) LtSyvek: :: lays down some mean suppressive fire through the door ::
(10:59:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: For gods sake shoot someone!
(10:59:14 PM) RyanCarter: ::walking down the corridor, Klingon beams in, right in front of him:: Fuck.
(10:59:22 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: sees that the ship is still under control, and several of them take aim at Harper ::
(10:59:25 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: start dying off at Syvek's fire, but keep coming, firing along the way at Syvek's position ::
(10:59:40 PM) RyanCarter: Klingon> ::takes a swing at Carter with his batleth::
(10:59:41 PM) CdrHarper: :: finishes her auto-evade sequence ::
(10:59:43 PM) EngKlingons: ::Run straight into a wall of phaser fire. Several are immediately cut down as they stand and return fire, but others take cover in the doorway to lay down suppressive fire...just as the SECOND group beam directly into engineering!
(10:59:44 PM) LtThors: Joins fire team headed for the bridge::
(10:59:56 PM) Percy: ::Fires at the chest of one Klingon once she finds an opening between marines, and once she sees Ryan, tries to provide enough cover fire for him to get to safety.::
(10:59:58 PM) Cubit: :: screams and falls to the floor to hide under the bio bed ::
(11:00:08 PM) LtSyvek: :: holding his ground ::
(11:00:26 PM) LtSyvek: +Security+ Syvek to security, requesting reinforcements!
(11:00:37 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::sticks his toolcase into the Klingon's matter stream:: I wonder what if...
(11:00:38 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: they fire at Harper, hitting her several times in the back ::
(11:00:55 PM) RyanCarter: Klingon> ::materializes into the toolcase screaming and gushing purple blood::
(11:01:00 PM) CdrHarper: :: takes six disruptor hits to the back through the back of her chair, falls sideways to the floor ::
(11:01:12 PM) TKirr: :: sees Harper shot ::
(11:01:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: slumps onto her back, looking up at the ceiling with a surprised look ::
(11:01:20 PM) Percy: :: Then finds she has to change tactics as others beam into engineering:: SHIT. ::Turns and fires at as many as she can.::
(11:01:28 PM) EngKlingons: ::One warrior materializes sceaming with a toolcase embedded in his chest. Two more materialize snarling, and immediately open fire at him with their disruptors::
(11:01:29 PM) LtThors: :: sweeps into the bridge with fire team in 3 by 3 formations
(11:01:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sees Harper go down hard ::Medical emergency! Beam her to sickbay!
(11:02:04 PM) CdrHarper: :: laying in an expanding pool of blood ::
(11:02:25 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: one of them takes aim directly at T'Kirr's head ::
(11:02:27 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> Oh... fuck! ::stumbles backwards:: Holy shit... ::watching the Klingon with the tool case struggling and dies::
(11:02:36 PM) TKirr: TR> :: beams Harper to Sickbay ::
(11:02:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sees the Klingon aiming for T'Kirr :: NO! :: dives in front of the shot, taking it in the left shoulder ::
(11:02:46 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::gets up and runs in the opposite direction... stops:: Uh... sorry. ::keeps running::
(11:02:54 PM) CdrHarper: :: appears in sickbay, coughing up blood ::
(11:03:04 PM) TKirr: :: looks over at Blackthorne's shout ::
(11:03:15 PM) LtThors: :: kills klingon that jsut fired at Blackthorne ::
(11:03:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: AUGGHH. :: shoots the Klingon that was going to shoot T'Kirr ::
(11:03:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gasps as Harper appears leaking blood everywhere :: Dammit!
(11:03:19 PM) DrNolan: Stay down my ass, we got a job to do! :: rushes to Harper ::
(11:03:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Ducks as a Klingon comes at him with an overhead bat'leth swing, which promptly buries the alien sword in his console. As the warrior tries to pull it free, McKnight pulls a hidden knife from his sleeve, and stabs the bastard repeatedly in the throat.::
(11:03:24 PM) LtThors: SUPRESSIVE FIRE!!!
(11:03:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ( Damn you, smileys!)
(11:03:52 PM) RyanCarter: ::runs into another Klingon and narrowly misses his head getting taken off::
(11:03:53 PM) TKirr: :: almost freaks out at Blackthorne being shot, but takes the opportunity to run to a more flexible position ::
(11:03:56 PM) LtSyvek: :: continuing to hold the door ::
(11:04:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Marines, secure the bridge!
(11:04:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: has lost the use of his left arm ::
(11:04:24 PM) Puddington: :: Turns immediately as the Klingons beam into Engineering, sandwich hanging out of his mouth as he seems to contemplate a sheet of module covering in his hands::
(11:04:31 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: rampaging, shooting up everything ::
(11:04:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Montrose+ Security lock crew quarters and transporters! I don't want these bastards to have any easy targets!
(11:04:43 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: more die as Syvek shoots true, but yet more get closer, one shot making it just over Nolan's head ::
(11:04:44 PM) RyanCarter: ::just runs in the opposite direction, hears something about "running like a two-legged Targ"::
(11:04:51 PM) LtThors: :: secures bridge:: I want half with me! let's move out. :: runs to medical ::
(11:04:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh hell Kate...Nolan get an infuser going.
