Conversation with #ussatlantis at 8/10/2011 8:54:52 PM on (irc)

(8:54:52 PM) The topic for #ussatlantis is: The effects of the gamma ray burst on the crew have been harsh; we've lost the ability to multitask, focusing on one thing or aspect of our duties above all others. We orbit at a dangerously close one AU.
(8:54:52 PM) mode (+o VAdmBlackthorne) by ChanServ
(8:55:00 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening!
(8:58:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre [] entered the room.
(8:58:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya Doc
(8:59:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Oh hai!
(8:59:16 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: heating leftovers and OMGV
(8:59:38 PM) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(8:59:53 PM) LtKuari1 [] entered the room.
(9:01:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(9:01:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evening
(9:01:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(9:02:19 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Hoy all
(9:03:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(9:03:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Evening.
(9:03:58 PM) LtJorvanTav: Good evening
(9:05:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Glad to see everyone here so promptly! Now I just need a moment, I have something relevant to the sim at hand about to go out on the website.
(9:05:45 PM) LtKuari1: ...
(9:05:51 PM) LtKuari1 is now known as LtKuari
(9:05:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Slacker
(9:06:51 PM) LtKuari: Be right back, need chocolate.
(9:07:19 PM) LtJorvanTav: Alcohol goes very nicely with chocolate
(9:08:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, it's out! Go read, it's not long. :)
(9:09:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Also, this is a good chance to be sure you're getting the email when a new post happens.
(9:11:01 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Aw man, not that bitch again.
(9:11:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, that bitch again. You didn't think she was gone, did you? :)
(9:13:00 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Little lady's making some big big claims. I can think of a couple parties who might dispute them! :)
(9:13:06 PM) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(9:13:07 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Nah. Now I'm just going to bash her slutty face in with a gold-plated wrench. :-P
(9:14:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Hee hee, all the better for an interesting plot. And I wonder if Percy marks kills on that wrench.
(9:14:13 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Also, Bernie will prep her explosives
(9:14:19 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Dibs on her slutty outfit. Mr. Carre would absolutely love it!
(9:14:20 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Oh, she totally does.
(9:15:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: OK, let's get going.
(9:16:20 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Her shoes are up for grabs though, guys...what are those size 11?
(9:17:00 PM) LtCmdrBusard: You know what they say. Big feet, big...wait she's a chick?
(9:17:01 PM) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(9:17:06 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: AA ::
(9:17:07 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: AA ::
(9:17:12 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: aa ::
(9:17:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: First thing's first - Cubit and Rubix, front and center!
(9:18:23 PM) Cubit [] entered the room.
(9:19:16 PM) Cubit: :: beeps a quiet "Who me?" followed by a distinctive "Weee!" as he moves up front ::
(9:19:42 PM) Rubix [] entered the room.
(9:19:53 PM) Rubix: Whirr beep?
(9:20:41 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Moves front, then center::
(9:20:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Crap wrong window.)
(9:20:58 PM) Rubix: (What she said ^^)
(9:21:15 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets down on his knees :: And they were saved by the smallest among them. These two little robots quite literally shocked us back to our senses and saved our lives, and for that they must be recognized.
(9:21:45 PM) CdrTKirr: :: peers down at the little bots ::
(9:22:05 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: So proud of her little creations::
(9:22:30 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: takes out two very tiny medals and clips them on to any available space :: Cubit and Rubix, I hereby decorate you with Starfleet's Order of Merit.
(9:22:45 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Scowls down at his leg briefly, but nods his assent all the same::
(9:23:25 PM) Cubit: :: salutes his little robot salute after receiving his medal ::
(9:23:41 PM) Rubix: :: Makes an "ooooo" sound, then follows suit after her big brother ::
(9:24:32 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: And with that....
(9:24:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Tonight we approach Refuge, home of Venya Kashar and her trading post., located on a moon surrounded by an asteroid field.
(9:24:42 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(9:25:03 PM) Cubit: :: plays a nice sousa march and blinks all his lights in celebration ::
(9:25:21 PM) Rubix: :: Marches around Cubit ::
(9:25:30 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Offers Carre a high five::
(9:25:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: grins and returns the high five :: Nice job Busard!
(9:26:29 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Grins :: Can't think of anyone better to take Cubit under their wing.
(9:26:37 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: grins :: Alright, let's get going.
(9:26:38 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Well...what are we doing back at Refuge is a good question, I guess.
(9:26:45 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: If she gets onry can we just restart the earthquakes?
(9:26:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Stop in for more information since we've been away.
(9:27:58 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Any leads on pirate activity, effects of our presence, etc.
(9:27:58 PM) Cubit: :: beeps a questioning tone ::
(9:28:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: No, Cubit.
