Conversation with #ussatlantis at 8/25/2009 9:53:17 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@betamatrix.ny.us.darkmyst.org (irc)

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(9:55:42 PM) JusstinCase [Mibbit@98.231.9.39518] entered the room.
(9:56:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Rob
(9:56:38 PM) JusstinCase: Hallo!
(9:57:33 PM) JusstinCase: Zombie.
(9:57:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: zombiezombie
(10:04:23 PM) Percy [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:04:33 PM) Percy: ZOMBIES ARGH!
(10:04:40 PM) Percy: Alternatively, ehehehe
(10:04:40 PM) JusstinCase: They're everywhere!
(10:04:48 PM) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@dm-30291.159.205.68.cfl.res.rr.com] entered the room.
(10:04:56 PM) Percy: See, it's funny, because my roommate is playing Left4Dead.
(10:05:00 PM) LtThors [Mibbit@dm-20682.hsd1.wv.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:05:05 PM) Percy: Hoy guys!
(10:05:11 PM) CdrTKirr: hello
(10:05:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey everyone that just came in :)
(10:05:31 PM) LtThors: Hey
(10:06:02 PM) CharitySuite [Mibbit@98.229.19.31649] entered the room.
(10:06:14 PM) CharitySuite: Allo
(10:06:21 PM) JusstinCase: Charity!
(10:06:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Charity
(10:07:21 PM) Percy: Hello!
(10:08:02 PM) CharitySuite: How's tricks?
(10:08:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Tricky.
(10:08:18 PM) JusstinCase: Trixie?
(10:08:25 PM) Percy: Trickolicious.
(10:08:33 PM) JusstinCase: You brought the waitress from that restaurant, sir?
(10:08:41 PM) CharitySuite: Trixie, Angel and ...?
(10:08:47 PM) JusstinCase: Bunny.
(10:08:55 PM) CharitySuite: Ah, yes. Bunny.
(10:08:56 PM) JusstinCase: Not that I would remember those sorts of things.
(10:09:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Her name Bubbles.
(10:09:50 PM) CharitySuite: Bunny was exceptionally ...
(10:09:53 PM) CharitySuite: Friendly.
(10:10:14 PM) JusstinCase: Yes.
(10:10:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:11:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening Colonel
(10:11:34 PM) CharitySuite: Hyea Mike
(10:11:40 PM) CharitySuite: Heya, even
(10:12:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Hey! Evening Admiral, Bernadette, et al.
(10:14:43 PM) CdrTKirr: Ahem. :: TWEEEEET :: Attention!
(10:14:49 PM) Percy: ::AA::
(10:14:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:14:53 PM) JusstinCase: ::AA::
(10:15:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: shakes his head at the noise, wondering if T'Kirr somehow found Commander Sullivan's Whistle of Death ::
(10:15:25 PM) CharitySuite: ::AA::
(10:15:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight the Atlantis finds herself in the middle of a battle with a K'tinga class battlecruiser and two B'rel class birds of prey. The Sharks are chasing the fleeing freighter test beds for the Omega detonations, facing a squadron of combat shuttles. Our Marines have infilitrated the bunker controlling the tests and are facing heavy opposition.
(10:16:06 PM) CdrTKirr: :: stashes the whistle, but not before it gives off a familiar, mischievous glint ::
(10:16:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:16:23 PM) CharitySuite: ?
(10:16:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Charity?
(10:16:36 PM) CharitySuite: Can we get donuts?
(10:16:41 PM) JusstinCase: Ooh!
(10:16:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: If we win.
(10:16:47 PM) CharitySuite: Cool.
(10:16:47 PM) JusstinCase: With chocolate?
(10:16:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes.
(10:17:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: If we lose we'll be lucky to get burnt targ leg. :-./
(10:17:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Anyway.
(10:17:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:17:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN sIM
(10:17:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:17:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sitting at helm, coming about to set up a torpedo attack on the K'tinga ::
(10:17:57 PM) JusstinCase: ::at the science station::
(10:18:01 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@74.84.154.27797] entered the room.
(10:18:03 PM) CharitySuite: :: still in the Cargo Bay medical setup area, just having gotten everyone strapped down::
(10:18:15 PM) CharitySuite: (wow, that looks wrong)
(10:18:18 PM) CdrTKirr: :: wishes she was glued faster to her chair for as many times as she's almost been thrown out of it ::
(10:18:26 PM) JusstinCase: [Feels wrong, too.]
(10:18:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (The IDF was fixed at the end of last sim!)
(10:18:36 PM) Percy: :: Sorta sitting up now in Sick Bay. And sucking on ice chips. Hooray!::
(10:19:01 PM) CdrHarper: :: also sitting up in sickbay, munching ice chips as she watches the Sharks fight on a display ::
(10:19:02 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight smiled a bit at his console, even as the ship rocks under disruptor fire, not one of any real happiness, but a bit of satisfaction.:: Okay! Our shields seem to be holding alright, as long as I transfer most of the energy in one direction. So sound off, let me know which part of the ship you're about to try exposing to their guns!
(10:19:17 PM) CdrTKirr: ( Past tense! )
(10:19:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm about to break port!
(10:19:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And dive. :: adjusts :
(10:19:48 PM) CdrTKirr: :: hangs on ::
(10:19:50 PM) EnsignFiasco [Mibbit@98.229.19.31649] entered the room.
(10:20:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (That means we're getting pounded on our starboard, right?)
(10:20:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (yep, and top)
(10:20:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Kay.)
(10:20:35 PM) CharitySuite: (Do we like it?)
(10:20:37 PM) SidRyan [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:20:49 PM) Percy: (Depends on who you ask)
(10:20:54 PM) JusstinCase: [Awkward.]
(10:21:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Pulling up hard to bring the main quantum launchers to bear!
(10:21:21 PM) JusstinCase: Oof!
