Conversation with #ussatlantis at 23-Nov-11 20:56:58 on (irc)

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(20:56:58) ChanServ has changed the topic to: We've reached the rendezvous coordinates with the Hemingway and Captain Gerard, who is coming aboard to brief us on the mission at hand.
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(21:06:12) LtKuari [] entered the room.
(21:06:24) CdrTKirr [] entered the room.
(21:07:42) VAdmBlackthorne: Hiya
(21:07:59) VAdmBlackthorne: Not looking so good, eh?
(21:08:45) CdrTKirr: Mm...
(21:09:02) CdrTKirr: I can understand people being occupied with family, but that's why you asked
(21:09:12) VAdmBlackthorne: Indeed.
(21:09:23) CdrTKirr: To be honest though, I found out after last Wed about the dinner I just went to, and I thought it might conflict... I left a bit early to get here on time.
(21:09:30) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you.
(21:09:34) CdrTKirr: Because everyone said they'd be here. =P
(21:11:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh well.
(21:11:39) CdrTKirr: Yeah.. it's that time.
(21:14:59) LtCmdrBusard [] entered the room.
(21:15:22) LtCmdrBusard: (Hey, sorry we're late! Errands needed to be done)
(21:15:45) LtCmdrBusard: (Mike'll be on in just a second.)
(21:16:25) ColDougMcKnight [] entered the room.
(21:17:33) LtCmdrBusard: Hellooo?
(21:17:39) CdrTKirr: Oh hey
(21:17:58) LtCmdrBusard: Oh good, sorry. Was worried I was having computer troubles.
(21:18:01) CdrTKirr: Sorry we were having our own conversation in our loneliness
(21:18:02) VAdmBlackthorne: Oh hey, was looking elsewhere
(21:18:30) CdrTKirr: Psst, Miss Doctor Who lady,
(21:18:43) LtCmdrBusard: Psst, I'm on it :-)
(21:19:22) LtCmdrBusard: Niiiice.
(21:19:39) CdrTKirr: Thaaanks
(21:19:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Trying to round up the Doc.
(21:19:57) CdrTKirr: Ah good
(21:20:08) LtCmdrBusard: Hooray for Doc!
(21:20:12) CdrTKirr: I think Tav and I will have to share the comp this week...
(21:20:45) LtCmdrBusard: Lol, well at least it's not us for once? :-)
(21:20:52) VAdmBlackthorne: Ha!
(21:21:49) CdrTKirr: Yeah I was thinking about that. =X
(21:22:27) LtCmdrBusard: It's cool. Might be a little confusing, but somehow I think we'll deal.
(21:22:47) VAdmBlackthorne: Well, y'all could use one pidgin window and one mibbit window.
(21:23:08) VAdmBlackthorne: Hey Mike, can you get on AIM?
(21:23:26) ColDougMcKnight: Alright.
(21:23:30) CdrTKirr: Well if you have Tav start snuggling up to Ian you know what the mistake is.
(21:23:41) VAdmBlackthorne: ROFL
(21:24:43) LtCmdrBusard: OR WILL YOU?!?
(21:24:59) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:25:19) CdrTKirr: We're not doing one of those types of sims tonight!
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(21:26:21) CdrHarper [] entered the room.
(21:31:43) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get going.
(21:31:53) CdrTKirr: :: TWEEEET :: Attention!
(21:32:05) LtKuari: :: gargoyle ::
(21:32:28) CdrHarper: ::AA::
(21:33:11) ColDougMcKnight: ::AA::
(21:34:33) VAdmBlackthorne has changed the topic to: Our plainclothes infiltration team has arrived on Bartanis's world aboard hired transports, and should be making their way toward the rendezvous point from the spaceport. Meanwhile, Atlantis, Discovery, and Hemingway wait out of the system for the operation to begin.'
(21:34:37) VAdmBlackthorne: Questions?
(21:36:05) LtCmdrBusard: We're all spread out across different ships, yeah?
(21:36:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Yes, among the transports.
(21:37:31) LtCmdrBusard: Cool, cool.
(21:37:38) ColDougMcKnight: Civilian transports. Not owned by anyone taking part in the operation. Gerard has arranged faked papers and IDs for everyone.
