Conversation with #ussatlantis at 4/13/2011 9:53:38 PM on (irc)

(9:53:38 PM) The topic for #ussatlantis is: Tonight, we skip ahead a little, as the first scheduled group assembles in the ship's main gym for some command mandated close quarters combat instruction. Hope you all did your stretches.
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(9:54:27 PM) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(9:55:58 PM) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(9:58:20 PM) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(10:01:37 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(10:01:48 PM) CdrHarper: Hi Doc
(10:02:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Hellos
(10:06:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(10:06:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Hey, folks.
(10:06:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(10:10:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Percy will be along shortly, I understand.
(10:10:48 PM) mode (+o ColDougMcKnight) by VAdmBlackthorne
(10:12:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah, she's here. Bad news, however. Looks like the Geek Squad mixed up some discs or something.
(10:12:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I don't know the specifics, but basically, it means we're still on one computer, but it's not our fault. So...there's that.
(10:12:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Stupid geeks.
(10:13:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: R: It'll be there this week!
(10:14:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Ah well. New browser tab, at least?
(10:14:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah, will do.
(10:19:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Sorry, phone call over here. But Rachel will be along in a new tab when she's free. In the meantime, let me see if I can remember how to set a topic.
(10:19:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (/topic)
(10:20:16 PM) CdrHarper: :: finds an old whistle from a previous XO ::: TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!! Wow, that's loud.
(10:20:30 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(10:20:39 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(10:21:28 PM) Percy [] entered the room.
(10:21:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Welcome Percy!)
(10:21:45 PM) Percy: (Hello!)
(10:21:55 PM) Percy: (Sorry for the computer crap. Toopid Best buy)
(10:23:05 PM) CdrTKirr: (Heya)
(10:26:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight has changed the topic to: Tonight, Atlantis arrives to commence her primary mission. Our orders are to survey the Yenrai system, both for potential pirate activity and viable sites for a Starfleet base. The Sharks have been ordered on standby. Alert condition green...for now!
(10:27:49 PM) CdrHarper: :: wonders how long that'll last ::
(10:28:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (yaaar!)
(10:31:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Still getting used to the feel of the center seat anyway, McKnight takes the opportunity as they come out of warp to rise from said seat, and consider the view screen. :: Alright, the orders Zuriyev sent indicated that only one planet in this system is even in the viable population zone...thingie. Let's concentrate our efforts there for now.
(10:32:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'll want the Sharks ready to extend our efforts into the outer planets, though. Percy, have your people finished outfitting the Mustangs with the enhanced sensor packages?
(10:33:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (BEGIN SIM)
(10:33:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (BEGIN SIM)
(10:33:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (BEGIN SIM)
(10:33:22 PM) CdrHarper: :: at the helm :: Now entering the star's habitable zone. The planet is presently on the other side of the star.
(10:35:05 PM) Percy: :: Turns in her swoopdy chair at the engineering station.:: Yes, sir, as of 0800 today. :: She momentarily envies McKnight for his spot in the comfy chair, before reminding herself that she is an engineer, and as such could build an even BETTER chair. If..y'know, she wanted to.::
(10:35:11 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: in Sickbay checking eyepatches ::
(10:36:03 PM) CdrHarper: ( I want a swoopdy chair!)
(10:36:56 PM) Percy: (Does the helm seat not...swoopd?)
(10:37:31 PM) CdrHarper: (Not nearly enough!)
(10:37:45 PM) CdrHarper: :: sends out a notice to the Sharks to stand by ::
(10:38:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Nods :: Well done. Harper, set a course. And let the Sharks know to...uh, right.
(10:38:41 PM) CdrHarper: Aye, captain. :: turns Atlantis to catch the planet in its orbit ::
(10:38:55 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: presently enters the fighter bay and suits up ::
(10:39:39 PM) CdrHarper: Do you wish me to lead this flight?
(10:41:17 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (sorry phone)
(10:41:19 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Shakes his head. :: Sorry, need you here for now. Crazy Horse can handle it. But I'll tell you what. If we don't find anything here, odds of finding all quiet go way up. You can lead the foray out into the inner zone.