(9:29:34 PM) Cubit: :: beeps 'Awww!' ::
(9:29:44 PM) Rubix: :: Pats Cubit on back::
(9:29:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Alrighty then...
(9:29:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(9:30:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(9:30:04 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(9:30:32 PM) Cubit: :: struts around showing off his medal to anyone who will look ::
(9:31:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks briskly onto the bridge from the ready room :: I understand we're nearing Refuge.
(9:31:22 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: In her office trying to ignore the tiny bot bothering her patients ::
(9:31:42 PM) CdrTKirr: :: standing in front of their seats, hands clasped behind her :: Indeed.
(9:31:55 PM) CdrHarper left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(9:31:58 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks up from his console :: I've already arranged for a personal guard, on the chance you wanted to board that piss hole again. Sir.
(9:32:16 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, as far as piss holes go, I've seen worse.
(9:32:47 PM) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(9:33:19 PM) Rubix: :: Attempting to reflect light off her shiny medal::
(9:33:22 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Shrugs :: Granted. Don't get me wrong. A place where you can simply lose yourself in the grime and the's got some appeal. But it's a nightm are as far as my job is concerned. Kind of takes the charm out.
(9:33:36 PM) CdrHarper: Ten minutes, Admiral.
(9:34:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: We may not need to go aboard, depending on how talkative Ms. Kashar is this time around.
(9:34:12 PM) LtKuari: :: sits in front of her locker, checking over her gear, hoping to be on the guard team ::
(9:34:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to T'Kirr :: Just in case, have the good doctor prepare a batch of inoclulations against her pheromones.
(9:34:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: At her station on the Bridge, making sure that sensors will detect if anything goes wonky.::
(9:35:33 PM) CdrTKirr: :: bows her head and sits lightly at her seat, tapping a message to Sickbay on the armrest screen ::
(9:35:41 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: runs scans of various minor anomalies as they pass by, just for his own comfort after all the stories he's heard ::
(9:36:25 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down in the center seat :: I'm hoping that we at least earned enough good will for some more information by saving her entire operation.
(9:37:19 PM) CdrTKirr: It is difficult to determine whether she values "good will" as we do, considering.
(9:37:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: smirks :: Indeed.
(9:37:38 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: PADDs a message back that shes got the required hypos ready and waiting ::
(9:37:55 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Sends a message to McKnight's panel :: "If she tries to pull something, can I hit her with my wrench?"
(9:38:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: She DID throw in a nasty surprise along with her initial "thank you". May or may not have been knowingly, but that still puts the balance on our side.
(9:38:40 PM) CdrTKirr: :: notes the response out of the corner of her eye and folds her hands calmly on her lap, turning to follow the Bridge conversation ::
(9:38:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Texts back. :: We actually DO have phasers for that, Perce.
(9:38:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Good point. I think she owes us.
(9:39:14 PM) Rubix: :: Replies:: " wrench!"
(9:39:19 PM) Rubix: (Crap)
(9:39:28 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (MY wrench goddamnit)
(9:40:49 PM) CdrHarper: Approaching Refuge, dropping from warp.
(9:41:14 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Put it on screen, Lt. Tav.
(9:41:52 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: brings up the readings and image :: Aye, sir.
(9:42:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A large asteroid field appears on the screen, with a stable moon occasionally visible through drifting rocks.
(9:43:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods to Tav:: Contact Refuge control and get the latest drift charts.
(9:44:27 PM) LtJorvanTav: Aye, sir. :: hands move across the console, and he sends a message to the station ::
(9:45:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Instead of drift charts, a request for an urgent voice communication comes back from Refuge.
(9:45:44 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: scowls at the message :: Sir, the station requests to speak to you. They sound pretty serious.
(9:45:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: On screen.
(9:46:01 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: Activates the Comm ::
(9:46:23 PM) VenyaKashar [] entered the room.
(9:46:57 PM) VenyaKashar: :: appears on the viewer :: Blackthorne! You have to get out of here, now! She's still here!
(9:47:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Right as Venya finishes her sentence, a Romulan plasma torpedo slams into Atlantis, wreaking havoc to our unshielded ship.
(9:48:20 PM) CdrTKirr: :: is thrown from her seat and dumped unceremoniously onto the floor ::
(9:48:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Would we be able to raise shields after that? We DID still have our hull armor.)
(9:48:42 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: checks the readings :: Sir, it appears we have been attacked by a Romulan Warbird. No damage to the hull, but shields are down to 72 percent
(9:48:48 PM) LtJorvanTav: (wait)
(9:48:58 PM) LtJorvanTav: (magic edit)
(9:49:05 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: falls out of her chair barely missing the tiny robot ::
(9:49:22 PM) Cubit: :: runs screaming from the giant falling Carre ::
(9:49:43 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: checks the readings :: Sir, we have been attacked by a Romulan Warbird! They decloaked off the port bow, and we have damage to decks nine through twelve!