(21:38:24) VAdmBlackthorne: Thank you for the clarification.
(21:38:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, let's get the ball rolling.
(21:38:55) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:38:56) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:38:58) VAdmBlackthorne: BEGIN SIM
(21:39:18) VAdmBlackthorne: :: sitting in the big chair, drumming his fingers on the arm ::
(21:40:12) LtKuari: :: follows the ball with her head, chases after it ::
(21:40:39) CdrTKirr: :: sits next to him, witnessing said drumming ::
(21:41:07) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: making his way along city streets toward the rendezvous point, wearing a SWEET hat that covers his ears ::
(21:42:37) RonGerard [] entered the room.
(21:43:00) RonGerard: (I just remembered that Gerard claimed he'd take part in the ground op personally.)
(21:43:46) CdrTKirr: (Oooh yeah)
(21:43:50) VAdmBlackthorne: (Nice!)
(21:45:43) LtCmdrBusard: :: Gets off her transport, wearing a distinctly Kaylee-like get-up ::
(21:46:11) RonGerard: :: Keeping pace beside Syvek. No hat, but he IS wearing a pretty nifty long coat that's billowy enough to obscure both weaponry and the outline of a light armor vest under his shirt. ::
(21:46:23) RonGerard: :: And the coat is, of course, brown. ::
(21:46:41) LtCmdrBusard: (lmao)
(21:46:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> The rendezvous point should be coming up ahead.
(21:47:29) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to T'Kirr wordlessly ::
(21:48:11) RonGerard: Yep. So, be honest with me Mr. Syvek. How does Doug run things on that fancy ship of yours? I've been trying to get him on the payroll for years, but no good. If that's just idealism talking, then fine. But I hope he hasn't been getting long in the tooth AND comfy behind a desk.
(21:48:58) CdrTKirr: :: glances back at him ::
(21:49:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: arches an eyebrow at the notion :: Colonel McKnight runs a tight operation. He is, I gather, still not entirely comfortable behind a desk.
(21:49:50) VAdmBlackthorne: :: half smile :: The waiting's the best part.
(21:51:03) CdrTKirr: :: perks an eyebrow :: Is it?
(21:51:35) VAdmBlackthorne: Not at all.
(21:52:36) LtJorvanTav [] entered the room.
(21:53:38) ColDougMcKnight: :: For his part, is making his way toward the rendezvous with one of Gerard's mercs, hoisting a duffel over his shoulder full of folded up type 3 phaser rifles they managed to get past customs. Nifty thing, bribes. ::
(21:53:52) LtJorvanTav: (Multipass)
(21:54:12) RonGerard: So...what, should I offer to throw in a free spider plant instead?
(21:54:24) ColDougMcKnight: (Evening.)
(21:54:30) VAdmBlackthorne: (Welcome!)
(21:54:36) LtJorvanTav: (Good evening everyone. Nice to finally be here,
(21:54:39) LtJorvanTav: )
(21:54:49) VAdmBlackthorne: He does not strike me as the gardening sort.
(21:54:54) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> ^
(21:57:37) RonGerard: Gerard> Shame. What with the recent expansion, we're making some pretty attractive offers to experienced Starfleet ground pounders.
(21:57:43) RonGerard: (Heh, force of habit.)
(21:58:04) RonGerard: how's life in the Corps treating YOU?
(21:58:14) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Are you attempting to recruit me, Captain?
(21:59:07) RonGerard: Hey, don't knock it. There's nothing more logical than a solid pension.
(21:59:28) LtCmdrBusard: :: Once she was certain she wasn't being followed, Percy headed for the rendezvous point. On the way, she pulled out her newest gadget and worked on it.::
(22:00:31) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Thank you for the attempt, but I assure you that I am content in the Corps.
(22:01:08) LtKuari: :: stands guard, probably in front of a door somewhere ::
(22:03:22) LtJorvanTav1 [] entered the room.
