Conversation with #ussatlantis at 1/12/2010 9:56:51 PM on VAdmBlackthorne@betamatrix.ny.us.darkmyst.org (irc)
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(9:59:00 PM) CdrTKirr [Mibbit@97.103.162.28150] entered the room.
(10:00:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:00:45 PM) LtKuari [Mibbit@97.103.162.28150] entered the room.
(10:02:06 PM) CdrTKirr: Hey
(10:02:20 PM) LtKuari: *hums a little tune*
(10:02:20 PM) CdrHarper [CdrHarper@74.84.154.27797] entered the room.
(10:08:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [Mibbit@dm-31754.tukw.qwest.net] entered the room.
(10:08:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:08:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hi folks!
(10:08:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: I like chocolate pie!
(10:09:00 PM) Percy [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:10:24 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Already heard from Kiley, she has a migraine.
(10:10:36 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Ouch.
(10:11:35 PM) Percy: I'm afraid I'm just coming out of one myself, so I might not be too active tonight. Besides, I didn't do as well as I'd hoped in my audition tonight.
(10:11:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Aw :(
(10:12:01 PM) CdrTKirr: I'm sorry. =/
(10:12:29 PM) Percy: Eh, it's okay. I still might get cast. I just know I could have done better, and that's kind of disappointing.
(10:13:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh, then let's have a fun sim to make up for it!
(10:13:54 PM) Percy: 'Kay!
(10:14:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Let's get going!
(10:14:45 PM) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(10:14:56 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:15:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: After following a distress call indicating a pirate attack, we sent the Sharks down on a SAR mission to a planet we couldn't scan due to atmospheric interference. A huge, powerful storm has since moved in, placing our birds in danger!
(10:15:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(10:15:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: ( *comforts Percy* You'll get it! I'm psychotic, I know these things. >.> )
(10:16:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (p.s. no, I'm not psychic)
(10:16:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then!
(10:16:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:16:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:16:44 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(10:17:01 PM) LtSyvek [Mibbit@74.84.154.27797] entered the room.
(10:17:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: staring worriedly at the viewscreen ::
(10:17:56 PM) CdrTKirr: :: monitors what she can see of the storm on sensors ::
(10:18:07 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Let's get out of here, the wreck has been located. Return to base!
(10:18:44 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::At tactical now, since why not. And yes, he's frowning.:: Sir, this is looking pretty grim. Hard to scan through this interference, so I'm scanning the interference itself.
(10:18:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Intense lightning strikes begin to happen in the area around Harper's flight group.
(10:19:15 PM) CdrTKirr: The storm's electrical activity is reaching dangerous intensity.
(10:19:28 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Try to raise Firefly again.
(10:19:57 PM) CdrTKirr: :: beeps Sharks ::
(10:20:01 PM) Percy: (::AA:: Sorry guys! :-P)
(10:20:02 PM) ColDougMcKnight: The Commander has a knack for understatement. The energy this stormfront is carrying around is beginning to compare not so crappily to our optimal phaser output.
(10:20:07 PM) CdrHarper: :: static ::
(10:20:59 PM) Chaka [Mibbit@dm-29322.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
(10:21:06 PM) Percy: Sid> +Sharks+ Sounds fine as hell to me, ma'am.
(10:21:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Sharks start to appear from the clouds, but not Harper's group....
(10:21:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: on her way back to Sickbay after ice cream with Kuari ::
(10:22:10 PM) CdrHarper: :: her Mustang gets struck by lightning, luckily the shields absorb it, but that doesn't stop her from swearing in Andorian ::
(10:22:30 PM) Chaka: ::Looks up at the angry blackening clouds, nevertheless made bright by the constant electrical activity:: +Sharks+ I'll happily die insisting I can correct for the wind...but I'm not sure how confident I am that I can correct for being hit by that lightning in flight.
(10:22:33 PM) CdrTKirr: :: peers at the scanners, then does a Vulcan double-take
(10:23:24 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks to the viewscreen at the fighters just above cloud cover :: Admiral, those aren't our Mustangs.
(10:23:29 PM) Chaka: +Sharks+ Well, never mind. Once you're done mining my beautiful native tongue for its swear words, what kind of odds do you give us of making it through, Firefly?
(10:23:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Yes they are
(10:23:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (We have more than just the ones we play)
(10:23:46 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Okay, this isn't going to work, it's too dangerous to make for orbit!