(10:21:25 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight nods and gets the shields oriented properly in time. Even so, as a few Klingon aft photons slam into those shields, he tries not to think about whether it's an important console that explodes into a shower of sparks somewhere to his left.::
(10:21:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls up to attack the Klingons from below ::
(10:21:52 PM) CharitySuite: ::flips her hair out of her face and puts her hands on her hips:: Okay, enneyone who's gotta new injury, say 'Corndog' ...
(10:22:03 PM) CdrTKirr: :: attempts to keep up with incoming sensor readings on her mini screen, force of habit ::
(10:22:13 PM) CdrHarper: Sid, you have one on your six! :: talking to the display ::
(10:22:35 PM) JusstinCase: ::bumps his head on his console::
(10:22:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> Me. :(
(10:22:40 PM) CharitySuite: ::grabs her medbag and hurries to attend to the new injuries::
(10:22:41 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-36874.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:22:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Well hello there!)
(10:23:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And...bracing himself for the hard turn, he returns fire with their own grossly powerful torpedo complement. The K'tinga twists , managing to avoid a hull impact, but it weakens the shields, and so he starts pouring all the phasers have got onto the most vulnerable even semi-critical spot he can find.::
(10:23:16 PM) CharitySuite: (Damn, we still don't have fuses or circuit breakers on this damn ship?)
(10:23:30 PM) JusstinCase: Steve> ::complaining to Charity about a sprained toe:: Owww!
(10:23:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (That would fly in the face of more than 20 years of tradition!)
(10:23:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: When we pass above, I'll dive and twist back around.
(10:23:44 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (Sorry got distracted by zombies)
(10:23:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (And special effects budgets!)
(10:23:53 PM) SidRyan: :: Notes the fighter on her six just in time, pulling up and doing a space-backflip to land her behind the attacking ship before she opens a can of Bajoran-flavored Whoopass on them::
(10:24:02 PM) CharitySuite: ::turns:: Oh, hey, whatcher problem?
(10:24:11 PM) Chaka [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:24:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> Um, well, you see, it's rather delicate.
(10:24:49 PM) CharitySuite: Delicate?
(10:24:57 PM) CharitySuite: ::does a quick scan::
(10:25:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> Well, I fell rather hard and landed on... well, me bum. I think I have a fractured coccyx.
(10:25:38 PM) Chaka: ::Is engaged by several shuttles himself, dodging around several attempted tractor locks, finally managing to shoot clear of his particular group of enemies when a full power phaser strike destroys a Klingon shuttle's impulse engines, leaving it unable to pursue.::
(10:26:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: comes over the top of the dive and twists around, keeping the main torpedo launcher to bear :
(10:26:17 PM) CharitySuite: Yuh-huh, Ah kin see that. Took one hard in yer rear, huh?
(10:26:19 PM) Chaka: +Sharks+ Be careful! I think the stubborn bastards have finally figured out they can't hope to outfly us one on one! Looks like they're trying to corral us instead!
(10:26:27 PM) CharitySuite: (sorry, couldn't resist!)
(10:26:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> SHHHHH. That's a rather delicate matter, ma'am!
(10:27:22 PM) CdrHarper: Good move Crazy Horse... :: doesn't like what she's seeing ::
(10:27:28 PM) JusstinCase: [Oh, my.]
(10:28:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::McKnight swears softly as the Klingon pilot seems to find his rhythm, keeping the K'tinga stubbornly out of Atlantis' torpedo firing arc. And then...he finally gets that one good hit he'd been hoping for. A direct phaser strike is one too many for the refractive plating, and the Klingons' main cargo bay is badly breached.::
(10:28:27 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *raises an eyebrow at Charitys comment, returns to watching the screen with Harper*
(10:28:38 PM) CharitySuite: Fortunately fer y'all, we kin git yer tail back in workin' order right quick.
(10:28:55 PM) SidRyan: +Sharks+ Well, then I guess we'll just have to out think them too. Wherever you find an opening, duck out and get on their outside. And don't get shot!
(10:28:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> good to know.
(10:29:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I see that, I see it. :: comes back around hard :: Power to forward shields!
(10:29:27 PM) CdrTKirr: Well done, McKnight!
(10:29:30 PM) SidRyan: :: Heads for a break in the corral, spraying phaser fire and microtorps.::
(10:29:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And elsewhere, if people have forgotten, we left off last time with Ulic facing off against a Klingon bearing down on him with a bat'leth.
(10:29:59 PM) CharitySuite: It's jus' a lil' hairline fracture, but y'all better not be on th' receivin' end of enny ... er ... hard blows.
(10:30:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> And just what are you implying, doctor?
(10:30:26 PM) CharitySuite: ::doing the bone regeneration thingy::
(10:30:44 PM) CharitySuite: ::not looking up from her work:: Don't get kicked.
(10:30:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> Ah yes.
(10:31:14 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Power transferred, and we may need it. They're trying to come about to face us. But maybe we can kill them quick enough that it won't matter.
(10:31:15 PM) CdrHarper: :: chews on a fingernail :: C'mon...
(10:31:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hit `em where you hurt `em!
(10:31:33 PM) LtThors: :: waits for him to close in then shoots his knees out ::
(10:31:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: flies in a full straight on attack run ::
(10:31:55 PM) CharitySuite: There. You'll be sore fer a day er two, but y'all kin git back ta duty.
(10:32:00 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: whispers to Kate :: Dont you just hate those coccygodynia.
(10:32:23 PM) CdrHarper: :: blank stare at Roxy ::
(10:32:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: EnsCorndog> Thank you doctor!
(10:32:39 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Sir we need those reinforcements!!
(10:33:27 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> ::coughs:: I believe I said, "Owww!"
(10:33:46 PM) EnsignFiasco: ::turns:: Oh, Ah'm sorry ... kin Ah help y'all?
(10:33:53 PM) EnsignFiasco: (oops)
(10:33:59 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Thors+ Working on it! Now stop talking, and watch your ass, marine!
(10:33:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Fiasco's southern!)