(22:04:03) ColDougMcKnight: (BRB)
(22:04:06) LtJorvanTav1 is now known as LtTav
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(22:07:28) LtTav is now known as LtJorvanTav
(22:07:49) ColDougMcKnight: :: The rendezvous point, as it happens, is a local clothing outlet. A rear loading door has been left unlocked, leading to a staircase which allows access to the upper story, mostly used for storage. It's also a pretty darn good observation point, so McKnight nods to the merc. :: Set up the transceiver array over by the east window. That ought to give us
(22:08:30) ColDougMcKnight: a clear enough signal to spy on their comm chatter. And once Commander Busard gets here, hopefully we can do a lot more than that.
(22:09:23) ColDougMcKnight: :: Meanwhile, he draws his phase pistol and quickly but efficiently clears the room to ensure that setup can be done safely. :: Okay, contact came through. We're clear, for now.
(22:12:00) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: approaches the rendezvous point with Gerard and eyes it from a distance for a moment ;:
(22:14:56) RonGerard: Gerard> ::Gestures off to an alleyway on the opposite side of the street. We'll want to have a couple guys in position over there. The way we spring it I'm thinking is they open up from an elevated position, and hopefully that'll pin the bastards down long enough for us to rush their ride.
(22:15:05) RonGerard: (Dammit.)
(22:16:02) LtCmdrBusard: :: Ducks into the clothing outlet, looking at clothes for a moment before glancing making her way around to the staircase::
(22:16:36) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: satisfied, he continues into the clothing store ::
(22:20:19) VAdmBlackthorne: :: heads up to the second floor :: Colonel.
(22:20:23) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek^
(22:22:15) LtCmdrBusard: :: Arrives only shortly after Syvek on the second floor:: Hey there.
(22:22:27) ColDougMcKnight: :: Lowers the phase pistol from the "pointing at Syvek's face" position as he recognizes him as on their side. :: Lieutenant. Ah, and Percy too, I see! We've got your comm equipment set up, as you see.
(22:22:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> Commander. :: nods ;:
(22:24:12) RonGerard: :: Bringing up the rear for this group while they wait for the rest of the guns. :: So, Commander Busard, it won't be the last time unless something goes disastrously wrong, but you're pretty much the key to this scheme even getting off the ground.
(22:25:36) LtKuari: :: goes on break, sprints to the forward lounge just to burn off energy ::
(22:26:24) RonGerard: As I was explaining to Lieutenant Syvek-treat him right, by the way, cuz you've got a loyal one there-I figure we can definitely seize the transport that Bartanis' goons are using to ferry themselves and their collections around if we pull off the ambush right, but that does us less than no good if they manage to get a distress call off.
(22:27:21) LtJorvanTav: (poor people in the corridors...)
(22:28:24) RonGerard: And even dealing with no account pirate thugs, I'm pretty sure they can reach forward a foot and press the "Call" button faster than we can stop them. So what we need to do is hack into their comm system. Not just to shut the thing off, mind you, because that won't be enough if HQ calls for a status report.
(22:28:32) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: expressionless ::
(22:29:34) LtKuari: :: dodges someone by jumping off the wall ::
(22:29:38) RonGerard: What we need to do is listen in, get their voice patterns, and be able to fake a status report from whoever's supposed to be driving the damn thing. All while making sure they themselves can't send off shit. So is that doable?
(22:31:36) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks to Harper :: Commander, go ahead and get the Sharks ready to fly. I'll want you spaceborne as soon as we drop out of warp.
(22:31:41) LtKuari: :: skids into a turbolift and stops, panting hard in place as she travels to Deck 10, the only sound to accompany the elevator music ::
(22:32:19) CdrHarper: :: turns :: Aye sir! +Sharks+ All pilots to their spacecraft!
(22:32:39) LtCmdrBusard: :: Percy grins deviously at Gerard as she spins her sonic screwdriver in her hand:: It sure as hell is. Damn, I missed away missions. :: And with that, she saunters towards the comm equipment, hooks a PADD into it, and starts hacking in::
(22:32:49) LtKuari: :: ejects herself from the lift as soon as the doors part and tears off towards the entrance to the lounge ::
(22:32:51) CdrHarper: :: looks to Tav :: Alright rook, this is your chance.
(22:34:05) LtKuari: :: stops just inside :: Computer, time? :: grins at response :: They'll never believe me.