(10:23:58 PM) CdrTKirr: (Magic edit then. I thought you were pulling something cute!)
(10:24:47 PM) Percy: +Sharks+ Wow. This will be a first. Can't fly back...due to inclement weather.
(10:24:48 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Set down around the wreckage, as close as we can to each other. We'll wait it out on the ground.
(10:24:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: glares at the data processing door as she passes ::
(10:24:57 PM) Percy: (Imagine that was Sid)
(10:25:15 PM) CdrTKirr: :: tries Sharks again ::
(10:25:21 PM) CdrHarper: +Atlantis+ Atlantis, this is Firefly, I am declaring an emergency and making for a landing at the wreck coordinates we have noted. If you get this, send help!
(10:25:54 PM) CdrHarper: +Atlantis+ Chaka and Crazy Horse are in my area, I have no status on the rest of the squadron. Firefly out!
(10:25:56 PM) Percy: Sid> +Sharks+ ...We're getting paid extra for this, right? Or getting really cool boots or something.
(10:26:07 PM) Chaka: +Harper+ You sure that's a sharp maneuver, Firefly? If this sumbitch weather decides to hit the crash site hard, we'll be officially stuck.
(10:26:57 PM) CdrHarper: +Chaka+ Unless you think you can dodge lightning, Chaka, we're landing!
(10:27:48 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: enters Sickbay, sees everyone is diligently working, enters her office to clear up some reports ::
(10:28:49 PM) Chaka: ::Grumbles something, purely coincidently not unlike "Maybe I can, bitch." as he nevertheless falls in with the others and begins his descent.::
(10:28:56 PM) CdrTKirr: I have all Sharks accounted for except Harper's flight group. They're landing in the Fighter Bay now.
(10:29:11 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Snickers::
(10:29:26 PM) CdrTKirr: They report no knowledge of Harper's whereabouts. They lost contact in the storm.
(10:29:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: frowns ::
(10:29:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: If they found themselves on the other side of that storm, and they've got any sense, I'm guessing they're not coming. At least, not in the next few minutes.
(10:30:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I wouldn't try that mess either.
(10:30:34 PM) CdrHarper: :: maneuvers to the wreck site and puts the Boudica down as gingerly as possible, trying not to scratch it ::
(10:30:53 PM) Percy: Officer Indiana Jones> I totally would! And I'd kick ass at it!
(10:31:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Officer Henry Jones> Quiet, Junior.
(10:31:32 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks out the viewscreen on her computer :: Well that looks rather nasty out there.
(10:32:13 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ When you land, link your shields in together and we'll make a dome sheltering all three fighters.
(10:32:38 PM) Percy: Officer Indiana Jones> ::Sulks::
(10:33:35 PM) Chaka: +Sharks+ Circling the wagons, you got it.
(10:33:36 PM) CdrTKirr: It's difficult to say when this storm will pass. I can't get an accurate picture of the cloud cover deeper than a few kilometers.
(10:33:44 PM) Percy: Sid> +Sharks+ Acknowledged. ::Sets up her shields and lands, not quite as gingerly as Harper::
(10:34:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Any way we can boost the sensor output?
(10:35:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Ponders a moment.:: If this storm HAS an eye, and we can find it, I'll bet we could fly down through that. You know, send someone with a pile of pattern enhancers.
(10:35:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: A runabout, or the captain's yacht, may be a bit sturdier.
(10:36:28 PM) CdrTKirr: That's worth looking for. From here, a boost to sensors would merely broaden the area, but not the depth.
(10:38:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: opens her canopy and looks around ::
(10:38:26 PM) CdrTKirr: I suggest a flyover with Atlantis from a safe distance. Scanning from a dynamic angle would assist in locating an eye if there is one.
(10:39:03 PM) CdrHarper: We're capable of atmospheric flight, but the Colonel was talking phaser-intensity lightning.
(10:39:09 PM) CdrHarper: (DAMMIT)
(10:39:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We're capable of atmospheric flight, but the Colonel was talking phaser-intensity lightning.
(10:40:05 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I was, but I trust Commander T'Kirr to accurately gauge what constitutes a safe distance. In the meantime, I should get a team of my marines prepped.
(10:40:14 PM) CdrHarper: :: sees Sid's shields merge with hers ::
(10:40:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: If they have to do any looking around for the pilots on the ground, their new helmet optics will be perfect for it.