(11:05:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Montrose+ And for God's sake, get someone to the battle bridge! We can't just sit here and take this!
(11:05:08 PM) CdrHarper: :: looks at Carre and splutters up blood when she tries to talk ::
(11:05:30 PM) LtSyvek: :: idly wishes for a grenade ::
(11:05:36 PM) TKirr: :: rushes along in a crouched position around the perimeter, finding herself nearing a Klingon facing the other way shooting his guts out ::
(11:05:59 PM) Percy: :: manages to down two Klingons with phaser fire, but finds that the close quarters no longer make firepower reliable. Instead, she reaches into her toolbelt and grabs her wrench, holding it defensively.::
(11:06:00 PM) DrNolan: Right! :: goes for the infuser ::
(11:06:01 PM) LtThors: +McKinght+ Leaving half here. Taking the rest to reinforce medical.
(11:06:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: trying to keep from getting shot again as the number of Klingons on the bridge dwindle ::
(11:06:05 PM) RyanCarter: ::heading towards main engineering... is sure that's a good idea::
(11:06:23 PM) LtSyvek: +Security+ Situation tenuous, need reinforcements!
(11:06:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Now, McKnight has a bat'leth, and he puts it to good use, driving it into the chest of the next Klingon to come at him. Repeatedly.:: Bastards! Bastards!
(11:06:27 PM) AllenZinthys: <<Good night! Everybody enjoy the sim. And nobody die, kay?>>
(11:06:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Ha! We'll try!)
(11:06:42 PM) AllenZinthys left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:06:42 PM) LtThors: +Syvek+ On my way!
(11:06:48 PM) RyanCarter: ::enters main engineering narrowing missing a disruptor blast::
(11:07:05 PM) TKirr: :: stands up behind the Klingon and yells, hitting him hard enough across the back of the skull to crack it ::
(11:07:07 PM) LtThors: +Montrose+ What's the situation with engineering?
(11:07:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hooks up the physiostimulator :: Hold on Kate we'll get ya fixed up in no time.
(11:07:17 PM) CdrHarper: :: passes out, eyes going cloudy as she slumps ::
(11:07:37 PM) RyanCarter: Klingon> ::swings at Carter with his bladed weapon::
(11:07:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: picks off another with his good arm ::
(11:07:41 PM) EngKlingons: ::The stream of Klingon beam ins has stopped with Harper's maneuvering, but there's a damn mob of them already in, hacking their way through arriving marines and hapless engineers alike, seemingly concerned only with killing as many as possible before falling themselves.::
(11:07:55 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> :: stumbles out of the way and falls on the floor ::
(11:08:08 PM) TKirr: ACTION> Sergeant McGann's team arrives outside Sickbay, gunning down the Klingons from the other side, hitting several in the back before they can respond.
(11:08:19 PM) Percy: :: Sees one of her own getting downed by a particularly nasty looking Klingon, and with a bellowing yell, runs at him side-long, taking a running jump to get height before taking the wrench in both hands and swinging it down on his skull as hard as possible. As he goes down, she looks up with a bloodthirsty grin.::
(11:08:20 PM) BridgeKlingons: :: down to two Klingons, they just cover the bridge in automatic disruotor fire, attempting to do as much damage as they can before they fall ::
(11:08:35 PM) TKirr: :: grabs up the fallen Klingon's rifle and starts picking targets ::
(11:08:38 PM) LtThors: :: Flanks klingons in medical with as much firepower as they can muster::
(11:08:41 PM) RyanCarter: Klingon> ::raises his blade high and swings it down at Carter::
(11:08:46 PM) TKirr: McGann> Forward, men! Fire at will!
(11:08:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: puts the Coagulation Activator to good use, slows the bleeding considerably ::
(11:09:01 PM) LtSyvek: :: notes the change in fire coming through the door, holds his fire ::
(11:09:04 PM) EngKlingons: ::And one Klingon in particular snarls back at her, disruptor aimed.::
(11:09:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Finish them off! :: can't get a shot ::
(11:09:25 PM) DrNolan: :: assists Carre, ignoring the weapon fire until he hears the troops roll in :: Whoop whoop!
(11:09:26 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::does a roll and avoids it, and avoids some phaser fire...has no idea who's in engineering, what's going on, sees a corridor and runs for it::
(11:09:30 PM) Percy: :: She looks up at him, and immediately her look turns to "Well, shit."::
(11:10:02 PM) EngKlingons: ::And just like that, the bright green disruptor bolt streaks out across the intervening distance, pulverizing her abdomen::
(11:10:32 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: trickle down to a handful, being shot down by McGann's rapid response team ::
(11:10:48 PM) LtSyvek: :: creeps out to the doorframe and chances a quick look ::
(11:10:56 PM) LtSyvek: :: picks off a Klingon as he does ::
(11:11:02 PM) Percy: :: Percy spasms in shock, before trying to take one...two steps forward...before collapsing into a bloody and twitching mass as she feels herself bleed out. She then loses consciousness.::
(11:11:09 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Sweeps a mek'leth stroke to the side as his captured bat'leth comes up to tear into the Klingon's groin. His screams, mercifully, do not last long before that same bat'
(11:11:12 PM) LtThors: :: rips leg off of chair in sickbay and brains nearest kilngon ::
(11:11:12 PM) RyanCarter: ::being chased by a bloodthirsty Klingon, running down a hallway away from main engineering::
(11:11:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: leth is buried in his thick skull.::
(11:11:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sees Harpers stats stop declining :: There we go, now lets patch up this mess.