(22:34:05) LtJorvanTav: :: looks back to Harper :: I've been looking forward to it. :: Tav stands and motions toward the waiting Turbolift :: After you.
(22:34:21) CdrHarper: :: secures the Helm and heads into the TL ::
(22:34:33) LtJorvanTav: :: follows Harper ::
(22:35:10) VAdmBlackthorne: Syvek> :: observes the hackery ::
(22:35:40) VAdmBlackthorne: :: gets up and takes the helm himself ::
(22:36:31) LtJorvanTav: :: turns to Harper in the TL :: Looks like we got me signed off just in time.
(22:36:55) CdrHarper: :: nods :: Yes, we can use the extra wings.
(22:37:54) CdrTKirr: :: notes Tav's empty seat and abandons the Command seats in favor of joining Ian, slipping into Ops ::
(22:38:07) VAdmBlackthorne: :: looks over to her with a smile ::
(22:38:56) CdrTKirr: :: fondly doesn't smile back ::
(22:40:39) CdrHarper: :: arrives in the assault bay and hits the locker room, suits up ::
(22:40:53) RonGerard: :: As the last group arrives, two mercs and a marine, Gerard dispatches two of them to take their positions across the street. He grins as McKnight gives his assent to the plan of attack and sending his marine as one of the two snipers. :: Been awhile, hasn't it? Since we were teamed on a ground op, I mean.
(22:41:30) LtJorvanTav: :: following Harper into the bay suits up as well :: I have been looking forward to flying my real Mustang. The holodeck simulation is great, but it's still not the real thing.
(22:42:05) ColDougMcKnight: Ron, you are NOT going to get me nostalgic for Jem'Hadar.
(22:42:15) CdrHarper: Yes, the fear for your life is a powerful motivator when you can not just start over.
(22:42:49) VAdmBlackthorne: :: checks over the helm, but it's in order, of course ::
(22:43:42) LtJorvanTav: Well, even in several combat situations, I've been pretty comfortable flying... It's not my old DeHavilland Beaver, but the rules are the same... except when you're in space without the gravity.
(22:44:07) CdrHarper: Say, what was your callsign, Tav? :: smirks into her locker as she reaches in ::
(22:44:43) LtJorvanTav: :: finishes placing the neck brace in place :: They call me... Ninja...
(22:45:08) CdrHarper: :: tosses him his new helmet, all painted up with his callsign :: Whatever you say, Spots.
(22:45:49) LtJorvanTav: :: catches the helmet and turns it to read the callsign :: ... How did you...
(22:46:13) LtJorvanTav: Damn.
(22:46:26) CdrHarper: Easy enough to find out, you know. :: Grins ::
(22:46:46) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> Time passes...
(22:46:56) VAdmBlackthorne: (Also, c'mon other Sharks :) )
(22:47:27) CdrHarper: :: sitting in the Boudica, waiting ::
(22:48:28) LtCmdrBusard: (Oop, sorry)
(22:48:32) CdrHarper: +Sharks+ While we're waiting, please welcome our rook pilot, Spots.
(22:49:05) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> :: After suiting up, jumps into her fighter:: +Sharks+ Spots?
(22:49:16) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> Heh...welcome.
(22:49:56) LtJorvanTav: :: closes the canopy on the Mescalero, sulking at how Harper found the information he thought he had buried :: Yeah... That's, uh... me.
(22:50:26) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> Well, it's good t'have you on board.
(22:50:56) ColDougMcKnight: ACTION> Down on the surface, Busard will intercept the comm chatter they've been waiting for. The collection wagon is beginning its run down Felkan Avenue, which puts them perhaps ten minutes out from their address.
(22:52:04) ColDougMcKnight: Chaka> Spots knows about the newbie paying for drinks rule, right? Or have you been skimping on Nugget 101 again, Firefly?
(22:52:50) LtCmdrBusard: :: Looks up :: Alright guys, Felkan Avenue is where you want to pull the Robin Hood stunt. I've got all of their comm receivers still on, but I have a finger on their transmitters, and I can shut them off whenever you want me to.
(22:52:53) CdrHarper: Of course not! I would never!