(10:41:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: eyes the viewer :: Let's do it. T'Kirr, take the helm.
(10:41:24 PM) Chaka: ::Completes the triangle, and opens his cockpit, getting out to sit on his wing.:: Well, at least we've got a show while we wait.
(10:41:44 PM) CdrTKirr: :: comes around Science and steps over to Helm ::
(10:41:51 PM) CdrHarper: :: points over at the wreckage :: We need to look for survivors!
(10:42:02 PM) CdrHarper: :: takes her phaser and tricorder out from behind the seat ::
(10:42:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: would fly it himself but dammit ::
(10:42:40 PM) Chaka: ::Grimaces:: And do what, precisely, if we find any? I'm not packing a med kit, and evac is gonna be a little tough.
(10:43:00 PM) CdrHarper: First aid and wait, is all we can do.
(10:43:06 PM) Percy: :: Opens her cockpit and sprawls herself over the nose of her ship...just in time to be told of survivors.:: Right, right, that whole mission thing. ::Grabs her Bajoran phaser and a tricorder.::
(10:43:13 PM) CdrTKirr: Dropping orbit. Maintaining altitude seventy-five kilometers above the highest points of electrical activity.
(10:43:17 PM) CdrHarper: Any sport in a storm, yes?
(10:43:18 PM) Percy: (^Still Sid)
(10:43:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods in approval ::
(10:43:55 PM) Percy: Sid> ...I don't think that's quite right.
(10:44:01 PM) Chaka: (Pretend Chaka just said "I'm no doctor". It's been pointed out that a first aid kit would sensibly be standard issue.)
(10:44:25 PM) CdrHarper: Add it to the list.
(10:44:39 PM) Percy: Sid> Done and done.
(10:45:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: checks her hair in the mirror ::
(10:45:23 PM) Chaka: ::Grabbing his phaser and a flashlight, he also reassuringly pats the Ushaan-tor stored in a chest holster as he brings up the rear.::
(10:45:26 PM) CdrTKirr: :: swoops Atlantis low, her main viewer looking forward, but she's paying attention to the storms... it's a BIG ship ::
(10:45:28 PM) CdrHarper: :: approaches a hull breach on the side of the downed ship :: Our shields don't go very far in.
(10:46:33 PM) Chaka: Let's hope these hypothetical survivors were nice enough to wait in those sections where they still have a roof then!
(10:46:39 PM) LtKuari: :: gets word marines are getting prepped ::
(10:46:49 PM) Percy: Sid> Or walls. That'd be nice too.
(10:47:00 PM) CdrHarper: :: activates the light on the tricorder and peers inside :: Hello?
(10:47:52 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets an ominous echo in reply ::
(10:48:37 PM) CdrTKirr: :: turns Atlantis about in a graceful arc, shifting the shadows across the Bridge ::
(10:48:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: watches the flyover with approval, lets up on the grip he unknowingly had on his chair arms ::
(10:49:08 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Letting Harper take point with the tricorder, she turns on the light on her tricorder and uses it as a flashlight to aid in her phaser aim...just in case.::
(10:49:12 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::In the security office, briefing the select marines. But he takes a moment to step aside and tap his comm badge.:: +Percy+ McKnight to engineering?
(10:49:32 PM) CdrHarper: :: proceeds ahead and gets to the edge of the shields, finding nothing ::
(10:50:18 PM) Chaka: ::Apparently, tricorders have flashlights. Pretend I said he's carrying that, then.:: Oh, come on. We're sitting ducks anyway down here. If we're dead, we're dead.
(10:50:42 PM) Chaka: ::And with that, admittedly checking his tricorder intermittently, he begins briskly walking further into the wreck.::
(10:51:01 PM) CdrHarper: Nobody dies until you share that bottle of booze.
(10:51:18 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (queues creepy music)
(10:51:52 PM) Chaka: Better settle in, then. You've got a long life ahead of you, Harper.
(10:52:00 PM) Percy: +McKnight+ Busard here.
(10:52:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (oh, I'm sorry, I should have called them FUTURElights!)
(10:52:17 PM) CdrHarper: That's fine with me. Here's the shield. We have to go farther.
(10:52:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Busard+ Are you monitoring the situation down on the planet?