(10:41:57 PM) CdrHarper: Fair enough, sir.
(10:42:14 PM) CdrHarper: :: was kinda antsy to get out in the open black, it has been a while ::
(10:43:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: As soon as we reach the planet, assume a high orbit, and begin scans. Life signs first, refined alloys second.
(10:44:05 PM) CdrHarper: :: gracefully arcs Atlantis toward the planet and assumes such an orbit :: Orbit achieved.
(10:44:52 PM) Percy: Syd> :: Notes Asha's entrance with a standard military nod and grunt as she suits up, looking at her fighter.::
(10:45:29 PM) LtKuari: :: pulls her head side to side with her long neck, judging her target like a predatory bird ::
(10:46:34 PM) CdrHarper: :: Sends a note to Crazy Horse's fighter :: "You have the lead on this one. Good hunting!"
(10:47:11 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: catches Syd's nod and returns in easily before hefting her helmet and making her way to the Gallitep ::
(10:47:51 PM) Percy: :: Reads the latest operations report, and considers what she will have for lunch. Or dinner. Or whatever.::
(10:48:49 PM) Percy: Syd> :: After suiting up, reads the message in her fighter, and sends back.:: "Thanks, ma'am. Hope next time you can join us."
(10:50:51 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets the message and also hopes so ::
(10:50:54 PM) LtKuari: :: puts her meager weight to one side in a feint, then darts opposite, rushing through her opponent's defense and slashing its side in a swift pass ::
(10:51:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Has a leg up on the others for a change. He fell asleep in his flight suit. And as he climbs into his Mustang, he reflects that in space, no one can see your wrinkles. ::
(10:52:18 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: taps away at the Science console, taking in a cursory scan of the system ::
(10:53:01 PM) ColDougMcKnight: As soon as they report ready, order the launch. And let me know when we have our initial scan results.
(10:54:55 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: pulls her lips tight in impatience as Gallitep's console chirps its completed preflight :: +Sharks+ Spitfire, good to go, Boss.
(10:55:10 PM) CdrHarper: :: monitors their orbit, power consumption, etc, as she waits to hear from the Sharks :
(10:55:18 PM) CdrHarper: Ensign Logan, anything interesting on planetary scans yet?
(10:57:08 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> Chaka, always ready. But then, you should know that by now.
(10:57:33 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: shakes his head, if anyone's watching behind them :: No lifesigns, or evidence of anything easily identifiable of a past civilization.
(10:59:32 PM) LtKuari: :: regains her footing and turns, watching the holographic humanoid vanish :: Computer, reset character, level four.
(11:00:36 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: restlessly drums a beat along the durasteel frame of her cockpit ::
(11:01:48 PM) Percy: Syd> +Bridge+ Bridge this is CrazyHorse. We are prepped and ready for launch.
(11:02:10 PM) CdrHarper: +Syd+ Crazy Horse, you are clear for launch.
(11:03:20 PM) Percy: Syd> +Sharks+ All Sharks, launch is go. I repeat, begin launch sequence.
(11:03:43 PM) LtKuari: :: stretches her wings menacingly and beats both once in anticipation as the opponent reforms facing her, his stance much more aggressive than the previous ::
(11:03:47 PM) Percy: Syd> ::Begins her fighter's launch sequence::
(11:04:20 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: starts flipping switches, bouncing a little in her seat ::
(11:06:22 PM) Percy: Well, keep at it. And start working on a detailed analysis of the planet's mineral composition. If Starfleet wants to establish some kind of presence here, they'll probably want to know what they'll need to ship in.
(11:06:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (First goof of the night!)
(11:06:50 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Well, TAB goof of the night.)
(11:07:01 PM) LtKuari: :: ducks as the humanoid brandishes a wicked-looking blade, then snarls with bared teeth :: Try that again, I dare you!
(11:07:41 PM) CdrTKirr: (Ah, now I get it)
(11:08:12 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Guns it, shooting out of the assault bay as near behind Syd as he can and still be considered in formation. ::
(11:08:34 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: nods :: Aye, sir. :: gets to work ::
(11:08:42 PM) CdrHarper: Sharks are away, Captain.