(11:11:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans up against the side of his chair, grimacing at the fire his arm appears to be immersed in ::
(11:12:09 PM) TKirr: :: shouts while firing :: Ian! You all right?
(11:12:09 PM) EngKlingons: ::One furious Klingon with a bat'leth sprints after him.:: Come back here, you cowardly Ferengi son of a whore!
(11:12:25 PM) LtThors: :: orders marines to take up defensive postures around sick bay ::
(11:12:35 PM) CdrHarper: :: pokes out to take a shot at the remaining intruder :: I'll live!
(11:12:47 PM) TKirr: :: ducks the crazy Klingon fire going in all directions ::
(11:12:56 PM) LtThors: :: grabs 2 redshirts and heads for engineering ordering remaining teams to converge there ::
(11:12:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (That was my line!)
(11:13:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pokes out to take a shot at the remaining intruder :: I'll live!
(11:13:06 PM) RyanCarter: ::ducks inside one of the engineering labs::
(11:13:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::The offending Klingon's head is quickly blown off, as the marine responsible kneels by her body and taps his comm badge.:: +Carre+ Drake to sickbay! Busard's down! Emergency-
(11:13:41 PM) LtThors: +montrose+ On my way to engineering send backup ASAP.
(11:13:46 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: works quickly and effectively patching up Harper ::
(11:13:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Drake> ::Can get no more out beore he's stabbed to death from behind with a dk'tagh.::
(11:13:58 PM) TKirr: :: takes a well-aimed shot at the last Klingon on the Bridge, downing him in the face ::
(11:14:07 PM) BridgeKlingons left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:14:22 PM) RyanCarter: ::sees a canister of liquid nitrogen, probably for some superconductive experiment, grabs it and tosses it at the Klingon as he enters in the lab::
(11:14:22 PM) LtThors: :: Sweeps halls as he moves to engineering ::
(11:14:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits up and looks around ::
(11:14:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +McKnight+ Have her emergency transported here!
(11:14:38 PM) LtSyvek: :: nods the other Marines right after he picks off the last sickbay Klingon ::
(11:15:05 PM) SickbayKlingons: :: cries out :: For StoVoKor!
(11:15:12 PM) SickbayKlingons left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:15:28 PM) TKirr: :: stands unsteadily, taking in the battered Bridge ::
(11:15:29 PM) Rubix: ::Twitch...twitch twitch...twitch...::
(11:15:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls himself up with one arm ::
(11:15:36 PM) RyanCarter: Klingon> ::cries out as the cold, cold liquid hits him::
(11:15:37 PM) LtThors: MARINES!! Into the breach!! ::heads into engineering ::
(11:15:43 PM) EngKlingons: ::The Klingon drops his disruptor with a scream, falling to his knees as the supercool liquid goes to work on his body. But he desperately tries to arm a grenade!::
(11:15:51 PM) Rubix: (Er...pretend that was Percy :-P)
(11:16:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tries not to look at the bloody scene :: Status of weapons and engines.
(11:16:10 PM) RyanCarter: ::notices the grenade:: Oh fuck me...
(11:16:12 PM) Rubix: :: Rubix is perfectly fine and hiding in an air duct::
(11:16:25 PM) RyanCarter: ::finds the JT, opens the hatch and dives inside::
(11:16:37 PM) EngKlingons: ::Thors is immediately met by a furious charge. The leader comes hacking at him with his mek'leth!::
(11:16:37 PM) LtThors: :: Takes cover near stack of bodies and puts down fire ::
(11:16:42 PM) RyanCarter: ::slams the JT hatch shut::
(11:16:44 PM) TKirr: :: swallows and carelessly sets the rifle down on a console before moving to a station ::
(11:17:13 PM) LtThors: :: using his chair leg he engages the klingon leader ::
(11:17:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down at helm himself, taking care not to step in Harper's blood ::
(11:17:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes that Percy hasnt made the the transport yet :: +Transporter Room+ Carre here, emergency transport of Busard to sickbay NOW!
(11:17:47 PM) RyanCarter: ::realizes when the ship gets taken over, Carter tends to end up in the JTs alot::
(11:17:55 PM) TKirr: TR> :: transports Busard to Sickbay ::
(11:18:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: checks systems with one hand :: We have full impulse power... status of their ship?
(11:18:29 PM) Percy: :: Appears on bed with very large, nasty looking stomach wound and a hell of a fever.::
(11:18:30 PM) RyanCarter: ::does some mental counting and then starts to crawl along the JT conduits, maybe he can get out somewhere relatively safe::
(11:18:46 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Finally clear of enemies, McKnight checks with a free console not yet destroyed.:: I'm reading severe damage to the relays responsible for powering their impulse drive. I don't think they're up to a chase, sir!