(9:50:04 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Cubit stop that! Anyone hurt out there? :: as she crawls to her feet ::
(9:50:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The plasma weaponry causes electrical shorts in many systems; the lights and viewscreen goes dark, shields are temporarily knocked offline, and warp power is out.
(9:51:02 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Oh, goddamnit!
(9:51:18 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: hangs on to his chair :: Red alert, shields up, evasive action and target that hostile!
(9:51:39 PM) CdrTKirr: :: climbs back into her chair and attempts to get something out of her dead console, and failing that, takes stock of the Bridge ::
(9:51:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Swears as he makes out the part about the shields...but weapons are still working, so he quickly works up a firing solution, and answers with a volley of quantum torpedoes::
(9:51:43 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Gets on the comm to Engineering:: We need repair teams on decks 9-12!
(9:51:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> It's also not a Romulan warbird, but just happens to be firing Romulan torpedos.
(9:52:19 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Shields not responding. Harper, gonna need you to get us some asteorid cover, and fast. Our armor will protect us, but only for so long!
(9:52:24 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Frantically gets to work on getting shields back online by rerouting power to an alternate connection::
(9:52:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: In the meantime, I'm diverting warp power to the structural integrity field. That'll keep us in the fight a little longer!
(9:52:43 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The ship immediately fires again, then cloaks. If anyone saw it on sensors, it was most definitely not a Romulan warbird.
(9:53:17 PM) CdrHarper: :: climbs back into her chair :: Making best speed for the asteroid field!
(9:53:33 PM) CdrTKirr: :: nods at McKnight as he answers her next question and moves to look over Tav's shoulder ::
(9:53:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Shields back up to ten percent!
(9:53:49 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: checks more readings :: Sir, it appears not to be a Romulan warbird... I'm not sure what it was...
(9:53:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The second torpedo hits, causing just as much havoc as the first, and then nothing....
(9:54:25 PM) CdrTKirr: :: is thrown at Tav but manages to hang onto the chair this time ::
(9:54:39 PM) CdrHarper: :: also stays in her chair and begs the impulse engines not to quit ::
(9:54:57 PM) LtJorvanTav: We were hit again, that time damage to Deck 15
(9:55:40 PM) LtKuari: :: slams against the wall of lockers, growling when she gets up :: Stations, people!
(9:55:42 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Reels forward and bashes her head against the console. She takes a moment to recover, noting a gash on her forehead before going back to working on the shielding::
(9:55:46 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> What shields we had go down from the impact, along with phaser auto-targeting.
(9:56:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Lovely.)
(9:56:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Emergency lights!
(9:56:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Fuck! We just lost targeting computers. But that's okay! Closer quarters in that field will mean I can do the job manually just fine...just need to get there before they try to hit us again.
(9:56:53 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: is running around securing patients to their beds :: Geez what ARE they doing up there?!
(9:57:00 PM) CdrHarper: One minute to the asteroid field!
(9:57:24 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: searches with the sensors for signs of the cloaked ship ::
(9:57:56 PM) CdrTKirr: :: peers at Tav's console, attempting to make sense of cloak and signature readings ::
(9:58:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The enemy ship decloaks again, from behind and below and fires another plasma torpedo, then cloaks.
(9:58:43 PM) LtJorvanTav: That cloak... It's not a normal Romulan or Klingon... I've never seen readings like this
(9:58:45 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Gets emergency lights online, before standing a little unsteadily:: If I can get to Engineering fast enough, I can work on the shields manually. :
(9:58:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Go, Percy!
(9:58:58 PM) LtJorvanTav: Another torpedo, headed our way!
(9:59:02 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Evasive!
(9:59:19 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Runs for the TL :: Engineering! :: And, on her way::
(9:59:22 PM) CdrHarper: :: tries to get the ship to go hard right, bue she's sluggish ::
(9:59:26 PM) CdrHarper: ^but
(9:59:49 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: takes all the readings he can get on the ship as it cloaks, trying to figure out how it works, or maybe how they might be able to see and damage the ship before it decloaks ::
(9:59:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> We take the torpedo squarely in the secondary hull, and main power goes offline.
(10:00:11 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh no you don't, you bitch. ::This time, he has a full spread of torpeoe waiting, which he lets go in the general area that ship just cloaked. Maximum yield, maximum dispersal. Even if it doesn;t hit near enough to do any major damage, some impact will show up on sensors ands give him something to hit...or so he hopes. ::
(10:00:18 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (Okay, never mind.)
(10:00:27 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The glimpse of the ship looked much like a giant SR-71, with nacelles in place of the jet intakes and exhausts.