(22:53:16) LtCmdrBusard: The voice replication program will need another two, maybe three minutes, but after that we should be golden.
(22:53:27) CdrTKirr: Ash> :: tosses her helm up into Gallitep's cockpit and snatches a look at Tav before he lowers his canopy, gets onto the comm :: +Sharks+ Spots looks cute. Hello from Spitfire. :: grins as she does her checklist ::
(22:53:39) LtJorvanTav: :: begins the power up procedures on the Mescalero ::
(22:54:26) LtJorvanTav: :: shakes his head, knowing the teasing's not done with Ash as he continues running through his checklist ::
(22:56:43) RonGerard: Okay, you heard the lady! Pollman, you stay here. Render any assistance needed to Commander Busard, then provide elevated fire down onto the street. Everyone else, whatddya say we head downstairs and do some shopping? I know I've had my eye on some new boots.
(22:59:03) CdrHarper: Rooks not only buy the drinks, but have a big buy-in in the Wing poker night. Do not forget.
(22:59:15) VAdmBlackthorne: (Two minute warning!)
(23:00:09) LtJorvanTav: Of course. It wouldn't be a squadron without all the tradition.
(23:00:56) LtCmdrBusard: Syd> Ah, hazing. The oldest tradition of all.
(23:01:31) RonGerard: Chaka> I think drinking might have it by a couple years.
(23:01:43) CdrTKirr: (lol)
(23:01:53) VAdmBlackthorne: ACTION> A smug looking fellow in a beret enters the clothing store. "Alright then, time for you to pay your taxes so I can be on my way!"
(23:01:54) LtJorvanTav: This is especially humiliating since part of me has been the one in charge of the hazing in the past.
(23:02:26) RonGerard: Chaka> Oh! Well, we'll be sure not to insult you with the bush league shit, then.
(23:02:36) VAdmBlackthorne: SmugManinABeret> :: also has a pencil thin moustache ::
(23:02:58) CdrHarper: Please, no pants on fire for this one.
(23:03:10) CdrHarper: :: smirks since that didn't happen ::
(23:03:39) LtJorvanTav: Just as long as you don't do the high wire.
(23:04:13) RonGerard: :: Steps out from behind a pants rack, phaser drawn. :: I'm afraid I left my wallet in my other pants, sir. But I understand the power cells for these fetch a high price. And I feel like being generous with it.
(23:05:01) RonGerard: ACTION> Beret man suddenly finds himself staring at a half dozen phasers pointed at him and his flanking goons.
(23:05:06) VAdmBlackthorne: SMIAB> Waitwaitwaitwait, this's not right at all!
(23:05:35) ColDougMcKnight: +Percy+ Perce, kill their comm.
(23:05:36) VAdmBlackthorne: (By two minutes I meant two of those OTHER minutes)
(23:06:06) LtJorvanTav: (Romulan minutes?)
(23:06:13) LtCmdrBusard: +McKnight+ Yessir! :: Pushes the big red button::
(23:06:16) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:06:18) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:06:19) VAdmBlackthorne: PAUSE SIM
(23:06:20) LtCmdrBusard: (God minutes)
(23:06:23) LtJorvanTav: :: pauses ::
(23:06:30) LtCmdrBusard: :: pauses...AFTER PUSHING THE BIG RED BUTTON::
(23:06:45) VAdmBlackthorne: At least it wasn't the big red button labeled DO NOT PUSH
(23:06:55) VAdmBlackthorne: Alright, next week the shit hits the fan!
(23:06:56) LtCmdrBusard: That is true.
(23:07:18) CdrTKirr: :: pauses ::
(23:07:45) VAdmBlackthorne: Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
(23:08:08) CdrTKirr: Happy Thanksgiving!
(23:08:31) LtJorvanTav: Turkeys for everyone, but I am not buying.
(23:08:55) LtKuari: Paaaaass
(23:08:58) ColDougMcKnight: If anyone is not planning to eat pumpkin pie, let me know. I shall enjoy mine enough for everyone.