(11:18:58 PM) DrNolan: :: notices Percy beamed in, still working with Harper :: What's her status?
(11:19:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Then I'm getting us the hell out of here. :: punches the engines to full impulse ::
(11:19:19 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Check out Percy :: I'll need a PIU hooked up here :: puts on a pressure pad ::
(11:19:21 PM) LtThors: :: takes a slash to the stomach, allowing him to insert chair leg into opponents head ::
(11:19:26 PM) CdrHarper: :: unconscious still, but manages to reflexively splutter up some blood ::
(11:19:27 PM) TKirr: :: holds on as the ship shudders forward ::
(11:19:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (checks)
(11:19:32 PM) EngKlingons: ::The Klingon tries for his signature move, the patented headbutt to Thors' face, before following up with a kick to the gut.::
(11:19:41 PM) EngKlingons: (Er, never mind.)
(11:19:58 PM) DrNolan: Right... :: makes one last adjustment to Harper and rushes over to help ::
(11:20:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans back in the chair without thinking, and the back gives way because it has six holes in it ::
(11:20:34 PM) LtThors: :: crawls behind stack of bodies and directs fire ::
(11:20:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: falls to the floor ::
(11:20:43 PM) EngKlingons: ::Seeing the battle begin to turn against them with the arrival of reinforcements, Klingons in control of the upper story begin hurling grenades at the entrance to engineering, supplementing it with disruptor fire.::
(11:20:49 PM) TKirr: :: looks over in alarm at Blackthorne ::
(11:20:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks out the stats on Percy, while repeately pressing the 'recall medical personnel to Sickbay' button ::
(11:21:24 PM) LtThors: +montrose+ I need reinforcments on the upper deck of engineering!!!
(11:21:27 PM) RyanCarter: ::keeps moving, hearing explosions behind him... maybe he can get to some lower engineering decks... trying to remember where the armory might be...::
(11:21:33 PM) TKirr: :: moves from the station to the center, helping Blackthorne up and trying not to appear too concerned about his shoulder as she does so ::
(11:21:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Shields are buckling...again! If we don't get out of here soon, we'll be asking a lot of that damn ablative plating!
(11:21:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::He returns fire with the rear weapons array, but the Vor'cha's shields are up now, and holding.::
(11:22:00 PM) LtThors: Marines! Take cover!
(11:22:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets up with T'Kirr's help, having fallen in the puddle of Risan blood, his uniform has a nice orange stain down the front ::
(11:22:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Montrose> +Thors+ On the way, lieutentnant!
(11:22:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: reads the stats, mutters :: No desserts for awhile...
(11:22:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Status of the intruders?
(11:23:02 PM) TKirr: McGann> You, you, and you, cover that intersection. You, that way. Set up a line, men. Keep Medical at all costs.
(11:23:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Shes got some serious internal damage here, most of her major organs are partially damaged.
(11:23:18 PM) LtSyvek: :: puts down his rifle and slumps to the floor, running on adrenaline ::
(11:23:31 PM) TKirr: :: eyes track down the stain, feeling suddenly sick ::
(11:23:34 PM) RyanCarter: ::scurrying along the JTs... comes across a female engineer hiding in a small alcove, she takes a swing at him with her toolcase:: Ow!!
(11:23:47 PM) EngKlingons: ::As marines beam onto the upper stories, a furious hand to hand exhange results, as they try to keep the long ranged fighters firing. Meanwhile, back on the lower story, warriors hurl themselves right into the crossfire, hoping to die well. One in particular seems to have the right idea, diving at the marine position with an armed grenade in either hand.::
(11:23:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets back to the helm console, and deftly programs in some more evasives, even with one hand ::
(11:24:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: applies a pressure pad, trying to get Percy's stats to improve ::
(11:24:16 PM) RyanCarter: Woman> Oh my god! I'm sorry sir! I thought you might be one of them! Whoever they are... Who are they??
(11:24:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Checks:: Sickbay secure, thank God. Engineering...fuck, still anybody's guess. That seemed to be their main priority target.
(11:24:35 PM) TKirr: :: turns and looks at what internal data there is ::
(11:24:37 PM) LtThors: :: scavenges dead klingons and starts returning grenades ::
(11:24:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do we have transporters?