(10:34:01 PM) JusstinCase: [Aah! No! No help from that!]
(10:34:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: moves over and checks Percy's stats, things are looking well, starts a full scan, checking for healing progress and leakage ::
(10:34:31 PM) CharitySuite: ::clears her throat and tries again:: Kin Ah help ya, cutie?
(10:35:09 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> It's my toe. I think I sprained it.
(10:35:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And just then, A Klingon gets a clear line of sight, and takes a shot at Ulic's chest with his disruptor. Because that's what you get for ducking one on one duels.
(10:35:15 PM) LtThors: ::over the wet sound of a cudgle being beaten against flesh and gun fire:: +McKnight+ ETA on those reinforcements!?!
(10:35:21 PM) CharitySuite: ::blinks a few times::
(10:35:44 PM) CharitySuite: Yer toe?
(10:35:53 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> Yes. I think it's serious.
(10:36:28 PM) CharitySuite: :: sighs and gets her medscanner::
(10:37:03 PM) CharitySuite: A shipful o' serious injuries, and y'all think yer *toe* ranks up there?
(10:37:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::As the K'tinga charges straight for Atlantis, it's raked with phaser fire, and just as asked, McKnight gets at least one good phaser hit landed INSIDE the exposed shuttlebay. The devastation is immediately obvious, as the beam tears a hole while exiting from the other side of the ship. But the K'tinga keeps coming, weapons blasting away.
(10:37:11 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> Am I going to live?
(10:37:43 PM) CharitySuite: Well, as Ah see it, y'all gots a couple o' options.
(10:37:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I've gotta break off, pulling up!
(10:38:12 PM) CharitySuite: Y'all kin git back ta work an' stop goldbrickin', or Ah kin cut yer toe off at th' knee.
(10:38:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Noted.
(10:38:28 PM) gsong [gsong@dm-19402.hsd1.ca.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:38:35 PM) Percy: :: Looks up at Carre:: So, how long until I get to eat actual food?
(10:38:36 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> ::eyes widen:: Y--yes, ma'am.
(10:38:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pulls up hard :: Aft torpedos!
(10:38:47 PM) CdrHarper: Yeah! Food!
(10:38:51 PM) CharitySuite: Which will it be?
(10:39:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins :: Hungry? We have jello you know.
(10:39:03 PM) CharitySuite: (Hey Glink)
(10:39:07 PM) gsong is now known as RyanCarter
(10:39:07 PM) JusstinCase: Ens. Steve> I'll be going ...
(10:39:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Glenn!)
(10:39:14 PM) RyanCarter: (what's up dog)
(10:39:18 PM) CdrHarper: That isn't food.
(10:39:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And with that warning, McKnight drops shields facing the asteroid. It enables the Bird of Prey to get off a clean volley at the unshielded hull, but fortunately, the ablative armor holds admirably. And it enables a second group of reinforcements to beam over to the bunker complex.::
(10:39:30 PM) Percy: :: Quirks an eyebrow:: Jello you say? Tell me more of this jello. Is it blue?
(10:39:40 PM) CdrHarper: :: chews another fingernail as she turns back to the scanner ::
(10:40:04 PM) CharitySuite: ::grumbles as she washes her hands, muttering dark things regarding lazy ensigns::
(10:40:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Ulic+ Reinforcements should be arriving! Make them count, because I don't think we can spare many more without compromising our own defense against boarders!
(10:40:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: The blueberry is blue, lime is green, the murky brown is bacon flavored.
(10:40:36 PM) CharitySuite: (with real bacon bits!)
(10:40:36 PM) RyanCarter: ::is in engineering, doing engineering::
(10:40:40 PM) JusstinCase: ::bangs his head on a console again, during another set of battle-enduced turbulence::
(10:40:43 PM) JusstinCase: Oof!
(10:41:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: drops in from above right on the K'tinga's six ::
(10:41:27 PM) SidRyan: :: Once she's out, she and several others continue to unleash a barrage of fire on the nearest freighter::
(10:41:43 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Roger that. Beam them down so we can get in a good crossfire.
(10:41:56 PM) CdrHarper: Go Sid go.
(10:42:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: replicates a bowl of chicken noodle soup for Harper :: You can start on this, we'll see how it goes.
(10:42:21 PM) JusstinCase: Ohh ...
(10:42:31 PM) JusstinCase: ::to Fiasco:: Fisky ...
(10:42:38 PM) Chaka: ::And when next we see him, a microtorpedo from the Andorian manages to destroy another Klingon shuttle, and open a hole in the Klingon fighter screen.:: +Sharks+ Anyone near me and not already busy, form up on me, because I've finally got a line on the second freighter, and I'm going in hot!
(10:42:50 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: makes a bowl for percy too :: You might as well have some of this too. Your scans looked good.
(10:42:56 PM) EnsignFiasco: Don't ... call me that.
(10:42:57 PM) CdrHarper: Good shot Chakra! :: perks up :: Oh soup!
(10:43:02 PM) CdrHarper: (Chaka)
(10:43:08 PM) LtThors: :: picks himself up off the floor and eyeballs the mess that is his chest :: Damn...that's gonna hurt as soon as I realize it...
(10:43:22 PM) JusstinCase: I'm headed to sick bay. I need you to relieve me.
(10:43:53 PM) EnsignFiasco: I knew it. I have to do all the work.
(10:44:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::And finally, the K'tinga can take no more. A pair of quantum torpedo hits severs the long neck of the battlecruiser, and the ship comes apart. But as if in one last act of defiance, the antimatter containment fails, exposing Atlantis to the catastrophic explosion that results at a less than safe range.::
(10:44:20 PM) JusstinCase: ::stumbles into the turbolift::
(10:44:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hang on!
(10:44:37 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: sighs:: My soul is weeping.