(11:09:02 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: clears the bay and keeps up ::
(11:09:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Good. Instruct them to stay within comm range of us and each other, but otherwise they're to consider themselves open range Mustangs. Lot of ground to cover.
(11:10:42 PM) CdrHarper: +Crazy Horse+ Shark One, this is Firefly. Stay with in comm range of us and each other, but you are on your own out there, so work fast and efficiently.
(11:10:48 PM) LtKuari: :: sets her feet as the humanoid slashes lower and jumps forward, grasping his trailing slashing arm in her jaws and yanks him forward off balance ::
(11:12:44 PM) Percy: Syd> +Harper+ Yes Ma'am. We'll keep our eyes open.
(11:13:40 PM) LtKuari: :: grimaces and shuts her eyelids tightly as the hologram reaches for her large eye ::
(11:13:54 PM) CdrHarper: :: looks up at the viewscreen and watches them shoot away, somewhat wistfully ::
(11:14:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: sits down in an unobtrusive spot to quietly watch Kuari, after having blundered in to her holodeck workout, hoping she can pick up some knifing pointers to dazzle McKnight with at a later time ::
(11:14:56 PM) Percy: Syd> +Sharks+ We've got our orders. Stay close to each other and keep your eyes open.
(11:15:01 PM) CdrHarper: :: protectively configures a display to monitor the systems health of all Sharks that are away ::
(11:16:36 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> +Sharks+ Understood. :: scans her panels ::
(11:18:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Strokes his beard thoughtfully. :: Harper, bring up an image of the planet on viewscreen. Give me some rotation on it, but not too fast.
(11:18:56 PM) CdrHarper: :: tweep, tweep, thweep :: There you are.
(11:20:09 PM) LtKuari: :: stops the humanoid mid-roll and supine, moves to stand over him, lashes her tail around both his legs and stares down at his face :: Gotcha, bad dude.
(11:20:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Thank you. Now, if we're talking about an outpost that could support a garrison...beach front property is always popular. Maybe east coast, southern continent. Thoughts?
(11:21:35 PM) CdrHarper: I sunburn too easily for that. But I am sure the Marines can handle it.
(11:22:25 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: peers surreptitiously under his brow in McKnight's direction, listening as he works ::
(11:24:19 PM) CdrHarper: The site is perfectly suitable, however. Perhaps a little too much so.
(11:24:45 PM) Percy: (This is Mike. Just to let you know, Chrome just disconnected.)
(11:24:54 PM) CdrHarper: (DOH)
(11:24:56 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> I'd have to agree.
(11:26:22 PM) CdrTKirr: EnsLogan> :: looks guilty and changes his screens back from vacationing spots to scans ::
(11:26:34 PM) ColDougMcKnight left the room (quit: Exit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:27:47 PM) Percy: ACTION> As the Sharks spread out, they initially find exactly what one expects when they think of empty space. Normal background radiation, no observable comm emissions. Eventually, however, Asha's instruments get a hit on the outer edge of her sensor range. Specifically, a list of refined alloys scrolling across her screen.
(11:27:55 PM) LtKuari: :: leaps off the hologram and starts to circle him as he stands :: Computer, reset character, level five.
(11:28:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(11:29:01 PM) CdrHarper: (WB)
(11:29:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Thanks.)
(11:29:42 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: does a double-take at a panel and squints at it :: +Sharks+ Crazy Horse to Spitfire, I've got something interesting, nine o'clock.
(11:31:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> And in case anyone was wondering, no, it's not coming from any planetoid.
(11:34:30 PM) Percy: Syd>+Sharks+ Somehow I think you meant Spitfire to Crazy Horse, but I've got a lock on your alloy concentration. No visuals yet, though. Can you see what it is?
(11:34:46 PM) LtKuari: :: goes on the defensive as the hologram respawns lighter and quick on his feet, yelling as he charges her ::
(11:35:26 PM) CdrHarper: I find it hard to believe that the pirates would not have taken advantage of such a useful planet.