(11:25:02 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::grabs his head:: Jesus Christ. ::wincing in pain::
(11:25:09 PM) Rubix: :: Summoning up some robot courage, Rubix rolls quietly up behind a couple of Klingon ankles, and employs one of her more fun add-ons: A tazer! She rolls by as many Klingon ankles as she can, zapping as she goes!::
(11:25:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Oh god so cute. )
(11:25:32 PM) EngKlingons: ::The Klingon kamikaze, dying from phaser wounds to the front and disruptor wounds to the back, smiles up at Thors as the grenades in his hand count down. Time to see how fast he can run.::
(11:25:34 PM) LtThors: :: starts throwing grenades onto upper decks to takes out fire from above ::
(11:25:57 PM) LtThors: :: dives behind bodies ::
(11:25:59 PM) LtSyvek: :: just leans against the wall, trying to recover his breath ::
(11:26:01 PM) Percy: :: The pressure pad seems to improve things somewhat, as Percy begins to be less tachy, and at least the external bloodflow is lessened::
(11:26:03 PM) RyanCarter: ::gets up after a moment, still seeing stars::
(11:26:21 PM) LtThors: :: using them as a shield ::
(11:26:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: dodging and weaving with his good hand as they get out of the weapons range of the slower Vor'cha ::
(11:26:53 PM) EngKlingons: ::More bodies fly overhead, as some of the heat and pressure wave reach Thors even behind his makeshift cover.::
(11:27:22 PM) DrNolan: :: hurries between Harper and Busard as yet more injured enter Sickbay ::
(11:27:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes sure Percy has a BGI and PIU hooked up, hypo's her up with heavy-duty antibiotics ::
(11:27:49 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Transporters? Yes, sir. But I doubt we'll be able to get all the Klingons out that way. The place is shot up so bad even the internal sensors are spotty.
(11:27:58 PM) RyanCarter: Woman> ::extends her hand:: Ensign Cat Meyers. Sorry, about your head. ::smiles, but more of a wince::
(11:28:34 PM) TKirr: Agreed. I'm reading blackouts all over the grid.
(11:28:36 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> We're being attacked by Klingons.
(11:28:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Damn!
(11:29:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Lock out command codes from engineering.
(11:29:07 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> I was working in the Jefferies Tubes when I heard an explosion.
(11:29:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks the bioscan read out, takes samples of the injured organs, hands them to a harried assistant :: Run these to the lab and have them start the regeneration process, and I mean RUN!
(11:29:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Done.
(11:29:40 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Assistant> :: Runs! ::
(11:29:43 PM) CdrHarper: :: gasps for air ::
(11:29:47 PM) TKirr: We could transfer men from secured locations to Engineering.
(11:29:48 PM) RyanCarter: Meyer> And then fighting... so I... ::mumbles:: I just joined this ship, I don't want to die!
(11:30:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Science Two just explodes on the bridge, from all the shots it took.
(11:30:22 PM) TKirr: :: covers her head ::
(11:30:28 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> :;waves his hand:: Yeah, yeah, I get it. This is like deja vu. You have a tricorder?
(11:30:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How are the other consoles?
(11:30:38 PM) LtThors: :: struggles to get back up, now bleeding from new places:: Flank and fire marines!! :: orders marines to start flanking/crossfire maneuvers ::
(11:30:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tries to get a status out of the HOps station ::
(11:31:02 PM) RyanCarter: Meyer> ::holding it:: Yeah I've been watching the local life signs on this. Nobody's out there right now.
(11:31:10 PM) TKirr: Science one is operational, but like I said, the sensor grid is damaged.
(11:31:13 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> Good...that's what I was going to do.
(11:31:44 PM) RyanCarter: Meyer> we still have control of the ship too. I think anyway.
(11:31:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes Percys stats are low but stable, hypos her to keep her out of pain :: You'll do fine Busard.
(11:31:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: her heart stops ::
(11:32:10 PM) EngKlingons: ::Even Rubix is not safe! An enraged warrior, seeing his fellows downed by some damn...child's toy, kicks him off the upper story with all his might, just as a marine is thrown off over the railing...aimed at Thors' head.::
(11:32:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (NOT RUBIX YOU BASTARDS!!!)
(11:32:22 PM) Rubix: (Her!)
(11:32:30 PM) DrNolan: :: hears the alarm :: Harper's coding!
(11:32:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: turns around at the wailing of Harpers bed :: Dammit! :: rushes over ::
(11:33:03 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm not certain the bridge is safe.
(11:33:05 PM) LtThors: :: dives for safety ::
(11:33:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Let's get to the battle bridge.
(11:33:20 PM) EngKlingons: (How far from engineering is Carter now, exactly?)
(11:33:24 PM) Rubix: :: Goes flying, damaged enough that she can't zap people anymore, but grabs onto Thors' shoulder to keep from smashing into the ground.::
(11:33:38 PM) Rubix: Whirr!
(11:33:40 PM) RyanCarter: (( he's somewhere in the JTs, lower engineering decks ))
(11:33:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Computer restrict all command codes to any station that may be operated by my voice alone, and lock to my voiceprint
(11:33:58 PM) DrNolan: Charged, ready!
(11:34:01 PM) RyanCarter: ::still reeling from getting slammed in the head with a toolcase::
(11:34:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: In the event of my death extend command code access to Commander T'Kirr and only Commander T'Kirr.
(11:34:06 PM) LtThors: :: starts grabbing klingon grenades from bodies ::
(11:34:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: snaps the cross-bar down over Harper :: Clear! :: presses the cardio stimulate button sequence ::
(11:34:21 PM) LtThors: :: tossing them to other marines ::
(11:34:23 PM) RyanCarter: Well... we can't stay here. Come on... we gotta keep moving.
(11:34:24 PM) CdrHarper: :: jumps, but no go ::
(11:34:33 PM) LtThors: Marines!!! off the top deck!!! NOW!!!