(10:44:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: steers into the shockwave ::
(10:45:05 PM) CdrTKirr: :: overhears Case and turns to look ::
(10:45:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And as Ulic's reinforcements arrive, they begin a disciplines pattern of formation advance against the depleted Klingons. Facing superior firepower, the Klingons begin to retreat, hoping to re-establish their defensive line at a better position.
(10:45:41 PM) JusstinCase: :: stumbles through sick bay's doors::
(10:45:48 PM) JusstinCase: Check, please ...
(10:46:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Clutches his console in a death grip.::
(10:46:10 PM) CdrTKirr: :: hangs on as the ship shudders from impact ::
(10:46:16 PM) CharitySuite: ::turns at the sound of the doors::
(10:46:24 PM) CharitySuite: Jusstin!
(10:46:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: C'mon baby just a little longer....
(10:46:46 PM) LtThors: :: Orders marines to use run and gun tactics to keep Klingons off guard but not close enough to engage in hand to hand ::
(10:47:07 PM) CdrHarper: :: totally unable to eat soup in this turbulence! ::
(10:47:13 PM) Chaka: ::Closes to weapons range with his freighter and opens fire with a pair of microtorpedoes, glad he managed to save a few for now.:: Target their impulse wash! Shields are a little weaker right there.
(10:47:15 PM) EnsignFiasco: :: slides into Jusstin's seat and carves a skull into the side of the control panel, just because he can::
(10:47:23 PM) JusstinCase: No, I ordered the salmon ...
(10:47:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Atlantis emerges on the other side of the shockwave!
(10:47:28 PM) SidRyan: :: Once she hears he
(10:48:23 PM) CharitySuite: Hoo baby, c'mon ovah heah ... that there goose egg on yer forehead looks 'bout ready ta burst.
(10:48:28 PM) Chaka: ::McKnight quickly takes stock of their situation as they emerge.:: Hot damn! I think we may have blown a few power relays in there, but shields found their second wind! Holding...at all of 12%, but holding.
(10:48:40 PM) SidRyan: *he's got an attack pattern, Sid pulls away briefly only to regroup with him and begins firing anew::
(10:48:44 PM) JusstinCase: Well, okay, but the dessert had better be real cheesecake.
(10:48:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good work! Let's mop up those birds.
(10:48:52 PM) LtThors: :: Grabs a trauma patch to control the bleeding and to reasses the situation ::
(10:49:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: shakes her head, wondering how many more patients the crew can handle, does triage and quick fix's on the walking wounded, sending them back to duty if possible ::
(10:49:26 PM) CharitySuite: ::frowns and gets Jusstin up onto a bed:: How many fingers am Ah holdin' up?
(10:49:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: pats the console ::
(10:49:47 PM) Percy: Mmmm.....soup...:: munches carefully::
(10:49:47 PM) JusstinCase: $22.50, plus 20 percent.
(10:50:01 PM) Chaka: I can't find the one we blasted the wing off of. I think the bastard must have cloaked. But his brother's persistent enough. Just keep us moving enough to prevent ramming, and I'll handle the rest.
(10:50:12 PM) Chaka: (D'oh. That was McKnight.)
(10:50:22 PM) CdrTKirr: :: consulting her panel :: Mustangs are engaging both freighters.
(10:50:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Gotcha. :: starts an evasive pattern ::
(10:50:41 PM) CharitySuite: Oh, mah stars ... lie down heah. Easy ... slow.
(10:50:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Whats the score Kate?
(10:51:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: They should make short work of those freighters.
(10:51:11 PM) Chaka: ::But this is not. Chaka's freigher finally takes a hit to the hull, its shields momentarily pierced. And since weapons were targeting the engines, the freighter slows drastically. Meaning it's as good as dead.::
(10:51:34 PM) CdrHarper: Lost a plane in the dogfight, but the pilot managed to eject.
(10:51:54 PM) LtThors: :: orders marines up to keep klingons from forming a defensive line. Orders reinforcements to flank ::
(10:52:11 PM) SidRyan: :: Grins as she sees it slow:: +Sharks+ Nice job, Chaka. Now lets take this bitch down.
(10:52:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How soon until the Marines secure the bunker?
(10:52:31 PM) JusstinCase: I'll bet you say that to all the customers here. ::grins::
(10:52:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As for Ulic and his men, they begin to do well. The one on one preference for Klingon fighting fares poorly against disciplined and trained formation room clearing. The going isn't easy, since the cloaked Bird of Prey beamed its troops over to reinforce the bunker, but they're nearing the lab.
(10:52:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Expect more incoming, clear out these people as fast as possible. Send non-criticals to the sub units for treatment.
(10:52:54 PM) CdrTKirr: :: feels useful only in monitoring everything through the sensors and decides to relay the score:: One freighter's engines are down.
(10:53:25 PM) CharitySuite: ::chuckles:: Er ... not exactly. This'll help with th' pain. S}hypo
(10:53:26 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ We're almost to the Lab sir!!
(10:53:43 PM) JusstinCase: Hehehe. Great service here!
(10:53:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: slurps some soup as she watches the battle ::
(10:53:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Thors+ Good work! Bust the place up, and drinks are on me!
(10:54:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: taps out notifiers to sub units to expect more incoming ::
(10:54:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: playing a game of dodge and weave with that annoyance of a bird of prey ::
(10:54:17 PM) CharitySuite: Lemme get a good lookit yer eyes ... lookit th' ceilin', sugah.
(10:54:55 PM) CharitySuite: ::pops up the scan readouts on the nifty panel over the bed::
(10:54:58 PM) JusstinCase: What's up there? ::looks:: Is it the cheese course?
(10:55:08 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Do you want any data brought back?
(10:55:12 PM) CharitySuite: How meny lights?
(10:55:39 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::The Bird of Prey doesn't last long once it's the only target. It's a bitch to hit when flying around randomly, but it needs to face front and approach in a straight line for an attack run, and that's predictable. Three attack runs are interrupted by three full power phaser strikes to the face.::
(10:55:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Omega data, sir?