(10:00:30 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Finds herself stuck in a TurboLift, and tossed about like a doll:: Fuck-ugh.
(10:00:48 PM) LtJorvanTav: Damage to Decks Sixteen and Eighteen. Hope we don't need any shuttles any time soon!
(10:01:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> The torpedo blasts did reveal something, but without main power, the enemy ship'll be gone before we can do anything about it.
(10:01:12 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: Sir, the ship... I've never seen one like it. Well, not in space anyway...
(10:02:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Get the auxiliaries online!
(10:02:18 PM) LtKuari: :: is tossed against the wall and gets back up, now bounding down the corridor towards Engineering with two marines trying to keep up ::
(10:02:19 PM) LtJorvanTav: How did that throw Romulan sensor readings at us? That's DEFINITELY not Romulan...
(10:02:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: is triaging the injuries rush that occurs after every tossing about, cursing and muttering the loss of power because backup lighting is weak ::
(10:03:51 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Sir, we've just become the one-legged man in the asskicking contest. If the doors will still work, we need to launch the Sharks.
(10:04:07 PM) VenyaKashar: << A message from my cat: 9*-------------------- >>
(10:04:56 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Gets back up slowly :: Oh, you're fuckin'...:: wipes blood from her brow as she looks for the Turbolift access hatch:: Should have just used the fuckin' Jeffries Tube..
(10:05:20 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks at McKnight through the smoke that's found its way into the bridge :: I doubt the bloody doors work. We need auxiliary power to do anything.
(10:05:32 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: continues to search for this mystery ship ::
(10:05:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: +Blackthorne+ Busard to Blackthorne.
(10:05:53 PM) LtJorvanTav: (magic edit... AGAIN)
(10:05:58 PM) CdrHarper: :: was about to bolt into the turbolift, but stops :: I can not get power to navigate, we are coasting forward blindly.
(10:06:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: +Busard+ Blackthorne here, go.
(10:06:19 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: wishes he could continue searching for signs of the ship ::
(10:07:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard: +Blackthorne+ Power to the Turbolifts have stopped. Stuck around two decks down...ugh...will attempt to climb emergency ladder down to Engineering.
(10:07:35 PM) ColDougMcKnight: I'll send a squad of marines down there, then. Suited up for EVA exposure. We'll make an exit for your kids, one way or another.
(10:07:37 PM) CdrTKirr: (We have comms then?)
(10:07:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (Ha, yes)
(10:07:52 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (I figured individual comms probably?)
(10:07:59 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (What he said :-P)
(10:08:17 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: nods :: Do it.
(10:08:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns to T'Kirr :: Why haven't they finished us off?
(10:08:52 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Anyone down there+ Security, come in!
(10:10:06 PM) CdrTKirr: :: moves over from Tav's now dead station :: It seems they only want us disabled. Leverage for something?
(10:10:17 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Uses her toolbelt as a safety cable hooked between herself and the ladder as she makes her way down:: Why do I want to sing Fre re Jacques all of a sudden? Damn head injuries.
(10:10:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Either that, or McKnight's last salvo struck a tender spot.
(10:10:38 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: looks blankly at the... blank... viewscreen ::
(10:10:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Probably want to fucking gloat first. But I'll entertain that last notion.
(10:10:56 PM) LtKuari: +McKnight+ Kuari here, sir! :: comes to a halt outside Engineering, examining the wall panel next to the doors ::
(10:11:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So will I. Kate, get your pilots down to the assault bay any way you can. You're not doing much flying here anyway.
(10:12:18 PM) CdrHarper: Aye sir. +Shipwide+ All Sharks report to the assault bay!
(10:12:39 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: presses places on his console where he knows buttons would normally be, hoping for some response ::
(10:12:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: + Kuari + Lieutenant, listen closely. We've lost weapons along with just about every other damn thing. I want every suit of assault armor we've got on a marine, and I want every marine so equipped down to the assault bay immediately! Bring mag clamps, cutting tools, and explosives. You're to get those bay doors open however you can, as fast as you can!
(10:13:34 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: curses in Bajoran and ditches the turbolift, getting in line behind several other crewmen at the Jeffries Tube access hatch :: Move it! Commander Harper's orders!
(10:13:47 PM) CdrHarper: :: enters the TL and climbs into the shaft, heads down ::
(10:14:26 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: In one of the ship's many gyms:: +Harper+ Aye, ma'am! Be there in a heartbeat. :: Crawls into the JT and heads for the assault bay:: +Ash, Chaka+ What is your ETA?
(10:14:56 PM) LtKuari: +McKnight+ Understood, sir!
(10:15:52 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Certain systems do spring on as the batteries kick in, but those are limited, and the mains and auxes are still down.