(11:35:31 PM) CdrTKirr: (Eh, we comm that way at Disney, sorta backwards, isn't it?)
(11:35:57 PM) CdrHarper: (Bass-ackwards!)
(11:40:01 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> +Sharks+ Layers of metal, ceramic... kevlar? Shielding against meteoroid impact, maybe. Permission to take a closer look?
(11:40:21 PM) Percy: :: Shrugs :: Maybe they did, at one point. But they know Starfleet's knocking at their door. Might not seem tactically viable anymore.
(11:41:15 PM) CdrHarper: Perhaps our efforts out here have already had an effect then.
(11:41:36 PM) Percy: (Oh goddamnit Mike posted as me.)
(11:41:39 PM) Percy: (*ahem*)
(11:43:11 PM) Percy: Syd> +Sharks+ Permission granted. Take point, Chaka, you and I are one defense. Move in slow and quiet.
(11:44:15 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'd certainly hope so. Lord knows we took a bit of a bloody nose ourselves at Shangri-La.
(11:44:31 PM) CdrHarper: That we did.
(11:45:15 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: approaches the source of the unknown target, willing her fighter to hurry the hell up ::
(11:46:20 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Part of the job, I guess. So long as we keep giving better than we get. You know, I was a little busy myself that day, but I took a look at our tactical readings after the fact. That was some first rate flying you folks did.
(11:46:50 PM) CdrHarper: Thank you, Captain. I am quite proud of my Sharks.
(11:47:02 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: configures her new sensor system a bit, cursing at the new interface :: +Sharks+ Looks like its power source is very weak. Drive systems appear to be down.
(11:47:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: wonders how many levels of 'bad dude' there is ::
(11:48:19 PM) LtKuari: :: is forced back towards the wall, step by step as she dodges the hologram ::
(11:48:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> As the Sharks approach, the sensor hit comes into visual range. The ship is approximately five hundred feet long, and more or less cigar shaped. That, however, is mostly obscured by an outer structure wrapped around it and supported by connecting struts. This, it becomes clear, is the source of the composite reading Asha got.
(11:50:51 PM) Percy: Syd> :: Comms Atlantis as they approach. ::+Atlantis+ Atlantis, Crazy Horse here. Be advised, we've sighted a ship at the outer edge of sensors. We're investigating now.
(11:51:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Harper, take us out of orbit. Plot an intercept course for their coordinates. Looks like they've stumbled onto the real action for today.
(11:52:03 PM) CdrHarper: +Crazy Horse+ Acknowledged, Crazy Horse. We are on our way.
(11:52:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: After a moment, thinks to grimace. :: Sorry about that.
(11:52:33 PM) CdrHarper: ::sets an intercept course:: For what, captain?
(11:53:19 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: passes closely and smacks her console as tentative readings drop on and off her display :: +Sharks+ I could be wrong, sir, but I *think* I'm getting life signs on this thing. They must be near dead or something.
(11:53:57 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: (omg zombie pirates!!! *runs in terror*)
(11:54:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Suddenly, however, Asha will have new sensor readings. In abundance. As if in response to her scans, elevated power readings begin to emanate from the ship. Specifically, her instruments will detect some sort of high power radar system coming online...and scanning her.
(11:55:10 PM) ColDougMcKnight: You know, that you weren't there. Hopefully we'll have better luck next time. Anyway, do we have that ship on sensors yet?
(11:55:22 PM) LtKuari: Asha Min> +Sharks+ Oh shit oh shit oh shit... +Sharks+ Um, boss, you getting that? We've been rumbled.
(11:55:42 PM) LtKuari: (Oops haha, ignore the first ++)
(11:55:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: breaks orbit and speeds out that way :: No apology was necessary, this is my duty. Coming into sensor range now.
(11:57:01 PM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: banks and turns tail... that's a guideline when you piss off a sleeping ship, somewhere, she's sure ::
(11:58:27 PM) Percy: Syd> +Sharks+ I did. Scan the damn thing...:: Notes her turning and leaving:: away. I guess you could do that too. Chaka, Scan for signs of warp capability.