(10:53:13 PM) Percy: +McKnight+ As best as I can with all the interference. It's pretty fuzzy though.
(10:54:10 PM) CdrHarper: :: interfaces with the Boudica's computer using the tricorder to lower the shield for a moment, steps past ::
(10:54:54 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Follows::
(10:55:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Percy+ Yeah, I know. That's why we're making preparations to send a team through with equioment to help our transporters cut through from the other side. We're looking for a safe place to attempt an insertion by runabout. You imagine the Allegheny is up to that without modification?
(10:55:28 PM) CdrHarper: ACTION> Wind gusts through the open hull, water blows in now and then, and lightning illuminates the whole wreck in ghostly flashes.
(10:55:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: categorizes the latest experiment results, mutters :: Girl you gotta get out more!
(10:56:10 PM) CdrHarper: (And did I mention the air is kinda thin?)
(10:56:39 PM) CdrHarper: Helllooooooo?!
(10:57:57 PM) CdrHarper: :: presses forward, light shining around all over the place ::
(10:58:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Nicely flown. Any good sensor data?
(10:59:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: turns to her squadmates :: I wonder if the atmospheric interference is affecting the tricorders too?
(11:01:21 PM) Chaka: You think so? Fine, then. I hate staring at this stupid little screen anyway.
(11:01:22 PM) Percy: +McKnight+ It should be. Still, that's a lot of fuzz coming up onto my screen.
(11:01:51 PM) CdrHarper: :: walks past a whole in the wall and speeds up as a gust of windblown rain hits her ::
(11:01:58 PM) Chaka: ::Puts his tricorder away, and substitutes it for one of those wrist mounted lights I remember them using sometimes on Voyager. Right wrist, so he's aiming and illuminating with the same motion.::
(11:01:59 PM) CdrHarper: (a hole too, sheesh)
(11:02:15 PM) CdrTKirr: :: releases Atlantis back to Auto and moves to Science to get a better look :: This area here appears to have a possibly cylindrical motion. Adjust orbit to these coordinates.
(11:02:24 PM) CdrTKirr: :: beep, beep ::
(11:02:55 PM) Chaka: ::Oh, and because Shelev isn't here anymore to rub it in our faces, Chaka also gets hit by a wall of frigid cold rain blowing in. He appears to find it bracing.::
(11:03:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (cook the andorian, freeze the vulcan, right, got it!)
(11:03:32 PM) CdrTKirr: (lol)
(11:04:06 PM) CdrHarper: ACTION> Just then a disruptor bolt illuminates the darkness, hitting a wall behind them, leaving the smell of ionized air behind ::
(11:05:25 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Immediately physically moves Harper as far away from the disruptor bolt as possible.::
(11:05:31 PM) CdrHarper: :: dives for the floor ::
(11:05:37 PM) CdrHarper: :: but is moved by Sid! ::
(11:05:58 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Chaka does not appear to find THAT bracing. He bolts for the, perhaps dubious cover of an open doorway.:: You know, Firefly, I think you may be on to something with the whole FUBARed tricorder thing.!
(11:06:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes that the scalitic bacteria have a keretin rich excrement, thinks to herself, "Eureka! I've discovered the cure for baldness, or would have if it hadnt been genetically cured ages ago." ::
(11:06:23 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Takes his best guess where the disruptor bolt came from, and fires off several phaser shots in that direction.::
(11:06:27 PM) CdrHarper: If that's english for "they don't work" then yes!
(11:06:41 PM) CdrTKirr: There. :: pulls up a series of surface-view images onto the viewscreen, which rotates like the eye of a hurricane ::
(11:06:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: There's our window.
(11:07:17 PM) CdrHarper: Cease fire!! We are here to help!
(11:07:23 PM) Percy: Sid> :: Calculates and fires a few shots, before calling out in a tone that reflected her days back in the Bajoran resistance:: Identify yourself!
(11:07:50 PM) CdrHarper: ACTION> A reply comes... in Orion.
(11:09:22 PM) Chaka: What did that asshole just say to us?
(11:09:26 PM) CdrHarper: :: listens ::
(11:09:54 PM) CdrHarper: It's not my best language, but something to the effect of, "Bullshit. Who are you!?"
(11:10:33 PM) CdrHarper: Oh, and by the way, that language was Orion.
(11:10:50 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Frowns:: Great.