(10:16:07 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Engaging seal clamps on his helmet:: +Sid+ You're getting slow in your old age, Crazy Horse. I'm suited up and on my way to my plane now. To be fair, I was in the assault bay already, playing cards with Red Lance and Yellowjacket when this shit started, but still, props to me.
(10:16:54 PM) LtCmdrBusard: +Chaka+ Yeah, yeah. Be there in five.
(10:17:02 PM) LtCmdrBusard: (Sid^)
(10:17:03 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: wonders if shes going to have to open an annex on the holodeck or one of the storage bays :: More broken bones, hurray! :: continues patching people up ::
(10:17:19 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: watches as his console sputters to life, and notices a flashing Comm indicator :: Sir, we're being hailed.
(10:17:22 PM) LtKuari: :: calls a team with the gear to meet her and her two marines on Deck 17 and makes her way down one deck ::
(10:17:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Climbing climbing climbing::
(10:17:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: That may be the gloating.
(10:17:54 PM) VenyaKashar left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(10:18:08 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: faces the viewer, does the Picard maneuver, and attempts to look confident :: On screen.
(10:18:12 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: activates the Comm ::
(10:18:23 PM) Ashexana [] entered the room.
(10:19:04 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Running a systems check on his fighter. Green across the board. Thankfully, the Mustangs are well secured.::
(10:19:42 PM) ColDougMcKnight: +Sid+ Okay, Crazy Horse. Soon as you can be here, you've got three wing mates prepped and ready!
(10:19:50 PM) CdrTKirr: (Are the bay doors still sealed?)
(10:19:55 PM) Ashexana: :: appears on screen, calmly sitting in her command chair, with curly black hair down to her shoulders, alabaster skin, and black eyes, wearing a business suit and sipping a cup of tea ::
(10:20:06 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: (yes)
(10:20:18 PM) Ashexana: :: there is, however, a faint bit of smoke visible on her bridge ::
(10:20:35 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I am Admiral Ian Blackthorne of the Federation Starship Atlantis. Explain the meaning of this attack.
(10:20:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: That gets a bit of a grin then, at least. ::
(10:20:50 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sid+ I'm approaching the assault bay, but by the looks of it, Security is having a bit of trouble with the doors.
(10:21:04 PM) CdrTKirr: :: looks presentable next to Blackthorne ::
(10:22:30 PM) CdrHarper: :: emerges from the turbolift shaft next to the assault bay ::
(10:22:31 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Goes back to his console, trying to work out...something. The launchers are offline, but the tubes can still be opened, and depressurization would suck out a few torpedoes. If that ship stays where it is, maybe they could be sucker punched with a few improvised mines. ::
(10:22:39 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Ash+ No kidding. I'm a little farther off than you guys, and Firefly more so, so get your Sharks prepped and ready to fly and we'll meet you there.
(10:22:51 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (And yes, I acknowledge I'd have to thank Janeway for that particular tactic. )
(10:23:09 PM) Ashexana: :: calmly puts her tea down on the table next to her chair :: I know who you are. I am Ashexana, Queen of the Free Fleets. As for the meaning of my attack, I would think that obvious, wouldn't you?
(10:23:11 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: watches his sensor readings out of the corner of his eye, hoping to see, well, anything pop up on the small screen ::
(10:23:37 PM) LtKuari: :: turns as the first group of marines with tools arrives, points :: Start cutting here and here. You, get those clamps on. I want them ready as soon as we're through.
(10:24:05 PM) CdrHarper: :: enters the assault bay and assesses the situation ::
(10:24:47 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Then why hail us now?
(10:25:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Gets on the loudspeaker:: Say the word, and I've got us a faster way out of here. Anyone not strapped in will want to be as far away as possible, of course.
(10:25:20 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: suits up ::
(10:25:59 PM) Ashexana: Why, if I just killed you, you couldn't tell your Federation that it's simply not welcome here. This region of space is autonomous and doesn't need your kind of ... shall I say, "civilization?"
(10:26:09 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Finally gets down to what she thinks is Engineering level, although it's hard to tell. She preps her sonic screwdriver, but just in case someone's out there she knocks on the TL door first.:: Hello? Let me in?
(10:26:38 PM) CdrHarper: :: gets into her flight suit and grabs her helmet, climbs into the Boudica ::
(10:27:04 PM) LtKuari: :: sparks fly as the Assault Bay doors are attacked from the inside with laser tools ::
(10:27:17 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> One moment, ma'am. Have you out in a jiffy! Hopefully, that means soon!