(10:56:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, anything they can get from the computers.
(10:56:27 PM) JusstinCase: Um ... threeve?
(10:56:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Thors+ Affirmative, Lieutenant.
(10:56:43 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Roger that.
(10:57:12 PM) LtThors: ::Orders marines to secure area and begins retrieving data ::
(10:57:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Going up against a heavyweight.... :: watching the bird of prey ::
(10:57:23 PM) CharitySuite: Hmm. nasty bump y'all got there. An' a dandy lil' crack in yer skull. What was ya doin'?
(10:57:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::The Bird of Prey takea a good hit on the third try, and begins to lose power. After that, two quantum torpedo hits are more than enough to blast it to smithereens.::
(10:57:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: takes
(10:57:32 PM) LtThors: :: Orders explosives to be prepped ::
(10:57:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Knockout.
(10:57:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'll be honest, sir. Part of me was almost rooting for the little guy.
(10:58:10 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Better not have been a big part of you.
(10:58:18 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Sir Data retrieved. Beam us up.
(10:58:44 PM) JusstinCase: This sure beats the heck out of the science station on the bridge. All that gets you is a big bump on the head, and they never get your sandwich order right.
(10:59:35 PM) Chaka: Chaka> ::Cheers as his freighter goes up with a blast.:: That's what you get for failing to kill me when I was out of my cockpit, you Klingon bastards!
(11:00:07 PM) JusstinCase: ::grins lazily::
(11:00:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Ulic+ Stand by. We're securing the area, but should be able to retrieve you momentarily. Inform me when your men are prepared to destroy the lab.
(11:00:36 PM) CdrTKirr: One freighter, down!
(11:00:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm closing on the other one.
(11:01:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Doug, take it out, let's give the Sharks a hadn.
(11:01:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: *hand
(11:01:10 PM) CharitySuite: :: smiles down at him:: Ah'll git ya a big ol' sandwich once we're outta this here mess, Jusstin.
(11:01:41 PM) CdrTKirr: :: squints curiously at her screen :: Something's affecting the bunker's power levels dramatically... :: her eyes go wide as she realizes and looks up :: Ian! They're synthesizing Omega!
(11:01:42 PM) SidRyan: :: Laughs near maniacally as she transfers her fire to the other freighter, leaving enough space for Atlantis to take a shot if they so choose.::
(11:01:45 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Explosives in place sir.
(11:02:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks back at her, then to McKnight :: Beam your men up and blow that place. NOW.
(11:02:24 PM) CharitySuite: Did th' medicayshun help at all? How bad's yer pain?
(11:02:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Torpedoes locked, sir.
(11:02:35 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: fixes up a compound leg fracture :: Crewman, you can return to duty but you'll have to find something to do that keeps you off that leg. :: makes notes on PADD and attaches them to the crewmans file ::
(11:02:45 PM) JusstinCase: ::blinking:: Can't feel much of anything right now.
(11:03:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Thors+ Stand by for transport. We'll signal the explosives remotely.
(11:03:34 PM) CdrHarper: :: cheers as the freighters come apart ::
(11:03:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Fire.
(11:03:43 PM) CharitySuite: Yay!
(11:03:48 PM) LtThors: +McKnight+ Ready when you are.
(11:03:56 PM) CharitySuite: Now lemme get this heah swellin' down.
(11:04:21 PM) LtThors: :: Orders marine to prep for beaming up ::
(11:05:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::The shields are dropped to let Ulic and his men aboard, even as a pair of quantum torpedoes and an accompanying phaser strike shatter the freighter's remaining shielding like glass. But it's not COMPLETELY dead yet, if, for instance, a fighter might enjoy the honor of the kill.
(11:05:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: How long, T'Kirr?
(11:06:09 PM) CharitySuite: ::chews her bottom lip and gets a dispersion unit to help reduce the fluid under the darkening bruise on his forehead::
(11:06:13 PM) SidRyan: :: Which she would! Noting the hull now seemed in poor shape, Sid took aim and fired:: Ahahaha! Take THAT!
(11:06:19 PM) SidRyan: :: And...KABLOOEY!::
(11:06:32 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Hearing the alarm beginning to form on the bridge, McKnight raises shields again as soon as the marines are aboard.::
(11:06:44 PM) CdrHarper: :: nods in satisfaction and pride at how her squad performed ::
(11:07:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: mutters about the shaking :: Next patient!
(11:07:53 PM) JusstinCase: I taste strawberries.
(11:07:55 PM) CharitySuite: ::carefully brushes his hair back:: This might take a few minnits.
(11:08:06 PM) CharitySuite: ::blinks::
(11:08:12 PM) CharitySuite: Oooookay.
(11:08:12 PM) CdrTKirr: It's difficult to determine exactly, but if I had to estimate, less than two minutes.
(11:08:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Blow the charges.
(11:09:30 PM) CharitySuite: Have ya seen Ryan lately?
(11:09:46 PM) JusstinCase: ... I think I saw four of him on my way here.
(11:10:03 PM) Percy: :: Nom nom noming causes the lips to look like hypothermia has set in! But it lies!::
(11:12:04 PM) CharitySuite: We should git together if'n we survive this battle. Mebbe go swimmin' at that beach bar program they gots.
(11:12:34 PM) CharitySuite: ::big grin:: An' get totally loaded.
(11:12:34 PM) JusstinCase: Yeah!
(11:12:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Sadly, there are no awesome fireworks to watch on Atlantis, given how deep down and shielded the bunker complex is. But as the explosion guts the facility, the powering down of the reaction chamber, as the reactor itself is reduced to twisted slag signals clearly that it's done.
(11:12:46 PM) JusstinCase: The restaurant there is pretty good.
(11:13:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks back at his bridge crew for confirmation :;
(11:13:28 PM) ColDougMcKnight: It's done, sir. The lab is rubble. No sign of anything resembling Omega synthesis.