(11:34:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Computer> Command functions locked.
(11:34:48 PM) TKirr: :: swallows at what she hears, attempting to concentrate on getting the console to function how she wants it to ::
(11:34:51 PM) LtThors: :: orders others to begin throwing to the top deck ::
(11:35:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Lock down the bridge, secure all statiosn!
(11:35:05 PM) RyanCarter: Meyer> Alright. where too? ::enters a nearby JT and starts to crawl::
(11:35:16 PM) DrNolan: Ready!
(11:35:27 PM) EngKlingons: ::By now, though the Klingons fight on valiantly, it's becoming clear they just don't have enough men. But they won't simply be drowned in a flood of marines. On the lower level, 8 Klingons come charging across the deck at Thor's position, bat'leth's swinging, as another 6, supreme on the upper story for the moment, cover them with disruptor fire.::
(11:35:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sets helm back on course to the Omega epicenter, having left the Vor'cha in their dust ::
(11:35:43 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::behind her:: How about sickbay?
(11:35:56 PM) TKirr: :: does so to Science and moves on to others ::
(11:35:57 PM) EngKlingons: ::The grenade throwers, sadly, make easy targets.:
(11:36:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: watches all Harpers stats decrease :: C'mon!!! :: hypos in heart stimulator and zaps her again :: Clear!
(11:36:07 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> ::moving nimbly::
(11:36:13 PM) CdrHarper: :: jumps, and her heart starts again ::
(11:36:25 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::following behind her::
(11:36:29 PM) CdrHarper: :: isn't breathing though ::
(11:36:41 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> We can really get to sickbay from here?
(11:37:06 PM) DrNolan: :: breathes and gets to work ::
(11:37:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: secures both forward stations :: Let's get out of here.
(11:37:19 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> Yeah. we'll have to get to the central vertical tube, and climb up. There should be one coming up ahead.
(11:37:58 PM) Rubix: :: And because sickbay just isn't hectic enough, Percy begins to bleed through her pressure pad, and her oxygen levels start decreasing.::
(11:38:05 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> I see it...
(11:38:06 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Clenches his teeth in anger as he grips his new Klingon sword tight.:: Not a good fucking start.
(11:38:07 PM) LtThors: :: pops of 2 grenades and drops them a few feet in front of the klingons then dives for it with rubix in tow ::
(11:38:25 PM) Rubix: (It's only because we love you , medics!)
(11:38:27 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::grabs her foot:: Hey, don't just stick your head out there... who knows what's waiting.
(11:38:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: starts the repository stimulator and sets oxygen level to 100% ::
(11:38:51 PM) CdrHarper: :: is stimulated to breathe again on the respirator ::
(11:38:57 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> :;startled but manages to keep her cool, glances back:: Okay. ::takes it slow and peers over the edge of the vertical shaft, glances up:: It's clear.
(11:39:04 PM) DrNolan: :: tends to Harper ::
(11:39:14 PM) LtSyvek: :: manages to stand, picks up his new gun, and moves toward the door ::
(11:39:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do we have enough sensor acuity to beam the three of us to the battle bridge?
(11:39:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hears the tones from Busards bed, heads that direction ::
(11:40:00 PM) EngKlingons: ::The grenades kill the charge, but not before a final three marines are damn near cut in half. Engineering is secure, but the price of it is damn high.::
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(11:40:16 PM) TKirr: McGann> :: one of his marines, standing guard, nods to Syvek ::
(11:40:29 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> You might want to dump that toolcase, keep the tricorder ::climbs up the ladder behind her
(11:40:36 PM) Rubix: :: Blood-oxygen levels are reaching critical::
(11:40:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Aye, sir. We can manage that. And we'll find a few marines waiting for us. They can man some systems for us until we find...Christ, anyone who's supposed to be there.
(11:40:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grabs a new pressure pad and sets Percys oxygen level to 95% :: C'mon ladies
(11:41:01 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> sickbay is a designated safe area right?
(11:41:03 PM) LtSyvek: :: assumes a guard posting, looking ridiculous in his sickbay dressing gown and rifle ::
(11:41:09 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> Uh... maybe.
(11:41:12 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> Maybe?
(11:41:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do it.
(11:41:22 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> If its not why are we going there?
(11:41:26 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> First thing that popped to mind.
(11:41:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: makes his way to them, arm dangling uselessly at his side ::
(11:41:39 PM) DrNolan: :: looks over his shoulder at Carre at Busard ::
(11:41:42 PM) Percy: :: Improves slightly but is clearly suffering some internal bleeding.::
(11:41:52 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> that's where i went last time this happened. This seems to happen a lot with this ship.
(11:41:58 PM) Cubit: :: peering out from under the bio-bed sees Syvek's legs and wolf-whistles ::
(11:42:02 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> Really??
(11:42:04 PM) CdrHarper: :: is leaking on the tbale ::
(11:42:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Though all key locations are secured, there are still Klingons roaming the decks, and not one of them is surrendering.
(11:42:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Initiates a site to site transfer.::
(11:42:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> T'Kirr, McKnight, and Blackthorne appear on the battle bridge.