(10:27:56 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Pushes her way out of the JT, and practically does a running leap into her baby.::
(10:28:13 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: So I'm to believe that you're sparing us in hopes that we'll go home and tell everyone not to return? Or is it that our torpedos wounded your ship more than you care to admit?/
(10:28:13 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Quinn> ::Taps a few buttons on his holographic omni-tool. Immediately, the holo projector reconfigures itself, and he's holding a hard light projection of a crowbar, with which he immediately attempts to force the turbolift doors.. ::
(10:28:54 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Looks up with a start, and quickly taps out a text message to T'Kirr. ::
(10:28:55 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ This is Firefly, who all is down here and ready? :: running through pre-flight ::
(10:29:15 PM) Rubix: Sid> +Sharks+ Crazy Horse, running pre-flight now.
(10:29:16 PM) Ashexana: :: trying very hard to get a telepathic read on this woman ::
(10:29:24 PM) CdrHarper: Ian^
(10:29:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Text reads> We've got an open comm! We've got a weapon. How are you at viruses?
(10:29:42 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: all settled into Gallitep :: +Sharks+ Spitfire, ready to go!
(10:30:22 PM) Ashexana: My dear Admiral, destroying a Sovereign Class starship would provoke interest in my domain that I don't care to deal with. I am many things, but I'm not stupid. Consider this your warning.
(10:30:41 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: notices her black eyes and realizes that this woman is Betazoid! ::
(10:31:45 PM) Ashexana: I'll also confess to a bit of pride at having beaten you, and of course, who wouldn't want their adversary to know who it was that had beaten them?
(10:32:10 PM) Ashexana: This will be your last warning, but just in case you're having trouble with my meaning, I'll leave you a gift. Ta-ta for now. :: cuts the comm ::
(10:33:06 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: scans for any sort of further communication coming in :: Sir, she has cut all communication.
(10:33:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Bloody hell. No wonder I couldn't get anything from her, she's Betazoid.
(10:33:25 PM) CdrTKirr: :: at least has a very good poker face and taps back :: If a deceptive sensor reading will do, then quite well.
(10:33:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: walks over to the helm to see if it works ::
(10:34:12 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I don't like the idea of her parting "gift." We need shields.
(10:34:48 PM) CdrTKirr: :: follows Blackthorne with her gaze ::
(10:34:54 PM) CdrHarper: :: finds navigational control enabled, and they are still coasting at about half impulse from inertia ::
(10:34:55 PM) CdrTKirr: (Sorry Mike, was a bit slow)
(10:35:00 PM) CdrHarper: ^Ian again
(10:35:21 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sits down and corrects course with thrusters :: Ten seconds til the asteroid field, at least.
(10:35:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> Hey, leathernecks! We've gotta get in this fight! Tell me you've got those doors under control, or tell me it's time to shoot our way out!
(10:35:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: thinks :: Even wihtout a telepathic read... we still hurt that ship. She's covering.
(10:36:05 PM) LtKuari: Good work! All non-essential, into the control room!
(10:36:21 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: notes her 'bone repair' lines are getting smaller and hopes the influx is over ::
(10:36:26 PM) ColDougMcKnight: (It's cool.)
(10:36:29 PM) CdrHarper: :: seals Boudica's canopy and makes ready ::
(10:36:46 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Get your cockpits and helmets sealed, this could be violent.
(10:36:52 PM) LtKuari: ACTION> The marines began to scatter from assault bay doors.
(10:37:04 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Shields up, too!
(10:37:27 PM) LtKuari: :: gets into the control room and seals the door behind everyone else :: +McKnight+ Kuari to McKnight. The assault bay is ready, sir.
(10:37:36 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Seals cockpit, helmet, and gets her shields up:: +Sharks+ All set and ready to go!
(10:37:40 PM) ColDougMcKnight: ::Looks up at Blackthorne:: You got that, sir?
(10:37:57 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> From nowhere, a Klingon disruptor blast arcs out of the darkness and cuts a jagged line into the secondary hull, near the deflector.
(10:38:16 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: grips her controls, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth ::
(10:38:34 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Just a hunch! :: hangs on as we're hit again ::
(10:38:50 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Once there's enough room open, she ducks through the doors into Engineering:: Quinn! ::Aaaand thrown again::
(10:39:16 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Dirsuptor fire, secondary hull! Armor holding...for now. We're ready to launch our response though!
(10:39:22 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Do it!
(10:39:25 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: brings his knees up to grab the console and hold himself in his seat ::
(10:39:51 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Commandeers a comm line:: Sharks, this is McKnight! Get out there, and rip this smelly pirate hooker a new asshole!
(10:40:29 PM) CdrHarper: :: holds on to the stick for what's about to happen ::
(10:40:38 PM) CdrHarper: :: checks her shields ::
(10:40:50 PM) LtKuari: :: finds the small control room suddenly very noisy as all the marines are shaken by the nearby blast to the hull ::
(10:40:53 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> Ahahaha! Let me at 'er!