(11:11:00 PM) CdrTKirr: (Pretty sure she at least got that first word right.)
(11:11:10 PM) CdrHarper: (Swear words are the first thing I learn.)
(11:11:41 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Calls out:: You know, if you can UNDERSTAND us, it's pretty shitty to answer in something not all of us know.
(11:11:46 PM) Percy: Sid> Just saying.
(11:12:17 PM) CdrHarper: :: thinks a moment and hollers in broken Orion :: "We're Starfleet officers answering a distress call from this ship. Did you attack it?"
(11:13:19 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets a response and chuckles :: They were sent to pillage the wreck and were left behind, for reasons they don't know. I'll bet they ran when Atlantis showed up.
(11:13:56 PM) CdrTKirr: Have you decided which vessel to send, Admiral?
(11:14:26 PM) Chaka: Well, we're all stuck down here now! So what do you say we put trying to kill each other on hold for now, and work on surviving this storm? You know, so we're all here to kill each other afterward?
(11:14:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Based on what I've seen, a runabout is the best bet.
(11:14:40 PM) CdrHarper: :: translates that as best she can ::
(11:14:54 PM) Chaka: ::And saying this, he's totally keeping aim. If one of them sticks his head out, it's getting blown off.::
(11:15:07 PM) CdrTKirr: Shall I alert the Colonel?
(11:15:23 PM) CdrHarper: :: listens to the reply :: They have wounded.
(11:15:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods ::
(11:15:58 PM) Chaka: They're about to have more if they don't put the guns away.
(11:16:45 PM) CdrHarper: ACTION> The ceiling groans and collapses between the two groups, showering the area with debris, dust, and water.
(11:17:06 PM) CdrTKirr: +McKnight+ T'Kirr to McKnight. We've located the eye, and it appears stable enough. I have a runabout being prepared in Shuttle Bay Two.
(11:18:22 PM) Chaka: ::Donning his helmet even then.:: +T'Kirr+ Acknowledged, Commander. I've got my team assembled, and we'll be ready to depart in five minutes.
(11:18:39 PM) Chaka: (One, I hate these smileys. Two, that was McKnight.)
(11:19:17 PM) CdrTKirr: ( A couple of us have modified with spaces =X )
(11:19:36 PM) CdrHarper: :: hurries away from the falling debris and ducks out a gash in the hull ::
(11:20:35 PM) CdrTKirr: :: continues to monitor the eye of the storm, running a prediction algorithm created by the Starfleet Weather Channel ::
(11:21:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: T'Kirr, you're flying this mission.
(11:21:49 PM) Chaka: :: Hurray, doorway! Chaka is able to duck behind it, and thus not expose himself too bad.:: So are you guys gonna toss those guns, or what? Or do we start tossing...grenades! Yeah, lots of grenades, which we're all carrying in abundance!
(11:21:51 PM) CdrTKirr: o.0
(11:22:15 PM) CdrTKirr: :: nods to Blackthorne and passes off her station ::
(11:22:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Take Doctor Carre in case they're hurt.
(11:22:28 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: replicates herself a nice strong latte and pulls up her copy of "Intergalactic Physicians Monthly" ::
(11:22:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Entering the turbolift with his team.:: +Percy+ Engineering, McKnight again. Need a favor.
(11:23:23 PM) CdrHarper: :: ducks back in the hull breach, it being apparent that the rest isn't going to come crashing down, and is now soaking wet ::
(11:23:33 PM) CdrTKirr: :: enters lift :: Deck Eighteen.
(11:23:40 PM) CdrTKirr: +Sickbay+ T'Kirr to Dr. Carre.
(11:23:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Be careful, Commander. :: shoots her a look as the doors close ::
(11:23:57 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Jumps out of the way of the debris when it falls, but still manages to be half-covered in dust, as is the way with Star Trek.::
(11:24:06 PM) CdrHarper: Indistinct words. They're hurt.
(11:24:07 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ Carre here.
(11:24:17 PM) Percy: +McKnight+ Yeah? What'll it be?
(11:24:36 PM) CdrHarper: :: eyes Sid, sees that she's OK and gestures behind her :: If you need a shower, go that way.
(11:24:43 PM) CdrTKirr: +Carre+ Doctor, I need you to join the Away Team in Shuttlebay Two immediately.
(11:25:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: +T'Kirr+ On my way, Carre out.