(11:42:38 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> I wanted adventure and action...but...killed by a Klingon?
(11:42:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks around at anyone who's there :: Stations.
(11:42:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ( Transport. Dammit.)
(11:42:51 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> Why did you go to sickbay last time?
(11:42:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Three minute warning!)
(11:43:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Assumes his station glumly:: Permission to speak freely, sir.
(11:43:14 PM) LtThors: :: bleeding badly from his stomach he begins checking for survivors ::
(11:43:15 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: hits up Percy with a Coagulation activator ::
(11:43:20 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> Uh... I don't know. I just did. I guess, because my friend was there.
(11:43:28 PM) TKirr: :: moves to a station on the battle bridge and mans it ::
(11:43:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: tosses the phaser into the center seat and takes HOps :: By all means.
(11:43:44 PM) LtThors: :: making sure the dead klingons are dead....::
(11:43:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: You should have let me blast the crap out of that ship the moment their shields went down. Looking back on it, I don't think I'd be feeling the least bit bad about it right now.
(11:44:00 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> ::gets into the Jefferies tube at the top of the vertical shaft and crawls in::
(11:44:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Now, we just got our asses kicked. And that, I DO feel pretty damn sore about.
(11:44:16 PM) Percy: :: It takes several minutes, but she manages to stabilize again. Stats are still reading very low, of course, but she's not getting any worse.::
(11:44:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I know, Doug, I know.
(11:44:29 PM) TKirr: :: sighs as she listens to the men argue, but doesn't turn ::
(11:44:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: doesn't even argue ::
(11:44:39 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> ::follows her:: Keep going down the hallway... you know... I think we might be getting closer to the battle bridge...
(11:45:00 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> +battle bridge+ Carter to battle bridge? Uh... respond?
(11:45:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: God...fucking Klingons. I never thought I'd be fighting fucking Klingons again.
(11:45:08 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: looks around at the utter chaos in Sickbay, hits the recall button again, hypos Kate with the Coagulation Activator as well ::
(11:45:11 PM) RyanCarter: Meyers> Oh my god! What if they're Klingons in there??
(11:45:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Leans forward in his chair, resting his face in his hands tiredly::
(11:45:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:22 PM) RyanCarter: Carter> :: shrugs ::
(11:45:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:27 PM) TKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:45:35 PM) RyanCarter: :: pauses ::
(11:45:37 PM) Percy: ::pauses::
(11:45:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Paused::
(11:45:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: GREAT job everyone! That was EPIC!
(11:45:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Not my night.)
(11:45:54 PM) LtThors: :: pauses ::
(11:46:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses, flops down in exhaustion on the floor ::
(11:46:15 PM) TKirr: (Correction, it most certainly was your night)
(11:46:50 PM) Percy: Woohoo! Go Team Severely Wounded! ::High fives the land of unconsciousness::
(11:46:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Well, thank you. Pretty chaotic, but I hope everyone had fun!)
(11:46:59 PM) CdrHarper: :: high-five! ::
(11:47:17 PM) CdrHarper: Thors can join us next week in severely wounded land.
(11:47:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *smacks both patients for not staying stable*
(11:47:34 PM) DrNolan: Right.. that'll help.
(11:47:38 PM) Percy: You know, adding injury to injury is not great.
(11:47:43 PM) Percy: :: flatlines::
(11:47:44 PM) Percy: :-P
(11:47:53 PM) LtThors: alcohol and sowing thread will do it
(11:48:01 PM) LtThors: sewing*
(11:48:05 PM) CdrHarper: :: dies ::
(11:48:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Next week, we get to count the bodies. That may not be quite as fun.
(11:48:24 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *makes notes for Thors eventual appearance in Sickbay*
(11:48:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And the second wave of wounded hits sickbay!
(11:48:38 PM) Percy: Hey, does that mean Sid is the CAG?
(11:48:40 PM) Percy: :-P
(11:48:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, it likely does.
(11:48:52 PM) DrNolan: Eh... they're all yours, Carre, bye!
(11:48:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: You'll have to fight the blue guy for it!
(11:48:55 PM) DrNolan left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:49:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Nuuu come back Nolan!
(11:49:43 PM) LtSyvek: :: stops defending sickbay ::
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(11:49:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Dont leave me with all these sick people! Ghaaa!
(11:49:55 PM) BridgeKlingons [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(11:49:57 PM) Rubix left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:49:59 PM) Puddington left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:50:01 PM) TKirr: OH NO
(11:50:07 PM) Percy: OH NOOOOO!
(11:50:08 PM) BridgeKlingons: RAWR!!! :: comes back to life, finds the bridge empty, dies :::
(11:50:10 PM) Percy: Hah. Suckers.
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(11:50:12 PM) TKirr: :: shoots the Klingon that started to get up ::
(11:50:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hahaha!
(11:50:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Damn Klingons! I demand one in Sickbay to torture!
(11:50:50 PM) Percy: Welp, sounds like a job for Rak'nar!
(11:50:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oooooo.
(11:51:04 PM) LtThors: There almost has to be one that's partially alive
(11:51:09 PM) TKirr: What kind of doctor are you, Carre.... :: shudder ::
(11:51:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Only mostly dead?