(10:41:07 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: turns back to McKnight :: You saw the smoke on her bridge. You hit something.
(10:41:38 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Impatiently taps his control panel as he waits for Firefly to blast off so he can gun the accelerator. ::
(10:41:53 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Grimaces. :: Right now, I'll take all the consolation I can get, sir.
(10:42:27 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, and by the way? Venya Kashar owes us fucking big time. For the last time, and for not blowing a hole in her green head when we see her next.
(10:42:48 PM) CdrHarper: :: rushes out the newly opened assault bay doors along with tons of escaping air, and anything that wasn't nailed down ::
(10:44:05 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: I'm inclined to agree. :: corrects their course :: We're in the asteroid field.
(10:44:37 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> :: Flies out after her, and immediately checks his sensors for the source of the incoming weapons fire for a target to launch his torpedoes at. ::
(10:45:29 PM) ColDougMcKnight: We have nothing to hit her back with right now, sir. I say we find a dense rock cluster, and power down...which won't be hard right now. In this mess, low emissions is almost as good as a cloak.
(10:46:07 PM) CdrTKirr: :: returns to Tav :: See if you can get anything that matches Orion frequencies.
(10:46:09 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Zooms out after Chaka, checking for targets as well as temperature inconsistencies.::
(10:46:47 PM) LtJorvanTav: Aye, sir. :: scans what readings he can for anything that looks remotely Orion ::
(10:46:59 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: keeps a lookout for a quick decloak, deciding she'll be quicker ::
(10:47:14 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Alright Sharks, keep your eyes open and find that :: string of Bajoran obscenity ::
(10:47:55 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looking around with the limited power to the nav sensors :: I think see just the place.
(10:47:58 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: appreciates ::
(10:48:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> +Sharks+ I was patched into the bridge channel while I was waiting. They think they hurt that ship. That suggests it doesn't have shields when it's cloaked! I say we find the general area, and blanket it! One or two good hits, and maybe atmosphere release will give us something easier to target!
(10:48:23 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> :: Snickers:: +Sharks+ Pretty good pronunciation you got there. :: Keeps her eyes peeled::
(10:48:50 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ I find Bajoran to be one of my favorite languages for profanity.
(10:49:31 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ That's a lot of area. What if we remotely detonate? The spread will do more to get a hit on sensors.
(10:49:37 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Chaka, we will likely run out of microtorps before finding her that way, unless we are very lucky.
(10:50:41 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> +Sharks+ Which is why I meant phasers. Between the squadron, we can get a pretty wide firing arc going. Or am I wrong?
(10:51:01 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: guides the ship toward a large cluster of three tidally locked asteroids, still using their inertia and thrusters ::
(10:51:33 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> +Sharks+ It doesn't have to be a catastrophic hit. ANY contact will register on our screens.
(10:51:41 PM) CdrHarper: :: checks sensors :: +Sharks+ Very well, the last weapons fire came from that area. :: transmits :: Fire away.
(10:51:48 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> +Sharks+ Right. Let's do it.
(10:51:56 PM) LtJorvanTav: These sensors are almost useless. I could get better readings if I took a tricorder to the conference room.
(10:52:20 PM) CdrTKirr: (rofl)
(10:53:06 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Sharks+ Firing away. :: begins to fire in that direction::
(10:53:22 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: notes anxiously that Atlantis is moving off and concentrates on a spot not being phasered by other Mustangs to cover with her own ::
(10:53:33 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Easy girl.... easy now... :: settles the ship into the gravity well, canceling their forward movement with forward thrusters ::
(10:53:47 PM) CdrHarper: :: joins in the lightshow, covering an arc ::
(10:54:13 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: pulls up the view of the Sharks firing their phasers on the main screen ::
(10:54:33 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: ushers her last patient off with a hypo and prescribed rest, heads to her office for some caffine ::
(10:54:38 PM) Ashexana: :: watching the Sharks, having moved off quite a ways :: Well, they're determined, I'll give them that. :: chuckles and sips her tea ::
(10:55:53 PM) Ashexana: Warp eight, let's get out of here before they get lucky. And bring me that vapid, vacuous non-entity of a Romulan weapons technician.
(10:56:09 PM) CdrHarper: (Five minutes!)
(10:56:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sets the thruster to auto-station-keeping :: There. Tav, McKnight, power down everything that isn't already broken and is non-essential.
(10:58:03 PM) CdrTKirr: :: watches Blackthorne maneuver the ship, confident with him in the driver seat ::
(10:58:10 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Is finally working on fixing the goddamn shields::
(10:58:21 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: taps his console and the bridge becomes almost silent, and slightly darker as the science consoles no longer give off light ::
(10:58:43 PM) LtKuari: :: doesn't envy Engineering in fixing the bay doors later and moves the marines out to do something more useful ::
(10:58:44 PM) Ashexana: :: a Klingon security guard drags a worried-looking Romulan before her :: Why is it, Mr. Taev, that my plasma torpedos were so easily knocked off line? The ones that you sold me, and guaranteed to keep operational?