(11:25:20 PM) Percy: Sid> Nah, always wondered what life would be like as a...dirt monster. Besides, you never know. It might be magical healing dirt.
(11:25:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: leans back in his chair, with not much to do but worry ::
(11:25:28 PM) CdrTKirr: :: walks out onto Deck Eighteen to a commotion of activity ::
(11:25:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: + Percy+ We're hoping not to bring any more people than we have to back up the old fashioned way. Could you, or one of your people please meet us in Shuttlebay 2 with a few sets of pattern enhancers?
(11:25:37 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Lifts her phaser at the ready once more::
(11:26:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sighs :: Wouldnt ya just know it... :: grabs her emergency away kit and heads to SB2 ::
(11:26:10 PM) Percy: +McKnight+ Sure thing. I'll be down in a minute.
(11:26:29 PM) LtSyvek: :: in the turbolift with McKnight ::
(11:26:40 PM) CdrHarper: We have to get to them.
(11:27:08 PM) Percy: ::Goes about packing up three sets of pattern enhancers, then starts trucking them down in those sweet hovercarts::
(11:27:25 PM) Chaka: ::Growls his frustration, and holsters his phaser...just as a bolt of lighting dramatically shines off the blade he unsheathes before stepping to the front of the group.:: Okay, we can't just stand here with our thumbs up our asses. But I'm not getting suckered into close quarters and jumped. Cover me.
(11:27:41 PM) CdrHarper: Hang on, Stabby.
(11:28:22 PM) CdrHarper: :: yells in Orion :: We are coming to help you with medical supplies! DO. NOT. FIRE.
(11:28:31 PM) CdrTKirr: :: weaves around a tech loading pattern enhancers and checks startup on the runabout ::
(11:31:19 PM) CdrHarper: :: doesn't get a reply but can still hear the moaning ::
(11:31:51 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::As his team arrives, McKnight directs the three marines with him to secure themselves for a bumpy ride in the aft cabin. He, however, continues on into the cockpit, at which point he adjusts the tint of his transparent aluminum visor to actually transparent. It seems rude to talk to people who can't see your face.::
(11:32:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: enters SB2 realizes they're taking a shuttle and grabs one of the larger emergency packs to take along ::
(11:32:21 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'll bet the admiral's cursing the admiralty good just about now. Danger or no, you can't tell me he wouldn't love to try this run.
(11:32:34 PM) LtSyvek: :: sits in the back of the runabout, securing his rifle ::
(11:32:59 PM) CdrHarper: That's all we're gonna get. Let's go.
(11:33:19 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: curses the Admiralty under his breath ::
(11:33:36 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: well, the OTHER Admiralty ::
(11:33:50 PM) CdrTKirr: :: swivels in her seat at the runabout's helm and sees McKnight, thankfully now recognizable :: Indeed. All cargo loaded and secured. Just waiting for your go.
(11:33:53 PM) CdrHarper: :: moves forward across the downed ceiling, rain coming in the hole in the roof ::
(11:33:54 PM) Percy: Sid> ::Nods silently before taking point.::
(11:34:49 PM) CdrHarper: Looks like you're getting that shower after all, Crazy Horse.
(11:35:27 PM) Percy: Sid> Damn. Hygiene wins again, I guess.
(11:35:38 PM) Percy: :: Moves silently forward::
(11:35:40 PM) Chaka: ::Nods once, and taking a deep breath, steps around the corner, close in behind Sid with his ushann-tor down but at the ready.::
(11:35:54 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: enters the runabout and stows her packs in a cargo compartment, takes a seat and straps in, begins deep breathing ::
(11:36:14 PM) LtSyvek: Doctor? Are you alright?
(11:36:48 PM) CdrHarper: :: clears the downed ceiling and comes around a corner to find her phaser pointed at two Orion men trapped under debris ::
(11:36:51 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: opens her eyes and smiles a little too brightly :: Fine, I'm just fine.
(11:37:09 PM) LtSyvek: :: raises an eyebrow :: Indeed.
(11:38:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Nods.:: You have my go. Let's get our people back.
(11:38:20 PM) CdrHarper: :: keeps her phaser on them :: Secure any weapons they may have.
(11:38:32 PM) Percy: Sid> Yes ma'am.
(11:39:02 PM) CdrHarper: (I am getting a total Mass Effect vibe from this team, of course I may be playing too much of it in anticipation of the second game!)