(11:13:38 PM) CharitySuite: ::lifts the dispersion unit to check the progress, his goose egg is now about the size of a pigeon egg::
(11:13:43 PM) LtThors: :: heads to bridge ::
(11:13:45 PM) CdrTKirr: :: takes in a deep breath and lies back in her comfy seat ::
(11:13:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: We're done here then. Recall Mustangs.
(11:13:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: cleans up a bleeding head wound :: These always look worse than they are. :: closes up the skin and hypos for pain :: Try not to brush your hair to hard for the next day or two, if the head ache returns come back. :: Makes PADD notes ::
(11:14:08 PM) CdrHarper: :: finishes her soup ::
(11:14:16 PM) CdrTKirr: +Mustangs+ Atlantis to Mustangs, return to base. Good work, everyone.
(11:14:30 PM) CdrTKirr: (Sharks, I meant sharks)
(11:14:45 PM) JusstinCase: ::still blinking:: What did you give me, anyway?
(11:15:01 PM) LtThors: :: enters bridge ::
(11:15:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans back in the helm chair :: Get Engineering on the horn with a full damage report.
(11:15:23 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sits right back up and starts the arduous task of collecting a full damage report ::
(11:16:03 PM) SidRyan: +Atlantis+ Thank you sir. +Sharks+ Alright, you heard 'im boys. Let's go home. ::and zoom back to ship!::
(11:16:12 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Smiles at Thors as he enters the bridge...then his smile dies as he sees the disruptor blast on his chest.:: Christ, Lieutenant. I'm glad to see your armor held up, but I seriously hope you mean to have that looked at.
(11:16:28 PM) CdrTKirr: +Eng+ T'Kirr to Engineering, how's it look down there?
(11:16:33 PM) CharitySuite: Oh ... lil' o' this, lil' o' that.
(11:16:37 PM) CdrHarper: :: watches the planes fly home :: Good job, good job.
(11:16:41 PM) CharitySuite: Was it good fer you?
(11:16:56 PM) JusstinCase: Hehe. Yes! More, please?
(11:17:23 PM) CharitySuite: Whoah, buckaroo, not fer about an hour, minimum.
(11:17:24 PM) LtThors: Sir I believe this belongs to you ::deposits data drive into VAdm Blackthorne's hand ::
(11:17:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sends 4 of the patients waiting to holodeck for treatment, takes another head wound for suturing ::
(11:17:33 PM) JusstinCase: Oh.
(11:17:38 PM) JusstinCase: Well, um ...
(11:17:49 PM) JusstinCase: It's started to hurt again ...
(11:17:54 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks over at Ulic as he crosses the Bridge ::
(11:18:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you, Lieutenant. Now report to sickbay.
(11:18:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Last of the Sharks are parking themselves now, sir. Now, I say we get out of here and-
(11:18:25 PM) LtThors: Yes sir. :: heads to sick bay ::
(11:18:31 PM) Percy: :: Looks around:: So...did we win?
(11:18:38 PM) CdrHarper: We did!
(11:18:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks down at his console as an alarm sounds:: Sir! Detecting a massive tachyon surge, directly ahead!
(11:18:46 PM) JusstinCase: Yeah ...
(11:18:51 PM) CharitySuite: Really?
(11:19:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: spins around ::
(11:19:03 PM) JusstinCase: Um ... yes.
(11:19:07 PM) CharitySuite: ::folds her amrs and looks at him::
(11:19:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: All power to forward shields, standby weapons!
(11:19:20 PM) JusstinCase: It hurts ... uh, where did I get hit?
(11:19:26 PM) CdrTKirr: :: drops her reports and looks to the threat ::
(11:19:38 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs:: That's what Ah thought.
(11:19:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And right there, on the view screen, it becomes clear the Vor'cha has found them again, as it decloaks within optimal weapons range.
(11:19:58 PM) CharitySuite: (Oh, for Pete's sake)
(11:20:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: orders a head scan to check for debris, loads the patient up on a hover gurney and has an orderly take him away ::
(11:20:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Shields up, sir. But...they won't hold long enough, sir.
(11:20:12 PM) CharitySuite: (Didn't we kill them like twice?)
(11:20:15 PM) CdrHarper: Uh-oh. :: sees the big blob on the scanner :
(11:20:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Clears his throat.:: Weapons locked, sir.
(11:20:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: recalls hesistating to fire on them once, won't make that mistake again :: Fire.
(11:21:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (We damaged their engines and outran them, but they were still very much alive.)
(11:21:08 PM) CdrTKirr: :: swallows nervously, looking from Atlantis' current specs and the Vor'cha's ::
(11:21:27 PM) Percy: I am glad that we won.
(11:21:29 PM) CharitySuite: (Well, kill them already! They're like cockroaches!)
(11:21:32 PM) Percy: :: nom nom nom::
(11:21:43 PM) Percy: Wait, what?
(11:21:44 PM) CdrHarper: We might not have won...
(11:22:24 PM) CharitySuite: Let's try sittin' you up. SLowly.
(11:22:38 PM) LtThors: :: walks into sick bay and takes off shirt :: hey doc i got kinda have a problem.
(11:22:45 PM) Percy: Oh goddamnit. Why don't they just die?
(11:22:57 PM) JusstinCase: ::winces a bit, but starts to go upright::
(11:22:58 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: eyes Thors :: I'll say you do.
(11:23:00 PM) CharitySuite: ::automatically looks up as a man bares his chest::
(11:23:09 PM) LtThors: :: points to truama patch thats keeping him from bleeding to death ::
(11:23:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Wait, sir. We're getting a hail. I...kinda suggest we answer it, since the alternative means we're so much slag within minutes. They're fresh as a daisy compared to us.
(11:23:39 PM) JusstinCase: Hey, where is my tunic?
(11:23:48 PM) CharitySuite: (Hahahaaa!)
(11:23:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stands :: They wanna talk?
(11:24:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: moves Thors over to a bio bed :: Might as well get comfy, you're going to be here awhile.