(10:59:43 PM) Ashexana: Taev> Federation quantum torpedos, even when they do not hit directly, are formid- :: is silenced by a slap to the face ::
(11:00:28 PM) Ashexana: If that happens again, Mr. Taev, I will launch you out of the torpedo tube instead, since it can't be used for anything else.
(11:00:42 PM) LtKuari: :: takes one last look out into the vacuum of space through the bay doors, the rough, stark detail of a very near asteroid coming into view ::
(11:01:29 PM) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ Expand the search outward, there is nothing here.
(11:01:48 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Sid> +Sharks+ Yes, ma'am.
(11:01:54 PM) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: mutters and veers off :: You've got that right.
(11:02:14 PM) Ashexana: Taev> Yes, your highness. :: is released by the Klingon and runs off to fix the torpedos ::
(11:03:35 PM) Ashexana: :: goes back to her tea ::
(11:04:11 PM) Ashexana left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:04:29 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: :: monitors the thrusters as they keep the ship positioned ::
(11:04:43 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> ::Fires off a continuous phaser stream into quadrant five, then quickly turns about on his X axis in hopes of scoring something.::
(11:04:48 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:04:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:04:51 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(11:04:58 PM) LtJorvanTav: :: pauses ::
(11:05:03 PM) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(11:05:37 PM) LtCmdrBusard: :: Pauses::
(11:06:03 PM) ColDougMcKnight: :: Pauses as well ::
(11:06:26 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Nice sim folks, flurry of activity, I like it!
(11:06:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: :: pauses with her coffee cup in midair ::
(11:06:36 PM) LtJorvanTav: Well, if there's one thing I learned tonight... I have a lot to learn.
(11:07:38 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You did well, considering that you're a n00b. :)
(11:07:47 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Oh, you did fine. It's easy to get overwhelmed when things are moving fast.
(11:07:57 PM) ColDougMcKnight: Happens to me damn near every time. And hell, that's in my own plots.
(11:08:40 PM) LtJorvanTav: Thank you, I think. The only thing that makes me unsure is going so far as to spelling that with zeroes. :P
(11:08:59 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, that's how it's spelled, as far as I know.
(11:09:09 PM) LtJorvanTav: Of course
(11:09:40 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: This week I've made lots of mostly back-end changes to the website, moving to an upgraded hosting plan that got me the ability to upgrade to the latest wordpress
(11:09:54 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: If you haven't seen it yet, the new fullscreen writing mode in wordpress is wicked slick.
(11:10:09 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: It fades out everything but the text so you can write free of distractions.
(11:10:29 PM) LtJorvanTav: Speaking of which, I should flesh out this character. I am still deciding on so many characteristics...
(11:10:49 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Check out the existing crew bios on the website.
(11:10:58 PM) CdrTKirr: Oooh, was just gonna pop open writely... I may have to try that instead ^_^
(11:11:11 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: You can do the same thing in goodocs, actually
(11:11:13 PM) CdrTKirr: And yes, I can call it "writely" if I want to, since the link still works.
(11:11:34 PM) LtJorvanTav: And the way you say it, "Writely" is much cuter than "Google Docs"
(11:13:47 PM) CdrTKirr: Oooh, neat
(11:13:49 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Yeah crew bios..good idea!
(11:13:52 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: >.>
(11:13:55 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: <.<
(11:13:57 PM) CdrTKirr: ^_^
(11:14:23 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Yeah, the new wordpress is quite nice
(11:14:26 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: *hires a shadow writer* There, all taken care of.
(11:14:37 PM) LtCmdrBusard: Alright, I'm off. Take care all!
(11:14:42 PM) DrRoxanneCarre: Night!
(11:14:45 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Night!
(11:15:09 PM) Cubit: :: beeps 'night' ::
(11:15:10 PM) CdrTKirr: How do you do that in google docs?
(11:15:18 PM) LtCmdrBusard left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:15:20 PM) LtJorvanTav: Good night
(11:15:28 PM) Rubix left the room (quit: Quit: ajax IRC Client).
(11:15:35 PM) CdrTKirr: Now to get it to go black screen so I can write in white. =X
(11:15:39 PM) CdrTKirr: I hate white screens.
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(11:15:50 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: View > Hide controls
(11:17:19 PM) LtJorvanTav: Maybe there's a way to create a custom color scheme in your profile?
(11:17:30 PM) CdrTKirr: Hm
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(11:19:39 PM) VAdmBlackthorne: Mike, still around?