(11:39:17 PM) Chaka: ::Figuring that doesn't take two, Chaka takes the opportunity to scan the room for other entrances. If one group of Orion was inclined to take a cheap shot, there might be others with the same thought.::
(11:39:33 PM) CdrHarper: :: asks in Orion :: Are there any more of you here?
(11:40:02 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: narrows her eyes at the tone, moves back to the cargo space and opens one of the medipacks, hypos herself closes it and returns to her seat ::
(11:40:06 PM) Percy: Sid> :: Moves forward warily, locating one disruptor immediately. The second she finds a foot away from one of the Orion's trapped arms, and after removing them both and any melee weapons she can see, she backs off.::
(11:40:10 PM) Percy: Sid> Clear.
(11:40:19 PM) CdrTKirr: :: closes the hatch and clears the shuttle bay, arcing towards the massive eye of the storm looming below ::
(11:40:26 PM) LtSyvek: :: just watches the doctor medicate herself ::
(11:40:40 PM) CdrHarper: :: notes that the runabout is away ::
(11:40:43 PM) CdrHarper: (DAMMIT)
(11:40:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notes that the runabout is away ::
(11:40:59 PM) Percy: :: Crap, and in that time, Percy had dropped off the enhancers. Because she did.::
(11:41:03 PM) CdrTKirr: (I'm like wait Harper's not at helm)
(11:41:09 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets an answer that there were four of them ::
(11:41:18 PM) CdrHarper: There may be two more.
(11:41:31 PM) Percy: (There are FOUR. ORIONS.)
(11:41:35 PM) CdrHarper: :: in Orion :: Where were they?
(11:41:45 PM) CdrHarper: (No that's lights, FOUR. LIGHTS.)
(11:42:00 PM) LtKuari: :: is in the Armory trying on pieces of a suit ::
(11:42:06 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: gives the vulcan a 'perks of the job' look ::
(11:42:08 PM) Percy: (But there are only three lights. 'Cuz of our tricorders.)
(11:42:25 PM) CdrHarper: Two apparently were lost in the collapse.
(11:42:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Five minutes!)
(11:43:03 PM) LtKuari: Fits nice now, but when I move like this... :: moves :: See?
(11:43:28 PM) CdrHarper: :: explains in Orion that we're going to try to free you, don't doing anything stupid ::
(11:43:47 PM) CdrTKirr: ( stupid orions )
(11:44:08 PM) CdrHarper: :: hopes she got that word right, "Free" and "Kill" are very similar in the Orion language ::
(11:45:03 PM) CdrHarper: Let's get them out of here. :: holsters her phaser ::
(11:45:24 PM) CdrTKirr: :: flies down, now halfway to the ground ::
(11:45:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:45:49 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:46:07 PM) LtKuari: :: wiggles the armor pieces off and pauses ::
(11:46:18 PM) Chaka: :: pauses ::
(11:46:21 PM) CdrHarper: :: pauses and drips ::
(11:46:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(11:46:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Pretty good sim, folks! Five people can sure put on a show.
(11:48:07 PM) CdrTKirr: That we can.
(11:49:25 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :D
(11:49:37 PM) Chaka: Yeah, it was fun.
(11:49:37 PM) Percy: Woohoo!
(11:50:18 PM) Chaka: And next week, I get to play around with Halo...I mean, this awesomely original hardware that I totally though up all by myself.
(11:50:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Where's the warthog? :V
(11:50:43 PM) CdrTKirr: Not part of the hardware, I hope.
(11:51:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well in Halo, the warthog is a jeep
(11:54:56 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Perhaps we three Sharks could do a log this week?
(11:55:09 PM) Chaka: Sure.
(11:56:43 PM) LtKuari left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(11:57:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm good with Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or even Sunday/Monday at work
(11:57:27 PM) LtSyvek left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(12:01:29 AM) CdrHarper left the room.
(12:01:32 AM) CdrTKirr left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(12:03:28 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night guys!
(12:03:41 AM) DrRoxanneCarre left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).
(12:05:10 AM) Percy: I might be able to help with the log, but it really depends. I've been exhausted after getting home from class lately, and I might have to just take a couple of me days on the weekend.
(12:09:27 AM) Percy left the room (quit: Exit: http://www.mibbit.com ajax IRC Client).