(11:24:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: On screen. :: turns to face the viewer ::
(11:24:31 PM) CdrTKirr: :: doesn't stand, but sits up straighter and lifts her chin to the viewscreen ::
(11:24:31 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyeing the viewer, seeing the standoff ::
(11:24:45 PM) LtThors: Is there an express lane or procedure??
(11:24:52 PM) CharitySuite: Howzzat feel? ::watching his eyes::
(11:25:07 PM) JusstinCase: It feels fine.
(11:25:10 PM) JusstinCase: I think.
(11:25:19 PM) CharitySuite: Dizzy?
(11:25:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: snags a pressure pad and starts a bio scan :: You got moved to the front of the line. Lay down.
(11:25:54 PM) LtThors: :: looks at screen :: They may need me sooner than later.
(11:26:04 PM) Percy: :: Looks over at Thors, remembering him from Security, then glues her eyes to the screen. Not literally of course.::
(11:26:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> The screen suddenly changes from the ominious view of a giant glowing photon launcher to the glowering face of Commander Kargh.
(11:26:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Commander, good to see you again.
(11:26:45 PM) JusstinCase: A little.
(11:27:16 PM) CharitySuite: Hrm. Yer a lil' pale, which is odd fer you.
(11:27:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: folds his arms over his chest ::
(11:27:32 PM) CdrHarper: :: whispering :: Go away... go away...
(11:27:37 PM) CdrHarper: :: chews a nail :
(11:27:54 PM) CharitySuite: What happened to yer tan lines?
(11:28:19 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> I see we're alone here now. I suppose it would be in defiance of honorable conduct if I did not, however grudgingly, congratulate you on your strategem. You gave us the slip, and now all we can do is reduce your ship to atoms for this affront to the empire.
(11:28:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pulls off the trauma patch and immediately replaces it with the pressure pad :: Hmmm, looks like they got you good, you're still bleeding fairly rapidly.
(11:28:42 PM) JusstinCase: Did you take them when I came in the door?
(11:28:44 PM) CharitySuite: (I think we're alone now ... doesn't seem to be anyone arou-ound ...)
(11:28:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> I note from my screens that this is well within my power. Tell me, did my brothers fight well?
(11:30:01 PM) CharitySuite: ::chuckles a little:: No, Ah shore didn't.
(11:30:02 PM) LtThors: Skrap! inte igen. I'll be alright.
(11:30:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Your K'tinga class continues to amaze me with its sturdiness, despite its age - a fitting testament to the tenacity of its crew. If your intention were to destroy us though, you wouldn't have called just to ask me that.
(11:30:58 PM) CharitySuite: ::looks over her shoulder at the new patient:: You'll never hafta worry 'bout gettin' yer chest waxed again, that's fer shure ..
(11:30:59 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Thors, I dont think you'll be going anywhere anytime soon. :: hooks up some IVs to help hydrate, adds a unit of plasma :: You're bleeding internally and I'm rather suprised you're still walking around.
(11:31:27 PM) CharitySuite: Lie down again fer a minnit, Jusstin.
(11:31:58 PM) Percy: :: Growls slightly at the prospect of this dude hurting her ship.::
(11:32:27 PM) JusstinCase: ::lies down::
(11:32:31 PM) JusstinCase: ... Wait ... chest waxed?
(11:33:02 PM) LtThors: Old saying says our blood flows like icefields :: still watching screen ::
(11:33:03 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs:: Not you, don't worry
(11:33:54 PM) JusstinCase: ::rubs his head:: I must've been hit harder than I thought.
(11:33:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: getting some empathic indication of Kargh's intentions ::
(11:34:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> Admiral, you will note I chose the very moment your fighters were recalled to reveal myself. There is a reason for that, and for why my weapons remain armed. I have not decided against your deaths, and it may yet carry with it my sole satisfaction this day. Tell me then, can you give me a single good reason why I should not allow my weapons officer
(11:34:48 PM) ColDougMcKnight: the permission he craves, now that you have seen fit to toss this alliance out the airlock for the gain of one experiment stopped that we shall simply begin again elsewhere?
(11:34:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks the scan results, blinks, runs the scan again :: I'm pretty sure there was a problem with that last scan. Try not to move Thors.
(11:35:19 PM) CharitySuite: Lemme run th' bone regen thingie again, Ah ain't happy with th' result of th' first time. ::reaches up over his head for the unit::
(11:35:47 PM) CharitySuite: Okay, hol' still fer a sec.
(11:36:35 PM) CharitySuite: S}whirscantweedle
(11:36:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: thrusts his arms down to his side and speaks forcefully :: Because as a fellow warrior, I know you would prefer honorable combat, and given the events of today, you'd rather wait to see if that chance comes up in the near future.
(11:39:13 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes riveted to the nose to nose standoff ::
(11:39:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> ::Sneers:: On top of everything else, do not insult me by suggesting fellowship. You are no warrior. You know how to take life well enough, but your blood does not sing with it. You are an empty uniform, and you have seen to it that hundreds of our best have died for nothing! Seen to it that hundreds of yours died without ever even knowing why!
(11:40:39 PM) Percy: :: Frowns:: This channel totally sucks.
(11:40:51 PM) Percy: :: Sucks up some Jello:
(11:40:58 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Kargh> ...and it is for that reason I bid you go on your way. Enough have died pointlessly today, and in the war you have ushered into being, many more shall follow. Enough of it, for one day. Now please, just get out of my sight. I have survivors to look for.
(11:41:26 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And with that, the channel goes dead.
(11:41:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: This from a man who would not even consider my offer to find another way to accomplish the Empire's goals without the use of Omega. You could have prevented this.
(11:41:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Oh you action sniper you.)
(11:42:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: stares at the screen, his pride offended ::
(11:42:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (You won, but you don't get a speech. This is the essence of compromise!)