(23:09:02) LtKuari: I'll chase 'em though
(23:09:14) CdrTKirr: O_O
(23:09:30) LtJorvanTav: Telling Kuari not to eat pumpkin pie would be like telling her to stop breathing for a couple days, except worse
(23:09:41) CdrTKirr: lol
(23:09:51) VAdmBlackthorne: Oxygen is overrated?
(23:09:59) LtJorvanTav: That is like not adding rum to egg nog
(23:09:59) CdrTKirr: Until you need it
(23:10:14) LtJorvanTav: EVIL, I tell you.
(23:10:15) CdrTKirr: Ruuuum it's all gone now
(23:10:32) CdrTKirr: From my glass. =)
(23:10:33) LtJorvanTav: :: sighs :: Why is the rum always gone?
(23:10:33) VAdmBlackthorne: Apple Jack is good in eggnog
(23:10:37) ColDougMcKnight: Heh, rum in eggnog.
(23:10:45) VAdmBlackthorne: As is bourbon
(23:10:53) ColDougMcKnight: My favorite holiday story revolves around just that.
(23:11:02) CdrTKirr: Oh really?
(23:11:10) LtJorvanTav: Suffice it to say, unless you have something alcoholic to cut the eggnog, it is quite overpowering.
(23:11:20) ColDougMcKnight: Yeah...mind you, it started out less than ideal.
(23:11:27) ColDougMcKnight: My dad decided to try some rum in his eggnog.
(23:11:33) LtJorvanTav: The best stories always do
(23:11:59) ColDougMcKnight: What he did now know was that the rum WAS gone. My little brother and his delinquent friends had drank it all, and replaced it with apple juice to replicate the color.
(23:12:06) ColDougMcKnight: ...three years earlier.
(23:12:13) VAdmBlackthorne: Arggghhhh
(23:12:26) LtJorvanTav: That is really awful
(23:12:50) CdrTKirr: Wow... apple juice doesn't keep quite as well eh?
(23:13:00) VAdmBlackthorne: I wouldn't think so :-/
(23:13:01) ColDougMcKnight: In retrospect though, watching my two PhD parents trying to work out 1.) Why the rum fizzed when opened and 2.) How rum could possibly go bad was hilarious.
(23:13:01) LtJorvanTav: Maybe if you add some yeast
(23:13:21) CdrTKirr: LOL
(23:13:23) LtJorvanTav: LOL
(23:13:53) LtJorvanTav: Did they drink it?
(23:14:21) CdrTKirr: Hm... let's study the difference between aged ethanol and sugar...
(23:14:32) ColDougMcKnight: My dad took one sip, scowled and said "Wow, that's a pretty great way to ruin a glass of eggnog."
(23:14:58) CdrTKirr: Good thing he just took a sip
(23:14:58) LtJorvanTav: How was it figured out what was in the bottle?
(23:15:06) CdrTKirr: And didn't take a gulp with coke or something
(23:15:30) LtJorvanTav: Of course, at the point of seeing fizz I don't think I would have had the gumption to drink it. Did they try a sniff test?
(23:15:56) ColDougMcKnight: Not that I recall. As far as how the identity was deduced, I believe Brian ultimately came clean about it.
(23:16:15) LtJorvanTav: Three years later, I hope he was in a lot of trouble
(23:16:33) CdrTKirr: He would have to for them to figure it out heh
(23:16:40) VAdmBlackthorne: I think there's a statute of limitations on that sort of thing.
(23:16:42) CdrTKirr: Prolly wasn't apple juice anymore, not like you could test it
(23:17:01) LtJorvanTav: The most impressive thing is in that time it had time to turn colors and back
(23:17:11) LtKuari: :: crawls away to bed ::
(23:17:15) LtKuari left the room.
(23:18:16) LtJorvanTav: Well, good night everyone.
(23:18:38) LtJorvanTav: Just for the record, I hate the name, "Spots". Which makes it perfect.
(23:18:49) VAdmBlackthorne: As callsigns should be.
(23:19:17) LtJorvanTav: If you go to, that's how your title comes about if you get a special one
(23:19:46) LtJorvanTav left the room.
(23:21:26) CdrTKirr: Night. =)
(23:22:27) VAdmBlackthorne: Night all!
(23:22:54) CdrTKirr left the room.