(11:51:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Effective!
(11:51:25 PM) LtThors: then you can heal their wounds to open them back up
(11:51:34 PM) LtThors: :O
(11:52:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: RAMPAGING KLINGONS OMFG
(11:53:14 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Percy you wont be eating any goodies for awhile. :(
(11:53:16 PM) Percy: O RLY?
(11:53:21 PM) Percy: OH NO!
(11:53:25 PM) CdrHarper: :: figures that must mean she gets goodies ::
(11:53:32 PM) TKirr: lol
(11:53:40 PM) Percy: ...Can I have Harper's bacon then?
(11:53:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah...Rak'nar's not going to like this.
(11:53:48 PM) CdrHarper: NOOOOOOO
(11:53:51 PM) Percy: Oh, also, Carter, you know what this means, right?
(11:53:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: The question is whether Blackthorne likes how this ends up.
(11:54:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't think he likes it.
(11:54:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Zuriyev> Well, you destroyed the Omega particles. And that's good. But now we're at war with the Klingons. And that's NOT so good.
(11:54:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: is so fired ::
(11:54:34 PM) Percy: It means you're in charge of Engineering now. :-P Have fun!
(11:54:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Y'all are messin up my new floors too!
(11:54:59 PM) RyanCarter: eh?
(11:55:04 PM) RyanCarter: I'm in charge of engineering?
(11:55:20 PM) RyanCarter: let the good times roll
(11:55:26 PM) Percy: Well, I COULD theoretically put Puddington in charge....
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(11:55:38 PM) TKirr: Erm, excuse me but, I don't recall new floors in Sickbay being in the budget. :: consults First Officer PADD ::
(11:55:50 PM) TKirr: :: squints suspiciously at Carre ::
(11:56:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *looks totally innocent*
(11:56:21 PM) Percy: Okay so that is actually a horrible horrible idea. So it's up to you!
(11:56:25 PM) CdrHarper: :: dreams of bacon in her near-death stupor ::
(11:56:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Also, it's really going to ruin the decor when the secret Klingon second wave shows up.
(11:56:46 PM) RyanCarter: horrible horrible idea... those are the best kind of ideas!
(11:56:48 PM) RyanCarter: :D
(11:56:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *check on her patients eating a bacon/donut wrap*
(11:56:56 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Just TRY focusing on your work when the GhostKlingons attack!
(11:57:03 PM) Percy: Well, yes, they are. But Puddington eats nerve gas sandwiches.
(11:57:14 PM) RyanCarter: hmm... .
(11:57:19 PM) CdrHarper: :: convulses, causing her leg to hit Carre, who drops the bacon wrap right into her mouth, instinctively chews ::
(11:57:33 PM) TKirr: rofl
(11:57:34 PM) RyanCarter: I don't think Carter's really met Puddington yet, sounds like it'll be interesting
(11:57:44 PM) EnsBlackthorne [Mibbit@] entered the room.
(11:57:44 PM) TKirr: You weirdo
(11:57:53 PM) TKirr: What.
(11:57:53 PM) EnsBlackthorne: Might as well get used to my new rank when Zuriyev finds out about this.
(11:57:58 PM) Percy: Heh, I bet you'd get along.
(11:58:05 PM) TKirr: haha
(11:58:19 PM) Percy: :: dreams of lots and lots of cheesecake, and not a single pound gained.::
(11:58:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *looks for a likely Ensign to clean up the mess in Sickbay*
(11:58:40 PM) EnsBlackthorne: :: cleans :: :(*
(11:58:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :D
(11:59:18 PM) TKirr: rofl
(11:59:21 PM) TKirr: You guys crack me up.
(11:59:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Alrighty I'm heading off to kill some people, see you next week.
(12:00:08 AM) TKirr: I'm off to... um... dunno.
(12:00:09 AM) ColDougMcKnight: Kay! Have fun!
(12:00:12 AM) TKirr: Sleep, I suspect.
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(12:00:19 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Laters!
(12:00:22 AM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(12:00:24 AM) Percy: I'm off to...get tasty treats, actually!
(12:00:25 AM) Percy: Mwahaha!
(12:00:26 AM) CdrHarper left the room.
(12:00:34 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm off to... finish work. :(
(12:00:42 AM) RyanCarter: I need to eat some dinner. I'll try and make it next week. :)
(12:00:44 AM) Percy: Aww. But at least you get paid?
(12:00:47 AM) RyanCarter: since I'll be quasi in charge
(12:01:26 AM) ColDougMcKnight: Yes, you will. Actually, talk to one of us after. You have some very specific patchup work to do.
(12:01:37 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, we have plans for you!
(12:02:00 AM) Percy: Hah! Not my problem right now! Mwahahah!
(12:02:03 AM) Percy: And with that, I depart.
(12:02:07 AM) Percy: Later guys!
(12:02:16 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Later Percy!
(12:02:17 AM) ColDougMcKnight: Later!
(12:02:20 AM) TKirr: Night =)
(12:02:21 AM) RyanCarter: later
(12:02:22 AM) LtThors: later
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