(11:42:16 PM) CdrTKirr: (At least we know what you would've said to Mr. Ugly)
(11:42:31 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: Checks the scan again. Pulls back the pressure pad, inserts the end of the aterio-regenerator. :: Well, once we fill you back up with blood and get your pressure back up, you'll be good to go, maybe tomorrow. You had a pinhole in one of your arteries making you bleed like that a micrometer larger and you wouldnt have made it.
(11:42:47 PM) CdrTKirr: :: sits, assimilating ::
(11:42:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down at helm and sets a course for the quickest way out of the area of destroyed subspace ::
(11:43:08 PM) Percy: Hehehe, ten bucks says Blackthorne's up there with a big frowny face 'cuz he didn't get the last word. ::Is totally high on drugs right now, for the record.::
(11:43:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hauls it out of there at full impulse ::
(11:43:26 PM) CdrHarper: :: sigh of relief ::
(11:43:31 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Two minute warning!)
(11:43:39 PM) CdrTKirr: :: watches long range sensors, particularly the aft ones ::
(11:44:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Doing the same, but nods in relief.:: They're moving off. No pursuit.
(11:44:37 PM) CdrTKirr: (Oh wait, impulse... not long range =P )
(11:45:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I have a rather large report to write. T'Kirr, you have the bridge. I'll need a full damage and casualty report. Set a course for Starbase Vinland as soon as we can, warp six.
(11:45:04 PM) LtThors: :: whistles ::
(11:45:17 PM) CdrTKirr: :: nods, watching him go ::
(11:45:36 PM) CdrTKirr: :: shares a look with McKnight ::
(11:45:44 PM) CharitySuite: ::grins:: So, the Swede was swiss cheese inside?
(11:45:47 PM) LtThors: guess i'll measure before i see you next time...save you the trouble ::laughs::
(11:45:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: enters the flag office ::
(11:46:25 PM) LtThors: :: gasps :: Iceland not Sweden.
(11:46:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks back, but has nothing to say, so he just looks morosely back down at his panel.::
(11:46:53 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:46:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:46:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:46:57 PM) CharitySuite: ::laughs:: Ah'm sorry, it's all cold an' Icyland to me!
(11:47:04 PM) CharitySuite: :: pause::
(11:47:06 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:47:08 PM) LtThors: ::pasuse::
(11:47:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(11:47:13 PM) JusstinCase: :: pauses ::
(11:47:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: paused ::
(11:47:32 PM) SidRyan: ::pauses::
(11:48:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good work everyone, three front fights are confusing and that went well!
(11:49:02 PM) CdrTKirr: Accompanied by TLC in Sickbay. =P
(11:49:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Next sim will be set two days later, time to clear the no-warp area.
(11:49:35 PM) CharitySuite: No rest fer th' wicked
(11:49:48 PM) JusstinCase: Hey, no worse than a dinner session or two that I've seen. :-P
(11:50:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So we'll resume at warp six headed back to Vinland, after two days, should anyone be looking to write a log.
(11:50:19 PM) JusstinCase: Woo!
(11:50:34 PM) SidRyan: Hooray!
(11:50:46 PM) SidRyan: McKnight needs to read Percy The Princess Bride! :-P
(11:51:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: "As you wish!"
(11:51:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Will she keep interrupting like little Fred Savage did?
(11:51:26 PM) CharitySuite: Hey, there weren't no hanky-panky in SIckBay ... Thors waz th' only guy in there half nekkid.
(11:51:27 PM) SidRyan: That depends on how interesting the side effects of her pain killers are.
(11:51:28 PM) JusstinCase: I wish Columbo had punched him.
(11:51:39 PM) SidRyan: Hahaha
(11:51:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: SHADDUP KID IM TRYIN TA REEEEEED
(11:52:22 PM) SidRyan: And then he stuffs a grenade in Fred's mouth.
(11:52:29 PM) JusstinCase: Yeah!
(11:52:33 PM) SidRyan: "And if yer REAL quiet, I won't pull the pin."
(11:53:24 PM) CharitySuite: Nice
(11:53:55 PM) RyanCarter left the room (quit: Exit: ).
(11:54:23 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys see you next week, no zombies before sim!
(11:54:28 PM) gsong [gsong@dm-19402.hsd1.ca.comcast.net] entered the room.
(11:54:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: zombiezombiezombie
(11:54:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: zombiezombiezombie
(11:54:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hahaha....
(11:55:06 PM) JusstinCase: I think I will go to bed, now. I have a dentist appointment in the wee a.m. hours.
(11:55:06 PM) LtThors: what about zombie-cyborg-lumberjacks??
(11:55:13 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *waves*
(11:55:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:55:18 PM) LtThors: G'nite
(11:55:29 PM) CharitySuite: Sounds like fun, Rob. G'night!
(11:56:02 PM) SidRyan: How about MUTANT zombie-cyborg-lumberjacks??
(11:56:10 PM) JusstinCase: G'night, all!
(11:56:19 PM) LtThors: nite
(11:56:23 PM) CdrTKirr: Good night!
(11:56:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all who are leaving!
(11:56:27 PM) SidRyan: G'night.
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(11:56:58 PM) LtThors: actually I think I like mutant-zombie-cyborg-barbarians better
(11:57:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You forgot ninja.
(11:57:22 PM) LtThors: nah
(11:57:38 PM) LtThors: though cyborg-ninjas would be interesting
(11:57:50 PM) LtThors: vampire-cyborg-ninjas
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(11:58:29 PM) SidRyan: What about Vampire-cyborg-ninja-BEARS?
(11:58:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEARS!!!
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(11:58:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: GODLESS KILLNIG MACHINES
(11:58:40 PM) SidRyan: BEARS
(11:58:44 PM) LtThors: why not?
(11:59:09 PM) LtThors: I've got homework to finish. I'm outta here. Gnite
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(12:09:14 AM) ColDougMcKnight: I'd say good night if I wasn't still talking to two of you, and living with the third, but I WILL close this window. Ta ta.
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