(11:59:15 PM) LtKuari: :: admits she's finally hit a challenge with the lighter opponent and keeps just out of his weapon's range ::
(12:00:17 AM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> +Sharks+ Oh, I'm scanning all right. Just being friendly. Polite, even.
(12:00:18 AM) Percy: Chaka> +Sharks+ Um...I'm picking up signs of jack and shit, Crazy Horse. It's an ion propulsion drive. Strictly sub light. This would be time to alert Atlantis, yeah?
(12:00:59 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: picks up a couple defensive moves that dont involve teeth or tails ::
(12:01:16 AM) CdrHarper: Sir, something's awry, the Sharks are scrambling.
(12:01:59 AM) Percy: Syd> +Sharks+ I did not ask for a reply, Spitfire. Chaka, so noted. +Atlantis+ Firefly, this is Crazy Horse. We've come across a non-warp capable ship which seems to be in sleep mode...but we've just been scanned.
(12:02:30 AM) Percy:Syd> +Sharks+ Pull back out of sensor distance, but maintain formation.
(12:03:15 AM) You are now known as VAdmBlackthorne
(12:03:30 AM) Percy: (WB...I hope?)
(12:03:30 AM) CdrHarper: (Sorry about that mess)
(12:03:50 AM) CdrTKirr: Asha Min> :: grumbles mockingly to her cockpit and pulls away and into formation ::
(12:04:07 AM) CdrHarper: +Crazy Horse+ Acknowledged, stand by. Pull off ten thousand meters and form up until we arrive.
(12:05:01 AM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Listening in on this exchange, McKnight suddenly looks up in alarm from his command panel. :: I'm no engineer, people. But is that a transmitter coming online over there?
(12:05:43 AM) LtKuari: Enough! :: Seeing how the humanoid is smaller and quicker than her, plays to her strength of longer appendages and tailsweeps in a low spin ::
(12:06:40 AM) CdrHarper: :: scrambles over the panel :: Power emissions are consistent with a transmitter.
(12:06:45 AM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Comms the fighters directly. :: +Sharks+ This is McKnight! Maintain distance, but surround that ship, and begin jamming transmissions!
(12:06:59 AM) ColDougMcKnight: ...shit.
(12:07:06 AM) ColDougMcKnight: PAUSE SIM
(12:07:08 AM) ColDougMcKnight: PAUSE SIM
(12:07:11 AM) ColDougMcKnight: PAUSE SIM
(12:07:13 AM) CdrHarper: :: paused ::
(12:07:17 AM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(12:07:21 AM) CdrHarper: (very nice dramatic pause!)
(12:07:24 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses ::
(12:07:50 AM) ColDougMcKnight: Thank you! Sorry we ran late, but I just wanted to reach this cliffhanger point first.
(12:08:06 AM) CdrTKirr: Yeah, that's cool.
(12:08:14 AM) CdrHarper: Worth it, IMO
(12:08:18 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: I hate to repeat my self but...OMG Zombie Pirates!
(12:08:25 AM) CdrTKirr: lol
(12:08:29 AM) CdrTKirr: Nah, you love it. =P
(12:08:37 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: hehe
(12:08:46 AM) ColDougMcKnight: And Rachel figures if she doesn't have her computer back by next time, something is seriously wrong. So with luck, we'll be able to move things faster next time.
(12:09:17 AM) ColDougMcKnight: Also, zombie pirates...hmmm.
(12:09:41 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: lmao
(12:09:53 AM) CdrHarper: Oh dear.
(12:10:04 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!
(12:10:16 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Pirate> Braaains!
(12:10:59 AM) CdrTKirr: Blah, who texts at midnight
(12:11:00 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Don't give the man ideas!
(12:11:15 AM) CdrTKirr: Oh... my husband. From the other room. >_>
(12:11:19 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Me, I do!
(12:11:27 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Sometimes at 2:30 am even!
(12:11:53 AM) CdrTKirr: Meh, I gotta get up for training in six hours. >_< Changing the whole way we do CPR
(12:12:50 AM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night!
(12:13:02 AM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night y'all!
(12:13:52 AM) CdrTKirr: Night!
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